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[mosabsdr]

Because of You, We Still Have Hope 💙🙏

There are moments when it feels like the world has moved on, like everything we’ve lost is just another story that people scroll past. But every now and then, kindness reminds us that we are not forgotten.

Today, we’ve reached $1,580 out of $90,000, and while it’s still a long way from what we need, it’s proof that people still care. That hope still exists.

I never thought I would be in a position where I had to ask for help just to survive. 25 members of my family are gone. Our home has been reduced to rubble. Every day is a fight—not just for survival, but to hold onto the smallest piece of dignity.

💔 No stability, no safety, no certainty. 💔 Evacuations, grief, and endless struggles. 💔 Dreams on hold, because survival comes first.

But through all of this, your kindness gives me strength.

Even if you can’t donate, just sharing this post helps us reach more people who might be able to. Your support—no matter how small—makes all the difference.

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@bilal-salah0

From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Your kindness is the only reason we still have hope. ❤️

[bunni-v1]

your shadow milk cookie relationships headcanons are now my canon. like what the fuck how can a piece of literature be so accurate to established information we know about him!!!!!!! hejsjsdjejwje ur shadowmilk is so loving and so cute lowkey

if you don't mind, since your requests are open, could you elaborate more on some more aspects of the relationship pre-ep 8 and post-ep 8? (if u haven't finished this part then u can just ignore this hehe) you mentioned how smc naturally gets more and more devoted as time goes on and he opens up (THEY MAKE ME FEEL SO ILL) so i've also wondered how he would act like when there is a threat that legitimately puts his lover in danger, or at worst, sets the tone to losing them. he'd mald, i imagine...

feel free to answer, feel free to ignore—i adore your work and i think it's not strange at all for you to shift to cookie run after dabbling in mostly human-ish games like ZZZ and TWST. all in good fun, plus you're feeding a parched audience (i am audience, haha) have a good day!

🍓Okay so this ask kinda has three parts to it, so please excuse me if it seems a little... all over the place. I'll answer both the pre and post ep 8 things, and then I'll be touching on what he's like with the threat. I do hope you enjoy my love <3

Tw: Mentions of body horror (cookie body horror?); Shadow Milk Cookie; Obsessive and Possessive behaviors; unedited

Info: Shadow Milk x Reader; Fluff; Angst (lowkey tho); Pre and Post episode 8 SMC (spoilers ahead lol); Drabble/Headcannons(?)

Pre Episode 8

From how the story seems to be set up, the confrontation with SMC should happen last, they just released it now because of the anniversary knowing he'd be hella popular lol. So I'm functioning with the idea that Gingerbrave and Co. arrive around when the other Ancients are finishing up their own confrontation with their respective beasts, meaning there's a lot of time to work with hehe.

Anyway, pre-episode 8 Shadow Milk leans into the category of 'yandere' a lot more than post. He's very obsessive about you, again stalking and watching you, learning as much as he can about you before he even allows you to see him.

You're more often than not being monitored by him, and if you're not, he's probably with you. He gets annoyed when other cookies talk to you, and he isn't afraid to voice that. While he does give you a lot of freedom, he does subtly limit the things you do and the people you're around. It's harder when you're not with him in the spire, but he goes about messing with the environment to keep you where he wants you.

And, yes, he'll crumble cookies in your name if he needs to. Their lives are arbitrary in the grand scheme of things, especially so if they're causing you strife. He won't hurt any cookies you hold dear to you -- though he really may want to at times -- only cookies that are a threat to your emotional or physical well-being. If the death causes you too much terror, then he'll tone it down to just... making their lives a miserable hellscape. It's what the deserve for hurting you, of course!

When you do join him in the spire (because you will, it's just a matter of how long it takes him to nudge you in that direction), the behavior is a bit more obvious. He doesn't like you leaving the spire for literally anything, and if you do he knows and will pop up by your side the second you stray too far. He plays it up as cute worrying, but he's legitimately scared for your wellbeing, like terrified. You're never alone in the spire if he can help it (and he can).

Like I said he watches a lot. There are eyes all around the spire and they follow you shamelessly. They appear content to just watch you, sometimes even literally forming hearts, so they're no threat to your well-being. Again, he's just observing you, more excited now that you're actually in the spire and close to him.

There is a notable difference in the environment, though you likely don't notice it (because you've only ever seen post you moving in). The atmosphere surrounding the spire is lighter, more colorful, and happy. It reflects his excitement at having you around, a visual nod to his love for you, even though you're not exactly away of it.

Despite the negatives here, there are positives! He's incredibly doting, you'll want for nothing with him. Your greatest dreams will come true with a wave of his hand, even with only half his power. He does let you wander around, you just won't be alone when you do so. He's very aware of the dangerous environment on beast yeast, he's cause for it, so he won't be risking your safety.

He's incredibly showy with his style of loving. Grand gifts and performances just to get you grinning and giggling. (He loves writing plays where the two of you are the main characters, falling in love in a million different ways, cutie he is.) He serenades you with syrupy sweet lyrics all about how much he adores all of you. Scoops you up in his arms and dances around with you. He's very touchy, like I said, always needing to have physical contact for whatever reason. (It's because he's scared you'll leave him too.)

He doesn't kiss you much if only to initiate more intimate activities. When he does, his intent is to fluster you nearly every time. Kissing is something that's hard for him, for whatever reason. It's more intimate than touches, and weirdly enough more intimate than sex in his mind. It makes him so vulnerable, so he tries to avoid it unless it's to get a reaction out of you.

Most of what he does is to get a reaction, actually. He likes seeing the way you express yourself, and regardless of what you do, he finds it cute. It's a little intimidating how much he stares, and he stares a lot. Very frequently you'll find him sitting around just... watching you. He won't stop even if you acknowledge it, just smiles all innocently until you go back to what you were doing.

That's sort of how it feels during this whole time, that he's just watching from the outside. There's a distance he keeps between you and him, the power dynamic is a lot more stark here. However, when you're not aware - be that you're sleeping or doing something where you can't see him - genuine affection comes out.

Floating around the spire in his arms as you rest, he whispers sweet nothings he could never bring himself to say to your face. He'll lead you around the winding halls of the spire with a path of your favorite flowers, aiding you in getting to where you want to go. He leaves gifts around, taking you on little treasure hunts just to reveal something sweet and heartfelt at the end. The spire itself shifts and changes around you to be more to your liking, and there are rooms within it dedicated to the hobbies you enjoy.

This gentleness is all hidden when you're together, though. Only showing itself when you can't look him in the eyes and reject him. He can't bring himself to let you in, he's scared of that rejection. He wants you to think he's powerful and amazing, so allowing you to see just how much he adores you would be terrible. What if you don't like him at his weakest? What if you realize that you could do better than him? What if you meet Pure Vanilla and you realize how much better he is? What if you leave him? Oh, it tears him apart.

So, he can't let you in. He'll put on a performance so dazzling it'll distract you from how much his heart aches when he sees you. He'll prove that he really does love you through flowery words and fantastical shows, anything to hide how much he adores you. Even when you try to get him to connect, he'll brush it off for fear of you not accepting him as he is. He can't handle you rejecting him, not after all he's done to keep you at his side, not after how hard he's fallen in love with you.

Post Episode 8

This is where we see Shadow Milk Cookie open up a lot more to you. After the so-called betrayal of Truthless Recluse, and his being incredibly emotionally vulnerable from Compassionate Pure Vanilla's offer for friendship, he's now forced with the problem of you knowing him. You saw that raw vulnerability, the loneliness that aches deep within his dough and infects his very being with a sickness he cannot cure.

No matter how much he puts on airs, he cannot avoid you knowing him now. He has nothing to hide behind anymore, you saw how much he craves connection and care, there's no going back from that. He briefly considers leaving you, but the idea of losing you sends shivers up his back, so he dismisses the thought as quickly as it comes. He may actively avoid you for a little while, but if you are patient and kind to him, he won't be able to hide for long.

Showing him that you still feel the same way by continuing your regular shows of affection is a huge relief to him. He truly expects you to think less of him now that you've seen that side of him, but you don't. It's rather odd to a cookie like him, who spent his entire existence being worshiped, revered, and feared. He assumes when you see him weak you will despise him - that you were only there for all the grandiose gifts and displays. He doesn't consider the thought that you have fallen in love with him. That you consider him yours as much as he considers you his.

It takes him a bit, but he begins to pick up where you left off. This time, though, he's more... gentle about everything. You get to take the lead around this time, and as odd as it is for him, it's cathartic to be taken care of for once. He can let his walls down and relax while you stroke his hair and hold him close to your chest. You kiss across his face with reverence that not even the most loyal of his followers could ever begin to replicate.

You love him.

He becomes addicted to the feeling, your affections being something he craves with a hunger he'd never felt before. It takes a bit for him to come to you for it, so usually you'll have to initiate it, but he melts into your hands so easily. It's pathetic how much hold a little cookie like you had over a god like him, but when you're humming sweet words at him he can't bring himself to care too much. (He will huff and puff if any of the other beasts give him shit for it, telling them off like a angry child.)

