#anon-chan

[mxlody-lit-hrrrrt-1128]

no love for you go die

ragebait go brrrr

[jackfrostdoll]

"It's okay that the thing I said wasn't universally applicable because I was just speaking about my experiences"

Then why the fuck did you say it was universally applicable when you said it? Have you considered that?

Yes, I have considered it. There is rhetorical value in claiming something is "universally applicable" when it really isn't. A broad sweeping statement like that forces you to evaluate the statement as true or false—I know it isn't (because I am using the medium of writing to trick you into having a thought), and you know it isn't (because you are here asking me about the post (thank you for asking for clarification by the way!)), but there are, very plainly, hundreds of trans women looking at that post and noticing their behavior reflected in there. The post would not be as affecting if I waffled and said "well here are some things I think some trans women do that I've seen sometimes and I've done it too so let me talk about it." Do you see how words like "every" and "always" enhance the rhetoric of the post, how it pushes beyond literal hard facts and becomes a piece about feelings? About something I am trying to convince you may exist?

If you, a tgirl, (and I assume you are, anon-chan,) do not see yourself in that post, that's actually a very good thing for you. I would ask of you to stay vigilant and hold fast to the women in your life. To help them find their words, to help them know they're safe, to help them take when they cannot give. It seems to be that we need you, friend.

[luckycharms1701]

*waddles into your inbox and drops this into you lap before scurrying away*

Hello

Behold my humble offering to the Mikey Well Please Suffer 🧡🫡

Angel Kisses

It was just another day.

You were at the lair, just chilling with MIkey on the couch.

He was scribbling furiously into what looked to be a well warn and obviously well loved sketch book, if the frequently thumbed pages and what seemed like a 100 faded stickers were any indicator.

His tongue was poking out in the corner of his mouth, bleping the way he did when he was working intently at something.

And intent he was.

You watched as his eyes flicked around the page, bright with that rare sense of direct focus as his hand danced over the page with his pencil. he was even humming a little, or maybe it was him just talking to himself.

He did that sometimes when he would get into these “Mikey Mojo Moments” as he called them, and you absentmindedly wondered if that was a subconscious trait he had somehow picked up from hanging around Donnie.

You could never be too sure with this one. He was a wonder through and through. A wonder that you could never quite believe that somehow landed as your best friend.

Your lips quirked up with a soft smile at that thought as you secretly peaked at Mikey from over your phone.

You liked seeing him like this. Happy. Creative. In his element.

It had certainly been a while since he had last hyper focused on an art project. But when he did….whew… it was like magic in action. He just had this…light about him that sort of made him…well…you didn’t know…

It sounded cheesy but he just kind of… glowed.

Your eyes flicked to the little bright spots that decorated Mikey’s face like small yellow freckles that peaked out from underneath his orange mask.

Just like those spots lit up his face, without even trying, Mikey could just light up a room.

There was just something about that sunny smile of his that always made your heart happy. He made you happy. Chasing those rainy skies that often would cloud into your life with that ever bright sunshine of his.

You loved it. You loved him.

Whether platonically or romantically, you really didn’t know. You really didn’t care either. All you knew was that you wanted him in your life anyway you could have him because it was brighter simply because he was now in it.

So lost in your musings, you hadn’t realized that Mikey had somehow become aware of your attention. Might be due to the fact that you were burning holes into the sides of his head with your gaze. Or maybe it was the fact that he had ADHD, and he caught ahold of more than what meets the eye.

Who knows? Turtle was a ninja. A ninja who was now grinning like a cat before the cream in front of you.

“See something that you like, Clementine?” Mikey all but purred to you with a teasing waggle of his eyebrows.

You blinked in surprise as his words broke you from your revelry, a slight heat coming to your cheeks as you realized that you most indubitably had been caught staring. Directly at him.

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had in fact caught you, you cleared your throat and placed your phone down.

“Actually yeah…” You quirked back at him, placing an elbow on the back of the couch, so you could cradle your head with your palm with a soft smirk. “I was thinking how cute your freckles are.”

