If anyone is willing to help it is greatly appreciated. I live near a big cat dumping zone and normally we can get them all homes fine, people usually drop their pets, unfortunately, but they are usually already spayed or neutered. Someone dumped this poor cat a few months ago and we couldn't catch her, she has come back and had her kittens in my shed. All the local rescues, shelters, and vets are out of room for the time being. The plan for the gofundme is to set aside money for their vet bills because the kittens are going to need vaccines, deworming and eventually spayed or neutered along with the mama cat. I can find adopters individually in the future but ive had no luck getting anyone willing to take all of them at the moment.
I already have a cat, who hates all other living beings beyond humans for some reason, who won't even tolerate the mother let alone the kittens so for the time being I am going to move them into my green house so they can be out of this dingy shed, I can afford to feed them for the most part, it might be harder once the kittens are bigger to feed them but for right now I am ok. The vet bills I unfortunately just dont have the extra money for nor do I have insurance for all these cats yet.
Any and all help is appreciated and if there is anything left over after the vet it will just go towards more supplies until I can get them adopted.
Thank you so much anyone willing to donate or at least share the link if you can't.
Thinking about a straight guy who won’t let you kiss him but throughly enjoys when you spit in his mouth or when you cum down his throat, or use it as nothing but a hole to sheath your cock in, asking the pretty boy for the umpth time if you can kiss him on the lips even though you already know what the answer will be.
and of course it is a no: head swiftly turning away as he mutters for you to hurry up and fuck him. But that doesn’t matter, not when you get to grab a handful of sweat soaked curls and crank his face towards the full length mirror in your bedroom, letting him see himself practically skewed onto your cock. Strong thighs shaking, arms straining, doing his very best to keep himself up, to meet your brutal thrust. Cum tears and spit cover his lips chin and cheek. Nothing but obscene slapping sounds of skin echoing through the room before you grab hold of his chin, telling him with a snarl how he will let you do all this to him; hammering each word with a thrust to his prostate, watching the way he somehow turns more pathetic with drool dribbling down his mouth, body going lax, practically letting you take full control of his body.
“You will let me ruin you like this but won’t let me kiss you on the lips? How pathetic,” sounds so too when he whimpers and whines as you mutter the words against his skin, teeth leaving marks on his skin, something he’ll struggle with covering up later “you like that? Like hearing how pathetic you are?”
He doesn’t respond instead you see his cock practically leak a like a faucet between his legs. You find it in yourself to show him mercy, gingerly squeezing his dick to give him relief as you drill into the into the most sensitive spot of him, all while watching through the mirror how he’s rapidly reaching his orgasm with each thrust, eyes rolling back, body tensing up before you finally feel him slump down in your arms. “Hah god-,fuck,”
Theres a good moment of silence as the both of you try to catch your breath , your hand softly carding through his hair as gingerly pull him closer.
Reblog to tell zionists to fuck off your blog. If you say you aren't a zionist but still get offended then uhhh sorry hun but this is exactly for you <3
still absolutely cannot wrap my head around how ppl are not condemning the iof and calling for a permanent ceasefire even after the news broke out about hind. she was six years old. trapped inside a bombed car where five of her relatives are martyred. iof tanks laid siege on a six year old girl calling her mom for help. because she was scared and alone and starving. iof waited until the paramedics came to save hind and killed them all. remember hind. remember yousef. remember ahmed. death to israel. ceasefire now.
After the Azul ordeal and learning that Ramshackle could be prime real-estate, Yuu decides on a way to make money, and that is rent out the common areas of Ramshackle for parties. They overhear some Heartslybul students complaining about how they want to party for someone upcoming birthday, but all of Riddles rules is making it hard to throw it. In comes Yuu going, “I have a suggestion.” and for a modest rental fee, they could throw their party at their dorm. Word gets around and since Yuu isn’t as strict as some of the housewardens, Ramshackle becomes the party dorm and Yuu now has some steady income. Of course, one of the big rules is not a word of this side hustle to staff, especially Crowely. Yuu doesn’t want to run the risk of shutting it down, or worse, giving him a cut. If anyone asks, they just like to have fun, no different than Scarabia.
