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FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  just toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[adelheidvonschicksal]

hiii!! how are you? god, it's my first time requesting and I'm super awkward but I've been kinda having this dark mc brain rot! what would the love and Deepspace boys do with a secret gambler mc who's just like yumeko jabami? that'd be so interesting! feel free to ignore this ask if that makes you uncomfortable and have a nice day!

🎲 LND Scenarios with Dark Gambler!MC

🎲 Synopsis: Love and Deepspace men dealing with their dark gambler partner's eccentrics.

🎲 Pairing: LND x GN!Reader

🎲 Content Warning: sexual undertones, mild humor, no pronouns/looks mentioned (Jabami is for the aesthetic), Zayne is the only one vibing, there's no mercy in kitty cards!

🎲 A/N: Thanks for letting me take a crack at your request. I never watched Kakeguri but I think I got the vibe! I did tone the behavior down a little to fit LND more but I think you'll be satisfied. Zayne's part turned into my favorite even though I had the hardest time thinking of a scene for him!

“Let me have a turn.”

Xavier shudders at the dark aura he senses behind him despite the sweet smile plastered on your face. It’s almost like seeing a demon reflecting in the glass of the claw machine but in the form of an angel. He knew it was a bad idea to come to the arcade. He was no good at the machine no matter how much he tried and the nearly empty bowl where his tokens once laid was the proof.

“It’s alright. I didn’t think I could get it anyway. I’m not really good at this game.”

You frown at him. “It’s not you, love. These games are designed to cheat people out their money. It's disgusting really.”

Xavier gulps at that word. Cheat. If there was one thing you hated in this world, it was unfairness. The crooked smile forming on your face forces him to return eye contact with the special edition bunny plush he’s failed to get time and time again. Somehow, he sees fear in its eyes.

“I’ll get it for you.” Your hand reaches into the coin bowl; each clink makes his throat tighten as you finally pull out one of the coins between your fingers. “That bunny will be coming home with us.”

Xavier knows there’s little he can do when you sound that determined. Luckily, you won the bunny in two attempts.

“Ta-da! A fluffy bunny for my fluffy bunny.”

A sense of relief washes over him when the round rabbit hits his hands. Maybe he was being overly paranoid. However, his relief is quickly buffed out by anxiety when he sees you place another coin in the machine. It’s only a few seconds before the chimes of the machine go off again. Then, you pass him another toy, a carrot this time.

“Every bunny needs a snack!” you coo, but your tone carries that familiar edge that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand. “Now, whom shall we capture next?”

To Xavier, it sounds less like a question and more like a decree of war. “I think these two are more than enough for today."

“Xavier, this game stole forty dollars from you. I’m not going to let it get away with that,” you declare, proving it was just as he feared as your voice lowers. “Now, which one do you want, dear? Oh, I know, I'll just win them all for you! How does that sound?" you ask, but Xavier is eerily aware that it won’t matter what he says when you’re like this.

“Here we go!” you mewl as the claw begins to whir up.

Ignoring the shiver that climbs up his spine when your voice drips with the venom of ecstasy, there’s little Xavier can do but take another step back, buy another bowl of coins, and hold them for you as the role of a supportive boyfriend.

It’s an hour later when he finds himself surrounded by plushies, much more than he can hold, and the fear that you’re going to get kicked out the arcade any second.

“Cleaned out again!” you announce with a shrill breathy gasp, the giggle you give reminding him of the maniacal laughter Lemonette chortles out whenever the wanderer sprays lemon juice in his eyes. “Tell the employees we need another refill.”

“We don't have enough hands to carry all the ones you already won.”

“What?” Your focus finally breaks from the game and to the many toys scattered on the floor around him, overtaking his feet, then to the worried look on his face. “I went overboard again, didn’t I?”

Xavier sighs. “I think that’s pretty obvious.”

“Why didn’t you stop me?”

“How do you suggest I do that?” he asks with a shake of his head. “You’re impossible to stop.”

You flutter your eyelashes at him innocently. “I did get you your bunny though!”

“At the cost of the poor arcade owner’s precious sanity,” he reminds you but the smile on his face is less than scolding when he sees the guilty sulk you have and the lax of your shoulders. “Let’s find a donation center to drop these little guys off. We’ll count it as our good deed for the month.”

“Good idea! How about we surprise all the kids at the hospital?” you agree. Xavier chuckles. There’s the angel again.

“Pretty please, Rafayel!”

The painter rolls his eyes, scooting further away from you to find a different spot on the floor to sit as you crawl after him. Rafayel turns his head away and strokes his paintbrush down the center of his canvas.

“No. Now, go away. Shoo. Shoo, go paw at someone else,” he says, waving the wet paintbrush at you.

“But no one else will play with me,” you whine.

“I wonder why?”

You are terrifying when you play kitty cards. Unfortunately, he was once the only one foolish enough to play with you because he wasn’t aware of how you got when you gambled even when the winnings were only a few pieces of chocolate. He knows better now. Despite your cute precious face, you were evil incarnate when it came to games.

“Surely, you pity me my dear sweet, gorgeous boyfriend. Did I forget to mention talented?” You give him the puppy eyes to try to wear down his resolve; your hand glides over his bangs, lovingly pushing them from his face. As much as he loves trying to make you happy, this is one of the few things in the world that he refuses to listen to you about.

“As true as all of that may be, I prefer living thanks,” he says before switching brushes to another color. A splash of blue would be excellent.

“Is this about last time?” you ask him. “It was an accident.”

“You nearly broke my hand!”

“You were trying to swap the kitties!” you yell back. Rafayel was a no-good cheater when it came to playing games and not the least bit sorry about it. It’s not your fault that you grabbed his hand by reflex nor that he was so dramatic about it.

“So, the sentence is hand breaking? That's cruel and unusual punishment!” he says with a gasp.

"Is it wrong to take away your tool for cheating?"

“Have you forgotten what I do for a living? You might as well lay me out in the sun to dry.”

Sighing, you decide to agree with him. You suppose you could be a little competitive when it came to games. Besides, they say it’s easier to catch more flies with honey. “Look, I’m sorry, baby,” you apologize and smooth out a hand over his thigh. “How about I give you a super special prize if you win.”

Rafayel barely looks at you from the corner of his eyes that slowly drop to where your hand rests on his leg. You’re on your hands and knees next to him, perched up like a cat begging to be petted.

“I’m listening,” he says, continuing to mix his paints. Purring, you lean in and whisper in his ear the prizes you’re willing to trade for him to play one little round with you.

His heart races with each word. It’s suddenly becoming harder to keep the stroke of the brush straight when your hand starts to trail further and further up his thigh. “Well, when you put it that way—” and he almost gives in until he sees the corner of your lips curling up into a smirk. “Wait. No. I refuse.”

“Not even if—” and you whisper in his ear again. He swears the brush handle will splinter if he grips it any tighter. His face is glowing a light red by the time you pull away. He might be Lumerian but he’s still a man; it’s difficult to bury the memories of pleasure under the memories of his fingers squeezing in your hard grip the last time you caught him cheating. He manages, somehow.

“How easy do you think I am? I’m not open for business whenever you want, darling.” He manages to spat out, not exactly the best rejection but it’ll suffice.

You puff up your cheeks at him. “You’re the meanest boyfriend ever!”

“And you’re evil when a card gets in your hand,” he argues back. The last thing he sees is the red of your shirt as you pounce on him and blue paint spilling across the floor.

“You’re so nice, Zayne. You’re the only one who's brave enough to play against me.”

Zayne glances up from the stack of cards in his hands to catch your tongue glancing over your lips to wet them as you stare him down with dilated eyes. He expected you to get worked up but not quite this early into the game.

“I had the free time today.”

The real reason he schedules these regular games with you is to keep your strange habit under control, like providing a little bit of a drug to an addict; or in simpler terms, walking an overly energetic Husky so it won’t tear up the furniture. It beats the many times you ring him up at two in the morning, needing him to come rescue you out of a tough situation. He knows you’ll never learn your lesson with him always swooping in when needed, but he can’t stand the possibility of you getting hurt should he not come to your rescue every time you over bet your hand and need him to win back your money for you. The doctor never really expected to be a poker or kitty card expert at this age but alas.

“I’m guessing there’s at least one Kitty Plot in your hand, am I right?” you ask him; and he doesn’t understand how you sound more excited each time he obtains another assist card.

“And if I told you there was?”

The giggle you let out sounds much too vulgar for a simple game of kitty cards, but he’s used to this eccentricity of yours at this point. “Then that means I get to beat you even when you’re at your best!”

You slap down a Freeze card and Skip card. There’s not much he can do other than draw his assist card and ride out your next turn. In the next phase, you throw out another assist card, one that will allow you to restock your empty number stockpile and seal your victory.  

“Any last words?” you ask him. He can see that you’re starting to twitch with the excitement that comes from besting him. It’s the most dramatic thing he’s seen, but he’d be a liar to say it wasn’t…satisfying…to watch your face fill with shock as he blocks your finishing move with a Meow This. Maybe you were rubbing off on him after all, he muses.

“You held on to that all this time?” you ask him, recalling the many chances he could’ve blocked your earlier plays. You were aware he was luring you into a trap by playing the slow game, but you thought you could get around it this time. With a dreamy sigh, you cup your cheek in your hand. “I should’ve known. Just careless.”

“Any last words?” he asks, mocking your earlier victory line.

“None I’m afraid. I’m completely at your mercy; helpless in the face of your onslaught,” you tell him, and he ignores the little tilt of seduction lacing your voice and the squirming of your thighs as he starts erasing every point you’ve earned.