All of those hidden affections of his become much more obvious to you as time goes on. He's a bit awkward with it because he's never really been so open with any cookie before, but it's charming the way he tries so hard to be genuine with you.

You get to hear those sweet words of love from him directly, earnestly said while he holds your hand in an iron-tight grip. He gives you those heartfelt gifts by hand, telling you all about how he worked so hard to get it for you and how much care went into it. He leads you around places himself, preferring to be by your side than guiding you from a safe distance. Even the way he holds you is different, much more adoring than before. It's a kind of care he hadn't really shown you before, more considerate of what you might want rather than what he believes you might want.

And, of course, he kisses you now. Very frequently. He still does do it to fluster you at times, but less than he did before. Now every kiss has a purpose behind it, a means of displaying his affection for you. They're soft and loving, full of emotion.

Something that carries over consistently is the watching. He keeps an eye on you at all times, regardless of where you're at. Since you're no longer in the spire, there's more risk so he wants to ensure your safety. Even if you're with another beast or with Black Sapphire or Candy Apple, he's watching you anxiously.

Now if you acknowledge the eyes, they'll react to you. Before they usually just continued watching, but now they'll squint and shift excitedly at your attention. Sometimes he'll even drop flowers or a little plushie at your feet while the eye seems to grin at you with glee. You can kiss them, if you'd like -- they're warm and soft but they don't feel like eyes. If you do so the pupil with dart around nervously, then it'll pop out of existence and arrange itself to another spot you can't easily fluster him at.

Still, though, they just watch you for the most part. Making sure you're safe and happy when he isn't around. He's a bit less obsessive about who you're spending your time with, though. He trusts that you won't leave him a lot more now, and no longer finds himself threatened by anyone (other than PV).

Bonus below

Now, as a mortal cookie in beast yeast, most things put you in danger. It's a tough environment to live in, and there are a lot of violent characters around that wouldn't care if you died or not. However, most cookies are aware of Shadow Milk Cookie's, shall we say, claim on you.

There are very few things that could actually threaten you, especially with Shadow Milk Cookie monitoring you so closely. He makes the environment around you safer, and he makes sure everyone knows that you are off-limits. Unfortunately he cannot control everything, though he really does try to.

If anything, anything ever puts you in actual danger, he is beside himself with worry and rage. Your soft and sweet dough is not made for battle and danger, regardless of what you might feel. It would take the witches themselves to stop him from tearing apart the lands to ensure your safety. And tear them apart he would. He would carve deep valleys into the ground for you, slice mountains to their base, and raze forests flat if it means you will be safe.

If it's a cookie? Some insignificant act or protest from a foolish mortal, deciding to use you to get his attention? Oh, they'll know hell.

Depending on how much damage they do the punishment will vary, but it won't be pleasant regardless. If they just take you away for a little while, he'll torture them. Ensuring the life they go back to is much harder for them to live through, but he won't kill them. They have to learn their lesson and live to tell the tale so no one is stupid enough to follow their example.

If they hurt you at all, they're dead. Shadow Milk normally makes a show out of any crumbling he does, but when you are involved? He doesn't waste time with any silly shows, they just crumble. No fanfare, no sparkle, just death. They don't deserve anything more than that, not when they've caused you hurt.

Ah, and if there is a threat to you -- silly or not -- he takes it very seriously. His monitoring will increase tenfold, and he does his best to keep you with him at all times. He will not take your safety lightly, not when he adores you so.

If there is a genuine threat to your life, he will do everything in his power to remove it. After the fact, he becomes much more obsessive of your safety. It's almost suffocating for a while, but if you express concern he'll ease up a bit. Though you can feel the anxiety in his body language and the way which he speaks.

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[themoonlitquill]

Whispers Woven in Shadow. (4/?)

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝘼𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚? 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚? 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ; 𝖠𝗓𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗅 𝗑 𝖥𝖾𝗆!𝖮𝖢 (𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅).

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; AHHHHH!!! I apologize for this taking me longer than the other chapters! Work has been absolutely HORRIBLE and exhausting and stressful and I feel like I haven’t had time for SHIT. 😫 But that’s healthcare for you! Lmao. ANYWAY, here is chapter 4 and I really liked how this turned out, so I hope ya’ll will too! I also decided to cross-post on my ao3 one chapter at a time and if you would rather read there, just let me know and I’ll send the link. Or I may end up posting it here eventually. Who knows!!! ENJOY! 🩵

𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ; 𝗠𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 (𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁) 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵, 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿-𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗶𝗹 (𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀), 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿.

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 ; 4140.

Everything felt like it was on fire.

It was too much to take and no matter how hard she tried, there was no way to make it stop.

Why was this happening?

What had she done to deserve this?

Please, get me out of here! Please!

Her legs were kicking, but she couldn’t get to the surface, couldn’t get out of the water that she was submerged in, that surrounded her in darkness; it was an endless abyss full of something that she wasn’t prepared to face, ominous and leering, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t!

It was too far. She was starting to run out of air - lungs burning and constricting in pain, nothing but raw agony - and there was no way she’d be able to keep this up forever.

I have to get out of here. Right now!

I’m not ready! Let me make it out, please.

Something wraps around her ankle, grip like ice, hard and strong, cold. She falters for a brief second before doubling her efforts, knowing she needed to get away and she needed to do it fast.

Get off! I’m not going. I won’t!

It yanks at her leg and starts to drag her down, causing panic to set in and her body thrashes in every direction, doing anything she could to break free.

There was a suffocating pressure all around, seeping into her pores and adding a thinly veiled terror that coursed through her veins; she wanted to scream and cry, to ask for help, but how could she? It was ripping her to shreds from the inside out and filling her with the feeling of death.

There was no escape from this.

She moved her arms in wide arcs, attempting to propel herself up to the top, and the more she tried, the harder it pulled, and she felt like she was stuck in quicksand, sucking her in until there was nothing left.

Let me go! I don’t want this! What don’t you understand!?

I’m not dying today! I won’t. I can’t!

A light appears in the distance, small at first, and then coming closer, and closer, and closer, growing in size and becoming brighter until her skin was illuminated with a luminescent glow.

What is this?

Make it stop!

It tightens around her ankle and tugs again, pain stabbing into every inch like shards of shattered glass, digging in to tinge with crimson, and she was certain - right then and there - that this was the end; she wasn’t going to come out of this alive.

Please, please, please.

Don’t do this to me.

She kept going down, down, down. It wasn’t going to let her go, there was no chance.

I’m not a bad person, I don’t deserve this!

The beat of her heart quickened and she fought with everything she had, refusing to give in, refusing to let it have her.

Let me out, let me out, let me out!

Its hold wouldn’t budge, only seeming to become stronger, and she couldn’t do it.

She couldn’t win.

Come on, Ari. Don’t you dare give up!

Keep fighting!

Her legs kick harder, teeth grit together as the burning in her lungs intensifies, like someone had shoved a white hot poker down her throat. It was too much. The flames had spread and she couldn’t breathe. The water was freezing, contrasting with the heat and waging a war inside of her. It was too much.

It hurts, it hurts! Please make it stop!

Keep fighting!

The light engulfs her. It keeps pulling. It won’t stop. It can’t stop. She flails around, struggling for something, anything.

Don’t give up, don’t give up.

You can do this, okay? I promise.

She looks up and blinks, catching sight of movement in the shadows.

No.

No, no, no!

Her mouth opens and she screams.

₊˚✧𑁍.ೃ࿔*:･

Ariadne sits up in bed with a startled gasp, air rushing in quickly and making her head spin; she places a hand over her chest, eyelids fluttering as she struggles to catch her breath, and the entirety of her petite frame trembles, thoughts cloudy and bringing forth something that she wanted to be far away from.

You’re okay. You’re fine, she smooths her hands over the satin sheets. It’s over and done with. You went in a- panic claws at her throat and she focuses on the way the fabric feels against her palms. You came back out. That’s the most important thing. You’re alive, Ari.

Her heart was beating rapidly behind her ribcage and it was taking everything she had to calm down, the fear racking her body with aftershocks of the horror that lingered. It was all-consuming, threading into every inch, settling in deep and growing roots that planned to stay.

It’s okay. It’s okay, her fingertips draw small circles, over and over again. I need a distraction. Give me a distraction, she takes a deep breath. Anything will work at this point. Please.

The air shifts and a tickle brushes her skin, catching her attention immediately; her eyes open fully to find the little shadow moving fluidly between her fingers, almost as if it were working hard to get her to notice.

Ariadne’s head tilts, unable to stop the relief that washes over her. I was wondering if you were ever going to come back around.

You had a nightmare.

I don’t really want to talk about it, she swallows and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Where have you been?

Even if you do not want to talk about it, you need to.

It’s too soon.

The longer you wait, the worse it will be.

Don’t use my own words against me.

Why not? They are such good ones.

Her eyes narrow as the shadow slithers up to wrap around her wrist, silken and shimmering beneath the low light. I’ll do it when I’m ready. I know it’ll be harder, but I… I can’t. Not right now.

It tightens for a brief moment and then loosens, temperature even cooler than before; a slow breath passes through her lips, shoulders sagging as some of the weight lifts. There was a sense of serenity, of safety. Was it… trying to comfort her?