Following that "least favorite" request could we get their reactions to being to told that they're their favorite, but to not tell the other brothers so their feelings don't get hurt? Maybe because they relate to them the most or just get along really well. Thanks!
You're My Favorite! But Don't Tell the Others-
(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)
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Lucifer
There are no words to explain the overwhelming satisfaction ion Lucifer’s face after you tell him that. Of course, it’s only natural that he would be your favorite, all things considered.
The Avatar of Pride won’t ever forget this moment. He carefully considers your words and agrees not to tell anyone, as much as he’d love to bring it up, because he knows more than anyone what kind of chaos would ensue should the others (especially Mammon) find out.
But they can tell something’s up when the eldest has been heard humming all day. He moves about the house with even more grace than usual, and hasn’t scowled even once.
But the REAL shocker was when Mammon tried hiding a bill right as Lucifer walked in... and the eldest let him off with a warning. A WARNING! The brothers thought the Devildom must’ve frozen over, but you and he knew different.
“MC, I would like you to accompany me to Le Pluvier this afternoon, once you've finished your studies. I've already made reservations, so be sure to get ready on time. I've made sure to consider the things you might like to eat, so I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. Don't be late." "...I'm grinning? I don't know what you're talking about."
Mammon
The gigantic grin on Mammon’s face is so bright, it could rival the sun. You’ve seriously made his day. No, his year. Actually, he’s pretty sure he could ride this high for the next millennia! There’s nothing in this world that could dampen his spirits right now!
He feels like he just won big at the casino! Of course he’s your favorite! He WAS your first demon, and now he’s gone and claimed his rightful spot as your number one! Good luck trying to keep him from saying anything. Mammon’s gonna throw it around in everyone’s faces for as long as he can milk it.
And you thought he was clingy before, just wait till you see how he treats you after hearing that. Despite always calling you his ‘servant’ or his ‘human’, you’d think your roles were reversed. Mammon spoils you every chance he gets, buying you clothes and trinkets, filling the spaces in your room with the things he knows you like, monopolizing you completely until nearly everything you own is a gift from him.
Your words also help soothe that jealousy of his a little. Only a little, though. It’s easier to watch you talk to other demons when he knows he’ll always be your first man.
“Didja really have to stay after class that long? I know you were talkin' to that demon that lent you a book, but you outta ask ME for stuff! Tch... you're lucky I'm in a good mood today! But I guess I don't have to worry about some low level demon like that, seein' as I'm your favorite!"
Levi
Wait wait wait....Come again? Did you seriously just say what he think you said..? That had to be a mistake! Some kind of...uh..verbal typo! Because there’s absolutely, positively, NO WAY in all of the nine layers that he could be your favorite demon. And yet you still insist that you’re telling the truth, and Levi feels like he’s died and gone to heaven.
Red faced and stammering up a storm, Levi looks like he might die. Is it really okay for a shut-in otaku to feel this giddy? Seriously, he hasn’t felt like this since he got his hands on a signed copy of a Ruri Hana audio drama! No no, this definitely beats that!
You’ve managed to inflate his nearly nonexistent ego, and now he feels like there’s nothing he can’t do! Maybe he could even go to Majolish right now?? THAT’S how good he’s feeling!
Almost as bad as Mammon in keeping it a secret. He doesn’t tell anyone right away, but they’re suspicious when they notice how much time he’s spending out of his room. And then when he and Mammon get in another petty argument, he drops the bomb that he’s your favorite demon in the entire Devildom, and you can guess how things go from there.
