#morning after starters ; ic answers.

[patscorner]

So Much More

Summary: After a bad day, you seek comfort in your girlfriend.

wc: 2,032

Contains: slightly suggestive...?

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To say it'd be a bad day would be an understatement. For starters, you woke up alone, instead of intertwined with your girlfriend, like you usually would. Waking up next to KK was easily one of your favorite things to do, basking in the quiet mornings you have together.

But today, she had an early morning practice to go to, so you woke up relishing in the ghostlike scent that she'd left behind. Not only that, but you woke up with a headache right over your eyebrows, making it hard to do easy tasks such as keeping your eyes open. But you had three hours till you had to go to work, and you didn't want to hear your boss bitch about how you'd called in too late. You really didn't feel like being written up, so you dragged yourself out of bed and trudged to the kitchen.

You put a bagel in the toaster and decide to make some coffee. That's mistake number one because as you go to lift the mug, your knee gives out, and in an attempt to steady yourself, the hot coffee spills all over your KK’s shirt. Quickly, it starts to burn, so you swiftly put the mug down and take the wet shirt off. You curse as you pull the shirt off and use it to clean up some of the coffee that's spilled on the floor.

Wait…what's burning?

Your eyes widen as your head snaps to the toaster, watching as gray smoke wafts through the air. “Shit, shit, shit!” You pop the toaster and pull the bagels out, wincing as the charcoal bread stings your fingers. “Motherfucker!” You exclaim, frustratedly giving up. Guess no breakfast for you.

Definitely another mistake, but at that moment, you didn't care.

You stomp into your bedroom and begin searching for the outfit of the day. Normally, you enjoy this process, but when you notice that KK had forgotten to do the laundry before she left, your hope dwindled. Finally, though, you made your way out of the house and to your car. You sigh heavily as you notice a white ticket in your window. This isn't the first time you'd gotten an unnecessary ticket, but being a transfer, they hadn't put your name in the system yet, so you just had to deal with the growing stack of white papers in your glove compartment.

The day drags on as you feel yourself growing increasingly overwhelmed. As another disgruntled customer complains to your boss about how you refused to take their expired coupon, you grow even more eager for your lunch break. The routine was always the same, you'd take your break and call KK, who was usually doing homework or hanging out with Ice and Paige, and you'd rant about your shitty customers and boss. And KK would listen and add her own comments, never failing to lighten the mood. But a frown makes its way to your face as you call KK twice, and you get no answer. You notice she hasn't answered your messages since she sent the ‘good morning’ text.

You text her again before slamming your phone frustratedly down on the table. You ignore the stares you get as you fight the tears threatening to fall. You get up from your chair, the wood scraping on the tile floor of the café. Fuck it, you'll eat in your car.

Finally, finally, the day is over. Finally, you get your car and drive away from the job that doesn't pay you nearly enough for what you go through every day. Finally, you pull into the college dorm parking lot and sigh as you notice your neighbor parked in your spot again. Finally, you walk past that same neighbor’s door, having no energy to argue about it. Finally, you approach your door and groan as you hear Sexyy Red blasting on the other side. Finally, you open the door and you smile as you finally see your girlfriend.

Your smile falters as you look around the room and notice there are 4 more people in your home than what you want there to be. KK must've invited Paige, Ice, Azzi, and Aubrey over after practice. You feel frustration brewing inside of you as you see the mess they've made of your dorm. KK is on live, doing a talent show with Aubrey and Ice standing behind her, doing some dance. Paige and Azzi are sitting off-camera, Azzi's legs over Paige's, the blonde's hand rubbing Azzi’s leg lovingly.

Gross.

They don't notice you walk in, but they do notice when you put slam your bag down on the table.

“Oh, hey, baby.” KK says, barely sparing you a glance. It hurts, of course, and normally, you'd have said something. But with two thousand people watching, as well as four other unwanted guests, you hold your tongue. Instead of answering her, you walk over to her and wrap your arms around her waist, resting your head on her shoulder.

You and KK weren't a secret. You were just really private about how much of your relationship was on the internet. Knowing this, you didn't think it'd be that big of a deal if you were close, and even if it would send shockwaves through the internet, you were too tired to care. Apparently, KK hadn't noticed your gloomy mood, or if she did, it didn't stop her from shrugging you off and muttering something along the lines of ‘we're on live’. You back away immediately, unwrapping your arms from her completely.

“Are you fucking serious?” You say taking a couple steps away from her.

You watch her eyes widen as she glances between you and the live. You already know you're gonna regret doing this in front of everyone.

“You don't answer my texts all fucking day, and then when I come home, I find out that have you've been on your phone, you'd just rather fuck around with random people than spare your girlfriend a text.” At this point, Aubrey had ended the live, and she and Ice had migrated to the couch awkwardly.

“What the hell is your problem!? You can't curse on live!” She asked bitterly. You and KK rarely fight, and never in front of people, so this was so new for everyone around you. Usually, you'd talk this out later when you were both much calmer, but now, it's too much.

You scoff dryly. “Me cursing is seriously what you're worried about right now?!”