We will be here when you do.

There’s that ‘we’ again, her fingers brush over the curve of it. There was no denying that the shadow had come to check on her, all assumptions gone and turned into fact. It was strange. She didn’t quite know how to take it and she wasn’t sure if she ever would.

Thank you for being here.

Where else would I be?

Ariadne huffs, eyes rolling. Wherever it is you’ve been since I last saw you a day and a half ago.

I was here.

Her brow furrows. Where? I couldn’t find you anywhere.

Is that your way of saying you missed my company?

Not if you’re going to be cocky about it, the corner of her mouth twitches when the shadow squeezes for a second time. You’re the best to talk to around here.

Are you including the Shadowsinger in that as well?

She falls silent upon his mention, not quite sure what she thought of him yet and even if she did, there was no way of knowing if she would be able to form it into a coherent sentence. Azriel was… peculiar? Was that the word she was looking for? Either way, she simply didn’t know and that was all she had at the moment.

I don’t think he likes me very much.

What makes you say that?

Ariadne blinks in surprise. It was a good question, as well as a fair one. Why did she think that? Regardless of the unknown word that could possibly describe the Shadowsinger, he had been fairly decent to talk to; polite, smart, inquisitive, and a lot less intimidating than she’d guessed. He didn’t push or pry, didn’t ask anything inappropriate, and wasn’t rude in the slightest.

Though, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he acted differently towards her than everyone else and it was throwing her off. Granted, she hadn’t been around Azriel that often before and maybe he was the same, but she didn’t know that for sure either.

I just can’t… she pauses. I can’t get a good read on him, I guess. He’s difficult to figure out and I don’t know if the questions I’m asking are the wrong ones.

There is not anything that you could ask that would be considered wrong to him.

She goes quiet again, watching as the shadow rotates around her wrist and then disappears, only to reappear on her shoulder. A soft hum emits from her throat as she continues to watch, reaching up to stroke the tip of her finger along the length of it; lips curving slightly when that purring sound reverberates in her head.

Is that your way of saying I should be true to myself and ask whatever I want? Even if it’s multiple questions at once?

I would recommend not going too quickly. What is the point in asking someone something if you do not give them enough time to answer?

Ariadne scratches her finger along the top in response. She knew it was right, and yet, she still didn’t know how to go about any of this. It was new and foreign and exhilarating, but it was also scary, which was upsetting to admit to herself. She didn’t want to be scared, because really, what was she scared of?

Pity.

Judgment.

Rejection.

A frown mars her features and she gives a half-shrug, working to push the negativity into one of the boxes she created, not wanting to have any of it free and wreaking havoc on her thoughts. It would always be there no matter what and if she was able to keep it at bay for a little while longer, then that was what she would do.

We’ll see, she settles back against the headboard, a small sigh falling from her lips. I may have a lot of questions, but the last thing I want to do is overwhelm anyone. Azriel included.

What you choose to do is up to you. It is all your decision, Ariadne. No one can take that away. The most we will ever do is to make sure that you are kept safe.

We, as in you and the rest of the shadows, right?

More or less.

Ariadne rolls her eyes, though there was a fondness in it that made her realize she didn’t mind the cryptic messages that were given to her; in fact, it only further served to capture her intrigue and made her wonder exactly what it was that still had yet to be revealed. It was a mystery and she was never one to deny the excitement that came along with unraveling them.

Even if she would much rather the answers be easier to obtain, the search could be fun.

Thank you, by the way.

For?

Distracting me.

₊˚✧𑁍.ೃ࿔*:･

I don’t like the kiwi. It doesn’t really taste like anything to me. Is that even… a thing? Ariadne sets the fruit down and moves to the bowl of cherries. There’s a pit in these if I remember right. Let’s not choke, please, she picks one up and bites into it before pulling it away to see the center. Okay, this is better, she chews, the tartness reminding her of the lemon bars and the juicy sweet had a hint of smokiness that was very much addictive. Definitely adding to the list.

She finishes it - unlike the few others she’d already tried - and wipes her fingers on the napkin, head tilting as everything around went completely still; it happened in an instant and she knew it wasn’t the magic of the house, but rather, a magic of another kind. Much stronger. Much more prominent, and riddled with power.

What was it?

Probably something you don’t want to mess with, her spine stiffens, throat working to swallow. It isn’t something, Ari, the back of her neck prickles. It’s someone.

“Well done, littlest Archeron. You can sense another Daemati, though, I wouldn’t recommend leaving an opening in your mind or else anyone could get in, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

She turns in a blink, only to be met with violet eyes - flecked with what she had imagined starlight to look like when Feyre had tried to describe it in written words - and a feline smirk.

“Rhysand.”

“Now, what have I done to upset you enough to feel the need to use my full name?” The vast intensity of his tone seems to soften a bit, becoming less of an enormity and more of something steady, grounding even. “I’d like it if you’d call me Rhys.”

Ariadne watches him carefully, finding herself unsure how to proceed. Azriel and his shadows were one thing, but the High Lord was a whole other playing field that she had no clue how to navigate.

Who are you kidding, Ari? You have no idea how to do any of this.

“Do you always talk to yourself?”

Her attention snaps back to the male in front of her, eyes narrowing. “Not very many people to talk to before I was thrown into that damn Cauldron, now was there? Don’t stand there and judge me for what I’ve done in years of silence.”

Rhys doesn’t move, though she swears there’s a hint of regret swirling amongst the stars. “I would never judge you. I’m the last person to judge anyone anyway,” his weight shifts. “You’ll need to practice separating your thoughts from what you say when the line of communication is open. Best to keep them private until you decide otherwise.”

“How do I do that?”

“Picture a barrier of some kind,” he walks around the counter and taps a finger against the wall. “Not too thick,” he pulls the towel off the handle of the oven and holds it up. “Not too thin,” the cup is in his hand and before she registers what’s happening, it’s thrown across the room and shatters into pieces. “But strong enough where no one can break through.”

“That way I can open and close it more easily than the big wall. Makes sense,” Ariadne clasps her hands together in her lap and raises a brow. “Are you going to clean that up?”

“Clean what up?”

Confusion flashes across her face briefly and then she sighs. Magic house. Right.

“I have a question for you,” Ariadne changes the subject, noting the amusement in his eyes and she decides that he is a sarcastic ass. “If a Daemati can sense another, why didn’t you know until now?”

The regret returns, which she finds interesting, and his mouth tightens. “Because I wasn’t paying attention. I was too focused on Feyre and what she’s doing in Spring Court,” he steps forward, almost seeming nervous. “I’m not well-versed in apologies, but I want to make it up to you by helping. If I can and if you’ll let me, that is.”

She lets his words echo in her mind, sinking in and allowing her to mull over exactly what he was offering, though not before she envisions a plate of glass that reflected iridescent hues in soft pastels to protect what she didn’t want him to know; it was several inches thick and impenetrable, as solid as steel and would serve its purpose well.

Good job, Ari. Now, she vacates her expression, unwilling to give anything away. What do you think of this? It seems genuine, but do you really want him to be the one to help you? Everything is still so new and happening all at once. Maybe you need to take a beat and try to process more before going forward.

A frown nearly succeeds in fighting its way to the surface at that. Aren’t you the one who wanted answers? Does it matter who they’re from or what order they come in? You might as well get them while you can since you don’t know if you’ll have an opportunity like this again.

Ariadne taps her finger against her knuckles as the thoughts run rampant, not wanting to resort to destroying herself over something as simple as a conversation with another, and tilts her head, eyes roaming over Rhys, who stood in silent observation.

“I’m alright with your help with the Daemati stuff,” she begins and is granted a small smile from the High Lord. “But everything else… I’ll play by ear. It’s my life and I deserve to have a say in who, when, and where,” she surveys his expression as she continues. “I don’t know you very well and if I’m being honest, I don’t know what I think of you just yet.”

A brief silence settles.

“Fair enough,” he nods. “Trust is earned and I have every intention of earning your’s. Even if it takes a while.”

She mimics the action and rubs a soothing circle onto the back of her hand, adding the right amount of pressure to remind herself that she was fine.

“Okay then. We can start tomorrow.”

₊˚✧𑁍.ೃ࿔*:･

Ariadne’s eyes widen as they move over the inked words on the page, finding herself completely taken aback by the scene unfolding in her mind; the female was allowing the male to… Oh. What is- OH! Is that what happens? Is it-!

A familiar coolness brushes over her feet, causing her to jump and slam the book shut, cheeks flushing bright red.

Don’t do that!

You should pay more attention.

I’m reading! Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to interrupt someone when a good story is involved?

No.

Ariadne releases a huff. Well, it is, and I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t do it again. Now, she sets the book onto the table. What is so important that you decided to scare the absolute hell out of me?

The shadow wraps around her calf and squeezes. You are wanted elsewhere.

By who?

If you would finally leave this library for once, you would find out.

How very cryptic of you, she rolls her eyes. I should be used to it by now, I suppose, her lips pressed together in a thin line. Do I have to? It isn’t Rhysand, is it? I already told him we’ll start tomorrow.

