#HEHEHE THIS WAS FUN

[vulpixisananimal]

Bayard: What are you doing over here?! Bad dog! Go find Mira!

[Featuring characters and writing from @cyten0 Symphony in Crimson AU] [Sometime after A:4 C:68]

(Bayard)

(Where? Not camp. Where are friends? Where is the Star? And little pup?)

(Voice says find the flowery one. Good idea! She knows things.)

(Your sense of scent is already strong, a thing you love of being this. But there is a town nearby. Lot’s of smells. You think you smell them somewhere in there. But just scent would take long. And you don’t want friends worried! Especially the pup!)

(Hearing would work. You know their voices. And maybe the star’s eyes too. You do as the star taught you. And change yourself a bit.)

(Bigger ears, the better to hear them. Star-like eyes, the better to see them with. You feel the star’s blessing shift and move beneath your skin, moving as you ask.)

(There. Now, off we go!)

(You bound into town, searching. Many voices, none match. Scent is this way. You think you forgot something, people seem scared. But you can ask when you find your friends!)

(There! A nice house, you see the flowery one ◉! You bound up, Hello friend!)

◉ “Wah!! What the-” (The flowery one seems surprised to see you. Hm. Flowery one doesn’t smell as flowery. And seems smaller?)

(A person of mint ▽ walks over from the garden. They are also taken aback.)

[▽]“Oh uh. That’s… That’s a giant wolf monster. Okay. Uh. Any ideas Mirabelle?”

◉ “I am just as confused as you!”

(Giant? Oh! You forgot! You were big to help move the cart! No wonder people were scared!)

(You focus on the Star’s blessing. And feel it shift and move again, making you smaller and smaller. Until you are the right size! There! Not scary!)

[▽]“Oh, shapeshifting? Interesting! Wonder what this ‘Star’s blessing’ is?”

(Oh, mint one can hear your thoughts? Neat!)

(Flowery one seems confused? Maybe she’s not flowery one. But looks just like her?)

◉ “You can hear their thoughts?”

[▽] “Yeah, they seem nice. And know you somehow?”

(Hm. Well, you smell others like friends inside the house! You head in, though the flowery and mint ones seem confused. Oh well!)

(Inside, you see several familiar faces, looking at you, seemingly not as familiar. The strong one, the little pup, and someone who looks like the star? You tilt your head at that one. They don’t smell or feel like the Star. But you feel something like them? How very strange.)

(Oh well. Little pup ✿ looks like they need comfort. You walk over to them, and pick them up by their collar, taking them from the chair and plopping them on the floor. You then lay down next to them. You are much more comfy than a chair.)

✿ “...What the crab?”

(The strong one ▲ seems confused.)

▲ “Hey, Bonbon. You uh. Know that wolf?”

✿ “Course I don’t, Za… But they are very soft so it doesn’t matter.”

(The Not-Star 𝄞 seems similarly confused.)

|𝄞| “Oh… as long as they are friendly.”

▲ “Jealous, Asterion?”

(Oh, the Flowery one has followed you in!)

◉ “Um, is the- Oh, okay! That… that works?”

|𝄞| “Ah, hello. Do you know what is going on?”

◉ “No???”

(You hear someone come down the stairs. A woman resembling the little pup appears. How nice! Oh. But she seems upset?)

(The big pup ❁ grabs the little pup away from you!)

❁ “WHAT the crab?! Why was Bonnie in the clutches a freaky weird-eye’d black wolf?!?”

✿ “Hey, I was getting comfy!”

❁ “Bonnie, there is NO way that is safe!!”

(Oh, Big pup seems to need comfort too! You make yourself extra big and curl around them both. Big pup seems confused, so you put a paw on her head and push her down to sit. There! Now they are both comfy!)

|𝄞| “Did... it just turn giant?”

▲ “And forced Nille into the cuddle pile… I think you both have been adopted.”

◉ “Am I hallucinating? What is happening here?”

✿ “Fluffy… Crab yeah.”

