#starfruit tattoo

[kuutattoos]

Starfruit branch (with a partial scar coverup) for my roommate Kris ❤︎

[whatsnewalycat]

acting lesson

pairing: dieter bravo x ofc louella

Summary: Dieter convinces you to roleplay with him.

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Content Tags/Warnings: LDR, roleplay, bar, drinking alcohol (casual), dirty talk, swearing, public bathroom sex, D/s elements, fluff, impact play, pet names, hair pulling, blow job, unprotected piv sex, graffiti, football mention

Word Count: 4.3k+

Notes: In the Psychomanteum universe between Ch 12 & 13. Could be read as a one-shot. Based on this ask from @frannyzooey:

Dieter and Lou — roleplay He’s an actor, she’s….not 👀👀 How does he indulge her? ❤️

The idea first came up during one of your many phone calls with Dieter.

It was the kind of call that works as a surrogate for sitting in the room together, despite the some-odd 2,600 miles keeping you apart. Comfortable silences between organic conversation, running parallel to your evening routines. In LA, Dieter hummed to himself while rifling through his kitchen cabinets for snacks. In New York, you stared at up the marigold painting hung above your bed, and you asked him, “How do you act?”

“When I’m with you, like a fool.”

His voice purred through your phone speaker, low and warm. Heat bloomed in your chest and crept up your neck.

You giggled, “I mean, like, for your job. How do you do that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I try to channel the character and pretend to be them. You ever do plays in school or anything like that?”

“In fourth grade I got to play a munchkin in The Wizard of Oz. I had one line and I completely butchered it.”

He laughed, “Seems about right.”

“What is that supposed to mean?!”

“You’re just… very good at being yourself,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his words, “It’s not a bad thing, doll. I like that about you.”

A smile spread across your face. You hummed in acknowledgement.

“If you want, I can show you how I do it. Give you an acting lesson. You could be my scene partner,” he lowered his voice an octave, “We could make it fun.”

Something about this pricked your skin with excitement. You twisted a strand of hair around your finger and smirked, “How’s that?”

“Have you ever done roleplay?”

“Oh no,” you laughed, shaking your head, “I would be terrible at that—”

“Wait wait wait, hear me out,” he protested, “What if you got to play yourself?”

You quietly pondered this, then asked, “Who would you be?”

“I would be… a stranger at a bar. You’d just have to play along,” he rumbled, “Treat me like one of your hookups.”

Warmth trickled down your spine and pooled between your legs. You licked your lips and traced your collarbone over your shirt, “You’ve thought about this before.”

“Maybe.”

“I’m not opposed to the idea. It could be… hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe next time I see you,” you conceded.

And so, this morning, while sipping coffee together out on his patio, he brought it up again.

“Do you remember when we talked about… an acting lesson?”

Your eyebrow quirked and you glanced over at him, “You mean roleplay?”

He shrugged, draping an arm around your shoulders, working his thumb against the starfruit tattoo on your arm, “How do you feel about it?”

“I wondered what it would have been like to meet you like that.”

“Me too,” he said, then scooted closer and murmured, “You know, I’ve always thought that was something so fucking sexy about you. The way you chew men up and spit them out.”

“Really?” you studied him.

The corner of his mouth tucked up in a smirk. His gaze bore into yours, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“Not you, though,” you brought your hand to his cheek and smoothed your palm along his cheek, “I like you.”

“No, not me,” he agreed, nuzzling into your touch, “But we can pretend. It’ll be an acting lesson, remember?”

“An acting lesson, yeah, that’s why you wanna do this. Not because you wanna fuck me in a bathroom stall, right?”

“It can be both,” he said, a devilish grin playing on his lips.

You couldn’t help but smile as you stared at him. His dark eyes flicked around your face, searching for an answer. When you released a reluctant sigh and frowned down into your coffee cup, he continued.

“I’ll give you some pointers beforehand, love. It’ll be fun. You just be you and pretend you don’t know me,” he purred, his voice growing lower and more persuasive, “I wanna see what it’s like to be used by you, Lua. Please. Let me be your piece of meat. Chew me up and spit me out.”

How could you say no?

When you step inside the door, it slams behind you. Outside, the sun still douses Los Angeles in daylight, but the underground bar shows no signs of it. Your eyes sting as they adjust to the darkness, and you find yourself momentarily blinded.

Slowly, things start to come into focus.

Neon beer signs and pucks of dim, golden light studding the low ceiling make their surroundings glow, reflecting off the dark wooden bar and high-top tables. A few clusters of people are scattered around at the tables, and one androgynous person sits at the bar, scrolling on their phone while taking occasional sips from a tall glass of beer. Over the speakers, “You Make Loving Fun” by Fleetwood Mac plays just a decibel too loud, but you have a feeling this is the standard music volume here.

It’s one of those places that seems unchanging. Static. You bet that if you walked in here at any moment, on any day, it would look and feel mostly the same.

You approach the bar and take a seat in one of the tattered barstools. Its red pleather sticks to your legs and back. One of the advantages and disadvantages of wearing your most fuckable dress: it’s really goddamn short.

“What’ll you be having tonight, miss?”

You look to the portly bartender and smile, “Vodka cranberry, please.”

He walks away, returning a minute later with your drink. You slide a twenty across the counter and thank him.

When the bartender brings you your change, he nods at the man pulling out the barstool next to you, who says, “Old fashioned.”

The bartender makes his drink and brings back your change. You leave a few bills on the rail as a tip, then lean back in your chair and look up at the TV. Two college football teams slam into each other on the screen.

The man sitting next to you is not discreet about his ogling. His eyes burn your skin, but you pay him no mind. You lift the drink to your lips and take a few quick gulps to hush the excitement bubbling up your neck.

He does the same, then you feel him lean towards you and ask, “Why do bars always play the most boring shit on TV?”

You look over at him, looking up and down his very expensive looking, and thusly very out-of-place, navy suit, obviously tailored just for him. The top three buttons are undone, revealing his smooth chest that gleams gold in the dim lighting. A lusty ache twists at your center.

You smirk and meet his deep brown eyes, “What, you don’t find the underlying threat of concussion-induced brain injuries to be exhilarating?”

The handsome “stranger” laughs, exposing this big, contagious smile, dimples tugging at his cheeks and everything, “I guess I never thought about it that way.”

You grin, staring down at your drink for a moment, then say, “I’ve found that if I go into it pretending it’s the first half of a horror story I’ll never know the ending to, it’s not as, umm,” a giggle escapes your throat, “fucking boring, y’know?”

“Wow,” he chuckles and shakes his head, “I’m not sure if I want to run for the hills or ask for your hand in marriage.”

“The first option is probably safer,” you wink, then take a sip of your drink.

His gaze lingers on you for a beat before he stammers, “I’m Diego, by the way.”

“Louella,” you take his outstretched hand and shake it.

He holds it there, grazing his thumb along your knuckles before pulling back, “What brings you out tonight? Meeting friends or something?”

You tilt your head at him, dragging your eyes across the broad expanse of his body, “Just, you know… seeing what’s out there.”

His throat rumbles and he drops his gaze to your lips, “Find anything?”

“Maybe,” you grin and take a sip of your drink, “What about you, Diego?”

“What about me?”

“You’re here, having a drink, talking to me. Is your evening going as you’d hoped?”

“Much better, actually,” he murmurs, leaning close, “Didn’t think I’d come across someone as gorgeous as you.”

