#★ . ° ╰ crack ⊱ I’m a ladies’ cat ;)

[sixxrock666]

Lovie, that platonic Mötley Crüe was absolutely amazing, thank you for taking the time to do it. <33. I’m definitely going to have to ask for more though. I also feel like if one of them were being chased by mick, they would sacrifice reader by holding them up like the scene from the lion king, y’know? Like this. Thank you, love <33

stop you’re so sweet ;)) the lion king reference😭 literally they would sacrifice the reader to save their asses

hope you’ll like it hun tried my best<333

Part 3

• they would definitely sacrifice you when Mick would get pissed because they knew he’d go soft on you…when you all do piss him off it turns into a hell house, like just straight up screaming and throwing stuff and running around

• for your birthday they’d for sure throw a big party, and you’d get such random gifts like Tommy would get you a random pair of boxers with cats on it and Nikki a spatula or some shit (╥_╥)… i think Vince and Mick might actually put some thought into it

•…teaching the boys to make brownies at one am because Vince was craving them. Of course you all ended up making weed brownies (￣^￣)ゞ

• if you’d get caught with another man and the photos would made it to some kind of magazine i feel like the boys would juts sit you down in front of them and would be like “what’s this young lady?” Not them playing the role of good protective mothers (¬_¬)

…would probably tease you about it later tho

• they would steal your clothes let’s be real

“Vince are those my fucking leather pants”

“They make my ass look better sweets”

•nicknames for u>>

★ Tommy would be cheesy of course, calling you bestie or some long lasting friendship bullshit

★ Vince would call you sweets

★ Mick would call you a little devil or something

“speak of the devil”

especially when you’d be hanging around Tommy and Nikki…it was never a good combination the three of you since shit always went down

★Nikki would call you whatever he felt like it on a particular day, sometimes just your name or maybe rockstar, kitty? etc.

• Nikki would ask you to do his makeup

• if you’d get nervous before the concert they would try to take your mind off by cracking jokes…they were never funny but that was the charming part honestly

• you and Mick would usually stay a little longer in the studio making up some guitar riffs, laughing all the time and sharing a joint

• you’d buy them deodorant for Christmas at some point…

• when Nikki would feel like he could trust you enough he’d share about his childhood, not intentionally only if you’d ask, and you’d rub his back through it

• Mick would definitely confide in you about his back pain sometimes :( you’d then baby him and take care of him…he wasn’t the biggest fan of it but he let you…he knew you cared about him and only wanted what’s best for him

• regular trips to the record store with the boys, just listening to music and picking out records to add to your collection

☆彡𐬿𐮚✧★𐬺

[ruki--mukami]

A serpent slithered under the rim of the chimney, seemingly unbothered by the blazing flames crackling on its obsidian scales. A pair of golden eyes scanned the empty room before the creature finally made its way out of the fire; a path of smoke rising on its wake.

The snake stealthily ventured through the halls of the manor, making not even a shuffle as it crawled through the ground, until it reached its final destination. Through the crack of a halfway open doorway, it slipped through and made a run for the coffee table before a black couch on the bedroom. The serpent coiled into a pile at the center of the furniture, glowing a blinding red with a final hiss as it crumbled awake, leaving but a gift the size is a common canvas wrapped in golden—doodled at the corner of the paper with “Ruki” and a smiley face with a fang-y grin—and a letter in a black envelope, sealed with a red wax stamp.

Hopefully my Familiar caused no scares in your house. If it happened to be caught, of course. Forgive me for not having paid a visit in this past two months, the boss lady is absolutely merciless and accepts no slacking, even during holidays. Horrible, right? Though I’m not even really sure if you still take a part of human festivities anymore…

Either way, I had time to finish a gift for you. Here really praying you don’t think a portrait of yourself is an odd gift… I’ve had the sketch done for months now, but never really went through with putting it in a canvas up until a few weeks ago.

I hope to see you sometime soon.

Merry Christmas, Ruki ★

[Admin!Danny: Not sure if you’ll get to see this, but happy holidays, Jas 🏃‍♀️✨ I just wanted to do a lil something for my mutuals ajurgjfke]

“Ah, one of Mystic’s familiars… He must be especially busy if he couldn’t find the time to visit me himself, face-to-face. Or perhaps he’s deliberately provoking me and wants to play another game of cat and mouse. Well, I suppose it is Christmas, after all. Perhaps I’ll let him rest easy this time.”

Although the Vampire would never admit it aloud, he longed more and more every passing second for Mystic, acknowledging that they spent more time apart than even his chill heart of ice could bear to withstand. Quickly opening the envelope, his murky blue depths peered over the words with great alacrity. Much to his suspicions, the Founder was worked to the bone, even during the holiday season. Shaking his head, Ruki continued reading, his eyes widening in unadulterated surprise at the word ‘portrait.’ Given the size of the canvas embellished with gold and a cartoonish smiley face that only someone like Mystic would doodle, he already assumed it would be a composition of sorts that only served to confirm the Founder’s profound artistic ability. A soaring delight deep within his chest soon took over Ruki’s whole form as he slowly and carefully opened the portrait, anticipating the masterpiece with a humanlike excitement.  

“Mystic…”

The name he typically uttered with conviction left Ruki’s lips with yearning, wistfully recalling all the times they spent together, all the blood they shed, and the occasional laughter they shared. No matter what happened, the Vampire swore to himself that he would protect Mystic and spend the next festivity in their own comfortable sanctuary, away from everyone else, away from the outside world, away from anyone who would dare separate the inseverable bond between them. The portrait before him reflected the same swirling sea of monochrome, expertly shaded in the balanced values of black and white, not to mention his likeness captured perfectly. He held the canvas firmly in his fingers, not harshly enough to crumble the sides but rather in the same way he wished to hold Mystic in his arms this very moment. A gentle snowfall in the corner of his eye descended from right outside the large windows of the manor, light and fleeting, like a time easily lost.

“…So much for ‘Merry Christmas.’ There’s nothing jolly without you, Mystic,” the Vampire said regretfully under his breath, blaming himself for not being there for the man he cared for more than anyone else. “Next time, I promise you, you won’t be alone. I refuse to let it happen. You’re always striving for the sake of others, but who is going to watch over you?”

Saving the letter back in the exquisite envelopes it arrived in, Ruki placed it in one of the many drawers of his personal study. As for the portrait, he proudly framed and hung it next to one of the bookshelves.

“It’s unacceptable.”

🧩 Ahhh, Danny, I missed you so much 😭 I'm so sorry this is late, but I hope you enjoyed the holidays as well, and I'd love to interact with you again. I know there are still a lot of unresolved Rustic issues and I'd love to develop their ship even more. 🧩