#GUYS HELLO?!?!??? HELLO?!?!????!! IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS

[femboyclownpierce]

hello i would like to ask you things because im also on the clock for the losa obsession shift

since its relevant: give us some losa HCs for the ball! you can pick one of these or answer all of them: what do their outfits look like? do they dance with each other? if so, what kind of style of dancing and how well do they do it? how does clownpierce, local paranoid lifestealer who put obsidian under himself in fear of being spleefed during a puzzle, lower his guard enough to get drunk at the ball (<- self indulgent fic reference lmao)? what kind of zany shenanigans do they get up to?

YESSS THE BALL !!!! ok SO ros wears something like the gown on the left (except purple, obviously)

clown wears a pirate-style, black and red striped blouse, his normal hood and mask, and a pair of high-waisted black pants with gold buttons on it. and ofc other assorted golden accessories (wallet chain, rings on top of his gloves, his shirt is probably like half stripes half checkered red/gold diamonds.)

sneeg is boring and just wears a nice blue tuxedo. man has NO FASHION SENSE he is like every fucking guy at the met gala wearing a colored suit. i love him but he needs to get it together

clown and ros absolutely dance together!!! clown can kind-of lead a waltz, ros knows how to tango and teaches clown on the spot. i think they waltz to take me to snurch and giggle the whole time.

sneeg asks clown to dance and he humors him. they purposefully step on each others toes. its the kind of dance u'd do to the masochism tango. they bicker the entire time theyre on the dance floor together

see i think clown just gets drunk bcuz he's sick of sneeg's shit. they go with each other and do NOT stop arguing for like even a second. are they standing next to each other? they're arguing. clown starts drinkimg two seconds in and he has like, an unhealthy number of drinks and shots before he passes out in the kitchen slumped over in ros's lap at 1am. he has the world's worst hangover the next day, which sneeg would tease him about if he'd stop VOMITTING ALL OVER THE PLACE

also i know in my heart that the three of them try to do a three-person slow dance. it goes horribly and sneeg gets kicked out cuz he doesnt know how to dance at all

[driftsart]

GUYS THERE'S A JAYVIK SONG OH MY GOSHDJDH

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everyone be quiet forsblad and sashamaffhew are on a double date at di bar

[tempvstas]

Good Things Come To Those Who Wait

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Content Warning(s): some angst, leona being emo lol

Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned), Leona Kingscholar

Authors Notes: Hello all, I am not dead, just busy :] Life update, started uni so I've been busy with that, also, bit off more than I could chew so I burned out HARD. Genuinely lost motivation to write. But I do want to get back into the flow of writing. I'll try and fulfill requests(esp the ones sitting in my inbox, sorry to everyone who sent me requests before im not ignoring you i swear 💀) when I can but theres no guarantee. I wanna write what I can and what I want to and atm its Leona :]]. Please enjoy LMAO

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Leona couldn't remember the last time he had felt the warmth of another.

Moonlight filters through the open balcony of his room, a gentle breeze causing the curtains to sway slightly. He can feel your hands curled around his waist, his tail wrapped around your leg respectively. He stares at you, watching your chest rise and fall slowly, your soft snores seemingly filling up the room.

Silly Herbivore. He muses, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. You're so vulnerable, nestled against his chest. Wholeheartedly clinging onto him as if you were afraid he'd disappear. As he stares at you, he can't help the slight bitterness that wells up in his throat.

Why did you choose him out of everyone? Out of pity? He's never been good enough. The elders and servants back home made that quite obvious enough. He almost laughs out loud at the thought. He would never be good enough, would never be anyone's first choice, and would never put in enough effort because he was just too damn lazy.

A worthless, selfish, arrogant, too prideful for his own good, lazy, a good-for-nothing second prince who will never amount to anything.

Does he even deserve you?

Your slight movements startle him out of his thoughts as he stares down at you, blinking up at him with bleary eyes.

"Leona?" You mumble, rubbing your eyes. "Can't sleep? That's unusual," you tease him, shooting him a sleepy grin. Unwittingly, Leona feels the edges of his lips quirk up, "I was planning on it, until you started squirming around," he huffed. You study his face, a frown marring your features. Leona pokes your brow where it's creased, chuckling slightly, "Don't do that, your face will get stuck like that." You scowl at him, "I'm not a kid," you grumble, "Besides you have that look on your face and I'm worried about you."

Leona stares at you, an eyebrow raised, "Mind elaborating on what 'that look' means." You sit up so that you're face to face with him. "You know, that look! When you get all broody and emo, and all 'oh my sevens im so angsty grr'. That look." Leona wrinkles his nose at your wording, "Very funny Herbivore." You continue to stare at him, concern causes your brow to crease even more.

"Leona, what's wrong? I can tell something's up with you. I know you don't like opening up, and that's fine, but you know I'm here for you, right?" You reach over, taking his hand in yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. Leona's breath hitches in his throat for a second, he finds himself shutting his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, he finds your gaze trained on his.

Not looking away from him, holding his gaze unwaveringly. Genuine sincerity in your eyes.

"Leona." His ears twitch at the sound of his name being called. Your voice is firm, to get his attention, but soft enough that he doesn't feel the urge to flinch away. He sighs, feeling that you wouldn't let this matter go easily.

"I know you are. If you want the truth, no I'm not fine." Leona grimaces, this feeling of opening himself up was foreign to him. "I'm far from fine. I'm just.....what did I do to deserve you?" His voice breaks a little at the last part, but he continues. "I'm worthless, selfish, arrogant, too prideful for my own good, lazy, a good-for-nothing second prince who will never amount to anything. Compared to Farena or that damned lizard Malleus, I'm nothing. I have nothing. I will never be anything more because I will always be overshadowed by people like them." He takes a second to collect his thoughts before continuing. "I've always had to work hard to earn my keep only for everything to crumble like sand. All my hard work amounting to nothing because someone just so happens to be lucky enough to just be better." His ears flatten against his head out of irritation.

