18+ anime blog, there will be smut. !MINORS DNI! Call me Messa! She/her, bi, 31. Main blog: @kaladork if anyone wants to see that dumpster fire. Much Hawks (and BNHA), but others will pop up. I am working on writing! 💪
I'm going to the Hands Like Houses show soon and had an idea to try to illustrate one of their songs. Paradise is probably my top favourite one from them, and I find myself singing it to myself (pretending that the second part of the chorus doesn't exist) when I'm feeling stressed.
The main idea was to draw Hinata pretending that everything is fine when everything is not fine. One of the times I sang this song to calm myself down was during a paddling experience in November (which did not go so well), so Hinata is doing some paddling too now!
[Link to the song on YouTube] (the video is weird, but I love the song)
At the beach, Kyojuro waits very patiently for you to cover him in sunscreen and tries very very hard to pretend the blood rushing to his cock has nothing to do with how your hands slide over his pectorals and massage down his abs.
Back on my bullshit, so it's Saiyuki time! I haven't drawn these guys in yearsssss. Still deciding how I want to finish these, so the gold areas are sort of ... empty.
Truly one of the best things about Sun Wukong as a character is that he’s so versatile and lends himself to interpretation so much that people have gone hog wild on which parts of his personality and story they want to focus on so you have every iteration from a mischievous baby
Haha nice and yes let’s hopefully get this one thousand and one Wukongs post rolling! In addition to the 2009 baby Wukong, 2021 grandpa Wukong, and upcoming edgy boy “I really heart eyeshadow” Wukong I’d also like to give a shout out to:
2015 angsty “crap I’m a dad now” Wukong
1996 pretty boy Wukong
2021 little lego man Wukong
and one of the oldest images of og classic Wukong, who is of course screaming his little immortal monkey heart out.
The Wukong that was a part of pretty much every Chinese(-American) kid’s childhood. (He was in mine, anyway). From the 1999 Journey to the West animated series.
Reblogging for this last addition particularly because it really was a gross oversight on my part to have not included the 1999 Wukong or, one of my top favorites for lovingly stylized animation and sheer audacious monkey energy, 1961′s “I caused havoc in heaven and got away with it” Wukong
Yesssss I was hoping to see that somebody added my boi 1999 Sun Wukong!! He was my childhood hero and I will always love that show (and its absolute banger of an opening theme!).
https://youtu.be/8CtY3x0J83o
I’m also glad to see 1961-1964’s Sun Wukong added to the list. I’ve always enjoyed him as a classic icon, but I’ve definitely grown an even bigger soft spot for him since I focused on him in my undergraduate thesis (along with Nezha 1979 and Princess Iron Fan).
Speaking of Princess Iron Fan though, might I include the Sun Wukong from her film?
He’s very 1920s American rubberhose animation-inspired!
The biography film of Osamu Tezuka, godfather of anime and creator of Astro Boy, even paid homage to him since he (and Sun Wukong in general) served as a big inspiration for him.
https://youtu.be/36OfEZ3e4xY
Also gonna add Sun Wukong from Lotus Lantern 1999!
On this post’s specific topic though, I totally agree! It’s amazing how many interpretations of him can coexist.
I talked a bit about it in my thesis because it really is fascinating just how many iterations of Sun Wukong and now other mythical characters from China there are. They’re constantly just being reimagined, and it’s really cool! Like, people have called Sun Wukong China’s Mickey Mouse, and yet the beauty of it is that he’s an iconic character anyone can create with and change and yet still be recognizable. 🥰
Bonus:
This Bilibili user who does a lot of JttW animations/animatics and has drawn multiple iterations of the Monkey Kings interacting in their videos. They also have this cool artistic JttW video, although tw: for a bit of blood! 👀
Reblogging for the last links provided by @ kukuandkookie . Thank you for all of that info and cool videos! And yes! It is indeed really amazing how many transformations Sun Wukong has gone through in the human imagination while still being undeniably the monkey king.
