#i dont care about realistic biology i laugh at realistic biology

[kinkymagnus]

Remember when we were talking about Malec having tails?

I have such a weakness for shifter fics and/or other plots that give characters animalistic features.

Tails, wings, claws, tentacles.... so many possibilities, so little time.

(Did you remember to take a break and drink enough water today?)

Animalistic features that are always there, or those that come out in specific circumstances/situations. If the character either wills them into existence, or loses control over keeping them hidden.

Full or half animal shift.

And do we keep it to animals that are currently in existence, or are extinct species fair game as well? And what about fantastical beasts, like griffins and loch ness monsters and *dragons*!!!!

so fucking true. there's just so much good shit to explore.

tails: twitching or needing to be restrained, or if they're prehensile, making him control it 👀 or if it's alec, using it tease magnus 👀

wings: once again i love a good like secondary feature that twitches/gives away their emotions when they're trying to keep it together, but like also. alec wrapping wings around magnus in a warm embrace, like almost protectively??? im a slut for that shit.

claws: hot 👀on either of them, but like also the intimacy of being careful and of trusting--clawed hands near magnus's throat but he isn't scared bc alec would never hurt him... or like, magnus with claws and he's too worked up to control them so he can't touch himself and he's all desperate for alec to??????? 👀👀👀

tentacles: YOU KNOW IM A SLUT FOR TENTACLES. FUCK YES. particularly with alec having them because like. you can tease, fuck, and cuddle him at the same time. bondage but the bondage is your partner's hands all over you. affectionate and cuddly but also teasing and maddening and a little rough ;)

so true, it's good in so many ways on so many levels like. so many good options!! just plain old hot monster alec? alec who can shift into a more monstrous form and magnus being like 👀? magnus with a more monstrous form/features but alec is just like oh my god you're so beautiful.... and also So Fucking Hot wtf this is unfair? alec--a bit cheesy but i dont care--just inexplicably Having Some Sort Of Monster Dick? good for him. THEY'RE ALL SO GOOD

dragons bitch you have NO IDEA!!!! HOW MANY FUCKING DRAGON ALEC AUS I HAVE!!!!!! SO MANY!!!!!!! im actually actively not-really-writing one right now bc i think i'm extremely funny that's basically mostly crack/smut but also a lot of angst snuck in. ANYWAY not the point. i just think dragon alec spoiling magnus and decking him out in jewels and pretty things and also rawing him senseless with his Big Dragon Cock is. good

[killthe-illusionarydreams]

Chronic Emptiness

Fred x reader

After the war

Summary: Y/N having a depressive episode & Fred trying to help her through it. Basically me living vicariously through her. Soft moment.

Warning: Mentions of depression & plainly feeling like shit

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Y/N was exhausted. Not by her job or work, just mentally drained. This sort of thing happened sometimes. One moment she was okay, the next it all came crashing down on her & she’d feel pure hatred for the world she was living in. Fred had gotten used to it by now, he’d be the ever so caring boyfriend & try to help her through it however he could. Exept he really couldnt do much but reassure Y/N that he was there for her.

And of course Y/N appreciated him & all his efforts, she loved Fred more than life itself & everyone knew that. But sometimes she just needed space. Like today.

They were at a bar with George & Angelina and several other mates after their shifts had all ended from their various occupations. George & Fred at their joke shop, Angelia at the Ministry, Y/N at St Mungos.

Y/N never truly felt like she belonged, not growing up at home, not at Hogwarts, & certainly not in St Mungos where she was working as a nurse. Its not that she hated the job, more like it didn’t particularly cause her immediate joy. She just did it. She got on with it & did what she had to.

As her friends were dancing to the music Y/N leant into her boyfriends ear so he’d hear her say “Hey Fred I think I’m gonna head home early today, I’m tired.”

The man looked up at her, as if trying to read her thoughts “D’you want me to come with love?”

Y/N shook her head, declining the offer “No dont worry. I’ll go through the park, I need some fresh air anyway.” Fred nodded & bid her goodbye with a kiss, telling her to stay safe. “I’ll see you at home.”

It was already dark outside, the tall streetlamps being the main source of light for the woman, but she wasnt really paying attention to where she way going, not caring enough to look. Y/N got to the park near the flat where her & Fred lived, deciding to make a pitstop there she sat on one of the wooden benches that overlooked a small river.

Letting out a heavy sigh she put her head into the palms of her hands, it was feeling all too heavy lately. “Dear Merlin I’m so tired.” Mumbling, the woman rolled her head in her hands before sitting back up and gazing at the sky. Oh how beautiful it looked tonight.

Lighting up a cigarette, she put it to her lips & took a long inhale. She was supposed to be quitting smoking, Fred always got on her about continuing the habbit. In all honesty Y/N didnt care enough to stop, at this point she wasnt even sure if she still got the same boost of seratonin from smoking as she used to. But again, it didnt bother her.

“Fuck me why is life so draining?” She asked no one in particular, she knew why it was draining, the abundance of issues with her brain promptly being the answer. She just wished it were easier. Easier to deal with things.

Realistically Y/N had nothing to be unhappy about anymore, there was no war, she had a good life, an amazing boyfriend, a stable job, decent friends. But there was a permanent void in her heart that could never be filled. Ever since she was a child it stayed with her. Maybe her cold & harsh, unloving parents brought it on, or maybe how she didnt let herself feel love & would distance herself from anyone that ever got close to her. But it was there. Unmovable.

The woman let the smoke out from her mouth, sighing at why she was having another one of her episodes, feeling shitty about having said episode. Yet, there was nothing she could do to stop it from occuring. “Fuck off brain.” She mumbled to herself, cursing her biology & upbringing “Stop feeling so Shit.”

“I keep you alive you ungrateful idiot.” She huffed to herself “And I’m doing a pretty good job, so stop making me feel like its my fault.” It wasnt her fault. If it were, Y/N would know how to fix it & evidently stop feeing this way.

Some would say the war brought this Y/N on, but people knew that she was like this way before. However, before she was better at hiding it. Better at hiding the dark circles, the restlessness, the ‘I dont care what happens to me’ attitude. In all honesty it didnt bother Y/N that people knew she was like this, she didnt do it on purpose. And when she could- she’d be happy- the life of the party, in those instances she could hide her feelings. But sometimes they just got too overwhelming to bare.