Slowly, your points decrease one by one as he throws out assist after assist while you let out little whimpers and mutter compliments under your breath with each cup color change and point reducer he throws out.

You’re going to lose! Again! He’s incredible as always.

But you’re offered deliverance when instead of erasing the six points of your blue kitty the cup color changes to match it. You hear Zayne “tch” under his breath, and you can’t help but laugh when he finally has to give up and fill the last white kitty cup with a pathetic low-level kitten.

In the end, you only won by two points but that was all you needed.

“I won…I won!” you repeat, rocking back and forth as you hug yourself and toss your head back. “I finally beat you! You won’t believe how long I waited for this day! Now what should my prize be?” You fall back onto the floor, kicking your feet. “It’s so hard to decide. I honestly didn’t think this day would come! There are so many things I’ve dreamed of making you do for me!”

Zayne presses his lips into a thin line as he begins to collect the kittens from the cup. “Calm down. You’re drooling on the carpet,” he exaggerates, not that you're in the right mind to listen.

“I got it. I know just what I want,” you squeal, holding your finger in your mouth to muffle your laughs. Zayne tenses when you sit up, much like a vampire from a horror movie, and lock eyes with him; he doesn’t think he’s felt so targeted since his days in the military.

“Meow for me, Zayne,” you demand, and his face burns at the ridiculousness of your request.

“You—”

“Are you backing out? That’s poor sportsmanship especially considering I took every nasty medicine each time you won.”

Zayne shakes his head. “No. I was simply thinking that’s surprisingly tame for you.”

You lift your eyebrows curiously. “So, does that mean?”

Zayne leans in over the table. In this position, he can see how your face softens from that lust-filled haze that gambling always manages to place over you. He doesn’t know if you can actually get embarrassed, but you certainly look flustered as he locks eyes with you.

“Meow.”

“Oh,” you gasp, eyes wide. “T-That was absolutely wonderful,” you blurt out with a clasp of your hands. “Do it again.”

“It was a one-time deal,” Zayne rejects before straightening his back.

“I didn’t think you would do it. One more little meow for me?” you plead. “This was a special victory, and I didn’t get to enjoy my winnings properly.”

“If you want to hear it again, I’m afraid you’ll have to beat me a second time,” he answers bluntly.

“And if you win?”

“You do what I want.”

“Which is?”

Zayne smirks at you. “All I can tell you is that I’ll ask for much more than a meow.”

“You’re on! You’re on! You’re on! What better way to solidify my position as the best kitty card player than with a streak?”

“I take it we’re playing on Hell Mode then.”

“What do you mean? It’s always heaven playing against you, Zayne. You’re the only one who can give an actual challenge,” you sweetly coo, nearly a moan. “Unfortunately, your reign will officially be coming to an end. I’m going to beat you without luck; and when I do, I think I’ll make you meow and purr for my reward.”

“Hurry and restart the match then if you believe that.”

Zayne watches as you excitedly set the game back up. He supposes that this type of gambling is more fun than gambling with chocolates. At least until he sees your social media message the next morning.

Guess who finally toppled the old king and became the new Ruler of Kitty Cards? I won’t name them. No one asked. It’s not polite to be a sore loser, my adorable meowing subject.

[cannibal-wings]

So... that all happened.

In an effort not to drown in current events, here's some WIP Wed for You Pay the Cost. This is all extremely rough. And I'm talking extremely here. A lot of this will get changed as I finish out the scene and edit it. I just wanted to share something. Gotta head to work now, but enjoy.

Leon was the last one to go through the door, he ducked under the frame and moved his tail all the way inside before closing the door behind him. He watched Luis set a small backpack down on the couch and begin to go through it.

“You ok?” Ashley asked him. She caught the way he seemed to hover uncomfortably near the door.

“Yeah,” he said, “I’m good.” Neither of them were sure if that was the truth. He stepped a bit further into the room and shrugged his rifle and shotgun off his back. Leon didn’t really know what to do with himself.

Luckily Luis saved him the trouble by turning his attention to him. “Ok,” he started with, “lets give you a quick lookover, Big Guy.”

Leon raised an eyebrow and rubbed his two bottom pedipalps together. “A lookover? For what?”

Luis stepped closer to him and said, “Your product line has a high failure rate, as far as mutations go.”

“Product line?” Leon frowned and stepped back.

Ashley asked, “So you know what he is?”

“Well, now that I’ve seen the full mutation, yes. I had a guess before, but seeing the whole thing in front of me, there’s only one product type it could be. Verdugo.”

“Ver-what now?”

“It means executioner, but I think a more fitting title should have “Guardian” or “Protector” even “Body Guard” would have gotten the product’s purpose through more clearly.” Luis closed the gap between himself and Leon once more. “They were created to be soldiers but Saddler quickly abandoned that idea after learning their abysmal survival rate through production. The research teams shifted focus and fine tuned the serum, more survived but not in the numbers he was looking for. Instead of scrapping the project, it was re-pitched as a line of personal body guards.”

Leon ignored most of that. “So you think I’m going to die?”

Luis shook his head. “Most likely not. You survived the mutation process, but I’d like to double check.” He reached up for Leon’s face and said, “Bend down for me, ok?” When Leon hesitated he added, “It’s best we get this done now, yeah?” Leon relented and Luis reached up to touch the outer jaws. Instantly Leon flinched back away. “Leon,” he said more sternly, “don’t be difficult.”

“I just- is this really necessary?”

“Yes. Now stop being a baby.” This time when he reached for Leon’s mandibles he was less gentle. He pulled him back down and opened them up. “I must remind you, my lab did not work on the Verdugo line, I was primarily a special variant Plaga researcher. However, they made us all sit through the presentations of the other labs, so I know just enough to get you sorted.” Leon kept trying to pull away from his touch, no doubt partly on instinct and partly due to being uncomfortable. And while Luis could sympathize with him, he still needed to check him over. “You mutated quickly and aggressively. The process normally takes a week, sometimes more, and is done in stages, induced with serum injections in increasing doses. Now this,” he manipulated the mandible in his hand, “this isn’t the correct outer jaw that goes with this body plan.”

“Yeah?” Leon wanted to yank it free but he let Luis continue. The other man ran his hand along the inside of it, feeling for something. It was uncomfortable, Leon felt the tip of his tail twitch. “What’s it go to then?”

“Las Plagas,” Luis said bluntly. “I think something interesting happened with you. The Plaga can also cause mutations to the host. The drone types have predictable mutations that follow their life stages. The controller Plaga often have more unique mutations, suited to the individual host. These can be triggered at will or in a life or death situation. Sometimes due to stress as well, or as a trigger from another, stronger Plaga.”

“So you think the Plaga was also trying to make me into a monster?”

“Yes,” he said. “But it got overridden by the Verdugo mutagen. The jaws and extra arms are not from the Verdugo mutagen. If I had to guess, they are from the Plaga.”

“But he’s done now, right?” Ashley asked. “No more changes?”

“Theoretically, yes, but-”

“There’s always a but,” Leon said with an eyeroll.

“But until we get the Plaga out of you, it could try to mutate your Verdugo form. Unlikely, since this is such a strong mutation, but it could happen.” Luis finished feeling around one side of Leon’s jaw and moved to the other. “Are you in any pain? From the mutation? Anything still hurt?” Leon shook his head. Luis finished pushing on Leon’s jaw lining. Nothing felt inflamed or swollen. “You don’t appear to have venom sacs, I don’t know if you’d consider that good news or not.”

“Wait, I could have had venom sacs?”

“Yeah, the Plaga with this face type can sometimes develop a venomous bite. You’d have a gland back here,” Luis reached in again with his hand and pressed just under his ear, where the skin of the outer jaws fused with his human skin. “But I don’t feel anything. It’s possible it’ll develop later.” He turned his attention to the large fangs at the end of each mandible. “I doubt it though, I don’t see a hole in your fangs for the venom to leave through. In any case, if you feel swelling here,” he pressed again, “or here,” and did the same with his other hand, but on his neck this time, under the human jaws, “it might be the gland coming in. It won’t affect the remains of your human jaws, or at least it shouldn’t, and your spit won’t be venomous. But your outer jaws could deliver a toxin strong enough to bring down an elephant. So exercise caution.”

“Great,” he said unenthusiastically. “What about,” Leon almost hesitated to ask, but he knew if he didn’t do so now, he might never get the chance. “What about acid? The ones I’ve come across can vomit acid.”

“Ooooh, that’s a tough one my friend. That organ is internal and I’d have to open you up to see if its in there. Your cousin species, the Novistadores have acid as well, but your species isn’t often engineered with it.” Luis moved away from Leon’s face and began to run his hands along the various plating on his chest. “I wouldn’t worry about, if you develop it, it’ll be because of the Plaga.”

“And the only way to know would be to open me up and check?”

“Yes.” Luis pressed on one of the plates that sat just below where his diaphragm would be. “Does this hurt when you breath in?” He could feel Leon expand his lungs and his ribcage moved under the carapace.

“No.”

“Good, good. Some issues that were reported with this line had to do with lung capacity and the ability to breath uninterrupted by the carapace.” He continued to move his hands down to his stomach. “Have you had any bowel movements?”

“No. Haven’t really had time.”

“You eaten anything recently?” Leon didn’t want to answer. He clamped his jaws to his face and looked at Ashley. “Leon?” When he looked up it was clear that the question had made him uncomfortable.

Ashley said instead, “Remember when I called you? And I said Leon wasn’t acting like himself?” Luis looked to her then back at Leon and nodded. “Well, when he wasn’t… himself,” she settled on, “he had eaten some of the cultists.”