“Bab-”

“No, don't fucking ‘baby’ me. After the shit day I had, all I wanted to do was come to a clean and mostly empty house, and as much as I love to clean up after you and your friends, it wasn't necessarily on my agenda tonight.” Tears have started to fall at this point, all of your emotions from today finally boiling over.

You frustratedly wipe your tears away. “Fuck.” You whimper quietly. KK knows you, inside and out, and she knows when you're angry at her, or if your irritation is just misplaced. She quietly grabs your hand and leads you into your bedroom, hand on your waist, closing the door softly behind you.

“What's going on, baby? What happened?” She sat on the bed, against the headboard, and pulled you onto her so you were straddling her. Your cries haven't stopped, and your silent tears have turned into sobs as you lay your head on her chest. It's been a long day, and all you could do was cling to her shirt like your life depended on it. She wraps her arms around your back, gently rubbing circles under your shirt.

“Shh, I know, baby, I know, it's gonna be okay.” She whispered, kissing just above your ear, on the crown of your head. You cry for god knows how long, KK never stopping her words of comfort. She knows that in times like this, logic doesn't matter.

You sigh deeply into her chest, hiccuping as you feel yourself starting to relax. Your sobs turn into cries, which turn into soft sniffles. She feels your body relax into hers, almost as if you've melted. “Do you wanna talk about it?” She spoke softly into your ear.

You pull away, and her hands cup your face to wipe your tears. You smile at her gesture before nodding. “It's just been a long day. I didn't feel good when I woke up, and I got another ticket, and work was shitty, and you didn't answer when I called you on break, and that bitch parked in my spot again and-”

“Baby, baby, take a deep breath. You're gonna work yourself up again.” She's right, and you know it. You sigh as you plop your face back onto her chest.

She laughs lightly. “I'm sorry I didn't call you, baby, I completely lost track of time after practice. It won't happen again.” She kisses your head.

“It better not. Next time I'll just beat your ass.” you say playfully. She smiles, her hands dropping to your thighs. “I have no doubt- speaking of which, do you need me to beat up that lil’ girl downstairs? This is like the third time she's done that shit.” You laugh, placing your hands on her chest, leaning in to peck her lips.

“Mmm… I missed you.” She murmurs before leaning in to kiss you again. You grin as you ball her shirt up in your hands, pulling her closer, your lips just grazing hers. “I missed you, too.”

She groans as she smashes her lips against yours. The kiss turns heated quickly, and as much as you'd like to continue, you know there's people in your house. So reluctantly, you pull away, and ignore KK's protests as you stand up.

“C'monnn, man.” She whines, reaching for you as you grab a towel. “I'm gonna wash my day away. I'll be back.” You whisper, pecking her lips again, dodging her grabby hands. “You're so fucking lame.” She groans as you walk out of the room. You see the girls playing a game of uno, SZA playing low in the background. Paige lets out a sigh of relief when she sees you.

“Thank God. Time was almost up.” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion before Ice looks up and groans. Paige laughs as she digs into her pocket and pulls out a twenty dollar bill.

“You couldn't have waited-” She checks her phone. “-Two more minutes?” Ice deadpans. You raise your eyebrows and Ice cowers a little bit. “What the fuck are you talking about?” You ask.

“I told Ice that you two weren’t fucking, she said that if fifteen minutes went by, you definitely were.” Paige shrugged. “You saved my wallet.”

You gape at Azzi, who's shaking her head. “Do not look at me. I told them you'd beat their ass.”

“You're a fucking idiot.” You say looking at Paige.

“That's what I said.” Azzi mutters.

“How?! Ice did the exact same thing, yell at her, too.”

“Why the fuck are either of you betting on our relationship?” You raise your voice, but you're not being serious, and they know that.

“That's what I said.” Azzi repeats.

“Yo, who's side are you on?” Paige turns to her. Azzi raises her eyebrows. “You're an idiot, and I will always stand by that.”

The room erupts into laughter as you shake your head. “Yo, yo, wait, how scared was KK?” Aubrey asks through her laughter.

“I wasn't scared!” KK calls from the room.

“That face you made before you went in begs to differ.” Paige calls back.

“Girl boo, can you shut the fuck up?” KK shouts back.

You shake your head as you head to the bathroom, the laughter quieting as you walk further away from it.

Even though your day was shit, and even if you broke down, you know that no matter what, KK would be there for you.

And as you showered, you thought about how she had already been through so much with you, and you know that, without a doubt, she's willing to go through so much more.

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[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

“Am I your lockscreen?” 

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

and/or:

"I’m too sober for this.” 

“You don’t even drink.” 

“Maybe I should start.”

(from the sentence starter list!)

Thank you for these prompts! I'm excited to go through them :D

1.

Commander Trouble Kelp dropped his head to his desk. It had been one of those days.

When he was younger, those days mostly meant running around after a particularly crafty criminal, or at most getting hit hard enough to be sent to a warlock for recovery. Now, as Commander of LEP Recon, those days were filled with bureaucratic meetings, enough technobabble from an egocentric centaur to make your ears fall off, and yet another IA review.

He missed the days where he only worried about getting squashed by a Troll.