“You’re being such a selfish prick.” She sighed and puffed on yet another cigarette “Go home Y/N. Go to the man who loves you.” Yet she made no motion to move. It’d probably been two hours since she left the bar, she wasnt keeping track of time, not feeling the need to.

Sometimes she thought that Fred didnt love her, not because he said something or did something, but because she thought that Fred puts up with her. Which wasn’t true, the man loved her to death, she made him feel alive. Y/N was a risk taker, an adventurer, someone that kept you on your toes- & he admired that about her. Y/N was smart & funny & the most gorgeous person Fred had ever seen, but he knew that behind her sarcasm & faux narcissistic comments, she didnt believe it. Oh what he’d give for the woman to see herself through his eyes.

A few more minutes passed & the woman got up with a sigh, throwing the butt of her cigarette down, she made her way home.

The door creaked open, a little too loudly for Y/N’s taste, she winced at the sound, hoping it wouldnt wake Fred.

“Where were you?” The light flicked on. Before her stood a dischevelled Fred, arms crossed “I got home and you werent here.”

“I was in the park.” She mumbled, taking her coat off “Lost track of time, sorry.”

Fred looked at the woman before him, he noticed the dark circles that she tried to cover prefousley with makeup, noticed the ash on her jacket and faint aroma of smoke mixed with sadness.

“Its fine.” He reassured her and went to hug her, pretending to not notice her cold body & how she stiffened when he touched her “Just let me know next time alright?”

The woman hummed in agreement and walked into the living room, as she sat on the couch she put the tv on to play some sort of muggle program but not really paying attention to it. She just didnt fancy Fred interrogating her about her feelings. She hated talking about them, normally just botteling them up. Maybe that was the cause of her unhappiness.

A few moments went by & she thought Fred had went to bed, but then she felt the couch sink next to her. “Here” he placed a blanket around her & handed her a hot mug of tea “You’re freezing.” Mumbling a thanks she sipped on her drink, not really feeling like talking she waited for him to say something, anything.

And he did “Is it getting bad again?” Oh. Was it? Probably. Most definitely.

“I’m fine.” She lied “I’ll be fine.” Y/N wasnt convincing anyone.

Fred watched her, not knowing what to say or do. He wished he could help, just magically cheer up the love of his life. But thats not how life worked. “You’re good enough.” He blurted out “You deserve to feel happy.”

Y/N didnt look up at him, she knew Fred was trying to help. But was he? I dont know.

“Do I though, do I really?” She finally asked with a sigh, those seemed to be coming from her a lot lately “Because I know I do, I just dont feel it coming to me and its so draining to get on with life when you feel worthless.”

Fred took in what she just said, pausing before trying to come up with a reasonable response “I know.” He sighed “I want to help you Y/N, what can I do?” What could he do though? Realistically?

“I dont know. Nothing. This’ll pass soon enough and I’ll be okay.”

Fred knew that, Y/N was always ‘okay’ or ‘fine’ or ‘just tired’ “But I want you to be better than okay. I want you to be happy, to enjoy life and all its moments.”

Y/N scoffed “And you think I dont want that?” There was a tense silence

“Why dont we take the day off tomorrow and go out somewhere? We havent done that in a while.” Fred suggested. It was true, with both of them being bombarded by work they hardly saw eachother in the last few months.

“Sure.” Y/N smiled sickly and set her tea down “Yeah alright I’ll just sack my job off to have a fun little date with you eh? Why not risk getting fired just because I’m feeling a little moody huh?”

Fred was taken aback by her words and immediately went back on what he said “If you dont want to thats fine I-“

“Im sorry” she cut him off “I’m sorry, that was a dick move I didnt mean it, just everythings gotten so much-“ she put her feet up on the couch to hug them “Im sorry.” A few stray tears fell onto her knees

Fred moved closer to her “Hey, its okay, its okay dont worry. I understand.” Oh sweet understanding Fred, Fred who gave you unconditional love and support. Fred who you keep snapping at.

Moments pass as he embraces you, your body leaning against his heavily. Not sure whether its the exhaustion or something else “I dont deserve you.” You mumble into his chest. He frowns cups your face in his hands, you lean in to his warm touch.

“Dont say that” you let out a quiet sob “Y/N you deserve the absolute world, and I wish I could give it to you & more. If I could take away your pain, I would. In an instant I would. You dont deserve to feel like this, to think like this. But I’m here for you okay. I love you, so fucking much you don’t understand.” He gazed into her eyes, wishing she could feel how much he meant it “You’re the best thing that happened to me & I’m going to prove it to you, whatever it takes Y/N.” He kissed your nose before letting you hug him tighter, relieved that you no longer shrunk away from his touch “Words cant express how much I love you.”

After a few more tears fall, Y/N laughs into his chest “Good because you’re stuck with me.”

Fred grins to himself “I wouldnt have it any other way.”

[sharknadoslutt]

In The Name of Science - Part 1

Prompt: Dr. Dellum Asajoh is practicing medicine on Coruscant while she studies to unlock the secrets behind controlling the aging process. The planet is now crawling with the very product of accelerated aging, Clone Troopers. Having become obsessed with understanding their biology Dell comes up with a master plan. What better way to get their DNA for her studies than to seduce one of the unsuspecting troopers herself? 

Pairing: Captain Rex X OFC

Warnings: Mild sexual content, mentions of alcohol, and other adult themes.

Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4

A/N: I’m sorry if the first chapter is a bit boring but it’s very much so a set-up chapter. Chapter two and three are straight up smut stories so that’ll be fun! Let me know if you want me to tag you in future chapters :)

The hustle of the booming city roared around Dellum as she stayed hidden in a side alley, her green eyes observing the unsuspecting pedestrians passing by. With a racing heart she pressed her back against the cold wall, darkness covering her completely. Mere minutes felt like hours as she waited for someone specific. Well, sort of specific anyways…

The woman had a plan that was more or less harmless. She just needed some DNA samples from a clone trooper. Any clone would do. Why? Well in the name of medical science! Science that could potential save hundreds of lives throughout the galaxy. 