You smile, and find yourself restraining laughter. Not because he’s doing bad or anything, but because he’s doing so good.

“Quite the smooth-talker, aren’t you?”

He grins, bobbing his shoulders in a shrug, “Is it working?”

At this, you do laugh. You tuck your hair behind your ear and depart from his lustful gaze, glancing down at your drink. A wide palm slides onto your back, warming the skin between your shoulder blades. The magnetic force of his body drawing close makes your breathing stutter.

“Listen,” his voice seems to melt, low and heated, into your ear, the baritone dripping down your spine, pooling between your legs, “If this is too forward, feel free to tell me to fuck off, but… do you want to have sex with me?”

You turn to find him just inches away, hooded eyes dark and heavy with want, flitting around your face like he’s brainstorming ways to make it contort with pleasure. You love seeing him like this. Needy. Aching. Putty in your hands.

“Tell me what you want to do to me, Diego,” you tell him in a throaty whisper, “And I’ll consider it.”

A flash of his pink tongue breaches his lips. He glances around as he scoots his barstool closer, knee brushing against yours, and murmurs in your ear, “As far as the venue goes, we have a couple options. Bathroom, out back, in my car—”

“Romantic,” you tease.

He raises an eyebrow at you, dragging his gaze from your face, down your neck, following the curve of your body, “But you don’t want romance, do you, Louella? That’s not why you’re here.”

“Oh yeah?” you tilt your head and bat your lashes at him, “Then why am I here?”

His throat rumbles. He leans so close, his breath scatters across your cheek when he says, “You’re here because you want to get fucked. Hard, preferably. You want me to bring you into that disgusting bathroom and stretch your sweet little cunt out with my fat cock, isn’t that right? You want me to squeeze your tits and use my teeth. You want it to hurt, not a lot, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make you feel something. Enough to make you feel… real,” he pauses here, smirking at you, licking his lips as he drops his gaze to your mouth, “Hmm? Isn’t that right, Louella?”

You swallow hard and nod, and realize you’re holding your breath. When you draw air in, it’s shaky and subdued.

“Will you let me do that for you?”

His touch trails up your bare leg and makes you shiver.

“Yes.”

He stands from the barstool and takes a cursory glance around, then nods at you, “Lead the way.”

Miraculously, the bathroom at this shitty dive bar is one of those no-stall, single-toilet situations with a deadbolt to keep the outside world at bay.

Dieter guides you through the threshold with his hand at the small of your back. You peer around the small, dim room, studying the graffitied black tile walls. Colorful tags, crudely drawn dicks, and witty remarks surround you on all sides. The scent of bleach burns your nostrils, which is a little disorientating, but you suppose it’s better than the alternative.

The lock clicks in place behind you.

When you turn to look at him, he’s already burying his fist in your hair and pushing your cheek against the cool tile wall. You gasp with surprise at the force he uses, exhaling a giddy laugh, and he murmurs in your ear, “What’s your safe word, baby?”

Your eyes dart around for inspiration, and you focus in on a cartoon giraffe wearing sunglasses, a cigarette dangling from his lips, next to a word bubble that reads: Giraffiti is cool!

“Giraffe.”

“Giraffe,” he repeats, and you nod as much as his grasp on your hair will allow.

He slides your skin-tight dress up to your waist and yanks your underwear down to your ankles, rumbling, “Fuck, look at this ass.”

His palm slides warm and gentle across one cheek, then he digs his fingers into the soft flesh and groans when you whimper. He lets go, and the deep, bruising grip is quickly replaced with a sharp, hard slap.

A gasp expands your lungs as heat tingles across the site.

“How’s that?”

“Fucking perfect,” you breathe, eyes drifting closed, mouth falling open. He does it again, same spot. Smack. This time you moan.

When he releases your hair, you stay where you are, with your hands and face all smushed up against the tile. He smooths gentle circles into your unmarred ass cheek. When it draws away, you flinch in anticipation, and he chuckles, “Too hard?”

“No.”

It’s followed by another smack, by pain and heat, and you hiss, “Fuck yes.”

His throat makes this noise that’s somewhere between a growl and a moan. He slides his hand around your front, between your legs, and he purrs, “You fucking love this, don’t you, Louella?”

“I do,” you whimper at his soft, exploratory touch, at the gentle way he spreads your arousal up and down your wet, hot middle. Fingertips dig into the curve of your ass and hold there. The contrast between his two hands is excruciating.

“What’s my name?”

Not thinking, you exhale, “Dieter.”

His gentle hand freezes against you. The other lays down a sharp smack that burns your skin and makes you whimper. He grinds out, “That’s not my fucking name. What’s my name?”

“Diego.”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he coos, putting the hand against your pussy in motion, tracing around your clit, not touching it directly, flooding your body with a tingling, frustrated kind of excitement that makes your heart race and your breathing quicken.

You reach down and grab his wrist, pressing his hand into you harder, rolling your hips against it, and moan at the pressure it relieves.

He yanks his hand away from your grasp and buries it in your hair, pulling the strands taught, smacking your ass again, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Please,” you pout, arching your hips back towards him, “Please fuck me, Diego.”

All the air leaves his lungs and scatters across your back.

“Louella,” he rumbles, and all your insides clench at his low, patient cadence, at the way your name vibrates off his lips onto your shoulder, then he says, “You are fucking demanding, aren’t you?”

“No—”

Smack

A hot, searing pain from your battered ass cheek makes you gasp, then whimper. Arousal shoots up your spine. Your cunt aches with need.

“I’ll be patient—I’ll do whatever the fuck you want, Diego, please—”

“That’s it,” he coos, “You’re gonna be my little slut, hmm? Let me fuck you the way I want?”

“Yes.”

The word comes out with a throaty, needy force, almost a fucking sob. You want him so bad it hurts. He chuckles at this, at how fucking desperate you are right now.

“Get on your knees, baby.”

He releases you and steps back. You turn to face him, holding his lust-blown gaze as you drop to your knees like he asked.

“Show me how bad you want it.”

You nod in understanding, your shaky hands clambering at his belt buckle, unzipping his slacks, the mechanism all strained with the force of his bulge. You pull his pants and briefs down with a frantic kind of energy that makes him hum with amusement as he watches you.

His cock bobs out as his pants fall to his feet. You admire it for a moment. How it’s so thick and swollen and twitchy with need, delicate skin pulled taught, a sticky little bead of arousal sprouting up at the tip. You test its weight in your palm, grinning when you look up and see Dieter’s lips part and his eyelids flutter.

“That’s it, baby, show me how bad you want me to fuck that pretty little pussy.”

You open your mouth, batting your eyelashes up at him as you drag your tongue up his length. Again and again, painting his cock with your saliva, using flat, firm strokes, until it’s shiny and soaked with spit.

He moans when you stretch your lips out around him, rolling your tongue against the tip, the salty, heady dribble of pre-cum smearing into your tastebuds. You slide your lips further down his shaft and start to suck him off at a steady rhythm, bobbing your head along his length.

“Oh my fucking god,” he gasps, eyebrows threading together, nodding down at you, “You’re so fucking good at that. Do you like sucking cock, baby, hmm?”

You look up to meet his eyes, mouth all full and stretched out from him, and answer anyway, “Mhmm.”

“Fuck yes you do—you fucking love it, don’t you?”

