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[cyberrose2001]

Under Pressure

MTMTE Rodimus x Reader

GRAHH SURPRISE!!!!

Relic and I have been... discussing... very hard about an ask they got a couple days ago so I wrote this eheh (THANK YOU FOR DISCUSSING THIS WITH ME AND LETTING ME WRITE THIS ILY)

Also please yell at me if I forgot any warnings!

Loosely based of this ask over on @callsign-relic's blog

Warnings: Human reader, Giant/Tiny, Dub-Con(?), Nocturnal emission, Crack fic(?)

Word count: 1,887

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Rodimus denies it every time, but he's a heavy sleeper. He snores like a congested rhino; he constantly sets twelve alarms that only barely stir him from his slumber. Despite being captain of the ship, his sleep schedule is far from tip-top shape.

And no, you're not a stalker. You're just Rodimus' observant little 'pet' human, always there, with a California king on his bedside dresser. Yeah, you're treated like royalty by an incredibly hard-to-deny hot alien robot.

So, as the ship ventured further into deep space and the nights got colder, you whined and begged to stay with him.

Rodimus was very hesitant to let you join him in the berth. As much as he cared about you and would kill an army for you, he didn't want to accidentally kill you, which was very much a possibility in any scenario on this ship. But he caved. You had mastered the sad, wet cat look, and Rodimus had the willpower of a rock.

Relishing in victory, you're curled up comfortably against Rodimus' lower plating for the third consecutive night in a row, warmed by the large servo of a sleeping giant. The entire palm of his hand covers your back in subconscious protection, and every so often, you feel a twitch of one digit. It's tranquility and a rare comfort, the touch of another you haven't felt since being on earth.

Until he rolls over.

Rodimus, choking on his snores, flips over onto his stomach and nearly tosses you off the berth if not for the grip he has on you. Despite almost winding you and making an audible 'Oof' sound, he doesn't wake up, his unconscious body assuming another comfortable position.

It takes you a few moments to register what the fuck just happened, but you realise that you're now underneath Rodimus. Almost his entire body weight is now pressed against you and pins you to the berth.

Oh god, you think to yourself.

This is less than ideal; this was not supposed to happen. How the hell are you, a tiny ass human, supposed to get out from under him? You probably shouldn't even be alive right now with how restricted your breathing is, not to mention how hard he flopped on top of you. But thankfully, with how Rodimus' legs have fallen into position, it leaves you with just enough room for your chest to rise and fall.

"God." You whine, muffled as your cheeks squish against his abdominal plating.

Your mind runs wild as you try to think of a way out. Maybe he'll just roll over again soon? God, you hope so; you can handle only so much weight, and Rodimus feels like he could hold down a cargo ship. Probably because he can.

But until then, however long that may be, you need to try something at least.

"Rodimus?" You try to wiggle but to no avail. He has you pinned pinned, and you use what little breath you have to yell out to him, "Hello? Are you awake or what?"

A loud, seemingly exaggerated snore replies to you. He's still deep in recharge, ruining any chance you have of waking him up yourself. You try to use your nails to scratch the surface of his frame, hoping it would tickle him or something, but that doesn't work either.

"Great." You roll your eyes, only you would ever end up in this type of situation. If only you had listened to Rodimus when he first said no, then you wouldn't be currently experiencing a near death experi-

"Y/n..." Rodimus' hoarse voice crackles above you, sending vibrations through your bones.

"Oh, thank god," You sigh in relief. You attempt to wiggle around some more, hoping to get his attention this time, "Listen, can you get off me now? This kinda hur-"

You squeak softly in pain as his sharp pelvis presses against you, and you hear your name again. This time, though, the tone of his voice came out as a whine, like a soft plea.

Because of where you were positioned before you became a pea under a princess' tower of mattresses, Rodimus' lower panels rested right against your stomach. This means you can feel his panels start to bulge slightly.

Oh no, you think to yourself bleakly once again. You're not sure how similar Cybertronian anatomy is to humans, apart from a crude explanation by an engex drunk Swerve. Still, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that you're feeling him getting hard. Putting two-and-two together using two out of the five senses, you've realised that Rodimus is nearly boner deep in a wet dream.

And not to assume, but you're thinking that the star of the show is you.

It's also the wrong time to cackle to yourself about getting crushed by your crush.

You might have some issues to work out after with Rung.

"Oh fuck," You reasonably panic, trying to push against his heavy frame weakly with your pinned arms, "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck-"

You start to thrash against Rodimus when your arms fail, your tiny body rubbing up against him. This doesn't help at all, you've come to realise but actually digs you in a deeper hole as he begins to rock his pelvis into you.

Rodimus moans your name again as he sleepily grinds against you. Whatever he's dreaming of, it must be an insanely hot pornographic fantasy of you. The bulge grows bigger, pining you down further into the berth. He shutters and lets out a soft groan before his plating shifts, and you feel a very thick, very hard, and very hot object slide up against you.

Oh god, it's his dick.

Swerve might not have told you all the details, but he seemed to conveniently leave out how fucking huge Cybertronian cocks are.

As if you thought this couldn't get any more debilitating, you now have the head of Rodimus' spike pressing against your face. It's as if the Alaskan bull worm had slithered up between yourself and Rodimus to give you a kiss. The behemoth of baggage has already started leaking what you would believe would be the Cybertronian equivalent to pre-cum, smearing all across your face.

At this significant turn of events, you've realised you have come to a crossroads.

Either struggle and continue to wiggle and wrangle your way out from under him, but risk pleasuring him, whether or not he could feel you squirming against him anyway with how small you are compared to it. Or, the more realistic and obtainable outcome, lie still and take it until he wakes up from an orgasm.

Who are you kidding? You don't have much of a choice at all. Both options risk you drowning in alien robot cum. It's wishful thinking as Rodimus starts to rut against your entire body again.

"Y/n..." He whimpers again, though very garbled and unintelligible. Every roll of his hips causes more pre-cum to dribble against your face and down your chest, and with each, it spreads all around in between yourself and his train-sized spike. Making an absolute mess of you.

If you weren't getting humped up against right now, you would indeed find a way to kill him for ruining your only set of pajamas.

"Rodimus-" You gag as a spurt of pre-cum falls into your mouth, "Guh- Rodimus stop-"

His work of venting increases, and so does his rutting. The comatose mech gasps and hitches his breath, oblivious to your cries and pleas for him to stop. He pushes up against you in heated desperation, fucking into your soft body like a grind pad.

"Rodimus! Wake the fuck up!" You start to heat up yourself; the increased pressure and friction of his plating will give you a fucked up version of carpet burn if he doesn't wake up. Sweat drips from your skin, adding even more lubricant to his incessant grinding.

"Wha- Oh, Primus!" Rodimus rears his drool-covered helm and cries out in equal confusion and unrestrained pleasure. He's woken up by his overload as he shoots his load up against you, flooding the minimal empty space left between you both with hot transfluid.

"Oh god-" You couldn't close your mouth in time when a spurt of transfluid hit you in the face, causing you to cough and spit it back out, only for more to splat you in the face.

Rodimus moans tiredly, shuttering violently as his spike pulses and leaks the remainder of his overload against the berth.

Or what he thought was the berth. Since when did he use a self-service mod on his spike? Especially when he shares a room with-

"Hey!" Cough, "Are you done?"

His optics slam open in horrific realisation.

"Oh no," Rodimus rolls over onto his back, his softened wet spike flopping against his abdominal plating, "Oh no, no, no..."

He looks down where he once lay, and his face plates flush a bright blue. Laying in a puddle of his transfluids was you, his little human, sopping wet with a highly unimpressed look on your tiny face.

"Oh Primus, Y/n," Rodimus scoops you up in his servos, gently tossing you from hand to hand as he wrings them off his transfluids, "I am so sorry, I- frag what was I thinking!" Rodimus babbles and holds you to his face, "Are you okay? God, I'm so stupid-"

"Ughh," You lay limply in his palm, exhausted and out of breath, "After that... I don't know anymore."

Rodimus hides his blush with a servo before pinching the bridge of his nose, "I'm glad you're okay, but what were you doing down there?"

"Great question," You lift your head up to deadpan him, then eventually drag yourself to sit up. Sticky, pink transfluid drips down your body. Your face, and hair, are all drenched in him, "It's not like you rolled over in your sleep and had me pinned for nearly half an hour. What the hell?"

Rodimus blinks, and his face turns a deeper shade of blue as he rubs the back of his neck, "Oh, so that's why I had that dream about you..."

Is he serious right now?

"Oh, you think?" You wipe your lip when it starts to drip into your mouth, "I think I could tell when you started moaning my name in your sleep."

"Well, you're just so tiny and soft and-" The red and yellow mech bites the knuckles of the servo not holding you in embarrassment. "But what was I supposed to do, huh? Hold it in?"

God, he is.

"I'm literally gonna kill you, Rodimus." You shiver, his transfluids cooling against your skin. You can't believe he dares to look you in the eye, "I am never begging to nap with you ever again, or maybe at least warn me next time."

"No offense taken," Rodimus nods in agreement for once, watching you wring your hair out, "I'm sorry, Y/n, I really am. I can help clean you up? As a sincere apology from yours truly?"

"As long as I don't come into contact with more of this stuff," You flick a bead of transfluid off your finger into his direction, "And you better be sorry, or it'll be a long time before I might actually let you fuck me."

"Wait, you'll what-" Splat, "EWUGH!!"

[mcyt-aro-week]

Welcome to MCYT Aro Week!

