#forgot to color a part but whatever i'm not going back in and fixing now

[bug-100]

[girl-in-a-bubbl3]

Glamrock Monty (FNAF) x Reader Part 2

Notes:

AU Fanfic/NonCanon

Takes place after the fire

Animatronics are redesigned sorta

Sun/Moon are the same animatronic

Will probably be some spicy parts so...18+

No use of y/n, your name is Beanie now

Will probably be multiple relationships (I love Monty and Sun/Moon both way too much plz don't make me choose)

-This is a heavy Sun chapter with some nice fluuuff.-

"ᵒʰ. ᵐʸ. GOOOOSH!!" Sun squealed in a way that made even his voice box strain, rays sticking out and spinning excitedly. "I'm so, so, sooo excited to meet you!! You fixed us! You fixed the daycare! Oh we've been waiting SO long to meet you!!" He paused momentarily while his eyes met the dangling daycare themed candies that were your earrings.

“ᵒʰ oh OH!! We love your accessories, new friend!!”

Sun's hands would act like he'd want to start reaching towards you but something would reign him in every time and he'd just clasp them in front of himself while twirling his thumbs. He was bouncing from one foot to the other and he seemed jittery but his wide smile was immediately infectious.

“Thank you so much!!” You beamed and stuck your hand out for him to shake. "It's so, so, so nice to meet you, Sundrop! Or do you prefer Sun?"

Sun looked down at your hand and back up at you with a look of bewilderment on his face, rays standing still. You were wondering if maybe you had done or said something wrong until he tentatively reached out his opposite hand and gently grasped yours.

His warm smile returned as he just held your hand there. You didn't want to start the shake so if he was content with just holding your hand there, then you were fine with that. His hand was warm and despite it being encased in silicone, it was surprisingly soft. No matter how many times you replaced or tested parts, you've never experienced them like this.

"I.. prefer Sun! But...you can call me whatever you like." He started hesitantly. You've seen every line of code and read every part of their manual but nothing could have prepared you for actually meeting him in person while he was present and conscious.

He was so...human.

Your brain was in overdrive from paying attention to every little physical movement while also analyzing his mannerisms. You were completely encapsulated by him. His eyes were still just glowing orbs with no irises. You figured you'd ask him about that later along with any other upgrade questions.

Sun's eyes got wide and he looked at you expectantly. "Could I...could I show you around the daycare?" He almost whispered it.

Even though you could probably identify every tiny spot and speck in the daycare with how much time you spent in there, you still excitedly agreed and let Sun lead you through the large double doored entrance, all the while never letting go of your hand, just gently pulling you along behind him.

By the time the tour was done and you both were sitting at the small craft table for kids, you had finally remembered what you came to ask him.

"Oh Sun? I meant to ask you something earlier but I forgot until now."

He quickly looked up and his smile gleamed at you. "Ask away, Sunflower!"

You couldn't help the brief stutter that came out of your mouth as you started to ask but then the little nickname Sun gave you registered in your brain. You tried not to take it to heart. He probably called everyone that. But you still couldn't help the quiet giggle and tiny smile that formed on your face as you started again.

"Why weren't you at the little welcome party this morning?"

Sun stilled for just a moment, barely noticeable, before he went back to coloring his current work in progress. He chuckled nervously and spoke with his head looking down at the paper.

"I was there! ...Sort of. Moon... was watching from the rafters. There was so many people I just...got a little nervous. Heh."

"Awh, Sunny, that's okay! You guys totally didn't have to. I just wanted to make sure you got your invitation."

Sun looked up at you with that same look of bewilderment. Speaking so quietly you could barely hear him. "You're so...considerate. No one has been considerate with us before you."

His statement made you feel a lot of things. Sadness, anger, and frustration that he's never experienced the kindness they both deserved and gave to others. But happy and hopeful that you could make all of that up to them now. You weren't your uncle. You would do things a lot differently.

"I'm sorry, Sunny. Things are going to be different now. I don't agree with how you were all treated under... previous management. I'm hoping to right a lot of those wrongs."

"Oh Sunbeam," Sun leaned over the small table slightly, you noticed how he almost reached out his hand to you again but stopped himself before he could actually do it, "You've already went far beyond that with everything you've done!"

A blush spread across your cheeks and it was your turn to hyperfocus on the page you were gluing googly eyes on.

"Thank you, Sunny. That really means a lot. I really hope we can all be great friends. Speaking of... I haven't gotten to see Moon yet. Could I officially meet him, too?"

Sun's eyes glazed over for a moment as you assumed they were having one of their private conversations. Once he came back, he had a slightly sad smile on his face.

"Moon says he needs a little more time... i-if that's okay." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and avoided your eyes.

"That's totally okay. It's his decision so whenever he's ready then I would love to meet him."

It was almost like Sun let out a sigh of relief. He met your smile with his own and tentatively reached out his hand to brush against yours. You held your hand up as an invitation for him to intertwine his fingers with yours which led to him doing the same with the other hand. He seemed to always want to touch but something held him back from doing so. You assumed it was the previous reactions from people he did try that with and you were determined to give him a better experience. Both of them.

"Thank you, Sunflower."

Sun's face abruptly changed into a sly smile as he turned your hand over to trace the lines of your palm with his fingers. "I'm also sure it won't be long before Moon really wants to meet you, too."

Sun giggled at something that you assumed Moon was telling him. You didn't know what he meant by that but his smile was devilish and made you wonder if there was a more... not-so-innocent side to the daycare attendant. Your heart started to pump a little faster, especially since Sun was now trailing his fingers around your forearm, absentmindedly, going up and down.

“S-so Sunny… do you like your new faceplate?” You figured that would be a good enough distraction and it definitely was seeing as he immediately pulled his hands back to cup each side of his new face.

“I doooo!! We can make sooo many silly faces now and I can taste!” To demonstrate his point he let his long, thin, orange tongue fall out of his mouth while he pointed to it.

You laughed and nodded. “I’m glad you’re pleased with everything. If you think of anything else you’d like added, could you both let me know? I have a furniture catalog in your room, as well. So if you want to decorate a little I can get you some things.”

Sun beamed at you and nodded quickly, his rays spinning one way and then another.

“Oh thank you so, sooo much, Sunflower!” He tapped his fingers together like he was deciding whether or not to ask you something. “Do you think… maybe we could get a tv for inside of our room? We’d like to watch movies there.” He chuckled nervously again while his eyes darted around the daycare, like he thought he was asking for something impossible.

“Sure! Whatever you need just send me the item number and I’ll order it. If you think of anything throughout the day you can text me.” You held up the new FazWatch that you had distributed to everyone. “I built in a communication function within your AI so you can send me a ping whenever you need something.”

Sun looked at you in amazement. You heard a beep from your watch and looked down to see a message that Sun had sent as a test.

like this?

You giggled and quickly tapped a response on your watch to send back.

just like that :)

You heard Sun promptly squeal in excitement as he got your response as soon as you sent it.

“That’s so, so, so much fun!! We’ll get to talk to you all day while you work!”

You briefly pondered if that was good or bad but either way it would be fun so you didn’t think much of it.

“I may be slow to respond sometimes if I get busy so don’t worry if you don’t hear from me for a bit, okay? Speaking of work, though, I do have to get back to my rounds.”

Sun’s warm smile immediately fell and he reached out to grab your hands again. “Do you have to?! We were having so much fun!”

Sun was slowly pulling you towards him, making it slightly uncomfortable since the little craft table was in between you both still. You had to force yourself to let go of his hands and slink back so you could stand up and start heading towards the door.

“I was having fun with you too! But I also haven’t met the other Glamrocks yet and I have a few questions for everyone so I do have to go.”

Sun had stood and bounded towards you but stilled once he heard your words. He spoke quietly, “You choose to see us first?”

Your heart flipped at the way he looked at you when you spoke. The more time you spent with them the more you started connecting the little pieces. They were programmed to nurture and to connect in a building where no one wanted to connect with them. Hesitant. Anxious. Lonely.

You knew from the diagnostics you ran that Sun and Moon were the last to power down. You couldn’t bring yourself to watch their final footage when you were scanning old clips which featured a lot of staff bullying the sun themed animatronic. Sun was naive to it at first, but when he finally realized what was happening, he stopped trying to socialize. He had his job with the kids to keep him going but when they were gone and everything was quiet, Sun just… sat.

After the virus started, Moon started getting less and less freedom since he was the only one hit with it. His outbursts and unpredictability made him a risk that Fazbear Co was not willing to take any longer so the lights permanently remained on in the daycare. And Moon was trapped inside of his own AI for far too long, exacerbating the virus. Making it feed on the attitude of contempt that they were both hit with on a daily basis.

They didn’t understand what was happening to the Glamrocks when it hit. And then Sun didn’t understand what was happening to Moon when it hit him. But it invaded quickly and attached right to the core. You spent a whole year just removing the virus and recoding, over and over, until there was no more sign of it, with extra protection built in to stop it from ever happening again. You were obsessed with creating firewalls that each had a different encryption which would make it much easier to shut down any infection before it got to the point of no return.

You were going to make sure that the past did not repeat itself. You were going to keep them all safe. No matter what.

You stared at an imaginary spot on the colorful, padded floor while responding, fiddling with the little beaded necklace around your throat. “Truthfully, I’ve spent a lot of time in here. It’s the place I’m most comfortable. A lot of sleepless nights trying to break through a problem or come up with an idea of how to go forward with something. It’s probably my favorite spot in this whole building.”

You mumbled the last part and glanced up after a minute of still no word from the daycare attendant. He was still just staring, eyes glazed over indicating he was in a deep discussion with Moon. He popped back after a moment, the barely noticeable dimming of his eyes returning to a full glow. Someone less observant wouldn’t have noticed.

He did the familiar motion of going to reach out but stopping himself. Instead, this time when he went to move, so did you. You extended your arms and reached out for him. Opening and closing your hands to indicate for him to take them.

Sun looked at your hands like they were the most expensive treasure in the world. He took on a bashful smile and you could hear his fans, as silent as they were supposed to be, you could just pick up the quiet whir in the background as they had kicked into overdrive. You weren’t sure if that was a defect or if something else was causing it. You’d check up on that later.

He gently wrapped your hands in his. Using this moment to swing you towards him as he engulfed you in a warm and enveloping hug. You were surprised by the immediate contact and you held stiff at first, but the embrace felt too natural, too comforting, something you had never experienced before. It was easy for you to relax and lean into it, returning his embrace with a tight squeeze of your own.