Of course a blood sample would be preferable but that really wasn’t a realistic goal. So she’d have to settle with a bit of hair, some skin cells, and a semen sample. Clone troopers may have been produced by advanced science but even a clone was still just a man at heart and Dell was well aware of how men looked at her.

She made sure to dress a little more suggestive than she normally would, even for a party out in the city. Her curves were presented boldly through a tight fitting sleeveless one piece which was stitched with a shimmering silver thread. This shined brilliantly compared to the dark grey hue of the leather suit. Her royal blue cloak was made of a glistening silk and draped over her shoulders. The fabric was held together by a silver metal clasp laying inches above the neck of her suit. This left a generous window of skin and presented her cleavage neatly for all to see.

Most civilians who didn’t have day to day interactions with the military didn’t really know a whole lot about the clone troopers, including what they looked like beneath the armor. There were silly theories among the public that they were actually just a new generation of super battle droids and not really men at all. Considering how they were never really seen in public without their armor, it wasn’t the craziest rumor that rolled through the galaxy. In reality it was just speculation born from ignorance. Dell too had been none the wiser until a few weeks ago.

She was Doctor at the Grand Republic Medical Facility on Coruscant. With it being a military facility frequented by visiting Senators, and the occasional Jedi, Dell had surely witnessed her fair share of interesting sights.  

A few weeks ago a Jedi knight and his clone squadron had been quarantined at their facility after being exposed to deadly disease on a backwater planet during a humanitarian mission. Most Doctors had curiously visited the group when they first arrived, surprised to see a bunch of men... Clone men, instead of droids.

With proper precautions and a hazmat suit, Dell had been the one to treat the team. During medical treatment she had built a fine rapport with the team and had eventually gathered the courage to inquire about how exactly they had came to be. 

The clones didn’t really offer a whole lot of information, Dell assumed it to be confidential, but what they did mention interested her tremendously. Especially how they aged twice as fast as a normal man. 

Despite searching multiple databases and digital libraries she wasn’t able to find any information whatsoever relevant to the clone troopers. So, determined to find out more she had to take matters into her own hands. 

The Troopers under her care had been infected with a deadly virus so their DNA was certainly out of the question. However one of the men had mentioned there was a Cantina that catered to Clones on the East side of the city called 79′s.

After that learning that, Dell knew what she had to do, and that’s what brought her here this very night. She stood in a side alley just a few blocks away from the Cantina and waited for an unsuspecting trooper to pass by. There were a few times where they walked in groups.

It felt like hours before a lone clone passed the alley. He wore black combat pants and a long sleeved black shirt. For the most part this is what the clones under her care at the hospital sported, and from what she gathered it’s what they may have worn on their down time. Dell planned to stage a situation where it seemed she hadn’t known the man to be a clone, and from there get him back to her apartment. 

Taking a deep breath Dell stepped forward toward the street before forcing her body to stumble onto the pavement. She whimpered out in pain, actually managing to land in such a way that hurt her a bit. Dell had always had a flare for the dramatic but nothing could top the cry of genuine pain.

“A-Are you alright, miss?!” The man inquired, genuine concern in his voice. 

“Oh I’m just fine!” Looking up at the tall man with glittering green eyes Dell sat up. As she adjusted herself the edges of her cloak pulled past her shoulders to display her bulging cleavage. “I’m sorry about that! These blasted shoes keep making me fall.”

The man was wide eyed and obviously taken aback by the sudden actions that had taken place. Despite this he kindly approached to assist Dell back to her feet. She had expected this much.  

With the clone now before her she had a chance to look him over. Obviously he was identical to the patients under her care back at the Hospital, but still somehow different. He had striking blond hair to set him apart from his clone brothers and Dell couldn’t help but to notice how nice the shade went with his soft brown eyes. There was no denying that these men all had a handsome structure. Tall, strong broad shoulders, and a thick chizzled face. Tonight surely wouldn’t be too bad an experience.

“No need to be sorry..” His chocolate brown eyes avoided her own as he held out a hand, offering to pull her up. He spoke confidently but his flushed cheeks revealed just how nervous he was. “I’m just glad you are okay.”

She gladly took his hand and he pulled her back up to her feet, after which she carefully stumbled forward into his chest.. She did so in such a way that had each of her hands placed over his pecks.

The clone tensed up and chuckled awkwardly, he obviously hadn’t the slightest clue how to react to this situation. Dell let out a small laugh before stepping back, peering up in the blonds eyes.  

“Thank you for the helping hand.” The dark haired woman took a step back, still smiling up at him.

The man stammered for a brief moment, as if at a loss of words. “Just be more careful, Miss. You could have really hurt yourself.” He finally said.

“I dont normally hang out in dark alleys like this, I promise.” Dell chortled, trying to pry some interaction out of him. “I thought I heard a tooka cat trapped in one of the waste bins.” She pointed back down the side alley. “I was right as it turns out… Once I lifted the lid the little guy ran right past me and back down the alley.”

“That was kind of you.” He commented, his voice seemingly more at ease now that Dellum had given him some space. “A lot of people would have just kept walking.”

“You mean most people in Galactic city.” She half laughed. “People on this planet need to learn that a little act of kindness goes a long way. Anyways-” She reached her hand out, ready to shake his. “I’m Dellum by the way, but most people call me Dell.”

Nodding in acknowledgement the man straightened his posture before reciprocating the hand shake. “I’m Rex.” He smiled softly at her, trying to be friendly.

“Rex.” She repeated and gave his hand a playful squeeze before letting it go. “Nice to meet you, Rex. I haven’t really seen you around before-” As she spoke the dark haired girl stepped back on her right foot, executing the next part of her plan. “-are you new in thes-”

As planned the heel of her shoe snapped in half, making her fall back onto her butt. Letting out a small cry in staged surprise she put on a wide eyed expression.

“Careful there!” The clone known as Rex cried out and knelled down on the sidewalk beside her, seemingly very concerned. “You just have an knack for falling, huh?” He chuckled a bit, still avoiding eye contact as he scanned her body to make sure she was fine.