“Oh.” Luis looked again to Leon who wouldn’t meet his eyes. “I see.” The blood around his jaws had been a giveaway, but he thought that maybe he had only used them in self-defense. “While I wouldn’t suggest your diet become comprised of human flesh, I will say that your guts are designed to process raw foods. Vegetables, fruit, and yes, meat. So eating them won’t have any negative consequences on your health.”

“I’m a fucking monster,” Leon said quietly.

Luis dismissed that with, “You were doing what you were designed to do. Protect Ashley no matter the cost.” When Leon looked at him with an eyebrow raised, he said, “It’s pretty obvious that its her you’re being made to protect. I don’t know if Saddler had you imprinted or if you did that all on your own.”

Ashley asked, “Wait, imprinted? Like with baby animals?”

“Perhaps that was the wrong word, “paired” might have been better. You see the Verdugo line, like I said before, was shifted to become a guardian type weapon. The first few iterations were not biologically bound to the one they were supposed to protect.”

“And now they are?” she asked again.

Luis nodded. “We have two ways of doing it, both involve the use of a Plaga. It’s clear that Leon has a Plaga inside him,” he said and turned over Leon’s arm to show off the dark veins that were still visible in the gaps between his carapace. “Sometimes both parties are infected with a custom made set of paired Plaga, this, along with picking a person close to the one needing the protection, insures the best results post mutation. If the client has the money and Saddler decides they’re worthy, the client will receive a custom Controller Type Plaga. Then it doesn’t matter as much which Verdugo is shipped to them, if it carries a normal Plaga the client will have no issues with commands or its loyalty.”

“And Saddler would do that? Just give someone a Controller Plaga?” Leon snorted. “Doesn’t that seem a little dangerous?”

“No, it’s actually a benefit to him as well. You see his end goal is to control the world with Las Plagas. The more people he infects the better, and if these folks are eager to do so willingly…” Luis trailed off. “It’s not a safety concern for him because Saddler’s Plaga is the strongest we’ve seen. He wouldn’t give out something that could usurp him to some random militant group.”

Luis put a hand on Leon’s back and started to lift and check the various plates. “You have a Plaga but Ashley doesn’t,” he was focused on Leon and didn’t catch the way that she froze up, “but you’ve clearly already paired yourself to her. Your body language gives it away, I’m sure you feel it as well?” Leon nodded. “The instincts that come with the mutation are strong. Incredibly strong. New Verdguo if not previously paired will pair themselves with someone eventually. We normally keep them in solitary until a client buys one for that reason alone. The pre-paired ones are obviously made to order.”  Luis continued, “Once the bond is made its made for life. It cannot be paired again. Of course, that doesn’t mean it can’t serve another, but the biological connection? That’s a one and done deal.”

Leon looked at Ashley who was staring back at him. “What does that mean?” he asked. “For me?”

“Well, you might be switching careers friend. Being separated from the one you’re paired with for long distances and durations will cause immense feelings of anxiety and sometimes violence, if you aren’t brought back together.” Luis asked, “Can you bend forward for me? Like you’re going to touch the ground?”

Without giving it much thought Leon leaned forward and dropped his hands to the floor and stretched. “So that’s it? I’m fucked?”

“Oh I wouldn’t go that far friend. You have options. Control over yourself will come with age. Some of our Verdugo on the market have been around for a couple of years now. They settle pretty easily, at least, that’s what I gather from the reports I’ve read.”

“I’m sorry,” Ashley said, “Leon I’m sorry. I didn’t know this would happen.”

“Neither of us did, not your fault.”

“On the bright side,” Luis said, stepping away, “you are built wonderfully. I’ve never seen such an exceptional specimen. Your body seems to have adapted perfectly to the mutagen, nothing is out of place. Full range of motion, carapace that has a bit of give, everything slots perfectly together, honestly, a perfect example of your species. If the Plaga hadn’t don’t a couple of its own mutations you’d be exemplary.”

“Please,” Leon winced, “please stop talking about me like I’m a product.” He stood back up to his full height.

“My apologies, Leon, but you are. Best shore up with that now instead of later.”

[craetor]

Here comes moot~! Thank you for your interest @13eyond13♥️ (tumblr for some reason won't allow editing on even ask drafts so this is what we're doing now)

4 + 1 for Light, Mello, L & Near it is!

(Taking "sad" literal here because the way they deal with stress is sad on its own.)

Near

Near is a quiet angry type. He does his best to not make a fuss and ignore his feelings when he feels hurt, in fear of making either bullying or the general energy in his environment worse if he lets it show. When he's been in a fight he tends to avoid talking it out with the goal of avoiding another frustrating conformation. When he argues he keeps it cool and on topic, thoughtful, trying his best to keep the quarrel pointed and structured to reach a consummate conclusion.

Near's mood is often low. He marinates in his sorrow until he can't take it anymore and then marinates some more. 25 year old Near is lonely with a hard shell built around him. And he's sad. But he doesn't do much about it except trying to distract himself with toys and work. Perhaps he thinks he's not worth the effort to begin with, perhaps is used to it.

Light

Light has evidently learned to keep in his anger until he's alone. I feel like he'd have a squishy or string to spool around his fingers in his pockets to wid down in public situations, since appearances matter to him so much. He's not the type to purposefully neglect his needs if it will affect his image.

When Light is upset, however, he often doesn't realize until it becomes too much. He probably likes a good cry upstairs in his room when the TV is on downstairs. Some part of me also feels like he couldn't help but pity himself in those times, resulting in a head-in-pillow or wrist over eyes dramatic scene.

Mello

Mello is calm and, despite a few fits of explosive rage when he sees himself deeply humiliated, knows how to stay grounded and not loose his wits. I believe he's quite proud of this as well, that is if he even takes notice of it at all, or if it is purely a subconscious restraint he's learned to strap himself into as a part of maturing.

In opposition to Light, for whom sadness is merely a blurry background occurrence, allowed to slowly build up from neglect, Mello's bothers are actively shoved in an overstocked closet with a gritted-teethed 'not now'. He has not learned that not taking care of melancholy on his own terms will result in it bursting free at inopportune times. It's an ever-present battle for him. He's got so much baggage..

L

L's 'anger' materializes frequently over his sharp tongue. This is more impatience that is easily cured by complaining or taking matters into his own hands. A truly despairing L will start ranting aloud or clench his teeth/put a tight grip on something (less a HC than blatant anaysis). He's never cleared a table but has definitely thought of it.

When L is sad he wallows in things that make him glad. Much like Near he uses work to distract his mind or make him feel like he's affluencial & productive. Of course he uses food, too and enjoys looking out of windows, scenery- or people watching. Sometimes even going to a quiet spot outdoors (a park, rooftop, balcony, a parking lot outside the hotel). Watari is his shoulder to cry on at his own offer. He knows well of L's burden and it's the least he can do to support him in his endeavors.

Thanks for reading, I'm happy to take more of these!

[notstilinski]

Teaching Angela Fortnite Starters !

Taken from the Smosh Games' livestream, Teaching Angela Fortnite! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit! 

“I want to ask you what you think a Dub is?”

“Is that where people go, “Come home with a W”?”

“It’s kinda like Survivor?”

“I’m a little dang nervous because of the Squads here.”

“I DON’T NEED A WIPE! I’LL USE A WIPE WHEN I’M DEAD!”

“Yeah, that’s crazy that you think that.”

“I sound like a fucking ad right now.”

“I guess they have a pig? Is that something (Name) does?”

“Of course you gotta be weird about her!”

“I would say that all of Fortnite is gay Fortnite.”

“Okay? Okay. Then what the tuck are you here for? You’re not going to help me?!”

“MY BROTHER IS IN THE CHAT!”

“(Name) are you awake?”

“Okay did you see how that liquid was kinda really weird?”

“Yeah! I think we have it in Theatre Kid Mode.”

“Okay, so now when I see someone, I just run?”

“We’re in a game.”

“People are saying you radiate Favorite Cousin vibes.”

“L for /lock in/. Got it.”

“I had to train myself to not panic. I went to therapy.”

“We wanna hit that person with our car.”

“Grand Theft Auto is for sinners!”

“There’s a guy so hit him with your car.”

“Guys! Women are good!”

“Let’s fucking leave this bread and breakfast.”

“Where’s that guy I never killed?”

“Where is she? Where’s my daughter?”

“How do I make a car kill?!”

“Where’d she fucking go? Where’d the bitch go?”

“No! It’s okay, it’s okay. I need faith in the room!”

“This car has cellulite now.”

“What if it’s been (Name) this whole time?” 

“What is this copyright free song?”

“(Name) is so insanely patient, dude.”

“Not me getting starstruck.”

“Oh my god! Mom, (Name) and (Name) are fighting!”

“This is so sick. And by ‘sick’ I mean BORING.”

“So, like, kill this person.”

“Bro, I feel like an absolute cuck.”

“Oh no, here comes the crazy scary, beautiful lady!”

“Uh oh, I can’t do letters!”

“It’s just gonna look like they’re jerkin’ it.”

“No but when they come in you have to fucking slaughter.”

“Oh so you don’t know that this is really impressive? What I’m doing?”

“This is probably the first game since you played since, like what? Crash Bandicoot?”

“This is, frankly, terrifying.”

“You killed so many people just now.”

“I can’t believe (Name) is Ninja.”

“Where’s my brakes wife and my sandwich?”

“”(Name) marry me.” Uh, cant. My partner would be pissed.”