“Uuuoooo...!!!!! I've decided..! Since I've got a serious stat buff, I'm going to open a booth at the next convention coming up..! I'll sell my Ruri-chan fan art and spread her influence all over the Devildom! I'd never have the guts to do it normally, but I feel like I could do anything right now! Y-you'll go too, won't you MC?"
Satan
You nearly made this man spit tea all over his book, and now he’s coughing and spluttering and trying to figure out what could’ve prompted what he’s taking as a confession. You.. do realize what you’re saying, don’t you? And you know the kind of effect your words have on him?
Satan isn’t the type that wears his heart on his sleeve, so you have to look for his subtle expressions to tell how he’s feeling. But there’s nothing subtle about the redness of his ears and how he’s begging you not to look at him right now. For the sake of his sanity, give him a minute to recoup.
When he does recover, he agrees to keep it a secret for obvious reasons. And it’s hard to tell that he’s in a good mood, other than the fact that he hasn’t tried to pull any pranks on Lucifer lately. But Asmo sees all, and literally hounds him into spilling the tea.
He tells him a lie of course, but now the other brothers are noticing just how happy he is. Satan's smiling way too much today, isn't he? And he didn't even get mad when Beel got whipped cream on his jacket! Well, not THAT mad, anyway.
"Haaah... everyone's been harassing me all day, claiming I'm smiling a lot. I'm sure I look the same as I always do, but I'll admit that I've been happy ever since you told me that this morning. Wait.. you did think I've been grinning too, do you? I have??"
Asmo
Asmo always jokes about being your favorite and announces it as if the two of you are married, but when you actually confirm that his longing for you isn’t one sided, he ends up smearing lip balm across his cheek in shock. Did you... really say that just now? He knew it all along, but hearing it like that is just...!
Ooooh, he’s so happy he can hardly contain himself! Asmo throws his arms around you, peppering your face in kisses until you feel sticky from lip balm, wipes your face clean, then marks it up all over again. Good luck getting rid of him, because he might never let go.
Immediately posts it to Devilgram. Did you really think he’d let such a momentous occasion go unannounced? You must not have been paying attention to the kind of person he is! Asmo would put you on a pedestal in front of the world like a precious jewel if he were able, but this’ll have to do. He won’t hide his love at all!
Of course, the others don’t take too kindly to it, not that he cares. He never leaves your side, pampers you like crazy, and has even attempted to get you to move into his room. Lucifer put an immediate stop to that, though. Boo...
“I just can't get enough of you, MC! Just being near you gets me so excited that I can hardly stand it! You'll take responsibility for what you're doing to me, won't you? And in exchange, I'll take my time showing you just how much I love you. After all, you're my favorite, too!"
Beel
Beel never has a problem with choking while he eats, and it comes as naturally as breathing. Unfortunately neither of that applies right now, since you just made him choke on a meatball sub.
He usually takes your words with quiet acceptance, but this might be the most emotion you've ever witness from the stoic demon. His eyes are wider than that time that laid on an entire gingerbread mansion, sparkling up with such deep emotion you wouldn't be surprised if he cried. Instead he softens up and immediately embraces you.
...And doesn't let go. Sandwich long forgotten, he's been carrying you around all day, and ignoring any questions or protests from his brothers. Also insists on feeding you throughout the day. The food tastes better when he can enjoy it with you, so why not just bring you everywhere?
When he isn't carrying you, he's following you around subconsciously, either close up against you like a protective wall, or just far enough that you're within his line of sight. As far as not telling anyone, he... tells Belphie immediately. It was an accident though, since there's not much he keeps from his twin.
"MC, I won a meal ticket for Godevil Chocolatier. Let's get something for dessert today. Ah, you can get as much as you want, too. I really want to see what things you choose. They might become my favorites."
Belphie
There's nothing in this world that can wake Belphegor from his sleep, unless he allows it. No loud noises, no amount of shaking or smacking, and not even dragging him around the house. But the moment you whisper that he's your favorite demon, the Avatar of Sloth is wide awake.