You pull off of him, replacing your mouth with your hand, jerking him off as you whine, “Yes I do, I fucking love it—”

He grabs your hair and forces his cock back in your mouth, gritting out, “Did I fucking tell you to stop?”

A moan surfaces from your guts. His head rolls back and he twitches against your tongue. You take the length of his cock faster now, the stretched-out band of your lips slick and tingling. He pets your hair and holds your gaze, watching you with awe as you work, quiet groans falling from his parted lips.

The doorknob jiggles, then there’s a knock.

“Occu—”

You sit up higher to plunge your mouth down on him, jamming his cock down your throat. His mouth falls open and he moans while you move in short, quick strokes. A wet gurgling noise echoes off the tiles back into your ears.

There’s another jiggle. Another knock. A faint, feminine, “Hello?”

You pull off of him, gasping for air while you wrap your hand around his cock and stroke him as he hollers, “Occupied!”

A beat goes by while he stares at the door before he brings his focus back to you, shaking his head, kicking his pants off over his shoes, “Get up.”

Your underwear tangle around your heels and trip you up. By the time you yank them off and toss them aside, Dieter has grown impatient. He rips you off the floor by your armpits, pushing your back against the cool tile wall.

Beneath you, your shaky legs buckle, but he slips an arm around your waist to prevent you falling.

As if second nature, he looks you over and draws his body close, cupping your cheek with his palm.

And… fuck, the way he stares at you, with this warm, attentive gaze… you know he wants to kiss you. You know he wants to hold you close and whisper sweet somethings in your ear. He wants to tell you he loves you and that he’ll never stop loving you, forever and ever until he’s dust, and maybe even then, if dust has feelings.

It’s all Dieter, not Diego.

You grin and search his face, then whisper, “You broke character.”

He narrows his eyes for just a moment, as if trying to process what you said. When he realizes you’re right, this big amused smile spreads across his face and he chuckles, “You hush.”

You link your hands at the back of his neck, “We can rewind.”

His throat rumbles as he considers this, brushing his knuckles along the side of your face, glancing down at your lips. The grip around your waist tightens and his hips sway a little.

“You just wanna kiss me and make sweet, sweet love to me, don’t you?”

“Maybe,” he grins, pressing his forehead against yours.

You giggle and comb your fingertips through his mess of curls, “You big softie.”

His smile falters a little and he shrugs, “Sorry.”

Your stomach twists.

“Hey, no,” you pull back enough to meet his eyes and shake your head, “It’s one of my very favorite things about you.”

He furrows his brow and blinks, “Really?”

“Yes,” you giggle, rubbing your palm against his cheek. He nuzzles into your touch and you tell him, “Diego is hot, but Dieter? My Dee? I fucking love him. And he’s hot.”

A bright, bashful smile spreads across his face. He meets your gaze with those loving, loving eyes and asks, “Can I fucking kiss you now?”

“Oh my god, plea—”

His lips cut you off, pressing into yours with passionate force. From its place pinned between your bodies, his cock twitches. He brings a hand to the back of your head and renews the kiss, pulling you closer, slotting his mouth against yours.

You whimper at the velvet of his tongue. The tug of his fingers clamping down in your hair. The persistent, pulsing current where your bodies meet.

The two of you seem to lose yourself here, in the heated kissing and touching and writhing, forgetting your presence in the restroom has a time limit.

Another knock on the door. Harder. Impatient.

Dieter parts from your swollen lips, his mouth a mess of your red lipstick, and hollers at the door, “Give me a minute!”

Then he turns back to you, his gaze all obsidian want, and mutters, “We better hurry before they ram the goddamn door down.”

“How do you want me?” you ask, batting your lashes at him, trailing a fingernail along his jawline.

“Just like this.”

Sometimes you forget how strong he is.

When he lifts your hips you let out a little yelp of surprise and hook your arms around his shoulders.

“Legs around my back, love, I got you,” he breathes. The wall bears some of your weight as you lean against it and wrap your legs around him. He settles in closer, shifting his hips under yours. The tip of his cock nudges your entrance.

“Are you ready?” he asks, caressing your cheek with the slope of his nose.

Normally, he has to work himself in slow. Let your body adjust to the stretch of him in increments. So you know what he means when he asks this.

But when you nod, and he loosens his grip to let gravity take you down, it still shocks you. The pain is immediate. And exquisite. You bury a deep, guttural moan into his shoulder and dig your nails into his skin. Your eyes flutter shut and you inhale a few sharp breaths.

“Fffffuck,” he hisses when you can go no further, “So fucking tight, holy fuck.”

All you can respond with is a whimper. He holds you here, impaled, not moving, as you start to relax around him and the pain condenses into a gooey ember right at the center of you.

“That’s it, love.”

His hips start to roll slow, dragging his cock along your walls, sending sparks up your spine.

“Fuck, Dee,” you gasp.

He snatches a kiss from your trembling lips and asks, “Too much?”

Your mouth gapes open with a ragged moan and you press your sweaty forehead into his, “Issss perfect—So fuuucking good—“

He lets out a raspy chuckle, “Listen to you, Lua, all fucking cock drunk, fuck—”

The laugh you release is delirious, and quickly devolves into moaning as he starts to fuck you faster. He’s not wrong. You feel disoriented and tingly, like you’ve been launched into space and you’re no longer on Earth, but on Planet Dieter.

You can tell he’s starting to unravel when he pants all kinds of filthy things against your frantic breathes, fueling the fire licking your insides, pulling you closer and closer to your ascent.

“You fucking love when I stretch your cunt out, don’t you doll? Hmm?”

You whimper and nod.

“Say it.”

“I—I fucking love w-when you stretch my cunt out.”

“Who’s my little slut?”

“I’m your little slut, Dee—oh, fuck—”

“That’s fucking right, baby,” he grunts, fucking you harder, faster. You clamber up his body, tugging on his hair, pulling him closer, gasping at the brilliant heat expanding at the base of your spine.

“Don’t fucking stop, don’t fucking stop, fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck,” you sob, drawing one more sharp inhale before you fall off the edge, ecstasy shattering you into a thousand pieces, then bringing you back together whole.

“Fuck yes, baby, there we go—oh my fucking god—”

Dieter’s hips drive up into you with a handful of rough, deep thrusts, while your whole body shudders and you release a choked moan. His echoes alongside yours, harmonizing in this unrestrained, unmistakably feral noise.

Every ounce of pressure held under your sweat-drenched, tingling skin deflates.

“Holy fucking shit, Dee,” you pant, ripping your sticky legs away from his, trying to find solid ground.

He lowers you to your feet, and you both stumble back a little, chests heaving, grinning at each other like mad.

“God, I love you,” he says, shaking his head as he doubles over to catch his breath, then he glances around and mutters, “I need to lay down.”

Three hard bangs against the door make you both jump.

“Are you done fucking yet?”

Your wide eyes meet his for a terrified moment, then you both burst with laughter.

“Yeah, give us a second,” Dieter calls back, then scoops his pants off the ground. After adjusting your dress and collecting your underwear, you walk to the sink to wash your hands and notice something resting between the faucet and wall: a metallic silver sharpie.

A smile spreads across your face. You grab it and hold it up to Dieter, who’s buckling his pants, “Do you want to do the honors, or should I?”

He raises his eyebrows when he glances up at you, and when he realizes what you’re implying, grins like a madman, “May I?”

You hand him the sharpie and he finds an unmarred section of black tile on which to write the message, framing the words with a frilly Valentine’s Day heart: DEE + LUA 4EVA!

