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sanjisblackasswife · 9 months

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𝕋𝕪𝕡𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝 ℍ𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤

Ft. Zoro, Luffy, Sanji

Bad Summary: Just describing girls they’d be interested in the Modern AU.

CW: None reallyy.

Sanji

Says he doesn’t have a type but he always finds himself gravitating to a woman of a particular kind.

It’s true he doesn’t discriminate but if he HAD to build a woman she’d be a pervert like him.

He wants a woman that understands him, he’s attracted to woman that loves to sit down for hours and listen to his problems.

He loves a woman that expresses her true feminine side, he will spoil you until the ends of the earth. Don’t worry about paying bills, or anything like that he’s got it. He really wants a woman that is strong willed but is also willing to submit to him and let him be the breadwinner of the relationship.

He loves a woman that is caring and so sweet he gets a tooth ache just from being around her. Being so sweet and tender with him makes his heart melt.

He wants a woman that can be his safe space.

He wants a woman that isn’t afraid to eat.

He wants a woman that is able to see the good side of him, because he has struggles seeing it himself

He wants a woman that isn’t afraid of his touch.

He likes a girl that can be open with what she wants from him, willing to speak up and always tell him “ i love you” even at the most randomest times.

He wants a woman that doesn’t want to change him. Only to help him be a better person.

He is in love with big pretty smiles, it just makes him try harder to make you smile even more.

He wants a girl that babies him, he loves being spoiled too whether he admits it or not.

He wants a woman that can carry his children. He does want his own family one day and knowing she does too makes him the happiest man on earth.

Zoro

He’s attracted to a strong woman, not in physique but emotionally and mentally strong. Not wanting to back down from any obstacle that approaches her life.

He wants a good headache. He is a Tsundere at heart and having a girl that can annoy him (In a healthy way) is something he doesn’t mind adding to his life.

He wants a woman that is patient. He isn’t the best verbally expressing his FEELINGS and if you’re willing to work with him on that he will absolutely make it worth your while.

He wants a funny woman. He loves to have a good time laughing and making memories with her, cracking jokes and just taking it easy

He wants a woman that’s cuddly. He wants his girl to like his personal stuffed animal when he is laying down or sleeping.

He wants a woman that can bring the best out of him.

He likes a micture of a girly girl and a tomboy. He loves his woman to be feisty, smart mouthed and little, but still knows her boundaries as his girlfriend.

He wants a girlfriend that isn’t easily jealous, he doesn’t care for women that expresses little to know trust in him. It’s a bother.

He wants a woman he CAN trust. Showing his feelings is hard. And he wants that reassurance he can work through it with you.

He wants a woman that gives constant hugs and kisses, whether he says it or not he loves the affection and attention of one woman. Everybody else can literally go away when he’s with her.

He wants a private woman. He isn’t a fan of putting his relationship all on social media nor for everybody to know about. Not saying he wants it hidden but not everything they do together needs to be displayed for the public

He wants a woman that knows her self worth. He will never allow her to sit and talk down about herself or think she doesn’t deserve him because in reality he KNOWS he doesn’t deserve her.

He wants a woman willing to listen to him.

He wants a woman he knows he can spend the rest of his life with and not just anything temporary.

Luffy

He wants someone adventurous! He wants a girl that can wake him up from his nap to go hiking or to the park or even out to eat!

He wants a woman that is a tomboy at heart. He doesn’t mind really any kind of girl, but knowing he can be a little more rough with her is actually better for him

He wants a woman that doesn’t try to change his beliefs or his lifestyle. He’s a carefree man and if she is more “strict” living it may not work out

He wants a woman that laughs a lot. Nothing makes him smile more than seeing his girlfriend cackle at his jokes.

Speaking of jokes he also wants a funny woman. He likes girls that doesn’t care for people’s opinions, and willing to be herself regardless of who is around

He wants a woman that can teach him new things. He’s easily impressed so if she is the smarter one in the relationship it helps a lot.

He wants a woman that isn’t sensitive. Nothing wrong with feelings and expressing them but if he cracks a joke and she gets pouty and upset with him over and over and over again it gets tired. Real fast.

He wants a woman taller than him. Height usually isn’t a PREFERENCE for him, he isn’t out looking for a tall woman but he gravitates to them more…..He likes climbing her back.🧍🏾‍♀️

He wants a woman that loves PDA. Luffy likes to touch, touch, touch, he has no shame. Kissing, hugging, hand holding, all of it.

He wants a woman that stands up for herself. He also finds it attractive when she defends hum as well.

He wants a clingy woman. One that is stuck at the hip with him. He doesn’t like to be alone anyways so having his favorite person always around him soothes him.

He wants a goofball of a girlfriend.

He wants a foodie girlfriend

He wants a playful girlfriend

He wants a girlfriend that can be by his side.

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brodieland · 19 days

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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 10 Things I hate about you ´ˎ˗

Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader Synopsis: Percy starts trying to make his move on Y/N, but she just won't budge!! Warning(s): swearing Word Count: 1902

╰➤ MASTERLIST pt2

"That's actually the new rule? God Silena must hate you," Piper joked.

"You wouldn't even imagine, she's so dramatic. And her taste in boys isn't any better," you shook your head. You were both walking to get some water, absolutely dehydrated from soccer.

"Makes me glad I like girls," you both laughed. As practice neared it's end, Piper was heading towards her dad's car to go home. You made your way over to the bleachers where your bags sat and grabbed them before heading back to your car. When you sat down, you got a text from Silena,

'can u get some McDonalds on ur way back'

'no' 'sike im going now'

You pulled into the parking lot seeing the drive-thru line was too long to wait. You walked up to an empty kiosk, to tired to interact with anyone, and ordered your food.

"You go to AHS right," a guys voice you didn't recognize asked from behind you.

"I don't know, what does my uniform say?"

"That you're a soccer kid. You sure your any good?"

You sighed as you turned to face the mysterious boy behind you. He was taller than average with messy black hair. He had a hoodie with some sweats on. "Soccer balls aren't the only kind of balls I can kick the life out of, so can you fuck off?"

"Woah, feisty one aren't you?"

"By feisty would you maybe mean iconoclast, orrr?"

"Maybe more intractable," you raised your eyebrows.

"Wow, big words huh," You went to turn back and finish ordering. Percy took the chance to walk over, leaning on the machine whilst facing you.

"What? Did you think I was stupid?"

You internally groaned, why was he still here? "You definitely have the look. Now, do you mind?"

He was standing in front of the machine to pay, "Oh, never."

He had a shit eating grin as he pulled his phone and paid. "Hey! I didn't ask you to do that."

"Call it my treat," he smiled.

"No I'm paying you back, I think I have cash in my bag," you went rummaging through your bag to find absolutely no cash. "Apple Pay?"

"Hey, are you asking for my number? That's really sweet," it feels like an aneurysm just burst from the annoyance this conversation has left you with.

"Nevermind fuck you I'm not paying you back," you spat back.

"Meaning now you owe me," Percy said. Deep breathes.

"I don't owe you shit, its not like I asked you to pay."

"Yeah yeah, potato potato," Percy made his way towards the door. "See ya around, I'll figure out how you can return the favor."

You might just have to air out the McDonalds. You sighed and waited for five minutes as they called out for your order. When you grabbed the food you made your way home, eating Silena's fries on the way back. Dad was working late at the hospital so it was just you two.

"Have I ever told you your my favorite sister?"

"No not as of late," you put the bags of food on the table and started chowing down. "You literally haven't spoken to me in two days. Be glad I'm so nice."

"Well nice is a really strong word," you glared at her. "If you really wanted to be nice, then you'd-"

"No."

"You don't even know what I'm gonna say."

"Fine, what?"

"You'd go on a date so I can go on a date-"

"No," Silena grunted loudly.

"Why do you insist on keeping me captive in this home. I wanna enjoy my teenage years you know."

"You not missing out on much. The guys here are lame, including your oh so dreamy Lukey."

"He's literally amazing. Like have you seen him? His car?"

"Hard to miss. He's just so in your face, it makes me sick," you faked gagged.

"Haven't you ever wanted to live the perfect teenage life."

"Tried it. It sucked, not what it's caked out to be," you smiled as you started to clean up. Silena leaned back into her chair sighing, looking defeated. "You know, college is only two years away. I think you'll be fine until then."

"My life is so boring," she said as she walked up to her room. You could tell she was upset, but you weren't going to date some loser just so she could get tossed by Luke when he was bored. That was something he did a lot.

You went to do some homework at your desk while listening to some music. You saw your phone went off and went to check it, someone had texted you.

'I think I found a way for u to pay back the favor'

There's no way.

'how tf did u find my number'

'dw bout it??' 'why u gotta be nosy??'

'im blocking you'

'wait??'

'no??' 'fine wtf do u want'

'on Friday there's a party'

'no'

'alright I'll pick you up at 9'

'no you won't???'

He stopped answering after that. How on gods green grass did he find your number? You just ignored it, putting your phone on silent and getting back to your homework. Without realizing it, you fell asleep at your desk.

You woke up when you heard banging at the door, "Y/N!!"

You leaned up and stretched in your chair. Desk naps are absolute back killers holy. "What do you want?"

"Did you ever make it to your bed," Silena looked at you up and down.

"No, what time is it?"

"Time for you to hurry the hell up, we need to leave now," she said as she stormed out. You groaned as you stood up and walked over to your closet, grabbing some jeans and a hoodie before running down toward your car. "About time."

"I could just not drive you," you said as you both stepped in the car. You were just joking of course, she doesn't need to be asking Luke Castellan for a ride anyways.

You pulled in the parking lot, and before even coming to a full stop, you saw your sister jumping out and making her way to Mr. Convertible. BARF.

"Dude, I don't think the plans working," Charles said, sounding worried.

Leo sighed, "look we just need some time, Y/Ns not gonna just give in after like, a day."

Charles groaned as he stared at Silena and Luke flirting from a mere 50 feet away. The way her long hair flowed in the wind, the way her lip gloss shinned in the sun, he couldn't get enough. "Whatever, I have French tutoring with her later, we'll see how it goes."

"Not gonna lie this is kind of hard," Percy said from behind the two, making them jump.