You do not have to do anything, but I strongly encourage it, there’s a small pause as the shadow moves to encircle her wrist. It is not the High Lord.

Thank the blasted Cauldron for that. Fine, Ariadne pushes herself up from the chair to stand and glances down at the shimmering tendril. I’ll go. Happy?

Ecstatic.

Her eyes roll for a second time, but she exits the library and makes her way down the hall. Where am I going?

To the roof.

The roof? Why am I wanted on the roof?

You will see.

Ariadne sighs and decides to not question it any further. It wasn’t like she was getting anywhere - she never did - with the shadow’s answers, so why bother? She keeps walking, allowing instinct to guide her and she comes to a hall that leads to the right that she hadn’t noticed before. Her brow furrows. Where did this come from?

There was no response, not that she expected one, and she chooses to follow it, figuring that if she got lost, it would be a sort of adventure and she’d make the best of it like she did everything else; she continues on, fingers gliding along the wall and mind zoning out, wandering to who could possibly want her around. It couldn’t be Feyre, could it? No, don’t be silly, Ari. You would know if she was back.

Then who was it?

She sighs and looks down at her wrist to see that the shadow had disappeared, a frown now formed on her lips. Gee, thanks. What a tour guide you turned out to be, Ariadne returns her gaze forward and notices a winding staircase ahead that went up, with no clue as to where it went. Wonderful.

Her arm lowers to her side when she approaches, standing at the bottom for a moment and weighing on whether this was a good idea or not. It wasn’t like she had anything better to do, right? Might as well. She takes a breath and begins to climb, one by one, finding herself thankful that there was a railing to hold onto; the last thing she needed was to lose her footing and fall.

This is stupid. Why am I doing this? Ariadne bites at the inside of her lip. Because the shadow told you, she shakes her head. You make your own decisions and you could’ve said no, and you can still go back if you want to. No one is forcing you, her teeth puncture the skin and she tastes blood. But you want to know and it’ll drive you crazy otherwise.

Another sigh. Keep going then. Someone is waiting, apparently, and it’d be more stupid of you to not go and find out, the stairs become a bit steeper and she huffs, the muscles in her legs burning from the exertion. This better be worth it.

It seemed that it was endless, going on and on, and wearing her out in a way that made her want to give up and go back the way she came, but that was soon forgotten when a door came into view. She nearly cheers in triumph, feeling proud that she had managed it all on her own. There was still no knowledge of what - who - exactly would be on the other side and that caused a bit of nerves to rise to the surface, though she made herself open it anyway.

The first thing to hit her was the fresh air; surprisingly warm despite the sun lowering behind the distant mountains and scented with some sort of flower that she wasn’t familiar with. She inhales deeply, the corner of her mouth twitching, and walks further out, noting that this wasn’t what she would consider a roof, more so an overlook or maybe even a really large balcony.

Her head tilts as she observes the surroundings, finding it to be quite nice. It was private and secluded, a prime place for her to read or write, which she hadn’t done since she was Made, and she couldn’t help but feel slighted that she was just now discovering it.

All I’d need is to get one of those comfy armchairs from the library up here, Ariadne places a hand on her hip. A footstool too, she swivels to the right. And a table, a small hum emits from her throat. There has to be a type of magic that would keep it all safe from the weather that would make it okay for me to leave books and other things too.

She crosses to the bannister and places her hands flat on top, leaning up on her tip-toes to look over the edge and realizing she couldn’t see everything that she wanted; she pushes herself up further until her feet dangle above the ground, her stomach pressed against the stone as she worked to keep balanced. Her chin lifts, eyes taking in the sights presented before her and eliciting a soft gasp.

It was beautiful.

There were hundreds of lights down below, all coming from the buildings, and winding streets that she was sure were filled with the people who lived there, bursts of color in one area and a flowing river that seemed to glitter with something akin to diamonds. She had never seen anything like it in her life and she was itching to go explore, just to see what she might find, who she might meet, what she might learn.

Ariadne leans over further, excitement getting the best of her, when the balance that she was trying to maintain falters.

She teeters forward and a startled squeak escapes from her mouth, hands scrambling for purchase on the bannister as she begins to fall; her chest heaves, nothing but pure panic taking over, and her legs kick in an attempt to pull her body back down to solid ground.

Oh Gods! Don’t let me die like this! No, no, n-!

Something hard and strong and warm grips her hips, effectively cutting off her train of thought and rescuing her from certain death. She sucks in a sharp breath and whirls around immediately, eyes wide as she looks up, up, up to meet a perfectly chiseled jaw and golden hazel that was full of a whirlwind of emotions that she didn’t have the mind to decipher right then.

“Azriel?”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ; @ashblooddragons , @rcarbo1 , @waytoomanyteenagefeels , @prettylittlewrites , @tele86 , @missxmarvelous , @herondale-lightworm , @kabekusa , @fr0stf4ll .

[lordfancy]

My quick take on ShadowVanilla

(not a negative post/ask me anything)

This is kind of random, but I can’t stop thinking about the dynamic between Shadow Milk Cookie and Pure Vanilla because I do honestly really enjoy it. Also, this is mostly just my opinion, so please bear with me.

Overall, I don’t ship them. No matter how much I think about it, I just can’t see them in a romantic relationship.

However, I really love the idea of them having a strong, loving friendship instead. There’s still care and compassion between them, but in a way that feels more natural rather than romantic.

I think another reason I’m not the biggest fan of the romantic ship is that I’ve seen their pairing and dialogue reduced to nothing but "really gay yaoi," which is kind of upsetting. It feels like their dynamic gets dumbed down to that; but I’m not saying all shippers are like that, of course.

Most importantly though, I don’t have anything against anyone who does ship them I’ve just had trouble finding more content that focuses on their platonic bond.

Honestly, I’d love for anyone to ask me questions or just talk to me about this because, overall, I think ship wars are childish, unless someone’s shipping something borderline illegal, you know? I like understanding different perspectives, even if we don’t see eye to eye. Just because someone likes cheeseburgers doesn’t mean you have to hate them cause you don’t like cheeseburgers.

But yeah, that’s all my rambling. Feel free to drop your opinion I’d love to hear other people’s takes on this from both perspectives 🙇‍♂️🙏

[lucysarah-c]

Hi!

How do you think Levi would reassure his chubby/plus size partner? For example for the most part, as a chubby/plus size person I’m pretty confident in my own skin. But sometimes (rarely) I just see the stretch marks and rolls and want to rip my skin off haha.

And how do you think he would support his partner during their weight loss journey and dealing with the after effects of loosing weight? (I’m currently on a journey myself and I’ve lost 4 stone I’m so proud of myself T^T)

Please feel free to give this a pass I just really like your analysis of Levi as a character and your lore-friendly headcannons!

Hi, love! Sorry for the late reply—I wanted to give this one extra love! 💕

First of all, I’m so proud of you, pookie! And you’re absolutely right to be proud of yourself! It’s always hard to make a change for the better and build healthier habits—not just for weight loss but for taking care of our bodies. That’s the spirit! 💖

Also, weight loss journeys can be tricky. Please remember that progress isn’t linear—it’s like crossing a field. Sometimes you go up, sometimes you go down, but what matters is that you keep going and don’t give up! It’s normal to have days where you feel down—I have them too. All the time, haha! What matters is not losing sight of your goal. And remember: 10-25% is always better than 0%!

Now, let’s talk about Levi. His biggest issue? He’s not good with words—especially reassuring ones. 😂 So please, have patience with this poor man. That said, during your journey, Levi would be an incredibly supportive partner—just in his own way.

You want to start jogging? He’s going with you. You want to hike on weekends to be more active and connect with nature? He’s already mapped out the best trails. You want to hit the gym? He’s making sure you do the exercises right and don’t injure yourself. You need to follow a nutrition plan? He’s taking the grocery list and handling it like a mission.

Levi is a silent supporter—he may not say much, but he’s always backing you up.

Where he struggles the most is with words—

Maybe it’s a hard day. Maybe you’re looking at yourself, feeling insecure. You’ve been working hard, but today, it just doesn’t feel like it’s showing. You’re getting ready, glancing at the mirror, and your self-esteem has seen better days.

You murmur, "Do you think I look the same? Do you think I look…"—you hesitate, then say it, "Fat?"

His silence makes you turn around, conflicted—only to find him staring at you, dead serious.

"Come here."

You frown. "What?"

"Come here." He repeats.

You walk up to him, confused. He gestures for you to get even closer.

"What?" you ask again.

"Closer. It’s a secret."

So you lean in—only for his warm breath to hit your skin as he murmurs in that low, raspy voice:

"Fat is my cock when I see you."

Your face burns. Your body tenses. You gasp, completely flustered—only for him to grab your waist and pull you closer. He smirks as you look away, both embarrassed and tempted.

"Levi!" you scold.

"What?" he teases, eyes glinting. "You want me to prove it?"

You roll your eyes. "Wow, so romantic."

He hums, satisfied. "I am. ‘Cause I love ya." Then he gently pushes your head closer, pressing a soft kiss to your hair before finally letting you go.

"Don’t be stupid," he mutters. "You’re doing great."