Hey, you're not just saying weird things to get a reaction, are you? Because if so, this is a new level of cruel. Yet you confirm that you mean it and swear him into secrecy, and Belphie tries his best not to show how happy he is. A smile keeps creeping up on his face that he struggles to force down. It's annoying...
As funny as it’d be to tell everyone the news, he's good at keeping secrets. Instead, you've noticed that he's been sleeping a little less that before. When he does take one of his hundreds of naps, he finds some way to be closer to you. He's even been seen sleepwalking to your exact location somehow-
It's hard for him to believe that you're not teasing, though. How could HE be your favorite demon here? Belphie doesn't do anything special to win you over, yet after everything he put you through, you like him enough to deep him your favorite?
"You're weird, MC. I mean... me? I won't deny that I'm really happy though, but I guess I'm in disbelief. You should spoil me even more until I believe you. Lend me your lap for a few hours, okay?" "...I wonder what Lucifer would think if I told him, heheh."
Can I request smut between riddle and afab he/him reader whose a pink spotted cow (overstim and lactation please)
I was actually genuinely excited to write this because I immediately got an idea.
Riddle Rosehearts x afab hucow male reader
Content: Reader and Riddle are switches, nursing handjob, Riddle fantasizing shamelessly, slight somonophillia, overstimulation, afab anatomy male reader, strawberry milk.
Fem readers, minors, dni, since hucow is technically a fetish i will only say mlm fetishizers dni.
Riddle never really felt as though he was a greedy individual nor did he see himself as glutinous. But he couldn't help but envy the way you sold your milk so willingly to other students. Sure it was common amongst your species to sell your milk in fact it was a very profitable market especially those who produced other flavors of milk naturally.
He was happy for you in the fact you were making money but he felt something burn in his gut whenever he saw those pretty little glass bottles full of your milk being drank by other students. It invoked some sort of possessive rage in his gut when it really shouldn't. Hucows were very normalized in both your world and his though different spotted cows were considered more rare. It hadn't bothered him at first when you still sold your milk when you began dating after all logically he knew he had nothing to be jealous of. You were his to hold at night, his to kiss, to speak to, his to be..... intimate with and yet he was still jealous other people drank what was yours when you were his.
He himself had never tried your milk. He was embarrassed to ask you which made him frustrated when people so shamelessly asked if they could buy some from you in the halls. He didn't have the guts to ask if he could buy some off of you because it felt indecent even though you were his lover. He honestly shouldn't be as flustered as he is, he's seen you milk yourself plenty of times with that machine of yours so you can fill the bottles you sell. You were very comfortable with him and he even moved your machine to his room so he could spend time with you during the long hours you spent draining your poor swollen chest.
Today was one such hangout in his room as you relaxed on his bed while the machine did its work. He'd observed you doing this before and had learned that it made your rather drowsy and docile. He'd ordered more pillows for his room so he could make your a comfortable spot to relax in his bed while you were milked and you often fell asleep while he studied next to you.
You had long ago dozed of and he had long ago lost capability of focusing on his book. Everything about you was perfect to him and the fact that your body made his favorite milk made his brain do things he felt guilty about. He loved most things strawberry but the thing about strawberry milk was is that it was expensive if it came from hucows or far too sugary with the syrup and his mother would be very angry if he indulged himself with sugar. But with you yours was not only plentiful for his appetites but also indulged his craving for strawberries without him having to worry about all the sugar. He hated the way his mouth watered as he stared at your chest. He really wanted to try it....perhaps just a small taste would be enough.
With gentleness he pulled one of the pumps off of your nipple watching the light pink liquid drip down your body from your now free nipple. He licked his lips before wrapping his mouth around your breast, suckling a large spurt of milk into his mouth. He hummed in satisfaction cuddling closer to your body so he had a better leverage. The flavor was everything he hoped it would be.