Just as quick as it happened, he rapidly disconnected from you. He chuckled nervously and started anxiously picking at his fingers, looking at you expectantly as he spoke. “Well…until next time then?”

You smiled and nodded. “Until next time! Would you like to walk with me to the door?”

Sun immediately jolted and nodded feverishly, rays spinning. “Of course!”

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Sun watched you walk away back towards the main parts of the Plex, ponytail swinging behind you. There was so much he wanted to say that he didn’t.

He love, love, loved the rainbow freckles that were sprinkled across your cheekbones and he was dying to tell you how cute he thought they were. Tiny little shapes littered in like a heart, a star, and a little crescent moon. Sun noticed every detail. But Moon reminded him to have a little self control.

You don’t know her, Sun. She fixed everything, but with what intention?

What if there isn’t any intention? What if she’s just nice?

We’ve thought that before Sun…

Moons comment made Sun shiver. They had thought that before. They’ve thought a lot of things. A lot of things that turned out to be very different than they thought because humans could be so cruel.

But Sun refused to view them all that way. Sun knew the children that were a part of the daycare and how innocent and kind and caring they were. Humans weren’t made to be cruel. The world made them that way. That same world made Moon suspicious and paranoid. Sun watched the change in him over the years and couldn’t stop it. Because most of the time… Moon wasn’t wrong.

But seeing the sparkle in your emerald eyes when you looked at him or asked him a question, Sun couldn’t help but have hope. And no matter what Moon said, Sun felt something else when reaching out to the middle ground of their AI that they shared. Trepidation. Caution. Suspicion. But also… Curiosity. And the smallest sliver of something that Sun didn’t quite know what to call but the ache throughout his endoskeleton made him want more. Sun was barely able to feel it before Moon slammed shut that box and locked it quickly but that millisecond was enough.

That’s all Sun needed.

Afterwards, the time Sun spent cleaning kept him lost in thoughts of you. How short you were (which was adorable), how you were so confident but got flustered so easily (Sun smiled remembering the rosey hue that spread across your cheeks), and how you were so soft but fragile in his arms. He was glad he didn’t listen to Moon on that one because the lunar animatronic tried to get Sun to specifically not do that.

But Sun was so glad he did. And when you relaxed against him, you felt the same thing from Moon, however he would not and would never admit it.

Which led Sun to remembering how he held your hands at the craft table and how smooth your skin was as he ghosted the tips of his fingers over your arm. Moon was chastising him in their mind the whole time but Sun didn't care because he knew that secretly, Moon wanted more. Just as much as Sun did.

I'm excited to see her again, Moony.

Easy, Sun...

She's not like them, Moon. I can feel it.

Let's hope you're right, Sun. Let's hope you're right...

To be continued...

Author's Notes:

Woo! Another insanely long chapter lol. I'm just all about that foundation ;-; Let me know what you guys think! I may start the third chapter after I post this because I just wanna get lost in this story lol. Much love <3

[ericbrainrot]

𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and renjun spend christmas over at your parents house, and he has a surprise for you.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: huang renjun x haitian!fem!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.8k

"How's this outfit?" he looked at you, standing a bit awkwardly.

You couldn't help but laugh as you stared at your boyfriend. You weren't understanding why he was nervous. Nevertheless, he looked good. This suit color suited him well, and the way his hair was styled was the cherry on top for you.

"You look so good right now... Like I wanna fuck you good," his cheeks were red as he sighed, taking a seat on the bed.

"Babe..." he groaned, placing the pillow over his face.

"I'm sorry, but it's true. You look so fine," you sat in front of your vanity, looking at him through your mirror.

"You look amazing," he was staring at you with a slight smile. Your body looked amazing.

Now he got to sit back and watch you do your makeup and fix your wig. He was always fascinated by the way you worked your magic. You were already a goddess in his eyes, but once your makeup was done... He couldn't find a word to surpass goddess. He just knew that he was the luckiest man on earth.

Today, your parents were having a Christmas party and invited everyone over. You knew that your mother only invited you over so that she could see Renjun. He was like the son she never had, and she was always spoiling him. Sometimes forgetting that you were her daughter. Last Christmas, when they were taking the family photo, you were in the bathroom and she almost forgot about you. You wondered what would've happened if Renjun didn't remind your mother about you in there.

With Renjun familiar with your family, you weren't sure why he stressing himself out. You weren't sure if it had to do with the fact that he wasn't able to be there for Thanksgiving or if he hasn't seen them in six months. He should already know that he is a part of the family, and has been for the past three years now.

Once your makeup and hair were finished, Renjun helped you tie your heels across your ankles before you got up from the chair. You looked inside your closet to see which purse you were going to wear, and you decided to wear your white medium telfar. You wanted to keep it simple tonight.

"Rejunnie!" your mother shouted, opening the door.

She had to be watching her ring camera to see when you two were going to show up.

"Damn, whatever happened to 'hello daughter,' just straight Renjun huh?" you sighed, walking inside the house behind Renjun.

"You know that's her beloved. Ever since he got Ma' that Birkin, she doesn't know how to act for real," your sister huffed, walking inside the living room. "

She was right, the purse that she wears almost everywhere and she's managed to keep it in good condition for this long. You greeted the rest of your family with Renjun before sitting down in the living room. Guessing by the smell of the food, you could tell that the food was almost finished.

"I think my mom made Haitian Mac just for you," you looked at him while his eyes lit up.

Everyone sat at the table. Passing down the plates, talking, laughing, and just overall having a great time. It was like this each holiday event they had and [your name] was grateful to have such an experience. Yet something seemed off, no someone seemed off. Turning to your left, you noticed that Renjun was missing. Where'd this man disappear to now? He's always doing this. Maybe he was using the restroom, so you weren't going to stress yourself out.

Ten minutes passed and he still wasn't there and everyone was beginning to clean around the table. You helped your mom wash the dishes while other family members cleaned the table and floor. The children and everyone else were in the living room chatting.

"Where the hell did he go..." you muttered to yourself, grabbing a napkin and drying your hands.

Walking to the living room, you heard everyone's voice go quiet. There stood Renjun.

"Where did you go? You had me worried sick about you..." you trailed off, walking to him.

"There's something I need to tell you..." he trailed off, grabbing your hand.

"Okay..."

"But before I speak, there's something behind you," and you turned around and saw your niece hand you a rose.

Turning back to Renjun, he was down on one knee. There was no way that this was happening. What the hell? Everyone stood and sat there with big smiles on their face. Did they know about this?

"I haven't said anything yet and you're crying?" he joked with a slight chuckle.

"Being with you for the past three years made me realize how much I love you. I know that you're the one for me and I would love to continue spending the rest of my life with you. So, [your name] would you do me the honor and marry me?" you violently nodded your head with tears falling down your face.

"Yes! Yes, I'll marry you!" you smiled at him, watching him slip the ring on your finger.

"I love you so much," you placed a kiss on his lips once he got up.

"I love you too," he smiled, placing his hands on your waist.

*·˚ ༘♡#𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃! ˖◛⁺⑅♡

realized that i’m renjun biased and i had no oneshots for him????

anyway, happy holidays!

[cranetreegang]

In the Light of Death - Part 2

Sebastian x FemReader with former Ominis x FemReader

Also, I'm the worst and forgot to mention my girl @underthenightskydreamsneverdie cause i went to her and begged for her wisdom about Seb. So thank you again for looking this over waaay back when <3 I love you <3 (also i can't wait for you to read the spicy bit i added in part 4 hehe)

Summary: Sebastian helps her through her grief, and she starts to wonder if she can survive on her own without him.

Warnings: Dealing with death, mentions of depression, grief, mourning

Song to listen to: 🎶 A Nearly Peaceful Place 🎶

Word Count: ~1,900 words

Read Part 1 Here - Find Whole Light of Death Series Here

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The days turn to weeks, then a month passes - with Sebastian still by her side. Not that she’s complaining. She’s grateful for his presence, even as it spreads all over the house. His various books have drifted from his room and are strewn about the coffee table in the living room, while papers of all sorts cover both her side tables. It smells like the library with how many ancient tomes he has lying about. There’s a new ink stain on the couch that she hasn’t bothered to remove, and he’s spent many nights up with her as they both quietly read.

He asks her for her thoughts on the studies he’s working on, and they end up in heated debates half the time. It reminds her of all the times they spent studying and researching, exploring and discovering, when they were at Hogwarts. In fact, there were several ruins back in the day they wound up exploring from their mutual burning curiosity - much to Ominis’ chagrin. 

Sebastian asks her to join him as he goes out to the field to explore said ruins. But, she can’t bring herself to go. It feels wrong, as if she’s not meant to be happy with anyone else. Even though the house is suffocating when she’s alone, and she has nothing to occupy her thoughts. 

But when Sebastian returns, it’s like he carries the light and warmth of the sun with him. He’ll excitedly prattle about what wondrous new findings he discovered, and he insists they go the next time. She can only nod with a slight frown.

He helps her around the house as well; keeping it tidy, cooking when she has no desire to, and even fixing many of the broken things she can never remember to do. But, most importantly, he’s there when she’s caught in the tight clutches of grief. He’s always there, comforting her, as she mourns. Sometimes, he cries with her, sharing in her pain. She’s grateful he understands, truly understands, the agony she’s in. Because he feels it too. This emptiness. This loss.

She reflects on all of this as she walks along the lake’s shore. She hasn’t been here in some time, finding it far too challenging at first. But now that she’s here, a bittersweetness envelops her, and she all but avoids the towering trees looming just out of her peripherals - as if even the briefest of glances would be enough to destroy her. 

Her and Ominis would walk along the shore for hours, talking about whatever was on their mind - or simply enjoying the silence. His hand would always tightly grip hers. As she walks now, she holds her own hand, trying in vain to mimic his grip. 

The setting sun casts a gloomy, yet colorful hue across the lake. She stops, taking in how the water reflects the vibrant sky and the soft crashing of the waves as they come to shore. The damp breeze ruffles her hair and she closes her eyes - imagining all the times they’ve been here. 

“I miss you. Every day,” she whispers. “They say it gets easier, and I guess it has… I don’t cry as much. You’ll have to thank Sebastian for that. He’s been… very kind. And patient. But, it’s only a matter of time before he leaves too. And… I don’t know if I can do it by myself, Ominis. I really don’t. I know you said I was strong, but it was only because you were by my side. I-I’m utterly pathetic on my own.”

Her burning eyes gaze up at the darkening sky and swirling gray clouds with a grimace.

“But, I’ll try. I know you’d want me to at least try.” 