"Jesus, you need a bell or something," Leo said with his hand on his heart, feeling it speed up.

Percy rolled his eyes, "Anyways, I think she blocked me, and all I did was pay for her food."

Charles just softly facepalmed. When he got his face out of his hands, he saw Luke walking towards them.

"Luke," Percy cheered while holding his arms out. Luke did not return the hug.

"Dude, I'm not paying you to get fucking aired. I need you to take her to the party this Friday. Not the one in 20 and a half years," Luke complained.

"Dude, its not like Y/Ns the easiest person to ask out around here," Leo chimed.

"Literally," Percy agreed. "Look, I invited her out to the party, just gimme a moment bro." "Plus, I'm gonna need a pay raise."

Luke laughed in his face, "Yeah no way."

"Then you can say goodbye to little ms Silena over there," Luke rolled his eyes as he pulled out his wallet, slapping a Benjamin into Percy's hand. "Love you too."

Luke just held up his middle finger as he walked off, "He's such an amazing ray of sunshine isn't he?"

Percy and Charles just stared at Leo, "What? Am I not allowed to be my funny and whimsical self?"

They both walked off without saying a word. Silena and Charles have their free period and use it to study on some French together.

"So how's operation 'get my impossible sister a date' going," Silena asked.

"Well, we have a guy, but she's just not going for him. We need some help here, what kind of guy does she go for?"

"The problem is she just DOESN'T," Charles gave her a look before she continued. "Not like that. I mean, she thinks guys like Logan Lerman and Dylan O'brian are pretty hot, so Percys probably her type."

"Okay so we got that right at least," he grumbled.

"I mean the reason she just shits on all the guys here is because she thinks of them all as 'misogynistic assholes of the patriarchy,' she rolled her eyes.

"So what, a guy who can shut the fuck up when needed or something," Silena laughed at Charles joked, and he sweared he started ascending.

"Yeah just maybe," she smiled.

"Silena, can I ask you something?"

"Whats up?"

"You know the party on Friday. Would you wanna go? I mean if Percy can convince your sister and all you know."

"Of course I want to go, which is why I really need Y/N to just man up," she paused. "or woman up, I guess."

﹒º. ౨ৎ

You sat back and doodled in your notebook in your English class. After spending most the class debating over sexist views in classic literature, you felt kind of annoyed. Its like no one cares these days, you know?

The bell rang and you walked over to your friend Hazel. "Honestly you should be like a lawyer or something, watching you arguing these boys is like music to my ears."

"You might be on to something, I love belittling them as it is. Imagine I got paid to do it," you laughed. When you walked out the class, you saw Hazel's boyfriend, Frank, waiting for her outside. You waved hello then paused when you saw Percy next to him.

"Oh look who it is," Percy exclaimed. You didn't even waste your breathe as you just turned and walked off towards your locker. Percy quickly rubbed his temples and ran after you. "Where ya going?"

"Anywhere," you said as you made it to your locker to grab your next books. Percy stood off to the side, leaning on the lockers. "What do you want now?"

"To take you out this Friday night," he smiled.

"I'd rather swallow 4 laxatives and a bowling ball and staple my ass cheeks together than be stuck in a room full of intoxicated teenagers," you slammed your locker shut and walked off.

Percy followed after you, "Don't you have the fun vocabulary!!"

"Extensive," you smirked.

"Look, it'll be fun."

"Doubtful."

"Do I need to ask in like, fucking greek or something," Percy pleaded.

"Maybe choose a language you actually know first."

"Μπορώ να μιλήσω ελληνικά μια χαρά," you looked at him wide-eyed. "Why must you continue to doubt me?"

"How do I know you didn't insult me?"

"I don't know, just trust me maybe," you shot up an eyebrow with an amused upside down smile on your face. "όπως είπα, θα είμαι εκεί στις εννιά εντάξει."

"No, to whatever you just said," you chuckled as you headed off to your next class.

﹒º. ౨ৎ

✰ Μπορώ να μιλήσω ελληνικά μια χαρά - I can speak Greek just fine ✰ όπως είπα, θα είμαι εκεί στις εννιά εντάξει - like i said i'll be there at nine ok?

✰Taglist: @liviessun (just lemme know if u wanna be added)

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson pjo #percy pjo #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #silena beauregard #silena pjo #charles beckendorf #charles pjo #charlena #luke castellan #luke pjo #leo valdez pjo #leo hoo #leo valdez hoo #leo pjo

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allforhee · 3 months

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*ੈ✩ — 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐒! (TEASER) | LEE HEESEUNG

୨୧ pairing — secgen!lee heeseung x journalist!fem!reader

synopsis: decelis high's academic weapon, future valedictorian, model un prodigy especially in the crisis council, and top-notch secretary-general of the mun club, lee heeseung has it all. from earning constant "best delegate-s" left and right, no one dared to go against his stances in any debate. until a student like you transfers into decelis high. as a soon graduating senior, you were a newbie to press. but with your endless love for writing, you'd managed to steal the hearts of your peers. it was your first mun, and you didn't expect much. but when heeseung finds out about an article you've wrote about his arrogant performance in a recent committee session, he is set to strike you down.

୨୧ genre — high school au, secgen!heeseung x press delegate!reader, academic rivals to lovers, dumbasses in denial, rivals in public but lovers in secret

୨୧ warnings — a lot of model un terms, cursing, hurt no comfort, heeseung makes fun of the reader a LOT, reader is feisty and could care less but she lowkey has parental issues, featuring all the other enhypen members, huh yunjin, and jang wonyoung

୨୧ word count — tbd

୨୧ release date — tba

୨୧ author's note — my baby! i love muns and as a press girlie myself, i had to make an mun-themed fic for my boy. mind you that i don't really understand the ACTUAL muns (unsc, who, etc.) cause i highkey don't want to get involved i just like writing!! this teaser is kind of short and sweet cause i know that the actual fic will be LONGER! so excited for you guys to read my works and what my imagination has to offer!!!!!!! enjoy this lil teaser. press 4 fanfic writers arise!

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 had it all.

the walls of his room were littered with delegate lanyards from conferences across the globe, "best delegate" certificates framed all over his house (and a couple crumpled up inside his desk to fit the space), and a collection of trophies that stood in every nook and cranny.

no one at decelis high dared to go against him. whenever it was, whether it was moderated caucus or unmoderated, he'd always have his country or character's placard raised high, ready to speak, or leading whatever bloc was being formed.

it was no doubt that no one has ever beat him. it was no doubt that he was decelis high's mun club's secretary-general. and those who chose to go against him either get crushed in fear or knew when to step back.

even with his "best delegate" status, he wouldn't have gone far without his best mates, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, and park sunghoon.

park jongseong or jay, most known for his cold stares in the debate room, ready to make a delegate tremble, would always chair crisis. he was decelis high's deputy secretary-general alongside heeseung. and although being heeseung's best mate, he never favored him when it came to awarding. it's just that he was naturally talented.

sim jaeyun, known for his popular slogan around the school; "jake it till you make it!", was the strongest when it came to knowing what a country or character believed in. his research skills were like a pirate on the hunt for lost treasure, he had all the facts, the data, and the proof to back up any stance. whatever heeseung needed to know, jake already had his back.

and park sunghoon. even though he was the quiet one of the bunch, his position papers never ceased to appeal any chair. even if he wasn't as strong in speaking out during committee sessions, his fingers were his weapon. the guys would always ask him why'd he chair press and not join in the heat with them, he'd always answer with a simple, "my words are stronger than my actions." where jay would always respond with "isn't that the other way around bud?"

the four were unstoppable when it came to model un. lee heeseung was unstoppable. he was. until you came along.

back to my masterlist?

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llflorence · 1 month

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Milk of Human Kindness

E - Ineffable Husbands Omegaverse, Lactation Kink, complete ✅

"Aw. She's kneading you."

Aziraphale stroked the soft beastie's head and watched with amused interest as she worked her claws into the healthy round of his belly. Eyes closed, whiskers standing at attention. Her purring was incessant.

"She knows you're expecting," Muriel continued, looking down adoringly at the cat they'd left with Aziraphale for caretaking. Not in the sense that they'd gone anywhere, no. It was the cat who was Aziraphale-sitting.

He knew nothing about the habits of felines, but he had quite enjoyed her brief stay in the bookshop. It had meant he spent more time in his chair with the tabby in his lap, much to Crowley's appreciation. Aziraphale suspected an alliance.

"Every bookshop needs a cat." Muriel had turned back to the cardboard boxes, flattening and stacking them in a pile. They'd been a wonderful help over the past few weeks. Who knew preparing for a baby was that much work.

"Every bookshop needs a demon," Eric corrected, entering the study from the kitchen to gather another load for the trash. "You lot can't do anything without us."

Muriel rolled their eyes as they straightened, greeting their partner with a gentle slap to the arm. Aziraphale's chest swelled as the room filled with content omega at seeing his friends getting along so well. Muriel was a peach, and they deserved the very best things. Eric wasn't bad at all.

(He really wasn't.)

"This the last?" Eric asked as he hefted the stack into strong arms.

Muriel was looking very proud at their hard work. "That's it."

"Great. We should be going. Gotta get to that thing?" The Demon caught the Angel's eye and winked. Aziraphale pretended he saw nothing.

"Oh! Yes! Right!" Muriel turned and approached the chair, flustered, reaching down to extract the cat and her claws from Aziraphale's lap. "Don't worry," she cooed to the animal. "Uncle Muriel and Auntie Eric will bring you back next week. We have to finish the blinds after Mr. Crowley puts together the crib."

The cat mrowed in protest as she was cuddled in Muriel's capable arms. Aziraphale brushed the hair from his oversized shirt and pushed himself to stand.

"Oh, my," he groaned, feeling it in the small of his back. Eight-and-a-half months had come and gone and he'd finally found his purpose. That didn't stop his human body from very annoying aches and pains.

His helpful guests left with kisses to the cheeks, and Aziraphale found himself alone.

It wasn't the being alone part that tended to bother him; it was the being alone and unbonded. Even with Crowley's persistent and frankly overprotective attention, his insatiable need, and incredibly large –

Well. Aziraphale shouldn't be lacking in anything. But he was.