(You relax on the ground, the two pups laying against you. You suppose you can wait here until whatever is going on gets handled.) >>>

(As you rest, a few minutes pass while the others discuss you. The mint one studies you more as well, but you don’t mind. It reminds you of the Smart one. Also, something about the Not-star changed too. They seem more dramatic now!)

(And then you feel something! You look towards a spot on the wall. Dark, fanged tendrils seem to emerge from the air itself, prying forth. Bubbles star to form in the space around the point until-)

✦ “There’s Bayard!”

⍚ “Indeed. Kindly, help me open the rift a bit wider?”

(You see a little gap start to form. And on the other side... Oh! There is the Star! And a different flowery one, but this one smells right! As well as the camp!)

[𝄞] “Oh stars, what chaos is happening now?”

(As they slowly wrestle the whole wider, much to the confusion of the others, you notice another person heading down the stairs. The Smart one ◆ looks upon the room, very confused.)

◆ “… Gem’s alive, I take a break for ten minutes-”

✦ “Oh um… Sorry for the trouble! We’ll be gone in just a bit!”

◉ “Thank you uh. Other Siffrin? And… Other Me?”

⍚ “Ah, apologies for the trouble. Expression of Travel here, taking over for Mirabelle. We just needed to retrieve our friend. Unsure how they hopped realities in the first place, but oh well.”

✦ “Wait, Siffrin? They didn’t die in this reality?”

(Hm. All the people got very quiet all of a sudden?)

[𝄞] “… Would you elaborate?”

✦ “A-actually. I don’t think I will…”

[𝄞] “Blinding!-”

[▽] “W-who- w-what, are you-”

✦ “Hey, Bayard! Rift is open enough, hop through!”

(Oh! Okay, time to go back now. You give a gentle bump with your nose to both big pup and little pup, and then get up and hop through!)

(What a fun day!)

>>> <<<

(Ramos) [Alex] |Jasmine| <Altiare> {Nihil}

[Your head was pounding. You had been working hard to hone your mind reading to not ambiently look into the thoughts of others, but you were in no way prepared for THIS!!! You shut your eyes tightly, trying to sort your own thoughts, your parties, and the duplicate Mirabelle and Siffrin.]

[You breathe in, and out.]

[You were tuned out of the conversation, focusing only on those thoughts. With your thirst for knowledge as the fuel, you opened an eye to look at the two, and started to charge through their thoughts. Sorting them one by-)

⍫ (Curious, the execution is similar, yet the result in this reality is much more potent. Tell me, mind craft has come quite far in this reality, has it not?)

[You sharply inhale. The voice boomed in your ears louder than any thunderclap. It was one that felt powerful, knowledgeable, godlike in comparison. It felt of home, and it felt- STARS, answer the question. I, ha, well you’re asking the wrong person, whoever you are. You’d want that asshole, Perci.]

⍫ (Ah, the Historians? Oh of course he would be causing issues here as well.)

[Who are you anyway! Your thoughts are coming from the other Mirabelle, I hear others, too, so-]

⍫ (Ah but of course, my theology never came to light in this reality, no? If I were to hazard a guess, it would be the Shining One who would be in my place.)

[In your place- Stars above! You mentally stagger. You’re-]

⍫ (Yes yes now let’s move on-)

⍚ (We do not have time for this, let us retrieve Bayard and return.) 

[The second voice was just as intimidating as the first! You-]

“Wait, Siffrin? They didn’t die in this reality?”

[The caucus of thoughts were rendered silent by that one statement. Every person in that room had the same thought, except for two. The second Mirabelles, and the second Siffrins. The latter, however, drew your mind in like a moth to a flame. It, was-]

✦ (A pair of glowing red eyes look back at you, surrounded by tendrils and teeth in a vaguely human shape, a red and white star in it's chest. It's not human. Why. You can't stand looking at it. It's wrong. It's wrong it's wrong it's wrong it's wrong-)

✦ (You begin clawing at your body. Carving it into shape, even as it hurts. You feel it growing back, but you keep molding it. You grow skin, morph bone matter to cling to, and prune it into the right form. Still wrong, you can feel it underneath, those memories don't have that, you don't want the monster ones! 

✦ (You want the human ones!!)

