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@averyrook
I hope folk'll be puttin' the Demon in Pride Month this year.
[ Holds up an undignified, squirming Lye, who has been covered in glitter and very thin rainbow tape along its body, has its claws painted rainbow and a rainbow scarf hanging out of the gaps in its flesh, hissing in its backwards Latin demonic about Rook abusing consort privileges and various threats of not-quite-harm against the mutant. ]
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[[ One day I will get back on my blogs consistently.
I've been dealing with some bouts of illness over the last month, including a new chest infection just this week.
I still care, and still want to write, my focus/motivation/time have just been shot to shit. ]]
🍼 for Rook
if you were wondering "is it too late to ask for a fan-kid of our muses and see Fox spend way too much time on it?"
no
it's not too late
Name: Sparrow Gender: Girl General appearance: Brown and white tabby LaPerm (didn't draw her as curly as Rook rip but you can imagine) with hazel eyes and curly hair. Personality/bio: Curious and charismatic, she has a largely positive energy, but she can get over-excited or overstimulated. She likes knowing how stuff works, loves mystery novels, and has a collection of puzzles, puzzle cubes, puzzle boxes, etc. She wants to be a pilot. Special talents: She's great at puzzles and can think several steps ahead. Potential Powers: She has a nose like a bloodhound, and she can remember any scent. She's fabulous at identifying what's in food. Who they like better: Rook, he's more easy-going and seems like he knows what he's doing. Who they take after more: I get the feeling she takes after both in a variety of ways. Her vibe might be more towards Rook, but mannerism-wise it's an even spread. Face Claim:
[[ Work has been busy and life has been a Time with some medical stuff, and threw my back out yesterday.
Hope you're all doing better <3
If people do want to do some short threads with Rook or René or someone else lmk ]]
[[ Hello, sorry I haven't been around-- moving took a lot out of me and I'm still unpacking, and then for the last week I've been dealing with an eye infection and stress at work... Hoping to get back on here soon, but can probably manage some short things via discord in the meantime.
Miss y'all and hope you're doing well <3 ]]
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[[ Moving done today! It took over 7 hours to move everything but it's at least in the new place. There are a couple of issues like the AC isn't working properly and is leaking a lot of water, but hopefully they'll fix that soon since it's still the middle of summer and I at least need it in the living room (will probably get a portable one though for my bedroom)
Now I just have to unpack everything. ]]
[[ Bulk of my belongings are packed, now it's just like, all my clothing and two small cupboards with food/drinks, and drawers of cutlery/utensils and a few other bits and pieces.
Getting there... Moving next Friday, then just the bond clean on Monday after that, then I'm sorted. Hopefully.
Dealing with some work stress also. Thank you for being patient while I haven't had time/energy to write. I miss everyone and hope people are having a good start to the year.
Blegh though. ]]
[[ Sorry I've not been on much, New Years and then starting the process of packing my stuff up for the move the week after next got me tired and depressed, but I still want to continue the threads I have-- hoping I can rally some extra energy tomorrow ]]
Bro this coffee cake is lowkey cumming in my ass right now
I don't think so
*getting really defensive* I’m literally getting cummed in by it right now
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Irene’s ears would flatten, her displeasure at his answer written all over her face. Dammit. Well there went the back up plan. She huffs, rolling her eyes and turning half away. “I am going to have to get a donor aren’t I?” She mutters though the trailing of his claws through her hair would cause a soft purr to erupt from her. She’d glance towards him, whiskers and ears twitching as her tail gives a lash behind her.
“Oh? And what means would that be exactly?” She whispers, unable to help her small smirk.
"Sorry, luv. Maybe down the track I'll be okay with it, jus' now there's, y'know. A lot on. Ain't like y'don' have y'pick of options otherwise, at least." He was sure she'd have little trouble finding handsome suitors to provide her the children she wanted. He'd lean over her shoulder, paws skimming down her figure. "Oh, I still got hands, a mouth, an' plenty of strap-on options. Don' need my dick in order t'make you cum y'horny lil brain out, I promise."
Irene rolls her eyes. “Except the ones I actually want or mean anything to me.” She retorts and would rest her hands on her stomach. There was another part to it, but she wouldn’t say it. Didn’t want to. She’d lean into him however when he leans over her shoulder, closing her eyes.
“Mm. I’m sure.” Irene coos and reaches up, pulling his face closer so she can press soft kisses along his cheek before capturing his lips with hers. “Well we better get started before I start turning from queen to bitch shouldn’t we?”
His ears would dip down at that, tail drooping down in turn. Ouch. "Really, Irene... m'sorry. I jus'... I don' wanna rush another kid." And while he had no doubts she'd be able to provide for any child she had, Rook didn't want to be absent or anything but all-in on any other offspring. He also didn't want there to be any hasty magical-cat-hormone-driven decisions around said child.
The kisses did at least help to get his ears to perk back up some, and he'd return them. Did get a bit of a chuckle from him and he'd nip at her lip. "Oh, I dunno. M'not put off by a feisty bitch..."