He wound his way up the stairs, being careful to use the railing for support. Watching out for another being was a big responsibility. But they were almost there. Not far to go.

Not far to go at all.

Aziraphale fancied a bath; it always cheered him up. There was something about being warm and clean, properly moisturized and dressed in neutrally scented clothing, that eased his mind. It brought him back to that day Crowley had taken him in, treated him with respect and kindness. He shuddered to think what would have happened if he'd refused Muriel's help.

Of what wouldn't have happened.

Aziraphale finished his soak and wrapped the fluffy pink towel around his belly. It was ridiculously large, hard and unyielding to the touch. Bigger than he'd ever been, in fact, with all the delicious things Crowley brought him. He was such a sweet, sweet alpha.

He wouldn't hear of it, of course.

The small being taking residence in his womb kicked him in the ribs, and Aziraphale gasped for breath. Little Bleeder was feisty. Taking right after their father. Both of them.

He dried himself carefully and dug into the dresser for something soft and comfortable, but also up to the job of keeping his milk under control. It was beginning to get, quite literally, out of hand, the amount he'd produced as of yet. To make matters worse, Crowley refused to suckle, arguing that it wasn't right this close to the end. "The baby needs it," he'd said.

The problem was, so did Crowley, and so did Aziraphale. Now that his heats had subsided, so had their mating habits. That didn't mean, of course, they were any less sexually active. It just wasn't — well, it wasn't like before.

The poor Demon still had his ruts, after all, still had those carnal lusty desires. They seemed to be increasing in intensity lately, though Crowley tried to hide them. Aziraphale wasn't stupid. He'd been in tune with his partner from the very beginning. His smokey, delectable scent laid heavy on Aziraphale's tongue. Even with child, he would do anything to taste him.

Perhaps that was why Aziraphale had recently invested in new undergarments. Lacier, thinner, racier. He knew he wasn't exactly the most desirable thing, what with the watermelon he carried so low in his gut. One had to adjust for such obstacles.

Aziraphale pushed the sensible things aside and opted for something new. This particular item was so sheer it was barely even there. It dipped so low that it provided zero support for the fullness of his late-pregnancy breasts. In fact, if he leaned too far forward, one or both would bulge over the top, spill into the confines of his shirt. Nipples would be forced over elastic, breaking the fragile seal, and he would leak like a sieve.

This drove Crowley insane, of course. Especially if they were out and about. He'd crowd Aziraphale to cover him, thrust a groping hand inside to reposition him. Then, come out practically growling with need.

"Angel," he'd say, looking frantically around to see if they'd been spotted. He'd press a chaste kiss to Aziraphale's mating gland, just below his ear. "Mine," he'd rumble into the tender, throbbing skin.

And then they'd leave in a hurry for Bentley.

Sometimes, they made it home. Sometimes not.

Home. What a concept. How could it be anything but? With Crowley sharing a dresser, bathroom counter space, their bed. Demon-perfumed and alpha heavy fluids, spread all over their —

Aziraphale sighed as he stepped with incoordination into a strappy pair of knickers. Sex had become more and more difficult inside the car. Even with Crowley's seat extensions, he usually ended up with a leg cramp.

Which, naturally, his partner would insist on rubbing out. And that led to different kinds of rubbing.

Aziraphale glanced at the clock; gosh, it was still hours until Crowley's clinic closed. He didn't know if he could sit in the soft blue goodness until then, horny thing that he was.

He gave another sigh and finished dressing, then descended the stairs for another glass of milk. Crowley was insistent that too much tea wasn't healthy, that he needed his calcium, biotin, and protein.

The Angel was just stepping into the kitchen when the front door slammed open. Startled, he spun, ready to admonish a rude guest.

But it wasn't a guest. It was, alarmingly, Crowley. Crowley, in his long black coat to keep out the spring chill. Crowley holding the coat wrapped tightly around himself, fists a shocking white contrast. Crowley, hair disheveled much more so than usual. Crowley, face scrunched into a horrible expression.

Like he was in pain.

"Darling!" Aziraphle cried, heart clenching, chest tight as Crowley kicked the door closed. The action pushed a shock wave of air toward him, ripe with frazzled, emotional alpha. Aziraphale went to him right away.

"Don't," Crowley warned, uncharacteristically tense. "It's not safe. I'm not —"

"Nonsense," Aziraphale said as he tugged away at the sleeve of Crowley's coat. "You're hurting. Let me help."

Crowley clung stubbornly to the coat, refusing to let it go, and Aziraphale's omega radar went off. Something sharp emanated from the Demon, dangerous and angry. His shoulders shook with it, bristled jaw clenched tight. He didn't want any help; that much was clear.

"Crowley? What's happened? Is it Downstairs?"

His alpha shook his head, frustrated. "No. No. I just need to —"

And he pushed past Aziraphale, shouldering him gently out of the way. He hurried across the floor and up the staircase, disappearing down the hall towards their room.

It took a flabbergasted Aziraphale several seconds to respond. He uprooted himself and followed.

Upstairs, he was met by a horrifying sight. His Demon had torn the clothes from his body, shredded them into unrecognizable bits. His back was drenched in sweat, bare thighs quivering as he crouched, hunched on their bed. The muscles in his firm ass flexed and relaxed, flexed and relaxed, fucking into Aziraphale's bunched-up body pillow.

Between his teeth, drooling, moaning, gasping, he held the latest ruined pink halter from the previous night. Aziraphale hadn't been able to find it when he'd tidied that morning. He never considered that Crowley, riddled with hormones, grown tired of holding back, would devour Aziraphale's soiled clothing with such ferocity.

"Oh, my dear," Aziraphale groaned, insides gone weak with guilt. "I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

He put a hand on Crowley's ankle, the skin hot and damp, and was met with a growl. Through gnashed teeth, over the soaked remnants of lace, "Please. Please!"

Aziraphale wasn't certain if it was a plea for more or less. He settled for a hand in his flaming locks instead.

"Argh," Crowley cried, voice fraught with frustration. He rolled slightly, giving Aziraphale the first glimpse of his genitals.

Scarlet red testicles, swollen, leaking limp cock; it caused Aziraphale to cringe. His own cunt clenched in sympathy at the sight. Crowley had been denying himself for so long, holding back his knot, he couldn't —

"I can't come!" he howled, graceful head thrown back in disgust. "I've been trying for days, your infernal scent in my nostrils. Under my skin and inside my mouth! I can't get enough!"

This wasn't his scheduled rut, where Aziraphale presented a well-lubed fleshlight for him to use as they clung to each other, never close enough. This was something worse, something much, much worse.

Aziraphale steeled himself, sitting on the bed and pulling the scent-laden lingerie away. Crowley whimpered and curled in on himself, ashamed, wrecked, wretched.

"There's no reason we can't mate, Darling. As long as we're careful."

But Crowley wasn't to be consoled. His eyes flashed open and he growled through his teeth. "But I can't control it, don't you see? I need to fuck, I need to dominate, I need to knot! I need to bite!"

Aziraphale went quite weak in the knees. "Oh, I see —"

Without warning, Crowley attacked the pillow, shoving it into his mouth. His large canines ripped great gaping gouges in the fabric as he tore his head back. At the same time, he thrust his pelvis forward, slamming the bed against the wall. And panting. Gasping. Feral.

Aziraphale felt light-headed.

"Crowley, Love —"

The yellows of his eyes had almost completely disappeared. All that was left was the pulsing black centers.

"Angel, I don't want to hurt you. Don't want to ruin your gorgeous face. Don't want to harm the baby, whether human or hybrid or neither. Couldn't live with myself if I did."

The air left Aziraphale's lungs with a sudden sucking exhale. He'd had a lightning strike of an idea.

Aziraphale stood much more quickly than he should have. He planted his feet, throwing back his shoulders and puffing out his chest (as far as it could safely go without tipping him over backward). Then he gathered his wits about him, collected all his energy in his core, and miracled away his outer clothing.

"You won't hurt me," Aziraphale declared, self-assured in his skimpy lingerie, chin held high. "And you won't harm our child."

He ignored the wild astonishment on Crowley's face, the protective way he sat up, turgid erection a painful hardness against that taut stomach. He ignored the confused display of emotions on his alpha's face, and summoned the evil inside instead.

"You, Demon, who thinks you can possibly injure the Principality Aziraphale."

Crowley's eyes had resumed some of their yellow. His mouth fell open, spittle dripping on his chin. Aziraphale took encouragement from that. He called forth the powers invested in every ethereal being, even those there on Earth, and extracted his wings from their hiding place.

The sound was incredible, the way nothing became something, the molecular physics involved in making that happen. A shock wave stirred the curtains, tipped the art on the walls sideways. knocked the lamp to the ground. Crowley startled as his hair whipped away from his face, unable to decide whether he should fight or not. Until Aziraphale channeled his true form's voice, and laid out his challenge.

"Go on, Demon," he sneered, cheeks hot and chest aflame. Electricity coursed through his veins, vibrated every nerve, activated every scent gland. He caught hold of the blankets on the bed and gave a mighty yank. Everything, pillows, sheets, discarded clothing, sailed off the bed to land in a heap on the floor.

The Demon was rolled against the wall. He scrambled to face Aziraphale again.

"You think you can destroy me? Go on. I dare you!"

Crowley didn't even blink. He charged, tackling Aziraphale and spinning him face down into the mess of the unmade bed. He pushed the Angel's cheek into a pillow, forced it to remain there with clawed fingers against the back of his neck. The other hand jerked Aziraphale's arm, pulling it back and pinning him in place. A knee spread his thighs apart. Elastic ripped, lace tore. That thick cock forced itself against the dryness of his hole. And for a moment, one flash of a terrifying moment, Aziraphale thought he would be taken without preparation, without slick and massage, without care for his body's resistance.

Aziraphale tucked his wings around his body, wrapping them underneath to protect his belly. Strong, resilient, unyielding and soft, they would protect the child from anything the Demon could possibly give him.