Thank you to @xeraeus and @heretic-saint-taliesin for your contributions to this Monkey King gallery!
Also kicking myself because I just realized I COMPLETELY forgot to add Peking opera Sun Wukong, aka some of the coolest (and fanciest!) versions of the monkey king out there:
The New Wukong Game, Not much that I know bout him But he seems like a tired Warrior type
Oh and this one from a Webtoon called Omniscient Reader, he doesn’t do much other than being passively describe in the narratives, but he’s lowkey loves drama, he got a cool nickname too, but kinda sad
It’s so cool seeing all these different interpretations of this character out there!
I’m gonna throw my hat into the ring with the Final Fantasy XIV Sun Wukong, “Qitian Dasheng”
SCREAM always a delight to see this (hopefully some day!) One Hundred Sun Wukongs post make another round! Many thanks to @madammonkie, @ifra-strawberii, @gojira007, @starlitskvader, and @lovelyladylavie for their contributions!
And to add on some Sun Wukongs brought up by other rebloggers, thank you to @game-boy-pocket for bringing up “Nintendo’s ‘Funny parody’ version of Saiyuki, Yuyuki, which will probably never see an English translation due to the vertical text”:
@roddaprime for submitting League of Legends Sun Wukong in his “many flavors”:
Original:
Volcanic
General Wukong
Jade Dragon
Underworld
Radiant
Lancer Stratus
and Battle Academia
And finally @rootbeergoddess for submitting “mobile app game Sun Wukong”!
And finally finally, to bring some attention to upcoming animated versions of the Monkey King, we can look forward to a stoic head-bonking Sun Wukong in the upcoming film “The Four Monkeys: The Return of Sun Wukong” which will presumably focus on the Monkey King in his role as one of the four World Wreaking Monkeys (alongside the Red-Bottomed Horse Ape, the Bare-Armed Gibbon, and the Six-Eared Macaque):
We’ve also got what looks like an angst-filled upcoming film in “The Monkey King: The Demon Monkey” where apparently Sun Wukong gets uhhhhh fuggin’ possessed:
And last but certainly not least there’s the animation “Great Sage Equaling Heaven: True or False Sun Wukong,” which looks like it focuses on the conflict between Sun Wukong and his (in this film) Huaguoshan brother the Six Eared Macaque as a way to explore the many different facets of the Monkey King, his struggle with having to choose between them, and the consequences thereof:
Thank you again to everyone who contributed to this post, and here’s looking forward to seeing it grow as more Monkey Kings are revealed!
HOW MANY HAKKAIS CAN I JAM IN ONE CHARACTER SHEET and the answer is eight apparently. Even before I remembered his assigned number 😂
Though technically one Tenpou and one Youkai Paralysis Demon Gonou but SEMANTICS SHHH
Random personal artist things to note:
BIG NERD ENERGY
Definitely the guy dealing with the map
He is keeping that long life line Goku drew on his palm AGES ago, it’s definitely their little thing (Goku’s delighted that he doesn’t find it ‘stupid’ and thinks it’s a brilliant little Fuck You to fate) and it gets redrawn whenever it starts fading.
I love the idea of little character mementoes so he’s got a wristwatch from Gojyo (not a callback but an evolution of the pocket watch associated with Kanan) a leather cuff from Goku (who didn’t want to be one-upped by EroKappa NOW WE MATCH!!!) and a small bracelet of prayer beads from Sanzo (who begrudgingly also doesn’t want to be left out but don’t think too deep about it, it’s just whatever). Note: Prayer beads not for religious purposes but it makes for a great fidget-type thing when Hakkai feels his temper starting to rise and he just fiddles with it and starts counting the beads until it fades. That all three are around his wrists/guarding his hands are intentional bc when he goes into that mood where he’s trying to scrub out blood from his hands no one else can see, they keep him grounded and remind him that his hands are worth more than the sins/atrocities they once committed.