Hope you like this! 🥺💕 Thank you so much for your ask! Mwah! 😘✨

[serxinns]

Helllloooo how are you? I was wondering if you could make a platonic yandere neglectful family x disabled reader like reader either lost a limb when they were little and they have to wear a fake one? You can make it a one shot or anything I just want to see how you interpret it! Have a nice day!

Yandere fam x disabled reader

A/n: it's been a while motivation has been down lately but I manged to make something woohoo! This is my first time making these especially making a physically disabled character so please feel free to criticize and give me helpful tips so I can improved in the future please and thank you

TW: yandere behaviors, neglect, toxic family dynamics, violence, weird behaviors that I DO NOT condemn, violence towards reader?, ableism, And more read at your own risk, this is purely fiction please do not think what the parents are doing is right this is suppose to be shown in a negative light ableism isn't cool ty

"So when are you running away?" Your friend asked worriedly on the phone "Early in the morning im so fucking tired of them" you as you frustratedly threw a bunch of clothes, food, and other items you needed in the bag while hot tears streamed down your cheeks you andMotherer" just got done with another heated your mother had a habit of always blaming you and never on your brother even if your brother had the proof all over him and your father would back her up saying "listen to your mother" or " stop being so defensive and be grateful" or when your parents made everything about him

But it was never like that you were born with a limb reduction defect which your parents worried a lot but mostly about their reputation, so before your 1st Birthday they taught you the basics at an early age like how to crawl then after that walking,, fortunately, you were a fast learner which pleased your parents and the other parents at the daycare giving praises to them, they always told you to hide your prosthetic leg claiming that "the world doesn't like people who are different" Shorts were banned in the house. If so, they would force you to wear long ass socks that would cover your whole entire leg. Whenever a parent or a kid questions it, they excuse, "Oh, we are just protecting their skin from the sun! Or "It's just their weird sense of fashion" they'll joke about making sure no one was suspicious

You had a normal family and life with amazing friends your parents would always throw big celebrations even when it's something small inviting all the neighborhood kids and families "My what an intelligent child you have!" said a woman who filled them up with pride and joy "they must've had their mother's intelligence or their fathers easy going attitude" the kids would even praise you as well some jealous glances here and there but you didn't mind all you cared about was that your parents were proud of you that was all that mattered you would think as you ran to them in open arms all happy and smiles

Those memories now burned in the back of your mind.

Then your parents came home with a beautiful baby boy your eyes beamed at you seeing your parents smiling brightly as you saw the sleeping child swaddled in the car-themed blanket to be truthful it was the most happiest and painful memory of you holding and kissing your brother's chubby cheeks, how your father discovered you fell asleep in his crib while feeding him, how they'll laugh when you and your brother made a mess or you dressed him up in embarrassing clothing the two of you were like peas in a pod they'll say

But then it began it was when you got 2nd place on a scienceprojectyou worked so hard on "great job y/n!" Your father as father picked him up and twirled him around the room as mother had the biggest grin on her face "I'll be making your favorite dessert!" "YAYYYY!" Your brother then came home frowning both you and your parents rushed to him worried expressing on their face "honey what's wrong? Is everything ok" "i...I got 5th place on my spelling test" your parents were face fell "Oh honey it's ok how about we make you your favorite desert!" Your brother face lit up as your face fell

"but you said we were making my favorite..." your father came up to you with a reassuring smile "dont worry honey we'll make yours another time but this time your brother is feeling down dont you think it's a bit selfish to think that when your brother is down" you didn't say anything as your father walked away comforting your younger brother were you really selfish? You would think the feeling crushes you as you saw how sad your brother was so you sucked it up and didn't protest to avoid any future situations it was just one time right

That was untill it became more frequent

They often missed your special events like they graduated fifth grade with an all-A-honor roll and perfect attendance you wanted to show your parents but they weren't here rather they were at the ice parlor with your brother celebrating that he tied his shoes all by themselves your grandparents had to replace them for you and they took you out to eat at your favorite restaurant as at least but you were still hurt by your parents and bothers absence when you returned home they didn't even apologize they just made up some crappy excuse like "we didn't want your brother to feel like hes nothing" or something like that you didn't say anything but told them "i understand" it to yourself not wanting to disappoint them

But this was only the beginning on your 11th birthday they always brought you to a family entertainment restaurant and made an excuse like "Oh I'm sorry sweetie we'll go there next year let your brother have this" You nodded trying so hard not to cried right in their faces your grandparents were outrageous an out this and both had a big fight which ended up forcing you to keep a low contact on them

Or when you were tired of hiding your leg from your friends and showed it to them they all stared in wonder asking a bunch of questions about it when you got home they were horrified

But it didn't stop there on events like Christmas or Halloween they would buy your brother the most high-quality stuff and gifts while you got some hand-me-downs and had to wear your previous costumes that could barely fit you and would use the "we're on a budget" while ordering your brother the newest toy that cost over 200 dollars your brother didn't make it better as he would brag it off to you playfully which pissed you off resulting in you shouting at him scaring him off causing a drastic shift in your relationship

As time went on, your parents became distant and strained on you only strict when you did something wrong and needed punishing you began to argue as your brother just gave you dry responses and avoided you making some comments here and there you only came out when it was dinner time or some "important family meeting" which rarely ever happened

One day tho was the final straw it was a week before your birthday and your parents called you two down for an important meeting in the living room as you sat on the couch your mother announced that they were going on a family trip to a country you always wanted to go to Your eyes widened as they all cheered hugging each other are did they actually planned this for you? Did they finally acknowledge your achievements guess all the hard work paid off didn't it

Oh how naive and gullible you were

"Oh no y/n you're not going it's just gonna be the 3 of us"

"What"

You stared at them for a moment, thinking as if this was some sort of sick joke they were playing, but it was serious. They were actually serious, your father signed, frowning, trying to show concern. "Oh dear, but who will watch them?" Your parents started talking about letting you stay at relatives' house the room started spinning and without a warning, you threw a glass bottle across the room at a wall which startled your parents as they saw your teary-eyed glare

You lashed out telling them calling them all sorts of them and calling them out on their favoritism your mother started crying as your father in her defense stated that "they did everything for you" It changed from yelling matched to a heated argument with hurtful words were said as your brother watched in fear crying, you gave them one final "Fuck you" to them and slammed the door and break down crying calling your friend and telling them about everything

They suggested that you stay with them for a while

And here you are, packing everything you need, leaving this hell. "y/n, it's ok. I'm here," your friend's comforting words echoed in your ears as you continued packing; you felt numb at the moment, not caring about anything but just letting your body do. Wondered if you wanted to see your parents or even talk to them again but you knew you didn't wanna stay here anymore you couldn't take it you needed someone to comfort you to hold you close and tell you the things you needed to hear

For the rest of the night, Your parents didn't even bother to check on you or even yell at you after that your brother just stared at your door silently for a moment and slowly went back to his room your parents suggested that they would punish you dearly after the trip taking all your electronics away and such making sure you won't cause another outburst again

The next morning roam as you heard your window knocking signaling you that it was time your friend grabbed your bag you made your way crawling out the window taking one final glance at your room and then carefully jumping out the window feeling a sense of relief

As your family went on a trip you started warming up to your friend's family they were the opposite of what your family was they made sure you felt welcome always checking on you whenever you or your friend needed anything they even took you to your favorite restaurant on your birthday they called your grandparents reassuring them that you were alright and well and to not tell your parents about where you were

When your parents got back they realized that the house was quiet too quiet... they stomped up the stairs and went into your room and saw that you were gone... impossible you couldn't your mother started freaking out searching the entire neighborhood begging them to look for you while your father was pasting around the house think where you could be "Wait they must've stayed in our relative's house remember" your parents and brother jumped In the car and drove to each relatives house but they all gave them the cold shoulder for some reason even your grandfather threw cold water at them yelling at them to get out

They were all confused why were they given the cold shoulder and where could you be? They decided to go the last place they could think of

Your friends house

"Kids come get your dinner!" Your friend's mother, Mrs Rodger, yelled as the two of you raced downstairs, "hell yeah, taco night!" "Language!" She scolded as the two of you sat down amd began devouring the taco a doorbell rang along with some knocking you started getting worried and so did your friend as the knocking and doorbell grew louder and desperate your friend's father overheard this and walked up to the door looking out the peephole his face turned red in anger

"Kids I want you to go upstairs as quietly as you can do not make a single noise f/n make sure you hide y/n" Your friend nodded as they quickly took you to their room making sure they hid you in a safe place Mr. Rodger calmed himself down and opened the door to see your parents in an exhausted yet worried state their hair all messy and the mothers face all wet and eyes red from crying

"Hello, Mr and Ms l/n, what brought you here, oh, Mrs l/n, are you crying?" Mr Rodger had a worried expression on his face as your mother started wiping away her tears and nose with a soaked tissue. "My child, I...they're missing, and I think they ran away somewhere 'cause we had a nasty fight, and it ended horribly, and the next day they were gone!" Your mother started crying again as your father soothed her, trying to calm down as your father began to speak. "We were wondering if they were staying at your house?" "I'm afraid I don't they haven't gone to our house or even visited they didn't even call my kid's number I'm sorry-" they all stopped when they heard a bump from upstairs