“You’re just in the right place at the right time, I guess.” As she spoke Dell reached over to grab the part of her heel that had broken off. Holding it up she looked at Rex, noting his concerned expression. “I guess this is what the galaxy does to a woman just trying to help the little city animals.”

“Oh, you shouldn’t think of it like that.” He chuckled. “What do they say after all, bad things happen to good people?” 

“That’s a bold assumption for a person you just met in the street.” Dell teased, smirking mischievously. “I could be a spice smuggler for all you know. With a body count higher than you could even trace.”

Rex cleared his throat and tried his best not to show just how nervous he was about all this playful banter. If he didn’t know better he’d say this girl was flirting with him. He was all for military protocol and shooting clankers but interacting with civies was something he had very little experience in, especially beautiful women in such provacative outfits. 

“You’re not... I just have a good sense about people, you seem like a good gal.”

“That’s awful sweet, Rex.” Dell spoke softly as she peered into his eyes.

A quick moment passed where the two strangers crossed eyes and remained in a comfortable silence. There was a strange feeling of quiescence that just felt natural. Rex snapped back into reality rather quickly however and scrambled to help Dellum back to her feet, realizing she was still sitting on the dirty city floor. 

Once she was back to standing, Dell thanked him once more.  Struggling to keep her balance she sighed. With one broken shoe and a large pump on the other, it was hard to stand up straight. She may have done all this to herself but every struggle was genuine. 

“I swear I’m not normally this uncoordinated.” Dell assured him, running her fingers through her wavy dark hair. “You probably think I’m drunk but.. I swear I haven’t even had one sip.” She noticed how his eyes fell to her exposed chest so she placed a hand on her hip, purposely pulling her cloak to the side to expose her curves. “I’ve never been one to wear heels like this. I only just purchased these today and now that I’ve taken a stroll around, well, I might as well have just given my credits straight to the Hutts .. saved myself the hassle.”

Rex actually found himself laughing at her comment, enjoying her humor. “I’m sure I wouldn’t have been any better, things look like a pain in the neck.”

Dell smiled at him and this time it was genuine. The blond seemed very kind and in another life perhaps they could have enjoyed a few rounds together at the bar only to fall into bed together naturally. But in today's reality she had plans to execute and only needed him for one night... 

“I can’t thank you enough for helping me off my ass… twice.” She shrugged. “But I’ll let you get on your way, I need to head back home.” 

Taking a step forward she wobbled but stayed on her feet. She continued to walk down the street, pretending to struggle more than she actually was. “You have a good night, Rex!”

“You sure you’ll be alright?” The clone asked after a second, obviously concerned by her lack of balance.

“Yeah, I dont live to far to go.” She pretended to stumble only to catch herself mid-fall. Her wobbling her arms put on a the illusion of a real balancing act. She took another few steps forward and grew concered when Rex didn’t say anything else. Until he did, that is..

“Well, if you dont live to far, then please allow me to escort you home.” He offered.

Bingo.

“No, you dont have too do that!” She protested, however this is exactly what she had wanted. 

“Oh, but I insist. I’d spend the rest of my night assuming that you fell down face first on the pavement.” He gestured down the street to a shady cantina. “And as I’m sure you know some faces in this city are not as friendly as mine.”

Dellum paused for a moment to give off the idea that she was genuinely still considering refusing his offer. “Well you're quite the gentleman, aren’t you, Rex?” She finally mused, flashing him a brilliant smile only to earn one back in return. 

“No, I-I wouldn’t say that!” He rubbed the back of his head bashfully, chuckling a bit. “Just like you said, a little act of kindness goes a long way, right?”

Amused, Dell nodded and pointed down the street. “My apartment is about a fifteen minute walk past the market. If your truly up for it.”

“Certainly ma’am.” He extended his arm for her to link onto, a way to give her balance during their walk. When she locked her arm with his Rex couldn’t help but to blush a deep shade of red, not used to touching another person in such a situation.

And so the two strangers walked arm in arm through the rough streets of Coruscant, making light conversation that came very naturally. Their pace was slow, due to Dell’s shoe situation, but neither of them minded very much.

Rex was under the impression that Dell was just a normal woman who hadnt known what he really was. It wasn’t abnormal, there were plenty of civies who didn’t recognize a trooper without his armor. It was kind of nice to feel like a regular man for once. A normal man walking a beautiful woman home. No ‘Yes sir’ or exhausting military formalities… just a taste of normalcy, something Rex knew he would never have. It was nice to pretend. 

Dell lived in a building on the higher-end side of town and Rex noticed the prestigious qualities right away. He had to wonder exactly what Dell did as a means to afford this. As they arrived in the lobby of her building she removed her shoes.

“Now that we’re off of the disgusting city streets I can go the rest of the way bare foot.” She held both shoes with her hand as the door to the elevator opened. “Do you want to come upstairs for a drink?” She chimed, a subtle playfulness to her voice. “I have some Corellian brandy that’s just no fun to drink alone.”

Rex felt as if his stomach had fallen out of his body, rolled out into the street, and been trampled by a parade of Wookies. She was inviting him upstairs, to her apartment? To her personal living space? Him? Rex and his clone brothers may not have a lot of experience with intricate social situations like this but he was no fool, he knew what she intended by inviting him up. 

The moment of silence which passed as the man processed what she had asked of him alarmed Dell, giving her a sense of doubt to her master plan. So she took up the sex appeal a notch, desperate to keep things on schedule. 

“I-If not I understand.” She paused for a brief moment, running a hand through her curly chorchol hair so that it wafted down the side of her face. She then reached out and gave Rex’s shoulder a suggestive squeeze. “But I’ve just enjoyed your company so much an-”

“I-I enjoyed yours too!” He blurted out, immediately feeling embarrassed and flustered. He was on high alert, as awake and cautious as he would be on any battlefield. But he wasn’t at war today.. now was he? For the first time he let his brown eyes shamelessly wonder to the girls exposed skin, he unforgivingly stared at her cleavage. He could feel his cock twitch in excitement and he knew his face probably glowed beyond red.