(Also that they would resemble shackles is also intentional—Sanzo told him a long time ago that he was free to go off and pursue revenge, that he doesn’t have to stay, but he made the choice to stay/‘shackle’ himself to them, and these are shackles/anchors he doesn’t regret/chose for himself)
TLDR: Oni has been deeply besotted with Gentleman Merc from day one, but grasping the breadth of his characterisation and an adult, where this is a man who smiles in the face of the fact that he WILL go to hell one day and has made his peace with it, and who smiles as a once-killer-turned-healer who willingly gives way pieces of himself everytime he heals people with hands that were once stained with the blood of over a thousand people is truly one of the most character of all time, because what matters isn’t if people are good or bad; What matters is trying to be better than they were yesterday, and whenever this second chance at life will take him, he’ll walk it for however long it goes with the people who saw the weight of his sins and saw his worth buried beneath them regardless.
Wrapped in Him: How the Hashira Men React to You Wearing Their Clothes
Note: It felt wrong to use Giyuu's haori so I improvised.
Genre: Intimate Slice-of-Life; Soft Romance; Comfort
The shoji was half-open, the last light of day spilling across the tatami in long amber streaks. You stood there hidden from Giyuu while he was getting ready for patrol. You tied his uwa-obi clumsily around your waist, the white fabric folding and slipping through your fingers. You slid the sheathed nichirin sword through the sash the way you'd seen him do countless times, but the weight dragged at your hips, far heavier than you expected. When you drew the blade halfway free, your breath caught- the steel shimmered in the low light, insanely sharp.
"You're holding it wrong."
The quiet voice startled you. You turned sharply, almost dropping the weapon.
Giyuu stood in the doorway, blue eyes steady, unreadable. Heat rushed to your cheeks. "I- I just wanted to see..."
He crossed the floor with that quiet precision of his. "You'll cut yourself if you draw it like that," he said factually, stepping close, turning you back to the opened door.
His hands slid over yours, steadying your trembling grip, adjusting the angle with care. His chest brushed your back, breath warm against your temple. "Like this," he murmured, as he guided your movements. "Keep your wrist relaxed. Don't fight the balance."
You tried to mimic his motion, but the weight still dragged your arm down. "It's so much heavier than I thought," you whispered. "How do you do this every day?"
"I don't think about it," he said simply. "It's what I have to do." A pause, softer now. "But I'd never want you to carry this weight."
His hands sank deep, making your chest ache. You turned your head just enough to meet his eyes. "Even for you?"
Blue eyes met yours and stayed for a beat- his gaze flickered with something tangled. Guilt? Affection? Fear? His hand shifted, sliding from the handle to your fingers. He laced them together, gently easing the sword back into its sheath. The sound echoing softly in the quiet room before taking the weight from your hands completely. His free arm wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you into his chest.
"Especially for me," he said quietly, his lips brushing your hair.
His voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried conviction. For a man who spoke so little, he sure knew how to make moments romantic.
He rested his chin lightly against your head, eyes half-lidded, a sigh escaping though his nose. He didn't want for you to see this side of his world- the weight, the solitude, the blood that came with it. Just imagining you struggle with even a fraction of it made something in him twist painfully.
"You make it look so effortless," you murmured.
"It's not," he admitted. "But when I see you..." his words trailed off, as though finishing them might undo the fragility of the moment.
You leaned into him, the warmth of his haori brushing your arms. He pressed his lips to your hair before stepping back just enough to take the sword completely from our reach.
"It's just better this way," he said.
The scent of simmering broth drifted faintly from the kitchen, but Gyomei paused in the entryway of his home. His haori- the one he'd left hanging by the door before training- no longer brushed against his searching hand.
He stilled, tilting his head. That's when he caught it- the soft rhythm of your breathing, even and slow, layered with the faint rustle of fabric. He followed the sound, carefully, until the warmth of your presence reached him.
You lay curled on the mat, wrapped in the heavy folds of his haori. The garment was far too large, the hem surrounding you like a protective cocoon. He could hear the faint catch of your breath as you shifted in half-sleep, and the delicate brush of your hand against your cheek.
