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moonfurthetemmie · 2 years ago

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“…Yknow,” Oleander mused, watching Willow and Senna flirt across the hall, “I don’t know why, but the way Willow talks sometimes reminds me of you.”

Aspen snorted. “Really? That’s funny. She reminds me of you sometimes, too.”

The brothers snickered.

Ollie’s smile slowly faded as another thought occurred. “…she…Kind of looks like you, too.“

Aspen had the same look on his face. “…and by extension you.”

Senna and Willow were completely oblivious to them. The former gently flicked Willow’s pointed ear. A trademark of spirits…and Willow’s abilities weren’t aspected to positive or negative emotions like Ollie and Aspen’s were.

“Aspen.” Oleander said carefully. “How did you and Lazuli meet Willow again?”

Aspen furrowed his brow. “We met her by the…the tree.”

The pair looked at each other.

Then at Willow.

Then back to each other.

Ollie’s eyes widened. “Oh. My god."

He ran after Senna and Willow, Aspen on his heels.

“Willow!”

Willow and Senna turned, very concerned by the urgency in Ollie’s voice.

“Willow,” Ollie started once he’d caught up, “Willow, are you the tree spirit?”

Willow blinked. Her eyes were blue, not yellow or lavender, but that didn’t mean much. She wasn’t a positive or negative spirit.

“I…maybe?” Willow said uncertainly. “Why?”

“Aspen and Lazuli found you by the tree, right?” Ollie said as Aspen caught up. “How did you get there?”

“Uh…” Willow glanced between the brothers. “I…just woke up there, honestly. I fell asleep with my girlfriend and the next thing I knew, I was there.”

“Oh my god.” Aspen said quietly.

Willow gulped. “What’s going on?”

Oleander gaped at her. “Th…then you and your girlfriend turned into the tree?”

“I- I think?”

“Oh my god. Willow, you’re-“ Aspen couldn’t even finish the sentence. He just stared at her like she’d suddenly grown three heads. Ollie wasn’t much better.

While Willow still didn’t understand, the pieces clicked for Senna. Her eyes widened.

“…Willow, did…did anyone ever tell you how Aspen and Ollie were…born?”

Willow looked at her in confusion. “N…no? Does it matter?”

Senna glanced at the brothers, whose poor brains were still buffering and trying to process this information. “…Kind of. They uh…they came from that tree. Their souls are some of the magic apples. You can probably guess which.”

Willow stared at her.

Then at the brothers.

Then at Senna.

Her eyes widened and her head whipped back to stare at the brothers as she yelped, “I have KIDS?”

“WE have a MOM???”Ollie countered, with equal distress and confusion.

“No!” Aspen said, turning and grabbed Ollie by his shoulders. “We have two moms. What the fuck?”

“Wait, then where’s-“

Ollie cut himself off and stared wide-eyed at Senna. “Wait a fucking second-“

Senna immediately burst out laughing.

“Oh my god Senna, you’re dating my mom,” Oleander said in a hushed tone.

Aspen choked. Senna wheezed and clutched her stomach.

“…I don’t remember anything between falling asleep and waking up by the tree,” Willow’s quiet, somber voice interrupted them. She looked at Aspen and Ollie with a desperate look in her eyes. “Did you- was there someone to take care of you two when you were kids?”

All laughter faded. Ollie’s eyes darkened. Aspen looked away.

Willow caught her breath. “Oh, god-“

“Some people tried to,” Aspen murmured. “Sort of. But they wanted to take me to their homes, and didn’t want Oleander.”

“The closest thing we had to a caretaker was Pine,” Ollie added, hesitating on the name. “But he wasn’t all that much older than us. And…”

Senna put a hand on Ollie’s shoulder.

“You were alone?” Willow whispered, horrified.

“We had-“ Aspen started, but Willow cut him off.

“‘Each other’ doesn’t count, Aspen. You were kids, and no one even—oh god. And I wasn’t- neither of us were ever-“ She covered her mouth. “We were never there. I’m…I’m so sorry. Oh, god. Aspen. Oleander. I’m so sorry.”

