#but my brain is so empty rn

[londondziban]

hey y'all! feel free to leave me writing prompts in my asks! whether they be jegulus, wolfstar, rosekiller, or just general prompts I can turn into micro fics, I'd really appreciate it! I'm in a bit of a writing slump due to wisdom surgery recovery, so a bit of inspiration would be lovely! :)

[beannary]

so i was so brain empty for day 5 prompt which was map so i decided to do the prompt for day 5 from 2020 which was blade!

[lemongogo]

oo u want 2 draw soo bad..

[thefrogdalorian]

I saw that post going around about what people have on their nightstands and it made me wonder what Din would keep by his bed in the cabin on Nevarro...

I think:

Pictures of Grogu (apparently picture frames are called holocubes in Star Wars!)

A weapon! Probably a blaster of some sort. I imagine it would take him a while to even place it there (he probably slept with it tucked into his waistband/under his pillow for a few months...)

Various empty bottles which he really needs to throw away but keeps forgetting because he's a Tired, Stressed Dad™

Maybe his helmet, just in case he quickly needs to grab it and put it on (he probably feels so naked without it)

A Mythosaur necklace. I know we never saw it in canon, but I feel like he acquired another one so him and Grogu match. He takes it off every night before he goes to sleep but it's always there, close by.

I love fantasising about the little details of his cabin... I really hope we get to see some of them in the movie!

[hexados-on-a-string]

me: teehee yay gus is in mechtanium surge with spectra yippee

my brain, being nice to me for once: hey isnt it cool how gus has been by spectra's side this whole time? through the entirety of new vestroia, and in those 2 years since, he's never left his side. despite how much has changed, they haven't left each other's side, isnt that nice?

me:

[heesimp]

top me in the leather outfits. I beg

[ninashiki]

i feel like this literally says it all about the parallels between Mikage/Mamiya/Tokiko and Utena/Anthy/Akio

[emmybeebs-art]

i love them so fucking much 😭😭😭💕

[wimsiecal]

I know I said I'd survive but oh my god

[bass-alien]

stg I deserve to be dicked down to the point of tears with how chaotic work has been lately lmao

[dyke-stuck]

absolutely love this blog and awesome art.. always eating them everytime you post

sorry if this has been asked before but whats your favorite ship in general?

THANK YOU <3 and this has been asked before but dont worry about it. ill give you a bonus ship i like: erisol/davepeta (pitch style)! i dont really talk about it often (if ever) but i think theyre cute ^_^

im kind of at the point where i end up thinking abt the characters in isolation rather than in ships really so its hard to think up what my favorites are overally rather than like, my fav ship for each character independently. i.e. my fav jake ship is probably jakehal. but my fave hal ship is halquius. and yet! i like jake more than equius. comparatively. i love them both lots.

[kimjunnoodle]

god could have given me normal kinks but nooooOoo i had to get that avant-garde conceptual shit that has no practical application

[byanyan]

back in low battery, energy recharge mode, please hold—

[stiffyck]

thinking about how the absolute second scar was all alone on the secret life server he was attacked by a zombie of all things

YEA YEA YEA

Man the whole season there was just so much zombies. Its fuel for so much angst....

[mohgreal]

I'm actually sad knowing about the new lore of Marika and some snippets of the Omen twins' past

It's actually more fucked the more you realize it

Yet somehow I still think Marika had some love for her cursed babies, ma'am went through some terrible shit, I don't condone her bad parenting, but I think it's understandable how she turned out that way

i do wish they gave us more about marika since shes way too vague if you ask me. her past and actions are kind of understandable, but she feels kind of...hollow? shallow? i do think she held at least a little bit of love for some of her children since messmer and godwyn are a marika approved pair

idk explodes again

[lavendernlilac]

I’ve been slowly working on a fic (unrelated to strawblem— though I do have a wip for that too) and since it’s taking me so long, I offer a snippet under the read more <3

Grian stares at Hotguy’s back for the duration of the walk to their hotel room, seeing his tense shoulders. She doesn’t need to see his face to know he’s not happy, and a small part of her wonders if maybe she pushed it a little too far this time. Neither of them speak, not saying a single word as they walk, the atmosphere far too tense for any sort of idle conversation. Yet there’s something else hanging in the air alongside that tension, this slow building of emotion. It follows them with every step, encasing them.

When they get inside the hotel room, the silence continues. Hotguy doesn’t say anything, instead flicking on the light before walking toward the middle of the room. Grian wonders what’s going on inside his head as she watches him and his stiff posture. The air is cold around him, and Grian can perfectly picture the frown that’s certainly on his face right now. His demeanor is entirely different than it was when the night first began, a realization that leaves her both concerned yet antsy with anticipation as it builds in her chest.

