#anon feel free to send more asks or to not

[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae!!

absolutely adore your work (times a million lmao)

I hope your request are open !! (If not... oops ignore this)

I just thought about a remus lupin x reader who struggles feeling included (or like often feels excluded in general) so they try to make up for it by being extroverted and bubbly and all but deep down they're just introverted and enjoys being quiet and alone most of the time

Hope your having a lovely day !!

Xoxo, anon who thinks your super cool 😎

Thanks anon! I think you're cooler ;)

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 552 words

“Bye!” you wave to Remus’ friends, your boyfriend already disappeared into your flat while you stand on the threshold. 

“Y/n!” Lily calls, walking backwards on the sidewalk to keep up with James and Sirius. “Don’t forget to let me know if you’re free for Wednesday!” 

“I’ll call you!” You promise, inching the door closed. “Be sure to send me the pictures from earlier, goodnight!” 

The click of the latch feels like your world letting out a sigh. You might accidentally let one out yourself, by the way Remus smirks at you from the sofa. 

“C’mere,” he beckons. 

You’re more than happy to go, curling up next to him and letting Remus hug you close to his side. His touch works like a balm, unspooling the tension from your body and coaxing you to rest your head on his shoulder. Remus is good at that; softening your hard edges. He makes everything less dire, less urgent. Less worrisome. 

“You okay?” you ask, enjoying yourself but curious as to why he asked for the hug. 

“I am,” he says. You’re struck by the familiar, even timbre of his voice, so intrinsically soothing after the cacophony you’ve been amidst all evening. “Are you?” 

“Mhm. Why?” 

“I know you’re tired, lovely.” 

“You know I am?” You turn your face towards his, close enough that your nose nearly brushes his chin. You raise your eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

The corners of Remus’ mouth lift. “Only that—maybe you’ll think I’m flattering myself, but—I know you fairly well. You exerted yourself quite a bit tonight.” 

You hum. Somehow, the acknowledgement of it makes your head weigh even heavier on Remus’ shoulder. 

He kisses the bridge of your nose softly. “You know,” he says, “you don’t have to work so hard to get them to like you. They already do.” 

“I just want to feel like a part of it all,” you admit. 

“They wouldn’t leave you out, love.” 

“No, I know. But it makes me feel better to participate in the conversation.” 

“Well, you did a great job, then.” 

You sigh, turning your head again so your cheek rests on his shoulder. “Now I have to go to trivia night on Wednesday.” 

Remus chuckles. He rubs up and down your arm consolingly. “You sound so excited,” he teases. “You don’t actually have to, you know.” 

“No, yeah. Sorry. I do want to, I’m just…” You sigh again, heavily. “...tired right now.” 

Remus’ lips press to your head. “I know, lovely.” 

“We’ve established that.” 

“Do you want some time alone?” His tone is amused, but you know the offer is genuine. “I could go read in the bedroom for a little while. Or you take the bedroom and I’ll stay here, either way.” 

You make a hum of denial, nuzzling your cheek into his jumper lazily. “I’m okay to be with you. You don’t drain me.” 

You realize how it sounds only after it’s out. 

“Not that your friends—” 

“I get it. I love them, but they drain me, too. It’s a lot of energy.” 

“Exactly,” you say, relieved. “But you’re different.” 

“Lucky me.” Remus kisses your head again. “Alright to just do this for a while, then?” 

“Yeah,” you say, shifting slightly to get your arms around his middle. You cuddle him properly. “This is good.”

[baronessvonglitter]

I’m having a really rough day and the only thing that will make me feel better is a story about Joel tying me up and devouring my 🐱🐱 for an hour until I’m happy again.

I’m sorry is that too much 🤣😭

I was very happy to step up to this challenge! Hope your day got so much better, hon! 🩷

kiss it better

joel miller x f!reader | wc: 1K

summary: after an awful day, you turn to Joel for help to de-stress

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit. Light D/s tones. Soft dom!Joel. Reader is tied up at her request, so.. subby reader? ❤️Joel is a cunning linguist (aka f receiving) 😏Pussy pronouns. Fingering. Squirting. Also Joel comes in his pants because I said so. Reader is not much described besides female anatomy. No use of y/n EVER and not beta read because I live dangerously. If I've missed anything please LMK!

a/n: still gonna add a fun fact to this request! Hi, I'm Adriana and I cannot play video games because I will get addicted to them 😞

Please enjoy this, Anon, I wish I could have written it sooner for you 🌹

dividers by @sweetmelodygraphics 👑

JOEL MILLER MASTERLIST | FULL MASTERLIST

"Had a bad day, huh?" Joel's deep voice sends a thrill through you as he stands at the headboard of his bed, expertly yet softly tying your hand to the bedpost in a black silk scarf. He tests to make sure it's not too tight, and when he asks you tell him it's perfect. Satisfied, he goes to the other side, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist before securing that one as well with another scarf.

"Need me to kiss it all better?" he asks, and you tell him yes because words are important, and he only has you like this when you really need to give over your power.

You're spreadeagle on his bed, naked, your wrists tied as per your request to Joel. He's played out this scenario with you a few times before, and he was more than happy to fulfill your need once again when you showed up on his doorstep after an agonizing day.

His bare hands smooth back your hair, caress the curve of your cheeks, and stop teasingly upon your lips before gliding down over the hollow of your throat and in beteween your breasts where his palm rests a moment, feeling the beat of your heart.