What's that? MCYT Aro Week is a week to celebrate aromanticism in the Minecraft YouTube fandom! We noticed there wasn't a lot of hype for aro CCs, characters or headcanons, so we want to celebrate them! As with most appreciation weeks, you can create any kind of art (including writing, music, webweaves, playlists, anything really!) inspired by the prompts!

How will it work? The event will have two prompts per day, and participants can choose between them or combine them! During the week of the event, please tag our blog and use the #mcyt aro week tag on your post, and we'll reblog your creations! The event will run for a week, with different prompts assigned to each day, but if you need to post your creations late that's okay too! We'll reblog creations for the event for at least a week after the event ends, so that all late submissions still get to be featured!

Who's running it? This event is run by 4 mods:

Mod Rain (they/them) - @stardustanddaffodils

Mod Khads (she/he) - @ctommy-antigone, formerly @/clethos

Mod Pixie (she/they) - @severevoiddragon

Mod Vwoop (they/it/ey/vwoop) - @ranvwoop

Okay, when is it? 6th-12th October!

What are the prompts?

October 6: QPR / Celebration October 7: Acceptance / Battle October 8: ___ to Friends / Pets October 9: Aplatonic / Space October 10: Flowers / Wedding October 11: Community / Magic October 12 & 13: Halloween / Free Choice

FAQ & Previous Events under the cut!

March 11 - March 17 2024

March 11: Unconventional relationships / Trope subversion

March 12: Loveless / AU

March 13: Solidarity / Hobbies

March 14: Aro joy / Adventure

March 15: Spectrum / Baking

March 16: Coming out / Found family

March 17: Aromantic (free day!!)

FAQ

"Can I do headcanons?" Absolutely!

"What is aromanticism?" Aromantic means you do not feel romantic attraction to others, but it's a wide spectrum ranging from absolutely no attraction, to little, or anything in between!

"Can I do asexual instead?" We're prefer you not to. You're welcome to do aroace (aromantic asexual) characters, as this still includes aromantic, but we'd prefer not to swap to asexual, as they are two separate identities!

"How about NSFW stuff?" We'd prefer not, but since we can't stop you, we simply won't reblog any NSFW art!

Do I need to create for all the days? Nope! However much you want to or are able to participate is perfectly fine!

"What counts as aromantic?" However you want! Any portrayal is great!

More questions to come!

[elriel-month]

Elriel Month 2025🌸🦇

Hi everyone!

We are so excited to present the official prompt descriptions for the fifth-ever ELRIEL MONTH!! Like the previous few years, we will have two prompts per week that center on different aspects and scenarios of the relationship between Elain and Azriel. We aim to foster a positive space for us to celebrate our favorite Seer and Shadowsinger. Remember to tag us (@elriel-month) to be featured on this page!

We cannot wait to celebrate with you! 🦇🌸💙🗡🌹

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🎨 Art: tpiola_ (IG) | Comm: bookishbiologist (IG)

Rules and bi-weekly prompts under the break!

RULES:

✷ Participation of each day/prompt is optional!

✷ Ideally, post your art/work on the week of the prompt. However, if you cannot post on time, post whenever you can.

✷ Elriel month will be across Tumblr, Twitter, and Instagram.

✷ If you want to be featured on this blog please tag @elriel-month in your posts so we can reblog them

✷ On Tumblr while posting your piece of work please use the following hashtags:  #elrielmonth #elrielmonth25 #elrielmonth2025

✷ No hate or slander towards other characters!

✷ Your submission can be a fanart, fanfics/oneshots, edits, gifset, moodboard, playlist - anything you deem acceptable.

✷ The final prompt is free choice - you can indulge your own prompt or Elriel fantasy!

✷ Be respectful of other people’s work. Do not repost without permission and credit.

Prompts

Death & the Maiden: May 1-4

In many ways, Elain and Azriel embody the "Death and the Maiden" trope: Elain personified as goodness and light, and Azriel as the broody, dark warrior surrounded by shadows. This prompt is all about exploring Elriel's light and dark aesthetic. How do you see this dynamic playing out?

🎨: jjflorentina (IG) | Comm: lunepapillons_ (IG) & gigiblodyn (twitter)

Star-Crossed: May 5-7

From the moment Rhys commanded Azriel to stay away from Elain, a great forbidden romance was born. Use this prompt to explore Elriel's star-crossed story: how do you see them defying fate (and their High Lord) to be together, despite the odds?

🎨: lacampanule (IG) | Comm: lazydaisyreads (IG)

Guilty as Sin: May 8-11

It wouldn't be an Elriel Month without an opportunity to explore our favorite couple's sexy sides. For this prompt, it's time to get spicy and highlight the chemistry between Elain and Azriel. Feel free to make things as NSFW as you'd like them to be!

🎨: artyventurer (IG) | Comm: emilysbookishtales (IG)

Free Will & True Love: May 12-14

Throughout the series, SJM emphasizes the importance of choice and free will - and this prompt is your chance to delve into how those things will play out for Elriel. What lengths will they go to choose each other? Will there be a grand "I choose you!" declaration?

🎨: eguardx (IG)| Comm: jasmineandshadows (IG) & purpleunicornc_ (IG)

The Eyes & Ears of the Night Court: May 15-18

With Elain's gifts as a Seer and Azriel's skills as the Spymaster, these two are quite literally the eyes and ears of the Night Court. Let's explore how Elain and Azriel's powers complement each other. Do you imagine them working together? Undertaking spy missions? Using their powers to help one another?

🎨: honeyypears (IG) | Comm: cassianfanclub_ (IG)

Fairytales: May 19-21

We certainly hope that Elain and Azriel have a fairytale romance in their future! For this prompt, indulge all your most whimsical, romantic ideas about Elriel. Maybe you want to explore a fairytale AU, or imagine them waltzing through a ballroom together - let your imagination run wild!

🎨: elainem97 (IG)

Peace & Quiet: May 22-25

As Feyre observes, Elain and Azriel find a peaceful refuge in each other. Use these days to explore Elriel's domestic life. How do you imagine their quiet moments at home? How do they spend their time together, and what hobbies do they share? What is their family life like?

🎨: adduani (IG) | Comm: elain_kingslayer (IG)

Visions of the Future: May 26-28

It's time to channel your inner Elain Archeron and make some predictions: what do you think the future has in store for Elriel? Now's your chance to share all your theories and predictions about how you see the future unfolding for these two lovebirds. The possibilities are endless!

🎨: lynx_illustration (IG) | Comm: duskcowboy_ (IG) & morganssecretgarden (IG)

Free Day: May 29-31

For the final days of Elriel Month, feel free to celebrate Prythian's prettiest couple however you see fit. There's only one rule for this prompt: show your love for Elriel. Beyond that, the sky's the limit!

🎨: salihace (IG) | Comm: lovelyfawnx (IG)

[multifariousqueer]

Felix Catton Headcannons 💛🪩

a/n: AHHHHH ITS SO GOOD TO BE BACK!! i revamped the blog so hopefully its more authentic and grown up. however, still respect my policy of black reader(no messy buns and crimson red cheeks sorry{not sorry}) being the main reader and smut still happening on this page. I’ll lyk when requests are open again(hopefully soon) and yeah! To all of my new friends, hi!!!! I’m multifarious and hopefully I can provide as much brainrot as possible. i have no intention changing my name rn but still be respectful and kind always 🫶🏽🫶🏽

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, cute scenarios, kissing, suggestive language, that’s all(for now 😏)

summary: just some good ol’ Felix brain rot and headcanons(ik yall missed them)

Felix Catton headcanons

You two first met at Oxford and he was immediately intrigued. You shocked him when you asked what one of his wristbands meant and he answered with a pleasant smile and you retorted that you had been there before. He smiled and asked for your name which you happily obliged in giving him.

You went to a pub and saw him again and he asked where you were headed and when you answered, he huffed and insisted that you stay with him instead.

He spent the entire night holding you by the small of your back and being very touchy and you were giggly(whether from the alcohol or his intoxicating energy still leaves something to be desired).

Felix walked you back to your dorm where you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

He was spotted by you in the library and he struck up a conversation about where you are from and your hobbies:

“A pretty girl like you must be from somewhere special”-he said

“Oh! No, I’m just from(enter state or city here)”- your ears fell hot and you felt yourself melt into his gaze.

“Ahhhh I think I’ve heard of that place before” even when he hasn’t

“Oh haha yeah. So what about you?” You chuckled, picking up on his white lie.

“Oh my family just owns a house in Saltburn, have you heard of it? It’s kind of small” he said modestly

“No sorry. I don’t know much about the UK besides the Beetles” you laughed

Felix chuckled at this and he found your naivety cute and endearing

He introduced you to most of the things in the UK and over time, you started getting closer

Actual headcanons:

-Spoils you relentlessly and doesn’t understand the concept of not doing so. To him, you’re a princess and you deserve to be treated so.

-His friends don’t like you because you aren’t wealthy(unless you are, slay queen or king) but Felix doesn’t care.

-Asks you if you want to smoke and accepts when you say no

-Has fluffy hair and mewls when you run your hands through it

-Kisses you when you wake up and when you try to push him off of you, he just grabs your hands and kisses them too.

-Makes you look like a ragdoll(and throws you around like one too ;)

-Loves picking you up and spinning you around while kissing you

-Doesn’t understand the concept of personal space when it comes to you but fully expects you to give him space when he needs it

-Loves to hold your hand and play with your fingers while making comments about how small you are compared to him

-Plays with your feet when you’re sleeping next to each other

-Helps you with your homework when needed

-He loves tanning and even though you’re already tan, he will ask you to come and read to you during it

-Reassures you whenever he gets hit on and playfully blows girls off

-If you’re getting flirted with, he will go out of his way to make the other guy feel like a third wheel by kissing you, spinning you, and calling you pet names while nuzzling your nose

-Begs you to go to Saltburn; when you do, his entire family loves you.