Crowley was breathing hard now as if he were giving chase. He came down heavy on Aziraphale's back, covering in preparation to mount him. Aziraphale closed his eyes, nose smashed sideways in the pillow, and presented, hoping to give the least amount of resistance. And then –

And then –

The whine that broke from Crowley's throat was heartbreaking. He released his death grip, his pinning move slackened. He slid down the length of Aziraphale's back, dragging the scruff of his chin along the way.

He paused to kiss the dimples near Aziraphale's spine, to inhale deeply, to beg for forgiveness. But before he could be consoled, before the Angel could shift sideways to address him properly, Crowley nosed against his anus.

That talented tongue slid over the tightness, salivating heavily. He lathed over the hole, down across Aziraphale's seam, chin dipping between his vaginal lips to slurp at the pink skin there.

A moan, gentle fingers spreading him open, then a deeper tongue, with more desperate attempts at making him slick.

Everything was much too dry; Aziraphale was disappointed in himself.

Crowley sat back on haunches and pried him open, penetrating with long, careful fingers. Prodding the lubrication sacs, massaging them from the inside. He held Aziraphale's arse with a free hand, caressing it lovingly. Oh, how the Angel wanted to please his alpha.

Nothing happened; no release of chemicals, no surge of hormones, no slick sliding to coat slippery labia. Crowley whimpered and pulled his fingers away, prodding at Azriaphale's asshole instead.

"I suppose we could use lube, and –"

But Aziraphale wouldn't have it. He leaned heavily into Crowley, another storm approaching swiftly.

"Alpha," Aziraphale cried, sounding pathetically weak. "Bite me. Please, bite me."

Crowley's grip on his hip bones tightened. "I – I can't. Upstairs will find out —" But his protest was lost in their slow fall as the Demon pulled the Angel back, turning Aziraphale onto his side.

The alpha eased his omega's legs apart as far as they would go, ignored the lack of response from Aziraphale's genitals, and kissed the deep crease of his thigh. Slowly, carefully, Crowley nosed into the matted hair there, sucking in deep lungfuls of scent from his inner thighs. He circled the gland at the right one with his tongue, saliva dripping in copious amounts. Aziraphale imagined those canines lengthening, growing sharp. His stomach tightened and his biceps flexed, fingers flying to the Demon's wet hair. Waiting. Anticipating.

It was a sharp slicing motion, like running one's finger along a sheet of metal, all of one second before the hormones released and endorphins surged, radiating in an upward pattern with amazing speed. Aziraphale's sight blurred, his ears filling with the sound of his own blood. Saliva began to pool in the pockets of his mouth as he gasped his mate's name.

"Crowley!"

And then, there it was, the easy gush of fluids, the clench in his belly, the stench of him, lusty and unsatisfied and needy. His alpha shifted behind him, tapping gently on the wing joints, saying, "Put those away for us, Love."

Aziraphale would do anything.

Crowley's cock slid home as Aziraphale's bare back nestled into the warmth of the Demon's sweaty chest. A hand slipped over his belly, tucking under the smooth underparts. A nuzzle in his neck, a vibration against his shoulder blades. Alpha was speaking.

"I did that," Crowley purred, thick and low and sweet. "I filled you with my seed, knocked you up, made you mine."

His possessiveness was off the charts. So was the filth.

Aziraphale turned his head to feel those sensual lips against his cheek. "Yours," he repeated, riding so high he was in danger of falling.

Crowley held him closer, snugging their pelvises together, tilting Aziraphale forward and fucking as deep as he could go.

"I've half a mind to do it again, you know. Once the demon spawn is born. Put another one in you, keep you heavy and pregnant and lactating, all for my pleasure. For my pleasure –"

He trailed off, burying his face into Aziraphale's neck and pushing inside harder.

"Angel spawn," he corrected, the top of his head clunking against the wall. Crowley heard it and moved his hand to Aziraphale's shoulder, pushing down as he thrust upward. Spooning in the loosest sense of the word. Taking his omega from behind.

"Do it again," Aziraphale begged after a particularly powerful thrust. Crowley growled and granted his wish. Then again. And again.

The Demon was painstakingly aware of just how hard he could thrust, how far they could go, absolutely controlled. There was still that underlying desperate recklessness, but Crowley was wielding it as his own weapon.

They didn't last long; they never did. Crowley bore down with the strength and speed of a man possessed. He shouted as he came, entire body tensing with rigidity, until his knot took hold, and he softened his grip. Settling back against the bed with Aziraphale in his lap.

The Angel gave him time to catch his breath, wincing as the exploded knot pressed hard against his bladder. There was little room to begin with, what with baby dropped so low. But Aziraphale would endure anything, the most painful kind of torture, to please his mate. His bonded mate.

Crowley caught on to Aziraphale's discomfort, pushing up on his elbow and shifting his pelvis to the side. The Angel followed to a less stressful angle, finally able to look into those amber eyes. He was startled by what he saw.

Fondness. Peace. Love. All at once. And yet underneath, still a trail of lust, of desire, unsatisfied.

Quite suddenly, Aziraphale knew why. He knew why and he knew what was required. He slipped the lace away from one teat and began to tease the glands there.

"What are you doing?" Crowley asked, sounding horrified. He really did think the Angel had no milk to spare.

"Shh," Aziraphale shushed him. Beads of milk collected on the nipple's tip. Crowley watched wide-eyed.

"I know what you need," the Angel cooed, pulling the Demon's head to his breast. "Come. Feed. Take all you need."

With relief, Crowley dove in, mouth wide around his teat. Sucking hard, sucking long and deeply until the milk began to drop and fill his hungry mouth.

And then, the Demon purred.

Alpha knot tight in his cunt, warm Demon hand over his navel, Aziraphale closed his eyes to relax. He didn't need orgasmic release. He needed this; happy, content, proud Crowley.

Quite suddenly, the sharp knife of his alpha's extended canines pierced the soft flesh of his breast. Crowley hadn't even noticed he'd done it, so Aziraphale ignored it. The nourishment flowing from his glands would heal the incision, fight germs and seal it up tight. There was no need to alarm his partner. It would only complicate things.

Crowley emptied him, nuzzling and fussing when he couldn't get any more. The angle was too sharp for him to be able to suckle from the other, so Aziraphale began to hand express.

The liquid dripped slowly at first, then more quickly, then sprayed a fine stream, quite off target. It poked Crowley in the eye, in the ear, then finally, in his open mouth. Milk drizzled down his chin as he swallowed, falling onto Aziraphale's chest, mingling with the blood from the bite.

Too late, the Angel watched as Crowley slammed into the realization that he was the one who caused that. Aziraphale dropped his breast and pressed his whole hand into that gorgeous mouth.

"Stop. No talking."

The Demon whimpered, eyebrows damn near touching. The Angel released his mouth and thumbed a drop of milk off Crowley's chin. He rubbed it gently into the wound until the bleeding stopped, until his alpha's brow softened, and he finally relaxed.

Then, without deciding to, without any preparation at all, Aziraphale collected Crowley's chin in his fist. He turned that thin face to the side, kissed the gland on his jaw, just under his sideburn. And when he grazed his own incisors against the skin, broke through and tasted blood, Crowley grunted in surprise.

"Angel –" he began, but ceased as Aziraphale stroked the back of his neck. Omegas were absolutely in their right to bite their alphas in return. He'd read quite a lot about it, actually. It strengthened the bond if reciprocated, especially for expecting pairs. It was healthy, released hormones and happy chemicals, easing the birthing –

The tensing roll across Aziraphale's belly was insane. Very unlike the ones he'd experienced over the past few weeks. He knew his body needed to prepare for delivery. But this was ridiculous.

It happened again.

"Oh!"

"What," Crowley pulled back, alarmed. "What is it?"

The sensation hadn't subsided yet; it held Aziraphale in its grasp. His body had revolted against him, seized hold of his individual will. It was almost as if he was –

And then, regretfully, gut-clenchingly, Crowley's knot deflated. Not a second later, the warm gush of too much fluid escaped between Aziraphale's thighs.

Something new came between them, a smell full of richly pungent body chemicals. Aziraphale noticed. Crowley noticed, too. They held very, very still.

"What was that?"

Aziraphale knew.

Fuck!

"I'm – I'm in labor, dear. My water just broke."

"Your wot?!"

Crowley jerked, braced to move quickly, to take action. But Aziraphale clutched his forearm to keep him there a second longer.

"It's OK. We have time. Your clinic is just a few blocks away."

Crowley was beginning to panic. "But I haven't anything prepared. The lab isn't sterilized, and there aren't enough towels –"

Aziraphale snapped his fingers as another contraction rolled over him. He clenched his teeth and smiled, hoping Crowley hadn't noticed.

"All done."

Crowley's eyes flitted between the Angel's, unsure what to do. Through the tightness of his frozen muscles, Aziraphale recognized how adorable.

The anxiety on his face increased, however, and he turned his torso frantically toward the clock.

"Holy shit. That second contraction was much too close to the first!"

Aziraphale's heart sank. "You felt that?"

Crowley's concerned expression intensified. "How could I not? You're hard as a rock, Angel."

He was. Wasn't that wonderful?

Enjoy on AO3

#ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #omegaverse #mpreg #LLflorence

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reluctant-mandalore · 2 months

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Hello. I have some good news and bad news.

I know I haven't been very active in general but I may become more inactive for the next few days. As I am dealing with a lot very suddenly. First of all, I got a new job. So as you can imagine that's going to be a bit busy and hectic as I learn everything. Secondly, my cat, Pixie, died today. She was only 9. I won't go into too many details, but basically, she got very sick and her heart was struggling to keep her alive. It turned out she had likely be born with a condition which hadn't been caught till now, and only had been due to her falling sick on top of it. She had already begun the stages of passing away when we rushed her in, and the vet informed us that there was no treatment that could save her. So we made the very hard decision to let her pass peacefully. As not doing so meant that she would only continue to pass painfully.

The vet was very kind. They all did their best to make her comfortable. They were the only vet who was willing to take a look at her when we called today, as even our regular vet and all the emergency vets had turned us away.

Pixie was very much my cat. I had her since I was 15 and she was 6 months old. She lived for only 9 years. She loved to cuddle with me. She would greet me when I came home everyday, and would follow me around in the house. She was a grey tortoiseshell and lived up to the "tortitude" expectations. She was sassy, strong willed, and feisty but still immensely affectionate and sweet in everyway. I know we are not to pick favourites out of our pets, but I would be lying if I said she wasn't mine, just as I was her favourite human she was my favourite cat.