Now he moves slower, his touch more calculated as he cups the heft of each breast, giving each a good squeeze before flicking his tongue against your nipples, the flat of his palm on your torso to keep you still as you writhe under him. He knows you can come from just sucking on your nipples, but today you need something stronger than instant gratification, and his mouth is already watering at the thought of getting to taste you.

Your belly trembles, your cunt already constricting around empty air as his hands and lips travel south, pressing soft kisses into your skin, worshipping the curve of your hips

"Lift up them pretty legs," he softly orders you, his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of your wet core as you lift your knees, thighs spread apart exactly as he likes them. You're sopping wet already, your sweet and musky aroma greeting his nostrils. "Cryin' already," he murmurs. "You're havin' the shitty day and she's the one with the tears."

You muffle a giggle at his rare show of playfulness.

"Into each life a little rain must fall," he continues, thumbing your folds with the rough pads of his calloused thumbs. Your viscous slick is thick, more pouring out as he spreads you open. His eyes look up to meet yours. "Ever heard that song before? It's an oldie, so probably not," he says, so conversationally as though he's not in between your thighs, spreading your pussy juices all over your mound.

"I like when you're hydrated," he says softly, as if to himself, and gives a kitten lick to your clit, smoothing your thighs when they start to shake.

"Easy, now," he murmurs, sitting up to take off his shirt, leaving his jeans on, the top button undone just enough for his paunch to be free. You want to rub your hand across that little belly, feel the kitten-soft hair that rests on it and have his erect cock tap your hand when he's fully ready for you. But right now it's about you, not him.

Your hips lift off the bed and a sweet moan flies from your lips as he dives in, tongue roving languidly over your cunt. He laps up your nectar, wiggling his tongue into every nook and cranny, then stopping to press soft kisses to the insides of your thighs, edging you.

"Joel," you whine. He puts your knees over his shoulders, large hands cupping your ass. There's a pillow beneath you to keep you at an angle so he won't hurt his neck giving you head. Last time he had a crick for a week, and he plans on being down here for awhile.

"Patience," he soothes you, his kisses now on the crease between your thigh and your pussy, taking in your scent. "Got all night, don't we?" His own body is desperate for release, his cock rock hard, straining against the denim of his Wrangler jeans. He's humping the mattress as he eats you out, needing to relieve the ache building up inside.

Time seems to still as he goes back to devouring you, using the flat of his tongue to lap up every drop and the pointed tip of his tongue to tickle your clit. He leaves you guessing at every turn, fucking you with his tongue and suctioning his lips around your clit, keeping your orgasm out of reach until he feels you're ready, despite your pleadings, your bound hands clawing at nothing.

"We're not through until ya soak me," he grumbles. "Wanna be able to smell this cunt in my mustache for days." With that, he gently inserts two fingers, softly curving them, tickling that spongy part deep inside that makes you forget your own damn name.

"Fuck! Joel!" Your thighs threaten to constrict him, your back arches, offering all of yourself. You lose yourself in the sweet pleasure, gasping and sighing, calling out his name as his skilled tongue licks a wide stripe across your drenched cunt. He delves inside of you, tasting you like he needs it to survive, all while his fingers pump into you steadily.

"You taste so good.. I could do this all night."

All the warmth that has been gathering in your core now threatens to spill over, and your eyes go wide when you realize what's about to happen. "Joel! Joel, wait.. I think I have to pee!"

He lifts his head, an amused little smile on his lips. "Nah, baby, you're gonna squirt, and I want you to do it. Come for me.."

You're powerless to stop the huge wave of pleasure that engulfs you, your muscles tensing right before you squirt, the warm liquid gushing out, covering the sheets, covering Joel, who stays where he is, continuing to finger you through your climax as you pulse and choke his fingers.

You come down at last to view the aftermath: a soaked bed, and Joel pulling off his jeans, his cock now softening. You made him come in his jeans.

"Better, baby?" he asks, concerned with you before himself.

"Well.. it was a really bad day." Your eyes glisten with mischief, matching the glint in Joel's. "I might need another round."

no pressure tagging some joel babes: @itwasntimethatdidit40 @joelmillerisapunk @tateypots @probablyreadinsmut @joelalorian @joelmillerswife9

@evolnoomym @cxrsed-angel @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal

@letsgobarbs @everybodylovedcontractors @milla-frenchy @aurorawritestoescape @untamedheart81 @la-vie-est-une-fleur29 @sunshinehaze1 @604to647

@rav3n-pascal22 @axshadows @inept-the-magnificent @ohhoneypascal and probably others, forgive my goldfish brain

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

camboy!jack doohan! also, can i be 🐰 anon?

🐰 (may i call you bunny btw?) this is brilliant i have been waiting for an excuse to write a camboy au- (also yes ofc! added it to the claimed list!)