"Haven' seen her yet, not since the fur-splosion all over. But m'sure y'correct. An' m'sure that bothers her some." Snorted, though he was very pleased with the kiss. "Lune doin' alright?"
Wondered how she was doing with all the strangeness of the return and the magic the holiday season and everything else that was happening.
"Mm, y'gotta suffer for y'fashion, as they say. Y'do always know how t'make a look work, at least. An' if you do need anythin' altered for you, m'more'n happy t'assist." He'd already sorted out a lot of his trousers so they had room for his tail.
He did also always enjoy the paws. The beans called to him. But now he got to feel his own squish in turn against Lucifer's. Plus he just liked the feeling of being touched even more than usual, with the fur.
"Yes. Lune was over the moon, pun intended, about having a cat for a parent. She thinks it is novel and 'kawaii'. She learned that word from Vic, I think." He murmured back to the conversational beats. "Or Val...Hard to say. Think she is hoping she might be next. Heh."
Lucifer did take to stroking thumbs along the man's cheeks and smoothed over whiskers. He knew that felt good to any trusting feline. "I do, I do. I will. I did discover I can get to a human form if I am desperate. I will separate out some lounging clothing for your alterations, however. It takes conscious effort."
Oh, that had Rook cackling with laughter. "Oh no, she's already a weeb." Still snickering. "Maybe she will, who knows how Lark's magic works." Then he'd start cackling again, a tear running into his fur. "Fuck. I jus' tried to imagine Val an' Vox as cats... Vel at least is easier. Those two, fuck."
He'd take out a piece of paper and rearrange the ink on it into two little sketches. Valentino with one ear lopsided, big fluffy ruff of neck fur and a bushy tail, tufts at wrist and ankle, the rest sleek with minimal fur-- closer to Worth in style and form. Tabby stripes along his legs and arms to mimic the edge of his wings. Squinting behind heart-shaped glasses still.
Vox looked like one of those flat-faced blue-grey persian type cats with heterochromia, frowning, wearing his signature suit.
Showed it to Lucifer once it was done. Leaning into the petting all the while, purring louder and louder. Whiskers in maximum happy posture while they were being rubbed.
"Makes sense. Y'more used t'shapeshiftin'. Been considerin' tryin' t'do cat mode, but haven' been too keen on losin' thumb privileges." He assumed his telekinesis would still work, but who knew...
"The sleek, dark fur, mostly, but the white spot does make sense." Might bring his paws up to brush a claw against the white blaze. "Y'always been a bright star in the dark, an' I'll spare you all the assorted poetic nonsense about y'heart, since I already got a piece of it in me."
"Everything is terrible." He announced, but--he was glad to be spared the true poetic diatribe. He'd get to feeling all funny about it. Lucifer's ego strokes had to be particular to not ruffle the grain.
"Not too different from usual house cat form. Except for the thumbs." He brought up both hands and wiggled them around.
"That's surely not true, luv. Look at how cute I am, f'one." Rook would turn his big green eyes on Lucifer, pupils big and round, doing his best to channel that Puss in Boots energy.
"Thumbs are quite useful, yeah." Rook would hastily capture those paws, rubbing them against his cheeks. "S'definitely interestin' to experience. Though I gotta say m'findin' clothin' even more overstimulatin' than usual-- can feel it rubbin' against the fur every time I move." So much better be a little nudist cat, in his opinion.
"Oh, yes, you're right. You are cute and so is Irene. And Skara. Hm." He admitted. Leaning in to kiss nose bridge while getting kitten eyed at.
"I would bet you would. It's isn't fully comfortable to me, either. But you know I like to look well dressed and what not." He was used to Rook being enamored with his paws in any form he had them, so he wasn't phased by that commandeering.
"Haven' seen her yet, not since the fur-splosion all over. But m'sure y'correct. An' m'sure that bothers her some." Snorted, though he was very pleased with the kiss. "Lune doin' alright?"
Wondered how she was doing with all the strangeness of the return and the magic the holiday season and everything else that was happening.
"Mm, y'gotta suffer for y'fashion, as they say. Y'do always know how t'make a look work, at least. An' if you do need anythin' altered for you, m'more'n happy t'assist." He'd already sorted out a lot of his trousers so they had room for his tail.
He did also always enjoy the paws. The beans called to him. But now he got to feel his own squish in turn against Lucifer's. Plus he just liked the feeling of being touched even more than usual, with the fur.
Irene’s ears would flatten, her displeasure at his answer written all over her face. Dammit. Well there went the back up plan. She huffs, rolling her eyes and turning half away. “I am going to have to get a donor aren’t I?” She mutters though the trailing of his claws through her hair would cause a soft purr to erupt from her. She’d glance towards him, whiskers and ears twitching as her tail gives a lash behind her.
“Oh? And what means would that be exactly?” She whispers, unable to help her small smirk.