He’d never seen a naked woman for himself. Of course all of the clones knew what sex was, it was a part of the social learning process back on Kamino. There had been a few clones that he knew of (Fives included) that claimed to have actually gone all the way with another person. As far as socializing with civies went there were strict rules about what one could and could not do. There were technically no rules that explicitly stated sexual intercourse was off-limits, only that having a committed relationship or fathering children was prohibited. 

“So..?” Dell chirped quietly, licking her lips as she stepped into the elevator, motioning for the man to follow. It was only then had Rex realized just how long he had been in quiet thought.

“I’d love too.” He finally said, trying his best to sound as smooth as possible. The clone followed her before the doors closed. For once the man was at a lost, not having the slightest clue as to what he should expect. 

I tagged some people I thought may be interested! @deepseacritter @pretty-fly-for-a-jedi @rex-ol-boy @arandompuffin @littlemisscancer @floral-and-fine 

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@letalisinsania submitted:

Hey :) I wrote something for you, nothing special. I was inspired by your headcannon with Kingfield in the coffeeshop and came up with this. So, this is for you, hope you like it, take care <3

Claudette yawned, laying her head from side to side, letting her neckbones crack. Dwight hissed „Can you stop that please, you know I hate that sound“ - „Well we actually all hate that sound“ Nea grinned, putting another stack of to-go-cups on the counter. Claudette yawned again, rubbing her eyes before looking back in her biology book. She had been up almost all night studying. Dwight saw the light in her room when he went to the kitchen twice, rumbling around in the fridge, trying to distract himself.He was someone who als always in his thoughts, thinking too much, but lately it got much worse. Not in a bad way though, but if your job requires you to handle coffee brewers, you better focus.

„Hey, the counter is clean enough“ he snapped out, his supervisor Jake pointing at the counter, that Dwight just cleaned for the fifth time. He sighted and put the cloth away. Almost 9am. He really hated this job, but he had to earn money to support himself for college. His parents didn’t do it, and they also didn’t really care if he went to college, or care in general, so he was on his own with that. Dwight hat gotten used to it since he was a kid, that his existence was accepted, but nothing that anyone seemed to enjoy or be exited about. He didn’t learn it any different, so he went along with it. He sighted, 2 more minutes till 9am. Was he unhappy? He couldn’t really answer that question. Sure there were people who had it worse, we wasn’t someone who complains, but he wished he could go out of his head sometimes.

The doorbell jingled, making Dwight leaving his trail of thoughts. He didn’t have to look up; the footsteps became familiar to him over the last few weeks, and even if that person would be floating into the coffeeshop; he would still knew it was him, since Dwight instantly felt the weird combination of his heart racing and his mind calming down.

„Good Morning Dwight“ he looked up. Hearing him say his name made his heart skip a few beats, every single time. „Good Morning David“ he said, and he was sure that his voice was shaking. „Damnit“ Dwight cursed at himself in his head.

„How are you?“ David smiled widely and sweetly. Good now that you are here. Great now that I get to see you. Tired since I usually spend my nights thinking about you. Hugging you. Your lips. Kissing you. Sad because I know you will never think this way about me….

Dwight cleared his throat. „Fine, how about yourself?“ David crooked his head, rubbing trough his hair. „I can’t complain.“ He was still smiling, a smile that could conquer a whole world.

Dwight remembered when David came into the coffeeshop for the first time. How he looked around, hesitant, and Dwight couldn’t take his eyes off him. That guy instantly fascinated him, and it wasn’t for his muscly arms, or that mischievous smile, not even the beautiful, deep eyes that were to die for. No, it was how David made him feel. How he stood there, at the other side of the counter, looking at him, and the carousel in Dwights mind stopped. All his thoughts were washed away. He just felt calm, comfortable..and peacefull. He couldnt stop staring at David and didn’t even mind if someone noticed. If someone talked about it. If someone talked about him at all. Nea tried to take Davids order but Claudette took her arm, talking about problems with the whipped cream, shoving her to the backroom.

David was still smiling at Dwight, didn’t make a move to order or say something. So Dwight just smiled back, feeling lighthearted and lightheaded. If it wouldn’t have been for Jake, who got impatient and forced Dwight to take Davids order, maybe they would still be standing there.

„The same as usual?“ - „Well you know me“ Dwight smiled, letting David pay for the coffee, waiting for Claudette to make it. There was no chance that he would leave the counter, letting this for him precious minutes pass until the order was ready. And Claudette made sure she was slowly. Very slowly.

„You have classes later?“ David asked. In the last weeks they both learned something about the other one every day. It wasn’t much, but Dwight clinged on every second, every word. „Yes, only afternoon classes today, after that, Claudette, Nea and I gonna go watch a movie“ - „Which one?“ David asked. „The new Thor one“ - „Oh thats cool, I wanted to see that one too“ - „Well, you should go see it, I gonna tell you tomorrow how it was.“ Dwight answered and smiled, not seeing Nea, who cleaned up a table, burying her face into her hands and shaking her head. „Order for David is ready“ Jake yelled a tone too loud. Dwight sighted, with Jake being here today, the time talking to David got a lot shortened. „Oh, seems like I have to get going.“ David said but didn’t make a move. „Dwight, there are customers waiting!“ Jake placed the to-go-cup in front of him, before heading to the backroom.

Dwight and David both reached out for the cup, their fingertips touching. It felt like a electric shock for Dwight, he pulled back, trying to cover up his feelings with a smile. David stared at the cup, just a moment too long, as he was about to say something. Then he cleared his throat. „Goodbye, see you tomorrow.“ He headed out, Dwight still looking after him after he was long gone.

„Youre such an idiot!“ Nea blurted out when they were on their way to the movies. „What have I done now?“ Dwight asked, already playing all kinds of scenarios where he could potentially have fucked up in his head.