NSFW CONTENT UNDER CUT

you stumble upon jack's account coincidentally

you're probably just scrolling because you're horny and looking for something to jerk off to

lo and behold

the perfect account

so many videos of jack riding dildos and moaning obscenely

so many videos of him using as many different toys as you could think of on himself

you subscribe without a second thought

i mean, just one of his videos would be enough to drive you crazy for a month

a whole page full of them? like hell you would scroll away

it doesn't take long for jack to get used to seeing your screen name in his notifications after every post

usually accompanied by a donation with a sweet note

they're rarely non-sexual, but your notes have a significant tone difference with the others he gets

yours don't make him remind himself that the money's good and that he does enjoy getting himself off on camera

yours make him literally blush and kick his feet

he feels silly for it—he knows nothing about you, after all—but you just make him feel so inexplicably giddy

he might even fake a giveaway of one free private video call just to give it to you

after all, nobody would guess that he's picked out a screen name and a subscriber he likes the most

when its revealed that you won the giveaway (you're very glad you were smart enough to not put identifying information in your username), jack shyly confesses to you that he made up the whole giveaway thing because he wanted to meet you

you're very flattered

and also a little confused

"... you do know you could've just dm'ed me, right?"

jack blushes and stutters and tries to come up with an excuse for why he didn't think of that

he can't

the whole call goes for about four or five hours longer than it was supposed to

nothing sexual even happens, you just ... talk

jack comes out of it the happiest he's ever been after doing a camboy thing

you're the same

you never expected him to notice you at all—he didn't exactly have a small platform, so you were sure there were hundreds of other fans trying to catch his attention

and yet

he got caught on you

it was a free call, but you send jack a generous donation afterwards anyway with a note that says something like "was lovely talking to you handsome x"

jack melts when he reads it

the two of you end up talking and dm'ing a lot more often

eventually jack ends up calling you while he's setting up for a stream and asks which toys and outfits you think he should wear

you tell him to use/wear whatever he likes best because he always looks great

jack squeaks and blushes and hides his face while complaining that you're no help

you're just laughing because he's so cute

you still watch all of his videos, of course

how could you not? they've only gotten better since you first found his account

you're kinda convinced you'll never be anything more to jack than a sort of friend who he can talk to about his streams

but then you run into each other at a café

jack is so red

you're also red

it's so awkward at first

you're both kinda stuttering and trying to pretend like you're not about to freak out about meeting each other

once you calm down a bit, you sit down and eat together

you're a little surprised to find out that talking with jack in person is just as easy and natural as it is online

if a new pair of hands and a voice show up in jack's videos after that ... well, you'd never tell about that

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

🍓!

Very sorry if this anon has been taken ( ;´ - `;)

Okay, so— I don’t have a very defined going out aesthetic but I do switch between these preset outfits from time to time (a. A nice soft artsy girl look with baggy pants and a green cardigan, b. baggy cargo pants with all the pockets you could ever need and more and a size large shirt I hand-cropped) very loose, I like using mismatched socks and worn black shoes. I always come with my backpack strapped to my back and old friendship bracelets around my wrist.

I’m a loser (╥﹏╥) so I don’t have much experience picking up.. uh, lads…? But I would probably rizz via small thoughtful gifts I hand made or probably remember them by. Maybe if I draw us together often and gift it to him it might give him a clue (ᵕ—ᴗ—) I would probably blabber about small things I notice about them, “Looking sharp!” “Every time I see you I remind myself to get shades, you’re so bright.” “Smile more often, I love seeing you happy.” “What’s wrong? You’ve been frowning…” Use a cheesy pick up line or two, laugh it off.

Text them at random showing them things I find (“look at this bottle cap. think I’m gonna keep it”) or am doing (“tell me the correct ways to use a power drill or I might blow a hole into my walls”), slide in an ask to hang out again. Gift them a pink camellia (roses are probably too forward) every once and while because men also deserve flowers. Try to get close but back off if I see even an inch on uncomfortability, hugs, tugs, silly hand reading, light touches here and there. Honestly I think I would snap and ask them out first.

Sorry if this is too long! Thank you and have a good day or night, feel free to ignore (´ε｀ )♡!

you sound cute as hell tbqh. (ⓛ ω ⓛ)

here's how this actually goes down: at first you're down bad for Soap. he knows it; his buddies know it. but you're soft and shy enough that he can pretend with plausible deniability he doesn't notice. you figure he's gonna overlook you for not being gf material--however. Gaz notices you are a catch and steals you right out from under him.

Soap totally strings you along. totally content biding his time until he can be bothered to get you alone and seal the deal. like, corrupt you.

but no rush. he figures he's got plenty of time. you're so hung up on him; you're not about to go chasing after some other guy.

nobody ever accused you of being a great judge of character where your romantic interest is concerned.

"every time i see you," you tell him, "i remind myself to get shades. because you're so bright."

ah. soap smirks. flattery will get you everywhere. "if i'm blindin' ya so bad, stop starin' so much."

he loves being chased, so what's wrong with a little teasing?

and since you're inexperienced with flirting, how are you gonna say no?

but then Gaz looks over Soap's shoulder and sees one too many of the cute little texts you send him. he scoffs at first at the game-playing of it all. but then he notices as you slowly start to leave Soap little gifts, flowers--trinkets that remind you of him, you say. it drives Gaz out of his mind. he gets this weird feeling that you're perfect, you're gonna make someone so happy, and you're being wasted on some dude who won't even take you out on a date.

Gaz also knows better than to tell you outright how Soap's a prick. you're too nice; you'll just defend him. justify his behavior. your crush on him blinds you. 

so instead, Gaz sits down silently next to you one day and watches you sketch. your attention to detail is impressive. loving, even. a spiral of envy squeezes his heart. Gaz tries to tell himself it's pity instead. Soap is a lucky bastard. doesn't know what he's got, clearly.

then, Gaz offers you one surefire way to get Soap's attention.