[idontevenknow7878]

Everyone meet Adrianas Pangea counterpart!

Who are you?

Adriana Daysworn/ A bitch

How old are you?

23

When’s your birthday?

November 8th 2843

What are your favourite things?

My girlfriend, the colour silver, frogs, starfruit

What’s your sexuality?

I’m pansexual/demiromantic (that last one means I only romantically like very few people if any)

Fun facts?

I can play acoustic guitar and the tattoo on my chest was drawn by the love of my life

A song that would describe you?

There is a light that never goes out by The Smiths

What’s your sign?

I’m a Scorpio.

tagging the peeps who read these (lemme know if you want to be tagged!)

@rozeliyawashereyall @not-5-rats @littlesiren79 @honk-x2 @diamondzoey @strayharmony943 @lightdragon789

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Yeeeeeeess

Nav: 👗🌼💌🦸‍♀️🥘🍁

And for a little treat:

Clone Boys: 👀

I have asked so much but I need to knooowwww

Take your time, Ily 🌙🔮

ahhh yessss thank you so much, Hex, for asking all of these wonderful questions. answers below the cut because this got away from me 😂😅

Nav:

👗 Describe their style

when they worked on Coruscant before joining the GAR, they 100% rocked the thrifted light academia aesthetic, but it never fully fit their personality.

on the run from the Empire, and just in everyday life, they are much more prone to utilitarian, functional garments in neutral tones. sleeveless tunic belted over utility pants, with steel-toed boots and their trusty backpack. they steal one of Hunter's old bandanas and tie it around their bicep; Hunter loves it. and of course once they settle on Pabu, they start wearing more tank tops and shorts, soft-bottom shoes, a shark-tooth necklace that Omega crafts.

used to have long hair, but cut it really short when they joined the GAR and just never grew it out again.

they also have a single tattoo, a complementary pair to one that Arien had, on their ribs: a deadly cactus flower native to Iridonia. (Arien's was a sketch of Umate, the mountain peak on Coruscant.)

🌼 Assign them an aesthetic

alright take all of the above and now consider: space grunge

💌 How would they react to a love letter?

sorry my first thought here is the fact that Hunter would write said love letter and now I've made myself squee

anyways. on topic. I think the circumstance would be something like, Hunter writes a letter for Nav and leaves it for them to find somewhere, so it's a surprise. like, at the bottom of their pack (because we all know how often Nav cleans that out... 👀). & then reading it they'd need to sit in case they swoon, the paper held in one hand while the other is clasped over their mouth to hide their smile. definitely blushes. depending on how sappy Hunter got while writing, Nav may or may not tear up.

& then immediately tackle Hunter into a giant hug and smother him with kisses.

🦸‍♀️ What would they dress as for Halloween?

Nav would totally talk Hunter into couples' costumes--and of course that means Omega's costume is also themed, which probably means everyone else's as well. the squad as bowling pins and Omega as a bowling ball?

but for one year, Hunter and Nav make sure that their costumes match each other's and only each other's. Hunter as a werewolf and Nav as a werewolf hunter 👀

🥘 Favorite food?

this depends. if we're talking like, most nostalgic, then it's definitely the beef stew and crusty bread that the matron of the orphanage made on a regular basis. a whole big vat of the stew and the huge ovens made the entire building always smell so good.

but now as an adult, their favorite is the salad that Shep taught them to make on Pabu. starfruit and berries, nuts, crumbly cheese, and a decadent oil-based dressing. filling, sweet, and savory all in one.

that, or Hunter's meat pies. Hunter totally learns that he loves to cook once they all settle down on Pabu.

🍁 Their favorite season and why?

alright hc time: Coruscant doesn't have seasons, & Pabu basically has 2: hot and hotter. Iridonia is probably the same, though it gets chilly at night. therefore, Rintonne is the one planet that Nav has been to relatively frequently enough to experience four seasons. their favorite is by far autumn, with spring coming in second. there's something about transitory periods, life in flux, that just Hits Different for Nav. spring is in second place because allergies lmao.

Clone boys:

👀 How do they look like? Give an overall description of them

ohohoho strap in, here we go

387th Battalion, 13th Sector Army

Commander Creed. he presents a very stern, disciplined facade that intimidates shinies and civvies alike, but in reality he's very soft and compassionate. it's what makes him such a strong leader. he's unafraid to voice his opinion when he believes his Jedi General is making a foolish or wrong move, but is humble enough to admit when he's wrong. well-trimmed beard and mustache, undercut with a mop of dark curls. there's a scar from an errant blaster bolt during commando training, that streaks down the left side of his face. he has a tattoo under his left pec that reads 'for the people' in blocky Basic letting--that is his creed. he has a second tattoo on his right hip of his battalion's mascot (pls don't ask me what this is, idk yet).

Captain Static, Shatter Company. earned his name because when he was a cadet, he always pretended to talk on the radios with sound effects (*cksh* come in, command, *cksh*). he's a little bit naive, but very loyal and values intelligence. he often volunteers his company for recon missions, having trained them specially to communicate effectively. he's clean-shaven, with a stud nose piercing and regulation haircut.

Captain Flare, Phoenix Company. loves, loves, loves flare guns and will pout (mostly in jest these days) if he doesn't get the chance to pop one off at least once during a campaign. he's loud and unapologetic, a little cocky, but he does genuinely mean well and respects the hell out of anyone who can outwit his twin, Seg. with a permanent five o'clock shadow, brilliant white teeth, and that one perfect curl that always rests so nicely on his forehead, he's hot and he kriffin' knows it.

Captain Seg, Flare's twin, commanding officer of Angel Company. Seg is a little bit more withdrawn and quiet than Flare, but no less quick-witted--and quick-tempered. he often waits for an opening in his enemy's forces rather than making an opening himself (he leaves that to Shatter & Phoenix Companies). this is both in terms of battle tactics and verbal sparring. often known for silently observing conversations or debates, and drops one-line zingers that leave the entire table slack-jawed and/or in uproarious laughter. he's the most "reg" looking of the captains, but don't let that fool you.

Captain Drifter, of Hollow Company. Drifter is an old grumpy man at heart, rather pessimistic, but can be charming and suave when the occasion arises. something of a social chameleon, often chosen for diplomatic missions alongside the General. he's sarcastic but genuine, a balance he learned early on how to maintain, and it's gotten him into trouble as much as out of it. he has ear piercings, a septum ring, and a huge geometric tattoo sleeve on his right leg; and sometimes lets his hair grow out to about shoulder length.

Bonus boys! Hotshot and Screwball, ARC troopers, who featured briefly in Second Chances. Hotshot has a buzzcut and goatee, vitiligo, a rough hand-drawn star tattoo beneath his left eye, and a scar across the bridge of his nose. Screwball has long hair that he keeps tied back in a low bun, and a scar along the right side of his face. both Hotshot and Screwball are pranksters (and don't get me started on when they have shore leave with Screwball's twin, Misfit), but very, very good at their jobs. they specialize in destabilizing the enemy from behind enemy lines, often using their chaotic impulses to their advantage.

anyways thanks again so much, Hex, for letting me ramble about my blorbos 💖💖

[chapel-of-rizztual]

peach, raspberry, and starfruit for the ask game 💕

peach: do you have any piercings or tattoos?

I do! I’ve made a post about my tattoos before maybe I should do one about my piercings

raspberry: favorite flower?