His personal communicator buzzed beside him. He tried to ignore it. Foaly had, for some reason, decided that it would be a good idea to release his personal number to a whole slew of reporters and paparazzi. Trouble was of half a mind to slash the tech-wizard's budget in half in retaliation.

Then his communicator buzzed again, and he made up his mind.

"What's taking so long?" a bright, cheery voice cut into his introspective complaints. He lifted his head to see Commodore Holly Short, her shock of auburn hair and wide smile poked in through his office door.

In spite of it all, Trouble felt a grin cross his face. Then he dropped back down. "I'm going to kill your friend," he grumbled. "I swear. This time I'm really going to do it."

As Holly laughed and sauntered over to his side, his communicator buzzed again. "What did he do this time?" she asked, casually running a hand through his short brown hair. His comm buzzed three more times in the time it took her to ask the question.

"I'm serious," Trouble said, lifting his head to look at her. "I'm going to-" his voice cut off when he realized that she wasn't looking at him anymore. Her fingers continued to trail idly through his hair, and the grin on her face had only widened, but now she was staring intently at his comm.

"Trouble," she said, picking the device up off the desk, "am I... am I your lockscreen?"

The young commander felt his cheeks turn red. "What?" he snapped immediately, his voice defensive. "No."

Holly turned on him a look that could freeze molten rock. "You may be able to lie to a lot of people, Trubs," she said tersely, "but I was never one of them." Then she turned his communicator so that he could see it. "So I'm going to ask you again, and I expect you to be honest this time. Am I your lockscreen?"

Trouble's cheeks heated further as he stared at the offending evidence - a beautiful picture he had snapped of her on one of their days off. She was wearing something casual and laughing, her head tossed back and her auburn hair had fallen back from her forehead. It was his favorite picture of her.

"You weren't supposed to see that," he finally answered.

Holly just laughed, the ice-cold expression on her face thawing and the smile sliding back into place on her lips. She bent down to kiss his forehead. "It's time for you to come home, Commander," she whispered with a twinkle in her eye. "I'll help you get back at Foaly for whatever he did in the morning."

She then grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his chair. For once, Trouble didn't mind being told what to do.

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2.

Clone Commander Fox was many things. He was a fighter. He was a leader. According to Stone he was a control freak.

Right now, Commander Fox was bored.

"You look like you're ready to kill something," a light voice hummed in his ear.

Fox turned sharply to the side, still unaccustomed to the playful attitude of his companion. She smiled and a quiet giggle escaped her lips as her golden eyes burned into his own.

"I'm fine," Fox said, clearing his throat uncomfortably. "Just... enjoying the party, Ma'am."

The young senator laughed again, leaning close enough to brush deliberately against his arm. Fox felt his skin rise as she drew her lips close enough to his ear to let her warm breath wash over his skin as she said, "First, I already told you to just call me Riyo tonight." Though her tone was somewhat reproachful, her eyes still sparkled with laughter. "And second, you promised you would be honest."

Fox took a deep breath. His instinct was to brush her off and try some other polite excuse... exactly what he did every time one of the Senators decided to descend to the lowly clones' level and speak to him for a moment. But one more look into Senator Chuchi's - Riyo's - bewitching eyes and his usual MO was out the window.

"I think that I'm too sober to be here," he answered more sincerely than he had meant to.

Riyo let out a real laugh this time, and for just a moment Fox allowed himself the luxury of imagining spending his entire life doing whatever it took to hear that sound over and over again. "You don't even drink, Fox," she said, resting a hand on his bicep to help support her as she continued to chuckle.

He turned his attention to the crowd around in order to hide the blush on his cheeks. Immediately he caught the sight of several Senators cavorting about and drunkenly cackling. "If you're going to keep dragging me to these things, I think I should start," he commented dryly.

Realizing what he had accidentally said, Fox couldn't help but shoot her a guilty sideways glance.

She was smiling up at him. Her azure eyebrows delicately arched, her eyes wide with an almost childlike delight. The faintest ghost of a smile graced her lips as she stared up at him.

"So, you plan to let me drag you to more of these?" she asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

Fox's cheeks burned. "I didn't say that."

"Yes you did," Riyo countered, her grin only widening. She glanced around quickly to ensure that no one was looking at them, then leaned up on her toes and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. "And I'm going to make you live up to it," she whispered before dropping back to her feet.

Fox shook his head ruefully. He was in trouble with this one, he just knew it.

And the worst part? He was going to love every minute of it.

[edutainer2022]

I'm in a very complicated (non)relationship with faith and religion. Loss, grief, and war do a number on that. And I'm in a weird mood (also insanely busy). I would assume the Tracies too have a complicated (and different for each) relationship with faith and spirituality, in their line of work. It's Easter time. So here's a little Earth and Sky piece centered around that time of the year, memories, fears, and love, of course. All blatant parallels with religious symbolism are all on my agnostic self, I mean no disrespect whatsoever!

EASTER

Christmas was easy. Approachable. Christmas was always about family and snuggling, comfy pijamas and Lord of the Rings rewatch maraphons, and gifts for everyone, cinnamon, cocoa, decorations and garlands. Christmas was manageable even after Mom. Then after Dad. Never the same, but manageable.