"it's easy," he tells you, silver-tongued. "man's a peacock. best way to his heart is through his pride." when you don't catch on, he nudges you with his shoulder. "make him jealous."

immediately he has you, hook line and sinker. that's all you really want, right? Soap's attention. 

fake dating Gaz. what could go wrong. 

naturally it's not long before Gaz is the one who has you wrapped around his finger instead. he's the better choice for you anyway <3

Soap still pesters Gaz from time to time to send him a picture or two of you. insists you've got to be sending them somewhere since you're not hitting him up anymore. he steals Gaz's phone to get a better look at the spicy ones

more Gaz / more Soap / masterlist

[yaekiss]

HELLO waves… i received ‘sharing a bed’ and. if i can. i would like to mayhaps request diluc since i <3 his repressed ass.

(i would also like to ask if i could perhaps be an emoji anon since i Have sent multiple asks before but did not. sign off. and if i could be an emoji anon…….. - 🫐)

(GUH I REALLY HOPE THIS WORKS and hasnt sent multiple times since tumblr decided to shit itself and die right as i hit send)

꩜ Room Content: GN! Reader x Subby! Diluc, established relationship, Diluc is really blushy in this one, sharing the same bed, lmk if I missed out anything! ꩜ A/N: YAY another emoji nonnie!! Welcome welcome 🫐 anon ^^ It's been a while since I wrote for Diluc and I must confess, I have quite the soft spot for a really easily flustered and blushing Diluc and. It def shows in this blurb HAHA,,, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS! ꩜ Spin this wheel and submit a prompt + character for a quick blurb!

"Master Diluc," Adeline starts up with a concerned tone as she glides over to Diluc's side whilst the two of you share a dinner together. He shoots her a quizzical glance at the uncharacteristic worry the Head Housemaid is showing before she continues.

"I'm afraid that there currently seems to be a problem with the guest rooms," she sighs, shaking her head ruefully, then turns to face you, "It would be much appreciated if you could share a room with Master Diluc tonight."

At this, your dear Diluc nearly chokes on his grape juice.

Which is precisely how the both of you have ended up in this silly sort of predicament.

You, lying in Diluc's bed, staring at his ceiling. And to your side, with a ridiculous amount of space between both your bodies, Diluc. Right now, he seems to be trying to burn a hole through a very specific wooden ceiling panel with how hard he's glaring.

You suppose it is a little awkward to be sharing a bed for the first time. Even though the two of you have started dating recently, you haven't really gotten the chance to start anything intimate with him. However, laying ramrod straight and unmoving gets tiring after a while. Deciding to flip onto your side, you suddenly lock eyes with a certain redhead who chose to steal a glance at you at the same time. Caught in the act, his eyes widen, blush immediately exploding on his cheeks, spreading all the way up to the tips of his ears. (Any more intense and he'll be matching the exact shade of his hair!)

Diluc snaps his gaze back up to the ceiling in an instant though the tension in the room is now undeniable. Could it be... maybe?

Slowly, your hand creeps closer and closer to Diluc's hand that's resting on the bed by his side. When your fingers make contact with his, he startles as if shocked. Ah, there you go, now the colour on his face truly does match the crimson of his hair!

You keep your hand there, allowing him to pull away if he wants to. And it's only after a moment, as if flustered and hesitating, that his hand gradually clasps together with yours. His other hand is held up and slightly covering the bottom half of his face. Averting his gaze, he coughs lightly, as if to signal to you to make the first move.

Diluc keeps his eyes trained on your other free hand, watching as it slyly lifts the hem of his shirt, gaining access to the skin hidden beneath the fabric. He burns as he feels you graze your fingers over his stomach and pinch lightly at his side. But nothing could prepare him for when you splayed your fingers, dragging your open palm upwards, till you were cupping one of his pecs.

"Are you alright with this?" He has never nodded as hard as this in his life.

By the next morning, Diluc finds that he is alright with a great deal of things as long as it is by your hands.

Extra nonsense :3

This was all planned by Adeline. She's vying for that number 1 wingman award and by god is she going to get it even if she has to temporarily remove all the lightbulbs in the guest rooms.

Thanks for reading! Consider supporting me on kofi if you enjoyed this or check out my other works hehe ♡

If you'd like to request a full fic of your own, do consider checking out my event post!

[borderline-culture-is]

Not a "culture-is" but I feel like it's important. As someone with Quiet BPD an who grew up in an abusive environment, I wish I knew what Emotional Self Harm is and how to recover from it sooner. I still struggle with it today because I'd never heard about it until now.

This is sort of an informational ask, trying to reach the people who might be doing this. Emotional SH is real, it is real Self Harm. You are valid, just because people can't physically see your pain doesn't make it real. You're not harming yourself less than people who cut themselves, you deserve resources to heal too.

Emotional Self Harm looks like:

Punishing yourself by

Not eating food because you made a mistake/did something wrong

Not allowing yourself self care until a specific condition is met (ex. "I can't eat food until I brush my teeth first." when you don't have the energy to brush your teeth in the first place, so you never eat)

Calling yourself names like "selfish", "brat", "stupid" repeatedly after a mistake

Making yourself spiral into emotional distress after a mistake

And much more.