“”How do I know when they die?” You make sure of it.”

“So, anyways, I resumed blasting.”

“Stop saying they know.”

“Death by B.O.B.”

“It’s like you brought a shot gun to baseball.”

“You’re playing against eighty year olds, five year olds and other theatre kids.”

“Imagine getting dissed that hard by (Name).”

“Don’t call them bitches, bro.”

“Is (Name) wearing pants? No.”

“Uh, yes, because of Slay.”

“I really just wanted to come here and Slay.”

“The best part is when they don’t do great.”

“Oh, you hate to see women fight each other like this.”

“I’m going to need you guys to apologize.”

“Okay, I was just about to say that I’m used to being ignored.”

“(Name), no. We love you and we know that we could fuck with you.”

“Anytime someone shows interest in me, I’m like, “Oh, you hate me.””

“Now you’re in a Dodge commercial.”

“There’s nothing about conflict resolution that I’m not scared of.”

“Are we in a little town in Spain?”

“(Name), (Name). End it.”

“Nickelback meets Nine Inch Nails.”

[eating-plastic]

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Thank you to @starlight-selfships for informing me about pixlr to help me edit these. Seriously, you're the best, Bun!

Under the "read more" is just some explanations of my choices. Feel free to ignore if you don't care too much about my self ship ramblings, you won't hurt my feelings lol

Me

Brief cameo of human Rita for Ricky, because Killer Frequency doesn't have anything crazy or supernatural; a raccoon girl wouldn't fit in. With the Uncanny Valley, however, my lil raccoon girl self isn't the craziest thing walking around. Plus, this bushy tail of mine keeps me from becoming REALTOR chow (seriously, imagine trying to eat a clump of fur, it doesn't sound fun does it)

Cats or dogs: both, because despite owning cats all my life, I love dogs equally

Amusement Parks or Museums: museums because I'm terrified of thrill rides like roller coasters, so I wouldn't have much at amusement parks

Roller Ricky

Cats or Dogs: Dogs, but honestly, Ricky's an animal lover through and through and only likes dogs just a smidge more than cats

Long Walks or Long Car Rides: Long walks, because I feel like Ricky loves to move. I mean he had the nickname Runner Ricky and now Roller Ricky, he loves to be active. Also I don't think he likes sitting for long periods of time all that much

Drawing or Writing: Drawing, I don't know, I could see Ricky just kinda doodling every once in a while. Not sure if he'd be really good at drawing, but he would prefer it over writing I think

Traveling or Staying Home: Both, because I think it just depends on his mood. He'd definitely love to travel every now and again and try something new, but there are also times when he just would like to stay home

Morning or Night Time: Morning! Ricky gives me the vibes that when he wakes up, he's ready to start the day

Cold Weather or Hot Weather: Hot weather, because I feel like Ricky enjoys going out and doing things outdoors when it's nice and warm out. That doesn't mean he wouldn't like building a snowman or having a snow ball fight when winter arrives though

Land Animals or Marine Life: As I said previously, Ricky is an animal lover, but mostly for land animals. I could see him liking sea turtles though. I know that's random, but hey it's fun getting random thoughts like that about what your f/os like

Maison Talo

Cats or Dogs: well in terms of owning one, that can't happen. I just feel like it wouldn't work with his house body. It already took him a while before I was even able to live inside of him safely due to him needed to make absolute sure my tail doesn't shed too much. That being said, just out and about, he prefers cats. I don't think he likes dogs at all

Pancakes or Waffles: neither, because that's not how he eats. I mean, yeah REALTORS can and do eat regular food, but it's not filling and serves more as a little snack here and there. Even then, I don't think Maison would like either

Amusement Parks or Museums: museums. I feel like Maison appreciates art and history a lot and he'd definitely prefer the quiet, lowkey atmosphere

Chocolate or Candy: Now I know I just said he doesn't eat like that for pancakes or waffles, but I just feel like he likes chocolate. Dark chocolate to be specific, because he says he doesn't have much of a sweet tooth (unlike me lol)

Long Walks or Long Car Rides: Long walks, because unless you have a convertible, I don't think closing a car door on his lure cord would feel nice

Drawing or Writing: Writing because I feel like Maison would enjoy writing little poems every now and again

Traveling or Staying Home: Staying home, but it's not like he has a choice; his lure cord keeps him from leaving the Uncanny Valley. However, because the island actually moves, I feel like the Uncanny Valley adapts to the culture of wherever it is closest to, so he gets a little slice of different cultures every time the island moves around so it's like he doesn't even need to travel

Morning or Night Time: Morning, because you know what they say: the early REALTOR catches the potential buyer...or something like that

Cold Weather or Hot Weather: hot weather because that's when it's easier for him to find potential buyers and keeping himself fed

Land Animals or Marine Life: no preference because I feel like Maison would find something fascinating within either category. He's not the biggest fan of television, but he does like watching documentaries about different things, including animals. When it comes to being entertained and not learning anything though, he usually reserves that for books

[thegreenlynx]

“Who fits this plot?” Poll!

Okay so l've been working on some stories for a while and despite having several chapters already written for several of them I am now rethinking my choice of main characters sooo… who fits this plot/dynamic best?

Fem Vampire Reader/OC x Supernatural Obsessed Nerd

By obsessed I mean OBSESSED; Extensive research, piles upon piles of books and notes, hacking into confidential documents, etc. It's to the point people are not only weirded out but genuinely concerned. The dude's got problems. The human life is far too boring for him, he spends his time fantasizing about things like mermaids and wizards. He's top of his class but he doesn't actually give a shit about school or academics outside of his true passion, he is just too smart for his own good. He humors his studies simply to pass the time or get him closer to finding more material for his fantasies. With the exception of his hand full of friends; he is pretty much a recluse, has never been intimate or dated or even had his first kiss. Whether that's because he is too preoccupied in his fantasies or because everyone thinks he's a freak, who's to say really?

She is a vampire in a world that does not believe in the supernatural. She is part of a group of good vampires who work to protect humans (in secret, of course) from groups of deranged vampires who care not for the lives of humans and do not wish to live feeding off hospital blood bags and animals for the rest of their lives. These vampires enjoy seeing the fear in a human's eyes. Vampires have special abilities, some unique to the vampire and some universal. One of these universal qualities is unfathomable beauty to lure in their prey, much like an Orchid Mantis. The evil vampires will use any tactics they can to fuel their power and have dominance over the weak. It is her and her team's duty to protect the naive and ignorant humans from the vampires who would use this gift (curse?) to cause harm.

That all being said, while she watches and protects humans she also tends to avoid them like the plague. She'll still go shopping and run errands like a normal person but she knows better than to let any human get close. Humans are not to be trusted and they cannot know she exists after all. Generally she and her team do an amazing job of staying under the radar. However when one human delves too far into things better left untouched, can she protect him from his own passion?

At the end of the day I'll leave the final decision to myself, but I wanted some input. Feel free to leave your opinions or arguments for your choice in the replies and thank you for taking time to read this!

Edit: It's out now!

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

how do you find or decide what piece of art to use for an edit? what are your sources for finding artworks to use for your edits?

hello my dear!

what a lovely question! my answer is incredibly long, so I apologize in advance for that, but I tried to make it as organized as possible. I'm also going to put it under a cut, since I rambled on for quite a while 😅 but this was such a rich question - so thank you again!! ☺️☺️

if you have other questions lingering after this, please feel free to reach out again! 🥰🥰

how do I decide which artwork to use for an edit?

for the most part, when deciding what artwork to use, I look for some kind of visual or thematic resonance with the lyrics I plan to use

for example, in this edit, I used the lyrics "I don't like that falling feels like flying til the bone crush" with lament for icarus by herbert james draper. there were a number of parallels I wanted to draw here:

visual parallels: those lyrics come from "gold rush" by taylor swift, and the painting itself is suffused in gold tones. I also used a golden glow on some of the words to emphasize this connection

thematic parallels: icarus is famously known for his fall from the sky, and the lyrics I chose literally discuss falling, so that was another resonance I wanted to pull out

random parallels that perhaps exist only in my mind: I wanted to emphasize the ending of a story with both the lyrics and the painting. in the painting, we see icarus after he has fallen, but for those familiar with the myth, his prior flight and fall are implied. the lyrics discuss the metaphorical joy of flight until it turns into a freefall, but what we are actually seeing here is the "bone crush." in this way, I liked that we're looking at the end of a story that in some ways tells the whole story. the lyrics and art both imply the existence of a previous moment of rapturous flight which turned into a tragic fall, even though they only actually show the aftermath of both. idk if that makes any sense so just ignore this one if this is absolutely incompressible 😅

basically, these are the kinds of resonances I like to seek out. sometimes the lyrics come first and I look for a painting that fits well with them, and sometimes it's the other way around. other times I see an artwork and immediately lyrics will pop into my head, or vice versa, where I'll hear lyrics and instantly think of a painting that would fit them so well

not all of my edits have every level of parallels, but I do like to make sure that they at least have some sort of thematic resonance that ties them together!