The realization made his chest warm. He knelt beside you, the tatami creaking faintly under his weight. His hands reached out, fingertips trailing the edge of the fabric until they found your shoulders. You didn't stir, only exhaled a long, content sigh. He adjusted his haori higher, tucking the edges under you as if this garment alone could protect you.
A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He bowed his head slightly, the weight of affection sitting warm in his chest, showing on his face as tears spilled down. "Even when I'm gone, you find comfort in what I leave behind," he said lowly, thick with awe.
You mumbled something incoherent in your sleep as your fingers clutched the edge of the fabric, afraid it would disappear. The motion nearly undid him. For a man who had spent his life protecting others, it struck him how easily you sought safety in the pieces of him- his warmth, his scent.
He didn't wake you. He only sat close, listening to your breathing until the bubbling broth grew louder- threating to spill over- did he rise again, pulling himself away.
You spun in front of the mirror, gripping the edge of his haori where it draped over your shoulders. The red and orange patterns flared as you turned.
Kyojuro watched from the doorway- silent, wide-eyed, a rare moment of quietness overtaking him. His haori completely took over your frame, the hem brushing your calves. And for once, the bright, bold color that so easily commanded attention had found someone even brighter to wear it.
He opened his mouth, closed it, then blinked twice. "You-" his voice caught. "You look..."
You caught his reflection and smile. “Hotter in this than you?” You teased, tugging it opened like a showman.
The question snapped him out of it. He blinked again, his cheeks coloring faintly, unprepared for how your laughter filled the room. “Hotter?” He repeated, voice somewhere between amusement and disbelief. Then, softer, "You burn differently.”
You laughed again, shaking your head. “That’s a poetic way of saying I don’t pull it off.”
He was already crossing the room before you could finish. “No,” he said firmly, though his grin tugged at the edges of his mouth. He stopped in front of you, the air warmer for his closeness. "You do, I'm absolutely captivated."
His hands rose to adjust the haori, fingers brushing your throat for a quick second. "It suits you too well, actually. I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever get it back.”
His tone was light and teasing- but his eyes held something deeper. His intense gaze- like he could memorize you with one look.
You tried to laugh it off, to mask the heat crawling up your neck. “You make it sound like a threat,” you said, voice softer now.
He chuckled, “No, not a threat,” he said. “But a realization.” His fingers smoothed the fabric on your shoulders once more. “I'm captivated because of how it reflects you. Bright, fearless, full of life."
You met his gaze then and the world felt perfectly still- your breath syncing with his, and it felt like standing at the heart of something too big to name.
Then, Kyojuro straightened suddenly, grin returning with sudden, boyish enthusiasm. “But!” he said, voice booming again, as though he caught himself being too sentimental. “You are missing one crucial element!”
You tilted your head, a smile forming. “Oh? And what's that?”
He pointed to himself, beaming! “Confidence! You must wear it with pride!”
You laughed until your cheeks hurt, swatting his arm. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Undoubtedly!” He agreed with unshakable cheer, his laugh joining yours.
Kaburamaru coiled lazily across your shoulders, tongue flickering as he nuzzled into the striped fabric hanging off your frame. Obanai’s haori was far too big for you, the sleeves trailing over your hands as you tried to coax the snake to eat. You'd even messed your hair up the way he wore his, half as a joke, half in hope the scent would comfort his serpent.
When Kaburamaru finally snuggled close, content, you giggled and called out, "Iguro! Look- he's listening to me!"
He appeared in the doorway, eyes catching on the sight. For a heartbeat, he froze. The resemblance struck him like a mirror: your figure swallowed by his haori, his snake draped across you, your smile lighting the stripes that had always guarded him.
A rare warmth touched his lips- the smallest smile. He walked over, kneeling in front of you. "You look ridiculous," he muttered, but his tone carried no bite. His hand reached out to adjust the collar of his haori where it has slipped off your shoulder, pulling it back into place with care. Seeing you like this... hit him with a strange ache.