Here's a healthline article I found, sorry I can't imbed it on anon

https://www.healthline.com/health/emotional-self-harm#causes-and-risk-factors

No one talks about this. No one takes it seriously. It's genuine self harm. One of the (many) diagnostic criterias for BPD is the tendencies (not required, but common) is self harm. I never counted this for myself because I've never cut myself or burnt myself, but I've basically become my abuser.

It's hard to break free from self harm, but it is possible. The link provides ways you can reprogram the way you think about yourself.

From the article itself:

"Causing yourself intentional emotional distress is emotional self-harm. It can come in the form of harmful behaviors, self-criticism, and skewed self-perception.

However, you can change emotional self-harm behaviors. Psychotherapy can help identify underlying causes. It can teach you to recognize unhelpful thought patterns and how to shift them to beneficial ones."

I'm sending this with the hopes that someone will read this and realize they've been hurting themselves. If that's you, the reader right now, you're not alone and you're not 'unfixable'. There are ways to help, and if you have a good support system, tell them how they can help encourage you.

If you (mod) post this, thank you. If you don't, I understand, it's not really related to BPD at all. Thank you for taking the time to consider either way

- 🌌🐇

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[ysaefinn]

actually wanted to send an ask for a while but you need it now so...

VALE, MAKE MORE WOLF!SUGURU AND LAMB!READER CONTENT AND MY LIFE IS YOURRRRS 🛐🛐

DEAEST ANON MY SAVIOR!!! I plan i plan i plan to expand on this and turn it into a fic but for now i will be dropping some lore.

As previously mentioned, he's very subservient and overprotective and literally thinks he was placed on this planet to serve and protect you. He really does wholeheartedly believe that you're the purest life form there is and understands that you're capable and clever, but he's so desperate to be of use to you. Is actually restless if he's not doing things for you.

He somehow manages to balance between seeing you as this precious devine entity in need of constant servitude and also respecting the shit out of you??? He's pretty fucking weird icl 😭😭

I have this wip of an idea that the whole meeting happened when you left your flock and wandered into the forest as it's something you do quiet often (not very approved of by your peers, but i want lamb!reader to be a powerful independent presence) and he catches a glimpse of you and is immediately intrigued lol, his infatuation only grows when he approaches you and you completely shut down his attempts for a conversation, you came here to be alone remember? You stay on his mind long after you return back home and he is left to wonder when you'll be back.

I feel like you wouldn't pay any mind to him at first. He'll have to work for your attention, lmaoo, but when you do, eventually get together (it starts with you visiting him in the forest more often and even staying at his own place) or even just reciprocate a fraction of his feelings, he goes apeshit and probably oversteps 😭😭 like an overprotective mother he starts INSISTING you stay at his house so he could take care of you better and sleep well, catches bunnies for you and crashes out when you refuse to let him hand feed you what he cooked, will be placing both of ur food portions in the same plate<- this is a fixation of his, coaxes you to sleep in his arms, the whole overbearing husband experience, he's very clingy and doting tbh, he really wants to tend to you. Also he's obsessed with your ears.

You could try to ghost him, but he would definitely just destroy your reputation to have you return to him, starts to show up on front of your home like a crazy ex and gives everyone else a heart attack, eventually the other lambs associate you two together and choose to "sacrifice you" to the vicious beast in the forest. That way, in hopes of getting rid of him once and for all. This way you have nowhere else to go. You'll have to let him tend to you properly.

He will whimper and pout like a puppy when you freak out on him about it, bcuz really he doesn't wnat to upset you ever, but he sees this as necessary evil or some form of tough love? but really, what can you do? At the end of the day, he's the only person who doesn't think you're a bad Oman.

[vampyrvia]

Does Mike want a girlfriend? If yes or no, how would he treat her if he would have one? (Sorry I didn't specify who earlier.)

BACK ON MY BULLSHIT !!! michael is back everybody. daddy's home

ANYWAY!!

If we're talking post-scoop, I imagine he'd be deprived of love. Whether it be parental, friendship or romantic; he'd wish for someone to be by his side but would he ever admit to that? Absolutely fuckin' not.

He has a mission to accomplish, anyway. No time for things like this, right?

But, hypothetically, if it ever did come down to this; I imagine he'd be very old fashioned. Both because he's born in the what, 1970s? And because he simply believes his s/o should get the best treatment possible.

I'm talking flowers at your doorstep, breakfast in bed (maybe a little burnt, but-), cleaning the house when you're tired, taking care of you when you're sick. All while forgetting to take care of himself, most importantly.

Let's not forget all the sweet petnames he'd use— darling, dearest, my love, doll..

But hey- he's a corpse. Not like there's much to take care of. Physically, at least.

Maybe you'd just need to remind him to at least spray on some cologne when he's in the house.

He'd have trouble believing your "I love you"'s, but if you're patient with him, eventually he'll fully accept your love, and learn to love himself through you.

<3

[bkchaos]

Can i kiss your majin plz ? he's pretty

[warpedwings]

Misha Collins - Sneakers, Part One

Thanks to Anon for the request, more sneakers to come in a few days!