I hope that explains my process at least a little! ☺️☺️

where do I find artworks for my edits?

there are four big resources/approaches that I use, so I'll go through each one here ☺️

general art history knowledge: since I'm doing an art history phd, I just happen to have a lot of exposure to a lot of different kinds of art. between the hours I spent in class, doing readings, and doing my own research, I just end up absorbing a lot of potential artists and artworks to use. I actually have a page in my notes app devoted to things I see that I may want to use for edits in the future 😅. however, I completely understand that this is not an experience that a lot of people have. but I am more than happy to offer myself as a resource!! if you ever have a question or a vision in mind but don't know where to start looking for art, feel free to reach out and ask! I am by no means in expert in every facet of art history, but I would be absolutely delighted to use what knowledge I do have to help you in any way I can! 🥰🥰

image collections: there are a number of fantastic digital resources available for browsing historical art! museum websites and their digital collections are always a great place to start. many libraries also have extensive digitized collections which often include prints, drawings, photos, and illustrations, even if they don't have paintings or other larger artworks. a couple that I've used in the past are the library of congress and the bibliotheque nationale de france, but there are so many more out there. if you're affiliated with a university, you may have access to resources like artstor, which has a huge repository of images. depending on the databases to which your local library subscribes (which are often a lot!! libraries are so cool and I highly recommend checking out the resources they have!!), you may have access to a number of other databases like artstor. wikimedia commons is also a fantastic resource, since they have categories you can browse like "women with skulls in art" or "red textiles in portrait paintings." obviously not every artwork that fits those parameters are included, but the amount of images they have is incredible. my one caution here is that the search function doesn't allow for a lot of specificity unless you already know the name of a category you're looking for. finally, google arts & culture/google art project tends to have really high quality images of artworks, but is also not the easiest to search unless you already know the name of an artist or artwork that you're looking for. whew okay that's a lot, but please let me know if I can answer any more specific questions about any of these amazing resources!

art accounts: I truly discover so much fantastic art by following other accounts that post art historical content! I follow a number both on here and on instagram, and it's always amazing to see what other people discover 🥰. some are more specific, like posting art just from a specific era/period, or curating different color themes, while others just post anything that they find compelling. I end up finding so many artworks this way, and it's also a fantastic way to connect with other people who like art historical stuff!

following rabbit holes: this is more of an approach than a specific resource, but I highly encourage everyone to explore things they like!! if you see an artwork that really resonates with you, look up the artist and see what other kind of work they've done. find out if they are identified with a particular period or movement and then look up other artists from that movement. see if you like any of the art produced by those artists and then keep going! I have found so much incredible art just by being curious about a single artwork, and it's also a great way to expand your art historical knowledge in general ☺️

yikes okay now that I've written you a whole novel, I hope that at least some of this info was helpful!!

thank you again for the wonderful question! (and thank you so much for reading this all if you got this far! 🥰)

as I said above, I would be genuinely delighted to help with anything that I can! the reason that I want to be a professor is to let people get excited about art, so anything I can do to facilitate that is pretty much my dream 🥰

thank you again dearest anon and I hope you have a lovely, art-filled day!! 💖💕💖💕

[boozye]

I've seen dozens of posts now asking people to reblog things, and when I check the notes it's almost all people completely missing the point in the most obnoxious way possible, or just people who genuinely aren't familiar with the sites features (and on the lowest percentage, people who know about the features but knowingly don't reblog for one reason another, which is perfectly fine, I think) But all in all the replies are usually people who feel targeted for some reason... (which you are not, ignoring the post is fine, most of you have seen it because you follow someone who reblogued it, do I need to explain to you then, the value of reblogs? just ignore it and carry on, noone has @'d you)

Anyways, I do not think people who don't want to reblog things should.

What I think is that knowledge and understanding is important. This post is aimed at people that genuinely don't understand or know. Noone else. I'm not telling you to reblog things if you don't want to. I'm explaining something to people who might really just not know the benefits of reblogguing things.

Benefits of reblogging (besides the algorithm):

- Archive: There's a risk to using "likes" as an archive. When people delete a post or their blogs, their posts WILL be deleted from your likes. Things on your likes depend on the blog you liked it from (not necessarily OP, but if it has a "readmore", which always links to OP, then consider the post lost either way). An effective way to archive that depends solely on you? A reblog. It will stay on your blog regardless of OP or whoever you reblogued it from, for as long as you keep it there.

- Encouragement: Are you here because of fandom? To see writings and fanart? If the answer is yes and you want to encourage the people who make the things you like, then reblogging is a great way to do it. It's a way to give back, and it's free.

- Ecosystem: It's just a healthy way to keep your fandom alive. You will often see artists feeling dicouraged, who delete or stop sharing their work because they only get likes. If people out there have the right not to reblog because they don't feel like it, then artists have the right to be discouraged by that sort of reception.

Reasons you might not want to reblog, and explanations:

- "Noone will see it": Factually wrong. Not everyone, but lots of people check the blogs of people who leave only likes/follow. Otherwise noone would know those blogs exist and noone would be raising a stink about it, would they? They might not follow back, but just going to your blog (because they saw you on their notifs) will already put before their eyes anything that is on it, if only for a minute. Like reblogs. So, somebody would see them.

-"I don't have any followers": If you don't want any followers, that's fair, you are doing what you should by keeping a blank blog then. If you want followers, reblogguing is a good way to do it. Often people will come across a blog that maybe doesn't post anything, but reblogs lots of things they like, and just follow. You've curated your reblogs in a way that someone decided to follow.

- "It doesn't fit the theme of my blog": Fair. I don't vibe with the posts that tell people to reblog things regardless. If you want to reblog things outside of your main blog's theme, you can make a secondary blog and reblog it there (you can make that blog a different theme too!). And if you don't want to reblog anything outside the one theme then you don't have to.

-"I don't want to spam": You don't have to! You can reblog things once a day, once a week, once a month, it's fine either way. Whether you reblog 1 thing or 200. Queueing things will automatically schedule them one hour apart I believe. But you can edit that manually by going to your queue tab, to however often you deem good.

-"I don't know what to comment": Then don't! You do not have to. A blank reblog is always preferable to none.

-"I don't want to reblog reblog bait/political stuff.": Then don't. That's far from the only thing on this hellsite. You don't have to if you don't want to.

-"I leave my likes public": Most people who go to your blog will not see them. Leaving them public or private is all the same.

-"I don't want to tag things.": Then don't. You do not have to, there's a reason this is one of the few sites that don't force you to tag anything you post. (It would be good practice to say you don't tag things in your bio though)

And finally:

-"I do not want to reblog it.": Then don't! If after reading and understanding all this, you don't want to reblog things, then don't. You have your reasons. You are using the site as you want to, knowingly. Like I said before, this post is for people who might NOT know these things.

[just-another-author-i-guess]

ok idk if you are still writing about marshall lee but I really wanna see a marshall lee x reader headcanon but the reader acts like a cat

reader really annoys marshall until he gets really annoyed and he tells us to stop but reader was just so stubborn and didn't listen and continued or when he wants cuddles reader just hisses but when marshall is asleep reader like just cuddles with him like a tsundere but they're already together? idk just add what you think fits 😅

[feel free to judge 🖤]

Ask and you shall receive lol

I recently made a Marshall Lee with a dog-like s/o, it’s available HERE

Warning(s): nothing really. I just didn’t edit it through bc I’m tireddddd

Marshall Lee with a cat-like s/o

I feel like most of the time you would just be spend vibing quietly together

Like, he’d be writing songs or something and you’d just be curled up somewhere in the room doing your own thing

And that’s just your way of existing together

However, just existing in peace would get boring rather quickly

Marshall wouldn’t really notice you’ve gotten bored, before he feels a gentle tug on his pants and looks down to see you on the floor below him

At first he’ll ignore it and go back to whatever he was doing

But then you keep tugging on his pant leg, rolling around on your stomach and pretending to do something else whenever he looks down

“Alright, you ding wad, what’s up?”

You giggle and ignore his question, tugging a bit harsher at his pant leg

He kicks his leg away from your grasp and glares at you

“Seriously stop. Why are you being like this?”

You just sit up on your knees and grab his leg again, this time starting to untie his shoelaces

He groans in frustration when you still refuse to answer him and flies up and away from you, probably to go brood in his bedroom or something

Don’t worry, he’ll come back down eventually when he starts feeling bad for leaving you alone

Pls, y/n, don’t be mad at him he just wanted to concentrate and how is he supposed to do that when you keep playing with his pant leg?

Later, when you’re not in a silly goofy mood, y’all are gonna go out

The night is still young and you spent all day sleeping anyways

First stop, the tree house

I get the feeling you and Cake would really get along well

Since y’know she’s a cat and you’re a very cat-like human

You know just how to pet her right, and in return she’ll stretch herself out to a really comfy pillow you can rest on

Ngl, Marshall is a bit jealous that you’d rather cuddle pillow-Cake than you’d cuddle him

Fiona makes fun of him for it and you just gently punch his arm as reassurance

Whatever, at least he gets to cuddle you at night (mostly)

People actually find it quite hard to see the two of you as a couple at first, you definitely act more like bros than anything else

Just two pretty best friends y’know

I think if you gave him the chance, Marshall would love to be more public about pda but he completely respect if you don’t feel like that

He’s totally fine with keeping it private, he is a private person after all

He just doesn’t appreciate all the stares you get from others

One time, Doctor Prince asked you out right in front of him! ):<

(Of course you declined, not very politely actually)

That ended up in a lot of hissing and angry glares from Marshall’s side

That being said, he does appreciate how chill you are in the relationship as he’s not the best with commitment and stuff

He really loves how you can be both his best friend and partner (real sappy I know)

You punched him when he said that

But a gentle, well meaning punch

When at home, he gets a bit touchy

He just wants to love you, goddamnit y/n! Let him pls!