Sunflower !🌻

star fruit: favorite sea creature?

Octopus!

Here’s some pics of the last time I was at the aquarium and saw this guy 🐙

[disposablelover]

✧･ﾟ  𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 & 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄

Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to answer some of the facts, add some other of your own. When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same.

NAME: axel

AGE: verse dependent [21 - 35]

SPECIES: human

GENDER: male

ORIENTATION: bisexual [usually leans towards women]

INTERESTS:  music, smoking, tattoos, motorcycles

PROFESSION: verse dependent [model, musician, mechanic, construction worker]

BODY TYPE: lean

EYES: blue

HAIR: blonde

SKIN: pale [covered in tattoos and piercings]

HEIGHT: 1.92 m

COMPANIONS: verse dependent  

ANTAGONISTS: verse dependent 

SMELLS: fig, black tea, cedar, tobacco, vetiver, musk  

FRUITS: mango, pineapple, starfruit

DRINKS: energy drinks, slurpees, starbucks refreshers

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? prefers vodka

SMOKES? yes

DRUGS? yes

DRIVERS LICENSE? yes

RANDOM HEADCANON

Axel and Max didn’t grow up together due to him living with his biological mom for his whole life, but they met shortly after their father died at the funeral and found out that they had a lot of interests in common. He wants to make it big as a rapper - but he’s... just... soo ... bad.

TAGGED BY: @heartxshaped-bruises [thank yooou 😍]

TAGGING: @musichealed @strictlycanon​ @bruisedconscience​ @glorifiiedgore​ @diicktective​ @pxrolee @justafleck @queenxfthedxmned @antisupe @n-galmurrr @amongxthexcrowd and anyone else who wants to do this!

[youmeandourdragonseeds]

I shake my head, “I got it.”

Feeling a good mood from the successful mission with Jet, I grow a starfruit and chuck it at Vader’s head playfully.

Vader whirls when it smacks his head, straightening as he sees you and the boys laughing around you.

“Good throw,” Jet hums. “Perfect landing and everything.”

Rex spots the brand on Vader’s arm and quickly looks to your own, having thought it looked familiar. “Anyone care to explain that matching tattoo?” He tries to play dumb. “Is that like- a secret Jedi thing?”

[placeofpolls]

maybe not so hyperspecific BUT STILL

[flirting-with-psychology]

Stars ✨ [True or False]

Created by joybucket

You like stars. ⭐️ You own a shirt with stars on it. When you were younger, you wanted to be a superstar. 💃 You’ve watched Dancing with the Stars. 💃 You wish you could be on Dancing with the Stars. 💃 You used to draw stars in the margins of your notebooks when you were in school. You know all the words to “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” At some point in your life, you’ve wanted to be a popstar. 🎤 At some point in your life, you’ve wanted to be a rockstar. 🎸 At some point in your life, you’ve wanted to be a country star. At some point in your life, you’ve wanted to be a movie star or TV star. 🎬 You wish want to be a superstar. You put a star on top of your Christmas tree every year. 🌟 You have your Christmas tree up already, and there is a star on top of it. 🌟 You love to lay on your back and look up at the stars. ✨ You’ve received a gold star sticker for doing a good job. ⭐️ You own something with the Star of David on it. ✡️ You’ve drawn a star on your face. You’ve met someone named Starla. You’ve met someone named Star or Starr. You’ve had a star named after you. ✨ You’ve named a star after someone. ✨ You’ve seen a shooting star. 🌠 You’ve wished up a shooting star. 🌠 You’ve slept under the stars. ✨ 🏕 You’ve slept under the stars on a camping trip. ⛺️ You’ve slept under the stars in your backyard. You’ve slept under the stars in someone else’s backyard. You own a pair of star-shaped earrings. From where you’re sitting right now, you can see something in the room that has a star on it. Your country’s flag has stars on it. You have a favorite basketball star. 🏀 You have a favorite football star. 🏈 You have a favorite volleyball star. 🏐 You have a favorite soccer star. ⚽️ You had glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling when you were younger. ✨ You still have glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling when you were younger. You’ve currently wearing something with a star or stars on it.  You like the quote: “Why wish upon a star when you can pray to the one who created it?” You like the quote: “Shoot for the moon. If you miss, at least you’ll land among the stars.” ✨ You just realized that “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” and the alphabet song have the same tune. You’re a fan of Patrick Star. Off the top of your head, you can think of at least one song you really like with the word “Star” or “Stars” in the title. You know the name of the song this line is from: “…and I thank my lucky stars to be living here today, cuz the flag still stands for freedom, and they can’t take that away…."🎶 🇺🇸 You own a Jeffree Star makeup palette. You’re a huge Star Wars fan. ✨ You’ve dressed up as a Star Wars character for Halloween. You like the song "Be A Star” from the movie Lifesize. You like the song “Shining Star” by Jump5. You’ve rated a survey five stars. ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ You’ve stayed at a five-star hotel. 🏨 You’ve tried starfruit. You’ve heard of starfruit before. You think starfish look cool. You’ve seen a starfish in person. You remember watching Ryan Starr perform on American Idol. 🎤 You have a star tattooed on your body. You’ve eaten at a five-star restaurant. To star in a movie would be a dream come true for you. To star in a musical would be a dream come true for you. You remember watching the funny sketch “Know Your Stars” on All That. You own a pair of socks with stars on them. You own a pair of shorts with stars on them. You own a pair of pants with stars on them. You own a star necklace. You’re fascinated by stars. ✨ You studied astronomy in college, because you’re fascinated by stars. ✨ You like the song “When You Wish Upon a Star.” You’ve worn a star on your head for a Christmas play or musical. You’ve dressed up as a shooting star for Halloween. 🌠 You’ve cut a photo in the shape of a star for a scrapbook page. You’ve owned a sheet of stickers that were shaped like stars. ⭐️ You’ve downloaded a Starlight font for your computer. You know someone who has starred in a movie. You’ve met one of your favorite movie or TV stars. You’ve met one of your favorite popstars. You’ve met one of your favorite rockstars. You’ve met one of your favorite sports stars. You’re good at drawing stars. You own a swimsuit with stars on it. You own a blanket with stars on it.  You own a pair of shoes with stars on them. You’ve used the starry-eyed emoji. 🤩 You’ve used one of the gold star emojis. 🌟 You shine bright like the stars in the sky! ✨ You have a good view of the stars from your bedroom window. You have a good view of the stars from your backyard. You like to look up at the stars and spot constellations. 🌌 You believe in astrology and feel you can relate to your star sign. You know which artist sings this song: “She’s so lucky, she’s a star, but she cry cry cries in her lonely heart….” You’ve used the name of one of your favorite stars for one of your computer passwords. You’ve looked up at the stars through a telescope. 🔭 You wish you had a better view of the stars from where you live. You’ve stargazed on a rooftop. You like the song “All Star” by Smash Mouth. You own something autographed by your favorite star. You don’t think you will ever star in a movie.  You like the quote: “When it’s dark enough, you can see the stars.” You plan on rating this survey five stars. ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

009 of 2023

Stars ✨ [True or False]