#Bitchswap JMV #what are everyone's tags. did i actually tag them in the master post. i don't remember. oopsies #Bitchswap Senna #Bitchswap Aspen #Bitchswap Oleander #Bitchswap Willow #yeah i was just Thinking About Them <33 enjoy the hard pivot from Crack to Angst <33 #also willow's girlfriend (Gem) is by this point presumed Gone. How exactly? Willow is unsure. but she is Gone #anyways i was just thinking about them #I've never actually properly Written with any of them yet #I keep giving Ollie so much DS Nightmare Energy if i do do anything with him tho. it's so funny #they're just gremlins your honor #This is how Aspen and Ollie finally discover that they do in fact have a mom and Willow discovers she has TWO fucking kids #At least one version of it #nothing is canon and everything is canon all at once. especially when i am left to my own devices.#and aye there is willow/senna. i don't know if that's actually part of the main timeline or if it's just #'Yeah they could smooch. it's possible. they definitely should sometimes also'

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moonstruckme · 5 days ago

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Helloo lovely, hope you're having a good day!

I just wanted to leave a teeny tiny request for a poly!marauders x reader where reader has never tried any alcoholic drinks before but she wants to try and she trusts her boys about the drinks and about taking care of her if she feels drunk (not that she would recognize the feeling, I guess)?

If you've done this before or not feeling like writing it, just feel free to ignore it 💙

Hope tumblr doesn't eat my request this time, for some reason it really likes to eat anything I send when they are sent as anon 🤦🏻‍♀️

Thanks for requesting, angel <3

cw: alcohol

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 533 words

“Baby.” Sirius is laughing, pink-cheeked and sparkly-eyed while he detaches his mouth from a straw. His legs are pulled up with him onto the armchair, you sitting cross-legged on the couch with James. “You’ve got to give it more of a chance than that.”

“Leave off her.” James comes to your defense, taking the drink from your hand into his own custody. Your boyfriends have benefited greatly from your discards tonight. “Maybe she’s just not a vodka girl.”

“Everyone is a vodka girl! And flavored vodka is the best kind!”

“It’s just so…” You pucker your mouth, trying to get rid of the taste. “Sharp.”

Both of them laugh, James wrapping an arm around your shoulders to smooch your cheek. “That’s alcohol, m’love,” he says fondly.

“It all tastes like that?”

“It doesn’t have to,” Remus assures you, coming in from the kitchen with another glass. (You’re really going to need to do the dishes tomorrow, you owe it to them after all this.) This drink is promisingly pink. “Are you alright to try another?”

“Please.” You reach for it, smiling at the twirly straw he’s stuck in there for you.

“Is that a dirty Shirley?” James’ eyes light as he looks into your glass. He looks excited when Remus nods. “Angel, if you don’t like it, give it to me.”

You close your lips around the straw, trying to ignore the attention of your boyfriends as you take a tentative sip. It doesn’t make you gag, at least.

“This is good,” you say, almost warily. “What’s in it?”

Remus looks pleased with himself. “Sprite, grenadine, and malibu.”

“Malibu?” Sirius elbows Remus as the taller boy folds into the armchair with him, aghast. “That’s cheating!”

“It is not,” Remus says primly. “She needed something less strong.”

“Am I drunk yet?” you ask, having slurped down half the glass in your relief to finally be drinking something palatable.

“Oh, hey, slow down, sailor.” James hooks a finger around your straw, gently tugging it from your mouth. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“You’ll know if you’re drunk, sweetness,” Sirius tells you. He’s grinning like he can’t wait.

You frown. “How will I know?”

“You’ll know,” he promises. “Everything feels rather different.”

“Like, good different?”

Sirius hesitates, and Remus cuts in. “That’s up to you, dove. Not everyone likes it, but we won’t let it be awful for you.”

You falter, slowing your sips from your straw cautiously. James laughs and plants another kiss on your cheek. If your boyfriends are anything to go by, being drunk is a lovely time.

“We won’t let anything happen to you,” he says, thumb denting into your cheek affectionately. “It’ll be fun, scout’s honor.”

“You weren’t actually in the boy scouts, Jamie,” Remus reminds him.