So yes, over the next little bit, my already inactive behaviour is likely to grow even more inactive.

#cy speaks

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starrysnowdrop · 5 months

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Shared Soul: Hali’s Shards

So I’ve been thinking about this topic a lot, and I really want to eventually have a list of all the shards of Hali’s soul… ahh well, it would be the shards of Urania’s soul technically speaking. I don’t have a full list yet, but I have some that I’ve decided on already, and I wanted to share those with you now.

Note: Because of Hali’s canon story having multiple Warriors of Light, my headcanons for Hali’s shards greatly differ from those in the MSQ with the default WoL. Also, due to the ongoing storyline, these might change in the future with new developments.

Unsundered: Urania, Seat of Azem

Urania was Hali’s past self at the time of the Sundering; therefore, Hali and all of the other shards are pieces of Urania’s sundered soul.

Source: Hali Aloke, Warrior of Light, 8 times rejoined

Hali being the sundered soul of the Source, is the one that most closely resembles Urania, though she differs from her in several fundamental ways, most notably she will not deny herself the happiness that she desires in her life for the sake of duty like Urania as Azem had done. Unlike Urania, Hali has found her happiness in adventuring, helping others, and building a life together with Aymeric.

First: Lamitt, rejoined during ShB 5.0

Unlike the default WoL’s shard of the First being Ardbert, Hali’s shard is Lamitt, the healer of Ardbert’s group. Lamitt and Hali actually have a lot in common, with both being outsiders from their homelands, having a desire to help others through the healing arts, and they both are in love with men who have no idea what their true feelings are, well until Hali confesses to Aymeric that is. Lamitt never gets the chance to tell Ardbert. She does get to live on through rejoining with Hali at the end of 5.0, and Lamitt is thrilled that Hali gets to have her happiness with her lover.

Seventh: Aerith Gainsborough, rejoined in 7th Umbral Calamity (Bahamut)

Though Hali herself is unaware of any of her other shards that rejoined with her during each calamity, the most recent shard to rejoin with her before Lamitt was a young woman named Aerith who had lived on the Seventh and was rejoined during the Seventh Umbral Calamity. Aerith was a healer who brought joy to all who knew her. She was kind, caring, and sweet, yet feisty, passionate, brave, and strong-willed, all traits that her Source counterpart shares.

Tenth: Tidus, rejoined in 6th Umbral Calamity (Water)

The shard that rejoined back during the Sixth Umbral Calamity, centuries before Hali would be born, held the soul of a young man named Tidus who had lived on the Tenth. He was a famous Blitzball star, but most notably he was a guardian to Summoner Yuna who he had fallen in love with and was willing to give his life for. Same as his Source counterpart, he was kind, brave, outspoken, outgoing, and a bright ray of sunshine in a world in desperate need of joy and laughter.

Thirteenth: Durante, AKA: Golbez, alive

Durante is the shard of Urania’s soul on the Thirteenth who took on the name and armor of his dear friend Golbez after the original Golbez was corrupted by the darkness. Durante was a knight from Baron who tried to save the world during the Contramemoria along with Golbez, but he brought ruin to the world he tried to save instead. His unflinching resolve to save his world no matter the cost, but doubting himself that he could never be the hero that his friend was, are traits that Hali shares, and Durante is a reflection of what Hali could become if she went down a dark path.

That’s all I have for now! I’ll add to this list in the future when I decide to add more! Subject to change if we get more information on the other shards.

Published: 11/30/2023

#ffxiv headcanons #endwalker spoilers #shadowbringers spoilers #unsundered hali: urania #hali aloke #oc: drops of jupiter #hali’s shards #lamitt #ffvii aerith #ffx tidus #ffxiv golbez #durante

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an-angel-in-the-garden · 7 months

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Hello! Can I request sniper reader?

As in, she can aim really well, and has a gun instead of a sword. So before the enemies know where she is, he shoots them and kills them, basically really strong.

Can the reader be against to Aizen even though Aizen wants her on his team? Maybe she can be the one who starts flirting with him first (Aka Dom) :"")?

Honestly I had a bit of trouble thinking of how to make this work. I'm not super used to writing for characters like that so I had my lovely friend @bird-brained-plague-doctor help me out! Thanks Birdie~ Also she/her will be used for reader though nothing major will be mentioned

You'd known Aizen since he was captain and like many others you looked up to his strength and kindness. You met mostly by chance, after all working for the stealth force meant you hardly worked alongside the other soul reapers. It was odd that someone like him would be wandering around the Rukan district for seemingly no reason. Yet that was also the start of something sweet. It became routine for him to meet you there, you'd sit down and enjoy tea together or just talk about anything and everything for hours. It was easy to see why so many liked him and it seemed like perhaps he liked you as well....oh how sadly right you were.

Aizen's betrayal, when you look back on it, should have been expected. He and Gin were clearly planning something though you'd never expect someone like Tosen would have been involved as well. The offer that came with Aizen leaving though was the most unexpected. " Come with me my dear and become my queen. Together we could rule over everyone." Hard to believe yeah but so easy to turn down. " Ha! As if I would join you. I was dumb enough to think you cared then let alone now. Next time we cross paths I'll make sure my shot doesn't miss." The smile on his face was impossible to miss but the fact that it made your heart skip a beat was something you could never let anyone know of.

The next time you saw Aizen was in the human world. Having been put there as another line of defense you'd hadn't expected to see him again so soon. Just like you promised up from your high vantage point you take aim. A few steady breaths and moments of focus before you pull the trigger. It's a perfect shot, aimed right between the eyes but without even blinking he's gone and the bullet lodged into the tree behind him. " Now now there's no need to be so feisty my dear markman. You should know better than that." Maybe it's because it had been so long since you heard his voice or maybe it's because you never got over him but the flutter in your stomach is just another reason to push him back. That was the day it began, yet another game of cat and mouse.

Though you had started as the mouse it doesn't last long after the first reunion

Aizen wants to play but he prefers dragging things out, that ends up working in your favor

After the first time it's easy to forget what you're meant to be doing that really you should be trying to kill him or at least telling your captain about things but you don't

This becomes your secret just a special thing only the two of you have and you fully intend to run the game

It starts small and simple maybe a compliment here and there as you "try to kill him" something he could brush off as you attempting to throw him off his game

It escalates from there as you close the distance from time to time with soft words and confidant flirtations this really starts to get to him

Aizan didn't think you'd be the one to make a move after all you rejected his offer so he'd assumed you'd being starting from square one again

Each reminder of how you see him, every compliant or pickup line digs under his skin until he can't ignore the way heart speeds up even Espada notice he seems flushed after meeting with you

Of course he's gonna fight back, he's going to try and make you just as embarrassed and head over heels for him but never back down

Don't stop flirting and leading this dance, keep him on his toes and watch him melt

One day you might even get him wrapped around your pinky, willing to bow down and worship you in his own messed up way

Thank you for reading! Lifes been pretty hectic so I'm glad I was able to get this out. With any luck I'll also post two things in October for you all. Anyway I hope you enjoyed my take on this. Have a good day or night!~ Lilly

#reader imagine #x reader #reader insert #bleach imagines #bleach x reader #aizen sosuke x reader #aizen x reader

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arabriddler · 8 days

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thinking about Ed and Kristen in Gothaml

I think Ed being a lanky nerdy guy working in a precinct full of burly cop guys kind of plays into that in a way. Before seeing his interactions with Kristen we see him getting ridiculed and looked down on by the other officers, and he can’t do much about it, no? except, with Kristen, she’s a girl she’s the records keeper she’s sweet and soft and, to him, or rather in that work environment she’s ‘weaker’. There is finally someone he could be… above in a way, and he likes that. He likes that he could have that standing. I do bring into light the first time we see them interact. He tells her I could help you in a very sure posture, and he looks at her as if she was lesser and the way he leans over the cabinets it’s just… yeah. Interesting though from a riddler characterization standpoint, the way he would love to be, you know, the best in the room. that scene did feel very odd for him. I can’t decide if it’s performative masculinity ( he also chases that masculinity when he tries to have very normal romantic relationships like he wants to be normal so bad sometimes ) or it’s the DID because he does seem more like Riddler in the way he talked to her but I have the feeling that they didn’t plan for Ed’s DID until later in season 1 or in season 2. Or maybe it’s both. I think it’s also interesting that the parts Kristen DOES find charming about him are the same parts he hid from her? Like when he’s just silly and goofy and nerdy rather than, trying to fit into that specific image of masculinity. I do like that at least when they started dating he apologized for his behavior.

which…. Brings me to Kristen. She did say she thought he was sweet but wanted him to be less sweet sometimes. Which is quite tragic, she does have the worst taste in men ( sorry Kristen I love you but please stay away from men ), but I’m thinking more of whether she was being performative too ( having a traditionally masculine partner. I do like to think that her straightness was performative ) or whether she was traumatized from past experiences and needed someone strong she knows could protect her. Or , again, it could be booth. There’s also another aspect of her. I did mentioned before that she’s seen as weak and sweet but that’s not really the case. She’s feisty , shes stubborn. She’s sweet for sure but she’s more layered than that. The sweetness she’s perceived us feels more 2D and fairytale like, when she’s just human. From a meta perspective, I do find it Interesting considering how her story ended. Tragic!

that makes both of them kind of interesting mirrors of each other. They could’ve been good friends, but they tried to fit into the heteronormative and traditional male female molds ( or were more pushed into it in Kristen’s case )

#Gotham #ed sucked so bad but I love Kristen too much to ignore all of that #Kristen kringle

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marjorie-ann-miller-1949 · 5 months

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Hello. I'm Marjorie. I guess. Joined this "rotumblr" website because my book club thought they were going to "Promote themselves on social media" or whatever it's called. Whatever. I'm here now. Might as well introduce myself, right? That's what you weirdos do here?