Created by joybucket

You like stars. ⭐️ You own a shirt with stars on it. When you were younger, you wanted to be a superstar. 💃 You've watched Dancing with the Stars. 💃 You wish you could be on Dancing with the Stars. 💃 You used to draw stars in the margins of your notebooks when you were in school. You know all the words to "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." At some point in your life, you've wanted to be a popstar. 🎤 At some point in your life, you've wanted to be a rockstar. 🎸 At some point in your life, you've wanted to be a country star. At some point in your life, you've wanted to be a movie star or TV star. 🎬 You wish want to be a superstar. You put a star on top of your Christmas tree every year. 🌟 You have your Christmas tree up already, and there is a star on top of it. 🌟 You love to lay on your back and look up at the stars. ✨ You've received a gold star sticker for doing a good job. ⭐️ You own something with the Star of David on it. ✡️ You've drawn a star on your face. You've met someone named Starla. You've met someone named Star or Starr. You've had a star named after you. ✨ You've named a star after someone. ✨ You've seen a shooting star. 🌠 You've wished up a shooting star. 🌠 You've slept under the stars. ✨ 🏕 You've slept under the stars on a camping trip. ⛺️ You've slept under the stars in your backyard. You've slept under the stars in someone else's backyard. You own a pair of star-shaped earrings. From where you're sitting right now, you can see something in the room that has a star on it. Your country's flag has stars on it. You have a favorite basketball star. 🏀 You have a favorite football star. 🏈 You have a favorite volleyball star. 🏐 You have a favorite soccer star. ⚽️ You had glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling when you were younger. ✨ You still have glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling when you were younger. You've currently wearing something with a star or stars on it. (no, but my hoodie has moon phases printed on it :P) You like the quote: "Why wish upon a star when you can pray to the one who created it?" You like the quote: "Shoot for the moon. If you miss, at least you'll land among the stars." ✨ You just realized that "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" and the alphabet song have the same tune. You're a fan of Patrick Star. Off the top of your head, you can think of at least one song you really like with the word "Star" or "Stars" in the title. You know the name of the song this line is from: "...and I thank my lucky stars to be living here today, cuz the flag still stands for freedom, and they can't take that away...."🎶 🇺🇸 You own a Jeffree Star makeup palette. You're a huge Star Wars fan. ✨ You've dressed up as a Star Wars character for Halloween. You like the song "Be A Star" from the movie Lifesize. You like the song "Shining Star" by Jump5. You've rated a survey five stars. ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ You've stayed at a five-star hotel. 🏨 You've tried starfruit. You've heard of starfruit before. You think starfish look cool. You've seen a starfish in person. You remember watching Ryan Starr perform on American Idol. 🎤 You have a star tattooed on your body. You've eaten at a five-star restaurant. To star in a movie would be a dream come true for you. To star in a musical would be a dream come true for you. You remember watching the funny sketch "Know Your Stars" on All That. You own a pair of socks with stars on them. You own a pair of shorts with stars on them. You own a pair of pants with stars on them. You own a star necklace. You're fascinated by stars. ✨ You studied astronomy in college, because you're fascinated by stars. ✨ You like the song "When You Wish Upon a Star." You've worn a star on your head for a Christmas play or musical. You've dressed up as a shooting star for Halloween. 🌠 You've cut a photo in the shape of a star for a scrapbook page. You've owned a sheet of stickers that were shaped like stars. ⭐️ You've downloaded a Starlight font for your computer. You know someone who has starred in a movie. You've met one of your favorite movie or TV stars. You've met one of your favorite popstars. You've met one of your favorite rockstars. You've met one of your favorite sports stars. You're good at drawing stars. You own a swimsuit with stars on it. You own a blanket with stars on it. (used to) You own a pair of shoes with stars on them. You've used the starry-eyed emoji. 🤩 You've used one of the gold star emojis. 🌟 You shine bright like the stars in the sky! ✨ You have a good view of the stars from your bedroom window. You have a good view of the stars from your backyard. You like to look up at the stars and spot constellations. 🌌 You believe in astrology and feel you can relate to your star sign. You know which artist sings this song: "She's so lucky, she's a star, but she cry cry cries in her lonely heart...." You've used the name of one of your favorite stars for one of your computer passwords. You've looked up at the stars through a telescope. 🔭 You wish you had a better view of the stars from where you live. You've stargazed on a rooftop. You like the song "All Star" by Smash Mouth. You own something autographed by your favorite star. You don't think you will ever star in a movie. (not interested anyway) You like the quote: "When it's dark enough, you can see the stars." You plan on rating this survey five stars. ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

[ephilog]

Thank you, Lars, for this healed pic of your star fruit!🤩🙏

PS: If y'all are bored in lockdown, you know what's a great pastime? Taking cool pics of your healed tattoos and sending them to your artist is!😬

[rainyunknownllama]

LANA CC FINDS CATEGORY LIST- FEMALE SKIN LIST {Done, on Dec 21 2021}

First, I DO NOT CLAIM I MADE ANY OF THESE SKINS! I AM ONLY MAKING THIS POST. Also, I be restoring skins and their original photos in posts I will be making and adding to this list! Also, some of these skins should be under ALL ages but for some reason they fell under Lana female skin category, so they be on this list! THESE ARE THE SKINS I COULD FIND THE REST ARE GONE! 