„David!“ - „David?“ he asked. „Yes!“ She playfully hitted him on his chest „He wanted you to ask him out! He wanted to see the movie with you and youre all like „you should see it I gonna tell you how it was“ man, that was painful to watch. So, you’re an idiot.“ Dwight laughed fakely „If you really think he wants to go out with me, well, then clearly YOU are the idiot.“ She rolled her eyes. „Girl, back me up on this.“ Claudette layed her hand on Dwights shoulder. „Shes right, that guy is totally into you. We both watch this prancing that you two do every day. Just ask him tomorrow if he wants to see the movie with you.“ Dwight sighted „It’s nice of you to say that, but be realistic. A guy like that could never like me. Or love me. I can’t imagine how anyone ever could. Especially not if I like him back.“ Claudette stopped in her tracks „Stop talking yourself down like that, please. How come youre always at ease when hes around, you talk so freely with him, but after he leaves…“ - „I dont feel like going to the movies anymore. I wanna be alone.“ - „Dwight…“ but Dwight just walked away, heading home, leaving Claudette and Nea behind. Unfortunatly, his bad thoughts followed him, all the way home. Into his room.

Dwight layed on his bed staring at the ceiling. He played his meeting with David this morning over and over in his head again. Were the girls right? No it couldnt be. David was just a guy who likes coffee, not him. Who likes a nice conversation in the morning, not him. There was nothing special or interesting about him, no matter how often the girls told him. He rolled on his side, hiding his face in his pillow. Truth was, he wanted David to tell him. He always felt special when he was around him, special to David. But he knew, only because he was feeling like that, didn’t mean this feeling was mutual. He doubted that he was special to David. Or anything at all to him. Dwight laughed to himself. „Maybe I should just ask him to go see the movie with me. Whats the worst that could happen? I could never see him again. Never. And thats why I would never dare…“

When he got up the next morning Dwight felt really bad for ditching the girls like that. Thats not how he usually was, they were his friends, they wanted to help him, and he acted out on them. He wanted to apologize, but Claudette and Nea didn’t even let him finish. „No reason to apologize, we shouldn’t have pushed you like that, all right?“ Claudette smiled and them hugged him. Dwight sighted, that didn’t take away his guild but it made him slidely feel better. They opened the coffeeshop and Dwight found himself staring at the clock, getting more and more impatient each second.

„Calm down man, he will come“ - „Its almost 9:30, he wont come!“ Nea patted his back „He will! And Jake comes in later so dont worry, I will fuck his coffee up many times, you will have all the time in the world to talk to him“ she grinned. Dwights mind was racing. What if someone happened to David? That thought alone made his chest feel so tight that it was hard to breathe. Or what if he grew tired of coming here? What if he decided the good coffee isnt worth an annoying barista? What if he hates me? What if he really wanted me to ask him out..oh god what if he thinks I hate him? But well, what if he hates me?? And I never see him again?? He took of his glasses and a deep breath. He wouldnt have a mental breakdown right here right now. But what if David really hated him? It wouldnt surprise him at all. Maybe it would be for the better if he never came back. After all, Dwight was used to being let down, being alone wasnt make him happy, but at least it was a persistence in his life. „Good Morning Dwight.“ Dwight winced, quickly putting his glasses back on. He blinked. „Everything allright with you?“ Davids deep voice ringed in his ears. He could just nod, smiling, and feeling as reliefed as he never felt before.

David smiled, wearing a button uped shirt with short sleeves and Dwight almost forgot to start breathing again. „Yes, I am, how are you, anything new with you?“ Dwight asked, trying his very best to stop staring at Davids biceps.

„Our coffee brewer has some problems today, it will take some time, sorry“ Nea shouted and well, David didn’t really look disappointed about it.

He leaned a bit forward, propping his arms up on the counter. Dwight was damn sure David could here his heart beating. „How was the movie?“ - „Oh..I didn’t see it, something came up, another time.“ ask him to go with you! Dwight screamed at himself in his head, but he remained silent. David did the same, they just smiled at each other, and it was a comfortable silence. Dwights eyes wandered and he noticed the liontattoo on Davids arm. „Oh, cool!“ he breathed out, and, without thinking or doubting, he ran a finger over the outlines of the tattoo, not even realising he was touching him. „I like it.“ he said, looking up at David and smiling. Davids face was bright red, he pulled back his arm, and Dwight could swear he felt goosebumps on his arm. Then it hit him. He had touched David, and not in a -patting-on-the-shoulder way. Why, whyyyy…he cried out in his head. Why did I do it, where is my hesitation and selfdoubt when I really need it?? Dwight didn’t know how to react, or what to say. If he didn’t fuck it up before, he for sure did now. David didn’t move, he looked like he was glued in place.

Claudette was sitting a few metres away, acting so far like she was glued to her book, but always keeping an eye on Dwight. She saw how they both stood there, helpless, and although it was cute to watch, she wanted to help.

„Could you two help me? I am slowly close to despair. I can’t seem to memorize any of this“ She placed her book there where Davids arm leaned before. David seemed relief for the disturbance, Dwight still lost in a chain of thoughts racing trough his mind. David cleared his throat, face still red. „Sure, what can we help you with?“ - „Here, I need to memorize the meaning of the flowers, but its so hard.“ Dwight wanted to run away, just run and never look back, but Claudette made big puppy eyes, and he couldn’t say no to a friend in need. He bend over the book, reading a few meanings. Well he read them, but didn’t understand a word. David was leaning over the book from the other side and he could breathe in his scent. David smelled like a sunrise at the ocean to him. Like love. Like comfort. David cleared his throat, started to ask Claudette a few meanings of various flowers, but everytime Claudette just shook her head, sighting in frustration. Dwight had to admit that he found that quite odd, since he never saw her struggling with everything like that. „Maybe learning from hearing it is easier, you know, like memorizing the lyrics of a song.“ She said „Like here, you ask Dwight and I listen.“ Dwight had no idea were Claudette was going with that, but everything was better to him now than facing that stroking embarassment. Still he couldn’t get himself to look at David again. He heard Nea fumbling with the coffeebrewer. He wanted her to finish it quicker, but he also wanted her to take forever.

Claudette was still pointing to a specific flowers in the book. David cleared his throat again. „Uhm…lavender rose, what does that one mean?“ Now Dwight looked at him again, meeting Davids gaze made his racing and stopping at the same time. „I have no idea“ he said, laughing shyly. David looked back in the book, laughing nervously. „So, what does it mean?“ Claudette asked him. „It means…love at first sight.“ David coughed, his face still bright red or red again. Dwight didn’t know what to say, or feel, or do. He wanted to think about again how stupid the thought alone of David loving him was, but he couldn’t get himself to do it. Or how stupid it was to think about it just because David was reading something from a stupid book. He couldn’t do that either.