-His mom cups your face in her hands and remarks about how pretty you are.

-You two gossip while Felix rolls his eyes and makes comments

-Felix calls your parents and flys out to meet them

-They love him(he took his piercing out so they wouldn’t think he was a freak)

-He is horrible at Just Dance and when he messes up, he pushes you slightly so that you mess up too

-This leads to him flopping on the floor while holding you and laughing

-TOTAL GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOY

-Felix is super protective and he tracks your location 24/7 and asks you about it when you come home

-If he is lying anywhere, he will pull you into him and kiss you into a full makeout session

-Anyways FELIX SOLOS YOUR FAVS

[banquetwriter]

saw you asked for viktor x reader requestssss, may i ask for some fluffy modern au ones? love your blog!!

AN: tysm !! and yes i love for modern au!viktor bc maybe he has a chance to be happy :((

warnings: i mention the pandemic a lil and some sad stuff about his disability but over all fluff :), ooc viktor bc im not used to writing him rip

i feel like in any universe viktor has nightmares, in a modern world he would wake with a jolt of fear, drenched in sweat. eyes dark and sunken in. his leg is killing him and he sighs peering at the time. 2:34 am. ahh of course he cannot possibly get a full nights sleep.

he doesn’t want to wake you of course. you need your sleep, more than him but he just can’t handle it. the pain sometimes it’s just too much. he rubs his forehead reaching for his phone and dialing your number. to his delight and concern you awnser almost immediately. “viktor?” your worried voice says through the phone.

“are you ok? did something happen.” you ask, your voice isn’t tired- like it should be. “no- just another bad dream i’m afraid. why aren’t you sleeping?” he asked with a small amused smirk.

silence met him on the other end “darling you need to sleep-“ he tries to reason before you cut him off complaining about how he never sleeps.

definitely still a work-a-holic… can’t for a moment pull himself away from work. in a modern world he is definitely still a scientist… maybe working in the medical field? possibly! the tech world seems most likely….

he’d always have accesses to the newest gadgets and do-dads. stuff that blows your mind but for him? another tuesday. and for being as technologically advanced as he is he doesn’t care much for tv show or modern movies…

he’d like the classics of course but he strikes me more as a classic ligature guy… maybe just some self projecting but some gothic lit perhaps?

he also eats extremely healthy. and when he does eat it’s not to enjoy the food it’s purely to keep him going… and your snacking habits and fast food would amuse him slightly.

of course he’d get invited to speak at many tech (or medically i’m telling you i can see him in the prosthetic industry) events. jayce forcing him to get all black suit and tie fancy. which he would hate.

what he wouldn’t hate would be seeing you all done up pretty/handsome, wondering how he managed to trick you into falling in love with him.

viktor sat in front of his full length mirror (a space specifically for him to be able to down while getting ready) adjusting his tie before using his crutch to stand up. the only thought running through his mind was how much he didn’t wanna go

then he saw you rush out of the bathroom “ugh we are gonna be late” you said worried putting in your earrings or adjusting your own tie. but viktor didn’t here your complaint. he saw his beautiful partner. his love struck eyes followed as you rush to his mirror. he slipped a hand around your waist.

you turn to him finally done adjusting your outfit he just smiles back. “you clean up nice.” you whisper before planting a small kiss on his cheek. if you wear lipstick he admires the mark before regrettably rubbing the mark off.

and even if you don’t wear it he can feel the spot burn all night long as he watches jayce mingle through the crowd.

since his right leg is the leg he needs his crutch for i think it’s safe to assume he can’t drive. he most likely could when he was younger when he used the cane not the crutch but even then after a few years he most likely wouldn’t be able to

and even if it sounds a little uncharacteristic i think he would have a personal driver. he is definitely making bank in the tech (or medically yk yk) field, especially being an inventor.

so he wouldn’t have one to be an ass but simply because he cannot walk places and the modern world relies on cars… if you can drive he much prefers you to do it however.

during the pandemic since he is most likely immune compromised i don’t see a world where he goes out much before let alone after a global pandemic. which makes his anxiety worse.

it’s better for his pain to be able to run his business from home or a quarantined lab but his mental health suffers. when the band are lifted and your allowed to go out more he has a panic attacks a lot.

during zoom calls sometimes you’d be just out of frame holding his hand as you read or something. it took a while and a lot of convincing but he eventually started to go to therapy

ik big deal for mr i don’t deserve anything good in my life…

as his health declines and he is forced to stay home rather than choosing to stay home he becomes close to bed ridden. you quit your job to help care for him more full time. he hates it.

he hates the pitty looks from jayce and all the people that worked for hextech. he doesn’t have to worry about money of course… but he wishes the world would allow him more time.

i don’t know how modern the medicine is in piltover but i’m assuming it’s decently close to ours ??? and if so he would decline at about the same rate. if our modern world has better medicine than of course he takes advantage of it to a point

until having to pop 5 pills every three hours takes a toll and he slowly stops taking them.. but he always has you to remind him why he takes them. so after increasing his therapy sessions he starts to take them again.

i’d imagine he likes to spend every domestic moment he can. massaging your legs as they lay across his lap as you ramble on about whatever tv show your watching. chuckling at your reactions as he reads

being able to brush his teeth with you in the shower… just the pure domestic bliss he basks in. having a lonely childhood he is has never been more happy to experience a life with people he loves !!

[solar-serpent]

🌈Based on your talents, what business should you launch?💰🪙

Hello! I hope everyone is doing great. I'm going through a phase where I started wondering if I wanted to go back to work for an employer, or even if it was worthy after I've acknowledged all my potential and the fact no one would ever pay for the real price of my work. Aquarium era is hitting me harder, and I bet you too are feeling this call to reach financial freedom. We deserve it.

I want to contribute with your awakening.

Please take a deep breath, focus on what's in front of you and pick the picture you feel more attracted to.

Pile I → Pile II

Pile III → Pile IV

🌱Pile I🌱

OMG, pile 1, you are so kind and empathetic that people want to open up to you and ask for your opinion/advice on topics such as recent breakups, petty fights with mom, best friend betrayal drama and so. Even though that's not the main purpose for them going into your store/business. If you weren't an entrepreneur, you could've been an excellent therapist since your serene demeanor and polite speech would make others believe they are speaking to a good friend. You show you care for what you are being told by providing meaningful replies, and I could swear people go crazy over your attentive gaze. Some of you are natural, others are really good actors (no one is to be judged here). Your patience and warm personality real or not sells, people could purchase anything from your business if you are the one assisting, which can be a boomer if you are aiming for leaving someone else in charge and doing the counts behind the scenes, knowing you are one of the best sellers.

You could own a coffee store given how good you are at building spaces where people will gather and feel safe. Not only that, you can create beautiful settings that will make others immerse in a new world like the tea room from a dollhouse or within a Monet painting. You will succeed at making them distance themselves from real world's problems, thus they could be more open to speak about something that feels so far away. To be honest, I don't think everyone that chose this pile would identify with this business idea. For some serving, cooking and simping chai latte over the daily gossips feels like a waste of their potential. You guys are right, another part of group which's artsy in nature is more aligned with fashion, beauty, and textiles. But I swear you all have the potential to manifest large amounts of money in one sale. I didn't have to crack my head open thinking about what type of business could allow that as designing is your strong suit. You are a master when it comes to making colors, fabrics. and whatnot march. A small part of this group loves sweets and how food can make others happy, therefore you could settle down for having a bakery and specializing on wedding cakes. However, some of you are contemplating the idea of running a drift or wedding dress store. For the ones willing to work with the brides, I assure your business will do well. You have the patience of a Greek hero going against the gods' will, so I see you nailing sales that took plenty of your time and energy.

I hope this reading was to your liking♡. I'm offering paid readings about this topic here. You can find more free content on my blog.

🌱Pile 2🌱

I didn't know "giving a fuck" was a talent until I drew your cards, dear pile 2. You are strong people, you don't care if others start hating you for doing your job. Like 5% of the people who picked this pile dreamed with being a hitman and go ahead guys, you'll do great. Now, a large percent of you have questionable morals, allowing you to work in fields where you can turn corrupted and earn wealth as a politician, lawyer, or even a doctor. I know those are career choices, but the real business for you is owning agencies, institutes, clinics, and funeral homes. I am not even making the latter up. Some of you won't care about the taboo-ish nature of your work. You approach business with level-headedness and practicality, thus if it pays wells as any other job related to humans needs... dealing with the deads is easier than their family but you will still do the job or you will hire someone to do it eventually. Curiously, you are great at making people feel better. You aren't that talkative, but you know how to make others laugh with your silly jokes, pulling weird faces, providing them with food or water and much needed space.

Some of you are radicals and into activism. You have plenty of pent-up anger and aggressiveness inside of you that you will directed at facing opposing forces. You might start a charitable cause and talk people into volunteering. Yeah, I know it won't give you money or not so much, but hear me out! You could own an institute for people with special needs or another for learning languages. There's a high chance you might end up working with foreigners, what gave you that business idea when you thought on how to help them improve their lifestyle. Some of you could be interested in farming or owning a supermarket. You would feel inclined to hire immigrants regardless of the consequences. Actually, what are consequences to you? You don't fucking care. You see people suffering, you help them. There's no other logic in your brain.

