#THANK YOU KENZY

[kayfabebabe]

mitch! for the angst prompts!: “this was a mistake”

Kenzy! Thank you so much for the Ask <3

Sometimes, the only thing that you need is a hug from the right person. I'm going to do something a little different for this prompt and introduce one of my Original Characters.

Jon Moxley (CZW Era) X Nicky Morgan (OC) WARNINGS - Angst. Comforting. Fluff.

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Something was off. Mox had been unusually quiet since leaving the restaurant. His expression was unreadable, shoulders curled inwards and hands stuffed deep into his pockets as he walked Nicky home. This wasn’t right. From Nicky’s perspective, it seemed that Mox was trying to disappear within the material of his hoodie. As if it was a refuge from an unknown danger. 

Normally, the pair would be laughing unabashedly up at the night sky and joking about anything that crossed their minds. No matter how ridiculous it may be. An echo of a smile lifted the corners of Nicky’s mouth at the memory of Mox attempting to play a drum solo on a pair of trash can lids. Both of them laughed until their cheeks were warm to the touch and ached, shoulders bumping as they continued to walk home. That night ended with Mox pressing Nicky against his front door then kissing him breathless. It was perfect. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Mmm…” 

Mox’s answer was a simple shrug of his shoulders and that was it. No further explanation for being so detached. Closed off to the rest of the world. Occasionally their shoulders would bump together, but neither of them reached for the other’s hand. Another sign that Mox had built a wall around himself. Nicky understood that pushing the subject wouldn’t help in any regard so he allowed the silence between them to grow. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just different.

This routine of walking together had been going on for months. Without fail, Mox would show up towards the end of Nicky’s shift and escort him back to his house. It was a sweet gesture, one that came straight from a movie. The usual anxiety that accompanied Nicky when he was walking by himself was gone with Mox’s presence by his side. Instead, a warmth of pure sunshine chased away the chill of the dark. And it seemed to burn brighter behind his ribs whenever Nicky glanced at Mox. 

All too soon, they were standing at the garden path that led to Nicky’s front door. This was always the worst moment of the night. Saying goodbye. Neither man enjoyed parting ways so they’d draw out conversations for as long as possible. Speaking in low voices and sharing softer laughter until the sky lightened with the approaching sunrise.

Today, however, wasn’t a normal day.

Nicky almost expected Mox to turn on his heel and walk away without saying a word to him. Instead, Mox awkwardly shifted from foot to foot, eyes focusing on everywhere other than him. Perhaps Nicky had done something wrong? No. The last time that they saw each other, Mox had kissed him so sweetly that Nicky worried three words would come tumbling out of his mouth and ruin the moment. Those three stupid words that had been sitting heavily on the tip of Nicky’s tongue for the past month. 

With a steadying breath, Nicky took a step forward and pulled Mox into a tight hug. He had to stand on his toes to wrap his arms around the taller man’s neck due to the slight height difference between them. Mox went completely still. Oh, this was a mistake. For a brief second, Nicky was sure that he was going to be pushed away until he felt Mox’s arms find their natural place around his waist and, slowly, he melted into the embrace.

They stood like that, swaying in each other’s arms, for long enough that an ache bloomed in the small of Nicky’s back. One of his hands gently played with the baby hairs at the nape of Mox’s neck as a distraction from the pain. He couldn’t find it in himself to let go. Not when he buried his face in the crook of Nicky’s shoulder or as he felt the collar of his shirt become damp with Mox’s quiet tears.

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[fruchtfliege]

is it an explicit torture (play?) fic with dubious consent? yes... but it's also a ✨🙌 comedy 🙌✨

Go read Can't help myself (red looks good on you) !! Here are some memes for the amazing @hemlocksandfoxgloves who wrote the fic! :))

[varpusvaras]

Clones got to see a lot more of the Galaxy than what most of the regular citizens ever did.

Thire didn't think it was a privilege, absolutely not, but if there was something to be even marginally thankful about in their life, he was going to take it.

He got to see the Galaxy a bit less than most of his brothers. All of the Guard did. There were other things they had that the rest of their brothers didn't, of course. Either way, they all got to see a lot of different cultures, by either travelling all over because of campaigns, or by seeing the Galactic melting pot that was Coruscant every day.

The vode had their own culture, of course, no matter how much Thire had heard people talking about how the things they had weren't truly theirs. How all their customs really just belonged to somene else, Mandalorians or the Jedi or whoever. Another way for others to say they were just copies, Thire thought. Another way to say that they were less than every other being in the Galaxy.

Thire had stopped caring about what others said about them a long time ago. It would never stop, so it was better that way. And he knew very well what was theirs, and what belonged to nobody else than them.

Well. Some things of theirs could belong to others, as well.

He had noticed the way Senator Organa would lean down for a very quick keldabe every time Fox couldn't take his helmet off. How Senator Amidala had started to greet them by telling them how happy she was to see them alive. How General Koon carried the Wolfpacks colors on him. Little things like that, showing them who their people were.