He suckle soft and slow at first as he worked out how best to drink without choking. Once you started pumping your milk came out rather fast and after a few hours of it your body was practically trying to drown him as he suckled from you. Pink liquid dribbled down the sides of his mouth and down to his chin. He parted his mouth from your body only for a moment to catch his breath before latching on once more like a man starved. It tasted just as good as the sugary syrup he'd tried before... better even.
He couldn't help but wonder about breeding you while he latched onto your chest. Of course he wanted to marry you before having a family but he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like. Would you enjoy his fantasies of drinking your dry during intimate moments? Would you want little heathens of your own running around? Of course he then realized he would have to share you with his own kin. Little ones who would need to drink from you to get their nutrients until they were older. That was years of him having to share what he wanted to be exclusively his.
He couldn't help but wonder if you'd let him drink from you in somewhat more public places. Would you press him to your chest while hiding in a corner in the library while he rutted against your leg? Shamlessly let him drink from you at lunch when he needed something to wash down his food? Cradle him in your lap when he's tired and let him fall asleep while lazily drinking from you? Oh how look at how vile he was becoming.
Oh how the mighty do fall, Riddle is here suckling on his lover's breasts like a common pervert and being envious of his nonexistent kids. All the while fantasizing different ways he could drink from you with a hard on practically begging to be freed from his pants.
He let out a whine of annoyance as when no more milk came from the nipple he was sucking from. He didn't feel satisfied, his stomach was definitely full, but he personally wasn't satisfied. The only problem was hi he wanted to comfortably drink from your other breast he'd have to climb over you and risk waking you. He stared at your chest weighing his options of how best to go about satiating his need to fill his mouth.
"You're still hungry after all that?" You questioned raising your hand to pet his hair. He flinched and turned his attention to your face he hadn't realized he'd woken you. You let out a soft laugh at his expression before kissing him as his face grew red.
"How long were you awake?" He questioned as he clenched his thighs together trying to hide the result of his shameful activities.
"Not long after you took off my pump. There's a big difference between repetitive pumps from a machine and someone suckling like its their last meal." You teased as you took off the other pump turning off the machine.
"I'm sorry I was being very inappropriate." He averted your gaze as you pulled him into your lap.
"Nothing to be ashamed of I enjoyed that, especially watching your relax so much to be so shameless it was adorable. Who knew my Riddle could be so pervy as to get horny while being fed." You cooed as you palmer his hard on earning a groan from the male in your lap. You had to admit the noises made you horny yourself.
"I'm not a perv!" He defended as you unzipped his pants.
"Your body would disagree with you, now say ah." Was all you said before popping your other breast in his mouth now that you had him positioned correctly in your lap. He made a noise of protest but he was soon shut up as the milk he now loved dripped onto his tongue. Having moved his pants and boxers far enough down his legs you got to work on his cock. It stood at attention aggressively red from lack of stimulation practically drenched in pre-cum.
"When I'm done with you its my turn." Was the only warning you gave him before you began to pump him using his pre-cum as lube. He squirmed at the sudden stimulation moaning against your sensitive nipple.
It didn't take much to put your boyfriend on edge as you quickly learned. He whimpered, toes curling as his came all over your hand in a matter of moments. Perhaps it was because he was already on edge from fantasizing while draining your first breast or maybe he had no experience in withholding his orgasms. Either way he made quite a mess on your hand yet you weren't going to be very merciful.
Without giving him a chance to call down from his high you kept your hand moving at its relentless pace, it moved much more easily with the added "lube". Riddle squealed below you and began to drink a little more aggressively as a way to distract himself from the endless stimulation to his poor cock. Looking between his face dripping with milk and his cock twitching your body let a pleasurable shiver run down your spine at the sights.
His legs flailed about as his second orgasm quickly approached. He'd drained your milk completely (for now) yet he still obediently kept sucking. You'd get your turn for pleasure, that much you knew, but for now you were gonna punish your boyfriend's perry behavior by overstimulating his pretty little cock until he couldn't cum anymore for the night. You'd drakn him just as he'd drained you.