I hope this reading was to your liking♡. I'm offering paid readings about this topic here. You can find more free content on my blog.

🌱Pile 3🌱

Ok, guys, I love how unbothered you are when it comes to your line of work and what people have to say about it. Unlike pile 2, you are not interested in top positions that might lead to corruption, dirty money and living a very intense life. You are the complete opposite, you are humble and like to contribute to the community. You have a great intuition and observation skills, so upon checking your town or the place you want to install your business in, you will know what spot in the market needs to be filled right away. You can also tell what the community's needs are; you are not afraid of getting your hands dirty, so you could feel inclined to run a fish or convenience store. I feel like you want to belong, so not only your business won't cover a necessity, but also will turn into something traditional, even "iconic" for your neighbourhood. Is a music store still a thing? I feel like a small part of this group longs to have one.

You have all what it takes to manifest a long-lasting business. You are highly talented at nurturing and you might see your business like a "baby". It's not just your money source, but something to care about and fight for. Some of you might be interested in running an esoteric shop, where people is going to get their cards read or purchase herbs, incienses, candles, and so on. Mostly, this pile wants to have an unique business or for it to be the sole provider of something. E.g, you might own the only bookstore with coffee services at town. Also, I believe some of you will settle for moving out to a town or the countryside and start a business over there.

I hope this reading was to your liking♡. I'm offering paid readings about this topic here. You can find more free content on my blog.

🌱Pile 4🌱

Hello, guys! This pile is slightly different from the rest since I feel like going straight to the point and sparing unnecessary details, but I might annoy you as I'm not leaving nothing unsaid. You are known for being busy and most times you seem to be in a hurry. You are always working on something, even in high school your friends knew you were too invested on your studies and earning money than hanging out with people your age. You probably like technology and travelling, so you could own a business like a travel agency (in your country or another), transport or event planning company. In all honesty, you might end up running all three of them. The term "workaholic" does not make justice to what you are, but I will call you a genius. You were born to steal the spotlight by your innovative style at the moment of giving birth to your ideas into the real world. You can mix all your interests together and create a new business that will leave people gawking, like an app who allows users to match with vacation spots instead of people or something like that?

Some of you will rather work with tourists, renting cars, boats, and properties so their basic needs are covered. I don't know how many of you are sporty but you are adamant about turning one of your interests/hobbies in your business. You might run your own indoor rock climbing centre. If you were to ask me for specifications on what's your talent, I would say you are a natural when it comes to businesses and you hold such control over your emotions. You put your sole focus on work, nothing can distract you from achieving your goals. Not even your family, so I can see you making up to your dear ones with expensive gifts or generous check after you missed an important family event again.

I hope this reading was to your liking♡. I'm offering paid readings about this topic here. You can find more free content on my blog.

[dyktvideogamesfx]

Rules and the like!

Song poll blog inspired by things like @doyoulikethis-videogame-song, @doyoulikethissong-poll and Guess the Game.

The general gist is similar to most if not all of these blogs in which a small clip of SFX from a video game will be isolated and posted here, with polls for people to vote on how well known it is.

This page'll most likely be updated the more this kinda stuff goes on.

Should go without saying but transphobes, aphobes and exclusionists are not welcome here.

Submissions are: CLOSED

General FAQ:

Do you take submissions: Yes! Though only when submissions are open. This will be through a google form that will open and close periodically, whenever I have the time!

Will there be scheduled posts at specific times?: Right now I'm scheduling around 3 posts at 4pm GMT every day, though this may change with my own schedule/if submissions are running low.

I'll do my best to keep it going! :D

What is your name/pronouns: You can call me Smudge. He/They. Nice to meet you :3

Can we say the answer in the tags?: I would prefer if people didn't as this goes against the spirit of the game- However, very vague hints are fine by me! Be warey of spoilers in the notes if you want to play along!

My submission wasn't posted?: I will post every submission I get to the best of my ability but if I cannot locate or find the isolated audio I will have skip as game noise can warp or disturb the sound itself. I will do my best to find it isolated beforehand, but if I cannot then it must be skipped, apologies!

A good resource for finding game SFX is The Sound Resource but unfortunatly not every game has a clean rip for its sounds!

Can we submit voicelines?: This is tricky, mostly yes.

I would say things like Hornet's "SHAW" from Hollow Knight count for this blog and I would accept them vs something like a clip from Cave Johnson's Lemon Rant I would not accept! Use your best judgement when submitting, but voicelines and clips are not specifically off of the table.

This SFX was used somewhere else!: This blog will run both on submissions and generally what the sound is more associated with rather than its original source! Not every SFX is original and some are used from specific sound libraries. The Roblox OOF, for example, comes from a game named Messiah - however, since it is more well known for its inclusion in Roblox, thats what this blog will use as its source if thats how its submitted.

I will also be going off of what people say is the Context/Source for a game so sorry if that is ever wrong! If it is entirely, 100% incorrect in terms of where its from you can send me a message and I'll change it!

Can you tag scary/sounds from horror games?: The point of the game is listening to unexpected sounds, and "scary" is an extremely subjective description. I will do my best to avoid posting loud jumpscare sounds or other sounds that I think are unpalatable to a general audience, but beyond that I don't intend on tagging specific types of sounds at this time.

How many SFX can we submit in the form?: I would prefer 4 per person, at maximum, if you submit multiple from the same series I will most likely space them out across a few days/weeks.

Active Tags:

#open vote : Polls that are open

#closed vote : Polls that have been closed and the SFX source revealed

#asks : Asks for the blog.

#off-topic : For anything off topic - may be related to the blog or an update/announcement!

[samsseptember]

Samtember 2024 Calendar, Rules, and Guidelines!

Hi, Sam Wilson Nation! It’s that time of year again when we all get together to celebrate our beloved Sam Wilson’s birth month. That’s right, it’s ✰Samtember2024✰ !!!

As per usual, the event will be running from Friday, September 1st to Saturday, September 30th and there will be prompts set for each day:

Week 1:

Day 1 - Free Space

Day 2 - Bird Telepathy

Day 3 - Costume

Day 4 - Crossover/Multiverse

Day 5 - Canon Divergence

Day 6 - Hurt/Comfort

Day 7 - Future Fic

Week 2:

Day 8 - On Your Left

Day 9 - Move Your Seat Up

Day 10 - I Never Said Pilot

Day 11 - The Big Three

Day 12 - When Do We Start?

Day 13 - Man, Shut the Hell Up

Day 14 - Moon Stuff

Week 3:

Day 15 - Cap Quartet

Day 16 - Redwing

Day 17 - Mission Fic

Day 18 - Shield

Day 19 - Wakanda

Day 20 - Undercover

Day 21 - Co-Pilots

Week 4 + 2 Days:

Day 22 - Cookout / Boil

Day 23 - Birthday

Day 24 - Fishing

Day 25 - Louisiana

Day 26 - Lovers

Day 27 - The Paul & Darlene

Day 28 - Slice of Life

Day 29 - Wilson Family

Day 30 - Home

We will open a collection on AO3 soon. We will update this when the collection is ready, but when it is you'll also be able to find it by typing samtember2024 in the add to collections option.

You can also tag any works you post with #samtember2024 or tag this blog @samsseptember. Works will be reblogged every day throughout the month. 

What works count for this fan event?

Any of the following count:

fanfic

podfic

fanart

gifsets

photosets / moodboards / collages

graphics

Haikus

videos / edits

playlists

fic rec lists

comments

Whichever way you want to celebrate Sam Wilson, it’s up to you! 

The rest of the FAQ and rules are under the cut.

FAQ

What is this?

It’s a Sam Wilson fan event.

Is there any pressure?

No pressure at all. Fill one prompt. Fill all the prompts on for the month. Do however many you please.

Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?

Yes! You can fill one prompt with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all 30 prompts at once with one piece of art or fic. If you can fill every single prompt from every single day in one fill, that’d be wild but it’s okay by the rules. You can do any number in between.

Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?

Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.

Should the work I make be Sam Wilson-centric?

Yes. You can make a gen work or a piece with any ship with Sam Wilson in it, but the main focus should be Sam Wilson.

How long will this event run?

It will run from September 1st to September 30th.

I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?

There will be! They will come out daily.

Do I have to post my fic for the prompt on the day of the prompt?

You can if you’d like, but it’s okay if you post a piece on a day other than the day of the prompt.

RULES AND GUIDELINES

What are the guidelines for the event?

For Everyone:

1. Remember to tag @samsseptember in the post as well as #samtember2024.

2. Please also tag the prompt you’re filling (for instance, if the square is “Redwing”, use “#redwing” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).

3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:

a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.

b ) Add it to Samtember 2024 Collection that you can find here.

For Artists:

1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.

2. All visual art forms are welcome:

a ) Gifsets, at least 3 gifs.

b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.

c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.

d) Fan video.

e) Graphics edit.

For Authors:

1. At least 500 words.

2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.

3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.

For Podficcers:

1. The podfic should at least be 5 minutes long.

2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.

3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.

For Fic Rec Lists:

1. You must have at least three fics or podfics on the rec list.

2. Make sure to give brief descriptions of the fics or podfics as well as their rating and wordcount.

For Commenters:

1. Any amount of comment counts, from a heart emoji (“❤️”) to an essay.

2. We would rather this be about what makes you happy and joyful about reading than any scathing critiques.

Things to be mindful of when creating:

For Sam

Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).

Avoid decentering Sam as a main character and refrain from focusing entirely on Bucky.

In art: avoid whitewashing Sam’s skin and research drawing Black characters.

General disclaimer: Race affects every aspect of his life, including interacting with police/government and the white structures of the world when it comes to performing his duties as Cap and simply being a Black man that lives in the U.S.

