#each drawing of him gets progressively lazier

[penn-dragon]

Now that I can finally draw Ren and Kyoko in a way that's satisfactory to me I can finally draw some art of this brain worm that's been living in my grey matter for like three years I call it the "never left kyoto au" aka if Sho had never decided to run away to Tokyo and caved to his parent's desire for him to marry Kyoko and take over the inn. Ten years into an unhappy marriage, a high budget film production requests to use their inn for a multiple month location shoot. Sho aggressively refuses at first because he hates anyone in show biz and ESPECIALLY Tsuruga Ren because he's bitter that Ren has the life he wanted for himself, but after Kyoko wears him down for a while about how good it would be for the inn, she finally convinces him on the condition that he will have nothing to do with the production and he doesn't have to talk to, look at, or even breathe the same air as Tsuruga Ren... Anyway turns out that's a good way to lose your mistreated wife to a burgeoning passion for acting and a man who's willing to love and cherish her.

[sonorousabyss]

Yo can I get uhhhhhhhhhh a Star Wars mlm pairing?

I’m a Taurus and I’m a demiromantic bisexual man. And I’m an INTP.

I’m 5’5 but always wear boots to make me taller. I have short fluffy black hair that always falls in my face. I’ve never gotten a straight answer for what my eye color is but a lot of people have said they look yellow and I take that as a compliment (and not a sign of liver failure). I have random freckles, moles, and lots of scars on my hands specifically because i tend to be a little reckless with using my bare hands. I also have an RBF. My voice is on the deeper side and usually stays monotone. When I’m real passionate my southern accent does come out though.

I usually have a punk style but it can tend to fade into flannel and old jeans when I’m feeling lazier. I listen to music religiously and all the time, I listen to basically any music. I don’t have a favorite color but I primarily wear black or duller colors.

I have anxiety but that just makes me quiet and look mean. I am always down to fight someone but I will try to be reasonable first. I’m pretty sarcastic and my humor can be either harsh or really stupid. I think Deadpool is hilarious if that tells you anything abt my humor. I love horror and costume making. I also love technology, art, nature, and space. I draw a lot and play electric guitar. I also love filmmaking/editing and writing. I’ve been told I don’t show enough emotion or I have a lack of empathy but I think it’s just my RBF and that I process things slowly. Most of my friends refer to me as the “fucked up cool uncle” bcc I’m really chill.

Sorry if this is rlly long! I threw in whatever you might need! Ty too man ur work is great

AN: No worries! In fact, this was more than plenty! Hope you enjoy the Rex matchup.

Mildly intimidating, quiet, but with a messed up sense of humor? You're absolutely one of the 501st's favorites to work with once you get to know each other.

When you met Rex, the relationship would have been strictly professional- at least in the field, considering that both of you had a rather professional disposition, and were fairly task-oriented.

Your yellowed eyes would have rung alarm bells, at first. Especially if you were a force user; just about every Sith apprentice or lord they went against while serving in the 501st was yellow-eyed, but that wariness would have been quickly dissuaded with some basic explanations and practical experience with him side-by-side on the battlefield.

Despite any initial wariness or concern, your presence wouldn't have halted their banter with each other in the slightest; Rex and his boys have had a long-lasting relationship full of chaos, a true brotherhood. Anyone who thinks that they'd stop messing with each other whenever they could get a jab in just because someone who comes off stiff is in the vicinity is deluded.

He and the boys in white may have toned it down at the start, sure, keeping it to when you weren't around, but they wouldn't have cut it off entirely. Something would slip around you now and again, usually when things were a tad more lax, and the boys weren't actively engaged in combat.

This became progressively more true the longer you got to know they boys, and the more they got a feel for your personality.

Then one day, someone cracked a joke while you were around Rex to test the waters, and you jumped in without hesitation. That's what sold it for them.

The second they knew you would play along, it was full-send. They messed with you just as much as you did them, and it was great.

Rex and the rest of the 501st would gradually begin to clue you in on their banter, seeing if you'd bite, and getting a kick out of it when you were the first to initiate.

Given your 'fucked up cool uncle' demeanor, odds are you'd have ended up reeling in the boys a bit at times without being asked, while still being cool about it, and Rex would have appreciated the help. Especially since he's a captain for a large part of the war. Being able to be more casual with his brothers and not have to be on their tails was nice.

The man needed the help. Believe me.

Regarding your appearance, Rex would have been largely curious about your scarred hands, ever since he first met you- much like the rest of the 501st- but he would have staved off asking about them until you got closer.

When he does finally cave to the curiosity, he would have been extremely respectful about how he asked. He and his brothers got scars all the time, some small some large, and not all of them had pleasant memories after all.