Part Two Part Three Part Four

[anextrapart]

how can u ship taggie and rupert he's such an ass to her at the dinner party and way too old for her

1. like this:

2. scientists recently discovered that the only way to have meaningful character development is to start characters in a position to develop from

3. almost everyone takes taggie for granted and/or belittles her, meanwhile this handsome buffoon not only sincerely apologizes for being a complete shit once he understands how much he's hurt her (a novelty for her) but also moving forward from that he SEES her and her worth and her struggles and actively supports and encourages her as the grown-ass adult she is

4. aforementioned buffoon is moving (slowly) towards being a better man not in a calculated attempt to get with taggie but simply because her good opinion matters so much that he can't stand how it feels when she's disappointed in him

5. bestie listen it's about the Y E A R N I N G they shall never be together because of The Reasons!!!

6. why would you ask me, an unrepentant age-gap enjoyer, this?

7. it's fiction

8. hope you manage to get your family out of star wars

[great-god-bugs]

May you do sunflower dreamboat as bugs please?

The sunflower dreambugs~

Might need to stay around and listen to their music more, who knows what groovy tunes they could be playing next

[blondeaxolotl]

for you, for listening to me yap (and bc im trying to get a handle on writing jamil so i can write my jamikali fic)--🧣anon

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Jamil stepped carefully into the eerily-lit cafeteria, his ghostly escorts brushing past his silver-clad sleeves. The tables were elaborately set up, candles ablaze with blue fire and lace-like tablecloth made of…Sevens, were those cobwebs? 

Jamil squared his shoulders, expression falling from charming and poised to momentarily panicked, before settling on placid and serene. 

And yeah, Ortho might nuke Night Raven College. And okay, yes, his doing so would eradicate all student life on campus, Jamil included. But, it would also take out any and all possible spiders, he was sure of it.

So he turned around and walked right out. 

Or well, he tried anyway. But the moment he shifted, the wispy forms of the phantom guard solidified behind him, the temperature dropping a couple more degrees, and Jamil could feel himself going lethargic, could feel his cold blood start to flow a bit more sluggishly, the usual sharpness of his senses dulled by the frigid air. 

He did not yet see her, the reason he was here, in the NRC cafeteria, but he felt her. He felt her in the bowed heads of his ghostly escorts, in the way he could hear Idia squeak in panic, and in the sensation of cool fingertips as they traced his cheek. 

Fighting off the urge to shiver, he pulled himself together, eyes sharpening as she finally came into focus. Most brides wore veils of tulle and chiffon, but she? She was veiled in death and beauty.  

She was a grotesque amalgamation of bone and skin. She was an ethereal figure of lace and elegance. Sorrow and determination. Haughtiness and anger. 

The enchanted ring sat heavy in his pocket, and the weight of his duty lay heavy on his shoulders. 

Jamil adjusted his cuffs, giving a practiced smile as he stepped towards her. His movements graceful and deliberate, his gaze steady. He’d spent his whole life smiling and playing along to the wealthy, anticipating their needs and acting accordingly. What was one princess to the hordes of elite he’d been serving since childhood? 

He was ready. 

And then, as if on cue, a voice called out from the frozen lineup of suitors to his left.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing, Sea Snake?”

Jamil faltered mid-step, before moving on, ignoring the voice as he dropped to a knee in front of the specter floating in front of him. 

He knew exactly who that voice belonged to without having to turn and look. He sighed, exasperated, but kept his composure. He could apologize later. Right now, he had a job to do.

“Your Highness,” he said, looking up at the dead royal, “I apologize for the interruption, I know it is most uncouth, to intrude on a Lady on her wedding day, but I just had to express my love for you. I think you’re the loveliest Princess that has ever existed, and no one will ever be able to compare-”

“He’s lying! Sea Snake’s a liar!” 

Jamil’s eyes slid over to the left, where Floyd Leech’s frozen form twitched slightly, his body held in an exaggerated position of bored disinterest. Floyd’s mismatched eyes were gleaming with the playful malice Jamil was all too familiar with.

“A liar? For thinking I’m beautiful? How dare-”

Jamil tuned out the ghost princess, locking eyes with his boyfriend instead. 

Stop, his eyes said, just let me handle it so we can get this over with.

No, Floyd’s expression said, I will not. 

Jamil winced, mentally cursing himself. He was supposed to be focused. This wasn't the time for Floyd’s antics, but, as the eel merman was already turning over to the still yelling bride-to-be, it was clear that was never going to happen.

“Hey lady! Shut up already! You talk too much, it’s annoying.” 

The lady in question swelled in rage, her face taking on a bluer-hue as she rose higher in the air, her personal guard floating up with her, desperate to calm her down. The princess shrugged off the soothing hands of her loyal soldier, shrieking as she flew straight down to Floyd’s frozen form and delivered a loud, painful smack. 

“How DARE you speak to a Princess that way? How dare you raise your voice to me, you vulgar, lowly, impudent reject! Why, I should–” 

“Your highness, please,” Jamil hastily spoke, quickly stepping in between the angry princess and his angrier boyfriend, “ignore him.”  

He kept his wary eyes trained on the princess’s still raised hand. “Don’t listen to him, really,” he laughed, forced and strained as he sent a subtle kick to Floyd’s leg, “I meant every word I said.”

“No, you didn’t.” 

Floyd’s voice dripped with annoyance, as though Jamil had made a grievous error.

“Floyd,” Jamil hisseed, trying to keep the edge of stressed out desperation free of his voice. “I’m just here to do my part, okay? I’m just putting the ring on her finger, like Crowley asked. I’m trying to save everyone, including you—”

“Yeah, save everyone,” Floyd interrupted with a scoff. “Except me.” He let out a dramatic sigh, eyes narrowed in a mixture of mock jealousy and irritation. “What, you think you’re just gonna be cheating on me? In front of me?”