„Okay, now you!“ Claudette turned the book around, pointing at a certain paragraph „ask him.“ Dwight looked at the pointed at picture, it was a lily. He didnt read the meaning beforehand, otherwise he could never ask. „Uhm, the lily.“ - „You have to tell me, I don’t know that“ David smiled. „It means…I dare you to love me.“ Dwight read the words before his mind was processing what he was saying. He could feel his face heating up, his heart sank into the ground, his mind screaming, but when he looked up at David, he forgot all of it. He instantly was thrown back to the sunrise at the beach, the comfort, the calmness. David didn’t say a word, he just looked at Dwight, looked away, back at him again, smiling akward, then widely, and Dwight had to correct himself; THIS was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Maybe there was still hope, even for him.

„Thank you, I think I can handle it from now on“ Claudette took her book and sat down at the other side of the counter. Dwight wanted to say something, but even more, he just wanted to stare at David. „Your coffee!“ Nea placed the cup on the counter, grinning from one to another, Dwight thought about hitting her. David must have been deep in his thoughts cause he startled at the sudden interruption, looking at his watch „oh my, I am already way too late, I am sorry, I…see you tomorrow.“ he took the coffee and headed towards the door, running against it when he tried pushing instead of pulling it, almost dropping his coffee. Then he was gone. Dwight glared at Nea „why, Nea, WHY?“ she looked apologetic „Jakes shift started a few minutes ago he already gave me suspicious looks…but wow that was something wasn’t it?“ - „Yeah, he ran away.“ - „I don’t care, I watched everything, what do you think why I made you read that stuff about the flowers? If you say one more time he isn’t into you I gonna…“ Claudette was interupted by Nea who pointed at the door „Speaking of which“ Claudette and Dwight looked to the door. David was pacing back and forth outside, it looked like he was mumbling something or talking to someone. Dwight went around the counter to have a better few. What was going on with him?

David fumbled with the cup, Dwight still couldn’t see too much. David came back to the door, stopped in his tracks, waited, then he came back in. „Everything okay?“ Dwight asked, not knowing what else he could do. Maybe David came back to throw the coffee in his face, who knows.

David reached him, holding the cup tight. „Uhm yeah, here, take this back.“ Dwight frowned as he looked at David, holding the cup out to him. What was happening? „Why? Anything wrong with the coffee?“ - „Please, just take it!“ David came closer, putting the cup in Dwights hands. „Is something wrong with the coffee?? We will make you a new one, please..please don’t stop coming here every morning..“ Dwight wasn’t sure why he said that or how he build up the courage to do so, but he wanted David to know that he couldn’t lose him.

„I won’t stop…“ David took a deep breath, already half turned to the door, when he suddenly launched forward, hugging Dwight. It was a short hug, but a tight and gentle one. „Okay, bye!“ David let go and was already out the door before Dwight could breathe again. Neas cheering rang in his ears, he was gripping the cup so tight that he almost smashed it. „Wooow, Fairfield, good for youu!“ Dwight still stood there like a statue, he could still feel Davids embrace, never wanting to let go of that feeling again. „Nea, the customers are waiting!“ Jake yelled, and Nea was back behind the counter after she rolled her eyes. „Hey, you okay there?“ Claudette was beside him, laying an arm on his shoulder. Dwight nodded, looking down at the cup, when he realized, there was something written on it. He read it and smiled widely. „You know that feeling Clau, when someone hugs you so tightly, that all of your broken pieces get put back together?“ - „No, I don't“ - „Me neither, but I do now.“ Claudette smiled widely, rubbing his back encouraging before going back to her books. Dwight walked, no floated back around the counter, looking at his watch, waiting for time to pass, for his shift to be over. He also waited for his mind to feed him all kinds of doubts, sad thoughts and bad scenarios. But none of that happened. He looked at the cup again. Maybe there was still a chance for him being loved back after all. „[phone number] Call me tonight if you dare. I am waiting. David.“

[phantomlim]

Answer all 50 of them for J'Toc Pls :)

I actually didn’t read any of the asks and jumped the gun so I’m an idiot BUT if there are any questions that can be answered about J’toc I’ll do that!!!! (I’m so sorry I’m really dumb). I’ll make sure to introduce new characters I talk about!!!! I’ll keep it easy and talk about a few of them. 

Thank you so much for asking though!!!! It means a lot. 

1. Your first OC ever?

Don’t laugh, my first OC ever was a Sonic the Hedgehog fancharacter because I was like 12 and really into Sonic. Her name was Ree and she was purple, and I’ll find a picture of her.

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

Oh..... Honestly it changes a lot. It flips through my courier Dustin, my SoSu Birch, J’Toc, or my personal OC Cherry, he’s a sweet boy.

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?

I think I have? It was a long time ago so I can’t remember.

4. A character you rarely talk about?

I haven’t talked about my boy Cherry a lot, but he’s one of my favourites. I’ll talk about him more.

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be.

Aghhh it’s my dream to have at least one of my OCs be someones favourite, I would be so happy. Um, either Cherry, J’Toc, or Birch.

6. Two OC’s of yous that look alike despite not being related?

I’m about to go far back, but I’m making a new OC (I have too many and I can’t stop making them) named Dogwood and he looks a lot like one of my older OC’s from when I was 15 named Jagg. 

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

Birch is my SoSu for Fallout 4, Dustin is my Courier, and J’Toc is my Dragonborn, but otherwise no. I considered making a story for Cherry, but it never sounded good so I kinda gave up

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs?

Not really, but I honestly wouldn’t mind doing it.

9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?

NO. Unless it was an older one, I never would.

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?

I initially made Cherry to be some sort of “plant demon” or whatever, but honestly I confused myself with it so I dropped the design. I just liked how he looked. I’ll probably draw it again soon.