The face he made when he found out that it was just because you were positively reckless when doing menial tasks and such with your hands was palpable, and priceless.

He never looked at you handling a blaster the same. Any time you mishandle one on or off the field you're in for a concerned, yet playful lecture. That lecture would get progressively more brash depending on how stupid what you were doing was- and force forbid you injured yourself.

Have no doubts that Rex will be the one to bandage your hands if/when Jessie isn't around, even if being the medic isn't his thing.

That said, speaking of being on the field? Nothing was going to stop Rex and you from having an ongoing contest every time you were deployed together.

Clanker counts are an absolute must, and you best bet he's stolen a kill from you and flashed you a positively vile smirk before resuming his work.

Heaven forbid you steal one of his kills. The first time you did, his expression of mock offense was picture-worthy.

It gets so competitive that you both start making bets, like 'loser has to buy the other a drink back at 79's' or 'loser has to clean the barracks'. Silly stuff like that.

Eventually, some of the boys get on it too, betting credits and spare rations amongst themselves on who they think is going to get the highest kill count of the both of you.

Some of the boys make it a mission to compete with you all, beyond the betting, in an attempt to win this cheeky little game of yours. One can imagine exactly how that goes.

Capture the blasters. Enough said.

In terms of other things that one can catch the Captain red-handed in? There's a few.

Rex finds a great deal of amusement in making you get worked up/excited over little things, with the sole intent of having your southern twang come out because he finds it cute.

Furthermore, he finds your style rather intriguing and thinks that the general punk aesthetic suits you, even if it's not something he'd usually go for, given that he's so used to the uniform regulations he and the clones generally have to conform to.

He finds extra amusement in the boots you wear and doesn't miss the opportunity to make a playful jab at how they made you look taller. And how short you are without them.

Has tried to convince you to wear more blue in your punk attire strictly because it'd match his and the boy's paint of the 501st, when you're out and about.

Rex secretly enjoys looming about whenever you're engaging in any of your creative hobbies, just to see what you're doing. Mostly so he can give you shit for it, affectionately.

Sometimes he'll tease or make quips about it. If it's anything involving knives, needles, etc- you know he's about because he doesn't want you to add to your scar collection.

Double-checks that you understood the information he gives you properly, because knowing damn well that you process things slowly sometimes. Sometimes triple if safety is concerned.

He's your menace.

At least you know the menace is mutual.

AN: I'll be honest, I forgot how long this was sitting here waiting for editing while I had all my drafts up, but I'm glad I got to finish it- even if it was on the shorter side. Sorry for the delay.

As always, May your day be as pleasant as the ocean's abyss is deep. For those of you who are new around here? I take requests. You can find my general rules here. For Matchups specifically? You can find those rules here.

[fanficsandfluff]

A Welcome (Shapeshifter!Cas AU)

Sam and Dean Winchester drove around in search for me. Meanwhile, I watched their black car zoom past on the road, myself clinging to the bark of a tall tree. It saddened me to leave them behind. Perhaps we would meet again some day.��

As I waited in the tree, watching the car get further and further away, I realized I did not want to leave them. I wanted to stay close and protect them at all costs. They were doing good work. And I felt most at peace and understanding of the world when I watched them. 

I shimmied down the tree, fluffy tail swishing behind me, and I ran in the direction the Winchesters’ car went. As I ran, I kept repeating in my head the need to turn into a bird. I had to. Just do it! It’s just like the cat and sparrow. Come on come on... 

I jump into the air. Still a squirrel.

I was losing sight of their vehicle and cursed in my head. I had to follow them. With all I had. Other cars were zooming past me. I paused and saw a line of them coming. This was most definitely a crazy idea and I had the possibility of getting crushed by a tire. It was still worth it.

I ran again, timing the distance between myself and the cars, as well as the speed difference. I’d have to jump at the right time to get a hold on the car rim while not getting caught in the spinning tires.

I would not become roadkill today. Another term I’d heard being used by the brothers.

A red SUV was headed my way and I gained speed. Just as the back tires were behind me, I jumped up and latched onto the door handle. I quickly went up to the roof and hung on best I could as this car sped down the road. I couldn’t see the black car. Oh no. I needed height. That was the only way I’d find them again.

My eyes frantically searched around. I tried to think.

What did I want? To reach the Winchesters. No, what did I want? To fly. I wanted to fly. Step by step. 

I shut my eyes, feeling the intense breeze from the speeding SUV. I imagined soaring with this breeze, even making my own current. I kept thinking that over and over again, feeling a lightness. A gasp and a quick burst of pain as I was a... pigeon. Granted, not the fastest of birds but it would do.