“Yeah, but I totally get what they were about. And I live by those values, Moons, so I’m practically an honorary scout. Scout’s honor, get it?”

You listen to this rigmarole with something between wariness and amusement. “Is being drunk going to be like that?” you ask Remus.

He grins as he picks up a drink from your collection of discards, but it’s Sirius who answers.

“We should all be so lucky, babe.”

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stillprettyunoriginal · 10 months ago

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Actually tons of people have been calling them Montero!!! I think some work of them has also already been posted on places like ao3, but don’t hold me to that.

since apparently there's no ship name for these two (that i've seen) i would like to perhaps propose either prospresor or masque of amontillado

#they’re kissing still your honor. The beds are still together and theyre doing adult things on them #like gambling and patching Monty’s wounds and kissing his booboos better #nevermore webcomic #nevermore webtoon #prospero nevermore #montresor nevermore #they should cuss each other out and then smooch and make one another breakfast

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crescenthistory · 17 days ago

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HIIII CARINA!! BIGGEST CONGRATS ON 2K!!! you are so amazing and your writing is so so beautiful!! you are the most deserving of such a huge milestone <333

i was wondering if you could argue regulus black with number 24 from the aus list? he is very dear to me, your honor <33

HIIII SWEET ANON!! thank you so so much, you are just so awfully kind<33 giving you a big smooch and a little bit of reggie xx this will be the "soulmates cannot injure one another" au !

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i will ARGUE for prompt 24 "soulmate au" with regulus black

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: gn!reader, black family trauma, implied childhood physical abuse, acid, somewhat sunshine!reader

wc: 2k (i will write short drabbles she said. they will be less than 1.5k she said. girl.)

Regulus knew he should tell you, and he knew he should do so soon – Sirius had even gone as far as to say he had to tell you.

Regulus knew he had to tell you, but he had no idea how.

Soulmates always felt so foreign to him growing up, some abstract concept he could not apply to the realities he saw around him. Someone who was destined to choose you and to love you, to the extent where it would be physically impossible for them to hurt or injure you in any capacity. No matter what he did, no matter how many nights he laid up thinking it over or how many books he devoured to understand it, Regulus could not make sense of it.

Even years later, when he had at last processed that love in and of itself should mean you could never harm the other, without any cosmic intervention, he had felt as if that was simply not a possibility for him.

Until Potions class.

Until his lovely, warm, capable – though, perhaps a bit clumsy in this instance – deskmate accidentally spilled an acidic potion all over his left hand. Until he was only frightened by the terror in your gasp and not any sensation spreading over his skin. Until he had to shield his hand from view and pretend to go to the infirmary immediately, because he was entirely, wholly unscathed.

Now he has spent an entire week hiding his hand from view lest anyone see his distinct lack of scarring. He has also spent three whole days hiding from his concerned older brother who at last demanded to see his hand and whose eyebrows shot up farther than they should have been able to when Regulus’ hand remained silky smooth.

Regulus knew he had to tell you, but he could not.

Because out of any person he had ever met in his life, you were the one he would have begged at Heaven’s gates to have as his soulmate if he had believed himself to possess one. For the first few days he wondered if you being his soulmate was perhaps the reason why he felt so strongly about it, but that was not fathomable enough for him.

You had always caught his eye, with your laugh and your eyes and your atmosphere. Not once in his whole time at Hogwarts had he walked into a room you were in without noticing you immediately. That could not be chalked up to your apparent soulmate bond; not when your intellect, beauty and aura spoke for themselves as clearly as they did.

Regulus was certain everyone noticed you, because how could they not?

Regulus being Regulus, though, never did much with that warm feeling in his chest. He let you live and admired you from a distance. You once told him you didn’t even know he remembered your name before Slughorn assigned you as deskmates, his face schooled into indifference as always. That never made sense to him either.

As deskmates, whatever connection you had blossomed. Regulus began to consider you a friend, perhaps even one he would dare call dear. You said the same, but he thought you kind enough to embrace everyone as a friend.

It was because of your kindness and his previous determination to admire you from a distance that he felt he could not tell you. It would be cruel, not to mention ironic. He had joked many a time that you should be more assertive of your boundaries, that you should not allow just about anyone into your life – at the time you had both laughed, but he also meant it. Your openness was something he admired, but also feared, for your sake. You might just end up with the worst of the worst because you thought you could rearrange its letters.