"Don't try to be like me, okay?"
You blinked at him, confused by the sudden seriousness in his tone. "Why not?"
"Because..." he said, gaze lowering. He hesitated. Inside, the answer was clear and bitter- because I'm filthy... Because of the things I've done, the blood on my hands, the life I live... not of it should touch you. But he couldn't say any of that. Not when you were sitting there in his haori, smiling through the faint crease of worry that tugged your brow.
He swallowed back the truth, and turned it into something softer. Something that wouldn't make your eyes fall. "Because Kaburamaru will like you better than me," he muttered, his tone serious but teasing.
You stared at him for half a second before bursting into laughter. The sound came bright and sudden, the kind that reached your eyes- the kind he wished he could bottle up and keep. Kaburamaru flicked his tongue against your cheek, almost as if he approved of the joke.
"See?" he said quietly, glancing away so you wouldn't notice the faint blush beneath his bandages. "He already does."
You giggled again at his shyness and petted Kaburamaru's head, the snake clearly loving it as it wiggled underneath your fingertips.
Glanced back and watched you, taking in the sight of his haori drowning you, the curvature of your smile, the way you looked at him like there was nothing monstrous to see.
You reached out, brushing the back of your fingers lightly against his sleeve, tilting your head. "Sooo... do I look cute?"
He looked you over once more, his hand softly intertwining with yours.
"Something like that."
Your laughter filled the room again, soft and unguarded, and Kaburamaru spiraled tighter around you as if he agreed. Obanai didn't even have to say it as his expression gave him away. He found you unbearably cute.
You tied his jeweled headband around your forehead, dragging the heavy cloth snug. With his makeup kit on the table, you mimicked the bold strokes he wore around his eyes, trying not to laugh. A little uneven, a little too bold… but that was part of the fun.
“Ah yes,” you said in your best dramatic voice, “look at me! The God of Festivals!” You threw your hands up, pretending to bask in invisible applause. “I think I look better than the real one, honestly.”
Tengen was in the doorway the whole time, now with one silver eyebrow lifting. “Better than the real one?”
You glanced at him through the mirror, smirking as you adjusted the heavy headband. “Please. If I go out like this, people will think you’re the knockoff. You’d look like one of those buff rats that follow you around.”
He choked on a laugh, “Buff rats? You mean my trusty ninju?”
“Sure. I’m their leader now.” You winked at your reflection. I’ll be the next flashiest one, and you can be the boring one. Like a background dancer.”
He raised both brows now and strolled over, crouching behind you. “You realize I train in stealth,” he murmured, voice dipping low near your ear. “And I’ll remind you what happens when you outshine me in my own home.”
You raised a brow, “You’ll admit defeat?”
He grinned, then his gaze softened. “You got the angle all wrong, my dear impersonator.”
Before you could ask what he meant, he sat down and pulled you easily in his lap. One massive hand tilted your chin toward the light while the other grabbed the makeup brush. He leaned in close, a focused expression but his lips twitched in amusement.
“Hold still,” he said. “If you’re going to impersonate me, at least do it right.”
The brush glided smoothly under your eye and he leaned in closer than necessary. “There, flamboyant enough even for me.”
You blinked, then grinned. “You’re blushing.”
He smirked. “I’m admiring my own reflection.”
You laughed and stood, stretching- he followed. “Well, I Iook incredible. The dull one can clean the vanity.”
As you turned to leave, you gave his backside a playful smack. The sound echoed. “I’m gonna go get a snack.”
Tengen froze for half a second then- when you were halfway out the door- his hands were on your hips, spinning you around in one motion and tugging you against him. The shoji door slid shut with a slam, followed by the sound of his low chuckle. “You don’t walk after that, darling.”
The laundry was stacked high, fresh from the line. You tugged at Sanemi’s uniform top, giggling as you slipped it over your body. The neckline hung off your shoulder, and the front gaped wide.