Though looking down at your boyfriends poor bloated belly you felt bad for overfeeding your pretty little lover.
So I was writing for Galaxies Apart and I got on the topic of baby angara and I’ve been coming up with how I think baby angara are.
Baby angara are born less developed than human babies, they are born blind and deaf. They start hearing around 3 weeks to a moth and can see around 1.5-2 months.
They are born with a fully developed (and incredibly sharp) sense of smell and recognize parents/caregivers that way.
Baby angara also recognize their parents via bioelectrics. They’re already in tune with their mother’s from the pregnancy and the other parent tends to communicate with the baby during the pregnancy with their bioelectrics.
Baby angara don’t crawl, their leg structure doesn’t allow for it. They do however scoot, wiggle, and roll around until 1.5-2 years old when they start walking.
i still hate y’all bitches who say oc x canon shit is cringe like bitch you have ANY idea how flattered i would be if someone made an oc for my fantasy world? how utterly PSYCHED my ass would be they loved a character so much they fleshed out one themselves just 2 be with one of mine? fuck y’all haters
And whata fucking bout it? Who gives a fuck? Does it hurt you, does it break into your home and steal your meemaw’s ashes? Does it spit on your holy symbol? No? Then shut the fuck up
I'm trying not to cry as i imagine Diluc cleaning the remaining beer glasses at the tavern that's now half of it has fallen down after the war against the abyss has finished, looking at the places kaeya, venti and the traveler used to sit, mourning "empty chairs at empty tables" style.
He serves two glasses of his finest wine and a glass of death after noon at their table before buring the whole tavern down..
I CRIED GUYS I LITERALLY CRIED so I made an alternate ending for those of us with fragile little hearts
Edit: L O L I completely misunderstood his outfit, the reference screenshot I was looking at made his jacket look like spiky Shelly shoulder pads🤣🤣👉👈WOOPS
Cryo archon Kaeya is such A Thought. The archon of love, the solitary archon, the god without a nation. Maybe at first he is completely alone, having risen to this position in the aftermath of Khaenri'ah's destruction. But then it seems people just... flock to him.
I just love the idea of him building "new Khaenri'ah" which is really just around a hundred people, all social outcasts who felt they had no place in Celestia's teyvat; those who came looking for Kaeya hoping for protection, since he's a god who hates the divine.
Although he's so clearly lonely, he's also charming and warm, much more than anyone would expect from the lord of ice. He doesn't have a big following, but the ones who do worship him, do so out of love.
Plus imagine cryo archon Kaeya giving visions to those who are so painfully similar to him (in the aching hollowness in their chest), because he wants them to end up much better than he did.
slight dainkae thoughts under the cut
Kaeya is grateful for the company, and honestly he'd trust Dainsleif with his life. However, there's a constant sadness lying underneath as well. Kaeya just wishes Dainsleif never had to make such an oath to begin with. He'd rather they both never got stranded like this. Lost in time.
Listen, this setting makes me ache twice as much with Dainsleif in the picture. Like, Kaeya fought tooth and nail to keep his people alive, to the point of sacrificing himself. Except, as if playing a cruel joke on him, celestia granted him a seat as an archon so he was the sole survivor. Or so he thought. Dainsleif was also cursed to watch everyone die, unable to protect them. At the end, it's just the two of them in this desolated land. Dain swears to serve Kaeya till the dawn of time, until both their curses are broken.
AND. Imagine Dainsleif clutching Kaeya to his chest as he falls apart when it downs on him what Celestia did to the both of them. Kaeya silently crying into Dainsleif's shoulder.....
To this day, there are some nights when Kaeya can only sleep with Dainsleif nearby.
And there's still so much to think about for this setting!! Like Kaeya teaching the art of khemia to a certain alchemist, or making sure a 14 year old boy gets home safely after falling into the Abyss. Ughhuhf
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