Easter was weird... In their childhood Easter was always a whirl of colors and activities - egg die on every surface besides the eggshells, egg hunts on the farm and ranch, chocolate prizes, bright baskets, and laughter. And Mom. Always Mom at the center of it all, orchestrating and directing the colorful chaos. Mom told them stories. An Irish Catholic, Mom made a point to go to mass on Easter morning, although she didn't insist they go with. They usually did, dressed in Sunday best, even Gordie on his best behavior. There would be waffles and ice-cream on the way back from the church, and sprinkles in John's hair. With Mom gone the colors muted. The whirlwind stopped. The spring lost its promise. It felt almost a blasphemy to celebrate a resurrection after a loss they suffered. Scott tried to uphold the egghunts for Gordie, who barely remembered his with Mom, and for Allie, who didn't, but it fell flat.

Dad never much discussed spirituality with them. An astronaut, a war veteran, a widower, he held certain cards close to his soul. They grew up with boundless belief in scientific knowledge and answers to be pursued by scientific methods. If there were no answers this side of known universe, that meant the science was yet to catch up. They all helped with catching up a lot. As much as they grew up with boundless belief in each other (that and an elaborate array of superstitions, given their respective specializations). And a firm conviction Mom was an angel up in heaven, watching over them. It all made sense when a brother's comms were silent in the danger zone or a brother's hand was limp and cold over hospital covers. Unbeknowest to them, through the endless night alone in outer space, their father always had but one prayer: "Look after them, my love! Keep them all safe as I can't!"

In a rare arrangement of circumstances, they were all at the farm for Easter weekend, for a change. Some issues needed to be dealt with the estate. And it was an unspoken opportunity to visit Mom's grave. (And Dad's headstone over an empty casket, right next to her). Virgil found Scott at the backporch, seated on the stairs overlooking the meadow. Alone. As he suspected he would. Virgil would have been happy to just plop down and sit it out with biggest brother shoulder to shoulder till dusk, giving him room to just be and a friendly ear, should he want one. Scott had been in a mood all day, maybe all week. So much so even John was worried, who didn't get to observe Scott in his natural brooding state up close often. Biggest brother was obviously not forthcoming with any conversation starters. Virgil took his chances and nudged a flannel clad shoulder to his right. In their childhood home Scott always dug out old, broken in flannel, albeit in blue.

"I think about going to Mom's church tomorrow morning. You wanna come with?"

It was a multi-layered invitation and Virgil knew it. It would imply quality time away from the general mayhem for just the two of them, a chance to gather one's thoughts and to connect to Mom in a way that was special to her, even a chance to bring home a decent breakfast from the diner in the town, across the church. They would then all pack up in two cars, make a trip to the cemetery, pay their respects, and have an Easter dinner all together as a family. Virgil nudged his brother's shoulder again, looking up with hope. Scott's gaze was still far away.

"You wanna go to Easter mass?"

Virgil felt self-conscious suddenly. He loved the music and the spirit of celebration. Generally loved the idea of connecting to something bigger. Connecting to Mom. He tried another angle.

"You don't believe?"

Mom did - left unspoken over the evening meadow. Scott hummed at that, blue eyes finally landing on his brother. The sadness there left Virgil breathless.

"What? Whether a guy could resurrect in three days? I don't honestly know if I believe that, Virg. But I do believe one could die for all of himanity."

Dad did - another silent echo over the meadow.

That, right there, was Virgil's deepest fear. That one day Scott would leave him behind, crying and helpless, on the sideway of his own via dolorosa, dragging a crucifix through the dust and grime of a danger zone. By Dad's unspoken command.

"Please go with me to Mom's church tomorrow! We can have waffles after."

That was blatant food bribery (aka a tried and true way to get Scott to go to concerts and art galleries). But desperate times called for desperate measures.

Scott responded with an amused chuckle and lifted an arm to invite his brother into a hug. Virgil didn't need to be asked twice. Scott's old flannel shirt smelled of old machine oil from the farm tractor, fabric softener and the inextinguishable odor of his very first, hideous aftershave from way back in basic training. Virgil closed his eyes against the steady heartbeat. "My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from him."

[bunposting]

hi!! new zealand rabbit anon here again! i hope i’m not a bother but i love your posts and love adding my own advice and stories!

but for those wondering about rabbits in the heat, i raise in texas, my rabbits live outside year round, and here’s how i’ve managed!

- for starters, the wire hutch thing is totally true. my rabbits have large wire hutches with lots of air flow, and a roof raised about six inches above the tops of the cages to provide even more air flow. the cages are large enough for them to completely stretch out in (which they should be regardless) and they spend most of the summer days stretched out to get what little breeze they can. the hutches are also placed in the most sheltered and shady part of the yard, so they only have direct sunlight for a few hours a day at most

- electrolytes!! i bought a huge bottle from allthingsbunnies.com for pretty cheap and it’s lasted me multiple years. i try to provide them year round but especially in the summer. they increase water intake and help them to hold onto that hydration. super awesome!