Very proud in myself, smiling in my head, I soared up off the roof of the car and got as high above the trees so that I could still make out the cars. I flew straight ahead in the direction the single road followed. I saw many dark colored cars, none of them looking familiar. 

Before getting disheartened, I flew lower to the ground, to inspect each of the black cars closer. None matched. It’s alright, I’ll just try again. I flew higher again, scanning the roads. 

Was that it? It was turning off the main road. If I was wrong, this could throw me off my original course. But if I didn’t follow it, I could be heading away from the Winchesters if that was them. I made the decision to check and dove down. I flew at an angle from the car and saw two passengers both sitting in the front. I gained hope. Diving closer, I could see... Dean! That was his outline! And the longer hair was Sam. Yes! 

I flew directly above their car, looking down at it happily. I was happy! It felt good. I never should have run off, that was definitely stupid of me. I was just nervous. I should have stayed and explained myself to the Winchesters. They were good men, I’m sure they would have helped me. 

After miles of flight, I was quickly getting fatigued. If I had transformed into a more flight-worthy bird this would have gone smoother. Pigeons were apparently lazier than I assumed. With a quick burst of energy, I zoomed ahead and slowly drifted downwards before landing atop the vehicle. 

What would look the least suspicious outside the car? Hmm... I tried to think of something. Bugs were the only things that came to mind, but I knew none had supreme grips to keep me on the car for a long period of time. If only I could get inside the car. It would be a much smoother ride that way. 

I started reaching my head over the side of the car and pecked my beak against the rear window. I did it over and over again, hoping to draw attention. Then I moved to the side window behind where Sam was seated and continued. If I wanted this to work, I had to ensure that I would transform at the exact moment. How I would ensure that, I didn’t know.

I bravely pecked now at Sam’s window. And just like that, the window was rolled down and a hand flew out to swat me away. I squeezed my eyes shut, concentrated, and dove inside the car! When I opened my eyes, everything did look bigger. I was buzzing inside of the car. A wasp! Not as subtle as a fly but amazing just the same! I was getting good at this. The Winchesters seemed to bring it out in me.

“Nice job, Sammy, you let a damn wasp in here,” Dean huffed.

Sam scoffed, “You told me to get the bird off!”

“If it stings me, you owe me big.”

Sam glanced behind him at me, an innocent looking wasp casually resting against the backseat headrest. 

“It’s too far for me to shoo out.”

Dean sighed, “Leave the window open, it’ll fly out eventually.”

Sam cracked his window open in the hopes that I would get the urge to fly out. Little did they know it was the exact opposite of my intentions. 

I nestled myself comfortably in the car, resting my eyes knowing that I was safe for now. I was in their care and they weren’t even aware they were caring for me. 

And I did end up falling asleep. I woke up with a fear that I had transformed in my sleep, but luckily that wasn’t the case. In a more unlucky sense, I saw that I was inside the car still, but Sam and Dean were not inside it with me. I flew towards the windows, which were now all shut. Oh no.

I assessed my surroundings, noting that the car was indoors. It was dark in the room, making it harder for me to see anything. I saw the vents in the car at the front and figured I’d be able to worm my way out if I wanted. Right?

I squeezed myself inside, having to avoid the wrong tunnels that led to coolant or heating mechanisms. Finally, after what felt like years, I exited through the tailpipe. How I made that journey successfully I didn’t know, but I thanked whoever was watching over me.

I flew around, making shadows out of different objects in the large room. I looked for a light source and found one at a door. Ah! The way out!

I squeezed through the crack at the bottom of the door, expecting to emerge outside. Instead, I found myself inside the home of the Winchesters. I internally groaned. Not the plan. 

But I did quickly explore the home, looking for a window or door that would let me out. I saw a window and hit myself against it a few times, angering myself when there wasn’t a way out of it. 

I heard talking in another room that got closer. I went to a window next to this one and tried getting out that way.

“Another damn wasp, what the hell,” I heard being grumbled behind me. I turned around to see Dean approaching me with a rolled up newspaper. 

I quickly flew out of the way of the blow and went as far away from Dean as I could. I didn’t want to get killed, exactly. I saw a stairway and went by it, seeing another door up there. I tried my luck, hearing the groaning Dean talking under his breath about stings and bumps and itches. I shoved myself through the door and in a moment of sweet relief, I was outdoors again. 

I flew into the woods and rested on a crunched up dried leaf on the ground. The sound triggered something within me because in the next second, I was a deer. I shook my head out and walked through the forest, wanting to find a place to stay while I watched the Winchesters.