It was Mikey’s turn to blink as your comment was obviously not what he was expecting.

“My…freckles?” He echoed dumbly, placing his sketchbook down and turning to you, his head tilted in such a way that you were somewhat reminded of a curious puppy.

You chuckled softly at the mental image and nodded with a soft grin, reaching up to gently trace those little sunspots on Mikey’s face with your finger.

“Mhm. They’re super cute, and I’m jealous. I’ve always wanted freckles.”

Mikey froze the instant your finger touched his face, his baby blues widening comically to the size of dinner plates.

Mikey had always been a very affectionate turtle, that was no question. Hugs, cuddles, hand holding, playing with hair, painting fingernails, you named it, he did it.

Well…that was the problem. In this case at least. He did it. Usually he was the one to always initiate with you warming up and reciprocating only after he started.

This was the first time you had ever touched him first, and in a way that was so…so…Mikey didn’t have a word for it, but he knew in that moment he didn’t want it to stop.

He swallowed a little as he felt the tip of your finger slowly trace his “freckles” as you called them with that unfairly adorable smile. That smile paired with that soft look in your eye made his heart skip a beat, and Mikey absentmindedly found himself leaning in a little closer to your touch.

“You…wanted freckles?” He murmured curiously, feeling that a moment like this needed to be treated with a whisper for whatever reason.

You chuckled again and nodded your head, a most darling shade of pink crossing your cheeks as Mikey leaned into your hand. You changed from gently poking his forehead with your finger to tenderly cupping his cheek with your palm, lightly caressing a “freckle” on the corner of his jaw with your thumb.

“Yeah…I always thought they looked so pretty. Small smackerings on the bridges of peoples noses. Dark spots like cheetahs on others. Or even the ones that are so tiny they look little stars on peoples faces, peeping through the skin. I once heard freckles described as angel kisses, little reminders of a love that couldn’t be contained and well…as cheesy as it sounds…I really haven’t been able to see them any other way since.”

A muscle thumped in Mikey’s jaw as your thumb brushed up against the sensitive skin there and he had to resist the urge to just lean into your hand and start churring like some ridiculous reptilian cat, it’s just felt so good. He shook off the shiver that travels down his shell and blinked up at you with his signature crooked grin.

“Angel kissed huh? You’re right. That is cheesy, but lucky for you, I love pizza so cheese totally is my jam.”

You snorted at that and reached up your hand to poke Mikey’s forehead with a shake of your head.

“Cheese is your jam? What you making sandwiches or something up there, Mikey Man?”

Mikey snickered at the poke and reached up to capture your hand with his, holding it tightly as he smirked up at you. There was an interesting light in his eyes as he caught your gaze directly. It seemed friendly and innocent enough at first glance, but the way he held it had you leading to believe otherwise.

That look was dangerous because it made your heart do that weird skip hop thing like a drunken frog attempting to land a jump onto a lily pad, but before you could further that thought, Mikey interrupted with his own.

His head tilted at that doglike angle again and he leaned in with his all too eager curiosity.

“What can I say? I’m always in the mood for a good snack. But, back to the angel kisses thing. You got me curious now. If you could have freckles where would you want them most?”

You blinked a little at Mikey’s question, and sat back a little, tilting your own head in thought. Your free hand that wasn’t being held captive by Mikey’s reached up and lightly touched the bridge of your nose and the tops of your cheeks.

“Huh…that’s…actually a good question. Probably somewhere around here? Gimme that cute look that you have working so well for you or something.”

Mikey sputtered at the light flirt and shook his head with a grin. He rather adored how quick you were. It meant you were comfortable with him and that alone meant the world to him.

He looked up at you as you traced your own face, that same gleam shining in his eye. Mikey leaned in a little closer and said with a raise of his eyebrow, “You know…I could probably help with that…”

Your brows furrowed as you looked at Mikey incredulously before your eyes widened and you excitedly grabbed his hand and leaned closer.

“You…can help me get freckles? Wait…is that something you can do with your ninpo?!”

Mikey was not expecting you to lean in as close as you did, but he wasn’t complaining. Not at all.