- RABBIT POPSICLES! i love making these haha. i chop up some fruit, throw it in muffin tins, fill them with water and freeze for a few hours. the rabbits love them, and they’re a fun and enriching way to get them a bit of extra water for some tasty treats. i mostly use strawberries because that’s what we have on hand always, plus they have lots of water. i also occasionally, on those 100 degree days, provide ice packs. i tried the frozen water bottles but just like you, mine chewed right though them. now i use the hard plastic ice packs that can resist all kinds of chomping and stretching, and give the rabbits something cold to lick and lean against

i’ve been meaning to try out the granite/ceramic tile thing but never got around to it. thankfully my rabbits are pretty heat resistant, and i’ve never had a heatstroke yet! (anxiously crossing fingers lol)

and sorry, one last ramble for the other ask you answered. rabbit bucks are so sweet! mine would make a fantastic pet, and likely will when he’s ready to retire from the breeding scene. he’s cuddly, friendly, smart, and totally brave and curious about new things. he loves to be held. he won’t let me pour his food in the morning if he doesn’t get adequate head scratches first. if he’s outside in his playpen and not getting enough attention, he’ll jump the fence and come over for cuddles. the only downside is that he’s a sprayer. i’ve gotten it in my mouth before 💀. otherwise the sweetest rabbit you’ll meet.

my does are certainly not the same! even after having them for three years, one still doesn’t like me, and the other has only just started liking me within the last six months. they are much more temperamental, the only exception being when they are pregnant and nursing, likely from the oxytocin going on. i adore them regardless, but honestly if you’re looking for a sweet rabbit, get a buck!

thus ends my miles long ask. apologies for totally rambling in your inbox. have a lovely day!!

No need to apologize for the rambling - you've made such awesome additions here!!! Thanks so much for the ask!

[madeimpact]

GENERAL RP STYLE & PREFERENCES

Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Strikethrough what does not. Elaborate on any points you’d like with a *

Please be honest, we all want to find the people who work best with how we RP.

TYPES OF RP & HOW I DO THREADS

| I don’t I just do whatever is on my dash when I’m online | Mainly asks* | I do little short things mostly | I do my threads on discord | Long running threads that slowly build upon the muses** |

*I hoard asks I'm so sorry if I answer something like two months late after you've completely forgotten about it

**Not often but these are tasty

PLOTTING PREFERENCES

| Wing it* | Get a general idea ooc and then run with it & plot further if need be | Long expansive thought out story arcs** |

*I'm fine with this if it's what you prefer but I do tend to like to plot at least a jumping off point

**Again, rare but tasty

TYPES OF THREADS I DO & PREFER

| Oneliners only | Whatever dash shenanigans I’m online for | Para or Mulit para | Literal Novels* |

*Rare but not impossible lol

REPLY SPEED FOR THREADS & CONSISTENCY KEEPING THREADS

| I lose threads all the time & don’t usually get back to them | I tend to lose threads but please tell me if I have and I’ll reply! | I drop threads pretty easily | I’m really slow but I WILL get back to you | I reply on a schedule/queue (specify if you’d like) | I usually reply within a week | I reply every day | I reply almost instantly |

ROMANTIC SHIPS

| I don’t do these ships (specify reason if you would like) | I’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog | All ships will have to be super slow burn & discussed a lot OOC, super chemistry based (Mutuals and friends only) | I love doing ships, HMU I probably already ship it just ask! | I ship really quickly | I autoship or ship within a few interactions | I mainly RP for the cute ship fluff |

SMUT

| I do NOT do smut at all* | I’m very selective about it | I only do it on a separate (blog/discord/specify here) | I mainly only do asks relating to nfsw headcanons on Sundays | I write it a medium amount | I write it all the time and love to |

*I'd probably only RP smut with super SUPER close friends or even a partner, assuming all IC and OOC parties are of age by default ofc. And if it ever happened it'd definitely only be on discord

ACTIVE HOURS [ AST: UTC -8 / Pacific Time ]

| Mornings 8-10 | Midday 11-1 | Afternoon 2-5 | Evenings 6-8 | Night 9-12 | Ungodly hours of the day 1-onwards |

ACTIVITY SCHEDULE

| SUPER slow and sporadic, like once a month or so | Slow and sporadic week long gaps between activity | Bi-weeklyish activity | Weekly activity | Daily activity | I’m online nearly all the time |

STARTERS

| I don’t do starter calls | I want to do starter calls but often don’t have time | I do selective calls (ask calls) | I don’t do calls, but always feel free to ask me for one! | I do starter calls rarely/regularly/often |

AUs

| I don’t do AUs | My blog is an AU but outside of that I don’t do them | I sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting | I have a couple of AUs already feel free to request them!* | I have AUs coming out of my ears please interact with them! | I love making AUs HMU to plot if you think of one!** | There are some AUs I won’t do (specify here) |

*Maybe kind of ironically, the only muses I don't really do AUs for are the Kingdom Hearts muses, because like...kh is kinda already about crossovers. Making AUs for them feels redundant to me, personally, though I'm not completely opposed to the idea either. I just won't really go out of my way to make AUs for them like I do with my other muses is all I'm saying but it really doesn't take much convincing to get me to do one LMAO

**As far as fandom-specific AUs go, I generally prefer making ones for fandoms I'm at least somewhat familiar with. I've tried writing ones that my partner knows based on knowledge they give me and they always fizzle out really fast