For Bucky

Avoid phrasing “flesh/normal/human hand” to refer to the contrast between his prosthetic arm and his right arm. The phrasing is ableist. You can simply refer to his prosthesis when relevant, otherwise use “right/left arm/hand”.

For more information, please check out this document suggested by @ninesdb on how to write Bucky as an amputee. @ninesdb is also open to questions if you have any queries not answered by the google doc.

Specific Tags:

Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift”, “Sam Wilson is a Saint”, and “Bucky Needs a Hug”.

Have fun and we look forward to all your wonderful works! ✰

[cebwrites]

Hello hello !! Just discovered your blog through the law x anxious reader fic, and it really helped me out :< indulged in your beautiful master list! Keep it up!!!

If your requests are open, are you okay to write more comfort scenarios with law x reader or Sanji x reader? Any sad/distracted reader scinario really !! ( extra cookies for a bottled up reader but not an important need) Only if you want to tho <3

pls take care of yourself and thank u!! Have a good day ^_^

a/n: hellooo anon from-- december 2023... ._.;; i've been meaning to get to your request for a while but just never got around to until now! hopefully you're still around to enjoy the food <//3

comforting their partner (Law, Sanji)

masc reader, they/them law word count: 0.8k

Law

You were known to get lost in your thoughts from time to time, so initially, Law wasn't worried.

You still keened into their touch as Law's hand brushed against your cheek for attention, you lounged on the couch in their office as they worked, occasionally pestering them with wants for kisses and the non-negotiable snack break, and you still pulled them to bed, to try and get some sleep, a few reasonable hours before the sun would peek over the horizon.

It was when you began to dwell on things that Law began to worry.

You weren't as quick to respond, you picked at your food—while somehow miraculously making sure they ate—and stared out of the Tang's port holes with a look in your eyes that wasn't like the usual daydreams.

It took them longer to realize than they'd like to but once they do, they talk to you about it, put it to bed sooner rather than later.

Law's familiar with all the motions you try to use to avoid confrontation, tools they've used before to run from being vulnerable with the people close to them, with their crew, with you. So they have none of it. They still give you space when you ask and let you know that you can come to them for anything, but Law becomes entirely more physical than they've ever been.

Cuddling and giving you little pecks on the cheek in front of crew members, crawling into bed with you without being asked, even setting up little movie nights for the both of you to relax. None of their advances are sexual, they're just a lot more present despite themself.

Knowing how difficult it must be for Law to be open like this, you relent and spill what's been troubling you all this time, slowly releasing the pressure you've built inside you until it comes out in full forced waves, wracking your body.

Law rests their head in the crook of your neck, offering comfort in the form of gentle circles on your back where words fail them but they try, regardless.

Once the tears have dried you offer them a consolation smile, make a little jab at yourself about how much time they've had to waste comforting you here, instead of doing work; their response is pinching your noise with a frown, only smiling at the silly sound you make in return.

"The only time wasted is time not spent with you, darling."

Sanji

Another suspect of serial "not-talking-about-his-feelings"-itis.

Sanji notices the change immediately, he tries to broach the topic with you but you sidestep it with excuses, a wry smile, and typical Strawhat chaos envelops the Sunny before Sanji can get anywhere near a concrete answer from you.

Still, his love is clearly upset about something and it's up to him to make his boyfriend feel better.

A wretched, dreadful part of him in the form of three men with ridiculous hair whispers that it's probably his fault, deepening the pit in Sanji's stomach that opened up when he first picked up on your mood, but he's quick to tamp it down in the moment.

It lingers, however, the longer you avoid him.

And when he starts holding back with you in return, this only deepens the well of worry you've cultivated.

Eventually, the crew conspires to get the two of you talking again - because the opposite is driving everyone up the wall. You don't pay attention to antics with Luffy and Usopp, Franky's inventions don't have you scurrying over with the rest of the boys, Sanji doesn't twirl and spin as much for the ladies, and although his cooking is still immaculate, everyone can tell that he's distracted.

Chopper even whispers about how frustrated Zoro is now that Sanji doesn't rise to the bait of a deadly sparring match.

So you end up alone with Sanji one evening. The crew's antics somehow lost the pre-planned date dinner, but Sanji doesn't mind whipping up something simple and quick for your refined plate. You laugh, it's a sound he misses, and you can't deny that you miss sharing food with him as well.

He makes the crew's meals every day, yes, but something like this is different, it's intimate.

Over the course of preparing dinner, and having it, you slowly let your thoughts unravel, bare your vulnerabilities to him and Sanji, in turn, in equal measures relieved as he aches for not being someone you felt that you could come to air these grievances, embraces you.

He fills your head with every thought he's had about you since this rift had formed, maybe leaving the... less, chivalrous ones for later, but more than anything Sanji wants you to know you are loved. By him and everyone who shares a space with you on this ship.

Heart full of love, you kiss your swirly cook to sleep.

[rengineer]

— " Howdy, you're invited: A Very Private Smissmas Hideout! I hope this message finds y'all in good spirits (or at least not blowin' somethin' up at the moment). I reckon it’s been a tough year, so I thought we’d take a well-deserved break and celebrate the season together.I've gone and rented out a cozy little spot far from all the noise to host a private Smissmas hideout. It’s peaceful, got plenty of space, and even a fireplace or two. Bring something warm to wear, 'cause it's gonna be chilly! Date: 1st December 2024 — 31st December 2024 Dress Code: Festive (or whatever's comfy for ya) Now, the location… I'm keepin' it under wraps to keep things extra private. Attached to this message is a set of coordinates and instructions on how to get there.Trust me, y'all don't wanna miss this. There'll be good food, laughs, and maybe even a surprise or two. And yes, the BLU team's invited too — truce zone rules apply, no funny business. P.S. If anyone’s got dietary restrictions (or strong feelings ‘bout fruitcake), let me know! "

CONFIDENTIAL DOCUMENTS:

FOR PRIVATE EYES ONLY

Howdy, I'm Albedo, the guy running this blog, and this is my first time hosting a Christmas Event for the TF2 RP community. This event will be held on Tumblr. Here are a few things you need to know:

∫ GENERAL dx

This event is strictly for all TF2 RP-related blogs only, including fan teams, anons and TF2 OCs! Engie's gone ahead and set up sentries outside to keep unwanted guests at bay — so, if you're not on the guest list, don't bother tryin' to sneak in!

Strictly no NSFW RPs... If you want to get into that kind of content, do so in your own private servers.

Reblog this post with #( attending ) if you plan on joining the event. If you're just helping spread the word, feel free to tag it with #( sharing ).

DO NOT start threads off this post! However, during the event, you can start new threads that aren't related to the event itself. We want everyone to have fun, whether you're here for the event or just here to RP something else entirely.

This event is not compulsory. If you prefer to start threads on other topics, you absolutely can!

Please tag any event-related threads, posts, or starters with #REDSmissmas2k24.

Please refer to this Google Doc for more information! Please toggle print layout on Mobile or view it on Desktop. (Mobile version will be coming soon)

∫ DAILIES dx

Daily questions and drabbles will be shared on this account throughout December :) Participation in the event is not required to answer or engage with them — everyone is welcome!

That is all for now, please keep an eye out for any future updates! Any related quick-time events/starters will be posted on my blog :) If you have any questions, feel free to ask them.

[tired-biscuit]

in your sleep, my yearning awakens

18+ MDNI, fem!reader, stepbrother!bakugou, dark content // cw: noncon, somnophilia, stepcest, alcohol.

wc: 2.5k+

↳ this is a repost from my sideblog because i realized i'm far too lazy to run two blogs at the same time and it just makes me super stressed. i'm going to be posting dark content on my main from now on. so this is a heads up of sorts!!

this piece is also my (very late) submission for @killsaki's family ties collab.

———

you make the mistake of wearing a silky little nightgown to bed on a particularly hot summer night, and end up being found by your very drunk, very inconsiderate stepbrother bakugou.

when he returns home from the bar, he finds you soundly asleep in his bed; with the covers kicked off and with your cheek buried in the pillow that smells almost overbearingly sweet, just like him.

your body is nearly naked, it makes his gaze linger on places an older brother’s eyes should never. but alas, even if he did try to get a grip on himself and not stare at his little stepsister like a wolf stares at potential prey, bakugou is shit-faced to the gods and is sort of getting horny because of it, too.

there’s an intoxicating warmth travelling through his veins, a certain one that tints his cheeks a light pink, makes his eyelids heavy and that’s outright impeccable when it comes to blurring the already thin line of what’s wrong and what’s right.

but can merely looking even be considered as the wrong thing? after all, it’s not like he’s touching you or anything. it’s not like he’s exactly violating your privacy, when you were the one who had slipped into his room in the first place and had clambered into his bed. it’s not like he’s doing anything wrong.

he’s just looking. yeah.

and how can he possibly resist from doing so? it’s late, your parents are soundly asleep, and you just look so goddamn cute while laying on your stomach like that; with the strap of your nightgown sliding down your shoulder and exposing more of your tit, with your ass peering out from underneath the hem that’s now practically risen up to your waist, and with the outline of your plump little pussy visible in your pale pink panties. you just look so innocent. so unsuspecting.

so vulnerable.

so he says fuck it. he continues to leer.

and the wolf continues to circle.

however, as minutes pass with your calm breathing filling the silence the entire time, bakugou finds himself feeling somewhat unsatisfied while standing next to the door, holding his worsening balance by leaning against the doorframe.