You listen to his words, staying silent. You give him a moment to catch his breath before hesitantly reaching over, pressing a hand to his cheek. Leona flinches, but then leans into your touch after a brief second. "Hey...look at me," you nudge his face so that he's staring at you.

"Look, I will admit you can be selfish, hell sometimes kind of a dick. You irritate me and sometimes I want to strangle you cause you won't let me get to class on time because you won't get off me." You pause, before continuing, "But you are not worthless. And you're not a good-for-nothing second prince. I love you, faults and all. You, Leona Kingscholar, are the best damn thing that has ever happened to me okay? I would go to hell and back for your stinky ass." Leona laughs softly at your nickname for him, leaning more into your hand. "You are worthy. I didn't choose to love you because I felt pity for you, I love you because of who you are. You say that all your hard work crumbles to sand? I've seen you pick yourself back up again. You're passionate about what you're interested in, and even if you won't outwardly say it, I know you care. You're not a saint by any means, far from it. But that's what I love about you. You're flawed and imperfect, and I say that's better than some perfect curated image of who you're supposed to be." You poke his chest to emphasize your point.

"So don't you ever question why I love you okay?" Your thumb brushes over the scar over his left eye, pressing a soft kiss to his eyelid. His eyelashes tickle your face as you do so. "I love you, scars and all. And I'll say it as many times as I need to."

Leona stares at you, a mix of emotions in his gaze. He clears his throat, his tail tugging you closer to him. "Fuck...that was hot," he smirks, leaning in, his nose brushing against yours. "Seriously? I give you this long speech and thats what you have to say?" You roll your eyes playfully, smacking his shoulder lightly. Leona's laughter rumbles in his throat as a hand gently holds onto the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. Despite his rough exterior, his kisses are gentle, his lips molding against yours. His other hand finds its way to your waist, holding you in place as you straddle his hips.

The two of you part for air, small gasps can be heard between you. You wrap your arms around his neck as you settle next to him, head nestled in his neck. Leona adjusts his position into a more comfortable one, his chin resting against the top of your head. The two of you lay in silence, the only audible sound being the occasional breeze that ruffles the curtains. Slowly you find yourself falling into the embrace of sleep.

"Herbivore?" You hear his voice above you. "Mhmm?" you mumble sleepily, feeling your eyes drooping.

"....I love you." You smile, hearing his words, before drifting off.

Ensuring that you're asleep, Leona leans over, kissing your forehead, watching your sleeping face. "....Thank you for being in my life.....and for not giving up on me," he whispers, before settling against you and drifting off himself.

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[mychlapci]

i have a fantasy about driving a transformer around and for some reason, maybe some decepticons saw us or something, to keep our cover we've gotta stop at a gas station. so i stop, i park, i get ready to pump the gas, and they cant even tell me not to do it because that would give them away, so they stay quiet as i basically fuck their valve with the gas pump. and theyre squirming in their altmode trying to keep their engine from rumbling, fans from clicking on, fluids spurting around the gas pump as they struggle to hold back an overload... or maybe they overload embarrassing quickly and have to hold back the shudders as their overstimulated valve keeps getting filled...

[quackity1999]

okay, big q, think about this, bear with me, let me tell you a story and you can tell one back: you're in a nightmare. the alley's chill goes through whatever you're wearing at the moment (not important, don't mind the blood; you were a butcher, no?). you keep walking, it's the only way forward. are you afraid of the dark? surely not.

something stands before you, a towering frame of unspecified likeness. it says, "hello! I am a manifestation of your fear. i am a person, an event, a place, a tool; i am one of them or a series of them. i am what haunts the back of your eyelids. i am what you think of when the night is too quiet and your heart is too lonely.

tell me, in your words, the best you can say it, in the most detail possible: what am i? what do you see when you are scared?"

it's something about— snow, funnily enough. it's prone to swallowing up footprints. you could walk a thousand, million, whatever fucking miles and there'd be no proof of you ever being there.

i think it chases me. and i run terrified of what i'll be met with at the very top. even if i believe i want what's there more than anything else i've longed for in the past. maybe there's nothing waiting for me; maybe it's already been dusted into a perfected pile of flakes that reject your attempt at leaving a mark on this world.

jesus, i cover it up. i cover it up with sand, i threw it in the faces of people i thought loved me, i threw it in the face of peace, i spit glass and kick the remnants of myself into something that i wish wasn't snow anymore. i don't know.

it's something about snow. and it's something about sand, too. how something so soft could become so abrasive over time. over eons. decades. lovers, wars, betrayals, failures, the goddamn fucking political ladder that only showers you in blood for a celebration— multiple times.

i think it all ends up as snow after a while.

and maybe i should stop trying to force the sand into being what it's not.

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WHY DID I JUST GET A PERSON ASKING ME TO TAG GORE.

[justablah56]

me when the mutuals rambling got me sighing lovingly and listening to my playlist full of love songs

[baffledapple]

once again i am being subjected to "educational courses on generative AI" (lengthy advertisements that the higher ups want us to watch so they can say that we are trained in AI)

[chasebird]

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[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

i still can't get over my roommate implying i was autistic and my friend pulling out her phone to show me the "i'm like if a beautiful woman was an autistic little boy" meme that she'd been saving for the occasion someone acknowledged it

[battampria]

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