✦ (You want Siffrin's!!!)

You stare stunned at the duo. Your mouth moves before your brain. “W-who- w-what, are you-

“Hey, Bayard! Rift is open enough, hop through!”

Before you can process it, the hound bounds through the rift in space, and it shuts tightly. Your head is spi{nning. Mind. Struggling to compartmentalize strong memory. You take it. Hold it close. You remember. Remember strange thing. Remember Mirabelle. Remember Expression. Remember Dragon. Remember Siffrin. Remember Fantasia. Remember.} 

{Hide memories, keep safe, for now. It will only confuse. If needed, you’ll bring back. But for now, rest. You have a headache.}

[propertyofkylar]

whitney finds out their slut knows nothing about sanrio (coughmecough) and tries to educate them on all the lore, but without making it obvious that they fucking love sanrio

-slp

my left knee hasn’t stopped hurting for the past 3 days, hoping some fluff/silly fics will distract me from the pain ;-;

ohhh this is a cute idea bestie ur prompts always slay. hope it makes u feel better!

m!whitney x gn!pc, no warnings just fluff :3

“Oh! How cute is this one!” You picked up a Hello Kitty plush on the shelf as you browsed the toy shop.

You were spending time with your boyfriend, who had begrudgingly agreed to visit the store with you, but not without complaining most of the way. Even now, he stood a few steps behind you, and every time you glanced back at him, he was either staring at the ceiling or his feet.

The smile on your face grew as you picked the plush next to the first one you spotted. “And this one! I didn’t know Hello Kitty could also be a bunny.”

“That’s My Melody.”

“Hm?” You turned around at the sound of Whitney speaking. He rolled his eyes and took a step closer to you.

“Don’t be so dumb, slut. Hello Kitty isn’t a bunny. This is My Melody. It’s just a different character made by Sanrio.”

“Oh…” you blinked slowly, a little put off by the insult. “I didn’t know.”

Whitney sighed. “Yeah, that’s what I would expect from a dumb orphan slut like you.” He stepped closer still and began pointing at different plushes on the shelf. “Hello Kitty is the most popular, but there’s a lot of different characters Sanrio has. See? The one with the black is Kuromi, that one goes along with My Melody. The frog is Keroppi. And this is Cinnamoroll,” he handed you an adorable soft, white toy. “You probably think this is a bunny too, but Cinnamoroll is actually a dog. So is that yellow one. That’s Pompompurin.”

You nodded, trying to keep up. “Okay. Wow. I didn’t know there were so many.”

Whitney picked up a green plush - he said that was Keroppi, right? - and turned it over in his hands. “Yeah. There’s a lot more, too. But I wouldn’t expect a shit store like this to carry those. They only sell the most popular characters here. The good shit you gotta import from Japan.”

“Okay…” you said again.

“Like I said,” Whitney repeated, placing the toy back down and fixing you with a stare. “I wouldn’t expect a stupid slut like you to know anything about it.”

You frowned, though, as something dawned on you. “Wait. How do you know all of this?”

Whitney didn’t say anything at first, but his stare grew icier. You subconsciously took a step back. “I mean…” you tried to say, but he lifted up a hand and with a quick swipe, he knocked over the entire display of toys. They came tumbling down with a crash. And when you opened your mouth to say something, Whitney used that same hand to push your shoulder, sending you flat on your ass.

He shook his head with a tsk, looking at the mess. “What a clumsy slut. Look what you did! How embarrassing. You better get up, too,” he looked over the top of your head. “Looks like the manager is coming, and he doesn’t look happy. See ya around, bitch.”

And with a quick mock-salute, he spun on his heel and sped out of the store, leaving you alone surrounded by plush toys on the floor.

[crazy-ache]

22 … elucien!!

22…in a rush of adrenaline. 

When Lucien suddenly grabs her, breaking them into a frantic run through the maze of the city streets, it is the first time they have ever held hands. 

Elain gripped his hold tightly, placing all of her trust in his lead. They were somewhere deep into the Fae lands of the Continent on their way to Vallahan. It was a particularly seedy town, one that Elain did not care for, one that made her heart race with fear at every turn. But there was no choice, as they were currently being trailed by dangerous enemies. All she could do was pump her legs faster as Lucien twisted them through various alleyways. From the slamming of footsteps, she could tell they were close. 