Off to the side, moonlight spills in from the window, adding to the chilly atmosphere around them. She doesn’t know what the night will bring her, and the only way to find out is by poking, testing the waters. How much can she get away with right now?

Grian shifts on her feet, still standing near the doorway. Slowly, she reaches for her heels, slipping them off and leaving them by her bags. She makes a point to sigh in relief as she stretches her arms over her head. Offering one glance at Hotguy, she walks over to the loveseat in the room, plopping down on it. It’s soft beneath her, the red cushion plush and comfortable.

And finally, Grian breaks the silence, “Well I’d say that party was fun.” She pointedly doesn’t look at Hotguy as she speaks, leaning back on her arms. “Looked like you enjoyed yourself.” There’s a bitter lilt to her voice as she tests the limit, pushing on Hotguy until he snaps back like the string of his bow. She crosses one leg over the other, still acting relaxed, “I’m sure it was great, being—”

“Grian,” Hotguy interrupts her, tone flat and carefully measured. He walks over to the nightstand beside the bed and sets his mask down on it, leaving Scar Goodtimes in front of her. He stares at her with smoldering green eyes, “come here.”

It’s a clear command, one that she can choose to follow and be let off easy, or one she can fight and see how Scar responds. Does she want to provoke him further? The defiant part of her finds the idea intriguing. “Or what?” she challenges him. “Maybe you should come to me instead.”

Scar looks at her, eyes narrowing into a light glare. “I’m not going to repeat myself, Grian.”

Grian sighs, not making any move to get up or walk over. She only settles herself further into the loveseat, meeting Scar’s stare with a stubborn one of her own. “Neither will I, Scar.”

“Do you want to make things worse for yourself?” the man questions, causing Grian to still.

How much does she want to push right now? She doesn’t even know what Scar has in mind for her tonight, but oh does she want to poke some more. That being said, perhaps she’ll play along a bit, see how things unfold.

She makes a thoughtful noise before slowly stepping toward him, mostly curious to see what he does. Though she certainly doesn’t walk very fast, making Scar wait. Even if she’s listening to him (somewhat), Grian isn’t going to make it easy for him. She takes her time in approaching him, crossing the distance of the room to meet him with an innocent smile. “Yes, Scar?” Grian questions as soon as she’s in front of him, lifting a brow.

Scar stares at her for a moment or so before he’s reaching out, grabbing her by the waist and roughly pulling her toward him. By instinct, Grian sets her hands on his chest, stabilizing herself. He grips her hips tightly, although he does take care to avoid hurting her with his strength.

Grian feels his fingers tangle in her hair before he’s using his grip to push her into a kiss, all heated. She doesn’t hesitate to lean into it, moving her lips against his, meeting his heat and harshness with her own. They’re taking steps backward until Grian feels the door against her back, the wood pressing into her. Scar deepens the kiss, biting her bottom lip before he pulls away from her. “Care to explain what that was all about?” he questions, voice low.

“What was what about?” Grian asks him, breath heavy as she looks at him. She plays innocent, refusing to make it easy for him; she wants to see what he’ll do.

Scar grabs her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He squeezes her jaw in warning.

Unfortunately for him, Grian only digs her heels in further, continuing to push him. “Do I?” She watches him. “You’ll have to remind me.”

He kisses her again, a bit harsher this time. He doesn’t let go of her chin, keeping her still. “You left my side,” Scar mutters into the kiss. Grian feels a pang of guilt for that one, avoiding his gaze as he pulls away. “Someone else put their hands on you.” Before Grian can breathe, Scar reclaims her lips once more. “Now all this… you’ve tested my patience tonight, Grian.” He kisses her as if he were trying to steal the air from her lungs, leaving her breathless as he slips a leg between her thighs.

Grian can’t help her soft gasp as she feels him press against her, shivering. Need drips through her with little drops, heart beating faster. She grips the front of Scar’s suit as she presses her lips back to his eagerly. She soaks it all up like a sponge as he holds her hip with both hands, still gripping her firmly.

She’s left breathless as Scar pulls away, eyes dark, twinged with promise. “Do you realize how much trouble you’ve caused tonight, brat? I thought you were more behaved than that.”

“Well maybe you were wrong,” she retorts, hands sliding up his torso in order to wrap around his shoulders. She interlocks her fingers together behind his head so as to pull him into another kiss as she rocks herself slightly, needing the friction. “It got your attention, didn’t it?” Grian mumbles in a quiet breath, mere inches away from his lips. “I’d consider it a win, personally.”

Scar clicks his tongue as he looks at her, disapproval sitting in his expression. “I thought we already learned to ask for something when we want it,” he says, not leaning any further into the kiss she’s trying to take. “But instead you chose to be difficult with me, so I guess I’ll have to make sure the lesson sticks this time.”