The colors of their armors had always been one of the biggest things that showed everybody who they were and where they belonged to. The armor told you were vode. The color told your company. The patterns told who you were. The last one was extremely important for all of them, and perhaps the one thing Thire was truly jealous about when it came to the differences between the Guard and the rest of the GAR. He had seen some troopers change their designs multiple times, always tweaking them a little bit, adding patterns if they added tattoos or if they went through something defining while on the field, carrying remembrances even on their outside.

It was not really a thing for the Guard. Their armors were supposed to only show that they were Guard, and that was it. The reason the Commanders got to have a different color scheme was just so everybody could easily tell that they are the Commander, and that was it. Thire hadn't even gotten that much, since his armor was mostly identical to what the rest of the Guard wore. Getting the pattern changed now would've been almost impossible without there being some sort of repercussions.

It wasn't a big thing he wanted to do, but Thire was not going to risk it. It was just a shame that he had met Riyo only after already getting his new armor, when there had still been time for him to request any changes. It would've been just few new stripes, so he would've been able to carry just a little part of Riyo every day with him, even on the outside.

He had mentioned it to Riyo last week, as she had asked about something related to how the rest of the GAR chose their paint. He shouldn't have. She had been upset about it, telling him how it was not right, how he should be able to change the pattern if he wanted to, how all of them should, since it was much more to them than just an uniform. Thire hadn't meant to make her upset. Even if she was right. The armor was much more to them than just something they were because being a soldier required it. Thire himself spent more time in his armor than outside of it.

He had told her that it was not a big deal. It wasn't. Thire had stopped caring about little injustices like that, after all. He had had to.

Riyo had been upset a little more, and then got a look on her face, the one Thire knew meant that she was going to do something she felt was correct. Thire had also learnt by now to not to try and prevent her from doing most of those things.

He hadn't noticed it at first, looking at her on that podium. She had always worn a lot of red. It looked good on her, contrasting nicely with the color of her skin and the pale tone of her hair. Then she had requested a turn, and there had been a camera on her, and he had seen the white on her sleeves, showing of the red stripes on her arms boldly.

Thire looked at her as she spoke, the colors of the Guard on display on her for the whole Senate to see, and his face felt really warm underneath his helmet. As did his eyes, and Thire had to blink rapidly a few times for the sensation to dissipate.

Maybe...maybe he cared, after all, a little more than he had told himself until now.

[belongstocaptaindoyle]

𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃

[kenziedrawz]

breaking down the door, what's up y'all here is the silly.

So, essentially, I may have thought up an entire Live A Live 2, basically. And here is one of the chapters in it!

The Near-ish Future Some day soon— but not just yet— a young teen detective embarks on what might prove to be his toughest case yet. Around a bit over half a year ago there was a high peak in supernatural energy, his job is to investigate what caused this peak. Donning a fake name and taking up residence in an apartment in Nippori, he begins an investigation filled with mystery, secrets, and of course— Ghosts!

Now, as one can judge from the title and description alone, it is technically a continuation for Near Future. Because I love Near Future and fuck you(/j). originally, it started out as a Live A Live chapter for one of my main OCs(Hoshi) until it eventually sparked into Live A Live 2: Kenzie Edition.

Now I would, put everything I have for this in a post... But it's much easier to just post the google doc here!

And, as such, I don't want to leave this barebones. Hence, here is an image of Hoshi and Usagi! I haven't rendered it just yet, but i will get around to it eventually.

[icaruspendragon]

and when misha collins himself starts actively participating in fimmf, what then?

[leslutdepointedulac]

for the ship it game: marius x armand? 👀🥰

[micrathene-w]

When I set him down on his new play mat and try to interest him in the toys that dangle from its soft arches, Will proves that he's also inherited a certain Weaponized Pout.

...honestly it's a lot harder to ignore, from my own child.

[kayfabebabe]

for the oc details!: 😓

Kenzy! Thank you so much for the Ask <3

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Is your OC open-minded or stubborn? Are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge?

Bobbie Hodges. Bobbie is extremely open-minded which, when taking his "traditonal" upbringing in Texas into context, is a rather extraordinary fact. Although Bobbie likes sticking to his comfort zone, he does become more inquisitive about the outside world after meeting Shawn and being exposed to the wrestling industry.

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Josephine Delaney Being an independent and confident woman in the early 1880's does mean that Miss Josie is often seen as "stubborn" and "different." This belief of Josie being different is supported further by her inquisitive nature. She can often be found speaking to someone about their life experiences or reading books to expand her knowledge.

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[xluciifer]

Luci is Vox's number one simp.

[cultivating-wildflowers]

Hi, Phoebe! For the book asks:

do u prefer a standalone or a series?

17. a book to get u out of a reading slump?

25. a book that had u bawling ur eyes out?

30. give any 3 book recs to ur followers!

hello hello!!!