Marjorie. Already said that. That's me. Live in Sinnoh. I train Grass and Bug types. Hobbies include reading, gardening, and occasional painting. Was a gym Challenger back in my prime. Still up for a batttle if you come by. Though I'd rather you didn't. Come by, I mean.

Here's my Trainer Card. it is here twice. Unsure why it is there twice.

Terry the Tangrowth was my first partner. This asshole's been around almost as long as I have. Love him.

Carla is my Yanmega. Too kind, too empathetic, and too loyal. Pet her ONE TIME and she'll never leave your side.

Martha is my Vileplume. She keeps people away from my house - Would YOU go up to the house of the mean old lady with the sneezy old plant? She's a sweet girl though. More patient than I could ever be.

Antonia is my Scolipede. Incredibly full of herself. Do NOT compliment her. She won't leave you alone. Kind, strong, powerful, dignified, and eternally humble. (I am being sarccastic. she is the least humble Pokémon I know.)

Dorcas is my Cradily. She's like an old Liepard - a little persnickety, a little mischievous, but eternally loyal.

Sadie is my Ariados. She's an old-timer too. Retired at this point, doesn't battle. Still as feisty as ever - challenge her and you WILL be webbed to the wall. Don't expect me to help, either. Your fault for getting stuck.

I have a service Espeon, since I'm not exactly the best at getting around. Opens doors, grabs things for me, finds help if I fall. SO much energy. Seriously. Love him, even if he's eternally annoying. Doesn't really have a name, I just call him "You."

//ooc under the cut!

hello! this is doof! i run @pokemoncenterofficial and @curses-and-curiosities, and you can find me outside pokeirl at my very-neglected main @doofisconfused. thought it might be fun to make an older character! i had a lot of fun makin marjorie, and i hope you all like her, too! marjorie is 74, but she'd never admit it. she lives in eterna city, but she refuses to give out any more info on her location than "sinnoh."

marjorie's supposed to be kind of a mean character, but if i'm overstepping it please let me know! magic anons are OFF for her but will be for theo (@pokemoncenterofficial)!

#pokemon #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #rotumblr #rotomblr #pokeblog #pokeblogging

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justagalwhowrites · 11 months

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im pretty sure you've been asked for all the ocs at this point separately but i have a tiny pea sized brain and cant remember LMAOOO but who are your fcs for the ocs? doc/andrew/jess/derek/kristen/marta/elias/etc. (im sure im missing some)

my brain definitely manifests them a certain way but im curious to who you imagine!!

AHHH YES OMG HI!

So I left a lot of these non-existent or vague so people can plug in themselves and people they love BUT here’s who I picture 😍

Doc: I don’t really have an actor who fits her so I made this AI thing when I was thinking up the character? But I’ve pictured her as fairly petite (5’2”-5’4” ish?), small but not skinny, rounded but not thicc. Basically just the personification of softness and femininity. She’s got a lot of hair that’s wavy/curly that gets out of control easily and her personal style is the thrift shop version of Jess from New Girl. She looks like someone the apocalypse will chew up and spit out.

Andrew: my sweet baby angel! When we first meet him, he is 110% Lucas from Stranger Things. Fairly baby faced but brave in the face of it all - and still able to find happiness and joy. By the time Doc leaves the QZ, I’m kind of leaning Donald Glover? Someone mentioned they cast him as Andrew Garfield and I kinda love that too lol

Jess: Our third member of the codependency squad (who was honestly way understanding of her boyfriend/husband’s weird attachment and we love her for it) and resident comedian is, in my head, Doctor Who era Karen Gillan. Red hair, vibe of sass and strength but also naïveté (and so pretty that we can’t blame Andrew for gawking at her for months) we love her.

Derek: the good guy who might have been if it weren’t for trauma and Joel! He’s 40 year old James Marsden. Just… *chef’s kiss* Look between him, Joel and Tommy? Doc can PULL. Someone said they cast Oscar Isaac here and look… Oscar is like maybe the one man I might find more attractive than Pedro, it depends on the day BUT I cannot cast him as anything but a leading man. Oscar and Pedro can only be end game in my book (but I will accept any and all HC castings lol)

Kristen: Our favorite, competent as HELL trauma nurse! I pictured her as being unexpectedly feisty coming from a small, pretty, blonde package. Does she seem like someone you’d underestimate? Poor choice on your part but that’s her. Malin Akerman is who she is for me!

Marta: our tough still figuring it out assistant turned expert nurse! I wanted someone sweet but strong who could be both naive and brilliant, so Ana de Armas it is! Only realized just now that her name in Knives Out is also Marta lol I FORGOT THAT BUT OH WELL!

Elias: Our stalwart dogooder under the umbrella of FEDRA turned exhausted man trying to keep people alive, Elias is a kind hearted leader trying to do the best he can with what very little he has. His caring and drive I think are exemplified in Jimmy Smits - especially West Wing era Jimmy Smits at the beginning of the fic.

So yeah! That’s how I see all these lovely lovely characters! I hope this enriches or informs the reading for you. Thank you so much for reading and asking! Love you!!

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acacia-may · 24 days

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🤍

Hi Donna! Thank you so much for the ask, friend! 💕

A character that you know that reminds me of you:

You remind me of Levy McGarden from Fairy Tail because you're both very nice people and supportive friends, but you have an edgier, spunkier side too. You're thoughtful, intelligent, and talented, and you take a lot of pride in your work. You're also helpful and supportive, but you'll still tell it like it is if that's what someone needs to hear. You're sweet and spunky! ^^

A character that you don't know (or at least that I don't know if you know 😅) that reminds me of you:

(It’s such an obscure series it was not easy to find a decent quality picture of her so we’re going with this one 😅)

You also remind me of Iva from Karneval, another strong female character from manga/anime (and probably feistier than Levy). You're both hard workers who care a lot about your close friends and family, and though you are bluntly honest at times, you're very kind and compassionate too. You're also very strong, feisty, and don't put up with anyone's nonsense. (Iva literally kicks guys in the face if they won't stop hitting on her after she's rejected them, and somehow I feel like you would do that 😂).

#thanks for the ask #donna 🤍#two strong kick-butt ladies for you #assign a character ask game

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mythgirlimagines · 3 months

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also for @get-outside-nekomatsu, what I think n25 teams would be

So usually when I make pokemon teams for characters, I put a little thought into them, so a lot of these have explanations

Kanade's team, I think, would be more based around music and comfort than anything else. She would have:

Wigglytuff, who she raised from an egg as a gift from her parents

Cubone, who was the most recently caught and who she thinks is adorable

Roselia, who she found on her way to visit her dad one day

Kricketune, who is very helpful when she hits a block with music

Audino, who helps her remember to take breaks and. y'know. eat

Flabebe, who she found at the park with the carnations

Mafuyu's, on the complete other hand, would likely be focused around strength and perceived perfection. I literally used a team checker for this one, though it's still not perfect, haha. She would have:

Ceruledge, who is her strongest pokemon and who likely knows her best

Milotic, who was once a gift from her mother but now one of her closest confidants

Blissey, who is a remnant of her old dream to become a nurse after traveling as a trainer

Crobat, who evolved much quicker than she ever thought

Mamoswine, who I think just fits on this team tbh yes I know this team is 1/3 Sinnoh what about it

Haxorus, who she raised from an Axew and who is actually very sweet

Ena, I feel, would go for a team of pokemon she thought were cute, perhaps on the artistic side, but also strong or maybe even shared her temper. She would have:

Teddiursa, who she thinks is adorable and also kinda feisty (like herself)

Zweilous, who I think just fits her, y'know? Imagine her with a Hydreigon fr

Alcremie, who followed her after she got cheesecake one day

Smeargle, because of course

Dedenne, who is cute and sparky

Gothorita, because it also fits

And Mizuki would have a cute team! A team that was very them. They would have:

Munna, who kinda gives kimi no yoru wo kure lol

Delcatty, who was raised alongside their sister's

Leavanny, who loves helping them with sewing

Glaceon, since Sylveon felt a little on the nose and shows their kinda icier/loner side if that makes sense

Ribombee, who Mizuki thinks is just the cutest

Hatterene, who also has a kind of solitary and reclusive nature, but the two of them are trying their best

#headcanons #kanade yoisaki #mafuyu asahina #ena shinonome #mizuki akiyama #pokemon #pjsk #project sekai

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bluegekk0 · 4 months

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Oh the twins double arms are perfect for causing all sorts of shenanigans!

Oh absolutely, when they're older I imagine they'd get in all kinds of trouble. Well, the girl would, without a doubt. Her brother would be the type to say "I don't think this is a good idea, we shouldn't do that" but still follow her around, which would still put him in the same situations.

I might as well talk a bit more about them here since I'm feeling inspired.

I had the idea that the little boy is quite frail and sickly, perhaps he somehow inherited Grimm's weak heart which means that he has to take things a bit slower, and needs more care from his dads. Though unlike Grimm, his heart is fully biological, like FPK's, so it doesn't get worse progressively like Grimm's, but is consistently slightly weaker than normal. It's not bad enough to be life threatening, he just gets tired more easily and can't always keep up with his sister. That could be why he's not the type to get in trouble and instead prefers to stay with his parents, but a lot of it is due to his personality. He's quite similar to FPK in this regard.

The girl, on the other hand, is quite strong and energetic, even at the current age, after they barely opened their eyes, she's curious about everything around her and often tries to waddle out of the "nest" to see what's going on. Though she's also very protective of her little brother, she'll hiss at anything that can harm him, and will curl around him for warmth, since she's the fluffier (and slightly bigger) of the two. They share a very close bond, she always waits for her little brother so that he can keep up with her, and goes easy on him when playfighting so that he can still win and not feel bad about being weaker. But her curiosity still gets them in trouble, and unlike Lewk, who's a sweet and polite child, she's a little feisty, so that can cause its own set of problems, especially when they get older.

But currently they're still very young, so they only leave the house when Grimm and FPK take them outside. Though even at that young age, their personalities still shine through, the girl is fierce and curious while the boy is shy and prefers to cuddle against Grimm or FPK's chest more than anything. Two little babies, I already love them so much.

#ask stuff #feral pk au #save #asta #milo

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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Can you do a yandere Bucky with a strong reader who can defend herself and ends up beating up bucky bc of his behavior and turns out the reader is just AS toxic as he is?