He’d never get sick of getting to see the little masterpieces that were your eyes up close like this. Mikey could get lost in those eyes if you let him.

Shaking his head to clear that train of thought, Mikey just smirked up at you.

“Hmm something like that…I was thinking more along the lines of…angel kisses and what not.”

It was your turn to parrot back dumbly as your eyebrow raised in confusion, your heart picking up pace from a drunken frog to buzzed hummingbird.

“A-angel kisses?” You stammered especially as Mikey leaned in even closer, his nose almost brushing yours.

His hand reached up to cup your cheek in mirror of your movements just moments earlier. That bright rare sense of direct focus now centered solely on you as he leaned in even more, his warm breath barely ghosting over your face as he whispered in a low murmur.

“Yes…angel kisses…because I do put the angel in Michealangelo after all…”

@yorshie @justalotoffanfiction

[arcticyarn]

Sorry if I asked you this before but who is Moon? A streamer? Idk, I’m obsessed with different online men haha

Moonmoon (previously moonmoon_ow, real name Jesse) started as an Overwatch streamer from 2016-2018, after which he became a variety streamer. I found him through DnD; my streamer timeline basically went Cryaotic -> Arcadum -> Moon. In the past I’ve really over-complicated the whole process of me starting to like him in less-than-normal ways because it’s difficult for most people to understand but the truth is I’ve always liked him. He has a nice voice and I love his face and he’s really opinionated and passionate about stupid pointless shit. He’s also just mean and gross but people like him anyway because he’s charismatic. I haven’t found a single other woman that both likes him and isn’t instantly repelled by my absolutely rancid vibes, but I’ve become comfortable in my loneliness. I’ve always been in nonexistent fandoms- the hard part was that Moon actually IS very popular but nobody loves him as sincerely as I do.

[rainbowstarheart]

"As different as we can be"

"I can sense such familiarity"

"I would wish this to never end"

"for yours truly are my dearest friend"

(also they're sitting up on a tree branch,mostly on Rainbow's void known as Bahay Artista)

@a-can-of-canvas-paint

[bokutoslittlebird]

miya twins and their 19 year old virgin little sister, samu probably caught you trying to fuck yourself and let your dildo be your first since a lot of your friends are teasing you for being a virgin and then atsumu caught you red handed, watching porn. and what would happen if one of them got you preggo? too horny to even think about anything, sorry birdie-san ㅠㅡㅠ

DIVINE. DELICIOUS. you know that audio with the cats? That was me when I read this

Warnings : pregnancy, cunnilingus, f. masturbation, porn video (briefly), a pink dildo, dubcon, incest, manipulation

It’s your nineteenth birthday and while you had a wonderful party with your family, you still feel so young and small. Your brothers are both attending colleges for their own career paths, but you’ve just got out of high school and have no idea what you want to do! You’ve been babied by your brothers, so you don’t have a clear view of the future for yourself that doesn’t include Atsumu and Osamu by your side.

One thing bothered you though: you were still a virgin. Thanks to your brothers, boyfriends were a foreign concept to you. All your friends lost their virginities before their birthdays, but your last friend lost her virginity on her birthday, a present from her boyfriend. You were slow to coming to the party and you told them you’d have lost it by the time your birthday came around, even getting a boyfriend!

A boyfriend quickly discarded by the brooding brothers of yours. A sneer from Atsumu and a glare from Osamu had his tail between his legs. Truly, a shame. You knew your friends would tease you again for the lack of a boy in your life, so you decided to, uh, pretend. A dildo was similar to a penis, right? That’s why they existed.

You didn’t know it’d be so hard! You have to have an orgasm to properly lose your virginity, that’s what your friends said. Pumping the silicone piece into your tiny cunt was harder than expected, only fitting half in before you started to pump it. It sent a tingling down in your tummy, but it was more effort than expected. Noises or frustration mingled with your forced moans, whining as your wrists started to hurt.