With a deep breath she turns away, heading back to her house.

Music greets her before she even has to open the door, and as she steps inside she’s welcomed by the warm scent of spices in the air. She heads to the kitchen, finding it bustling and alive as Sebastian dances to the upbeat tune from the record player. His eyes light up when he notices her.

“Ah, there you are!” He exclaims. 

He flicks his wand to keep everything stirring and cooking while he dances his way towards her. 

“Enjoy your walk?” He asks with a grin. 

“I did-,” she gasps as he grabs her hand and spins her into him. 

He chuckles as he begins to dance with her. He’s spinning them all around the room, narrowly missing furniture, and he moves off-beat to the music. But, she can’t find herself to mind as she lets him spin and lead her, giggling along the way. Food smears his cheeks and stains his forest green wool sweater, but all she can notice is his freckled face filled with a warm, contagious joy. And once the song ends, he spins her several times before lowering her into a dramatic dip.

“You’re not too bad,” he winks as he pulls her back up to stand. 

“I would hope so. Ominis enjoyed all manner of dance lessons,” she smiles. “What’s got you so jovial?” 

Sebastian takes her hand and leads her back into the kitchen with a wide grin. 

He pulls out her chair and says, “I got some good news today.”

“Oh?” 

He prepares their plates, setting the steaming pile of curry in front of her. He pops open a bottle of wine, pouring them both a glass, and then sits down next to her. His knee brushes against hers as he smiles.

“To exciting news,” he clinks her glass.

She laughs, “I would like to hear the news first.” 

“Well, I got a letter today,” he says.

“And? What did it say? Come on, Sebastian. I’m dying of suspense.” 

Sebastian smirks, eating a huge mouthful of curry. His eyes flutter as he mumbles about how good it is. She rolls her eyes, taking a bite herself. It’s spicy and it warms her entire body, like a fire has been set within her belly, but it’s comforting. It reminds her of home, of a mother’s cooking. 

“So, the letter today,” he continues, “it’s about my research.”

She takes a sip of her wine, “And? What about it?”

A frown comes over her as she tastes the wine. 

It’s familiar… 

She looks over at the bottle and she turns it around to read the label. Her heart falls into a pit formed within her gut. 

“Hey, what’s wrong? What is it?” Sebastian wonders, his hand landing on her knee. 

“W-Why did you open this?” She hisses, hot tears already starting to fall down her cheeks. “You had no right to!”

His eyes widen, “W-What do you mean? What’s wrong? Tell me what I did wrong.”

“This wasn’t for you! This was for him and me! And you ju-just opened it!” 

“No, no, hey, I didn’t know. I-” he stammers.

“Enough!” She shoves his hand away as she bolts to her feet. The question on the forefront of her mind comes forward in a sharp hiss, “Why are you here, Sebastian? Why have you stayed? You could’ve left at any time. Why stay?”

Sebastian’s lips part in shock and he looks away from her with a grimace, “Because he asked me to.”

She gasps, “What?”

A storm brews outside, slowly forming and churning. Heavy droplets slap against the window panes like tiny stones. 

“He asked me to keep an eye on you,” he says as he looks back at her. “He had a letter sent to me the day after he-,” he closes his eyes, swallowing down the pain she knows all too well. “He wanted me to make sure you’d be alright. And to… make sure you keep on living. For the both of you.”

Her lip trembles and she shakes her head, “W-Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I never found the right moment. I’m sorry.” 

She scoffs, “‘Never found the right moment?!’ You’ve been here this whole time, all because you felt obligated to respect a dead man’s wishes, and you didn’t think it important to tell me!” 

“That is not the only reason I’m here,” he slams the table as he stands, towering over her with a heated stare. “You’re my friend. My best friend. Even if he didn’t ask, I would’ve came anyway.”

Lighting strikes almost on top of the house and the thunder which accompanies it is deafening. They both recoil, but it’s not enough to quell her fury.

“Why?” She seethes. “To take care of me? Am I really so pathetic?! I-I must be because now you’ve made me completely in need of you. Is that what you wanted? To make me spiral out of control every time I’m alone, because I can’t bear it! I can’t bear to be alone anymore, Sebastian! Is this what you wanted!” 

Her voice is hoarse and cracking as she screams and her whole body is flush from her rage. The thunderstorm outside is at full force, rocking and shuddering the walls with its mighty gales.

“That is not at all what I wanted, and you know it!” Sebastian hisses. “I miss him, just as much as you do. So don’t stand here pretending like you’re the only one who’s hurting, because I am too! I need you just as much!”

She rolls her eyes and storms away, stomping up the stairs until she’s able to slam the door of her bedroom shut. She paces around the room, fists balled at her sides. ‘Keep living for the both of them’?! How dare he? How dare he! 

She grabs the picture on her nightstand and hurls it across the room with a wailing scream. It shatters against the wall, but she doesn’t care. Her breathing is hard and hot, and she throws more things around their room - her room. The window seems to almost breathe with how strong the storm rages outside.

Glass breaks, vases shatter, memories are torn and shredded as she unleashes her fury on anything within sight. And when there’s nothing left, she collapses on the bed with a sob. The rage tempers and cools into a bitter sorrow she’s far too familiar with. The storm subsides until only soft rain patters on the window. Through her tears, she doesn’t hear her door open until a heavy weight makes the bed sag. 

She stops crying, her breath catching in her throat. A warm hand is placed on her shoulder and she gasps. It starts to retreat, but she quickly snatches it by the wrist. She holds onto the wrist, unsure of what to do at first, until she pulls the hand towards her. A warm arm drapes over her - the weight comforting. Her fingers tangle with his and she clutches onto his hand against her chest. 

A solid warmth presses against her back as another arm wraps around her until she’s fully engulfed in a tight embrace. She grips his other hand too, keeping it close to her hips, and presses her back fully into the inferno of his body behind her. And for a moment, she feels alive. His breath passes through her hair like a summer breeze and his arms are secure around her. He smells of spices, old books and ink, and all the things that are not her love. It’s something entirely new.

Her body relaxes into him, her breaths becoming gentle and soft. He holds her tightly, enveloping her in his warmth. She can’t keep her eyes open any longer and she lets herself drift away into a dreamless sleep.

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AN: mhmmmmm analogies mhmmmm the storm is tied to her emotions and i'm def not on the nose about that at all mhmmmm cause magic mhmmm yes mhmmm i'm like a microwave now mhmmmmmm

anyways

Part 3 is when the spice starts >:)

im not the best at writing smut so uhhhhh forgive me

Feedback always welcomed <3

when i first wrote this, i had no intentions of splitting it up like this, and it probs shows. oh well. forgive me and my infinite sins.

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 41- Part 2

You know, after Yureyu and that conversation with Simon and Tara and Charlotte, I went back and looked at all the previous Meteor members Xera's fought during all of this, tracking them and their teams and any promotions they might have gotten, I made a whole Google Sheet and everything. It's definitely made it easier for me to sorta remember who's who in Team Meteor (like Kenneth here, with his Emboar)...as well as making my previous “Team Meteor only has like twenty members” joke seem a lot more like the reality (but in actuality, it's 32 members).

But it's also helped me realize Team Meteor has a pretty consistent buddy system, even in places without exclusively Double Battles. Like, I remember Simon and Tara and some others like Regina and Gretchen, but it's not just them, it's…pretty much everyone. And I think that's neat worldbuilding and attention to detail! It's also made me notice some other…quirks, but I'll save that for another time

Anyways, back to the battle- Riptide would be better for taking on Minior.

Getting greedy with Shell Smash, huh? If that keeps up, Riptide should be able to kill with Water Pledge easily.

And for this, Crater should be fine.

Now let's see what Lava Plume can do!

Speaking of the Emboar- Kirin should be able to handle this one.

Oooh…you know what I just thought of? I should have sent in Glare to Intimidate and…maybe paralyze it too, given the level gap. Time to fix that!

Oh, that's even better! Now, we- well, it's Psychic now, but I forgot I taught Kirin Psychic to replace Zen Headbutt so I got a little spooked.

As spooky as this thing's Sp. Defense- though that might actually just be due to Kirin's lower level.

You're telling me, the first battle put two of my party at half HP- at least I can leave and fully heal if I need to? Because heaven knows when I'm gonna see a Healing Shard…anyways, into the next room!

What in the-? Who recreated the color tile puzzle from Undertale?

What am I even supposed to do with this? If Xera walks on to those white tiles…what happens?

Oh! They…switched around? Do they…do that every time?

They do, okay. Are the machines up there…switching sides too? What the heck is going on with this room?

Maybe I need to go back to the other room, there might be a hint I missed.

AH-!? This isn't the side I came in on! What!? 

You! Lady! Um, uh- Brenna? You're usually paired with Kenneth I think (at least, you were at Yureyu), so if he's on that side, you must be…on this side? Whatever! Explain!

That wasn't an explanation, so I'm gonna need to have Kirin and Sap Sipper destroy you! Let's just try spamming Stomp here.

NEVERMIND! I wanted to use Prong anyways!

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[aprillikesthings]

OKAY I can finish out the season tonight :D

s3 ep6 The Portal

D:

D:

I actually like this version of Glimmer's outfit better, but like, it's also got a swishy skirt and is more lavender so ....I would

Anyway Adora's been arrested trying to sneak into the castle

FOCUS

well now I'm actively trying not to think about the fic I read yesterday

Micah put a truth spell on Adora and she's ranting about the portal and all that and it's all true but of course she sounds NUTS

aaugh

the portal version of Entrapta ahahah

lol of course she knows

"Only way to shut the portal off is from the inside,

and is stuck there forever!!"

Adora mentions Hordak--

The way her face lights up when talking about Hordak, but then falls when she remembers what Catra did--

anyway she points out "oh the portal is following you, you need to get your sword out of the portal" to Adora who is, rightfully, a little horrified

MARA

oh lord you can see the look on Adora's face when she decides "actually Imma just go get my sword out"

Glimmer and Adora give her a pep talk and disappear

OHHHHHH GOD

HGGGGGGGH

HGGGHHGHGHGHHGHHHHH

oh god I forgot what her voice sounds like when she's corrupted

it took like four tries to get this one ahaha

oh I've realized when else a cartoon gave me that very specific shivery feeling AHAHAHA

*squints at the username of the gifmaker* whatever. I'm just happy to find the exact gif I was looking for, for once, anyway, it's the fusion scene of Malachite from Steven Universe

It's not a sex-related feeling but it's not NOT a sex-related feeling??? I'm not sure if it's related to monsterfucking? the inherent eroticism of realizing a not-quite-human character could kill you for funsies?