PLEEEASE

Thank you for the request, I hope you'll like. I’m sorry it took me a while:)

Stepped out of my comfort zone a bit on this, I've never written something like this before, sorry if it's not so good like you hoped <3 :)

As insane as you

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You were a new addition to the team-which Bucky only found out after coming back from a long mission. He thought you shouldn't be on the team, because you were probably not a good fighter, since he hadn't seen you training...boy was he wrong.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Yandere!Bucky Barnes x Yandere!Reader

(Soft)Dark

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: violence, obsessive behaviour, chocking, biting-like really painful biting, hair pulling, let me know what to add

Yandere: A term for a person who is loving and caring to someone they like until their love, admiration and devotion becomes feisty and mentally destructive in nature through over protectiveness, violence, brutality or all three combined. Yandere is mentally unstable and uses extreme violence or brutality as an outlet for their emotions.

Simply put, a yandere is lovesick; someone who has been driven to insanity by extreme obsession or love, thus resulting in abnormal behaviour if not violence.

It's not like Bucky didn't want a female Agent on the team. He had no problem with your gender-Natasha was one of the best agents he'd ever seen.

But there was something about you. He couldn't quite tell. It's like some weird feeling told, you shouldn't be put out in daher. You should be save.

He should be protecting you, keep you save and just to himself.

He liked that idea. It made something in him tingle.

Until now he only saw pictures of you. Bucky just came back from a two months mission in Europe, with Steve. Natasha was the first one to greet them and tell them about you. She immediately showed them your file and Bucky felt...weird. Tense. In a way, he couldn't describe.

You looked really cute in the pictures. Your bright smile seemed so friendly...there was no way you were a former assassin or any kind of agent. It didn't make sense.

"She can only join the team if she can beat me", he snored, rolling his eyes, knowing, you wouldn't be able to do that. There were only a few people that could beat him, when he fought like he really meant it. You wouldn’t be one of them. He just knew it.

The next day the two of you were supposed to meet in the gym, to train. Bucky wanted to spar with you. He'd already thought about how careful he should be with you-he definitely couldn't use his metal arm. And probably not even half of his strength.

Entering the gym he heard your grunting, having already started warming up. He studied you for a moment. Every of your movements, as you hit the punching bag. Your movements were graceful. You seemed concentrated on your task. The clothes you wore showed of your body. Bucky could tell you had strong arms and definitely a strong back-and your thighs. God, he could die between them. Thick muscle moving with every kick. He wanted to feel them.

The serious expression on your face, the sweat already forming an your skin and the quite Grund you were letting out made something in him stir. He quickly shook away every thought.

Hearing someone coming closer, you turned around, already expecting him. “Hello, Soldier”, you smirked, letting your gaze roam over his body, his cute face and pretty eyes. You knew a lot about James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky. There was something about him. A voice in your head told you to help him, protect him-especially after everything he’s been through. He should be able to relax more, be save.

You wanted to give him this feeling.

You wanted to take care of your sweet boy, even if he didn’t know it yet.

Buckys lips twitched into a smile, watching you drink from your water bottle. A few water drops missed your mouth, slowly running down your chin and throat.

God, he wanted to lick them away.

Smirking, as if you knew what he was thinking about, you lowered your water bottle, stepping closer to the soldier. One of your hands gently stroked along his muscled chest. He was so firm and yet so soft under your palm. soft skin, soft muscles…soft Bucky. Needs protection.

He watched your smaller palm glide over his chest, his heartbeat jumped slightly, while he watched your movements. Your palm was so small compared to his body. God, he was scared he would break you during sparring or …during doing other things.

Watching you touch him this softly, he completely forgot to answer you, which was really cute. He seemed so…in thought. His pretty blue eyes never left yours, while his hand slowly grabbed yours, removing it from his chest. Your skin was soft, compared to his rougher hand.

The two of you starred at each other for a moment.

“Let’s get to work, sweetheart”, you teased, grabbing him by the collar and walking to the sparring mat. He followed you like a lost puppy-it’s just because he didn’t want to make you sad, if he didn’t listen, of course.

Suddenly you had him on the floor, his hands pinned to the floor, with you straddling his waist.

How did this happen?

You clicked your tongue, slowly shaking your head. He was supposed to take care of himself? How? If he couldn’t even defend himself. This man was supposed to be strong and independent? How had he survived this long without you by his side, to protect him?

His pretty eyes scanned your face for a moment, till he noticed your grip on his wrist loosening. Using your distraction he tried to pin you down-but somehow ended in the same position. “Okay, we’ll start over. Try your best”, you said kindly, but something in your voice was…Bucky couldn’t point it out. But there was something different.

Standing up he watched you for a moment. Taking a swing, you grabbed his wrist, pinning it quickly behind his back and kicking him in the back of his knees, making him fall. You sighed. With your free hand you gently stroked his hair, pulling on it and making him look at you. “Come on, you can do better”, you said, kicking him in the back.

Bucky hit the ground with a grunt. That’s how you wanted to play this game? He really wanted to be gentle. Didn’t want to hurt you-but maybe he should show you who’s in charge.

You waited till he stood back up-he quickly kicked you in the stomach. Not expecting him to use this much strength, you stumbled back, while he kicked your legs out from under you, sweeping you of your feet. Your back hit the ground. Hard. Before you could react Buckys boot pinned your chest to the mat. “Is that better?”, he grinned cocky.

What an attitude, you thought, grabbing his leg and pulling him down. Within a few seconds he was once again under you, this time feeling you hands squeeze his throat, cutting of his airway. “Sweetheart, I really wanted to be friendly, you know? Didn’t want to hurt you, baby”, you whispered into his ear. Your lips touched his earlobe gently, gasping Bucky tried to grab your hair and yank you away-but it only made you grin wider. The pain added to the pleasure he was giving you, by struggling against you. It was a cute game. But he had no chance winning.

Only when he hit you with his left arm, you fell to the ground-a hit with vibranium was painful. Bucky tried to grab your wrists, but you quickly put your legs around his shoulders and grabbed both of his arms-the metal arm got a bit more attention this time-Turing around with him, making the two of you lay on your backs. In this Position you had a good grip on him.

He felt your thighs squeeze around his head and throat, making him whine quietly.

Fuck, he had thought about being between your legs-but not like this. How the hell had you so much control over him? It’s like you knew every of his moves. He struggled against your grip-the only way he could try to win, was with playing dirty.

For a moment he locked at the ceiling, praying to god knows who. Hopefully you wouldn’t be mad at him…wait, what? Of course you wouldn’t be mad. He was the one in control, he just…didn’t want to hurt you. That’s all.

You watched him turn his head to your thigh and opening his mouth-he wouldn’t dare to-fuck

Bucky bit your soft flesh. The taste of blood hit his tongue, while he broke the skin-not too strongly to bite any flesh off, but hard enough for it to bleed. You cried out in pain, but didn’t let go. Your thighs squeezed him even more. “Fuck you-I wanted to be nice”, you said grabbing his hair and pulling. He let go of your soft skin, trying to escape your hold. Fuck, he couldn’t move. It’s like he was your pray. And you were the predator.

He struggled against you, making your hold stronger. Once again he felt you squeeze the air out of his lungs, making him gasp. He freed his right hand-or maybe you let him do that? Bucky tried to pull away your legs from around your throat. “Come on, sweetheart, tell me you’re sorry”, you teased.

Bucky started nodding. “I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry”, he mumbled between gasps. You let go of him, making him gasp sharply, while you stroked over his hair. He stayed like that for a moment, just thinking about what happened. You….you beat him. More than once.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you, my silly boy.”

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#bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #soft!dark Bucky Barnes #yandere bucky x reader #yandere #yandere bucky barnes

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kindheart525 · 6 months

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Which characters in the Auraverse and Thirdverse have pets?

I thought this was such a fun question that I decided to draw out my answers! Right now I’m only answering for the Auraverse because there are a lot just for that ng, and thus it might be less overwhelming to show the Thirdverse pets in a separate post.

1, 2, and 3. Each of the ColorOak sisters has their own cat, and they reflect just how different (and alike!) the sisters are. Red Cedar has a big, fluffy Maine Coon named Mint Bliss. He is just as majestic and noble in attitude as Cedar likes to imagine his namesake is, and his name reflects her strong grounding in her own faith. In sharp contrast, Blue Velvet has a hairless Sphinx cat named Velour, to go with her own name. This kitty is spoiled rotten and put in all kinds of outfits for aesthetic photos (which she accepts; Blue wouldn’t make her do it if she fought against it). I mustn’t forget her little corn snake Precious either, who has become Velour’s best friend. Velour loves to chill out with Precious wrapped around her like a sweater as if it’s the height of luxury. Much like her own position between her two sisters, Violet’s kitten is a middle ground between the other two cats in being a regular domestic shorthair. As a black cat, often thought of as a harbinger of bad luck, he was the last in his litter to get adopted. But Violet took one look at him and fell in love, naming him Maestro to reflect the kind of greatness she saw in him. He’s also registered as her emotional support animal to help with her anxiety, and he is very good at doing so.

4. Varmint Venom works with snakes of all shapes and sizes for a living, but only two of them permanently belong to her. You’ve met them before, but here we have Bartholomew (green) and Brenda (brown). Brenda is a real escape artist, never able to be left alone unsupervised even when she’s sealed in a tank. Bartholomew can be a feisty one, always watching for potential prey and flicking his tongue in anticipation, but Varmint knows just how to keep him tame and happy, being the snake whisperer she is.

5. After getting her career back on track, River Morganite eventually gets to a place where she can relax and pursue other interests, which includes adopting a macaw for companionship. Her name is Regina, which is short for Princess Regina Pluma Corona the First. She’s not quite as much of a diva as her name would suggest, as blue and gold macaws are known for being quite sociable. But she still wants to be the center of attention at all times, which is fine by River as they make quite a fabulous pair. She loves letting Regina perch upon her horns like she’s her crown…but she may have also accidentally taught her some curse words. Bloody hell.