11. Is there any OC oof yours you could describe as a sunshine?

Dustin and Cherry! Cherry is the character that reflects my personality, because he’s outgoing, optimistic, and adventurous, and those are things I struggle with doing, but they’re things I want to do. Dustin is just a happy boy.

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot.

Oh man, so many people I follow have great OC’s. I really love @goodsprings Courier, Eli, he’s such a handsome dude. Also, @courierhell‘s Andres is really cute, I like him a lot as well. (I’m on desktop, and I dont have the short cuts for the accent sorry!)

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?

J’Toc is THE troublemaker. He doesn’t care to follow the rules, and generally follows his own rules, so he usually gets into some sort of trouble. 

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory.

I don’t think I have an OC with a tragic backstory now that I think of it...... some of my older ones do.

15. Do you like to talk about your OC’s with other people?

YES!!!!!!!! I absolutely love talking about my OC’s with people! If anyone wants to talk about them please talk about them with me, it’s the only true way of letting me open up to you.

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology?

Probably Cherry, considering he’s the biggest loser for plants and flowers. The others wouldn’t care too much.

17. Any OC OTPs?

No, not really. I romanced Danse in Fallout 4, so Birch is with him, and Dustin flirts a lot w/ Arcade and he has a thing for him. J’Toc doesnt like getting attached to people. 

18. Any OC crackships?

No, I really don’t like crackships and that stuff.

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (explain why)?

Cherry means a lot to me, definitely. I made him when I was struggling a lot with depression and paranoia, and I drew him a lot to help me keep my mind off things. I made him represent everything I wanted to be to kind of make the goals I had personally seem more realistic to me. He’s a big mix of the things that make me happy and the things I want to be so he means a lot to me.

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details?

Dustin sings pretty decently. He sings to the radio as he’s traveling across the Mojave, and Arcade is quite fond of his voice. It’s soft and it sounds warm, so he doesn’t complain when Dustin breaks out into song.

J’Toc went to the Bards College in Solitude, so he’s pretty talented when it comes to music. 

21. Your most artistic OC? 

Probably J’Toc. When he’s not traveling, he’s sitting at home making music or practicing enchanting or alchemy. He finds that to be artistic.

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize?

No, because no one really talks about my OCs

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

Birch definitely. My plan was to make him this strong, big character who’s kind of an asshole, but in the end, he’s a really friendly guy who loves helping people. 

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

Either Cherry or Birch. Cherry because of the struggles I’ve been through and he would be a great friend, but also Birch because he has a few of the same struggles as I do, so I would love to talk to him about that stuff.

25. The OC that resembles you the most.

Cherry.

26. Have you ever had to change your OCs design or something else about them against your will?

No. Never have, never will. My OCs are mine and no one elses.

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song.

Probaby all of them honestly. When I was 11, I made a lot of characters in my head based off of Muse songs, but as of late, not really. I think.

28. Your most dangerous OC?

J’Toc. He’s patient, but he’s really strong after learning what he’s capable. After finding out he’s the Dragonborn, its as if he learned so much more about his strength, so he’ll unleash it at you.

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?

Cherry. His sense of adventure takes him too far.

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection?

Cherry, definitely. He’s a softy. 

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like. 

Birch would have a trans positivity blog. It would be bright, colourful and welcoming to all who had questions about their identity. 

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?

Not J’Toc, he’s stonefaced. Nothing really scares him. Probably Cherry because he’d do the stereotypical white person thing and investigate an abandoned house. He scares easy too.

33. Your shyest OC?

Oh god. I don’t have one I think! All of my OCs are really outgoing. Which is ironic because I’m scared of new people and it’s so hard for me to open up to people.

34. Do you have any twin characters?

No, but that sounds rad.

35. Any sibling characters? 

No.

36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else?

Birch and Sakura are cousins. Assuming that’s what the question is asking?

37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human.

J’Toc. I kinda modeled him to look quite, non human. I always liked the idea that he could sprout multiple limbs on a whim (honestly, just to be able to play the flute and lute at the same time). He also joined the Companions so he’s a werewolf. But because he’s Dragonborn, I made him more dragonlike. I liked the idea that he could shapeshift into a dragon, but that’s something I messed around with outside of Skyrim.

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer?

Birch. He’s thin and nimble, and extremely fast, so I feel like he would be the best if he learned how to dance. (Honestly, every time I typed dance I typed Danse first.)

39. Introduce any character you want.

I’ll link this question to a bio of Cherry as soon as I have the time!

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? 

When I was 16, we had a project in English where we had to make this website about anything, I think it was about a problem in our lives? I can’t remember. I made a website about depression and anxiety, and I used Cherry to be my persona of the project. It made me feel good that I could project my feelings through him to show people what its like to struggle with anxiety and depression.

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs?

Yes actually! A mutual of mine on Instagram drew Cherry in a new years or a follower celebration post. I would share it but it included other people’s OCs so I wont today! 

But y’know if you wanted to draw my OCs I would totally let you all you want and I would reblog all of it. 

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?

J’Toc. J’Toc has dabbled with Daedric Princes, a lot of them actually, so I feel like he would love learning more about gods in other cultures as well.

43. Do you have any certain type when you creat your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? 

All my oc’s happen to be dudes...... But when I draw, I usually like to give men curves, so really curvy men are all my oc’s. I have a few female OCs but I haven’t practiced enough female anatomy to be really good. 

44. Something you like about your OCs in general.

They’re all what I want to be in the future, so they’re my inspiration to become a better person. 

45. A character you no longer use.

All of the characters I made before I turned 14. 

46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?

Probably, the only person I had to talk about my OCs with kinda abandoned me because of my opinion on characters. 

47. Has anyone ever claimed any of your OCs as their child?

Person from previous question yes. But no one talks to me about my OCs anymore. 

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure. 

Dustin! He’s such a sweet guy. 

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes.

Dustin, he annoys Arcade constantly with memes. 

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want.

This is like, so much privilege. I’ll just go ahead and throw out the fact that Birch is trans and represents basically the personal struggle of figuring out my identity, but he represents how I hope I can handle it. Through acceptance and calmness. He’s managed to get as far as he needed too, and I want that too.