sure, the rhythmic way your shoulders rise and fall with every inhale and exhale is entertaining to watch. and the way you occasionally sigh and rub your thighs together before burrowing your cheek even deeper into the pillow, his pillow, does succeed at melting his heart, even if he swears up and down that his is made of stone. hell, he’s a clean freak, but even the thin trail of gleaming saliva that now dribbles past the corner of your mouth and soaks the bedding in a little puddle of spit is kind of adorable.

but it’s not nearly enough.

because bakugou, well, he wants to actually feel the rise and fall of your shoulders kiss the tips of his fingers as he hovers his hand merely an inch above your spine and holds it there. he wants to experience the warmth and softness of your plush thighs as they contrast the callouses and roughness of his palm when he slips it between your legs and explores the space there for a little bit.

he wants his cock to be the reason as to why you’re pushing your cheek into the pillow; trying so desperately to quiet down your whiny little sobs that he’d pull out of you with ever push and pull. he wants to make you drool from how fucked out you’d become as he at long last has his way with you, and not because you’re sleeping, probably dreaming about something as silly as soft marshmallows and vibrant rainbows.

he just wants, and wants, and wants. he wants the bad things that would make him feel good. over the years, he has always been holding back, has always been in search of a good enough reason not to do it, has always acted ignorant towards all that gushing that you tend to do over ‘your big ol’ brother’, with those stupidly big heart eyes that he just can’t stop thinking about the moment his head lands on the pillow and his gaze glues itself to the ceiling.

and now is his chance to not just want, but also to have. it’s the optimal setting for it, actually.

all there’s left to do, is to act.

so he closes the door shut with a soft click. locks it. walks those couple of steps that take him to close the distance between you. he sinks one knee into the mattress, then the other, until he’s so close to your sleeping form that he can smell the faintest whiff of your fruity shower gel.

“fuck me,” he breathes silently, jaw locking shut because of the nerves. “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“keep going,” his inner voice says. the one that actually manages to persuade when he’s under the influence. “she’s right there.”

so he takes a good look at you, then. how your eyelashes flutter with sleep and how the bridge of your nose scrunches because of your dreams. he listens to your steady breathing that’s far from panicked — for now, that is. how you softly murmur pure gibberish from time to time. it’s all so sweet.

just like you must be. oh, if he could just get a taste… a single lick…

bakugou has never considered himself to be a pussy, but nearly fiften minutes pass before he at long last stops stalling and grows the balls to seal his fate once and for all. but brave or not, cold sweat still washes over him as he raises his arm and drags his palm between your shoulder blades; fingers as light as a feather as they follow the length of your spine over the silk.

goddammit, he thinks. i’m actually gonna follow through with this fuckin’ shit, huh?

if he were sober, he’d never; he’s well aware of that. despite the anger issues and the short fuse that lead to impulsive decisions, bakugou katsuki has always been in complete control of his actions, surroundings, desires, wishes, yearning, body, spirit, mind, even his goddamn soul. he’s been in control of everything.

but the leash is not so tight anymore, when liquor comes into play, now is it? no, instead it causes the rope to dangle rather loosely around his neck as he sits next to his poor, naive little sister whilst she sleeps in his bed, looking as cute as a button despite the slutty nightgown. it sets him free to devour her whole.

you twitch at the sudden contact he initiates and unconsciously readjust into a more comfortable position. staring with wide eyes and even wider pupils, katsuki doesn’t miss the way your hips wiggle with the movement. the way your toes curl before relaxing once more.

so… cute.

he waits for you to settle again, almost forgetting to breathe as the long seconds pass one after the other. his heart is beating so fast the entire time. it makes him feel nauseous with adrenaline as it pounds inside his wide ribcage. even his throat has turned scratchy and dry.

he’s never felt this nervous, not even while out there, on the field.

when you finally stop squirming around, it takes him a long moment to dare to reach out again. but he does, of course he does. you’re just too inviting to resist. and this time, he’s even courageous enough to let his rough fingers travel up your leg instead.

he starts at the ankle, goes up to your calf, the back of your knee, your thigh. until he’s just an inch below the apex of your plush thighs, where that sweet little cunt of yours is hiding away from him.

the particular spot is so warm. bakugou sharply inhales through his nose and exhales through lips that can’t help but slightly quiver as he curls one finger and watches your eyebrows knit together. you’re still asleep, even as he starts to carefully stroke you down there, dragging a single knuckle up and down your clothed pussy, drawing out the slit.

your breathing pattern changes as he continues with his immoral ministrations. up and down, up and down, up and down. by the time he circles your clit and nudges between your lips to add the slightest amount of pressure to it, you start to pant and push your ass higher into the air in response.

there’s a smile forcing itself onto bakugou’s face, now.

you want it.

and sure, while you might not have exactly said that you want it out loud, the way your body reacts to him still speaks for itself.

after all, you’re already getting so wet that your cutesy little panties are turning damp and sticky with arousal. gently prodding at your hole now while massaging your clit through the thin cotton with the help of his thumb, katsuki briefly wonders if anyone has ever touched you like this before. that, or maybe your cunt is fucking drooling simply because it’s the first time it’s experiencing a stimulation from a hand that isn’t your own.

yes, he knows that you’ve touched yourself before. he’s heard a little moan and a certain kind of buzzing through the paper thin wall once or twice since his mom had married your dad and had forced you all to live together as a ‘family’, even if the term is complete and utter bullshit from his point of view. but not because he was listening in or anything. definitely not.

but never mind that. this whole situation is so perfect; you’re just so perfect. his cock is hard at the sight and the feel of you, even if he can’t feel his feet quite right from how much he’s drank. it’s stubbornly pressing against the zipper of his jeans, getting bigger with the rush of blood that’s being pumped into it, wanting out so bad. pre-cum is literally leaking out the tip.

maybe he could pull it out just for a quick second to give it a stroke or two; just to ease the pressure that is making his skin feel way too tight. or perhaps he could carefully take your hand and wrap your dainty little fingers around the girth… pretend that you did it by your own free will as he fucks your fist and…

“mmh… katsuki?”

however, as perfect as everything is, the illusion comes crashing down from the way you’re kind of messing it up, now. groaning in sleepy puzzlement and trying to push him away as you start to wake at the sudden touches to land upon the lower half of your body, you’re ruining his moment by refusing him on instinct.

he tries not to take offense by it. but it still hurts as he pulls his hand away before you can notice.

“what,” he says.

“hey,” you mumble, slumber turning your tongue all too heavy inside your mouth. you just look so dazed, and he catches himself wanting to slap the stupid expression right off of your pretty face all of a sudden. i mean, how dare you ruin this for him?

“what’s going on…?” you ask.

“shh. keep quiet, kid. nothing’s goin’ on,” he drawls as a displeased frown forms at the sight of your sleep-riddled eyes connecting with his own. he thought that he’d have more time to at least pull your panties to the side and actually see your cunt, but now that you’re conscious, he has to act his role of the responsible big brother yet again.

what a fucking bummer.

“you just fell asleep in my bed,” he dully explains. “relax.”

“oh,” you say, and from the way how you avert your eyes away from him now, he can tell that you’re embarrassed. “i must have dozed off. i guess.”

the truth is that you missed him. but it’s not like you’ll ever admit it.

he just stares at you, cleverly hiding both his boner and disappointment as you jut your bottom lip out and sit up, still avoiding eye contact. he can tell that you’re hot and bothered, even more so that you’re confused by the reason as to why. the way there’s heat lazily swirling in your belly and how your panties must be clinging to your pussy right now has surely got to be infuriating.

god, if he could just—

“sorry, i’ll, uh—” realization of your disheveled appearance settles within you, and you rush to fix the strap and the hem of your nightgown until you’re at least partially decent once more. rubbing your neck sheepishly, you finish what you were going to say with a tight little chuckle, “i’ll be going back to my room, now.”

“not so fast,” he says, and now his hand presses against your chest without a second — rational — thought. before you can even utter a word of protest, he’s pushing you right back onto the mattress. it’s quite forceful, really. but he’s always been a tough guy like that, you suppose.

he manhandles you into the spooning position and his arm is almost uncomfortably heavy as he drapes it around your middle the moment and pulls you close and locks you in. the sigh that leaves his lips is warm and smells like booze as it tickles the top of your cheek. your limbs intertwine, but he makes sure that his hips are nowhere near yours; at least not until his dick settles the fuck down.

“katsuki?” you repeat in a whisper, growing confusion lacing your already unsure tone for a second time. he’s usually never this clingy, but to be fair, he’s usually never this drunk either.

“you can stay, or whatever,” he murmurs in reply, his voice gruff but soft at the same time. he’s so close that his face is literally hiding in the crook of your neck. it only causes the heat in the pit of your stomach to worsen. especially as he whispers into your skin, “just stop actin’ so fuckin’ weird already and do that thing i like, yeah?”

you blink. stiffen. “what thing?”

“with the hair.”

“oh... yeah, all right.” you pause as relief washes over you. you don’t know what you’ve been expecting, but his request resonates well with you. “but i thought that you didn’t like it when i touched your hair?”

bakugou grins. it’s more feral and predatory than it is friendly, but it’s too dark for you to notice, and besides, you’re not facing him anyway.

he ignores your question, and instead replies with a simple, “attagirl. get to it, then.”

you try to ignore how the praise makes you feel and instead just do what he demands of you.

as your fingers start to comb through his ash blonde hair in calming, obedient strokes; katsuki realizes he’s safe. having slept through the entire thing, you don’t have a single clue of what just happened. of what he did. of what line he’d crossed.

and maybe, just maybe if he’s lucky enough, you’ll remain clueless even as he has a bit more fun with you the moment you fall asleep again.

for the night is still long, and its shadows bring so many opportunities to light.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Why do you only post 1 request/nrc family in one day? I remember you saying you finished all of it and it's in your scheduled. Why not post NRC fam twice a day?