I mean also Evelynn from K/DA does it to me sometimes (and she's literally like "but what if getting murdered was ~sexy~"). Hm. 🤔

man I don't even have to caption this one

look, I'm just horny-posting these at this point

well also emotional posting because AUGH

Catra's just like, throwing her around (in various fake portal versions of places they've previously been) and Adora's not even really trying to defend herself

and Catra's taunting her with variations on "this is all your fault"

Like this is literally Adora's worst nightmare

I actually already have a screenshot of this saved somewhere because I was attempting to draw it so I could color it with watercolors and then glue super fine glitter over the glow-y parts, I think I got as far as some of the pencil lines, I should find that....of all the scenes in this show, that's the one I wanted to draw/paint.

And then Adora starts fighting back finally, but also: 😏

YEAH TELL HER

"I didn't break the world, but I am going to fix it!"

(I mean yeah but also: adds another mark on the page titled "times Adora tried to sacrifice herself to save other people")

"And you? You made your choice!" and hooboy that made Catra real mad

LOL I RAN OUT OF IMAGES I knew I would with this one okay hold on

[yqsodu]

Bebe Voice-Overs

✦ Data-Bank

First Meeting Bebe Fenzel at your service! Need something fixed up or improved, I'm the one for the job! Better yet — need something broken, and I’ve got tons of sources for you, myself included.

Greeting Ack! Welcome to Blome… Oh, thank goodness, it’s just you. Why didn’t you say anything? Oh, whatever — you have got to check this out!

Parting Geez, I almost forgot I had things to do! You don’t mind if I leave right here, right? I promise I’ll make it up to you next time!

About Self My responsibility is to fix loads of things! Er, not feelings though. You might wanna check in with a therapist for that.

Chat: Favorite Color People always ask me whether my favorite color is blue or yellow, but they’re both wrong! It’s actually gray, can you believe it? But I can’t exactly dye my hair that color… Doesn’t suit me. Ehh, it'll probably happen eventually, especially with Hook around... Just kidding!

Chat: Overworld I don’t plan on going back to live there anytime soon. There’s still so much more left for me to do here! That, and I guess this place has sort of grown on me, haha.

Hobbies I don't get as much time to anymore, but I used to read a lot! Anything I could get my hands on really... Can't say that 27 Uses For Geomarrow was exactly entertaining, let alone plausible, but the kids seemed to think so!

Annoyances My mom is always getting on my case about how I do things at the shop. I don’t see the problem! I’m basically running it at this point…

Something to Share Not everyone will like who you are, but that doesn't mean you can't be the best you.

About Seele If you think she’s scary now, you should’ve seen her when we were kids! Definitely still a force to be reckoned with for sure, but at least I learned I can get into her hair without that many repercussions. Haha… Don’t tell her I said that.

About Hook I find it a personal achievement to be able to keep up with THE Pitch Dark Hook the Great!

About Luka Between you and me, the guy is nuts, like clinically — but hey, just my type of crowd! If you run into him, let him know I have an installment idea. I’m in need of a guinea pig.

About Natasha I used to be pretty scared of Natasha when I was younger, but she’s the most compassionate person I know! I definitely wouldn’t have found my place without her.

About Freia My mom is the most stubborn woman sometimes, even more than Seele, but I owe her everything. She’s been so strong for me all these years… I’ve gotta be just as strong for her, if not more!

About Sampo Problems with Mr. “Tall ‘n Blue,” eh? Yeah, that guy is always up to something… He can certainly strike a deal though. Don’t think so? Guess I’m just gullible then, haha!

About Clara She’s very intelligent, for sure! When I was her age, I’m pretty sure I was still learning fundamentals… But, uh, is it just me or does she go out of her way to avoid me?

About Serval Oh, Serval is the best! I’ve been learning tons of stuff from her and everything feels so much easier now. I feel much more productive!

Eidolon Activation It is always important to remember what you're fighting for.

Character Ascension Woo! New upgrade! I’m feeling better already!

Max Level Reached Ha, "just a mechanic" my butt!

Trace Activation All nice and polished!

Added to Team With Seele Seele? Great — won’t even have to lift a finger! …I’m joking, I’m joking!

Added to Team With Hook Ready to rock their world, Hook? I’ve got some ideas…

Added to Team With Natasha No need to work too hard, Miss Natasha — I’m here to help!

Added to Team With Luka Woo! The Montammerville warrior!

Added to Team With Serval Serval! Oh, remind me I’ve got something to show you later!

✦ Combat

Battle Begins: Weakness Break Ha! Did you see that?

Battle Begins: Danger Alert Guess I’ve got to get more creative…

Turn Begins • Need some encouragement? • I won’t screw this one up!

Turn Idling Hey, if you need a minute, just say so…

Basic ATK • Tired yet? • Badabang!

Enhanced Basic ATK Bebe does not feature any Enhanced Basic ATK Voice-Overs.

Skill • Keep it up! • Just a little something for you!

Hit by Light Attack Wanna try that again?

Hit by Heavy Attack Ugh… Someone’s got a screw loose.

Ultimate: Activate Need me to knock something back into place?

Ultimate: Unleash Alright… Go nuts!

Downed Back… to the drawing board…

Return to Battle Ta-da! All back together!

Health Recovery I'll be more careful!

Battle Won Nailed it! Nothing I can’t handle!

Treasure Opening • A win’s a win! • Ehh… I guess scrap pieces will do.

Precious Treasure Opening Ah… I knew things would come around eventually!

Successful Puzzle-Solving • Easy peasy! Anything else? • Got something harder? That can’t have been it…

Enemy Target Found I’ll follow your lead!

Returning to Town Anything else to do here, you think?

[nidailylife]

2.10.2023.

Been gone from this daily life blog and Instagram for a long time.

I caught Covid near the end of December. Then i got my whole house sick, because i was so sure it couldn't possibly be covid.😰 My symptoms started while walking in my large backyard with a mask on. How could it be covid?!? It had to be that pms flu some people get. But then the rest of my family got sick, we got tested, and---BAM. Covid. From the freaking backyard. With no neighbors around. While wearing a mask.😵

Fortunately, we're all covid negative now, though we're all still coughing. The doctors say that'll last 2 months. We had to postpone our family's Japan trip again, for the 4th(?) year. But that gives me more time to do my taxes.

Good thing too, because i got sick AGAIN. I've been getting an unusual amount of hives since 2020. (Maybe my "cold" that winter was also covid?) So i didn't realize anything unusual about a bump in January, until it didn't disappear like hives. Clearly now, it was a bug bite. Then it got bigger. Turned dark colors. Filled with puss. Burst like a giant pimple; now an open wound. I was getting chills and fevers, while dealing with an open wound on my butt. Being unable to sit, i couldn't do anything but lie in bed, and endure my fevers. And when i realized my sickness was because this bug bite was infected (and not just another instance of my history of becoming sick from getting too cold), i was still not well enough to think about a trip to the doctor. When the fevers left, being unable to sit meant i couldn't do anything. I couldn't draw, do photography, write, work on my laptop, etc. And while still recovering my strength, i didn't have the stamina to stand or go on walks. Whatever stamina i did have, went to recooking food on the stove, because our microwave has been broken for a while. I really miss having a microwave when you're too tired to stand.😭 When i finally got some energy back, all i could do was browse social media on my phone. And since Instagram posts usually take an activity on my part to document, i just had nothing to post.

I'm much better now, and my open wound only has around 1cm left of gap in my skin to close up. I can sit again, even for most of the day, and DO things.😄

I got my laptop taken in for repair, with 22 days of warranty left to spare. 🎊 The service even called me tonight to say i could pick it up on Monday.👍✨️

I got my city business tax e-filed, WEEKS earlier than i have in years. All because i didn't know how long my laptop repair would take, so i tried to get all my important computer stuff done before i sent it for fixing.

But what i haven't done is walk outside again. Frankly, I'm kind of afraid to. After my last 2 walks, i got an infected bug bite. During each of my 2 walks before that, i caught Covid. Maybe I'll be ok with walking outside again in 2 months or so. But my open wound is still trying to close and i don't want to take away its energy to heal. Early into this bug bite, i tried to walk, and my whole muscular tissue around that area was actually sore. I shouldn't have powered thru it. Now I'm going to give it more rest than ever. So i may not do daily walks again (or even go outside unnecessarily) for a couple months.

Other thing i haven't done in too long is draw. I forgot how hard it is for me to start again. Some artists say the necessity of daily practice is a myth. But for me, it's a must. I have no more confidence or even muscle memory about drawing anything.😭 I cant get the ideas out of my head, out thru my hand/pen, and onto paper!😭 Feels like a literal block between my brain and my hand.🥺 I need to admit for real this time that Creatury does not work for me. That January drawing challenge does not motivate me to draw. Then i fall off my daily drawing practice, and look where i am.😓 Every December, i burn out from consecutive months of drawing challenges: Smaugust, OTPtember, Inktober, Huevember. I need my January drawing challenge to be simple to pick up. One year, i sketched backyard flowers everyday for January. I should have done that again. Referential sketches don't take any thought, and with the end result, being able to emulate realism boosts my confidence. And because the sketches are based on my own photos, i can use them to make merch.👍 So from now on, daily flower sketches, every January.

Right now, I'm 10 days into February and haven't even started the Faebruary drawing challenge. One of my favorites, and I'm letting it fly by me.😓 This happens every year that i cant pick back up with my daily drawings in January.😖💧💧💧💧💧

On the bright side, i started learning how to crochet a belt cord. Which is something I've needed to be able to make for years. But it hurts my hand so much, I'm thinking of just sewing belts out of tougher fabrics instead.😜

This is my first time journaling in days, since my laptop has been off for repairs (and my hands don't have the stamina to write by hand for long anymore). I realize this has been a long post, but I just needed to catch up. 📝

Grateful to my cells for working so hard lately.

I've been sick lately, and am still fighting off several lingering effects. But I'm so thankful to my hard working cells, while watching them progress in closing up my open wound and gradually fight back my post Covid cough.

2.10.2023. Figure Friday.

Nendoroid White Blood Cell (Neutrophil), Red Blood Cell, and Platelet.

Plushies from Monster Pet Shop and GIANT Microbes by Drew Oliver.