"Sorry, luv. Maybe down the track I'll be okay with it, jus' now there's, y'know. A lot on. Ain't like y'don' have y'pick of options otherwise, at least." He was sure she'd have little trouble finding handsome suitors to provide her the children she wanted. He'd lean over her shoulder, paws skimming down her figure. "Oh, I still got hands, a mouth, an' plenty of strap-on options. Don' need my dick in order t'make you cum y'horny lil brain out, I promise."
"The sleek, dark fur, mostly, but the white spot does make sense." Might bring his paws up to brush a claw against the white blaze. "Y'always been a bright star in the dark, an' I'll spare you all the assorted poetic nonsense about y'heart, since I already got a piece of it in me."
"Everything is terrible." He announced, but--he was glad to be spared the true poetic diatribe. He'd get to feeling all funny about it. Lucifer's ego strokes had to be particular to not ruffle the grain.
"Not too different from usual house cat form. Except for the thumbs." He brought up both hands and wiggled them around.
"That's surely not true, luv. Look at how cute I am, f'one." Rook would turn his big green eyes on Lucifer, pupils big and round, doing his best to channel that Puss in Boots energy.
"Thumbs are quite useful, yeah." Rook would hastily capture those paws, rubbing them against his cheeks. "S'definitely interestin' to experience. Though I gotta say m'findin' clothin' even more overstimulatin' than usual-- can feel it rubbin' against the fur every time I move." So much better be a little nudist cat, in his opinion.
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@averyrook replied to your post “pspspsps! treats for kitty? owo”:
"M'guessin' m'not allowed t'offer t'feed you a churu tube an' try an' make it sexy?"
"Absolutely not. There is NO possible way to do that."
"All these years we've been together an' still you doubt me, Lu..." Rook was sure he could find a way.
"Y'always look so handsome in fur, by the way." Nice big sigh from Rook as well, letting his eyes roam over Lucifer's kitty cat form. "Woulda been kinda funny if y'did end up as a tuxedo coat sort, but this is y'signature look."
"Si--Hm." He narrowed his stare and thought about that. (And tactically dodged further sexy churu talk.)
"Signature?" He finally said the whole word in a question. "The white spot? Is signature?"
"The sleek, dark fur, mostly, but the white spot does make sense." Might bring his paws up to brush a claw against the white blaze. "Y'always been a bright star in the dark, an' I'll spare you all the assorted poetic nonsense about y'heart, since I already got a piece of it in me."
“I see I’m not the only one with a new body.” Irene’s voice was even more velvety than normal, his marriage sister now sporting luxurious long blue-grey fur in her more feline form, a long fluffy tail swaying and curling flirtatiously behind her. She purrs, slow blinking at Rook. “You look good~”
"Damn, looks like it has been spreadin'..." Can't say he's not entirely surprised. He'd give her a circle, admiring that thick, plush fur. "Of course you're one of them fancy cats." His own tail would brush against hers, and he'd lean in to bunt his cheek to hers as he circled back around the front.
"These certainly aren' jus' all fur, though. Surprisingly," he'd remark, casually hefting her chest in his paws, chuckling.
Irene’s purr grows louder as he brushes against her, tilting her head to nuzzle him affectionately when he bunts his cheek against hers. She’d grin however when his hands come to her chest, leaning forward so he can have even more of a feel.
“They most certainly not. My tits so big normally that whatever magic happened decided I still need them in this form.” She says and gives a light shimmy to jiggle them on his paws. “It also has made me incredibly horny. Like I desperately need a baby put in me.”
She flutters her lashes at him, starting to purr again as her ears flick. “I’m trying to behave though. How long have you been like this?”
"I suppose f'the same reason it decided I still needed the curls," he replied, appreciatively squeezing them and then dragging his paws down her side, leaning in against her for a moment before spinning her out into a loose waltz position in front of him.
"Mmm, only a day or two so far. M'usually horny anyway, so doesn' seem like that's changed so much for me, but good to know so we don' end up with a proliferation of kittens 'round here, Miss Pussy Galore."
“I adore your curls.” The squeeze would draw a gasp from Irene, and if she wasn’t furry then she’d have a flush on her cheeks as she bites her lip with a soft moan. Her eyes light up with need as she looks up at him before she pushes it back down. Noooo. No. She’s BEHAVING.
She’d let him spin her, smiling again as she tilts her head up at him. “There’s nothing wrong with a few extra kittens~” She teases. “I’m going to try to convince Lucifer to let me have another baby after all.”
Her ears flick as she gives him a saucy look. “I wouldn’t be opposed to you being this queen’s Tom if he’s too stubborn with it. We could have beautiful kittens”
"Uh-huh, y'talk t'him about that, luv. This tom's dick is locked up where y'concerned. No kittens comin' from here any time soon, sorry. Love helpin' out with our clowder an' all that, but I got enough kids of m'own f'now." He'd trail his claws through her hair, bringing a lock to his lips to kiss.
"Of course, happy t'help keep you sated through other means."