CROSSOVERS

| I don’t do crossovers | I’m selective with crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I love crossovers! |

[northiron]

td

answered / ic. starters. / ic. open. / ic. headcanons / ooc. meta / ooc. my edits / ooc. musings / i think i traded my freedom for a better story. it was a better story. even if the ending needed work. ch. study / the girl burst out laughing. she knew she was nobody's meat. visage / i do not want to be human. i want to be myself. likes / stalking delights like prey; blood on her teeth. desires / temptation likes best those who think they have a natural immunity. for it may laugh all the harder when they succumb. aesthetic / i don’t remember picking up my bow again. but it’s there all the same hanging from me like a long thin tail. ship inspo / just because you make a body shiver don’t make it yours. wardrobe / we put on dresses the color of steel and suits the color of winter. mannerisms / one beast and only one howls in the woods by night.

Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves.

The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he's as cunning as he is ferocious; once he's had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do.

His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat

The wolfsong is the sound of the rending you will suffer, in itself a murdering.

But if you must be clever, then be clever. Be brave. Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

but there will be wonders, too, or else why bring me here at all? And it's the wonders I'm after, even if I have to bleed for them.

I will vanish in the morning light; I was only an invention of darkness.

One beast and only one howls in the woods by night.

She is so beautiful she is unnatural. her beauty is an abnormality. a deformity. for none of her features exhibit any of those touching imperfections that reconcile us to the imperfection of the human condition.

Men die. It's practically what they're for.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

temptation likes best those who think they have a natural immunity. for it may laugh all the harder when they succumb.

i don’t remember picking up my bow again. but it’s there all the same hanging from me like a long thin tail.

[socialseasons]

⛸️: Our muses go ice-skating together (at an ice rink or frozen body of water). (For Francesca -- seemed kind of obligatory after our one thread!)

WINTER / SEASONAL STARTERS.

The winter of 1817 saw a blanketing of snow more beautiful than Francesca had seen in her eighteen years, the morning of the season's first snowfall enacting an excitement within her that could not wait. It was early, early enough that most of her siblings were either still asleep or busy at breakfast, so she pulled on her coat and grabbed her bladed boots.

Yet as she got to the bottom of the stairs, a knocking happened upon the door. As she was heading that way already, Francesca answered, features brightening when she saw Ben amongst the flurries.

"Mr Tallmadge!"

For a moment she did not think that perhaps there was a reason he was here, a reason that would not pertain to her. Holding up her blades, Francesca offered a crooked grin.

"Care to join me?"

[shieldborna]

@herheroics​ asked:“  keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed.  ” ( natasha )            morning after starters

“HM, LIKE WHAT? THIS IS PURELY INNOCENT.“ and yet, lips are brushing against the curve of her neck and jawline. fingertips helping guide her head to the side so there is a better angle before he pushes himself over and he is doing exactly what she said, going back to bed, body against body as a smile graces on his lips.  “you can free yourself whenever you want, ‘tasha.”

[zimniysoldvt]

@tcnystcrrk​ said: “ i made breakfast. ”          morning after starters

A pause. He hadn’t thought about that, and he stirs in the bed, metal arm used to propel himself up to the head of the bed, blue gaze shifting to the side at the door, and the sight of one Tony Stark with bed hair. “Breakfast. You know how to cook?” The soldier teases, groaning as he shift to the side of the bed and stand up, hand messing up short hair.  “Please, tell me you have bacon.”

[punishcrimea]

@purrsuade​ said:“ no don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers. ”          MORNING AFTER STARTERS

“Selina.“ he groans her name in a quiet whisper, but he doesn’t move much beside adjusting his weight carefully on the side, as his head looks down at the head resting on his shoulder.  After so many years, he thought perhaps either of them would grow tired of this. . .routine of them. But if anything, when he doesn’t have it, he kind of misses it. “You know I have to go to work. My day job.” Meaning CEO of Wayne Enterprises and known philanthropist billionaire.  He drapes his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “Will you be gone when I return?” He asks, knowing well he can’t exactly tie her to the bed until he returns (well, perhaps he could, but either alfred would find that scene or she would find a way out).

[hellblcze]

@sayitsdrawkcab​ said:“ i don’t think my legs work again yet. ”              morning after starters

“pity, luv. I was just gettin’ started.“ and he cracks a smile and a chuckle, shaking his head at her comment. “I should be the one bloody tired, sweetheart. I’m older, and smoke for days.“ and yet, here he is, ready to go again. whoever said that those who smoke tire easily didn’t knew him.  “need me to get some water for ya?”

[rippermorality]

@chaoticordxr​ said:“ come on, come back to bed. ” (katherine)                 morning after starters

he   is   in   the   process   of   pulling   his   trousers   up   around   his   waist   when   he   hears   her   voice,   it's   not   yet   morning,   they   had   a   few   more   hours   but   he   does   not   wish   for   his   father   to   suspect   of   his   nightly   activities.   he   looks   over   through   the   mirror   at   katherine   in   the   bed,   looking   like   a   vision   and   the   young   man   can't   help   but   stare.   "someone   will   awake   soon.   what   if   they   hear   us?"

and   they   try   to   be   quiet   and   emily   and   her   maidens   keep   guard   but   even   then,   something   could   happen.   and   yet,   he   is   already   moving   closer,   like   enchanted,   his   hands   reaching   to   leave   his   clothes   elsewhere,   his   hands   reaching   for   hers,   and   then,   smoothing   curls   away   from   her   shoulders.   "parting   from   you   is   becoming   more   and   more   difficult."