Things fell back into a normal swing again, and now I had started noting time. Even though it was never important to me to begin with, it kept me occupied. I practiced more with my powers, never achieving human form either by accident or by will. But I was moving on to slightly larger transformations. I learned it was easier to progressively change into minutely larger or smaller creatures. I went from caterpillar, to butterfly, to tarantula, to baby snake within a few minutes of each other. That was by far the greatest achievement I’ve made to date. 

Four days passed since I escaped the home of the Winchester brothers. I mostly kept my distance, seeing Sam leave the home to start jogging down the road and return an hour or so later once in a while. 

The fifth day, seeing a stray cat waltz down the road triggered me into turning into a border collie. Odd breed of dog, but I went with it. I was also curious about something, so I walked across the street to see if I could interact with this cat.

I walked up to it and said hello, at least in my head. It came out as a brief bark. The cat looked at me, freezing, before hissing and darting off into the yard of the next house down. I huffed, supposing that needed work. 

I felt braver that morning and walked closer to the house the Winchesters inhabited, examining it from the front steps. I paced around and eventually sat where I got a nice angle of a few windows.

I did not expect Sam to open the door in the next second, and I was sure he saw me because he paused and made eye contact, and I froze because I knew it was a little too late to run... so we just looked at each other.

I saw Sam smile softly.

“Hey, buddy... where’d you come from?” he approached me slowly yet kindly, not giving me any signs to show that he was going to harm me. He was dressed in the clothing I’d see him wear when he went out running before. 

I sat still, also not wanting to give Sam the impression that I was a dangerous dog. 

“You’re pretty stiff, huh?” Sam crouched in front of me and offered me his hand. It was not my first thought, but something compelled me to step forward and sniff at the hand, also giving it a quick lick. 

Sam smiled, “There you go. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he stroked the fur on my head in a caring way. And it felt nice. I took another step closer to him.

Sam looked over this dog. He seemed dirty and kinda thin, showing that no one was taking care of him. It was sad to see a stray animal any day, but one waiting at his doorstep seemed to be fate. Plus, he’d always been a sucker for dogs.

“Hmm... wanna come with me?” Sam stood again and gestured at me, taking a few steps towards the home. 

I stood where I was, my tail swaying gently. Now, this was dangerous territory. Something probably in the dog side of my current identity wanted to go in, to enjoy the warmth and comfort of a home. But the real part of me knew the possible ramifications. I could not guarantee that I would stay a dog while I was with them. What if one day they were petting me and I transformed into a-a panda bear? Or even worse, a human? It was too much anxiety to even think about. 

I heard Sam whistle, snapping me out of my train of thought, and he patted his thighs, “C’mon,” he encouraged. 

I looked at him and tilted my head. What was the worse that could happen? If I transformed, I would just try to escape as fast as possible. I’ve done it before, and I could do it again. 

I walked towards Sam and saw his smile grow as he let me inside his and Dean’s house. I’d have to wait and see what awaited me next.

[jamesholden]

dreaming of datapads

mshenko for @renlyslittlerose who has been so nice and supportive and writes real good . finally. also here on ao3 if you wanna share nice words! thanks for reading!

Ronan Shepard snores. It’s not something many people know, and it’s something that’s never bothered Kaidan before. Still, every time they get in bed together, he wonders what kind of night it will be. Whether Ronan will be silent, snore at a comfortable volume, or snore like a bear. Today’s shared nap is the middle option.

Ronan’s face is buried in Kaidan’s neck, his warm breath ghosting over Kaidan’s collarbone. Lying on his back, Kaidan reads through some reports on a datapad with Ronan’s front pressed to his side and arm thrown over Kaidan’s stomach. The bed is almost too hot, with two biotics dozing skin-to-skin. Kaidan wouldn’t have it any other way. They’re both down to their skivvies; Ronan had caught Kaidan fresh from the shower, and stripped down to match him. Who was Kaidan to argue? Especially when Ronan manhandled him into the bed and curled up against him. He doesn’t sleep much anymore.

Kaidan trails the fingertips of his free hand up and down Ronan’s back. He’d like for Shepard to sleep as long as possible, but he does miss having two hands. He peeks down at what he can see of Ronan—the side of his head, his shoulder, a portion of his back—and smiles. His boyfriend is beautiful when he’s still. He’s always beautiful, but even more so in rare moments like this. When Kaidan’s eyes can rove over the expanse of pale skin, the shine of light on dark hair, the lines of muscle and the fan of black lashes against his cheek. He just wishes he could see those bright brown eyes at rest.