You turned toward the mirror, adjusting the fit, then laughed under your breath- pointing at the open chest, just realizing something. “No wonder you never button it properly, there’s none here!”
The air shifted as Sanemi made his way in, arms crossed, his eyes dark and fixed on you- well, your chest. His jaw worked once before he muttered, “Take it off,” his gaze didn’t move, lingering instead on the way the fabric dipped low.
You smirked, turning to face him, still tugging the peak of the neckline, pulling it taut. “Why? Jealous I wear it better?”
His jaw tightened, his gaze flicked down again, lingering. “Not jealous.” He said gruffly. “Just distracted.”
You arched a brow, feigning innocence. “By what?”
He took two slow steps forward, closing the distance until his shadow loomed over you. His scarred hand rose and pulled the fabric slowly to the side as if testing how far he could go before giving in.
“By you.”
You laughed softly, the sound teasing. “And here I thought you would be more difficult to charm.”
That earned you a low growl. He grabbed your waist suddenly, tugging you flush against him, his chest was hard beneath the stolen fabric. “Keep laughin’,” he muttered, voice low, dangerous. “But you’ve got no idea what that does to me.”
You smirked and tilted your chin up at him, playful even as his breath brushed your lips. “Guess you’ll have to show me.”
He exhaled through his nose, a sound between restraint and warning. His hands slid down your sides, fitting around your hips.
“Uniform’s too damn big on you anyway. I don’t wanna stretch it even more out.”
You bit back a grin, tugging the neckline off your shoulders. “Yeah? Well…” Your tone dipped, sultry, challenging. “How about I keep it on while you stretch something else out?”
His breath caught- sharp, ragged- and that was it.
He hauled you closer in one motion, his mouth crashed against yours. The last sound in the room was the rustle of laundry hitting the floor.
✦ Category: Fluff, friends to lovers, kind of soul mates...?
✦ Warnings: includes +18 content, so if you are a minor, skip this one pls ♡.
✧. ┊ やほ～( ≧∀≦)ノ. How are you doing dearest reader?, I haven't post something about Tighnari for so long, it was his turn this time, this one doesn't includes a drabble unfortunately but it's quite a long one. I hope you like it.
Enjoy! ✦
✧. ┊ "How does it feel to be Tighnari's mate?"
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❀ He found out it was you a bit too early... You were a new friend he made because your father visited the village he was from, doing some research and bringing you along to spend the spring there.
❀ Poor guy had his first heat sometime between 16 and 17 and ran off into the forest. You spent the whole night searching for him with his parents. When you finally found him, he just pulled you into his arms, wrapping them around you automatically, overwhelmed... But when your scent filled his lungs, his whole body suddenly relaxed. His ears pinned back, and his heavy breathing finally slowed...
❀ "Shut..." Tighnari murmured, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "I wasn’t going to say anything..." You whispered back, hugging him without quite understanding what was happening.
❀ When his parents found you two? Under a tree, him holding you like you were his savior, his tail lazily swaying as if he’d finally found the cure to all his troubles, he calmed down... His mom knew, of course she did.
❀ But he never told you, even after going to the Akademiya together. For Tighnari, for his kind, finding a mate was a once-in-a-lifetime thing — no turning back.
❀ You were slowly learning how things worked for him... especially during one of your visits to Grandharva Ville, when he let you borrow one of his books about hybrid species. You found the one about him a bit too detailed... purposely, of course.
❀ And when you finally chose him back? Tighnari pretended it wasn’t a big deal, but you saw how his fluffy, pretty tail wagged excitedly, and his big, characteristic ears curved slightly toward you.
❀ Oh yes, bonding means he’d need to scent and physically mark you... he might leave a tiny mark on your neck. The scent part... well...
❀ Tighnari is a man with control. He would never do anything to make you uncomfortable or without your permission. But the moment you’re his, he can’t help hugging you tightly, then kissing you... then worshipping you with his gaze until, awkwardly and shyly, he might ask, “Is it bad... if you stay the night...?”