Regulus knew his letters needed rearranging, and he feared you would believe it your task just because the universe said so. What did the universe know?

Despite his many minutes of internal monologue trying to gear him towards confessing, he was increasingly deciding not to. The more he let himself think, the further he spiralled, and guilt and selfishness took over his every cognitive ability.

Because if you accepted Regulus’ hand just because you were too kind not to, his heart might break. It would be selfish, but he was selfish, and he could not help it.

“Regulus?”

Fuck.

Turns out when you hide away in the owlery for bordering on an hour to gather yourself and deal with your thoughts, others might catch on. And who else but you would be attentive enough to catch up on his absence and deduce where he was?

Regulus pulled his robes down over his hands and turned his head around towards the door with a half-smile, still leaning against the windowsill with both elbows. “Oh, hi, love. What are you doing here?”

You stood in the doorway smiling brightly, leaning a head against its frame. “I was about to ask you that very same question. I haven’t seen you at all this week, not since Potions. Are you still certain you’re alright?”

You walked towards him as you spoke and despite the sweetness of your words, something about the intensity of your gaze made Regulus feel like he was being cornered. He remained rigid still, following your movements without ever breaking eye contact. You hoisted yourself up into the wide window sill, thigh dangerously close to his elbow.

He pressed his clothed hands further to his chest and held your gaze steadily, schooling his face as much as possible. “Yes,” he almost whispered. “Like I said, I’m alright, I swear it. Pomfrey caught it early. I really don’t want you to worry about it, it wasn’t your fault.”

You bobbed your head side to side and narrowed your eyes at something outside the window. “It was kind of my fault, and as your deskmate I’m all but legally obligated to worry.” You turned your face back towards him with a blinding, almost cheeky smile. “I, uhm, that’s why I stopped by Pomfrey’s too, actually. After. Legal obligation to check up on you with the matron herself.”

If it wasn’t for the fire blazing in his face, Regulus was certain his blood would have frozen in his veins. He didn’t blink or swallow, still as a statue as his gaze settled on the space between his elbow and your thigh.

“She said she hadn’t seen you that day,” you continued, your voice still light and airy. Not accusatory, not upset. Knowing. “Though, you already knew that, of course.”

Regulus cleared his throat forcefully. “Sorry, lo– just, uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to lie to you, I just.” He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, hating not having control in a situation, much less so over his own words. “I managed to heal up rather quickly on my own.”

It was a weak explanation, but he had no idea how to explain walking scot-free away from that situation without a healer. You seemed to agree with him because you laughed a little, bumping into his elbow purposefully to catch his attention.

When he looked up to meet your eyes, mirth was dancing in them, your lips drawn taut. “See, at first, I wondered if maybe we didn’t make the potion correctly – which would have been odd for us, but you know, it can happen to anyone. That it wasn’t acidic enough to actually make any injury. I only noticed when I got back to my own dorms that the splash was larger than I originally thought. I just saw the potion hit your hand and focused on that, but turns out my own robes were all burnt through.” You lifted your right arm to show how your sleeve had scattered holes from where drops of acidic potion hit it. “So, clearly it was effective enough to make some harm. And I was thinking and turning it over, how we possibly could not have been hurt.”

Regulus cut off your speech with the strangled noise that escaped his throat at the confrontation. “Y/N…”

Again, he was not looking at you, but you bumped his elbow one more time. With a deep breath, he rose to his full height to look at you. “Have you pieced two and two together yet?” Your voice was gentle, not an ounce of mockery in it, or even expectation. Just wonder.

“It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

Regulus felt as if it was not him saying the words, as if this was happening to someone else. His movements were slow like they would have been when submerged in water, but there was a flame slowly lighting in his chest.

Your expression grew a bit timid, small smile spreading. “Does it? Make sense, I mean?”

He understood what you were asking, but he could not understand why you were. Of all the things to react to in this situation, of all the things to be unhappy about. He wanted to say no, he wanted to say “you deserve better” but none of those words passed his lips.