It’s a few minutes more before the snoring dies down. Ronan hums in his sleep, burrows deeper against Kaidan—as if that were possible. Kaidan listens to his soft breathing as he reads, sliding his hand up to thread through Ronan’s curls. He hums again. Kaidan remembers longing for moments like this. When the Normandy went down over Alchera, he’d spent many sleepless nights thinking about the young, brave, strong, handsome Commander Shepard. How he’d never acted on the feelings he felt for him. They’d been budding, hidden behind a lack of certainty at where Ronan stood and countless regulations. Still. They’d been there.

Any hope Kaidan had of seeing where they could go had gone down with the Normandy. But Ronan had come back. A fact Kaidan is reminded of when he groans right in his ear.

“You’re working in bed,” Ronan slurs, shifting against Kaidan. “Why are you working in bed?”

Kaidan snorts. “Because someone has to pick up Commander Shepard’s slack while he’s snoozing. Who better than the XO?”

“Fair.” Ronan tilts his head, stubble scratching at Kaidan’s neck as he nuzzles behind Kaidan’s ear. It’s his turn to hum. “But you could have been sleeping, too.”

“You needed it more than I did.”

Ronan doesn’t respond. Kaidan knows what he’s thinking. That there’s been too much to do and too little time and so many people that need help and so many worlds that need saving for him to just sleep. Every minute people die, and that thought weighs on Commander Shepard. On Ronan. The galaxy—the Council—somehow finds more weight to drop on his shoulders. Ronan has never been one to shirk his responsibilities, no matter how large. The countless small favors he’d run back when they crewed the SR-1 had been enough to prove that. So Ronan pushes himself beyond his limitations, and Kaidan tries to take as much of the burden as he can. They all do. Still, there are many nights Kaidan either goes to sleep or wakes up alone.

Not this time. He may have slept less than Ronan for once, but at least he still woke up with Shepard by his side.

“Yeah, well,” he starts, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. “I’m sure I’ll regret it later.”

Kaidan scoffs, tosses his datapad onto the side table and shifts to get up. Cool air draws a shiver from him. “Well if that’s the case—”

“No, no, no,” Ronan groans. His grip on Kaidan tightens, forcing him to fall back into the bed with a laugh. Ronan snuggles back up against him. He throws a leg over Kaidan’s for good measure. “Let’s just stay here for a while. Please.”

Kaidan sighs, kissing Ronan’s forehead and reveling in the quick return to the heat of his skin. You’ve earned it. More than. “Sure, Ronan.”

Ronan mumbles his appreciation. His fingers trace lazy patterns across Kaidan’s stomach as he tips his chin up to catch Kaidan’s lips with his. Kaidan hums into the kiss, rolling onto his side and pulling Ronan flush against him. His hand slips back into Ronan’s curls while Ronan teases his fingertips along Kaidan’s waistband. Kaidan longs to deepen the kiss, to progress past making out and press Ronan down into the bed. But this is enough. It’s all he’s wanted.

Each kiss grows slower, lazier. It becomes little more than just letting their lips brush as they settle against each other. Kaidan stays close, pressing his forehead to Ronan’s and dragging his thumb along his jaw. Ronan’s eyes stay closed from the kiss. Kaidan sympathizes. His limbs and eyelids are heavy again, dragged down by the warmth of the bed and the warmth of the company. He closes his own eyes. Listens to Ronan’s breathing become deeper.

He’d been certain Ronan had fallen back asleep when Kaidan heard him hum once more.

“Hey, Kaidan?” His words are slurring again, this time as he fights sleep rather than waking.

“Hm?”

“If you pick up that datapad again, I’ll gut punch you.”

Kaidan snorts. “Yes, sir.”

His last thought as he lets himself slip into unconsciousness is that he better not dream of any damn datapads.

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I can't monitor things for the day when I'll get up around the beginning of the day and wind up encompassed by your arms. Fantastic morning love!

Exciting and having you direct by me impacts me to perceive how genuinely regarded I am. Hello there, appealing.

Being respected with the fortune of having such an amazing man like you in life makes me feel fortunate dependably. Have an euphoric day ahead, my affection.

As I open my eyes to watch the magnificent daylight, it feels like the sparkle your worship is understanding me. Unprecedented morning my glow.

Mornings are extraordinary. By the by, what makes them all the also fulfilling is stimulating near to you and a sweet grin of yours to begin the day with. Howdy!

I love each morning in which you are with me. They make me feel so close you as such regarded for the length of ordinary everyday presence. Hello!

Getting up rapidly around the beginning of the day was a well ordered battle for me. In any case now, it has changed into an affinity for me. It's start and end a delayed consequence of you. Greetings!

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