“Floyd, you literally didn’t care at all when it was your turn,” Jamil pointed out, all thoughts of the princess gone as he turned around to face Floyd.

He motioned wildly to the still-frozen suitors, and then to Floyd himself as is to prove his point . “You outright pissed her off on purpose. You didn’t even try to woo her. You didn’t even let Jade pull it off! If he had I wouldn’t be here!”

“Oh, yeah? So, I should be more like you?” Floyd’s voice shifted to a high-pitched mockery. “Playing the perfect prince with your pretty boy act and everything?”

Jamil rolls his eyes but, despite his best efforts to remain calm, couldn’t help but mutter fondly, “You’re impossible…”

“You’re my boyfriend,” Floyd continued, his voice louder now and laced with possessive glee. “So why are you over here trying to impress some ghost bride? Huh? You think she’s got better charm than me?”

The ghost bride watched this exchange with steadily escalating fury, her pale blue eyes narrowing in disgust at the absolute mockery of love playing out in front of her. How dare these fakes, these imposters of princely perfection come forth and profess their most ardent desire to wed her, to be her most beloved groom, only to turn around and trade impassioned declarations of love with one another? She reevaluated the one she had smacked twice already–he at least, was honest in his disinterest. The one with the pretty braids though, had to go. Her beloved Prince Idia would never. 

She floated closer as her latest suitor straightened his back, his striking eyes still settled on the one with the teal hair. “Floyd, you were in the lineup before me. Don’t act like I’m the one who started this whole mess. I'm trying to end it. Can you at least let me do that?"

The teal-haired one, Floyd, caught Eliza’s approaching figure, and he smiled, pointed teeth on display. "Yeah, well," he huffed, his voice dripping with satisfaction, "I guess I can, but then, it’s not up to me, is it Sea Snake?"

Jamil stiffened, the sensation of ghostly fingers brushing through his hair reminding him that he wasn’t alone, and hadn’t been the entire time he had been pulled into an argument with Floyd. 

The sound of a sharp slap cut through the air, Jamil freezing in place just like the others. His body went rigid, but his eyes still burned with frustration.

Floyd’s voice rang out in his usual smug, teasing manner, as if nothing had happened. “Oops. Looks like I won this round. So, Jamil... when are we going to stop pretending like you’re actually going to woo anyone else?”

Jamil’s eyes narrowed, a little fire behind his otherwise calm expression. “You seem to forget Floyd, but I wasn’t the one who sabotaged everything before.”

Floyd gave a small, almost bored, shrug in response. “I didn’t need to win her over. She wasn’t my type. You, on the other hand...”

There was a pause, then. “I’m just trying to save you, Floyd.”

"Mm, sure," Floyd’s voice dipped, sounding too satisfied for Jamil’s liking. "But I’m not sure I’m too thrilled about Sea Snake trying to impress anyone else. Especially not her."

"You're impossible," Jamil muttered again, his voice barely a whisper.

“You mad about it?” 

Jamil shifted as much as he could in his frozen state, flexing his neck as he once-more took in the cold that was settling in as the ghostly wedding continued to assemble. Now that he had no mission to complete and the adrenaline had long since left, he could feel the urge to fall into a deep sleep once again creeping up on him. 

He blinked slowly, taking in the mismatched eyes that were staring into his own. “I suppose there are worse ways to go,” he mumbled through a tired yawn, “then falling asleep to the sight of your eyes.” 

Floyd snickered in delight, and Jamil smiled. It was real and not at all like any of the smiled he had flashed for the princess. “I mean,” and now Jamil was really fighting sleep, his eyelids growing heavier with each degree the temperature seemed to drop, but he was determined to put a matching smile on Floyd’s face, “could you imagine, if I was stuck staring into Jade’s? The horror.” 

And Floyd was laughing now, pointy teeth on display once more, and Jamil fell asleep to his favorite smile and favorite sound, the feeling of something long and lean kicking slowly at his legs.

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im not too pleased with it. i feel like if it happened the other NRC boys would not hold back from their heckling. but i hope you enjoyed it!

JUMPING BACK AND FORTH ONTO THE WALLS, I LOVEEEE THISSS SM. Floyd has no chill, literally if this was like a end of the world situation where Jamil had to woo someone into not nuking the world, Floyd would just hit the nuke with a hammer without hesitation instead of witnessing Jamil get with someone in order to save everyone. "Taking everyone down with me" ahhh

WAAAAGG this was a great way to start my morning I'm absolutely in love with this.. Thank you for using my inbox for a fanfic dump I AM HONOURED. But also whole time I was reading it I was just thinking about the brides reaction to just witnessing flojami argue in front of her.. just pure what the fuck

Jamil, you had it all perfectly but unfortunately your eel boyfriend would rather die than witness you rizz up the ghost bride in front of him 😭😭

[junkissed]

need to ride jun's abs so bad this isn't funny anymore . 💤

i soooo get you but also... what if you were riding jun's cock and right before you're about to cum he lifts your hips off of him and ruins your orgasm and instead makes you ride his abs and you have to cum from that before he'll let you have his cock again. honestly i think he would be just as into ab riding as you are, if not more (and trust me i am very into ab riding). it gives him a rush knowing you can easily get off merely by grinding against his stomach. he would hold onto your hips so tightly and drag your pussy back and forth, making sure your clit touches every single ridge of his toned abs. he would tense the muscles so it would give you something nice and hard to grind against and the entire time he would be praising you at how well you ride him (but also at the same time lowkey bragging about how good his abs are; we've seen his lives lolol and we know he loves to tease us about his abs). "does that feel good, sweetheart? which do you like more, riding my abs or riding my cock? silly question- i know it's a tough choice, baby. you want both. and i'll let you have both, if you keep being such a good girl and cum all over my abs. then you can have my cock, hm?" and then when you do finally cum, he'd make you move so you can see the trail of wetness you've left all over his body and he'd coo about how you're always so wet and beautiful and desperate for him. and only then he would let you ride his cock again

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari, do you have any shoko headcanons you want to share with us?