Osamu was doing his homework when he heard you make a noise of frustration, huffing and puffing. He didn’t pay too much attention to it, but then you made a similar noise. So, time to investigate. He wouldn’t want you to exert so much energy, you’re his baby sister! He expected to see you trying to get something off a high shelf, your shirt riding up to show your smooth stomach or you to be under your bed, shorts-clad— even better, panty-clad rump in the air. He did not expect to see you on your bed, legs spread and pumping a pink silicone dildo into your cunt. If only that was his—

“‘Tsu- ‘Tsumu,” you moan out, biting on your lower lip. Osamu’s mouth drops into a frown, growling at his twin’s name dropping from your mouth. You turn to look at the door, suddenly opened only to be slammed shut.

A startled gasp makes him stop in front of you, eyes burning with an unknown desire. “‘Samu! What’re you doing?” He just looks at you, eyes glancing at your hand still between your legs. Your eyes go down, shame burning in your face. “I’m trying to be a big girl. I wanna lose my virginity,”

“Why didn’t ya ask me?” He asks, putting his weight on your bed. You panic and close your legs, moving the dildo out of you. “And why ya callin’ out ‘Tsumu’s name? Huh? Am I not good enough?”

“N-No! That’s not it! ‘Samu, you’re scaring me!” You cry out, his large hands spreading your legs. Your puffy pussy is fully on display for him, his eyes noticing the lack of slick. “Don’t hurt me!”

“I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m gonna help. Wanna be a big girl? I can help,” he says. He doesn’t move, though, waiting for your permission. Even though you’re hesitant — he’s your brother! You’re nodding your head, fingers soon finding themselves in Osamu’s darkened hair. He stopped dying it, so it’s completely natural again. His face is buried in your cunt, lapping at your folds as your moans aren’t forced, head thrown back as Osamu tongue fucks you. When he sticks two fingers into you, he doesn’t expect you to be so wet, a drastic difference from moments ago. He moves to wrap his lips around your clit, walls tightening as you finally release on his fingers and face.

When Osamu comes up, he’s licking his lips while you pant. “Did.. did I lose my virginity?” You ask him, tears clinging to your lashes.

“What d’ya mean?” You explain what your friends told you, all while he strips off his shirt and peppers kisses on your stomach, rising your shirt up as he does. “Nah, I gotta cum inside if you wanna lose it. You gonna let me do that?” The no hesitation in the nodding of your head has him grinning, straightening himself as he rubs his hardened cock through his pants. Today, fantasy becomes reality. “Alright, I’ll go slow,”

Even with his slow sinking into you, you’re gasping and clinging to his biceps for dear life, tears staining your pillow as he splits you open. He’s far bigger than the dildo, but the slick from your orgasm makes it much easier for him to slide in. He kisses your cheek, telling you how good you are. It’s the little praise that has you encouraging him to keep going, and he does. He keeps pushing in until he’s bumping against your cervix, almost completely inside of you. Your legs tighten around his waist, keeping him locked against you.

“Don’t worry, lil sis. I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he shushes, brushing your tears as he stays still. An occasional hiccup has his heart hurting, but he knows you’ll feel good eventually. Well, even if you don’t, he’ll start. When your legs loosen, dropping back to the plush bed, he starts moving. He’s still slow, spreading your walls for his thick cock as you continue to adjust. It’s not until you’re begging him for more does he pick up the pace, slamming his hips against yours. He has to cover your mouth so you don’t alert the whole house he’s fucking you, your screams of pleasure coming out. They’re muffled, but he can hear how much you’re enjoying it. It urges him to go even faster, grunting as he chases his own high.

Another screams rips from you, walls tightening as you cream on his fat cock, eyes rolling as toes curl. It’s enough to send Osamu over the edge, groaning as he buries himself even deeper inside, pumping you full of his cum, you milking every drop. He kisses you, your panting mouth perfect for him to give you a passionate kiss, staying deep inside you. He breaks the kiss, “I love ya, little sis,”

“Love you, too, nii-san,” you smile, kissing him again.