1. Standalone all the way please. Some stories work better as series, and I'm ok with that, but if a story can stand on its own I greatly prefer it (if only because it won't inflate my tbr if I love the first installment and want to continue the series 😅)

17. Any of the Queen's Thief books for sure (except Thick as Thieves whoops), or Sabriel, The Blue Sword, Howl's Moving Castle, or Watership Down.

25. Anxious People. Ooof, that one was so good but also unexpectedly gut-wrenching.

30. All Systems Red (first Murderbot book); The Light Between Worlds by Laura E. Weymouth; and A Wizard's Guide to Defensive Baking by T. Kingfisher.

[varpusvaras]

Thiyo- wincing when they speak for the first time after a while and their voice is so hoarse/rough

She spotted him by accident.

Riyo didn't usually take the route downstairs to her office, but there had been some sort of incident on the upper floor hallway and the whole place had been swarming with cleaning droids, so she had thought it better to just take the longer way around.

Perhaps Thire had not counted her to be there either, because even with the helmet on, he seemed just as surprised to see Riyo as Riyo was to see him.

They both stopped and just looked at each other for a moment.

Then Riyo smiled sweetly.

"Oh, good afternoon everyone!" She greeted the Guards that were standing around Thire. "Do you mind if I borrow your Commander for a moment? I need to discuss something with him."

One of the Guards lifted their hand a bit.

"Uh, I don't think that's-" He started, but Thire quickly waved him down and stepped closer. Everyone else immediately backed away slightly to let him through, even if they seemed a bit hesitant.

That was odd, and it also told Riyo that something was going on.

She was pretty sure she knew what already.

Thire followed her without complain as Riyo led him to an emptier hallway.

"What are you doing here?" She asked the moment they stopped. "You're still sick!"

Thire had caught something a few days ago, and it had very strongly knocked him out and forced Commander Fox to take him out of the shift roster. Thire had been exhausted through it all, and had only had the energy to message Riyo every now and then to tell her how he was doing. He had been like that on the previous night as well, and had definitely not seemed like he was ready to get back to work the next day.

But here he was anyway. Riyo didn't want to believe that Commander Fox would make Thire to go to work, but she wasn't left with any other choice right now than to believe so.

There was a rasp coming from the vocoders of Thire's helmet.

She frowned.

"Yes?" She asked. Had he said something? She had not heard it correctly, if he had.

Thire seemed to think for a short moment, before he lifted his helmet off.

He looked awful. All too pale and barely awake, his eyes reddened and his hair flat against his forehead.

Riyo's heart constricted.

"Oh, Thire", she murmured, and lifted her hand to touch his face. It wasn't too warm, thankfully. "You need to go back and rest."

Thire opened his mouth, and breathed before he spoke.

"I can't", he rasped, and winced, and so did Riyo. She could practically feel the grating in her own throat. "Fox and Stone are both in the medbay, I need to-"

"Shh", Riyo cupped his jaw gently. "I understand. How are you feeling? Here, you can type it out."

It was a good thing that she had been on her way back to her office, so she still had all of her supplies with her. Thire took the datapad she was offering him, and slowly typed out tired. throat hurts. better than yesterday.

"I noticed the first two", Riyo said. "Not so sure about the third one."

Thire sighed softly, and continued typing.

I'm standing at the very least. couldn't do that yesterday.

Riyo pursed her lips.

"That barely makes it better", she said. "...come by my office later? I think I have something in there that could help with the throat, at least."

Her mother always sent her a care package every month, even if she had not yet needed the things even from the previous one. She had left the last one to her office, and with it had been traditional medicinal pastilles and tea, in case she ever needed a quick pick-up in the middle of her day.

Well, they would go to better use now.

Thire smiled at her despite the tiredness, quickly typing some more.

Thank you.

I love you.

Riyo couldn't help but smile as well.

"I love you too", she said. "I'll see you later."

[spiderwebd]

hello there boombox simp mutual of mine

hands you a little boombox

Legends say you can hear me hitting everything within my vicinity all the way to America /silly+pos

[gwyns]

oh... OH?

[il3x]

Appetite of a people pleaser by ghost and pals is possibly the most Kenzie song ever

SHIIIIIIT

YOU'RE SO RIGHT. I HAVE NOTHING MORE TO SAY. THIS IS HER

god. fuck. god. fuck. (Absolutely transcendental song choice, and now I'm having EMOTIONS.)

I saw the title and the opening warning of ED themes and was like. brace yourself this is gonna be a good one.

"Everyone will like me more without it..."

[crossbackpoke-check]

i am the nosy anon from yesterday and firstly i am so glad that i helped you find something!! how wonderful!! secondly i did some digging (typed morgan frost girlfriend into the tumblr.com search bar which is really what i probably should have done in the first place so. my bad) and the girlfriend is called taylor!

conclusion to the saga, thank you anon!!! sharing this for the sake of anyone else who was curious… they are as of july 7 dating lmao BUT allow me some points for accuracy here because taylor is definitely a different person than who i was thinking of 🤡