"What was that?" your mother asked, trying to peek into the Rodgers house, but Mr Rodgers blocked her. "It's just my kid playing, that's all, ms," but your mother didn't have it. "Lies! You must've kidnapped my baby and given them back to me right now!!" Your father held your mother back as she started screaming at Mr Rodgers "Ms l/n you need to calm down I didn't take your kid" Your brother got out of the car watching everything in horror as your father tried to drag her back to the car as she screamed "give me back my baby"

You covered your ears and started crying as your friend hugged you comforting you as you held them tightly you never saw this side of your mother she was always calm and knew what to do she was very intelligent and mature for her age and now you hear her breaking down and screaming trying to attack Mr Rodgers while your brother begged her to stop "dear please calm down I'm so sorry Rodger well talk another time" as he placed your mother in the car and drove back to the house defeated

Ever since then everyone in the l/n house began to change a day after Mr Rodger heard from, the neighbors that your family started developing weird behaviors your brother would come in your room and would sleep in there while your mother would only eat what you eaten like favorite snacks to favorite dinners and even liked your type of fashion your dad on the other hand was a different story he began to think that everyone was a suspect to your disappearance he sometimes would bash on the door demanding you to come out for almost a hour for him to walk off when Mr Rodgers threaten to call the police

Your mother would sometimes come to your friend's house smiling unusually and humming your favorite song that you used to listen to as a kid or even start to taut you a bit reminding you about all the memories or either sobbing and begging for forgiven stating that they'll be better parents

The final straw was when you were finishing up your last class and you looked out the window to see your father smiling In the car waiting for you.

Eventually, you begged Mr Rodgers to let you change schools to avoid your family and decided that you weren't gonna go back there not yet.. until everything calmed down but until that, you held your guard up for the time being

You knew your parents were just gonna give up now then not now they needed you their precious baby and they were gonna do everything to get you back in their arms again

[blehblehbleh735]

Prove It - Chris Sturniolo

Summary: Chris doesn't think Y/N can handle him Warnings: sexual content, smut, p in v, backshots, unprotected sex (please just no), rough!dom!chris, making out Word count: 1.3k

Chris leans back against the headboard, arms crossed over his chest, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips.

“You really think you can handle me, babygirl?” His voice is low, dripping with challenge, eyes dark as they rake over you.

Your heart pounds, but you refuse to back down. “I don’t think. I know.”

You crawl closer, hands settling on his thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch. “You’re the one who doesn’t know what to do with me.”

Chris lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Oh yeah? That’s cute.” He reaches up, fingers threading into your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze. His pupils are blown, his lips slightly parted. “So prove it.”

Your breath hitches, but you don’t hesitate. You shift closer, your fingers tracing along his jawline before sliding into his hair, tugging just enough to make him suck in a sharp breath.

Chris tilts his head into your touch, his smirk faltering for a split second before returning with even more intensity.

“You always talk big, ma. But I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into.” His voice is a murmur now, his grip on your hair tightening just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

You tilt your head, a smirk of your own forming. “That sounds like fear, Chris.” His brows raise, amusement flickering across his face. “Fear?”

He scoffs, pulling you even closer. “Nah, babygirl. I just don’t think you realize what happens when you play this game with me.”

“Then stop talking and show me.”

Chris watches you for a long second, his expression unreadable, before his smirk fades into something darker, something more serious. His fingers tighten in your hair, his free hand sliding down to grip your waist.

“Alright, ma,” he mutters, voice rough. “Just remember—you asked for this.”

His grip on your waist shifts, fingers pressing firmly as he guides you down onto the mattress beneath him. You let out a shaky breath, your hands gripping the sheets as he hovers over you, eyes dark with intent. The air between you crackles with tension, his gaze locked onto yours, watching every tiny movement, every breath you take.

He likes seeing you flustered, loves knowing that no matter how confident you pretend to be, you still react to him.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” he teases, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “You’re already looking a little nervous, babygirl.”

You swallow hard but refuse to back down. “You talk too much, Chris.”

His smirk returns, full of amusement, but there’s something else there too—something deeper, something hungry.

“Yeah? Then do something about it.”

You don’t give him the satisfaction of hesitating. Instead, you tug at the hem of his shirt, slipping it up over his head and tossing it aside before running your cold hands over his bare skin. His breath stutters slightly, and you catch the way his muscles twitch under your fingertips. He’s always in control, always the one teasing, but now he’s watching you like he doesn’t know what you’ll do next.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you tease, leaning in, your lips ghosting over his jaw. “Still think I can’t handle you?”

Chris exhales sharply, his hands gripping your hips. “You’re playing a dangerous game, ma.” His voice is rougher now, lower, his control slipping just a little.

“Good,” you whisper, lips brushing against his skin.

“Then stop holding back.”

Chris curses under his breath, his restraint snapping as he flips you onto your stomach, pinning you beneath him. He stares down at you, eyes burning with something intense, something all-consuming.

“Alright,” he breathes, leaning down so his lips are barely an inch from your ear. “Let’s see if you can handle me, baby.”

“Get on your knees for me.”

Your breath stutters at the command, a slow shiver rolling down your spine. You shift onto your hands and knees, the mattress dipping beneath you as you move. Chris hums in approval, his hands ghosting over the small of your back before trailing lower, squeezing just enough to make you arch into his touch.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his voice rough, filled with something possessive. He takes his time, his fingers teasing at the hem of your shirt before slowly dragging it up over your body. The fabric pools around your shoulders before he tugs it off entirely, leaving you in nothing but the heat of his gaze.

Chris presses a kiss to your spine, slow and deliberate, his hands exploring every inch of newly exposed skin. He loves this, loves taking his time despite how desperate he is. His lips trail upward, following the curve of your back as his fingers work at the clasp of your bra, letting it slip away just as easily.

He groans softly, hands sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing over your ribs. “You won’t be able to handle this, ma.” His breath is warm against your skin, his voice thick.

You turn your head slightly, catching his dark gaze over your shoulder. “You really underestimate me.”

Chris doesn’t hesitate this time. His hands move lower, hooking into the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down inch by inch, making sure you feel every moment of it. He wants to savor this, wants you just as desperate as he is.

His own patience snaps as he rids himself of his clothes in a frenzy, the fabric tossed carelessly aside. He presses himself against you, the heat of his body overwhelming, his breath coming quicker. He grips your hips, his lips pressing against your shoulder before trailing up to the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“You look so good like this,” he murmurs, voice low and wrecked. “All mine.”

His hands roam over you, mapping every inch of your skin, his touch burning, claiming. Every movement, every whisper against your skin, pulls you deeper into him, into the intensity of the moment. He tilts your chin to the side, pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss, fingers digging into your hips like he can’t bear to let go.

“You wanted to prove yourself, babygirl?” he rasps, dragging his lips over your jaw. “Then take me like a good girl and be completely silent.”

Chris takes his time sliding his boxers down, his movements slow, deliberate, as if he’s making sure you watch every second of it. He inches forward, slowly pushing himself in. Your forehead falls back against the pillows in front you, eyes fluttering shut. 

He begins moving his hips back and forth slow at first, until he sucks in a breath, his grip harsh as he begins slamming into you at a vigorous pace. Your eyes roll back, your jaw dropping at the incredible feeling. The headboard starts rocking into the wall, leaving loud bangs that Chris has no doubt his brothers hear. 

"Fucking take it." He groans between his teeth. Chris lifts his palm before landing a sharp smack on your ass, almost causing you to whimper. You bite your lip, trying your best to hold back your moans as his tip repeatedly hits your insides.

Chris picks up the pace again, pounding into you faster, silently hoping everyone would hear the sound of his skin slapping against your ass.

"Bet they can hear us, ma," he whispers, voice dripping with satisfaction. His grip on your hips tightens as he pulls you back to meet each thrust, the intensity making your fingers clench the sheets beneath you. The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoes through the room, shameless and unrelenting.

"Let 'em know who you belong to."You start to feel your orgasm build up, the knot in your stomach slowly tightening. Your walls tighten around Chris's dick as he moves in and out of your pussy, your moans getting harder and harder to hold back.You won't let him win.

"You still think you can take more?"

Chris growls, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrusts even deeper, testing your resolve.

"Because I'm not done with you yet."

Author's note: so ummm what do we think? I've never written smut before so this is probably ass but please let me know what you think and if I should write more

[winniethewife]

I'll be your gravity, you be my oxygen

(Creature!II x F!Reader)

Words:1928

A/N: I'm really excited about this one!! This fic has a They/them Editon posted on Ao3, I wrote it both ways and I couldn't decide which way I liked it more so I posted the two versions! As Always if you want to hear me shout into the void about this band (And others) Please follow me over at @lyricallymelodic

Disclaimer: All fan fic written by me for this fandom is based on a fictional depiction of the personas of the band members, no real people were perceived in the making of this fiction.   Tags: Creature Feature AU, Fluff,

He waited for her like always, waiting almost too close to the edge of the forest. Watching the smoke billow up from the blacksmith in town. II had waited here every day since the first day, the day he had wandered into town, unaware that the humans would try to hurt him. Well most of the humans. She would never. That day even as a small child she had seen him and tried to secret him away.