SHOKO HCS !!!!!!! my wife ….. i do i do ………. this is more of a character analysis maybe but ;;;;;;

shoko is very similar to stsg in many ways. one of them being her brand of loserism …….. just like them she appears very cool and nonchalant at first glance, a charming stranger that keeps catching your eye from across the room ……. i think she has a very particular allure. pale skin and long coats and half-smoked cigarettes and a barely-there kind of smile. radiates the kind of energy that makes you go ’i could fix her’. BUT once you actually get to know her that mysterious charm gets dashed to bits because i do think she is a loser …… a wet cat of a lover. if she falls for you i don’t think she ever falls out .

she is sooooo emotionally repressed and detached but she loves you very deeply and steadily ……… touch is something kind of foreign to her but she’s pretty clingy with you . or more like she wants you to he clingy with her so she doesn’t have to initiate…. i think she melts whenever you link arms. loves feeling like she’s safeguarding you somehow (sashisu all share this trait). basically !!!!!!! she is a bit awkward when it comes to love . a bit of a mess. but she’ll stay with you through thick and thin — that’s the easiest way for her to show her love for you . she has a lot of love to give but you’ll have to get used to her emotional constipation and occasional withdrawal

[blighted-lights]

I want to know your thoughts on an opinion I have. I really hated part of that scene where Megatron and Ravage are talking and Megatron is like, you've seen the worst of the Decepticons. Want to join me? And I really hate this because shouldn't Ravage, as this ultra-loyal Megatron follower and skilled operative, BE and EMBODY the worst of the Decepticons, along with Megatron himself? Was she not there, totally endorsing Megatron back when Megatron was personally training the DJD to be the way they are, something he literally mentioned having done like, one issue before extending this offer?

hiii nonnie!!! thank you so much for the ask!

and i agree, the dialogue in that scene does kind of fit strangely, especially with the assumption that ravage has been close to high command and would theoretically already have seen much of the "worst" parts of the decepticon cause- whether that be the djd themselves, the camps like grindcore, the k-class, the six phasers, the abuse megatron dolls out to the other decepticons, or the genocides of billions of organics. the implication that this is suddenly ravage's first time witnessing the "dark parts" of the decepticon cause IS jarring, especially considering that ravage seems to be completely oblivious to the djd before this arc. to the point where ravage can't even identity the djd's scent on the split lost light, or even recognize the djd's handiwork.

when faced with the bodies left behind on the split lost light, THIS is ravage's reaction:

she's got no idea who did this! none!

as for ravage's opinions on the formation of the djd, i'm kind of split on this. we have zero information on who was involved in the djd's training, who supported it, ect. we have zero proof that ravage was supportive of the djd or even how much she actually knows about them or what they do, and given her reaction above and willingness to distance herself from the rest of the decepticons after witnessing it, i'd argue that she wasn't endorsing him. ravage isn't unaware of the fact that megatron has fucked up- we see her admit this in their first scene together.

ravage calls him a tyrant outright, references what she generously refers to as his "wobbles". she has a very idolized view of him, but it doesn't prevent her from being able to see that he has fucked up. she's just willing to look past his fuck-ups in favor of the idolized version of him she has in her head.

and it is somewhat difficult to pinpoint when this undying loyalty to megatron even started meta-wise, as ravage in prior comics shows no special interest or loyalty to megatron whatsoever. before mtmte, it's always been soundwave she looked to- not megatron. and the megatron ravage endorsed would be a pre-war/early megatron, anyways- long before the formation of the djd. given her reaction to the djd, i VERY much doubt she was in any way supportive of its formation or its practices. but what could she do about it? ravage doesn't have as much agency in comparison to those like soundwave and starscream. none of the cassettes do. though that is a whole different post worth of meta.

BUT! you're fully right. ravage isn't exempt from taking part in what the decepticons have done. i think her role is far more limited than the other big names we know, but it's not like she was kicking her feet off to the sidelines, lol. just because the people around her did much worse doesn't negate the fact that she was just as guilty in the things she was a part of.

this kind of got away from me, but yeah! i agree that the wording in that scene was somewhat odd and this shouldn't of been the first time ravage was faced with the dark parts of the decepticons. UNLESS. these "darker parts" were, for some reason, intentionally kept hidden from ravage in fear that she would leave the decepticons if she knew, which is what we see her do in mtmte. but that feels really unlikely. i really don't think ravage was some big supporter of the djd either, nor would she endorse it or megatron while creating it, but there IS a fair bit of hand-waving ravage does when it comes to what megatron and the decepticons have done in the past. though... that's kinda on-par for mtmte lmao