[Referencing this blog update!]

Hey, so 💦 I’m sure it wasn’t your (the anon’s) intention for the suggestion to come off as a entitled or rude. However, it certainly didn’t make me feel good to read, especially since I was not asking for advice in the first place.

This blog is my own space in the fandom, so it’s only natural that I decide the pace of my posts and what kind of content is put out there. Whether I decide to post one, two, none, or more creative writing pieces a day is entirely up to my discretion and no one else’s. I don’t think it should warrant any further explanation—but let this be the one and only time I have to.

I understand that you may be eager for more content or for another masterlist to be put out. (Those are the only reasons I can think of for wanting 2 interactions posting a day instead of 1.) But I have my own reasons for why I don’t cram all my writing pieces to post in a short span of time. I want to leave breathing space between them and have time to casually talk about Twst. Regardless of whether or not I have finished pieces on the backburner to put up, I intentionally space my creative writing work out so people can sit with them, digest them, and (I hope) better appreciate them.

You don’t know this because you don’t see my queue, but I don’t have ONLY the remaining NRC Family Day interactions scheduled. I have 60ish other asks queued (3-4 per day). This isn’t even accounting for new asks I may get + reply to and add to the queue. Part of what I like about running this blog is the interaction and the discussion we can have on here, and I want to continue being able to do that. To post more creative works a day would mess up my preferred rhythm for the blog.

I ask that you try to put yourself in the shoes of the creator—be it be or someone else whose work you consume. Creators are putting out art, writing, etc., typically for free, for any fan passing by to enjoy (should they choose to). We are not beholden to this, but we choose to do it anyway out of love and passion for Twst. Now how do you think we feel when someone comes up to us after already gobbling up our creations and asking (sometimes demanding) for more? Does that not read as… I don’t know, a little callous and ungrateful? It dehumanizes the creator and makes them little more than a content farm churning out the next hit of dopamine. That’s so incredibly demoralizing 😔 It grossly undervalues what we do. And it definitely does not encourage us to want to continue creating.

At one point, I was satisfied frequently posting multiple writing pieces a day. That is no longer true. It had become stifling and thankless so I intentionally stepped back and have been much happier since.

I hope I was able to get my thoughts across well 💦 It’s just a really frustrating sentiment…

[hwangyu]

airplane fun time!

you're feeling needy on the airplane

pairing; dom!beomgyu x afab reader

warnings; dom beom, kind of mean? sub reader, afab but no female pronouns (please lmk if i accidentally wrote any</3) reader likes the thought of others watching her and beom teases them about it, degradation, beom calls reader whore x2, semi public sex, the other boys are mentioned to be in the same space multiple times, …poorly written smut, perhaps a little bland? lmk if i forgot anything :( not proofread. 18+, minors and ageless/blank blogs, dni

wc; 1.3k

You figured the first class flight you were lucky enough to take with your boyfriend was going to be nice and relaxing. Which it was…sort of, you didn't entirely foresee being horny for the entire thing.

Okay, maybe not the entire thing, if that were the case, you may actually die. But it's only been three hours in a thirteen hour flight and all you've done is hide the way you're rubbing your knees together with a white, fluffy blanket whilst staring ahead of you and daydreaming about how you wish your boyfriend, who was sat right next to you, would touch you.

It wouldn't be so bad. If you were alone. You can't exactly start begging your boyfriend to fuck you while his friends are all in the same room, however. Regardless of if they're distracted by a movie or sleeping.

God, why did Beomgyu have to be a good, considerate boyfriend at this exact moment in time, is what you thought when you felt his hand on your blanket covered knee—snapping you out of your wet daydream to look at the man who was looking at you with slight worry in his precious eyes.

"Are you okay, baby?" Beomgyu asked you softly, "You can rest if you're tired." he added and the way he was looking at you almost had you feeling guilty about all of the things you were just thinking about him.

You swallowed, offering a small smile and placing your hand on top of his, running your thumb over his knuckles to reassure him because you were about to lie straight through your teeth. "N-No, I'm okay. Thank you, sweetheart."

Despite your 'almost guilty' feelings, your thoughts about Beomgyu pulling you into his lap and fucking you right there in the airplane seat snuck their way back to the front of your mind and looking at him seemed to be making it worse. Obviously.

He smiled back at you but he clearly wasn't convinced. You were stupid to think that of all people, your boyfriend wouldn't notice that you weren't entirely paying attention. It's embarrassing but Beomgyu always seems to have a hunch about how you're feeling from your body language or facial expressions. You were kind of giving him the win on this one, though, considering your half-lidded eyes.

His smile turned into a smirk and his grip on your knee tightened. "It's not nice to lie to your boyfriend."

Your mouth fell ajar and you blinked—for a second, you thought about insisting that you weren't, that you really were fine, but with a second of extra thought…you decided not to. You chose to be honest.

"It's— it's just…embarrassing."

"No need to be embarrassed, pretty." Beomgyu grinned. "You know I always love making you feel good." He tilted his head and whispered, "Tell me, baby, you want me to touch you?"

Your grip on his hand tightened before it loosened and you relaxed in the seat. "Y-Yes, but— what about, you know," You frowned, "The boys?"

He blinked, like he had forgotten himself that you two weren't alone. Either that or he didn't care and you were suspecting it was the later as he tore his eyes from you to check what the others were doing, and seeing they were still all distracted, he looked back to you.

"Guess you'll just have to be quiet then, huh?"

It wasn't a question, that much you knew. You licked your lips and nodded slowly, unsure how quiet you'll really be able to stay but you're far too worked up not to risk it right now. You squirm in your seat as Beomgyu shoves his hand underneath the white blanket that was covering your legs and into your pants.

Pressing his fingers against your panties, he chuckled feeling how wet you were. You huffed, embarrassed, and Beomgyu couldn't help but tease you further, you were just too cute.

"All this just from thinking about me, huh?" He kept his voice low. "I wonder what you were thinkin' about that got you like this…bet it was a lot of things, was it?"

His questions were rhetorically, thankfully, you knew because he didn't push you for an answer and he slid your panties to the side—running his middle finger up your slit, coating it in your juices before he pushed into your hole and watched you sigh in relief.

"That's right, baby, just relax." He whispered, pumping his finger in and out of your cunt slowly and seeing the way you were already trying to keep quiet had his ego soaring. "M-More, Gyu, please." You begged, voice shaky.

Beomgyu hummed, turning his head away from you and for a moment, you panicked, thinking that he wasn't going to give you what you want or worse, just stop touching you entirely.

Thankfully, this was proven wrong as you felt him push another finger inside of you. You bit hard at your lip to stifle the moan that had desperately wanted to escape from your throat, you grabbed the armrest of your seat to dig your nails into in hopes that it'd help you hold back your sounds.

But that soon proved itself to be hard as Beomgyu curled his fingers inside of you. Fuck, did you love his hands—they felt perfect. They always did and it was starting to make you forget that you two weren't entirely alone.

He continued to fuck his fingers into you and you prayed that no one could hear the quiet squelching sound that was coming from underneath your blanket or maybe you didn't really care anymore, you weren't sure as a small moan made it past your lips which had Beomgyu looking back at you again.

"I told you to stay quiet, baby. Unless you want all of the boys thinking that you're slut? I have no problem fucking you out here, right in front of them." He teased and your cheeks burned red while you shook your head. "No, no! Please, s-sorry, 'm sorry." You quietly apologized but the way you began to clench around his fingers was giving away the fact that you weren't as against that idea as you were trying to make it seem.

"Are you sure you don't?" Beomgyu smirked, "I told you it's not nice to lie to your boyfriend. You really want me to bend you over, let all of them how much of a whore you are for me? Let them see how well I fuck your pretty cunt?"

You let out a small whine, sliding your hand underneath the white blanket to start circles around your clit. It was embarrassing that his words were pushing you over the edge, but you didn't have the time to let yourself think about it, too focused on the feeling of your high being so close.

"Gyu," You breathed out. "Please, please, fuck. 'M gonna cum." You squeaked, and he chuckled. "How cute, gonna cum at the thought of the others knowing how much of a whore you are. Just proves my point, don't you think?"

Squeezing your eyes shut, you brought your hand up to your mouth to bite at your thumb in an attempt to quiet yourself as you arched your back off the seat and came all over his fingers. "That's it, let it out." Beomgyu cooed, the pace of his fingers slowing down.

You took a deep breath and you opened your eyes again to look at him, feeling a little tired from your orgasm—letting your hand fall back down onto the armrest, Beomgyu smiled softly at you as he pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth, licking his fingers clean.

The sight made you gulp and suddenly, you weren't tired anymore. You opened your mouth to speak, but Beomgyu had beat you to it, leaning in to whisper into your ear.

"Bathroom. Now."

a/n; ive never been on a plane before let alone mfkn first class so im sorry ...i started writing this like a week ago but didnt finish it until now so im also sorry if its super stinky 😭😭 those airport pics got me fucked up tho ... also if the formatting gets fucked up i will cry real tears. PART 2 IF IM FEELING SNAZZYY

[fourormore]

[Image description: A polyam flag with the words “four or more Valentine's Flash Fiction Madness" in distorted letters on it.]

AO3 COLLECTION | SQUIDGEWORLD COLLECTION

Happy New Year! I'm already looking forward to creating about the complicated relationship dynamics that come up when you have four or more people in a polycule. What are you looking forward to this year?