“They don’t really like anyone whose different around here, and you’re even more different than I am”  The memory of their fist interaction played in his head, How she had snuck him into her home, giving him a small amount of food before throwing her father’s winter cloak over him and guiding him back to the forest. Ever since they had met up almost every day. When she was young it was to play games, tag and hide and seek. Now it was more often to talk, to explore the forest, just being near each other. Today was special though, he had planned this exact day out for a while. He had talked with the others, made sure everything was exactly right. Just then he saw her approaching. He felt the feathers on the back of his neck stand up slightly in excitement, reminding himself not to extend his wing span. He was so eager to see her, but didn’t want to be seen by anyone who might be watching her leave.

She could see him in the distance and she picked up her pace. She couldn’t contain her excitement. It didn’t matter how many times she saw him in a week, every time was special to her. She was used to being completely isolated in her own home, no one seemed to notice her in town. No one tried to be her friend, no one tried to get to know her past the surface, except for him. That day he had stumbles into her life was the best day of her life. Once she was close enough she took in his appearance. He short and sort of bulky, but she knew this was mostly just fluff. She took in his piercing blue eyes, his dark grey feathers and grey hued skin. Folded against his back were his gorgeous wings, his body covered in her fathers old winter cloak, modified to allow his wings to be free, with the hood pulled over his head. She smiles at him as she finally closed the massive distance between them.

“Hello, II! I missed you!” She said excitedly as she embraced him, feeling the soft velvet of his skin as he wrapped his arms around her.

“And I missed you.” II muttered, his voice low and filled with an unusual vibrato, something she had become familiar with despite how strange it sounded. “I have something to show you. Something I’ve been wanting to show you for a while.” She could hear the excitement in his voice. She was curious, with all the years they’d known each other what in the forest of Eden had she not seen?

“Well then, sounds like we’re going on an adventure! Good thing I wore my boots.” She said with a grin. He couldn’t help but chuckle, He took her hand in his and started to lead the way down the winding forest path. They conversed along the way, she told him what had been going on in town, the gossip and the rumors that he so enjoyed, and he told her about his last visit to see Vessel on the other side of the forest, and his recent adventures with IV and III. When the two of them pass their usual spot by the river she starts to wonder what his plan is.

“So, where are you taking me exactly?” She asked as she hopped across the stones leading across the calm part of the river. II was ahead of her using his wingspan to balance as he also carefully makes his way over the path.

“What you don’t trust me?” he jests taking a jump to reach the other side, turning on his heel to face her, offering her a hand to help her. She takes it with a smile and once her feet are back on solid ground she gives him a smile.

“If I didn’t trust you I wouldn’t be following you deep into the forest to places unknown.” She countered with playful look in her eyes. “But I would like to know where you’re taking me.” II grinned at her request. He shrugged, the movement of the muscles causing the slightest movement along his wings.   

“I guess you’ll just have to see. We’re almost there anyway.” He chuckled, the odd vibration of his voice tickles the back of her mind. She could listen to him talk for hours. They kept walking for a little longer, until they made it to a cliffside. II stood on the edge and she stood next to him looking over the continuing forest below, in the distance she could see the ocean. She had known the forest of Eden was expansive but this was something else. II looked over at her, this is the part it would get risky, but it was worth it.

“Are you sure you trust me?” He asked hesitantly. She was still looking over the view below, rendered speechless by the beautiful vista. She looked back at him and nodded. He took this as a go ahead, and he lifted her into his arms, wrapping one arm around her back and lifting her by the back of her knees until she was cradled in his arms. She gasped softly watching as his wings spread, the sun hitting the dark feathers causing them to show their true iridescent nature. He turned his gaze to her reaction for just a moment, and he was glad he did, the way her eyes lit up and her mouth opened in awe was worth the momentary distraction from what he was about to do.

“Hold on tight” He muttered tightening his grip on her before he took a step off the cliff. She grabs at him quickly, shocked by his actions, but she wasn’t afraid. She knew she should be, he could easily drop her and she would plummet to her death but she knew he wouldn’t. His wings flapping gracefully as he moved through the air, circling down to the cave that was embedded into the cliff side that he called home. When he landed he steadied himself before setting her feet on the ground.

“II! That was…Amazing!’ she said breathlessly as she finds her sense of balance again a wide smile on her face. She took a look around the cave, and that’s when she started to realize what this was, where he had brought her. “Is this?”

“My nest, yeah.” He said softly, looking at her with adoration, he wasn’t sure what else to say. She thought back to the day that she had brought him to her home, how he had reacted. He had resisted and was confused, jabbering at her in what she would learn to be Sleep’s speak. Later when he knew how to speak her language he would explain that generally his species didn’t invite someone into their nest unless they were courting or wished to court the other, so at the time it hadn’t made sense why this child was pulling him into her home. They had laughed about that for years. Now it seemed less funny, a warmth blossoming in her chest as the realization came to her.

“You…I…Me? But I…and we…” Her thoughts were running faster than she could speak them. How would this even work? They were so different? And yet she had known him all her life, it made sense even, she never spent time with anyone in her home town, and she was in love with him.

Oh.

Oh…

She was in love with him. She had never thought that before, how long had she been in love with him? How long had he been in love with her? II took her face in his hands, he could tell she was over analyzing everything.

“Deep breaths.” He muttered, gently running the pads of his thumbs across her cheeks, his icy eyes looking into hers with such soft affection. He knew this would be a lot for her to take in at first, but as she put her hands on his face as well he knew he had made the right choice. He pressed his forehead to hers and let out a soft sound, the quiet Perch-coo like that of the doves that would fly through the village in the early morning. She melted, letting herself relax, leaning into his touch, breathing deeply.

“I can’t believe I didn’t…how could I have been so blind?” She hummed as she found her hands drifting to the back of his head holding him closer to her. II let out a soft laugh, adjusting his stance so he could hold her closer to him.

“I could make a joke about bird folk having better vision than humans but that feels in bad taste” He joked, moving his hands from her face to her waist. She laughed, he was so funny once you got to know him. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath in, letting his scent fill her senses.

“Well, at least we both know now…right?” she whispered, they had gravitated so close together that he could feel her breath on his lips. II had no impulse control left, he had to kiss her. His lips press against hers, his eyes flutter closed, his hands travel up her back gently pulling her closer. She let out the sweetest little noise II had ever heard in his life, and he instantly knew he needed to hear it again. Pulling at her hips as he deepens the kiss, licking into her mouth, tasting her, feeling her, memorizing every bit of her. He couldn’t get enough, especially as she started to pull at him, eager to be even closer if possible. To know she was his, to know she wanted him as much as he wanted her was a euphoric experience. Instinctively his wings moved to shroud them as he pulled away from the kiss, out of breath. She looked into his eyes, the way they glowed softly in the low light of the shadows of the cave and the cover of his wings. Everything about this moment sang with love, a love she had thought she’d never known, but now realized she’d known since the day he walked into her life. II mutters something in Sleeps speak as he stared in her eyes.

“What was that?” She asked, thinking in the back of her mind that she needed to learn that language at some point. He repeated the short phrase.

“I don’t think there’s a good direct translation, but it basically means, I will follow you though life until the day we both die because I will not spend a single minute without you.” He spoke reverently, like he was making a vow. She looked at him stunned for a moment.

“Now just saying ‘I love you too’ feels uniquely inadequate.” She mumbles. II shook his head.  

“You would never be inadequate my love.” He presses a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, then finally back onto her lips.

For once in her life.

She felt wanted.

And she was.

~

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Taglist: @silvernight-m @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @stellasplendens @ierofrnkk

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[whomstsnek]

Posting another of my many, many DND characters. Here's Kaiser!!

Originally, Kaiser was from a modern setting zombie apocalypse campaign a friend of mine ran :3 they wanted to try out preplanned classes, and I ended up with doctor (life domain cleric). In his original iteration, he was an anxious but empathetic doctor; he originally went into medicine to help others and run from his family of dubious morals.

I haven't played him in this iteration yet, but here I imagine him as a chronurgy wizard. He's a changeling originally born into an inner city crime family and couldn't stand seeing people suffer at the hands of his family and their employees. In his late teens/early 20s he assumed a new identity and ran, moving from town to town every few months and changing his disguise every few years. He's incredibly paranoid about being followed or found out.

In one town he took up a quick job to earn a little coin before his next move, and ended up helping an older man clean out and organize his home. While cleaning the man's study he found countless tomes, scrolls, and spellbooks, and seeing Kaiser's interest the man offered to teach him what he knew. He hesitantly accepted, unable to help his curiosity.

After many more years than he had planned, learning magic under the tutelage of the old wizard, the man woke him in the dead of night, shoved his personal spellbook into Kaiser's hands, pushed him out the door with the sole instruction to save himself. Ever dutiful, he did as he was told, the last thing he saw being the wizard's humble home burning in the distance.