Sometimes he tries sneaking into the pillow fort you build on the couch, only to get kicked out and told off

In very rare situations, you’ll scoot a bit closer to him if you’re both sitting on the couch leaning on him ever so slightly

Your go to position however, is just throwing your legs across his lap and rest your body on the couch

When you go to sleep, Marshall always tries to get you to cuddle him

It’ll work for maybe a minute or two, before you get too uncomfortable and roll away from him

He’ll sigh sadly and stare at your back as he falls asleep

(Keep in mind this man sometimes float while he sleeps so it would be difficult to cuddle either way)

When his breathing grows heavy and you’re still awake, staring at one of the walls in his room you finally give in

If he’s not floating, you’ll turn around to look at his sleeping face

You stare at him for a bit, before scooting back over to him and resting your head against his chest

You sleep better curled up against him anyway, you just won’t admit it

He gets all smug the next morning when he wakes up and y’all are cuddling

You’ll blush and quickly remove yourself from him, claiming he did that to you in your sleep and you had absolutely no part in it

Yeah sure, y/n, whatever you say

I hope this was sorta what you wanted haha thanks for the request <3

Sorry for the waiting time, I’m currently sick (not covid dw I just have a cold) so my brain has literally melted ):

[kiruliom]

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important!: my blog is not safe for people sensitive to bright colors or eyestrain!! its not (just) an aesthetic thing and Im so sorry for the inconvenience!

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you can call me Darling, Archie or Kiru

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heres my carrd (link)

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request status

[pt: request status]

flag making/identity coining: closed!!

name/pronoun finding and checking: open

term searching: closed

character headcanons/avatars: closed

pride emoji edits, userboxes etc: closed

I have every right to deny a request for any reason, I wont ever ignore requests though, Im just super slow sometimes

what Im okay and not okay with

getting alternative flags made of my coins (credit would be nice, would love to see them too so dont be afraid to tag me!!)

being @'ed to reblog an identity

transcripts/image IDs being added to flags where I forgot to add one, reminding me to add an eyestrain warning to posts that need it, making desaturated alternatives for the flags I make, anything that makes it more accessible to people with disabilities, as I screw up sometimes and am very bad at noticing it after

NO purposeful recoins of my terms (if you have any problems with me/my terms, please talk to me about it directly)

TBA??? feel free to ask

before you follow

[pt: before you follow]

Im a fan of: homestuck, boyfriends (webtoon), MLP, FNAF, vocaloid (esp. MARETU and kikuo!), monster high, cookie run, danganronpa and MCYT (NOT dsmp, I dont like dsmp), however I am critical of every media I consume

I am poly'type alterhuman + voidpunk, along with a furry, I support every 'type though am critical of factotypes

I identified as pansexual homoromantic for the longest time (I no longer do but I have no beef with people who are) so if youre not comfortable with that please leave

antiship, anti radqueer, anti transid, anti contact harmful paras, Im both radinclus and critinclus

I identify as a femboy, despite that I recognize and am careful about its negative relation to transfems. (no hate towards people who do use rosboy or maiboy etc. though you guys are cool as fuck)

Im a singlet, and would therefore prefer not to engage in syscourse at all, its just not my place to comment.

I am disordered and disabled. I have the right to not elaborate any more, just be patient with me, I make mistakes sometimes. and tone tags/elaboration when talking abt a specific post etc. help a lot

no DNI, I block liberally, you can ask me about why I blocked you if it worries you that much

[shiro-hatzuki]

hi yes i'm constantly haruka posting that this point but this is super important to me and i need you all to see this. so like i have a friend who goes by arizona, and he sometimes dms me milgram thoughts as well as post thoughts in the milgram server we're in. but unlike me, his thoughts are super cool. the gigagalaxy brain to my pathetic smol brain. and last night, they sent me an observation about haruka's season 2 mv that made me so excited that it would've been a shame to keep it to dms. so he posted in the server, and i'm bringing his thoughts to you through yet another post for the milgram tag. and if you're wondering, yes i do have permission, but in return they're going to be watching the notes on this so if you have thoughts, please share them!

spoilers for "all-knowing and all-agony" mv below the cut. there will also be talk of preserved specimens and taxidermy, though there shouldn't be anything too brutal. there will also be screenshots from the music video.

[image ID: A series of edited together discord messages from the user "Arizona." The first set of message read, quote "honestly im surprised nobody has theorized that the yellow shit is formaldehyde given his taxidermy collection. for an example its this color." endquote. There is an attached image of a bottle filled with an amber-colored liquid; however, the bottle's label says, quote "Formaldehyde-free fixing agent" endquote. Arizona's next messages read, quote "nevermind I misread the bottle. but that's still the color" endquote. The last message in the image is Arizone saying, quote "ignore the fake brain" endquote, and there is an attached stock image of a glass jar holding a fake brain while mostly submerged in amber-colored formaldehyde. end ID]

for comparison:

[image ID: A series of edited together discord messages from Arizona. Together, the messages read, quote "the formaldehyde theory would also fit in since the taxidermy clearly becomes 'degraded', as happens IRL. its a harsh chemical so eventually the specimen gets damaged. also the preservation process is brutal but I wont go into that. I feel like him being 'submerged' in the formaldehyde at the end means something" endquote. end ID]

those first few messages are referencing the times in the mv when the animals, presumed to be taxidermy, are "melting" into the amber liquid:

[image ID: A series of edited together discord messages from Arizona. Together, the messages read, quote "another note i'd like to make taxidermy isn't just scientific. it is considered an art form not sure what that could mean, just saying. the destroyed taxidermy could also represent a split, same with the stuff on the ground when he's asking if his mom's proud the intact, pure stuff, could represent 'the art' he thinks he is making- thus why he's asking if his mom's proud -the destroyed stuff represents the fact that he is literally murdering animals. in his words, 'mommy look, i've done great,' above specifically bodies that were in the taxidermy room before. BTW, the official art [referring to the art of taxidermy] as far as I know is 'letting the specimen live a life after death,' which is a bit grim" endquote. end ID]

[darling-i-read-it]

Lipstick

Karl Heisenberg x reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: borderline nsfw like I thought real hard about it, weapons, talks of murder, slight spoilers for resident evil 8

Author’s Note: just impulsively wrote this and am posting it promptly after writing so it has not been edited. Besties im down bad about this sarcastic basterd (also if anyone wants a nsfw part 2...i am willing to provide) (or any other requests for him and Alcina, my favorite bi panic people rn)

Summary: You run into Ethan in Castle Dimitrescu on your way back to the factory.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

(not my gif)

Ethan Winters genuinely just wanted his daughter back. He was so sick and tired of going through this village in an attempt to save her, running into every possible inconvenience he could find and knowing that he would probably lose fingers fighting them.

Castle Dimitrescu was vast and regal. He might have liked it if he wasn’t running for his and his daughters' lives from the four vampires that lived there.

He was crouched down, holding a gun up as he walked very quietly and carefully throughout the house so as to not alert any of the Dimitrescu daughters. He opened one of the unlocked doors carefully and immediately stopped moving at the sight of someone.

You wore no cloak, to signify that you were a daughter and you were much shorter than the lady of the house. You grabbed one of the lipsticks that Alicna had plenty of and leaned over the vanity to see how it looked on you.

Ethan stood up and held the gun up to your head. You raised an eyebrow, looking at him from the mirror reflection.

“Who are you?” he asked, voice rough. Rougher than his face looked. You put on the lipstick and then rubbed your lips together.

“Do you think this is my color?” He shoved the gun further into your head and you scoffed. “Fine fine. Not one for makeup eh?” You put your hands up and turned around. He let you sit down on the vanity but not without his gun still pointing at your skull. You seemed unphased which would have been weird if Ethan wasn’t incredibly desensitized to everything ever.

“Who are you? Are you one of the vampires? One of the other family members? Who are you?!” You put your hands slowly down on your lap. He let you, but you were testing his patience.

“Not quite.” You gestured to him. “I’m human. Like you. Well not like you, I’m completely human, no mutations or anything done.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he hissed. You waved him off.

“If you hurt me, you will have Karl on your head and I imagine it won’t be pretty. It’s the only way I can get from Castle to Castle unharmed,” you told him.

“Karl?”

“You know, fun hat, frizzy hair, has that big hammer thing. Karl.”

“Heisenberg?” You nodded.

“Yes Ethan, I thought you were smarter than this.” Ethan shook his head quickly and then regained focus, his hand holding the gun shaking a bit.

“Where’s Rose?” You shrugged.

“Fuck if I know Ethan Winters. I’m just the person who lives in a factory and becomes a nuisance for each and every Lord.” He jabbed the gun at your head and you didn’t even flinch.

“You’re lying.”

“Truthfully, I am not. If I knew where Rose was I would at least give you a hint, just to make it interesting.”

“What is Heisenberg to you?” he asked. You smiled a bit, crossing your legs.

“I’m Heisenberg's...girlfriend for lack of a better word. Whatever Mia was to you.” His mind flashed back to Mia. He had barely been able to mourn her. He shook the thought out of his head.

“You know how to get out of here and get Rose yes?”

“I know how to get out of here. How to get Rose, I have no idea. We’ve been over this.”

“But Heisenberg knows and if I can bring you to him, he can tell me.” You shook your head gently.

“Ethan sweetie...I could call for Alcina or the girls at any time and they would be in here in seconds to tear you to pieces.”

“Not before I could pull this trigger.”

“Again, if you so much as scratch me, you’ll never breath non metal infused air again.” Ethan shook his head gently and took a deep breath. He grabbed the gun at you again. He was silent and then he lowered it.

“I’ll just be going then,” he muttered, defeated. You nodded pleasantly and stood up from sitting on the vanity. You put the lipstick back on it. You walked forward and put your hand on Ethan’s shoulder. He looked you in the eyes.