❀ Long story short, you stayed. He loved every second — from teasing to kisses, from kisses to slow touches, until finally… clothes ended up on the floor next to the bed.
❀ He may... or may not, knot... Just saying.
❀ He’s always aware of your well-being, not just because you’ve been his crush forever, but because that’s just who he is. Sharp tongue, sassy... and deeply caring in his own way. So when you two made things official, he made sure to take even better care of you.
❀ He notices if you skip meals, if you’ve drunk enough water, or if you’re uncomfortable... He sometimes fights the urge to do things for you because he knows you’re capable, but he loves you so much, he just can’t help it.
❀ Tighnari has sharp senses. But your scent? He picks up everything through it — not like he’s obsessed or anything, though his tail does twitch when you walk past... No, he’d never admit that. Still, he notices how your scent changes with your mood, your health, and all that.
❀ If you ask him privately, “How’s my scent?” he’ll stop writing, look at you, close his eyes, and sniff. An unconscious, pleasant smile will tug at his lips. “You smell like raw honey and flowers.” You blink, surprised. “That’s... pretty specific.” He opens his eyes, looks straight into yours, then drops, “Want to know how it changes during your ovulation?” You.exe stops working — totally flustered. Did he do that on purpose? Of course he did.
❀ Speaking of ovulation — now that you’re his mate, he keeps his distance during that part of your cycle. For his own sanity, really. The scent becomes intoxicating, messes with his mind, and makes him want to lock you both in his room. Not just to cuddle, uh.
❀ Remember heat and mating season...? Yeah, good luck. Tighnari will warn you to keep your distance even days before because he knows what’s coming. He has control — he’s not an animal, after all — but he’s never been in heat while mated to you. “Come on... it can’t be that bad, right?” you say innocently, thinking of his past heat seasons when he isolated himself but mostly controlled it. “Yeah, sure, it can’t be that bad,” he replies sarcastically, then drops the bomb: “Not like I’d want to keep you in my bed and make you unable to walk for a whole week.” You? Malfunctioning again.
❀ You — stubborn and head over heels — show up in his bedroom anyway. He’s flustered, trying to handle it, but seeing you there makes his pupils swallow the bicolor green-brown of his eyes, his ears pin back, his tail flicks, and you swear he’s about to pounce on you like you’re his prey. “I hate you...” he whispers, exhaling sharply. “No, you don’t. Come here, at least let me hug you.”
❀ You hug him... then kiss him. When he finally asks for permission — because even at his most primal, he asks — and you say yes, he lets go. Girl, he knows all your sensitive spots and will use them against you, sassy and teasing... because that’s Tighnari's soul.
❀ Next day? You’re sore and can barely get out of bed, while he’s shining. Not like he just made you unable to walk; you’d swear the fur on his ears and tail looks softer.
❀ Tighnari loves to cuddle. His tail will wrap around your thigh or waist, pulling you closer. His arms wrap around you, and he falls asleep like that. Sometimes he lets you be the big spoon... sometimes, when he needs comfort.
❀ One day, he pins his ears down and hides his face under your oversized t-shirt, resting on your belly. You hear his breath ease out, and yep — he falls asleep there.
❀ Tighnari purrs... but if you point it out, he’ll deny it. You can’t make him admit it.
❀ Cyno jokes about you two being mated. For his own nightmare, you join him in endless bad jokes. “Archons, what am I paying for?” he says one night at the table, pulling his ears down, while Collei just giggles.
❀ You’re the only one allowed to touch his tail. Ears? He might let Collei once, but that fluffy tail? Only you.
❀ He loves your cooking, but be kind — don’t make it too spicy for him.
❀ Tighnari gently bites you... yep, those little love nibbles on your shoulder, sometimes on your neck.
❀ His canines are sharper... no changing my mind about that.
❀ He can be a bit possessive... but he keeps it under control. Still, you notice how he acts when someone gets too touchy with you, and that sharp tongue of his comes to your rescue.
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