“I– I think so.” An involuntary upward twitch of the corners of his lips. “Or at least, I hope so.”

“It makes sense to me,” you whispered. “If I’m honest with you, I have been hoping for it for quite some time.”

“Is that why you spilled the potion on me?” Even as Regulus spoke he began to laugh a little, trying to lighten the mood despite being aware that it was mostly his hesitation keeping it down.

You pretended like you were about to kick him for it, beautiful laughter spilling past your lips. “Don’t be mean to me, Regulus Black. Just because you can’t hurt me physically doesn’t mean you can’t wound me.”

He furrowed his brows and took a step closer to you, almost standing between your legs where you were sitting on the ledge. “Aren’t you scared of that?” There was more vulnerability in his voice than he would usually allow, but with you, it just felt right. “That I’ll… wound you? I’m not a good person.”

Your smile turned sad. He had a funny feeling that it was for him and not because of him. “I’m not. There is nothing to be scared of.” You said it so matter-of-factly, as if this was a universal truth. “You don’t get to decide if you’re a good person or not, your actions define that for you. And yours have been nothing but kind.”

When he tried to look down at his feet, abashedly, you stretched your hand out in front of you, an offering for him to take.

Ever so slowly he retracted his left hand from his robes and gently placed it in yours, palm against palm. He managed to just barely catch glimpse of the smile that spread across your lips at the sight of his unscarred skin. You squeezed his hand with your own.

“We don’t have to act on it, if you don’t want to.” The tone of your voice had changed, it was much more subdued, uncertain. “Lots of people don’t. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“Do you want to not act on it?” Regulus knew it was cruel to turn the question back to you, to force you to be the first to make such a confession. As previously stated, he was selfish. He knew that, even if you didn’t yet.

You held his gaze unwaveringly and spoke the scariest and most beautiful word he had ever heard: “No.”

At last, a full-fledged smile fought to spread across his face as he huffed a laugh. “That makes two of us, then.”

He would have lived through the terror of voicing his feelings out loud a thousand times over for the pure joy he saw light up in your eyes at that. “Yeah?” You pulled him closer by your joined hands, your smile was all teeth.

“Yeah.” He spoke breathlessly, finally stepping in between your legs, faces inches away from each other. “I don’t know how to do this. But I do know that I want to do it with you.”

Regulus had been kissed before, or at least so he thought. He had never been kissed like this, though, and he never would by anyone else again.

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luminnea · 2 months ago

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objection‼️ i think they should smooch, your honor‼️

these designs are also available as charms and stickers on my shop!!

#ace attorney #narumitsu #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #lumi’s shop

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 4 months ago

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You just did a “girls leave lipstick on S/O” ask, now lets do it the other way!

S/O leaves lipstick on Robin, Jean, and any wildcard of your choice!

(Also, it’s 2024, guys can and should wear lipstick, too, so it’s still gender neutral!)

Leaving lipstick on their girlfriend

Genshin Impact - Jean, Lisa, Lynette, Navia, Chiori Honkai: Star Rail - Firefly Girls' Frontline- WA2000, Helianthus GoV: NIKKE - Rapi, Anis, Neon

Have I ever mentioned how glad I am Tumblr put the image limit from 10 to 30? Anyways, have a truckful of gals because the bug randomly bit me. I also don't write for Robin just yet, but soon!

Jean is completely bright red the moment she feels the lipstick on her cheek, a hand instinctively going to rub it off, but stopping midway because she felt that it'd be rude.

(Jean) "A-Ah! Sorry, it's not that I don't like the kiss, S/O, it's just...Well, the knights might talk if they see something like this on me!"

(S/O) "Aw, worried that people know I love you, Jeanie?"

(Jean) "Of course not! B-But...!"

She grows increasingly flustered watching S/O's reaction, hands fidgeting as her eyes stare at everything except her lover.

The absolute last thing she needed was for Lisa or Kaeya to see her like this.

Because then she'd never be able to live this down.

Lisa chuckles when she notices the lipstick on her cheek, seeing it from the reflection of the library's window.

She can't help the slight blush from the sight, instead she just turns to S/O with a little smirk.