Scrapbook paper

[beanarie]

currently obsessed with this prompt

by @literally-who-let-me

"geralt was cursed and couldn’t hear anyone/thing aside from jaskier"

bc omg

the brotherhood cursing geralt as phase one of their plan to take down ciri. like nivallen's curse, there's a loophole, but they don't see it being a problem. geralt has only his child surprise with elder blood, a part-elf mage who was tied to him by a djinn, and the other witchers, all of whom are bound together by the trials (aka magic). there is no one he loves, who loves him, without reason.

and jaskier's gone! they separated as soon as spring came to kaer morhen, so all anyone knows is that geralt can't hear. well, yen knows it's magic. she determines it's a curse of some sort, but not which one or how to fix it. in the meantime, she remembers that poor mute elf, who found another way to speak, and they all learn elf sign. idk if i'm actually writing this, but here's a scene.

"I don't like this," Yen signs. "Too much traffic. Too many people."

"Just for one night," Geralt says, unsure his voice even carries over the bustle of the city until Ciri nods with a slight, mildly optimistic smile. He busies himself adjusting the strap that started to slip off her shoulder and that's how he notices her reaction to something just to the left of them.

"Greetings, weary travelers. Well, I wasn't expecting to see you here, Geralt, Witch, Cirilla! Tavern later, all right? First round on me."

Geralt blinks after the departing Jaskier, stunned. He heard him before he saw him. He heard him.

After keeping her eyes on him for a long moment, Yennefer worries at one earlobe with two fingers then points at Jaskier's back, eyebrow raised in question. Geralt nods once shortly and Ciri goes stiff at his side. Yen gestures at Jaskier again, this time with some exasperation. "Move."

Jaskier hasn't gotten far. He stands close to a short woman with very bouncy hair and vibrantly colored clothes that do not match. They are practically on top of each other bickering over sheet music. He knows this because Jaskier is naming different notes and raving about how they do not fit. Whatever it is she's saying in response, he's only getting more forceful with his opinions.

"Jaskier?" Geralt says, feeling like a child waiting for the attention of a quickly-riled guardian. It's the same sort of powerless, anxious anticipation.

"Hm? Oh, sorry." Jaskier lays a light hand on Geralt's arm, and for that ten seconds before he lets go, the world itself comes rushing back. The wind, the birds, the wood planks under his feet. Fuck, he forgot how layered it all is. "I am thrilled to see you. I'm just right in the middle of-"

"Julian," Geralt enunciates at great length, which earns him a bewildered stare. "I-'' And suddenly he can hear his own voice. None of this makes any sense. "I'd appreciate a moment of your time." He doesn't dare look away. "At your earliest convenience."

Jaskier squints at him. "Suppose this can wait. Fancy a turn about my cramped rooms? Yen can't come. Not enough room for her ego and mine as well."

Just as he says that, someone pulls at his sleeve. Yen's signal. *I'm here.* Before Jaskier's attention diverts entirely, Geralt wants to say something else, but the words don't come. Fingers brush against the back of his hand. Ciri's signal.

"Yes, exactly. I *do* wish." Jaskier is now focused on Yen and they're engaging in their love/hate dance, with more affection than acrimony these days. "But when it happens, you will never, ever know about it."

Geralt turns to Yen and watches her shoulders shake with silent laughter. "I have missed you, peacock." She signed as well, for Geralt.

"What's that," Jaskier says. Even accounting for it being the only sound he can hear, his voice seems loud. Attention-grabbing. "That thing you are doing?" Jaskier turns and looks behind him. "Are you signaling someone? An archer? Assassinating me won't end your torment. I'll only haunt you."

She smacks his shoulder. "Shut up and take us inside."

[nyxelenios]

*·.✴ silence.

Miscellaneous: Corpse Husband (Content Creator)

❕: Among Us!AU, mentions of betrayal, brief depiction of anxiety, a small small pinch of horror-related elements, unedited(?)

"Wait, the wires..." [Name] sighs. They radio in and ask for assistance. "Hey, it's [Name] in Electrical. I'm sorry, but I forgot how to reconnect the wires. Can someone help me out, please?"

The crew's voices clamor through the loudspeaker, most offering instructions and asssurance, some scoffing about how even a new crewmate should know how to fix wires in a fuse box.

"Shouldn't [Name] know the basics of being a crewmate?" Dream says, laughing to play his statement off as a joke. Felix and Sean chuckle along with him. “Dream’s right,” Felix says as he finishes fixing the control panel's calibration at the Navigation cockpit.

The trio go on about their teasing, talking louder and louder over the other crewmates and the silent [Name]. Toast sighs, loudly, “That’s enou–”

“It’s okay, [Name], I’ll help you out. Electrical, right?” Corpse interrupts, silencing the entire crew. [Name]’s sigh of relief is barely picked up by their mic. “Thank you, Corpse.” Their voice is faint and whispered, cautious not to incite any more teasing. Their radio turns off right after, then Toast speaks up. “Really? I thought you three were better than that.”

Corpse leaves the Security room, jogging down the hallway and through other rooms as quickly as he can. He turns off his radio and sighs. How could those three have the audacity to belittle their new companion? They should be building trust between each other, they were out in the void of space, in the most notorious ship to be attacked and infiltrated by aliens, after all.

There’ll be another time for him to talk to the others about their behavior. For now, he leaves that to the ship’s captain. He huffs again, then reaches the Electrical room. “[Name], I’m here,” he calls out, making is way to the circuit box.

"Hi, and thanks..." [Name] smiles and holds their hand out. Corpse chuckles and shakes it.

His skin runs cold in his suit as he stares at his fellow astronaut.

...

... No.

No.

There's... There's no way, right?

In all his years working as an astronaut, and as a veteran of the Skeld, Corpse had felt this chill only twice. He could play this feeling off as a mistake, maybe a bug in his thinking. That's it, he must not have gotten enough rest, or eaten enough. He ought to go to Medbay for a scan on his vitals.

"Okay... So, wires, right? It's easy when you know the right tools to use," Corpse says as he takes his toolkit off his suit, the sound of Velcro unusually too loud to his ears. He thanks the gods, or whatever circumstances led him to this moment, that he was wearing a suit. He wouldn't want [Name] to see him shaking, sweating, skin draining of color from anxiety, from fear.

He steps up to the circuit box. He prays to any and every deity out there, Don't let this newbie betray us. I've had enough betrayals in life.

As he works, he feels [Name] linger behind him, peering over his shoulder. Their presence is unassuming, like an old house cat, or a wildflower growing on its own. Their presence is nothing to fear, like a mouse's, quiet and small—very, very quiet and small. So quiet, so small, so unassuming, that you wouldn't know if they came up right behind you and slit–

"And there you go," Corpse says as he steps away from the wires. He glances at [Name] who is intently staring at the contents of the circuit box, mumbling to themselves. "Okay, I think I got it. I have some more to fix! And I can actually fix them thanks to you, Corpse." [Name] smiles, and in that moment, Corpse sees it through their helmet. He smiles, unconsciously, and then pats [Name]'s shoulder. "No problem. Let's go?"

Footfalls echo around the corridors as the crew run around to fix the Skeld's vital parts as quickly as possible.

Corpse and [Name] pass by the reactor at the back of the ship, and there they see Rae and Leslie working on restarting the reactor, and unlocking its manifolds to function.

Leslie notices the duo first and waves. Corpse waves back and heads on his way. He sighs in relief, knowing that Rae and Leslie are still alive. He wonders if the others are still alive too, and not left to bleed dry by aliens, shapeshifters, impostors...

The stretch of silence strikes fear in Corpse's chest. His heart drops to his stomach, heavy like lead. He turns around, and almost trips on himself when he finds [Name] standing right behind him.

"Jesus Christ, [Name]... Make some noise next time, or something... You're too quiet," Corpse sighs, and grabs a hold of his crewmate's hand. "I'm sorry... Just some newbie jitters, maybe." [Name] firmly holds their crewmate's hand. "I'll get over this in no time, especially with you around to help me."

"Okay then. Stay close, don't let go until I do."

Maybe he's wrong after all. Maybe it's just his unpleasant memories souring this mission, this new bond with a new fellow astronaut. Corpse's grip becomes tighter around [Name]'s hand. He can't let things from the past ruin what he has now. He has his old friends, his best friends, new friends... He has people whom he considers his new family.

Corpse enters the ship's Medbay, finding Dream, Sean, and Felix. The trio looks at him, then at [Name]. Dream turns away, fiddling with the empty test tube in one hand. Felix looks down in shame, like a scolded puppy. Sean, despite his feelings of shame, maintains eye contact with the two at the doorway. "We're... We're sorry. What we were doing earlier– the three of us were wrong."

[Name] dismissively waves their free hand. Everyone can hear the smile in their voice. "It's okay. Let's get along, yeah?"

Dream and Felix apologize, then thoroughly show [Name] the ropes of working in Medbay. Corpse watches the four with a smile, then steps up to the scanner.

Quietly, Corpse watches the lasers scan through his black suit. He glances at [Name] and Sean, who are laughing together at a joke from Dream. He wants to believe that this journey to the new station at Planet Polus will be the best yet, with his newfound family.

But his mind continues reminding him of the eerie silence behind him when he left Rae and Leslie at the reactor.

Besides the creepy silence, [Name] was behind him too.

© nyxelenios, 2021

[apollo41writes]

Goodnight prompt 47/∞

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human Ship: RK900/Gavin Reed AUs/Tropes: Soulmates AU, Forgot first meeting Prompt: What happens if your soulmate is deaf and can't hear your first words? Do you even have a soulmark?

Extra details: I literally had this idea at 4 in the morning, but I have been wondering for hours about what would happen in a universe where soulmates have soulmarks with the first words you soulmate tells you.

Like, would they have soulmarks of the first words someone sign at them instead? Or would they feel pressured by society to learn at least a few words to say when they meet someone for the first time so that they recognize their soulmates by their soulmates mark alone?

It's one of those interesting concepts that I would very much like to see explored.

Anyway, back to the actual prompt. So, the one detail I wanted for the soulmarks in this AU is that not only you have a soulmark with the first words your soulmates tells you, but the words are kind of like a very old and faded tattoo until you actually hear them, and then they turn vibrant (sometimes even colorful).

I just like the idea that RK900 was activated as soon as Markus does his big speech at the end of the good endings, and tries to destroy the deviants leaders. But despite him being stronger than all of the other, he's overwhelmed just because he's one against multiple androids at the same time.

So, right before they make him a deviant as well, he gets injuries so bad that his hearing processor or whatever doesn't work anymore. And fixing it is kind of hard, like, maybe since he's a prototype that part need to be made specifically for him.