“Good luck Ethan Winters.” You started to leave but turned to him. “I do suggest that in order to save your daughter you don’t kill Alicna’s in the process.”

“Any bits of advice then?” You put your hand on the doorknob and turned it, opening it just a tad.

“Grab the masks for the main room. Do you have a map?” He handed it to you, a tattered old piece of paper. You grabbed the lipstick again and marked some places. “Avoid hurting them as much as you can.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“I don’t like Mother Miranda. I don’t trust Mother Miranda. She is the one who has your daughter I’m sure or she must know where she is. But the Dimitrescus and Karl...even Donna for that matter, are people I like and trust.”

You stepped back outside the room.

“If I hear you’ve killed any of the daughters, I’ll tell them what I know of you. If you think the Dimitrescus are scary, just wait until you meet Donna.”

You shut the door in his face. Ethan shivered.

====

You walked up the stairs to the second floor. You knocked on the door of Alcinas room and she swang it open. She took a sigh of relief.

“Thank God. I thought you were Ethan Winters.”

“You think Ethan would knock before coming in?” She scoffed. You held her the lipstick you were wearing.

“Where did you find that?”

“Downstairs where I ran into Ethan,” you said honestly. Her eyes went wide and her lips pursed in annoyance.

“Did you see the girls?”

“No but I’m sure one of them ran into him as he left the room. He was only there a couple of minutes ago, it shouldn't be that hard to find him.” She walked past you without saying goodbye. You huffed. “You’re welcome!”

=====

You made it back to the factory in just a couple of minutes. You had gotten so used to the walk that you were on autopilot the whole time before you were back to your room. Karl was already there, clearly taking a quick break before returning to his never ending work day.

“Where did you go?!” he asked, walking up to you from the bathroom. He put his hand on your arm and you grabbed his glasses which were hanging from his shirt. He had shed the jacket and hat, clearly about to shower.

“Relax, I was just at Alcinas castle,” you told him gently. He let out an annoyed exaggerated sigh that you knew all too well.

“How is my sister?” he asked. You took the lipstick out of your pocket. Alcina hadn’t actually taken it in her fit of rage to go and get Ethan. Now you had something extra for your own personal vanity back at the factory.

“Shy of one more lipstick.” You walked past him into the bathroom. He followed you as you placed it carefully on your vanity. You admired it for a second with a smile on your face. You wrapped an arm around yourself and turned back to him. You hoisted yourself onto the bathroom counter. “I ran into Ethan Winters.”

His face, which had been admiring your new addition to the vanity which was full of stolen things and things he had acquired for you, turned sour. Karl put his hand on your arm and raised it, checking your side and arm for injuries.

“I told you not to leave the room until he was caught,” he grumbled. He was trying to act like he hadn’t been worried about you from the second he realized you were gone. He was trying to ignore the fact that he himself almost stomped to each of the Lord’s castles to make sure you were alright. He didn’t want you to run into Ethan Winters, that was his worst nightmare. Ethan didn’t have any regard for you. Ethan just wanted Rose. “Are you hurt?” You shook your head.

“No. He asked me if I knew where Rose was and held a gun to my head but in the end we parted ways peacefully.”

“You could have brought him back here,” he muttered.

“I told Alcina where he was. I figured she could take care of him. You already had your shot.” He rolled his eyes and his grip on your arm tightened.

“You could have been seriously hurt. The Lord’s won’t hurt you but Mother Miranda might, Ethan might have.” You brought your free hand up to his cheek and leaned forward so your lips were just barely brushing over his.

“I can take care of myself.” He pressed a harsh kiss against your lips and made a low groaning noise. He let go of your arm to grab your leg and part them so that he could stand between your thighs. He dipped his head to kiss you and you pressed your body against him, feeling every inch of his breathing.

There was a harsh rasp at the door and he pulled away. You grabbed his neck and shook his head, kissing his jaw and peppering kisses down his neck.

“Come on, Mother Miranda doesn’t need you that bad,” you whispered. You pressed a long kiss to his jaw again and he had to physically tear himself away, however much it pained him.

“She might,” he grumbled. You held him until he moved too far away for you to. You groaned and put your head against the wall beside the mirror.

“Maybe I should go and find Ethan Winters again to finish the job. I mean he may only have eight fingers but he’s stayed alive this long and-” He grabbed your arm that was waving around as you spoke and looked you dead in the eyes.

“I will finish the job. You just sit tight kitten.” You kissed his knuckles and then let him go.

“Better be quick Karl. I get very restless very easily.”

He put on his hat and coat (the opposite of either of you wanted in the moment) and slammed the door in frustration against Mother Miranda behind him.

You took a deep breath and hoped he wouldn’t be gone too long.

NSFW Part 2

[ethvn-torchio]

Bucky x reader, except the reader is also a supersoldier who went through the same thing, so she 1000% understands. They both wake up from a nightmare and comfort each other, and end up having very passionate sex.

oH mY gOd iZzY!??!??!! good lord that is 𝓈𝒽𝓇𝑒𝓍𝓎.

Anyway babe, here's a bucky x fem!reader fic for ya. also omfg i love bucky barnes sm 🥺 hnngh mr barnes can rail me any day

Warnings: smut (duh), p in v sex ;) a little angst kinda? top!Bucky, bottom!reader (kinda?) unprotected sex

Word count: 1,398

You and Bucky were no strangers to nightmares; over the years, both of you were frequently plagued by them. They never became any easier to manage.

You live in the now, but there is one thing that will always and forever be a part of your past.

The Super Soldier serum.

The Soldier is part of who you are - who you both are. It's a part of Bucky, a part of you.

It wasn't an easy decision to make; to take that acceptance of what the past had set you on, and face forward.

Bucky shouts, bringing you out of your light, fitful sleep with a jolt. You throw yourself up and away from the bed with one quick motion.

It takes a moment for your vision to clear, and your breathing to steady. By the time your heart slows back down to normal, you're aware of Bucky was sitting up, leaning back with his hands braced on either side of his hips, breathing harshly, and panting as sweat dripped down his face and onto his chest, fingertips glistening with moisture.

Your pulse hadn't even calmed down enough for you to register what caused it to speed up in the first place when you exhale sharply, seeing Bucky crouched in the middle of the bed, face contorted in the middle of a scream. You can't see his eyes behind the glare the moonlight throws at you, but you get the feeling he's looking right at you.

He's looking at you.

"Bucky," you say, softer than you intend to, eyeing him as you finish sliding up onto your feet in the floor. "Hey. It's okay, Bucky. Breathe," you offer, holding your hands out open and out to your sides, to show you mean him no harm.

Bucky doesn't register your words and doesn't stop staring at you. His eyes are wide, his fists clenched.

"It's only me, Bucky," you breathe. It's then you notice how tense his body is; the tic of the muscle in his jaw, the tension in his arms, the way his shoulders hunch. He looks like he's ready for a fight, ready to grab his weapon of choice and take aim for the kill.

"Bucky, look at me," you request, the words coming out as soothing as you think you can get them. "Breathe with me. Come on. It's just me. You're safe," you reassure, still maintaining a safe distance.

It takes a couple of seconds, but you can see the way his shoulders visibly relax when he finally looks up at you, breathing deeply and still shaking. The sight of him in the state he was in made your heart ache.

You nod, ready to approach.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, and you can hear him swallow audibly. "I…" he falters, pausing, and then he pauses again, exhaling harshly. "I'm sorry." he repeats.

"Do you...want to talk about it?" you ask tentatively, though you doubted he would. Neither of you liked to talk about your nightmares.

"No," he replies, almost immediately, though you can see him glance back at you briefly before his eyes avert back to their spot between his knees. "No, I don't. I don't want to…I don't want to think about it anymore."

"Okay," you agree, "Okay," you repeat again, slowly. "I don't expect you to." you add with a smile, though you doubt he can see it. You sit beside him on the bed.

You let the silence fill the space between you, letting him collect himself. 

Finally, he says, “I don’t want to go back to sleep.” 

You shift, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. “Well, what can I do to help?”

Dark, lustful eyes follow your silhouette. "I don't want to think anymore... just let me..." He whispers, the tone of his voice desperate. 

You wordlessly nod, allowing him to pull you into a kiss. There’s nothing quite romantic about the way he kisses you, insatiable and impassioned. The kiss feels longer than it actually is. 

Finally, you break apart, staring at each other for a moment longer before his eyes glance down to where your lips are still slightly parted, watching him. 

Without another word, his cold metal hand slides up your nightshirt, leaving trails of goosebumps in it's wake. He helps you out of your shirt, leaving you in only your sports bra.

His brow furrows. He growls, and you can hear the telltale sound of tearing fabric - and then you’re bare for him, nipples hardening in the cool air. 

You never liked that bra, anyway.

He mutters your name in appreciation, teeth grazing your neck. His hands trail along your body, like he was making sure you were real. 

You wish you could see his brilliant blue eyes, if only to reassure him more. 

He tugs impatiently at the waistband of your shorts, pressing his forehead to yours. You card your fingers in his hair, and before you know it, your shorts are uncaringly tossed to the floor. 

He pauses at the waistband of your underwear. You can feel his hot breath against your neck, his fingers hooked at the waistband.

"Bucky," you plea softly.

That's seemingly all the motivation he needs, and your underwear is added to the ever-growing pile of clothes on the floor.

He doesn't hesitate to touch your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves.

You mewl, spreading your legs for him, anything to get more attention on your clit.

However, he abandons your clit in favor of something else.