(Lisa) "Oh? Someone's getting jealous."

(S/O) "Jealous how?"

(Lisa) "By letting people know I'm yours, if this lipstick is anything to go by! Here, let me make it a little more fair.~"

And Lisa promptly kisses S/O, leaving a little smudge of her own against their forehead.

(Lisa) "There, now we're even!"

She doesn't flinch or even bat an eye when people stare at the mark left on her.

Lynette's ears twitch a little bit in annoyance at the feeling of something foreign against her lips.

To which she quickly pulls out a small pocket mirror to check what it was.

Then after a brief moment of silence, turning to S/O.

(Lynette) "...S/O."

(S/O) "Hm?"

(Lynette) "Is this a joke?"

(S/O) "My love is never a joke, dear Lynette!"

She blinks once slowly, with an unamused expression growing flatter by the second.

(Lynette) "If you're going to kiss me, please don't make it to where people will notice."

(S/O) "Hah! Alright alright, sorry. Couldn't resist."

Though the next time S/O would try it, they would magically have it on themselves instead, while Lynette had not even a smidge of lipstick on her.

Navia wears the lipstick with a badge of honor!

Who cares that people will see it? In fact, that's actually even better!

They needed to know that she was taken!

Plus, she did it ALL the time to S/O, so it was only fair!

(Navia) "S/O! I'm home!"

(S/O) "...D-Did you fight with the lipstick on you?"

(Navia) "Huh? What makes you say-"

(S/O) "There's a little gunpowder on your cheek too..."

(Navia) "Well, you know what they say! Love blooms on a battlefield!"

(S/O) "Isn't that...uncomfortable?"

(Navia) "It...is a little sticky now that you mention it."

Chiori raises an eyebrow when she sees S/O's lips all bright and colorful.

Before they go in fully for the kiss, one finger quickly shoots up to intervene, getting it all smudged instead of her face.

(Chiori) "What do you think you're doing?"

(S/O) "Giving my lovely girlfriend a kiss!~-"

(Chiori) "You're giving me a stain is what you're doing."

Wiping her finger off on a nearby towel, Chiori puts one hand to her waist.

(Chiori) "I don't mind the smooches, but I'd prefer to not get dirty from it."

(S/O) "Oh, I'm hurt!-"

(Chiori) "Sure you are. Here, so you don't whine-"

Chiori wipes off S/O's lipstick with her thumb before kissing them, pulling away after a brief moment.

(Chiori) "All better? Good, now I need to work."

Firefly lets out an adorable squeak when she rubs her cheek and feels the stain smudge, her face turning scarlet.

(Firefly) "S-S/O! Is there something on my face!?"

(S/O) "Hm...Just a little."

(Firefly) "Can you get it off please? I don't want people to stare!"

(S/O) "Sure thing, stand still for a second-"

She leans in with no hesitation, before S/O surprised her again kissing her on the lips, making Firefly pull back with a hand going over her mouth.

And which her surprise quickly turned into a pout, with Firefly calling out their name in a slight whine.

(Firefly) "S/O! You know that's not what I meant!"

Her annoyance however quickly turns into laughter, hearing S/O's own and making the tension in her shoulder melt away in an instant.

WA gasps, with S/O watching in real time as she went through all stages of grief.

Only to be caught in the "Anger" stage swiftly, and indefinitely.

(WA2000) "YOU BLOCKHEAD! What did you do?!"

(S/O) "J-Just left a little love mark on you, WA!"

(WA2000) "Little?! Your lipstick is taking up half my face! You better get it off right this instant!"

Though she was doing a terrible job of trying to sound intimidating with her face still so bright red.

Especially with her voice cracking at her squawks, and brow twitching at S/O's amusement.

(S/O) "Should I camouflage you in lipstick instead?-"

(WA2000) "Should I shoot you instead, S/O?! D-DON'T YOU EVEN DARE-"

S/O leaned in to kiss her again, making WA swear vehemently in German, yet still begrudgingly accepted their affection.

Solely because no other T-Doll was present to watch their shenanigans.

If S/O tried the same thing in front of the Commander, S/O would get shot.