[vdovarise]

@manofiiron​ asked: “  this can’t happen again.  ”        morning after starters

“AND  HERE  I  WAS  HOPING  TO  MAKE  IT  A  REGULAR  APPOINTMENT.“  there  is  some  tease  and  snark  in  her  comment  as  she  is  still  in  his  bed,  and  while  half  of  her  frame  is  covered  by  the  discreet  shape  of  the  sheets,  natasha  is  already  reaching  for  whatever  piece  there  was  left  of  her  clothes  nearby.  “You  needed  to  blow  some  steam,  so  did  I.  it  was  fun.“  easier  that  way,  when  there  is  no  attachment  involved.  there  is  friendship,  and  there  is  something,  but  natasha  doesn’t  dare  to  linger  on  that  matter,  for  their  sake.  ”relax,  tony.  I’m  not  going  to  tell  everyone  what  we  did.“  and  a  hand  reaches  over  to  press  against  his  chest,  gently,  with  ease,  reassuring.  “you  feeling  better  now?“

[wdova-archive]

@optmstc​ said: “  i can’t find my shirt. ” from Scott        morning after starters

“you no longer have a shirt, bug man. truly, a shame.“ but her words don’t match her tone or the way she glances over at him as she simply stays under the covers, reaching for her phone and seeing if she got any new updates or missions. now this was an odd development. not one she had been looking for when she decided to join the avengers for one mission. but there is no room for complains for her. she is not one to regret this. SHE ENJOYS LIVING IN THE MOMENT. “do not worry, I’m sure your suit will cover you just fine.”

[slaegirl]

optmstc said: “ i don’t think my legs work again yet. ” from Darren                morning after starters

“OOPS. SORRY.“ and the slayer laughs, only a minor facial expression reflects true regret though, her hand on Darren’s shoulder, giving it a casual tap. “you can take it. I told you I get over excited.“ and after a night slayering, for her it was only natural to be filled with adrenaline.

[guerrerajaguar]

Tengen Uzui x fem!reader

This is another follow up for @misslili265 @themisslili request. This one is a little bit longer, I hope is worth and... I left the best for the end, your lovely Gyomei. Hope you like this one too <3

Tengen Uzui x fem!reader (Reacting to a love confession of his darling hugging him from behind)

Warnings: Slight Angst, slight Smut (implicit)

The Sound Pillar was anything but a nitwit, or better put in his words, he was definitely very flamboyant. He also knew how attractive, charming and enchanting he was. And there was no doubt about it, he definitely knew her ways with the ladies and of course, his worked up body was one of his more powerful assets, and oh hell he was terribly aware of this.

Without a miss, he will always make sure to be the center of attention especially when you were watching. He bitterly remembers the first time he tried to hit on you and how you blatantly rejected him. It was in your first promotion ceremony, apparently you have caused a very good impression to the Love Pillar in your latest mission under her lead and this resulted in her recommending you to level up.

You were very proud of yourself and solemnly received all the praise and congratulations from your fellow comrades. So when the Sound Pillar blocked your way by leaning his elbow on the wall and told you with a mocking smile: “So, I heard those hands of yours are pretty talented, how about if you put them to test on this body?” he concluded flirtatiously, raising an eyebrow and staring at your lips.

You have no idea what type of face you made, but Uzui’s went from hero to zero in a matter of seconds. And as if it was not bad enough you shoot the coupe of grace answering him: “Uzui-san…” your voice was cold and sharp as ice and continued “you are a Pillar and this is an official corp event, please behave accordingly.” You forced a small reverence and turned your heels to the Love Pillar direction who was still throwing flowers at you. Your blood was boiling in anger and he was absolutely awestruck, this has never happened to him.

But it seemed that this only fueled Uzui to flamboyantly keep flirting with you, but with a little bit more of modesty, he was unsure if he will be able to withstand another rejection like that coming from you. Little by little he started to make sure that you knew you were in his thoughts all the time, sending your favorite flower bouquets at your lodging room, gifting you beautiful jewelry hair pins, gallantly inviting you to have dinner after your missions, delivering expensive and colorful kimonos and specially trying to catch you outside your room every morning before anybody else. “Good morning Y/N, fancy a morning run with the Sound Pillar?” he asked with a side smirk.

At the beginning, you were totally sure that Tengen was going through all that trouble because you turned up to be a challenge by probably being the only girl that had rejected him. And since you were pretty sure that was his motivation, you decided that you will not be playing his game. You were really polite regarding the gifts and invitations, thanking him but never really accepting them.

For starters Tengen could not understand why his usual techniques were not working, so he started exploring other ways to get closer to you. Have you just decided to grab something to eat with your girlfriends? Pum, he was there in the table across waving at you with a playful smirk, inviting himself to your table sitting right beside you. How about your most recent missions? “Oh, Y/N, what an extraordinary coincidence. Fate wants us to be together!” said Tengen while holding his chin between his index finger and thumb. You really started to question how easy it must be to bribe the mission assignment division of the corp.