But the newly deviant RK900 doesn't really mind being deaf. He can comunicate with people just fine even without being able to hear them.

Which is also how RK900 doesn't realize when he first meets Gavin. Maybe Connor brings RK900 to work with him one day just so that he can see how working at the precinct looks like because RK900 isn't sure just yet what he wants to do now that he's free to choose.

And Gavin, thinking RK900 is Connor, pushes him when walking by, not even really paying attention or saying anything since he's rushing to go on a call or something.

Here is where I kind of stopped with this idea. Because maybe RK900 mumbles automatically "I'm sorry" or maybe even an insult. And Gavin is too focused on his own shit (or maybe RK900 whispers it too quietly) that he doesn't even actually hear them in an active way.

But once he gets back home and undresses to go into the shower, he sees his soulmark in all kind of shade of blues and grey and OH FUCK, he met his soulmate... And he doesn't even remember who the fuck said the words.

Like I said, this is kind of where I stopped because there are so many options of things that could happen! I haven't even decided if RK900 has words or not, if maybe they appear when he becomes deviant or if they still stay muted even after Gavin says them to him because he knows Gavin said them (he can reads his lips), but he hasn't actually heard them. Or maybe he doesn't have a mark at all and the two of them don't know that they are soulmates but still fall in love with each other, and there is this whole thing with RK900 thinking that sooner or later Gavin will find his soulmate and leave him (so maybe they even have this "friend with benefits" deal at first, or something).

Just, one of those ideas with the potential for lots of angst, drama and pining, which is always my favorite combo, especially if there is a nice happy ending at the end of it.

(Also, the relationship could be just a side of the coin. Maybe RK900 at first works at the precinct because it feels like the obvious decision to make. But he realizes that he's not truly happy and decides to quit and he tries a bunch of different jobs to figure out what he prefers to do. What can I say, I like when characters need to find themselves.)

[mtfstuff]

Officer Jake

I always had a thing for men in uniform. Maybe its because my fit uncle wore his police uniform every day when I was litte and I could see his muscle flex underneath. Since that time I always wanted to wear one too. After I graduated I applied for becoming a police officer but they told me things that I've heard way too often: I'm too small, I'm not fit enough and so on.

I tried to fix the latter and applied again, still didnt get the job. So I became janitor at the police station.

Fast forward 30 years and I loved every day of working there. I installed small cameras everywhere overnight. I could watch them undress, shower, put on the uniform and so on. I loved seeing the hunks in uniform every day. I somewhat became family for some of them as they always greet me but even all of that is nice I still have the fantasy to wear one myself.

Of course I wont be able to do this anytime soon as I got chubby again and I still didnt grew 8ver the past decades but my fate was different.

One evening when I started to clean the hallways as every cop was already gone I heard how someone entered the building. I turned around getting ready to fight someone as I saw a beautiful cop with a arrested drug dealer. I admired his chiseled jaw, his muscles flexing underneath his black shirt, his uniform, his combat boots.

"Good to see you here.", the officer said to me."Could you watch him as I have to get some papers?"

"Of course.", I answered. This was thrilling. Being part of an arrestment.

The cop pushed the dealer towards a bank where he sat down. I had to watch him as the cop ran up the stairs towards the bureaus. I watched that twink of a dealer. He looked at his dirty shoes when he suddenly starts to talk to me.

"Arent you bored of this job?", he says.

"No, this is my first time doing something like this.", I answered.

"I mean being a janitor. Dont you want a better life? More action? I could give it to you. You'd deserve it."

I thought about his offer, it sounded too good to be true.

"What do you mean by that?", I asked.

"I could give you the life of that cop that arrested me. I saw how you looked at him. All of him could be yours. His muscles, his beard, his private life... oh, I think he has a really active private life. Just look at that beautiful hunk."

"Why wouldnt you swap with him yourself? "

"Well, I like my body as it is. If I give you his, I want something in return."

"And that is?"

"In return you let me go and this arrest never happened."

I really thought about it. I always wanted to be in that uniform. I think he saw it in my eyes as he started to smile.

"Do we have a deal?", he asked.

"Definitely."

"Good. In my front left pocket is a small pill. Take it."

I pushed my hand inside his pocket, grabbing the pill. As I took it out, I saw a blue and red colored pill.

"Twist it. You have to swallow the blue part and push the red part inside the ass of the person you want to be.", he said.

"You have to be kidding me. I'll never push it into his ass."

"I'm not kidding. Would I do something like this right before I get into prison? I dont think so."

I had no choice than to trust him. I twisted the pill and swallowed the blue part just in time as we heard the cop coming down the stairs.

"I'm back. You can go back to whatever you were doing.", the cop said to me.

He walked past me as if I was thin air towards the dealer. This was my chance.

I pushed the cop with his abs against the wall right next to the dealer and pulled his pants down. I squeezed the pill between his ass cheeks before he could even react.

He pushed me to the ground and pulled his pants back up. The dealer laughed.

"You find this funny?!", the cop screamed towards him.

"No. I find it funny what happens next.", je said.

I didnt feel a change. The dealer lied to me and now I'm getting arrested too. I had to think of this...

"And you. That was it. I'm going to arrest you too.", the cop said to me.

He came towards me as I got up from the ground but then he suddenly stopped. His eyes rolled back, revealing the white. He fell over backwards against the wall. He looked he was sleeping.

I took a step towards him as I passed out too.

The first thing I noticed was that something heavy laid on my rock hard dick. As I opened my eyes I saw my old bodies face right on my crotch. I lifted my arms to see the cops muscled arms and gloves. I was speechless, the pill worked. I pushed my old body aside and stood up. I admired and touched my new body.

I started to open my belt to see what I have down there as I heard the dealer. I totally forgot about the dealer.

"Looks like it worked. Now get me out of here.", he said.

"Yeah....yes...yes! Wait the key has to be here somewhere.", I answered.

I closed the belt again and started to search for the key in my pocket as a memory from where the cop put the key flashed through my mind.

"I have his memories? ", I shouted out loud.

"Of course. Now get me out of here."

I took the key out of my pocket and opened his handcuffs.

"Thanks, officer.", he said with a smirk.

"No, I have to thank you!", I said. "But I still have a question. What do we have to do with him?"

I point at my old body.

"Nothing. He wont remember the last30 minutes. He will live your life as if he always had it.", the dealer said and left.

I left too. I drove to my new home and had the best night ever.

I admired my muscular body and with the stamina of this body I jacked off to my uniform hanging on my wardrobe almost half of the night.

After that I looked through his memories, learning that I'm now officer Jake Pecker, best of my year. I also learned that Jake is gay, has a thing for uniforms and looks for a daddy to have a great evening.

Every now and then when I'm at work I can see my old body sometimes looking at me. I know what he wants. Maybe I hook up with him for a night so that he can live his fantasy once.

[mjlovescm]

8- Pretty girl in my band tee pt.1

Completed, 26 chapters, “So, you’re the babysitter, huh ?” Rodrick Heffley x black fem reader

You sat in your room getting ready. Rodrick's band had a gig at some local rock/punk bar. He invited you to record the performance for their YouTube channel. For makeup, you went basic with a simple eyeshadow look and a dark red lipstick. Your hair was slicked back in two long curled pigtails and two curly pieces out in the front. You threw on a black broken heart necklace with matching earrings.

You knew you didn't look rock or punk, but if it's dark, no one can tell you're a poser. You packed a bag with the camera and extra things and went downstairs.

“𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢” -𝚛

“𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚑, 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚜” -𝚢/𝚗

“𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛” -𝚛

“𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜” -𝚢/𝚗

You went to the kitchen to grab some snacks and saw your mom cooking.

“You look dressed up, going out again without telling me.” She said.

You didn't tell her, but you just pretended that you did, and she forgot.

“I did tell you, that's why I asked you to buy batteries for the camera. I'm gonna film a thing for Rodrick.”

“A thing.” She said, quoting the air.

“Yes, a performance”

“Ok, so I'm assuming his parents know about this thing.”

“Actually his dad is driving us there, and he's staying for the performance too, Susan probably told you, and you just forgot.”

“Hmm, maybe, well take some food for Rodrick and Frank.”

*girl ain't nobody want that damn spaghetti*

After filling two containers with spaghetti, you heard a horn honk outside.

“That must be them.” You told your mom.

“Okay well bye sweetie. When you get back, I wanna see the video of this performance.”

“Sure I'll send you the video link bye.” you said walking out the door.

Rodrick stood against the car, leaning with one leg raised and his arms crossed. You stopped for a moment seeing him then kept walking towards the car. You were used to seeing him with eyeliner or “guy liner” as he called it, but tonight he looked different. The black shadow and liner covering his eyelids and under eyes quickly drew attention to his eyes. The ripped loaded diaper shirt, he bleached and drew on using spray paint made him individual and that's how he liked it.

As you came closer, a smile slowly grew on his face.

“Because of you, we're three minutes off schedule, and what are you wearing ? I said grunge, not wanna be. My band is heavy metal, not whatever this is.”

“This is as grunge as I can go without my mom calling an exorcist.”

““Fine, come here.” He said grabbing your face.

He held your face as he used his thumb to smudge your lipstick and eyeshadow. You tried moving your head to break free, but Rodrick kept you in place.

“Rodrick that's enough.”

“Fine.” He said letting go our your face.

Slowly, the car window rolled down to show Mr. Heffley.

“Hey guys, we better get going.”

“Sorry, Mr. Heffley, Rodrick was just fixing my makeup.”

“Oh please Mr. Heffley was my father call me frank.”

Rodrick opened the door, waiting for you to get in, then closed it. The first few minutes of the drive were very quiet until Mr. Heffley turned the radio on, you didn't know the song and doubted, that he did, but he still hummed along to the melody.

“𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔” -𝚛

“𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛” -𝚢/𝚗

“𝚛𝚎𝚍” -𝚛

You rummaged your bag looking for the lipstick then passed it to him. He pulled down the overhead mirror and began slowly applying the lipstick. Lighter on the outer parts and darker on the inner. Using his middle and ring finger, he smudged the lipstick giving, a slight Ombre effect. Using the excess color on his fingers, he dotted then roughly rubbed his cheeks, giving himself a blush.

“Rodrick eh, what's that you got there buddy ?”

“It's lipstick dad, red is in right.”

“Red lipstick might be what's in now, but back in my day it was blue eyeshadow.”

“Oh really ?” He quickly replied in a flat tone.

He ignored him, continuing to talk about blue eyeshadow. Rodrick pulled out his phone and took a picture of himself. He sent it to you with the message.

“𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚑𝚞𝚑” -𝚛

You rolled your eyes with a slight smile looking at the picture. Looking up, you saw Rodrick smiling at you in the mirror. He winked, causing you to look away.

*She always cracks first* He thought.

“Believe it or not, I was actually quite the nerd in high school.”

“Actually, I’d love to hear about it.”

“Dad, I don't think y/n wants to hear about the 1900s.”

“See, Rodrick, someone likes to listen to my stories. I was a big nerd but Rodrick your mom was… what do you call those rock feminist ?” He snapped his fingers, trying to jog his memory.

“A riot girl?”

“That's it.”

“𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖” -𝚛

The rest of the drive, Mr. Heffley continued to talk about high school. You were surprised to learn that Rodrick had a lot more in common with his mom than you thought.

Next chapter ;)

All chapters :)

[itsclydebitches]

Why do people get hung up on whether a gay person in media is a good or bad representation of them? I'm gay and I can tell you we aren't all the same? Being gay is our 1 common trait. So as long as they're gay then you've done it. Gay people can be kind, mean, racist, open, kinky, reserved, shy, outgoing, sexist, and literally anything else under the human experience.

Because I am perpetually hungry, let's tell a story about cookies.

You are a bright-eyed, optimistic, baker in the making. Your goal is to wow the world with your culinary skills, so of course you head to The Best Baking School for your degree. Over the course of your studies you learn how to perfect a thousand different cakes, an equal number of pies, and more versions of brownies than most would even assume exist. But cookies... oh, cookies are your passion! You can't wait to learn about the wealth of cookies you can make too. Then, sure enough, that part of your education finally arrives.

Funny thing is though, it's just chocolate chip.

Surely there's been some mistake? The cookie experience is vast and nuanced! Why in the world are your instructors — supposedly the best in the world — reducing cookies to a single class about baking chocolate chip and chocolate chip alone? Hell, why are cookies so sparse in the curriculum as a whole? You're never asked to bake them as a demonstration, or practice with them, and they're definitely not a given across everyone else's baking experience. Cakes, pies, and brownies... they're the default. Cookies are comparatively rare and when you do get to study them, everyone is super focused on the chocolate chip.

Then you graduate and head out into the world, only to find that pretty much everyone is as cookie-blind as your school. A few years back you never would have found cookies in the average grocery store and yeah, the fact that there's a cookie section now is great, but it's, uh... all chocolate chip! Many bakeries still don't carry cookies at all, but when they do it's - again - chocolate chip. Chocolate chip out in restaurants. Chocolate chip at the bake sale. Your friend invites you over and proudly presents a massive sweets tray that includes a single, sad looking, chocolate chip cookie. They beam at you in pride. Isn't it so great?

"Uh..." you say. "Well..."

Every once in a while someone will switch out milk chocolate for dark chocolate, or add nuts alongside chocolate chips. One bakery was even crazy enough to exclude chocolate chips entirely! Crazy according to the press, anyway. Because for years now you've been shaking your head, wondering what exactly is so progressive about realizing that sugar cookies exist. You've found other bakers interested in cookies and, by god, there are thousands. So many flavors! Gluten free and allergy conscious! Someone even made a sweets tray that was predominantly cookies, can you believe it? The problem is, almost none of them are mainstream. Your friend baking cookies out of their personal kitchen is doing fantastic work, but their baking doesn't have the impact that those grocery chains and established bakeries do. Their work isn't going to fix your school's curriculum. Too many people still think that cookies are exotic somehow. They're not the default. And when they do acknowledge their existence, it's chocolate chip over and over. Until one of them adds those nuts and suddenly the whole country is losing its mind about how inspired, creative, progressive their baking is. Meanwhile, you're ready to scream because that baker doesn't even know that something as "exotic" as a gingersnaps exist!

The worst part? Most of these cookies are... bad. Like they exist, yeah, but good god most don't taste good. And that's the whole point of a cookie?? What is the point of buying cookies if the cookies themselves are awful? You go to these bakeries, these restaurants, your friend's house, and you try the very limited cookies on offer, only to find that they've been sloppily baked. Doesn't anyone care that the baker burned their cookies to a crisp? That another straight up forgot to add sugar? This one dropped his on the floor and still tried to serve it to you! But the overall sense is that you should be grateful for getting any cookies at all. "That cookie is an offense to my taste buds," you say and people shake their head at you, disappointed. "I liked the taste of it," one says. "If you don't like it, go buy a different cookie!" Well... easier said than done. "It's not that bad," another says, shrugging in defeat. "I mean yeah, I don't really like it, and the baker stopped making them two years ago... but I'm just happy to have had any cookie at all, you know?" You do know, but that doesn't mean it's any less frustrating. You look at the hundreds of cakes available, these bakers spending decades perfecting their recipes, and wish cookies had even a fraction of that work put into them. You find people who agree with you, absolutely, but there's this this prevailing sense that a cookie is a cookie. Any cookie will do. Supposedly.

Except go long enough and you feel like you're ready to lose your mind. You take some poor person by the shoulders and go, "Doesn't this bother you? Doesn't this make you furious? There is more to the cookie world than these three flavors, 90% of which is chocolate chip! And we deserve well-made cookies, not the crap they've been upholding as the next culinary masterpiece!"

But this person just shakes their head. "Well of course there's more to cookies than three flavors. There's a huge variety of cookies! I know that."

"Yes, but the world isn't selling that variety."

"Of course they are! Just last week I had an oatmeal raisin. That's amazing!"

"Yeah and how many years did it take you to find that?"

"Well..."

"And how did that oatmeal raisin cookie taste?"

Your prisoner pulls a face. "Ugh, not good. Oatmeal raisin is definitely not for me. It's hard as a rock! I really don't understand why someone would want to eat that on a regular basis."

"But it's not supposed to be hard as a rock!" you cry, waving your arms. "That's the problem! Oatmeal raisin is so goddamn rare and then the one time we get it, it was badly baked. Of course people are turned off by it. Everyone who already loves oatmeal raisin is getting pissed because their favorite cookie is misrepresented, they're unlikely to see more of them now, and everyone is still serving the most tasteless chocolate chip cookies I've ever had, acting like this is the pinnacle of cookie baking! Do you even know that a macron exists?"

The person pats your hand consolingly. "Of course I do. My roommate's sister's boyfriend used to bake macrons, you know. I don't know why you're so hung up on this. Cookies can be whatever the baker wants them to be. Provided they're a flat-ish sweet cake, they're still a cookie!"

You hang your head, giving up. "Yes, they can be so many things, but they're not. Let me know if you ever find a bakery actually making the variety you keep acknowledging exists. Bonus points if those cookies are edible. My soul if they're delicious, as a cookie should be."

"You know," they say, still patting your hand. "There's a bakery making chocolate chip with dark chocolate next year. Everyone is talking about it. You should think about buying one before they take it off the menu!"

You contemplate just walking into the ocean.

Now, incredibly long metaphor concluded... switch out "cookies" for "queer rep"! The representation matters because no, just making them gay isn't enough right now. You're right that queer people can be anything under the sun, but right now media isn't providing us with that variety. It's not enough to acknowledge that such variety exists, it actually has to make it into our books and onto our screen. Taking just characters who identify as gay and putting aside the HUGE variety of other identities for a moment (of which we are mostly lacking in terms of rep), where are the gay asexuals? The gay people of color? The disabled gays? Trans gays? Did your gay character appear for just a handful of episodes? Were they killed off? Are they nothing more than a stereotype or comic relief? Is this the only gay character in your entire story? We need to ask questions like this because though gay people can be anything under the sun, our media landscape has only shown a miniscule portion of that variety.

Today, even in 2021, our representation of gay people is still pretty limited to:

You are only coded as gay and evil

You are only coded as gay and queerbaited

You are canonically gay, but a cis, ablebodied, white person

You are canonically gay, but were written terribly/killed off/punished by the narrative/generally making the real gay people watching you feel awful about their identity

You are canonically gay, but you're not human. Gotta other the queerness by making you an alien/robot/fantasy being

You are canonically gay and that's your entire existence. There is one (1) narrative of how you knew by the time you were four, never questioned your identity after that, suffered through a family that rejected you, and now all your major arcs revolve around being gay. You are gay and that is it.

Despite being a list of six, that's still incredibly limiting. Are there exceptions to such a list? Always, but that doesn't mean the list isn't still dominating. We can look at any individual gay character and say, "Of course they can be evil/white/killed off/a joke/etc. because gay people can be anything at all," but when we look at the trends, when we look at ALL the media together, we see that gay people aren't actually depicted as being anything... they're depicted as being these handful of things, severely limiting how gayness is represented. Bad rep. If you hit up the bakery and question why there's only versions of chocolate chip available yeah, the baker can go, "But cookies can be any flavor! Including chocolate chip!" They are not, technically, wrong. The problem is not that chocolate chip exists, but that chocolate chip dominates and other flavors are rare, ignored entirely, or baked so badly it's actively damaging to that flavor as a whole. Yeah, your gay character can be mean. Or kinky. Or murdered by the story. But when so many gay characters are mean and kinky and murdered by their stories — when you're not getting other versions to balance that out and gay characters are still rare enough that it's just 1-2 characters trying to carry representation for an entire franchise — you start realizing that the claim of "Gay people can be anything else under the human experience" is an easy way to shut down the conversation of whether that variety actually exists in our storytelling yet.

It's not enough for the baker to acknowledge that yeah, of course there are hundreds of cookie flavors and of course cookies taste great! They've actually got to learn how to bake them properly and fill up their store with them.

[fragileizywriting]

Izy... IZY.

I saw that art u showed for flp.

I just wanted to tell u. I. HAVE. BEEN DYING to draw someone- ANYONE! From your AU, EVERYTIME I READ IT. I GO FERAL OVER THE LITTLE DETAILS U ADD, WHETHER IT BEING THE CLOTHES THEY WEAR, their FACIAL FEATURES- EVEN THEIR BODIES. I can't I'm so weaaaaaakkkkkk I RLLY WANNA DRAW THEM SO BADDDDDDD.

BUT whenever I try tho, it's always the character's clothes that always get me. Like I KNOW this is set in a certain period, I just didn't know what!

From the way they lived I thought it was the year 15-1600s. BUT THEN, I remembered how you described Marinette getting dressed, and well IT DOESN'T ADD UP! I've done enough research and even watched TON of videos(def not for this AU no.) of how women got dressed in that time period. The exact detail I remembered that threw me off the loop was her putting stays as an undergarment! And I know that's not in that period, no that's not how they get dressed, unless maybe if she was a noble then maybe I haven't done enough research.