“In here,” he urged, whipping a door open so they could quickly duck inside. 

She wasn’t sure how Lucien selected which establishment to hide in, but a brothel had not even been close to an option in her mind. 

“Lucien—” Elain’s feet were frozen to the floor, her wide brown eyes taking in the cacophony of the room; the loud, sultry music reverberated across the open hall, a tangle of males and females scattered across velvet couches, tables, and bars, the strong scent of ale and sex permeating her senses like a fog. It was all so fae and full of vices and entirely foreign from anything she had ever seen in the mortal lands. 

But then Lucien was pulling her again, leading her to the back corner. A small couch in a secluded dark corner. She could hardly register what was happening as the adrenaline from their chase and panic was now colliding with the nerves of watching Lucien sit down and spread his muscular thighs open. “I’m sorry,” and she saw the genuine apology flash across his features before he pulled her into his lap in a quick motion. 

“What are we doing?” Elain breathed, watching him pull the hood of cloak closer to his face. “Hiding in plain sight,” Lucien answered, but his eyes were scanning the room behind her head closely. Perhaps they had been spending too much time together, but when his metal eye whirred frantically, she knew he had seen the assailants that had been chasing after them. 

Lucien looked nervous as he met her stare. Elain gave a quick glance around the room, and the pieces seemed to fall into place in understanding. She could hear their hearts rush in sync, warped by the echo of the music blasting in her ears. 

Hiding in plain sight. She understood what needed to be done. 

She threw her leg over until she straddled his lap. He tensed momentarily, then sank deeper into the cushion, spreading his legs further and resting his arm on the top of the couch—like a rakish male indulging himself in the services offered. His other hand gripped her waist. 

Face-to-face with nothing but a hairsbreadth between them. Her forehead met his as a means to help cover their faces. Tentatively, her hand found his scar—his most prominent and identifying feature, save for his molten red hair that was covered by his hood—and covered it with the palm of her hand. At her touch, Lucien inhaled her deeply, melting into her hand. Witnessing that singular moment made her breath hitch and unlock something deep inside her chest, like a spark waiting to blow. 

It was purely for survival that she surged against his lips. Lucien met her with a mutual eagerness as if he understood the script they needed to play, his fingers digging into the valley of her hips. It was purely for survival that their tongues danced with a sloppy force, teeth clattering, lips sucking, as if to fit into their sullied surroundings. And it was purely for survival that Elain found herself grinding her aching core into his already hard shaft. 

“Elain—” Lucien gasped, his own cheeks flushed with red as he pulled away to catch his breath. “They’re still here,” Elain said as she glanced over her shoulder before snapping her hips again in emphasis to keep the facade up. 

So she shoved Lucien’s face into the curve of her neck, savoring the sensation of his canines digging into her skin, his tongue lapping along her pulse. He played along effortlessly, his fingers skimming along her breasts. Elain wrapped her arms around his neck, closer, closer, closer until their bodies were an indistinguishable mess.

Her heart was still racing. She told herself it certainly wasn’t from the previous lie—because the pursuents had already long left. 

Kiss prompts.

[lattesqueeze]

💙 i am here requesting politely a drunken kiss for lando/charles...please........ thank you

hello my sweetie love!! thank you for your polite request!! please find below the attached kiss for your perusal

(i love you so so much thank you for this!!! made the brain go brrrrr)

Lando/Charles - Drunken Kiss - 700 words

“Lando, we can be world champion I said!!” A voice yells across the bar.

Charles and Lando turn to each other and roll their eyes in unison. A long-dead meme that seems to never quite leave them alone. Tonight, though, neither of them really mind. Tonight, Lando feels like he could be a world champion. Tonight, nobody can touch him. Tonight, Lando will go to bed a Formula One race winner. Assuming he goes to bed at all.

This is a fact he can’t quite get over yet. He expects it will take a few days at the very least for it to truly sink in.