It’s all you ever wanted, to be a big girl. It also brings you and Osamu closer together, you often bouncing around the idea to help him in his shop once he gets it set up. When you go into his room, the door locking behind you, you miss the way Atsumu glares. He has a feeling you’re not studying with Osamu, but there’s nothing to suggest otherwise.

Well, when Osamu is late from coming back from college, Atsumu is the only one home. It’s a small breath of fresh air, relaxing his tired muscles after a long practice match. When he hears small grunts and moans from your bedroom, he goes to investigate. You shouldn’t be home, let alone have anyone with you. The creaking of the floorboards doesn’t stop the noises from your room, Atsumu’s curiosity spiking. Peeking into your open door, he sees you on your back, legs spread open as your laptop plays an obscene video, the moans and grunts coming from the speakers. Your occasional moan is muffled by the shirt hem in your mouth, but it’s dropped when you moan out Osamu’s name, eyes rolling back as your fingers work on your clit.

Atsumu glares at the mention of Osamu’s name, shutting the door that has you jumping and struggling to explain yourself. “Ya think ‘Samu’s better than me? Is that it?” They’re so similar, it’s striking. The hungry eyes, full of anger and lust, they look so much like Osamu’s, but the light blond hair reminds you it’s Atsumu. “What’re you- Yer watchin’ sibling porn? Thinking of your big brother? ‘S that it?”

“No, it’s not what you think, ‘Tsumu!” Unlike Osamu, Atsumu’s one to take what he wants. He moves the laptop off the bed, spreading your legs as you squirm and struggle. “Lemme go!”

“Brats like you need to be put in place, don’t’cha know? You’re fucking soaked, getting off on your big bro that much?” You’re crying and still trying to kick him off, but it just turns him on even more. You’re still innocent and so naive in his eyes, it’s nothing for him to just take that from you. His cock is already hard, begging to sink into your warm depths. “You gonna let me fuck you? It’ll be like that video you were watching,”

You’re shaking your head, pushing at his chest as he leans down to press kisses to your neck. “C’mon, lil sis. I’m not gonna hurt ya. You trust me, right?” It’s a question that has your movements stopping, glossy eyes looking at Atsumu. He’s smiling, your big brother not showing any hint of malice. You sniffle, his thumbs swiping away the silver droplets on your cheeks.

“As long as you promise not to hurt me, okay ‘Tsumu?” You ask him, big doe eyes of innocence as you look at him. He grins and kisses your lips, licking your bottom lip. A whispered breath of ‘wouldn’t dream of it’ is all you hear before his mushroom head is pushing at your entrance. He’s just as big as Osamu, but it’s still hard to take in. You’re nice and slick, though, Atsumu notes. All from watching some incest porn, it’s almost funny to him how all you had to do was ask, no reason to hide it! Him and Osamu have been dreaming of keeping you all to themselves, there’s no reason for you to hide your desires.

Once he’s bottomed out, he doesn’t let you adjust, immediately pulling out to thrust back in. It’s sharp and rough, knocking the air from your lungs as your head gets thrown back. Atsumu’s quick to attach his lips to your neck, sucking the flesh and digging his teeth into the skin. It’s a way to show he’s claimed you, as if he doesn’t plan on coming inside. That’s his goal — mark you inside and out. With your arms above your head, grasping the pillows, there’s no reason for him to not. Licking his thumb, he presses it to your clit and flicks it, sending shockwaves through you as you scream and cream around his cock, thighs tightening around him. He’s not too far behind you, rutting against you as he paints your insides white, sending you into another orgasm, juices spraying against his abdomen.

“Lookie there! You just squirted all over me,” he chuckles, rubbing your shaking thighs. You’re overstimulated, so he doesn’t push another round. There’ll be time for that later.

A week later, you find yourself in a dilemma when your clothes won’t fit. Worried about gaining weight, you confide in your big brothers who give you a test. “Just pee on it. It’ll tell you if you’re overeating,” they said. They’ve never lied to you before! When those two lines pop up on the plastic tool, you show it to them, confused. They tell you you’re pregnant, but then comes the question. Who’s the dad? Really, does it matter? They have a lot of love to give you and they’re twins. Your child is gonna look like both of them no matter what.