But she's only a commoner!!!(despite marrying a demon prince in the future!) And well... I DON'T KNOW ANYMOREヽ(`д´；)/!!!

I've always just drawn other characters from other shows, in another site so I've always wanted to make my first ml piece by making a small gift for u! I just wanted to know how they really look like(their clothes ofc, im talking abt their clothes)! And... the... time period ur writing in.........

hello anon!!!!! i hope you're doing okay!!!! oh god, i never imagined someone would want to draw this au, eep!!! i'm so glad you want to draw for this au...

you definitely have very important questions, and i hope i can explain!!!

this au isn't exactly set in any exact time period, which is even worse, isn't it? here's how it works out: there are two very distinct places of inspiration i got in order to flesh out this au.

black butler and howl's moving castle.

at the very least, these are two very different time periods, i know.

for black butler, it's where we got the whole "tattoo glowy part and the demon has the same tattoo on them in order to show that they're contracted to one another" type of thing. it's also where we get a lot of the dark elements of the story from.

howl's moving castle is everything else. the magic, the scenary, the sweetness and the calmness even though there's war and destruction in the movie, it's one of my all-time favorites.

i've tried to make the time period as "fantasy" as possible, but there are a couple of things i've made sure to do. for one, marinette wears a chemise under everything. she wears stays, too, and they either lace up the front of the back (the back is her more formal one, since that probably requires a second pair of hands to help her out. familiar chat to the rescue!)

i personally personally personally have taken a huuuge amount of inspiration from these two videos on how they dress for the time period: video one | video two yes, these two are definitely two very different time periods, too! but the delicateness, and the floweryness of the late 1700s combined with the ruggedness and the comfort of late 1800s... i've tried my best to combine them as much as i can, even though it might not have come off as professional... marinette wears nearly identical clothing to video two, but in dark colors instead of denim.

honestly, i should've picked a time period and stuck to it instead of trying to fit different time periods together in order to pretend that this is a completely different world ToT

the tl;dr, anon, is whatever you'd like to draw in whatever clothes, go for it!! the drawing i drew was original from when before i started writing the au, about two or three years ago, so it's definitely wrong now. i didn't fix it when i redid chat, because i totally forgot to!!

i hope this helped...

have a good day!!!

[melaninenthusiasts]

Maldonia | Prince Naveen

Prince Naveen x black reader

"We are never doing this again," I say as I finished getting dressed at the foot of Naveen's bed now sliding the remaining of my dress down.

I don't know how we even got here.

Well, let me re- phrase that:

I know exactly how this how we got here.

A typical drunken night of passion on the night of Maldonia's Independence Day. We were at a party and there we're drinks. Lots and lots of drinks.

And he was just there with that gorgeous brown skin and pretty long eyelashes and charming accent just tempting me to go there with him.

Naveen chuckled to himself at my statement. "You said that after the first round and the second" he licked his lips. "And the third"

I slipped back on my heels. "Well, I mean it this time," I say looking back at him deep into his eyes.

That sexy smirk on his face rose again.

"Wanna go another before we make that official before I go?" He suggested to me.

Wow, I really forgot he was leaving.

I chuckled to myself. "No"

This man is so cocky.

"C'mon, it'll be like goodbye sex. You know I'm leaving for New Orleans."

"To find you a privileged princess," I smirked.

"Ha ha, very funny" he says watching me get dressed. He just layed there in the large bed half naked.

"One day your gonna find a woman who's gonna make your work for love" I say to him and he listens. "Not me though, that shit would be exhausting." I add.

"I'm Prince Naveen of Maldonia. I never work for anything. Women practically drop their panties at the sight of me. Kind of like you did last night."that sexy smirk rises on his face again.

I playfully rolled my eyes at him.

That got me thinking about last night and how everything went down.

There I was at the Independence Day party with my two bestfriends having fun until they ditched me to dance with some guys.

There were our traditional Maldonia colors everywhere. In confetti, people's attire, and of course the drinks. Peach and purple with the Maldonian castle on the flag.

As of now, I was at the bar sipping my Maldonia Martini that was a peach Crown Royal with purple crystals on the outside.

I just wanted to hang with my girls but I guess plans change.

"Another round of shots!" The life of the party, Naveen orders the employees behind the bar.

"Hey, Ria. Enjoying the party?" He looks over to me with a kind smile.

He had just came from being danced on by some women on the dance floor. He's what you call a Ladies' Man.

"The name is Aria, we're not in academy anymore. " I snap stirring my drink.

"Oh okay, my bad" he throws his hands up in defense.

We have known eachother for as long as I can remember. We went to academy together and our families are pretty close-like weekly family dinners close. Ever since his parents cut him off, Naveen has been searching for his Princess Charming. He knows that I don't have the amount of dough of his liking. I dodged that bullet with him. He wouldn't dare do that to me anyway. Whoever he plans to marry for money is their problem.

That's why today he is having his last hoorah for good times sake before he jets off to America—New Orleans.

I was apart of the few people in his circle that new of this. He will be missed-even with his slightly conceited, spolied-self.

"You know Navé, Im gonna miss you Navé. Underneath all of the glitter and gold, there's a nice,kind man." I say to him and he smiles at me.

"I guess I deserve that for calling you by your nickname. I'm gonna miss you too." He says.

"I know your friends ditched you but why are you not out dancing?" He asks. "Let me be your wingman. " Navé says and I shake my head no

"C'mon Ria, you gotta loosen up. There's plenty of guys out here for you to mingle with," Naveen says to me as he waits for his drink beside me at the bar. He was so busy ranting to me that he forgot that he was waiting for a drink. He's a prince, he never does that. Naveen gets what he wants when he wants it. That's just how it is with him.

"Wait, why am I waiting?" He says to himself causing to laugh at him. "What a man got to get another round of shots around here!" Naveen yelled loudly at the bartender.

I laughed at how irritated he was getting on waiting for his drinks. Unlike his usual V.I.P treatment in clubs and venues, this was already an exclusive party. So everyone basically got treated the same.

"Round of shots for the Prince!"the mixer fixed his shots to his liking.

"So what happened to Brandon?" He asks me referring to my ex. Naveen and I haven't seen eachother in a while so we were catching up.

"Brandon," I corrected him. "And he cheated. It's whatever."

"Are you serious? If I ever see him I'll-" he started to get mad. "How could he do that to you? You're gorgeous, sexy, and kind of nice" I chuckled playfully hitting him at that last part.

"But seriously...how?" He scoffs to himself in frustration.

"Here," Naveen passes me the Maldonian alcohol in the shot glass.

"To my last hoorah and getting you a night of passion," he says before linking arms with me as we both through our heads back taking the shots. I immediately felt the burn go to my throat. We unhooked arms.

"Woo!" Naveen exclaims in excitement.

"So, how you feeling about leaving?" I ask him.

"You know, I'm actually kind of scared. I've been here my entire life and never been on my own before. It's about damn time." He says admittedly.

"But I'm hella excited for New Orleans. The culture, the scenery, the music. I just need a new environment."

"I get that. But you'll be fine. Just do whatever your heart tells you."

Before I knew it, we talked some more and he helped me muster the courage to dance with someone as he did the same. I was on the dancefloor grinding my hips on a man I had just met.

Naveen locked eyes with me as he looked unamused by the girl grinding on him. The stunning woman felt all on his body pushing herself onto him but all he could do was gaze at me.

The man I was still dancing on hugged my waist squeezing me tightly as we motioned to the rhythm of the music.

Once we both then switched partners to dance with eachother.

"Let's go," I pull him closer to whisper in his ear. His lingering eyes gaze deep into mines in desire. I then took his hand leading us out of the party.

_______

"I-I'm gonna do you soo hard," I slur out to him tugging his shirt closer to me. I chuckle drunkenly and started nibbling on ear. Sending teasing pecks on his jawline, I felt a smile rise on his face.

"Fucking would be nice, eh?" He says to me with that charming accent.

His hands trail from my waist to my ass squeezing it passionately. My lips gravitated to his getting lost in them. The kisses grew from being innocent to sloppy.

We were now the leaning against the wall of the private elevator of his Royal Suite. We had entire suite to ourselves. And I was going to make sure to christen all of the rooms.

I got excited as we were rising up to our floor. Sticking my tongue down his throat with my arms around his neck, Naveen picked me up to wrap my legs around his waist. Without breaking the kiss,he managed to unlock the door.

We were now in the spacious white livingroom area accented with golden decorations. I threw my head back as Navé sent teasing pecks all throughout my neck.

"Are you ready for this?" He murmurs as his lips brushes against the skin of my neck.

"I should be asking you that question" I say I he lays us on the couch.

______

We got a little hunger after the first round. Here we were in the kitchen area looking for something to snack on.

With nothing but Naveen's white button down and a pair of lace panties on, I searched in the large refrigerator for a snack.

Naveen comes over behind me shirtless with his arms wrapped around me. He started sending teasing pecks on my neck.

I then grabbed the bowl of strawberries to take a bite of one. He then ate the remaining of it from my hand.

He then let go of me to grab a few things as I sat on the wide kitchen counter.

I continued eating strawberries as ge turned around with a few things in his hands. Whipped cream, honey, and chocolate syrup.

"For the strawberries, " he says and I chuckle. Naveen makes his way over to me standing in between my legs.

I grab the spray can of whipped cream and eat some. I nod my hand at how good it was.

Naveen then takes the can.

After spraying a bit of whipped cream on my neck, he licks it off.

I giggled at the sensation.

"You like that?" His eyes lingered in mines.

"Yeah," I smiled.

Naveen then snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Can I atleast get a goodbye kiss?" Navé asks. "One for the road?" He pouts his lips. I couldn't help but eye his built physique.

This man is so greedy I swear.

I roll my eyes making my way over to him sitting down on the bed. I gravitate my lips towards his once again feeling his soft touch. His tongue waved it's way down my throat and I couldn't seem to break the kiss. His hand felt on my thigh urging me to go there again.

"Okay, maybe this one last time," I chuckle to myself.

"Arania" he said before I could leave. I looked over to him. "Yes, Navé?"

"You we're the one who got away. How did I loose you?" He asked me and I had no words.

Hearing him say that was everything but it wasn't enough for us to be anything. We both knew that.

Lost for words, I just shrugged. "I don't know" I say.

"Have fun in New Orleans. And remember what I said." I say before exiting his spacious bedroom suite.

THE END

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