The club is packed, and Lando has lost his friends somewhere deep in the crowd. He has a habit of wandering off blindly on his own, and frequently finds himself absorbed into a new group of complete strangers. Tonight is no different, and he relishes the attention from everyone who passes him by. Well, tonight would be no different, if he didn’t feel on top of the world right now.

He closes his eyes, swaying in a manner that he thinks is in time with the music. His shirt, previously only loosely buttoned, has somehow come entirely undone, his bare chest sticky with champagne and the remnants of a whole cocktail of shots. Each time he tips his head one way or the other, it feels as though his eyes and his brain take just a second longer to catch up, reminding him of the odd, lingering motion of stepping off a yacht after a weekend in the sun.

His mind wanders just enough before a firm hand clasps him on the shoulder. He doesn’t open his eyes straight away, only smiles. What’s another well-wisher, after all? He takes a deep breath, about to sigh contentedly, when he recognises a familiar, niche cologne. Only one person he has ever met wears this cologne.

“Charles?” He pronounces the name with a hard syllable, the English way.

“Lando, mate, we lost you!”

Lando leans back against Charles’ solid chest, relaxing his shoulders. He shrugs, still smiling so wide his lips part a little at the corners. He feels arms wrap around him, feels the snag of a crystal bracelet catching on the hairs of his own arm.

Someone, somewhere, tosses a huge Union Jack over Lando’s head, and he squeaks in alarm. The flag settles to cover him and Charles in a shroud of red, white, and blue. Charles laughs, moves to bundle up the flag, but Lando stops him, turning around to face him.

“Did I tell you before? You smell really good. Like, really good.” Lando leans forward to mumble into Charles’ ear.

Always polite, always gracious, Charles smiles and thanks Lando noncommittally, again going to wrap the flag around his hand to remove it from their heads. Again, Lando stops him, this time catching him by the wrist.

“I like it in here.”

He stares into Charles’ eyes, doing his very best to focus his own. Charles blinks, bemused.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asks, tilting his head to the side a little.

“Like what?” Lando feigns innocence, smiling sweetly. He thinks.

Charles just quirks an eyebrow at him.

“Like - I don’t know.”

“Are you serious?” Lando huffs. “Why do you think?”

Lando doesn’t leave space or time for Charles to answer. He closes the minuscule gap between them with no more than a lean, and presses his mouth against Charles’. Charles startles at the contact, but, crucially, doesn’t pull away. Lando takes this as a cue, and snakes his arms around Charles’ neck, shimmying his body ever-closer, wedging his leg snugly between Charles’ thighs.

Charles responds in kind, grinding against the stiff denim of Lando’s jeans. He squeezes him at the waist, at the hips, at the ass. He runs his thumb along Lando’s bones, his soft parts, the edges of each defined muscle. He toys with the front closure of Lando’s jeans. It’s all Lando can do to keep up with the desperate, breathy kisses, licking eagerly at Charles’ mouth and nibbling on his lip.

“Feels good, no? Winning.”

Lando whines in response.

“Can we go?” Lando begs, wrestling with the flag to bat it away.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Charles grins, offering some semblance of a wink.

[reikomakoto]

For the ask meme: 7, 8, 14, 42, 50 :)

Thank you for the ask! Now I can occupy myself with this and procrastinate on things I should be doing instead lol

7. What color dominates your closet?

Mostly neutral colors! So beige, brown, black, white, toned greens and blues. I don't really like dressing flashy x) But recently my favorite color's became red, so I've been buying more clothes with it :D (or at least meaning to, I don't shop very often)

8. Do you collect anything? If so, what?

!!! What do I not collect is the question. I am totally a dragon with a hoard. The hoard includes: feathers, rocks (both fancy minerals and simple (but interesting!) stones you can find on the street), dead insects or my pet invertebrates' molts, eva merch, trinkets that don't have any purpose beyond looking nice and collecting dust on my shelves lol

14. What are some places where you feel most at home?

Ah that's a difficult question, I guess I don't strictly have "places" but rather circumstances. And I feel most at home when submerged in water or when the sun is shining on my skin :) also when there are more or less familiar people around but that aspect is hard to describe.