[dholwrites]

What if WOL get turn into a cat (if she can be turned into a frog surely a cat!) for some time and it falls onto the guys to look after her until the effect wears off?

Aymeric

He’s among the best equipped to handle your new feline form as he already has one in his manor. Aymeric’s only fear is what will happen when he introduces you to his cat, you visited plenty of times before but it is new territory now that you are a cat yourself. The last thing he wants is for his cat to turn possessive and scare you into a corner. While the situation is unlikely, he still takes the steps to make sure you are both safe when he reintroduces you into the house.

He didn’t anticipate for the both of you to get along at all. Yet here you are, curled up with his cat on his favorite seat in front of the fireplace and looking as if you always belonged there. You must have fallen asleep first, simply laying on your side and dozing off from warmth. His cat is practically laying on top of you, her head tucked under your neck with her paws gasping at your own. It’s so unbearably cute that Aymeric considered finding an artist to see if they could capture the sight before either of you wake up.

Estinien

It’s up for debate on why he would even know how to take care of a cat. The general consensus agrees that it’s likely the times Estinien have likely visited Aymeric at the Borel manor, or carried the commander home after he passed out from exhaustion. The dragoon is equipped with some cat toys, but the major concern would be food. What in the world is he supposed to feed you? Cat food? Regular food? Some weird combination in between? Would it be demeaning for him to assume that you’ll catch your own food?

It’s been a week and the Scions are no further to finding the solution than they were previously, the decision was decided to give you a bit more time to see if there are any further changes. Estinien did the bare minimum of what he needed by providing food, water, and space. He found himself enjoying your quiet company whenever your cat form deemed him worthy. Some nights, he finds himself pulling you onto his chest to stroke your fur. When he’s dead sure that no one would come knocking, he gives you the lightest kiss at the top of your head. 

Thancred

He has no clue how to take care of a cat. Well, Thancred was asked once before and it was a lesson that no one wants to repeat. Still, the job landed on him. After receiving numerous books, toys, and food that he could give to you, he settled down for a rest while you entertain yourself. Thancred talks to you and in some parts convinces himself that you understand him. Surely, you do, the timing of your meows match too well with the questions he asks. 

Then it occurred to him. 

You should still be able to travel back and forth between here and the First right? Perhaps… you could deliver a better to Ryne for him. Within a matter of bells, Thancred had a letter strapped to your body addressed to his little girl and attempting to nudge you across the portal to the other world. Is it a bad idea? Yes, considering that you couldn’t defend yourself at all. And the fact that he told no one else at all of his plan… The berating he got from Y’shtola when you came back is enough to leave a ringing in his ear for days. 

G’raha Tia

Being semi-feline himself, G’raha is more than apt to take care of a cat, especially grooming. G’raha would be the only one that would and could bathe you; drawing you into the water, lightly shampooing you, even gently toweling off all the excess water, and blow-drying your hair. All the toys at your disposal are handmade, soft enough that they won’t hurt anyone but sturdy enough for you to sink your claws into.

He lets out a yawn, his tail lazily swaying to the soft wind. One hand carefully holds a light book above his head, while the other strokes your soft fur. The afternoon sun has casted enough light for him to get some light reading done in the shade, at least before your cat form decided that his chest was the perfect spot to soak in the warm rays. As much as he wants to move to take a catnap, the soft purring he could feel is enough for him to decide that he could stay right where he is for a few more hours.

Cid

He’s probably the worst person to hand you off to, seeing as he keeps forgetting to actually take care of everything, even the food. It ended up becoming a group effort by the Ironworks to tend the shop’s new ‘mascot’. Everyone takes a huge shine to you, dotes on you with praise and food when they think others aren’t looking. After missing one too many mealtimes, Cid made an automatic feeder for you. The plan is perfect, you get fed and everyone doesn’t have to worry about overfeeding you. Until they discover that you still come running up to the staff and howling at them until they follow you into the break room and bug them until they also eat and drink something themselves. 