Well, hopefully, you're looking forward this event.

Let me introduce to you: the 2025 Four or More Valentine's Flash Fiction Madness collection!

What's this? It's a writing-focused challenge, however all mediums are welcome in the collection. The idea is to purposefully create in smaller chunks for your favorite relationships with #fourormore people with the intent of promoting your favorite ships and populating those tags of polyamorous goodness.

This event will run from February 7th to February 21st.

This is a low-stakes, personal challenge. There's no penalty for going over the limit. In fact, if you manage multiple works that go over the limit, you have my admiration.

GUIDELINES

Any medium! Any rating! As long as your work focuses on a relationship with 4 or more people, it's allowed!

All works must be your own and not previously posted. AI generated works will be deleted from the collections.

You may combine these with other events, as long as the other event allows it (such as @polyamships PolyamShippingDay or @febuwhump)

Small fandoms and complicated relationships more than welcome!

Don't forget to comply with the community guidelines.

MEDIUM SPECIFIC GUIDELINES

Minimum wordcount for fics is 100 words. Maximum is 2000 words.

Minimum for art is a sketch (digitally or traditionally drawn. Figure sticks allowed!). There is no limit to the quality or effort you want to put in your fills.

Minimum for moodboards is a 2x3 grid (6 images individually or edited in one image). Maximum is a 3x 3 grid (9 images individually or edited in one image).

Minimum for podfic is a 100-word fic. Maximum is 2000 words. There is no restriction on length or special effects.

Minimum for fanvids is 30 seconds. Maximum is 1minute and 30seconds.

Other mediums don't have a minimum nor maximum. Do you want to make an in-universe magazine for your ship? A cross stich pattern? A sculpture? Go ahead and do it! I look forward to all the things you can create.

FAQ

Q: How much do I need to create? A: As much or as little as you want! Even one more work in your ship tag is better than none!

Q: Why isn't X allowed? A: Just because.

Q: I don’t have a Dreamwidth account. Can I join? A: Of course! You don’t even need an AO3 account if you wish to post only on tumblr.

Q: My work contains [INSERT WARNING HERE]. Can I still participate? A: Yes. This is a CNTW (Choose Not To Warn) space.

Q: I don’t want to see [X] content, can you please remove it? A: No. The only content that will be removed will be that that does not comply with the rules.

PROMO POSTS

Please promote your works! Create reading lists! Send us on a treasure hunt to unlock a secret fic! If you are posting on tumblr please @ us @fourormore and/or use the tag #fourormore, and your work will be archived to the blog.

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Have fun and bon appetit!

[earth4angels]

so i want to talk about some few things that hurt my feelings a lot and i can be over dramatic or what not. but this is my blog and i want to be able to log in and feel good. this is a long post im sorry.

; when i made this blog i made it with an intention to just be a regular fan blog, i didn’t want to write, ive been a writer when i was in high school and i loved it and i loved making stories about edward cullen bc he was my first character to write about. but anyways i began writing again bc i wanted to get back in it again — i wrote about jacaerys in secret until i grew guts to publicly post.

now with that out the way, my writing won’t be for everyone and i accept that, that’s the life of a writer. however, to tell me and flood my box with “i thought you were different,” “you’re changing” i’m a girl who simply loves writing silly imaginative stories on my free time and i don’t get paid for it. i work full time, have a gallery im preparing for and with one or two hours i have of free time i get to writing. please stop flooding my box with mean msgs of “you lie, you take too much time. stop saying you’ll post and then don’t” guys i have a life, and stuff happens, i do this MYSELF. i edit, i come up with inspiration, i decorate my borders, dividers to match the vibe of the story, i beta read, i write — this is all me. i’m sorry i take forever to upload, i only want to provide the best stories and show my good writing skills.

the group chat, the anons: the group chat i made it FOR A SAFE SPACE. everyone on there is my moot and i add people who asked me to join kindly, and yes majority of us are writers but some aren’t, and frankly speaking— we became a friend group, with now 20 members, i can run to them and gossip and they do the same. whoever the anon is spreading negativity on my box or my moots i do not know who it is, i simply said i knew who it was to SPOOK them, to call them out their shit. please stop asking whose in it or if i know whose anon etc.. if you want to join just ask — i have to know you however.

in box terms, i’ve turned it off again.

what is it with you guys harassing me? calling me a rapist apologist? what the fuck? calling me a bitch too? where and why is the reason? if you want to say something to me and if i’ve done something wrong MSG ME. say your shit to me off anon. i’m so sick of the negativity.. this is my blog, and i won’t allow you guys to offend me or talk bad about my moots.

i am not leaving writing bc i want to post all my stuff i have planned, god there’s so many things i want to share with you all. jacaerys vanilla smut, to love, cosmic dancer, benji.. cregan who ive been secretly writing about… there’s so much i want to show you but how do i post and be happy coming on here when all i get is “i feel disappointed in you, im unfollowing, i thought you were different?”

treat others with kindness, i don’t know when ill be back on again but, i hope you guys have a beautiful day.

xxx nattie.

[waxingrunes]

I understand if you’re too busy to answer this or don’t want to, but i was wondering if you wouldn’t mind telling us some of your non-explicit headcanons or just some traits you think wolfstar have in general? Your explicit ones are sososo hot but today I'm feeling low and need some comforting. Yiur blog is just a safe space for me but I totally understand if not! I love your work <3 all my love x

There are so many nondescript hc’s I have that this has the potential to turn into a formal essay with cited sources, so I’ll go for more of a generalised dump of info I have for each in a hope that it lifts some of your fog Anon. Maybe bullet pointed because it’ll be easier to read than my usual untidy form of communication. Hope you feel lighter soon.

Sirius

• will lick a yoghurt pot if there’s no clean spoons. There’s the option to go for fruit instead, but he wants the yoghurt and by god he will get his yoghurt

• is a fucking terrible driver, gives Remus and any passenger white knuckles due to speed issues and not using a lower gear when taking corners

• is however, in complete control when on a motorcycle; very hot, very controlled and will take his passenger’s safety very seriously

• professionally trained in ballroom and ballet, the latter which he is sometimes mocked in jest for, even by Remus, until he one time caught him stretching elegantly on the floor one morning with his upper body laid flat between long, toned, wide spread legs, ‘morning moony’, a healthy blush on his cheeks

• private crier, doesn’t cry easily

• goes quiet when angry as an initial defence but it doesn’t take long for him to start dropping breadcrumbs of sarcastic comments; can also be snobby and bratty, perhaps sometimes will get nasty and direct (bringing up things he shouldn’t to score points in the heat of the moment)

• suffers immeasurable guilt (helped by the point above) but is always masking a weighted feeling of guilt no matter what he’s doing, so much so it’s manifested into quite a serious anxiety problem in the wrong crowds

• he fidgets a lot, not in a chaotic way, just always has to have his fingers busy with something

• likes the smell of gasoline

• once had to talk himself down from throwing a child in a dustbin

• loves the colour red; blood red and cherry red to be precise but secretly loves dark blue even more because it’s what looks most handsome on Remus despite him not wearing it often

• sighs a lot

• pretended he couldn’t speak English to get away with jumping a queue

• hates the smell and taste of liquorice (unless heavily strawberry/cherry/raspberry flavoured)

• on one particular messy night out he got so impatient waiting at the bar, he reached over and grabbed a discarded bottle of alcohol the server had left open and swigged it

• digs his nails into his skin when anxious and is often reminded to relax the tension in his joints

• stargazes often

• once linked his pinky finger with Remus and asked him to pinky promise not to tell anyone what he was about to tell him, since which a tradition of trust was born where Remus will offer his pinky or the last two fingers for Sirius to hold or squeeze when he’s feeling unsure in public, or in any situation where verbal reassurance isn’t appropriate

• gets a weird thrill at the sound of cork popping from a bottle

Remus

• collects beer mats and keeps them in a drawer, thinks about making them into a display

• got tired of kids playing ball against the wall of his place (after repeat offences and him asking very nicely for them to stop) one day so went out, retrieved the ball and threw it so hard against of the cars it set the alarm off

• owner of said car came running out the house and Remus blamed it on the children. Never had the same issue again

• has a wildly sweet tooth and will always drop one or two packets of sugar into any warm beverage

• stares into space and gets involuntarily caught on someone’s face one too many times which makes them uncomfortable from the ‘Death Stare’ phenomenon when in reality, he’s lost in lala land

• can cook, is actually a proficient cook, but will not cook for anyone but Sirius, James or Lily

• will crack his knuckles, wrists and neck absentmindedly, all of which makes his company squirm because it’s often very loud and ‘pop-py’ but Sirius fucking loves it

• stays very calm during an argument but can shout louder than most and when he does, ears ring from the silence that follows

• prefers tea over coffee

• will eat liquorice any time he wants to piss Sirius off

• cries more than Sirius, but still a private crier

• always has to be the old boot in Monopoly

• loves words that are vowel heavy or double voweled because those are the ones where the scraps of Sirius’ lost French accent surface the most

• has a gentle touch, is aware of his size and nature of his lycanthropy, therefore always somewhat reserved

• loves socks, has a collection of ‘dad socks’

• has the messiest writing out of all the Marauders but loves handwritten things, owns three very different fountain pens for very different purposes

• is polite, but as he’s aged doesn’t tend to ‘fake smile’ a lot, feeling no need to fill uncomfortable silences for the sake of others

• has a chair he favours and often dozes off in it. Most of the time waking up to Sirius on top of him