Or how about that time you needed a new blade? “Y/N let me walk you to the forge village” He said gentlemanly, offering his muscular arm for you to walk alongside him. “Uzui-san, it's an entire day trip…” you answered with a puzzled expression. “Doll, for you I am always available, a day, a week, or say; the rest of my life.” He always said these types of things with the most charming and chivalrous expression.

Even if you wanted to or not, you actually found out that the Sound Pillar was a really nice gallant man and started to enjoy hanging out with him more and more often. But you never, really straightforwardly reciprocated to any of his flirting stances.

Yes, Tengen started to court you because you were the hardest challenge he had faced so far, but his plan backfired when he madly fell in love with you. He treasured every single moment you spent with him, he memorized every single trait of your face, your hair, your laugh and along with the sound of your voice were the memoirs that kept him going through his longest missions in which you started to feel disappointed by “fate” not having you together this time.

He did not realize at what point you started to be the most important thing in his life until he decided to confess his love to you, but this time for real. Being flamboyant as he was, the only thing he could think of was marriage. Yes! you will be the most beautiful bride of all and of course you will both have some many kids, of course, only if you wanted to.

He was entirely lost in his fantasies on how you will look in your wedding dress and the delicious wedding night he will be preparing just for the two of you, that his ears caught inadvertently a conversation between two slayer girls with whom you typically hang out with.

“Is Y/N officially dating Uzui-san? I mean, he technically is everywhere she is, but that does not mean they are a thing, right?” said one girl curiously, making the Sound Pillar heart stop. The other girl responded “Well, I have never seen her responding to any of his compliments nor accepting his gifts. So, I think she is only being polite with him.” The other girl nodded and added; “Well, yes, I still remember how mad she was when he tried to hit on her on her promotion night. I’ve never seen Y/N so furious, come to think about it…”

Tengen did not wanted nor needed to finish listening to that conversation, his heart have sunken to his feet, leaving a stinging pain in his chest. Those annoying girls were right, you have never given him a straightforward sign that you felt for him the same way he felt for you. Now that he has started to think about it, he technically forced himself into your life in a lot of aspects.

Anxiety started to build up in his chest, what if you were really only being polite? All the missions you have completed together, all the times he made you burst with laughter or the time you shared your home-cooked onigiri with him? Fear also started to bubble near his heart.

All those situations, all those moments you both shared where because he had forced them into you. Trying to calm himself, the Sound Pillar sat down on a wooden bench in front of a flowing river, right below a cherry tree under the night sky. He had a serious sullen expression.

No way, he was the flamboyant and charming Tengen Uzui. There is no way you could have faked those moments, no woman will be able to resist… Except that you already did, the first time you met, actually… And just when panic started to invade his entire body, he felt the warmest embrace he had ever received from behind, gently placing your arms under his, resting your palms in his pectorals and leaning your cheek to the back of his neck you calmly said to him; “I found you.”

Tengen was a total mess, he was at the brink of a mental breakdown and there you were, the only one that could save him from despair. He tried to move in order to face you, but you tightened the embrace and went on: “Please, Tengen, don’t… Hold on just a little… I was desperately looking for you. I.. I know I’ve been the worst date ever.” You now rested your chin on his right shoulder and continued “On a lot of occasions we’ve been together I’ve wanted to let you know that.. What I’m trying to say is that…”

Words were getting stuck in your throat but you were finally able to let out a sweet and soft: “Tengen, I love you, I really do…” You barely had the chance to inhale after your last words before realizing Tengen had turned so fast that in a blink of an eye you were entirely seated on his lap face to face.

“What did you just say?” he asked with a dead serious expression and you felt so flustered that you automatically hid your face in his chest while weakly answering: “I’ve never being really good with words, that is why it took me so long to… you know… tell you that I love you” without hearing a reply to your latest confession, you felt your chin being lifted to meet the biggest magenta eyes you have ever seen on the Sound Pillar.

He had the most delighted expression and told you: “How flamboyant of you my love” and leaned down to kiss you. Deeply, first savoring your lips and then letting his tongue play with yours causing you to release a soft moan. His hands slowly sliding all the way down to your waist barely brushing the sides of your breasts sending an electrifying sensation of pleasure through your back. Your hands outlined his broad chest all the way to his stunning abs causing him to nib your lips and realizing that there was some serious movement at the base of your seat.

He separated from the kiss and while you were still panting he stood up carrying you in bridal style. “I knew you would be perfect” He gently smiled at you, kissed your forehead and continued while walking with you in his arms: “So would you prefer Ivory or pearl?” resting your head closer to his chest you asked confused: “For what exactly?”. Tengen exploded in laughter and exclaimed: “Why, for your wedding dress of course! Our wedding will be…” you interrupted with a low voice and a timid smile: “Really flamboyant”. Tengen chuckled “You see doll? We are meant for each other!” You were absolutely thrilled to know where Tengen was going to take you that night, but you were entirely sure that it would be perfect as long as the sound Pillar was with you.