When Cid arrived at the workshop one morning, he found everyone gathered outside the door talking among each other. Jessica is speaking to a guard while two others are standing off to the side. On the ground and tied up with rope is a plain-looking hyur with noticeable bloody scratches all over his face and arms as if he was attacked by a tiny coeurl. Sitting content on his back is you. Your tail lazily flicks back and forth as you flick your right paw. It seems that you have caught a thief. 

Alphinaud

He’s already sweating like he’s been stuck out under the Thanalan desert in the midday sun. Alphinaud has no idea what he was expecting when he knocked on your door at the Waking Sands and only found a cat sitting on your bed. 

The elezen was nearly convinced that it was a prank from Riol or Alisaie when he realizes that said cat has your eyes and hair color. After a short discussion about what could have possibly happened with the Scions and handing the cat sitting job, he dives head deep researching cat behavior as if his life depends on it. Yet no matter of treat, tips, or trick would keep your attention on him for more than at a curious glance.

There is a storybook sitting conveniently on the counter for him to see, a children’s story of a princess and a prince frog. The prince was cursed into maintaining his frog appearance until he found someone willing to give him a true love's kiss to reverie him back to his regular form. He isn’t sure how or why the book is placed there, he hadn’t read anything like that since before him and his sister started classes in Sharlayan. 

He couldn’t help but consider, what if… a kiss would help break your curse too? It would hurt to try, right? 

Haurchefant

A huge amount of his personal pay has gone to buying you a plethora of cat toys with a matching bed to boot. There are even multiple sets of cat clothes in your favorite color to help keep your toe beans soft and away from the biting eternal winter. Haurchefant seems surprisingly knowledgeable about cats and their body language. Because of this sight, he gets so distracted by this new form that he couldn’t get any work done. Everyone in the camp could only watch as he spends every waking moment (and some sleeping ones) cuddling you into his chest.

Haurchefant is in one of those days where he’s buried neck-deep in documents. With only candles for light, he puts his pen to work as he meticulously works through the pile of reports and forms. Luckily, he isn’t alone tonight. Your cat form has long settled on his lap and provided a calming presence with your soft purr and fur. After several bells, you stand on your paws to stretch your limbs and the elezen couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. 

Annoyed with his reaction, you dig your claws into his shirt and pull yourself up to meow in his face. The second your nose touches his lips- BOOM! Only for a white cloud to fill his vision. His chair was knocked off balance and fell onto it’s back, taking him with it. The crash threw him off; his entire front feels like a warm and heavy blanket has encased him. His lips... feel strangely warm and soft? His eyes flutter open to find you, in your original form, kissing him. 

Hien

He isn’t quite sure how to take care of cats starting off, luckily the Enclave is already brimming with cats and people that have been taking care of them. Originally the residents would chase them out whenever they got too close; but after seeing them kill and eat the rats that sometimes sneak into the area, it was ultimately decided that it would be best to leave them alone. Hien couldn’t stop the full belly laugh from erupting when Alphinaud came to explain the situation. He managed to stop long enough to agree to host you until the curse is removed. Nothing stops a grin from breaking out every time he sees you. 

Miraculously, you settled into the Enclave like a fish in water. Somehow within the time of arriving when he finds you for a meal, you’ve managed to establish yourself inside the cat gang and work your way up into becoming the impromptu leader. How? No one will be able to know until you fully return. Given the circumstances and the few times he has mistaken another cat for you, Hien made a sound decision to tie a bow and bell at the end of your tail to keep track of you.

[ninjaimagines]

which characters from Naruto would you headcanon as being in the lgbtq+ community?? one word explanations only!!

my time has come

And no I will not elaborate further than this 🤨

Naruto: fruity

Iruka: sus

Ino: Bi

Hínata: Unicorn

Kisame: SUS

Kankuro: Trans

Gaara: NB

Tsunade: MILF

Gai: jumpsuit

Lee: ^^

Ao: Fruity

Tenten: my-lesbian-wife (it’s one word sssh)

Kabuto: Trans

Orochimaru: N/A

Haku: NB

Konan: Gay

Hidan: N/A

Itachi: Ace