1. Marshmellow Skin by Marshmellowsims: HERE 

2. Frozen Elsa Skin by G-Dragon Sims: HERE 

3. Orchid Skin by Sims3melancholic: HERE 

4. Lady Gaga Skinblend 2017 {plus eyebrows & clothing) by Monsternoirsims: HERE 

5. May Blues Skinblend {plus sim download} by EntertaingSimmer: HERE 

6.  Happy Holidays Skin Collections {different skins, in a collection and separate files} by TreeSimz: HERE 

7. Female Face “Disney Skin” Retexture Skin by Sebom {Naver download}: HERE 

8. Halloween Tattoos on Skin by 2sxy4usims: HERE 

9. Albino Skin by KaletheGrey: HERE 

10.  Estefania Skinblend by Pandelabs: HERE 

11. Followers Gift by EntertainingSimmer {ALL SFS link works} : HERE 

12. 2016 Lady Gaga Skinblend with Gaga’s Tattoos by MonsternoirSims: HERE 

13.  TS3 Skin #7 by Synestesia: HERE 

14. Palamas Skin by Melancholic: HERE 

15. Polly Skin by Melancholic: HERE 

16. Lush Skin by Little Noire: HERE 

17. Pearl Skintone by Melancholic: HERE 

18. Blanic Skin by Melancholic: HERE 

19. Monolo Skin by Melancholic: HERE 

20. Asian Skin by Melancholic: HERE 

21. European Skin by MissDayDreams: HERE 

22.  Jin Vein Skin {Non-default both genders} by Jin-Sims: HERE 

23. Freckled Berry By Brntwaffles: HERE 

24.  Kinemortophobia’s Skinblend & Realistic Eyes Set by Brntwaffles: HERE

25. Everything nice a berry friendly verison skin by Fairsteadsims: HERE 

26. TSB GALAXIES V1.6 by That Sims Blog: HERE 

27. Semi Doll Skinblend by Simutation: HERE 

28. Asian Skinblend by Tudart {mediafire link}: HERE 

29. Tainted Skinblend by Starza {mediafire link}: HERE 

30.  Warren Skintone V1 by Chisimi: HERE 

31. Rosy Skintone {Default} by sk-sims {dropbox link only}: HERE 

32. Angelina Skin by MissdayDreams: HERE 

33. Jane Skin by Sketchbookpixels: HERE 

34. Rosa Skin by Sketchbookpixels: HERE 

35. Marigold Skin by Sketchbookpixels: HERE 

36. Xia Skin by Sketchbookpixels: HERE 

37. Lella Skin by Sketchbookpixels: HERE 

38. Mari Skin by Sketchbookpixels: HERE

39. Jude Skin by Sketchbookpixels: HERE 

40.  Avett Skin by Sketchbookpixels: HERE 

41. Cora Skin by Sketchbookpixels: HERE 

42. Fyfe Skin by Sketchbookpixels: HERE 

43. Sofie Skin by Sketchbookpixels: HERE 

44. Hanna Skin by Sketchbookpixels: HERE 

45. Maisy Skin by Sketchbookpixels: HERE 

46. Angie Skin by Sketchbookpixels: HERE 

47. Ming Skin by Sketchbookpixels: HERE 

48. Mary Skin by Sketchbookpixels: HERE 

49. Anna Skin by Sketchbookpixels: HERE 

50. Edrea Skin by Chof- Pixls: HERE

51. Fog Skintone by T-Enebraenonmoriatur: HERE 

52. Milk Skin by T-Enebraenonmoriatur: HERE

53.  Puckerskin by Heijou: HERE 

54.  Vitiligo Skin by Simplykitsch: HERE

55.  Doll Face Skintone by Asksims: HERE

56.  Aino Skin by Verakasthethird: HERE

57.  Noir Redux by Theothersim: HERE

58.  Custom Sim & Skin by Maggisims: HERE

59.  Ivy Skin by CakeNoodles: HERE

60.  Vitiligo Skin by Devilishsimbrl: HERE

61.  Bittersweet Skin by Tenebraenonmoriatur: HERE

62. Starfruit Reupload by Kurasoberina: HERE

63.  Feckless Light Skintone by Tenebraenonmoriatur: HERE

64.  Tenko Skin by Inanokun: HERE

65.  Castanic Skin by Itsoceansecret: HERE

66.  Lithium Skin by Simsatmidnight: HERE

67.  Skin 9v2 by Ulito4ka: HERE

68.  Inuendo & Invierno Skin by Pills-n-Sims: HERE

69.  Nox Skintone by GolyHawHaw: HERE

70.  Birth 2.0 Special Skin by Pills-n-Sims: HERE

71.  Birth V 1.0 w Nose Mask by Pills-n-Sims: HERE

72.  Wolfie Skinblend by FreyaSims: HERE

73.  Teniskin Skin by Cakenoodles: HERE

74. Rosewater Skin (Clean) HD Skin by Kurasoberina {Click updated download link for download}: HERE

75.  Fresh Sart Skin by Tallsimmer: HERE

76.  SS Asian Skin by ShadowSimblr: HERE

77.  Alonzo Skin by Golyhawhaw: HERE

78.  Taylor Skin by SimmerAddiction83: HERE

79.  Chloe HD Skin by Littlenoire: HERE

80.  M.3 Skin V2.0 by GolyHawHaw: HERE

81.  M.B Skin by GolyHawHaw: HERE

82.  Nola Skin by Cakenoodles: HERE

83.  Dolly Skin by GolyHawHaw: HERE

84.  A Matter of Youth Skin by GhostbabyPixels: HERE

85.  Scarlett Skin by Pandelabs: HERE

86.  GolyHawHaw’s Cosmetics Skin: HERE

87.  FMNS Skin by ForgetmenotSims: HERE

88.  Dephry Skintone by GolyHawHaw: HERE

89.  Youthful Glow ND Skin by Pixelore: HERE

90.  BloodDrinkers Skin by Moonskin93: HERE

91.  GabriellabareskinV1 by Cakenoodles: HERE

92.  Catch Me If You Can Skin by NoodleSims: HERE

93.  H.I.L.D.I Skin  by Cyberryeezus: HERE

94.  Chester Skin Dark Tones by Cakenoodles: HERE

95.  Pity Party Skin by LLS: HERE

96.  Velvet Skin by Yoonhaon: HERE

97.  Skin by Simplychic: HERE

98.  Sketchmark Skin by Technicolourclouds: HERE

99.  Cakley’s Skin by TheOtherSims: HERE

100.  Wintersun Freckled by Itstraumhaus: HERE

101.  MS Skin by  Simply-one-hell-of-a-simblr: HERE 

102.  Devon Aoki Skin by MomoSims: HERE 

103.  WARRENS Skintone V1 (non-default) by Chisimi: HERE 

104.  Rosy Skintone ND by Sk Sims: HERE 

105.  Winter Elf Skin ND by Plumb-Barb: HERE 

Backups of some of these female skins: HERE

[adoresoperecs]

Jung Hoseok

Compromise (S,F) enemies to lovers au @chim-chimmie

Like I’m gonna lose you (S) @jeonsjiddies

Little things (F) @jeonsjiddies

Butterfly tattoo (S) tattoo artist hobi @jjungkookislife

Taste so sweet (S) @geniuslab

Hot rod (S,F) @kinktae

IKEA (F) established relationship au @babeejeon

Always together (F) @babeejeon

House rules (S,F) @noteguk

Baby love (A,F) @v-hope

foreplay (S,F) @namoonficrecs

Little prince or princess (F,S) @untaemedqueen

Coffee? (F,S) @untaemedqueen

Keep me warm (S,F) @ppersonna

Good morning (S) @ppersonna

Fingers (S) @ppersonna

Kneel (S) @ppersonna

Lost in the heat (S) (cartel au) @ppersonna

Starfruit (S) (camboy! hobi) @inkedtae

sunshower (F) @jimlingss

safety zone (S,F) @btsgotjams27

dating hobi (fluff,smut) @pixieknj

[welcometowriteblr]

WELCOME TO WRITEBLR WILL BE DELIVERING OUR 15TH EVENT!

Welcome to Writeblr would like to begin by thanking the community for following us for the past year, participating in our events, and letting us continue to be an active and helpful network. We have recently reached 1,000 followers and in celebration of that we have prepared a special event! Our leader Isa has made a menu of different coffee and tea flavors that correspond to different types of tropes, plots, or characters. Feel free to use this generator for whatever you need!

HOW TO PLACE AN ORDER

1️⃣ Go to this website and roll an order. Feel free to order as many as you want. 2️⃣ Find what your order corresponds to using the image above or the text description below the cut. 3️⃣ Write your order in whatever way you would like! AUs, fics, drabbles, poems, etc. You are free to do whatever you like with these prompts but please note NSFW submissions will not be put on the blog. 4️⃣ Tag your work as #WTWcafe and #WTWcommunity if you choose to make a post about it. 5️⃣ OR join our server and post your work in our promo/writing channels.

This event is a permanent event, so take as much time as you’d like to complete your works or do as many as you’d like.