6. Due to a mispronounced chant during one of her witch coven’s biweekly meetings, Milkweed has found herself the “mommy” of a giant, carnivorous plant that was once naught but a tiny sprout. When she tried to make the plant grow she didn’t expect it to grow this big, but she doesn’t regret this mistake one bit. Itsy Bitsy is as sweet as can be…to her at least, and to those that she has made clear she trusts. She wouldn’t let him hurt a fly though…I mean a pony, because he does eat flies. She loves to sing the Itsy Bitsy Spider song to him while feeding him spiders, flies, and other bugs and small critters, as their special nightly tradition.

7. Eclipse’s best friend is a little hermit crab named Io, named after one of Jupiter’s moons but much preferring to hide from the great big universe around him. A feeling Eclipse can relate to all too well. They feel like the little crab understands them in this way and that brings them comfort. When they talk to Io about their day to get stuff off their chest, he just sits there with his cute little claws folded and listens, which is all Eclipse could ask for sometimes.

8. While not one individual pet, Snowcone is a friend of the butterflies, having started raising them as a form of therapy. It brings her great joy and comfort to be part of something bigger in contributing to the health of butterfly populations, but she also loves to watch them flutter around in freedom and peace for the sake of each individual. Glasswing butterflies are her favorite, looking so delicate yet being some of the most beautiful of all!

9. Rosemary has an ant farm! When she’s not out playing with Sandpiper, or visiting her grandparents and cousins, she loves nothing more than to sit down and watch her ants roam around, sometimes for hours. It’s so fun to see the inner workings of their lives in such a small box, and it’s a quiet activity that she sometimes prefers over the constant activity of family time.

10. Also not really a pet, but Amour Étreinte really has a charm with the birds and other woodland creatures! Almost everywhere she goes at least a few of them are following her, even in the Crystal Empire which doesn’t have any real forests. And every note she sings has the birds tweeting along in perfect tune. There’s something absolutely magical to it, a surprise and delight to many even in a world where magic is the norm. She’s a true Disneigh Princess!

11. Duchess Daisy Lace Raspberry III is the only dog who has ever been worthy of Best in Show, and anypony who even dares suggest otherwise is a jealous, vindictive bitch. She’s Southern Belle’s pride and joy but everypony else’s nightmare, with a nasty bark AND bite and a trail of slobber following her almost everywhere except when she has to look nice for the cameras. Even other dogs whine and cower in her presence. But Southern Belle is fine with that, in fact she’s downright proud of her dog’s reputation. That only means she’s the best of the best, just like her owner.

12. One might think that a high-society, somewhat snooty filly like Ingenue would have a sharp distaste for rodents, but that couldn’t be further from the truth when it comes to rats. They’re very clean, sociable and intelligent animals and she sees through all the myths that suggest they aren’t. She even has three of her own, a trio of sisters named Dolly, Dora, and Donna. Yes they look kind of alike, and yes their names are remarkably similar, but Ingenue will still get extremely insulted if you dare get them confused. If anything, their little tutus should be a dead giveaway to their individuality (and their owner’s fashion taste).

13. If anyone would be the type to have a spoiled little dog who’s literally ancient and racks up thousands of bits in vet bills, it would be Saltwater Taffy. Little Gumdrop has hardly taken a single step outside of her purse in his 21 years of life because Taffy wouldn’t dare make him get his tender little paws dirty. Nor has he eaten a single bite of brand-name dog food because he deserves much better than that. (I’m exaggerating with the walking bit, he does get adequate exercise and is legitimately well taken care of despite also being coddled.) If Taffy dares leave him to fend for himself alone in her big, lavish castle, even for 10 minutes, he is absolutely beside himself. And in true Taffy fashion she enables all of it. But the arrival of her daughter meant welcoming another new furry friend to the family. For Spring Palooza was born with some disabilities that required more assistance with mobility and pain management to help her achieve her best life, assistance which could be best provided by a service dog. Enter Jellybean, the slobbery, constantly-shedding, yet eternally easygoing Saint Bernard tasked with meeting Pally’s caretaking needs. Taffy didn’t expect to be the owner of a dog like this after choosing such a tiny, prissy little creature for herself, but it’s the breed Pally chose among the options presented for a service dog. And Taffy would do anything to make her little girl happy. As for Gumdrop’s opinion, Jellybean is his sworn enemy, but Jellybean has not a single clue about this feud.

14. Because of Stockholm’s love of all things historical, Discord thought it would be a great idea to gift her a real life prehistoric animal as a pet. Now. he could have been extra chaotic and pulled a Jurassic Park with some dinosaurs, but after seeing her get emotional over the evolutionary relationship between Joshua trees and the now-extinct giant ground sloth (Megatherium), he decided that was what he would create for her. Stockholm couldn’t be happier with his selection, loving nothing more than to lounge in the sloth’s favorite tree with her new friend who she’s named Coconut.

15. For as long as she could remember, Slumber Party had always wanted a cuddly little pet to call her own, but she couldn’t have one in the orphanage. But in her free time she did do some reading and decided pretty early on that she wanted some guinea pigs. So when she got adopted, it didn’t take long for her to successfully convince Luna to take her down to the pet store to pick out her new best friend. She settled on a bonded pair, who she’s quite fittingly named Snuggles and Cuddles. She could sit in her room for hours just watching them play and giving them lots of love!

16. As a young adult, Etheria decides to really lean into their gothic and intellectual side and get a pet raven, just like in the poems of old. Edgar lives up to expectations in being extremely intelligent, able to solve puzzles and even use tools to aid Etheria in her work. In her true blunt fashion, Etheria likes to pit their pet raven against her brother Raven, even though the latter is plenty intelligent in his own right. It’s all just affectionate teasing.

17. When he reaches his teenage and young adult years, Meteor Shower follows his mom’s hoofsteps in being a lover of reptiles and gets a badass-looking bearded dragon as a pet. Many reptiles are considered stereotypically masculine pets, especially when the owner is such a guys’ guy like Meteor, but despite his friends’ confusion his little lizard is actually a girl! Pepper is obviously completely indifferent to what she’s called, and is content being part of his aesthetic because it also comes with companionship and quality care.

18. After seeing how much Sahar adored the sea and all the colorful life teeming within, Heavenly Glow decided to give her the ultimate surprise for her birthday and commission a personal fish pond to be built just for her. Needless to say Sahar loved it; in fact, it’s one of her favorite birthday gifts she’s ever received! She loves to watch the fish explore their colorful little habitat, and Heavenly loves watching her love enjoy herself. Although, as something of a half-fish, Heavenly is surprised to find herself feeling slightly jealous when Sahar picks a favorite fish from the pond.

19. The apartment building they live in isn’t particularly welcoming towards pets, but even if it was, Minted Glacier and Blueberry Sticks probably wouldn’t have room to take care of one after putting all their time and money into raising Mint’s daughter. But a pet found its way into their lives anyway when a raccoon fell through their ceiling one day and Mint was unable to deny the begging of his daughter and sister. The young CheBe named him Stripy, but Blueberry has her mind in the gutter with her choice of spelling. Unsurprisingly, this literal wild animal soon proved to be too much to handle, so after less than a week Mint finally put his hoof down and “gave him to somepony with a bigger house” (released him in the wild).

20. Meet Polished Antique’s prized purebred Pekingese, the latest in a long line of esteemed show dogs. Her name is Priscilla Pearl (AKA PeePee), and she is the daughter of Jet Set’s dog William Warwick (AKA WeeWee). PeePee lives a very pampered life with only the most expensive dog food and most luxurious beds. But her whole lifestyle goes out the window when she finds anything even slightly edible on the ground, including literal garbage. Which is what Polly’s cooking looks and tastes like, but he doesn’t seem to realize that even when it sometimes sets the smoke alarms off. In his mind he’s just making his precious girl a special treat. And of course, her eager approval of such putrid sludge tells him absolutely nothing about the actual quality of his dishes.

21. While she doesn’t have a pet of her own, Luster Dawn has a pond behind her house that’s a popular attraction for ducks. When she’s not busy studying or spending time with Flurry, she likes to sit by the pond and meditate on its stillness during her breaks. When she’s lucky a duck will come by and accept her offering of corn and peas that she tosses into the water, and sometimes even a family! Seeing the little ducklings follow their parents reminds her of herself in a bygone era, but in a heartwarming way. She’s happy for them.

22. Following his family’s legacy, Bumblebee has healed many ponies and woodland creatures alike, but one case is extra special to him. One day he found an injured baby squirrel with no parents in sight and vowed to do whatever it took to nurse him back to health. He always tries to follow proper protocol to not hurt their chances of returning to their proper habitat, but he just couldn’t help but fall in love. He even gave the little critter a name, Theodore (AKA Teddy). The time eventually came to release Teddy back into the wild, despite how much it broke Bumble’s heart, but it only took Teddy a couple days to return and make it clear that he was staying. He wasn’t physically incapable of surviving alone, he just didn’t want to. Now he’s Bumblebee’s little companion and helper, and neither would have it any other way.

23. After her father died and it became clear that her family would be spending a lot more time at the rock farm, Limestone decided to buy a rooster for the place to keep everypony’s schedules on track (really because Applejack wanted a piece of Sweet Apple Acres there and she couldn’t say no). She named him Igneous as a homage to the late patriarch, even though this rooster is a lot more loud and boisterous than his namesake ever was. He technically belongs to the whole family, but aside from his parents, Mountain Peak is the one who enjoys interacting with him the most. He just needs to invest in some earplugs!

24. As if the universe didn’t hate Summer Beauty enough, it also made her allergic to literally every furry animal. Yes, even the hypoallergenic and hairless ones, it is possible. And she doesn’t particularly care for reptiles or fish so she hates that those are her only options if she doesn’t want to be sneezy or hopped up on allergy medicine all the time. Applejack (despite her own disappointment) tried giving Winona away to another branch of the Apple family when Summer was little and her allergies were first showing up. However, the filly was so utterly and despairingly beside herself that AJ realized Summer really would rather sacrifice her sinuses for her mental health. So Winona came back and now the family has another dog named Ryder, who Summer insists is “the only one around here who likes me anymore.” She loves him the most out of all her siblings and cries the hardest when he dies, and the allergies are only a small price to pay for his love.

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