A less romantic answer: my bed. I really do like to rest in my bed.

42. Do you have any games on your phone? If so, which one(s) is/are your favorite?

Thankfully I've been mobile-game-free for quite a while now, I get way too addicted to them so best solution is to just not download any... But my all-time favorite is Robot Unicorn Attack 2 :P

50. Describe your perfect sleeping conditions.

Quiet, but not too quiet. I like to sleep with a tilted window and hear the rustling of the trees outside. But I wouldn't be able to fall asleep with a clock ticking or someone snoring in the same room without the aid of earplugs.

[signetrings]

💬 + rumour is that you were seen sneaking out of the room of a certain curly haired bookworm

send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it. | accepting

draco doesn't react. to react was to confirm, and he'd prefer not to deal with the repercussions if he had already called it quits. though, it doesn't stop him from internally cringing at the rumour. he's silently cursing at himself for being so reckless the last time he'd been in granger's room. it was amateur behaviour to have snuck out so late in the morning. draco might as well have just announced to the entire safe house that the two had been fucking. "isn't there anything better to talk about?" he responds harshly. "maybe we can go over the list of wizards and witches who've died or gone missing this past week. surely that'll remind you that there are bigger matters at hand?"

[abyssal-author-and-artist]

new record for longest one-shot I've ever written! Whoo! 4000+ words of Dipper Pines on his period

Some Problems Need to Be Fixed With Chocolate - Abyssal_Author_Artist - Gravity Falls [Archive of Our Own]

[cursingtoji]

So I read a short drabble where someone said geto knew 5 languages and now I've been imagining him as a rogue spy / assassin who travels the world. He's so good as masking that he would be so good at it

literal goosebumps cause this week i saw a satire about sleeping with a guy and in the morning finding out he’s a spy and i was like “mmm fanfic potential but i let’s bury it for now”

spy!geto would be so charming at first you wonder if he’s some kind of mentalist

he keeps the conversation about his job very short, resuming it in saying he’s a translator

which doesn’t raise any suspicion when he says he has to go on a work trip for several weeks

also explains why he so often uses pet names in different languages

“cariño” 38 dead 155 injured

spy!geto also convinces you to let him teach you self defense “in case something happens and he’s not around” 🤨

which turns out to be quite unproductive cause you don’t want to get out when he puts you in a headlock ☺️

also you’re a translator sir why do you know kung fu

from time to time he gets you a plane ticket (with a lucky first class upgrade) to join him for the weekend at whatever city he’s “working” currently

looking at him with heart eyes when he talks to locals in their language perfectly

[galaxymooing]

ms paint stormtail request for a friend

[zelda7999]

-slides in- hello hello I bring an imagine but with details~!

Agent Neon and Eclipse having to -GASP- go undercover for a social event! Neon is using a new recording device and comm device which Eclipse wants to be sure is working so he sits down in a nearby hotel room about one building away from Neon's event. Eclipse always being present over comms, his voice coming in to distract whenever Neon is feeling overwhelmed, his soothing words keeping them grounded. sometimes even cutting in with information to help Neon keep afloat within a conversation. it never feels like he's too far.

and then after the event, when Neon gets back to the hotel room, it's immediately to a greeting of four hands gently taking their hands, cupping their cheek, brushing over their head. "you did so well! I'm very proud. let me take over now." and Eclipse helping Neon get to bed and sleep and just recover the next day. many cuddles and casual pampering~ - @clxckwork-sun-n-moon

hey so uh... I have been hoarding this since dec 27th 2022 sooooo.... here ya go!

You did this. You caused ANOTHER chapter LMAO you can thank your past self for sending thoughts at me XDDD

Please enjoy!~

[isjasz]

Stellar death

[featherfangart]

'Just like a muse to me, you are a mystery'

[swordmaid]

sun goes down 🌟

astarion x tav commission for @/alays.version over on instagram. she’s consoling him after burning in the pier 😔🫶

[lil-lemon-snails]

[cranity]

The Strongest Generation [One Night Only!]

[timethehobo]

Dressing the blorbo up just because. 🫢