Another few years later he's taken on his most recent disguise, that of a human man with fair skin and dark hair, and he is still struggling to read his mentor's old tome. He yearns to someday unlock the tome's secrets, and understand the mystery of that night and why the book was so important to save.

[miabebe]

Hi,

Okay, so, this is just random but I've been obsessing over jihoon recently, been losing my mind and desperately trying to look for fics admiring the man that he is but I can't find many, and so I'm genuinely really excited for your where you're convenient jihoon fic and also more jihoon scenes in camp seventeen because, I need to simp over my man. Also, please let me know if you know any good fics that would drive me crazy for jihoon, and well, just worship him. I love that man.

Also, I totally agree with tumblr user todayiscloudyday when they said that the houses were so well described. The character descriptions were literally so good that I read both the prologue and the character descriptions multiple times before the 1st chapter came out. The houses, their companions, the symbols, their jobs, I have to say, you've really done such an amazing job with them.

Anyway, I just came around to rant about my woozi brainrot and also to let you know that I am genuinely excited for your upcoming fics. I also want to let you know that you don't always have to answer my asks (considering you probably receive many and could be busy), I just send them in so you know that I appreciate your works.

MY FRIEND I UNDERSTAND

Especially after lollapalooza him in that denim on denim fit with nothing under like??? That was insanity, it had me thinking about him for days T.T

As for where you're convenient for Jihoon ahhh that's not on my to do list any time soon unfortunately - I have so much to cover for camp seventeen and reverse tropes and also my Changkyun mafia series, its sadly a little low on my priority list :( But camp seventeen Jihoon hmm you might be able to see a little of him in chapter 2 hehe

Thank you my love, I really did pour a lot of thought into those so I'm glad you've been enjoying them! And it's absolutely fine, I do love to receive and answer any and all asks you send, please never worry about that! I'm always so happy to have you around ❤️

As far as the Jihoon fics are concerned, I've not actually been reading much since I stared writing more often, but I will drop links to some of the ones that were memorable to me under the cut!

@cheolism - Oh, Agony! - I've told Jupiter this too, she's insane for this cause never had I thought I would read smut to Oedipus Rex??? I love it, the build up in this is real good

@hoshifighting - This fic by Lyla goddammit, she's so amazing with her work, I loveee this one for Jihoon, the development of what they share is *chefs kiss*

@onlymingyus - I want to write you a song - Mars is such an exceptional writer, this is truly one of her finest - I need everyone to go to her inbox and leave her the nicest words asap!

@the-boy-meets-evil - A new home for the holidays - This is one of Jess's sweetest stories, the progression is soooo nice! and I'm a bit of a sucker for holiday romance hehe

@eomayas - never lose me - If you want some good ol' pwp I really like this one by Kay! They're so lovesick, ugh it's so good T.T

[audhdnight]

Anyone else really fucking sick of the whole edgelord “we don’t need school it’s all bullshit when will I even need to know any of this” crowd who will also immediately turn around and violently shame and attack anyone who says something misinformed or asks a question that they deem to be “common knowledge”???

Like yeah, I remember highschool. It sucked, but not because of what I was learning. It sucked because teachers are overworked and underpaid/under supported, and the school system doesn’t give half a shit about disabled kids or kids with different neurological conditions or really any of the kids.

We do need schools. Whatever issues the system as a whole has, it needs to be reformed, not done away with. You cannot sit and gripe about how we don’t need any of these history classes because it’s all stuff you don’t want to know anyway, and then go absolutely batshit insane when someone doesn’t know about Pearl Harbor.

Because those people aren’t stupid. They are being intentionally misled, neglected, misinformed, or all three. They are ignorant, not because they chose it but because someone else chose it to further their own desires.

Ignorance leads to harm. Ignorance leads to manipulation. Ignorance is why we have slews of people in the US who are so scared of autism (which IS NOT SOMETHING TO BE SCARED OF) that they refuse to vaccinate their children, which is a form of medical neglect. They are actively endangering people they care about because they have been lied to by political parties and religious leaders who benefit from uneducated mobs.

Ignorance is how you get cults. Ignorance is how people get taken advantage of. Ignorance is how you get genocide. ONE person decides they want power and they use the lack of education to amass followers who will support them blindly because they don’t know any better.

Everyone is appalled when ex-Mormons get on the internet and talk about all the things they had to learn as adults, who by all accounts should have known those things by the time they were fifteen. People lose their fucking minds when ex-Mormons mention they didn’t know how babies were made until after they got married at like thirty. I saw someone make an entire six minute video about how he’s pretty sure all these deconstructers are lying for clout online, because how could they possibly not know?

They don’t know because they were intentionally kept in the dark. That is how high-control religions and cults operate. That is how you keep people under your thumb.

You ask how Christians could possibly think that evolution isn’t real? As someone who was raised that way, I’ll tell you.

From the moment my education started, I was fed misinformation. In kindergarten I learned about how God made dinosaurs, but they all died in the flood and the earth was too damaged afterward to support such big species even after they came off the ark. In middle school I watched Ken Ham and Kent Hovind videos about how carbon-dating is all bogus and if any scientist tries to use it to debate you, you can say “Aha! I knew you were wrong!” and end the discussion there. In highschool I took apologetics, where we learned how to “defend our faith” by constantly moving the goalposts when we spoke to atheists. We were taught that “What happened to the Missing Link?” is a gotcha that no scientist would ever be able to dispute, and so obviously we were the ones in the right. I was told at every possible opportunity that Bill Nye is literally the antichrist, that he doesn’t have a clue what he’s talking about, and that any Creationist (Christian “scientists”) could debate him into the ground because he’s so stupid.

I didn’t question any of it because that wasn’t an option. It was *literally* all I knew. I had such a fundamental misunderstanding of science as a whole that when I was exposed to true scientific facts and processes and studies for the first time, I could scoff and say “Don’t they know that’s not even a real thing? How ridiculous that they’d think I would believe it!”

I’m doing the work now to re-educate myself. I have learned so much in just two years that I genuinely can’t speak to half of my family because it makes them so angry. And when I hear people talk about anything happening or existing “billions of years ago”, my knee-jerk reaction is still “The earth is nowhere near that old! That’s how I know they’re lying!” I have to intentionally reprogram my thinking every. single. time. that I engage with scientific literature or media.

It’s hard. It’s frustrating. And it all could’ve been avoided if my own parents hadn’t also been misled their whole lives. I’m not going to make excuses for them as adults, because learning and doing better is your own responsibility once you’re not a kid. But I will say that if their parents hadn’t also been misinformed, they wouldn’t have learned the same lies that they later went on to teach me and my siblings. It’s a vicious cycle, one that is designed to keep people ignorant. It is purposely designed not to have an out.

So yeah, I don’t really know how to end this post but please for the love of god, have some empathy for people who don’t know “common knowledge” facts about science or history. Most likely, it’s not their fault. And the way they push back at you with nothing but misinformation and a dream has been programmed into them probably since birth. This is why we need education, why we need schools, and why it is so vitally important that we as a society do the work to reform our education system.

[curiositysavesthecat]

Do you have a "DNI" (Do Not Interact) list, and what do you think best describes the tone "DNI" has towards people who meet its criteria?

answer choices below:

I have a DNI list. People who meet DNI criteria are terrible people.

I have a DNI list. People who meet DNI criteria are NOT terrible people (I'm just not comfortable with them interacting with me, but that doesn't mean I think they're terrible people).

I have a DNI list. My opinions on people who meet my DNI list depend on which category they fall into.

I don't have a DNI list. But if I meet someone's DNI criteria, then I believe that that someone sees me as a terrible person, unless they specifically state otherwise.

I don't have a DNI list. But if I meet someone's DNI criteria, I won't think that that someone sees me as a terrible person, even if they don't state that (unless they directly say they think people like me are terrible).

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[onepiece-polls]

I love your polls and it’s great you try to be on both sides to give fair chance to everyone, but the way you talked about shanks/buggy is crazy They’re fine together but in canon they’re brothers and your shipping googles got so tight you actually sounded like you could believe they’re anywhere close to canon which is u know stupid af

lmao, okay, this came out of nowhere 😂 Like... I talked about that months ago. But okay.

Anyway, Shuggy is canon. They're making out behind you right now.

[lusalemaart]

Thoughts.

Sometimes I consider the idea of opening up commissions again. But it's been so, so long. Basically, I just want to draw again like how I used to when I was young.

These past few weeks where I take only a day or two to finish something and just sketch mostly has been so refreshing. It almost feels like how it had when I was a kid without anything physical holding me back. I would just... draw. And that was the end of it.

Because nowadays, the things I'm admittedly most proud of take me upwards of 6 months at times...

But the catch is it's really degrading on my psyche. (Not to mention my body alike.) And I miss drawing without caring so deeply to a fault about how bad/good things looked. So, I contemplate the possibility of doing commisions. But it isn't even money that I want, nor do I think it's good enough for compensation. Therefore, I just want to enjoy doing something again.

So TL;DR If anyone has any suggestions, comment /ask/send me an anon of them and I will draw them for free Maybe. I probably won't draw them well or good, but I will (Maybe) draw them if it sounds fun to me :) Please anything is welcome.