SIZES

Short -  Smart One

Tall - Leader

Grande - Chaotic One

Venti - Anti-Hero

Trenta - Token One

STYLES

Hot Coffee - War

Iced Coffee - Fantasy

Hot Tea - Dystopian

Iced tea - Haunted

Frappuchino - School

BREWS

Decaf - Retired Badass

Espresso - Criminal History

Blonde - Large Family

Flat White - Toxic Family

Dark Roast - Royalty

Cold Brew - Lone Wolf

Nitro Cold Brew - Mystery

TEA

Chai - Excessive Curiosity

Earl Grey - Over-Indulgence

Royal English Breakfast - Hubris

Matcha - Laziness

Mint - Inability to Change

Peach - Cowardice

Honey Citrus Mint - Impulsive

REFRESHERS

Guava Passionfruit - Archery

Mango Black Tea - Good Listening

Pineapple Matcha - Gardener

Kiwi Starfruit - Trustworthy

Strawberry Acai - Charismatic

Very Berry Hibiscus - Good With Animals

Mango Dragonfruit - Weapons Master

MILKS

Whole Milk - Control Freak

2% - Streamer (Social Media Personality)

Heavy Cream - Slob

Breve (half & half) - Brutally Honest

Skim / Nonfat - Scaredy Cat

Almond - Super Smart

Oat - Sick

Soy - Tattoos/Piercings

Coconut - Stubborn

SWEETENERS

Splenda - Protection/Vengeance

Cane Syrup - Safety/Security

Brown Sugar Syrup - Love/Belonging

Stevia - Self-Efficacy/Self-Esteem

Sugar - Recognition/Admiration

Lemonade - Self-Actualization

TOPPINGS

Caramel Drizzle - Unreliable Narrator

Mocha Drizzle - Antagonist/Protagonist have History

White Mocha Drizzle - Someone has Amnesia

Strawberry Drizzle - Secret Royal

Cinnamon Dolce crunch - Not the Real Villain

Sea Salt - Natural Disaster

Honey - Fatal Mistake

FLAVORS

Vanilla - Enemies to Lovers

Mocha - Mentor/Pupil

White Mocha - Platonic

Raspberry - Rivals

Blueberry - Enemies to Allies

Mango - Childhood Friends to Allies

Caramel - Shared Trauma

Cinnamon Dolce - Lovers to Enemies

Strawberry - Siblings

Peppermint - Familial

Funnel Cake - Dumb/Smart

Hazelnut - Found Family

Toffee Nut - Bodyguard

Pineapple Ginger - Big/Small

Matcha - Dramatic/Aloof

[selkiesbittybonanza]

Hi I wanted to ask for a match up for adoption! Nova lives in a medium sized house, it's all redone in a cottage style. The only sounds in the house is music, windchimes, footsteps, and the weather. He never has guests as he prefers to be alone. He lives alone and keeps the home squeaky clean, there are no pets in the home as he has bad histories with animals passing. He hopes to adopt a bitty in hopes of having a companion. His hobbies include reading, tea making, gardening, candle making, knitting, and butterfly collecting. His general dislikes are loud and obnoxious people, children, the color red, clutter, extreme cold, strong smells, people who can't sit in silence, hair on clothing, furniture, etc. His general likes are candles, sweaters and scarves, writing, photography, coffee, tea, white roses, windchimes, a nice breeze, music, lemon baked goods, starfruit, violin, tattoos, the sound of running water and whistles of wind. Nova likes to care for things but prefers something that isn't in need of constant attention. He's tried to have a dog and they barked so much he gave it to his mother. He tried cats but they shed so much his allergies flared to an unreasonable amount. So anything extremely loud or fur covered he cannot have. He's looking for a bitty that he can treat as an equal or a roommate. He doesn't like to baby them and he prefers that they treat them the same.

Hi Nova, thanks for your interest in my bittys! For you I recommend:

Espresso: Espressos are quiet and artistic bittys, in fact, they prefer to communicate in writing. They enjoy coffee and art, and I think they’d be a good match for you. They are pretty tidy but might need a reminder to take their mugs to the kitchen or other minor cleaning especially if they’re involved with their art or video game.

Puff: Puffs love home making and gardening and will easily find projects to keep himself busy. Especially if you give him some space for gardening. They’re tidy bittys so they’ll keep your house the same. They love making tea and knitting and will happily make both for you!

Nebula: Nebulas are quiet, sleepy bittys who don’t need a lot of direct attention. They’re happy just to hang out near you and “participate” in whatever you are doing. They aren’t the tidiest bittys but they don’t move around a lot so their disorganization is easy to clean up after. They’d love to coil around your shoulders and whisper jokes in your ear!

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Masterlist 🔮

My Rules

Akatsuki no Yona (Yona of the Dawn) Fanfics/Oneshots

Oneshots

The Pirates of Awa (Protective!Soft!Jae-ha x Pirate!Reader)

Time Needed to Heal (Cheater!Kija x Fiancée!Reader x Sweet!Hak)

House Hunting (Pairings: Shin-ah x OC, slight Hak x Yona) Modern AU

Halloween Special: Caramel Apples and Tricksters [Part 1], [Part 2]  (Pairings: Shin-ah x OC, slight Hak x Yona) Modern AU ✔

An Unexpected Alternation to the Operation (Protective!Hak x Stubborn!Reader x Protective!Jae-ha) 

World Upside Down (Bullied!Shy!Reader x Big Brother!Dragons+Hak) Modern AU

The Unofficial Parents of the Happy Hungry Bunch (Zeno x Immortal!Reader)

When You Have a Nightmare (Shin-ah’s Version) Modern AU 

Jae-ha’s Version 

Kija’s Version 

Zeno’s Version 

Hak’s Version  

Trouble in the Tavern (Jealous!Shin-ah x Reader)

Loyalty and Love (Police Officer!Jae-ha x Shy!Reader x Military Officer!Kija)

Misunderstanding (Husband!Jae-ha x Wife!Reader)

After School Naps (Childhood Best Friend!Hak x Anxious!Reader) Modern AU

Bodyguard (Tattooed!Hak x Shy!Reader) Modern AU

The Consequences of Dancing in the Rain (Boyfriend!Yoon x Feverish!Reader) Modern AU

The Three Times No One Noticed and the One Time Someone Did (Soft!Hak x Quiet!Reader)

Series

[18+] The Princess and Her Dragons (*SMUT*, Poly!AU) Masterlist  

Ryokuryuu’s Lifeline (Jae-ha x Reader) : Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 ✔

The Varied Path (Shin-ah x OC, ongoing book with over 180 parts including 150 chapters and several extras/specials, Wattpad Link)

Boku no Hero Academia/BNHA (My Hero Academia) Fanfics/Oneshots

Oneshots

[18+] Tiring Him Out (Insomniac!Aizawa x Reader) *SMUT*

[18+] A Different Kind of Punishment (Bakugou x Reader) *SMUT*

Gifts From the Heart (Soft!Ojiro x Wolf!Reader)

[18+] Take it From Your Hot Neighbor Baby (Virgin!Sub!Midoriya x Reader) *SMUT*

[18+] The Gentle Giant's Breaking Point (Shoji x Reader) *SMUT*

[18+] On the First Try (Todoroki Shouto x Reader) *SMUT*

[18+] Say Please (Bunny!Stripper!Bakugou x Reader) *SMUT*

[18+] Waking You Up With His Tongue (Pro-Hero!Midoriya x Reader) *SMUT*

[18+] Black Coffee and Honeysuckle (Aizawa Shouta x Kitten!Reader) *SMUT*

Life After Luck (Black Panther!Shinsou x Reader)

Tangy Starfruit and White Sea Foam (Tiger!Todoroki x Reader)

Smoke and Mirrors (CEO!Soft!Todoroki x Reader)

Smoke and Mirrors (CEO!Soft!Todoroki x Reader) Part 2

Series

Saving Her (Ojiro Mashirao x Wolf!Reader) Masterlist  - Contains a lot of Dadzawa as well

Event Collabs

Bakugou’s Birthday Bash 2021 (My Works) Masterlist  - Consists of 12 oneshots