Helian's eyes widen as her monocle falls out of alignment, realizing just what S/O did.

Making her hand audibly smack the table underneath her, turning to her lover.

(Helianthus) "S/O!"

(S/O) "Yes, Helian?~"

(Helianthus) "Don't act innocent with me! You know exactly what you did!"

(S/O) "I'm not so sure. What did I-"

(Helianthus) "T-The lipstick!"

Her stutter sealed her fate. Alongside her face quickly heating up.

(Helianthus) "Were you hoping the other Griffin Personnel would see this?!"

(S/O) "...Would you hurt me if I said yes?-"

And with that, S/O sealed their own fate as Helian dumped a metric ton of paperwork in front of S/O, requiring them to finish it by tonight.

And it was already 9:30 PM.

Rapi knew immediately that there was a foreign sensation on her face.

She also knew exactly what it was when S/O pulled away, making her frown.

Though S/O was immune to it by now, and looked more cute than intimidating.

(Rapi) "S/O..."

(S/O) "Rapi..."

They echoed back, mimicking her serious tone before immediately breaking character and chuckling.

S/O's laughter was something Rapi was not immune to however, as a soft smile accompanied her sigh.

(Rapi) "Not that I don't appreciate the gesture, but I'd rather not deal with Anis's comments, S/O."

(S/O) "Okay okay, Rapi. One second."

Rapi leaned into S/O's touch as they gently rubbed the lipstick off. She was honestly a little reluctant to, but she had to keep up appearances around the Outpost.

And the last thing she wanted was the Commander seeing the lipstick on her and thinking she was...doing something else on duty.

Anis made an audible "Blech!" noise the moment her hand smeared the lipstick on her cheek.

(Anis) "Yuck! Why the heck did you put that much on?!"

(S/O) "To show you my love, Anis!"

(Anis) "IT'S MAKING ME CRINGE, COMMANDER-"

Anis rolled her eyes as she aggressively rubbed her hand against her face, accidentally making it worse.

(Anis) "Ugh, I swear you did this on purpose!"

(S/O) "Hah! Well, honestly I just wanted to see your reaction, but this is better than I expected!"

With a puff of air shifting the bang on her forehead, her lips moved downward into a more annoyed expression.

And quickly noting S/O's clearly amused smirk.

S/O scoffed at the threat.

(S/O) "Going to shoot me?"

(Anis) "No. I'm going to make you wish I did."

Anis pulls out her phone and sends a DM to one her fellow NIKKE's.

[ANIS] Belorta. I have a mission for you.

One day later, both Belorta and Anis were inside the Commander's office, explaining why S/O was currently stuck to the ceiling, caused by a freak explosion involving a can of soda, and a NIKKE-Sized bag of Mentos.

Neon raises an eyebrow at the feeling on her cheek. It was kinda...icky!

(Neon) "The heck did you put on me, S/O?"

(S/O) "Lipstick!"

(Neon) "...Oooh! I think I know what you're trying to do! YOU'RE TRYING TO MAKE ME MORE POWERFUL, WITH YOUR LOVE!"

S/O didn't really know how to respond to that. They were about to make that joke themselves, but they had a creeping feeling that Neon didn't take that as a joke.

Not the reaction S/O was expecting...Then again, this was Neon they were talking about-

(Neon) "I will show the world our strength! Come along with me to the firing range!"

Neon happily dragged S/O around by the hand, eager to show her newfound strength!

Even though S/O meant to tease Neon, it was now them who was in utter despair from their prank.

And she did obliterate more targets than usual, but that was probably because Neon had a placebo effect.

Or maybe it was actually her love being the enhancing factor.

Either way, S/O wouldn't be able to live this down for the next few months around the outpost.

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aleeexify · 2 months ago

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Hualian

I love these new brushes I got, trying out a sketch-like style with them

Your honor I love them and they should smooch more often

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sustiawan-author · 2 months ago

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Biker Charlie Dalton – The Summer of 1963 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

After his expulsion in 1959, Charlie set out to do something he's always wanted to do; finalizing his rebellion.