You can feel the cold metal of his fingers In your searing heat, and you squirm. “Bucky, oh, God-” you mutter, biting your lip. 

He shushes you, pressing a kiss to your lips. You quickly get used to the icy coolness of his fingers, it adds another layer to your pleasure. He buries his two fingers to the knuckle, pumping and curling his fingers just right, making you a wet, wanton mess. 

He hits your G-spot, and you throw your head back, moaning aloud. He hits that spot a few more times before he removes his fingers, making you whine at the loss.

“Suck.” is his simple demand, fingers coated in your slick.

You oblige, sucking his fingers, the faint taste of metal mixed with your own juices.

He groans, and then his fingers - wet with your own spit - go back down to your clit, rubbing it with fast, light strokes.

You moan, clenching around nothing, aching for him.

Eventually, he stops, and you can feel the head of his cock brush against your entrance. He pauses, pressing his forehead to yours. "-needed this so much, Doll. God, I-" he trails off.

You press a kiss to his cheek. "I'm here, Bucky."

He exhales shakily, and suddenly, he buries himself inside of you to the hilt.

The noise that he releases is primal.

You moan at the feeling of being full, and the delicious stretch that comes along with it.

He stays like that for a brief moment, letting you adjust to him before he rolls his hips.

He thrusts sharply, experimentally, before he finds his rhythm, setting a frantic pace, fucking you like he'd never see you again.

He peppers kisses everywhere he can, kissing your lips, your cheeks, your neck, your shoulders - as you writhe underneath him, incoherently begging for more. He grips your hips, holding them tightly, muttering slurred praises in your ear.

It was something carnal, something wild and desperate, and it was so fucking good.

His skillfull fingers find your clit once again, and the combination of the attention on your clit and the way he hits your G-spot makes you cry out his name, you orgasm steadily approaching.

You clench around his cock and he groans in appreciation, kissing and nipping at your neck.

There was surely going to be a hickey on your neck and bruises on your thighs when you woke up tommorow, at the rate he was going.

His hips begin to stutter, his breath gets shaky. "'M gonna-" he warns,

You were about to respond when he pinches your clit, and your orgasm hits you suddenly, quickly. You yell his name, milking his cock.

He groans into your hair, whispering your name as he gives a few short, choppy thrusts before he orgasms.

You both sleep nightmare free the rest of the night.

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@rizwritesfandom @motherfuckingstargirl10 @haydens-moles

yo sorry this was vv not good ngl 💁🏻‍♀️ but like I'm really tired yall I'm sorry 🗿✌️ hope y'all enjoyed<3 also the ending was trash

Edit; wtf deadass I forgot the part where the reader was supposed to have a nightmare too????? Literally ignore me sldjfhskek

[secretleeblogging]

A Fun Little Game...

- Fandom: Harry Potter

- Ship: Druna

A/N: Hello!!! I’m sorry this took so long to post, it’s been sitting in my drafts for final edits and i totally forgot i was meant to finish it, but here it is!! My squealing santa fic forrr... @ticklishraspberries !! Thank you so much to the wonderful @ticklygiggles for holding this event again this year, and i hope you all enjoy!!

Luna had a lot of funny little quirks, and Draco loved every single one of them. His favourites among them were her obsession with playing with his hair; braiding and styling it with her special bands and clips; the way she would hum and dance to her own little melody around the room of requirement where they slept some nights; and her tales and stories that she would tell whenever something reminded her. But a new one was beginning to arise, and Draco wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

It was the worst kept secret ever that Draco was deathly ticklish. It would be unfair to say that Luna took advantage of this, per se, but she did enjoy exposing this little fact whenever she could - doodling on his tummy and sides when they cuddled, poking him out of nowhere and sometimes, just straight up wrecking him. Truly, Luna adored how ticklish Draco was, and how his pasty cheeks would flush that brilliant red, and she did not keep this a secret either. Her intention was never to tease Draco, she was just being honest, but Draco would still die of shyness every single time.

After a couple months of the unbearable tickling Luna seemed to always spring upon him, he raised the question: “Why do you do it so much?”

“I enjoy it,” she responded simply. This wasn’t news to Draco, so he pressed for further details. “Seeing you so happy makes me happy. And i like feeling how easy it is to make you so weak and giggly so fast. I love everything about it.”

This answer took draco aback, and he began to blush again, making Luna smile and point it out. He didn’t have much time to think before she was on him again, poking and tickling his sides relentlessly until he was a giggling puddle of mess. However, unbeknownst to Luna, Draco was devising a plan.

Draco hated being vulnerable - but being around Luna, it felt different. He felt free of judgement, he was free of judgement, and despite how torturous the tickling could sometimes get, he couldn’t pass up an opportunity to make Luna happy. So, he began to expose himself around her more. Arms stretched, provoking pokes, even giggling when the tracing didn’t tickle to remind her the option to do so was there. He wasn’t sure if Luna had even noticed his change in actions, but he hoped it was making her happier than ever before.

Before long, Draco began to not mind the tickling. Sometimes he even found himself longing for it when Luna wasn’t there - it was subtle, and subconscious, but he would try and gently trace his own stomach while resting, annoyed by the fact that it wouldn’t feel the same. He would get embarrassed whenever he noticed his own actions, dreading the thought of anyone ever seeing him acting so pathetic.

(Un)fortunately for him, Luna had a keen eye, and had an eye for small habits like this. Spotting how Draco moved, a kind smile crossed her features, and she leaned over, taking his hands gently and replacing them with her own. “If you want me to tickle you, you’re allowed to just ask...” she smiled, wiggling her fingers in the way that made Draco helplessly squirm and giggle.

“L-luhuhuna- i- i didn’t-“ he spluttered, but was completely interrupted by a fit of laughter as her hands slipped under his shirt to get at his taut tummy. “NOHOO!! WAHAHAHAITTT!!” His pleading, however, was completely ignored, and Draco curled up in ticklish bliss as luna’s hands travelled and traced and teased and tickled. She somehow reached every single one of his worst spots, leaving him a mess of giggles and snorts.

Before long, Draco was too tuckered out to continue, and began to tap out. Stopping, Luna smiled and gently smoothed her hand over his stomach to try ease the feeling. Draco panted and laughed quietly, wanting desperately to say something but not knowing what. Luna seemed to read his mind. “You can ask me if you want to be tickled... i do enjoy it a lot, tickling you, so i won’t mind,” she said in that oh so casual manner that made Draco all the more flustered every single time. Shaking his head, he looked away and huffed. “Absolutely not... that’s embarrassing...” he grumbled, cringing at the idea itself despite longing desperately for more.

Luna seemed to hesitate for a moment before smiling. “How about we come up with a word for it? That way when you say it i’ll know that you want it and it won’t be embarrassing for you because you won’t technically be asking for it?” She suggested, with a kind smile that made Draco positively melt. “What kind of word...?” he muttered after a little, still not looking at her. Luna thought again for a moment. “How about... strawberry?” she said, and Draco scoffed for a moment, feeling embarrassed and ridiculous, yet found himself nodding. “Okay...” he whispered.

Kissing his forehead, luna smiled. “Good. Just let me know when you want some strawberries then i’ll happily give them to you...” she said, and Draco smiled, wandering how he managed to get so lucky...

[jedijune]

Jedi June 2021

A creative fandom event dedicated to appreciating the Jedi, taking place during the weekends of June! Each day of the weekends will feature a prompt, around which people can create fanwork (of any kind – fic, art, cosplay, edits, anything you can think of) or meta focusing on the Jedi and the Jedi Order. All eras and continuities are welcome; OCs, established characters, doesn’t matter – it just needs to be about appreciating the Jedi!

Rules:

If you are participating, please tag your work/meta with #jedi june and/or @ this blog so that I will see it and reblog it here. All work must be your own. Feel free to crosspost it off-site.

This is an appreciation event, focusing on what we love and enjoy about the Jedi – not what we don’t. This is not the place to air your grievances with the Code, take potshots at the Council, prop certain Jedi/certain eras of Jedi up at the expense of others, or disparage the Jedi Order or their philosophy and way of life in any way. You are free to do that on your own time if that’s your thing, but it has no place within this event.

AUs and crossovers are allowed, with caveats: again, the purpose of this event is to appreciate the Jedi as Jedi, so sticking your favorite Jedi characters in something like a modern AU or making them all Sith or Mandalorian is not really within the spirit of this event. However, AUs such as making a non-Jedi character a Jedi, having a character survive their canon death, giving a character a different teacher or padawan, or killing Palpatine off-screen in an unspecified yet embarrassing and painful manner, would all be perfectly fine. Use your best judgement to determine whether an AU fits the spirit of the event or not.

Ships are allowed as long as they’re not between a child and adult, and following the above rules.

Following the weekend prompts is encouraged, but not required. Any sort of pro-Jedi content is encouraged all year month long, and if tagged (and following the rules) will be reblogged.

Prompts:

Saturday, June 5th: There is no emotion, there is peace.

Sunday, June 6th: There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

Saturday, June 12th: There is no passion, there is serenity.

Sunday, June 13th: There is no chaos, there is harmony.

Saturday, June 19th: There is no death, there is the Force.

Sunday, June 20th: Non-attachment

Saturday, June 26th: Duty

Sunday, June 27th: Intergalactic Therapists

If you prefer, the ��yet” variation may be used interchangeably with the mantra prompts above (and in fact works do not need to directly include the line itself, as long as the work has some relevance to that theme), but should not be used to disparage the “there is no” variation or those who invoke it.

Do not disparage the philosophy of non-attachment, either.

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask! I hope you will have fun participating!

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