He no longer sat by his father's commands or wants — it's time for him to venture out to find himself, explore the realms of what can be achieved in this life and more. Sure, he's probably going to end up being a banker anyway, but damn it, he'll have it his way first and for all.

That's when he became your sweet, charming-smiled, dimple-grinned, sly-eyed, biker boy — his gel-slicked hair tousled with the breeze or ruffled by his helmet, his smirk everlasting the necessary smugness to withstand the toughness of the highway roads. He's your everything and you're his.

It's been three years fresh out of high school where he decided to do his gap years. He loved it all; the breeze in his hair, his mighty fine jackets, his beloved engine and most of all, his girl — you with your batted lashes and fluttering gazes, eyes as bright as the stars and a fun-loving soul to tame his own.

You're timid, but not shy. Stealing gazes to him when you thought he wasn't looking, until one day he decided the ache of his heart cannot be relieved by none other than your loving hand.

Then, he always kisses you goodnight when you both reach your door, just careful enough not to wake whoever's inside.

You insist he picks you up to campus tomorrow. He just says 'alright, baby,' his drawl twisting your stomach around with the prettiest butterflies.

But he loves it. He'd do anything for you — his sweetheart under the Northeastern sun. He lives and breathes to hear you laugh at his jokes, no matter how bad they are — to show you off to his gang, his other biker friends and through pictures he sends to the poets back at Welton, saying how he's 'going steady with the girl of his dreams.'

He props you up, guiding you by the waist to the back of his motor before hauling up to it like a cowboy on a bullride. He revvs the engine, only twisting back to ask for your kiss on his cheek. You cup his face and give him a nice, sweetly glazed smooch. He loves it.

He's still so clever, more street-smart now than he's ever been. He still plays the sax, getting better each time he has you listening to it. Charlie still holds poetry in a sacred place in his heart, his pursuit of riding and exploring every bit of roads the world has to offer only incited by his insistence in sucking the marrow out of life.

He honors his past and holds it close to his heart, but he carves his future with a switchblade he folds in the pocket of his American Denim jeans in the shape of a heart with his and your initial on it. Yes, he is still that showy.

You ride off to sunsets with his 1962 Ducati Scrambler he bought from his savings money. It ticks him off sometimes, the anxiety of being completely alone — but then your arms squeeze him just a bit tigher, and you press your cheek against his back and he knows. He's far better off here than anywhere else.

You love him and he loves you — and no matter where you are or what you do, he'll hold a special drop of your heart's blood inside of his,

If only he knows you'd do the same and more.

part 2

Should we make this a series? (˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)˚๐*˟♡

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officialdaydreamer00 · 1 year ago

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Plushies!

in which they find a plushie of you in their dorm room

format: bullet headcanons

characters: jade leech, floyd leech

content: silly eels and their silly antics, a birthday present for my favourite boys ^^

reader is not yuu, reader is gender neutral

oya? what a pleasant surprise you have for him, prefect.

it actualy caught him off guard when he saw it on one of his pillows

as he examined and took in all the details of the plushie, he saw a little paper tied to its arm

this was a gift you yourself made, just for him? oh, he's honored. he adores it, simply for the fact that you took time and effort to make him such meaningful gift.

he had this silly, lovesick smile on his face as his gloved hands linger on the plushie's face, fully intended to cuddle with it that night.

it may not feel as complete compare to you, but this will suffice. he thought, pressing his lips on the plushie's forehead, as if you were right there in his arms.

maybe, he should plan a picnic in the forest, just the two of you.

awww, little shrimpy gave him a mini shrimpy!

his first reaction was to squeeze it as hard as humanly possible and shake it around like a pinball.

it's not his fault that the plushie was so cute, and it looks like you! he has a wide happy grin on his face as he hugged the plushie close.

only then he saw the letter on the plushie's arm, crumbled under his tight grip.

once he read it, the grin only got 100x times brighter as he squeezed the plushie, kicking his feet lightly.

aww, shrimpy. your gift really made his day. and he was very vocal about it, too, to the point he brought the plushie to his birthday party at school.

he's gonna either squeeze you hard or smooch you silly the next several times he sees you. probably both, if he can help it.

visual example of the plushie in question:

this is one of my irls btw :D

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