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[saythatuwill]

now playing : ordinary // alex warren

this au will explore the idea of reader and vessel being married; however it is in a nonhuman vessel setting. to at the very least explain the thought process; the members of sleep token are all nonhuman and live in arcadia, but travel to earth for music related things. reader's species is up to interpretation, but you live in arcadia with him!

this is for cute, fluffy indulgence. it might be a jumble of ideas but... let me cook.

tags: @concretejunglefm, @fadingangelwisp, @chey-h, @xmads-omensx, @astronoids, (if you would like to be added/removed from this list, or if i forgot you, dm me!)

♡ husband!vessel, who loves to tell those in arcadia that you are, in fact, his spouse. being married to you is like a high honor. and everyone must know!

♡ "i'd have to ask my spouse." "i'm afraid i cannot go, i will be with my spouse." "have you met my spouse?"

♡ he's also very protective over you, if anyone fucks with you he will tweak, he will WITHOUT A DOUBT defend your honor no question. he'd fight for you, he'd kill for you.

♡ he's a sucker for physical affection. his favorite thing is to lay across your lap like an EXTREMELY long cat.

♡ if you have an inner child to heal, vessel is more than happy to help. he'll indulge in the whimsy, he'll do anything to make you happy.

♡ he waited until he made it to arcadia to propose and marry you because he wanted to be able to take you to a peaceful safe location. and when he did, oh he made it so special. took you to arcadia for the first time and showed you around, you danced with him, then he was whispering in your ear telling you he wanted to marry you.

♡ pretended to be human when he first met you but did a SHIT job at it. came up with a name on the fly; devon (which he saw on a uk map). got a PHONE for you, even got himself an apartment.

♡ i'm talking like, he talked to you for the first time and he just knew. from the moment he saw you, he knew you were it. it took a WHILE for things to go beyond a friendship, but he's adored you for a long time.

♡ he has a full monster form which looks SCARY and HUGE but he's very gentle with you even in that form. purrs at you. picks you up like you weigh nothing. your monster husband

♡ he learned a new kind of worship from you, something that isn't religious, merely honoring and worshipping you and what you two have together.

♡ he tends to isolate when he's going through it, gets distant, but no matter what, his arms are always around you when you go to bed.

♡ he still has powers related to dreams and sleeping. if you two sleep together, he often will pop his head into your dreams to make sure they're going well.

♡ or if he's away on tour and you can't come with him, he will fully walk into your dreams to spend time with you, or take you to HIS dream realm. he can't do this a lot because it's a draining thing to do though.

♡ he's not great at texting. like not just bad at replying, he's bad at sending texts. he types funny. if he's in human form for shows it's bad, if it's his Claws when he's in his normal form, it's WORSE. random typos, excessive spaces, random periods and capitalization.

♡ he loves voicemails and voice messages though. he'll send you voice messages at RANDOM and theyll be like 10-15 minutes long of just him rambling about his day or venting if he needs to. you listen to them at night because his voice is soothing

♡ he's quiet in public, in private though he is a YAPPER. he loves you because you don't tune him out either, you listen to him infodump. even if it's about chemistry, or the deep sea, or some video game he finds fascinating. even arcadian history. he's very excited and passionate about his interests.

♡ there's songs he's written that will never see the light of day, but they're for you and he plays them for you whenever you want. usually piano ballads, or guitar acoustics.

♡ he loves gift giving, and gift receiving. he gets very flustered and like "oh no dear heart you don't have to do this" but he keeps everything you give him. you could give him a rock he'd cherish it.

♡ his favorite gifts are things like playlists surprisingly. music is something that means everything to him, make him a playlist he will listen to it over and over and over again.

[sobbingscripter]

Tags: [wlw][mdni][aged up? Girl, idk. But they're like, in college already][established relationship][anniversary themes][mutual adoration][servicedom/stone top!reader][cause she needs a real man][strap-on][brief 'eating from the back'][face sitting][doggy style][oral (f! rec.)][squirting][missionary][brief nipple sucking]

"Shit, what's Amber doing here?"

Mark hisses under his breath, panic lacing his tone as he ducks under yet another gazebo, the scent of fresh produce thick in the air. It's warm, summer sunshine beating down on the back of his neck and Rex's brows furrow in confusion, before he looks out from behind one of the posts.

"Oh shit, that's her." Rex whistles. "Who's her friend?"

And Mark huffs. "How the f— how should I know? Probably a friend from college?" He folds his arms over his broad chest, the fabric of his shirt straining over his muscles as he steps out from behind the shadows, brows creased into a frown.

His gaze is focused on Amber, the way she looks so unbothered and somehow, even fucking prettier.

Inky strands pulled into wild pigtails, one of her hands lazily clutching her phone, the clear case displaying a Polaroid that he can't really make out because her fingers in the way, her other hand laced lazily with yours. Fingers intertwined, your matching rings glinting in the slivers of sunlight that manage to peek through the parasols above you both and Rex's lips purse.

"I don't think they're friends." And his lips spread. "I think they're fucking."

And Mark glares at him.

"Really, Captain Obvious?" Mark scoffs. "You think they're fucking?"

"I do, I really d—" "Shit, they're coming this way. Act natural."

Mark inspects the nearest vegetable he can, looking intently at an onion like it's personally offended him, thumbing at the deep violet skin as he hears the approaching footsteps.

And he raises his gaze, brows furrowing before his expression lights up with recognition.

"Amber?" His lips curl into a beaming smile. And Amber matches his gleam so easily, golden rays of sunlight bouncing off ebony skin, her piercings catching the light and her grasp slips from your fingers, and she hugs him easily.

Pulling him into something warm, affectionate and platonic.

"Mark!" She chirps. "How've you been?"

"I've been good. What are—" Mark shifts on his feet awkwardly, his hands clutching his biceps, his smile just a bit too wide to me natural, "what're you doing at the farmer's market?"

And she hums.

"Oh, my girlfriend's cooking for me." Her eyes lighten up as she glances back towards you, your attention divided between Amber's words and the plethora of fresh produce laid out for you to pick. One hand holds several bags, ringed fingers hooked into the handles of reusable bags, your other hand lifting a melon to your nose and you inhale.

Lips pursed in concentration before you scrunch your nose, setting it back down.

"Oh?" Rex intercepts. "Any... Uh, special occasion?"

"We're celebrating our first anniversary." The dimples in Amber's cheeks deepen, ebony apples turning rosy as she glances towards you.

She looks away long enough for Rex to stifle a laugh at the way Mark's expression falls for a moment, mouthing, 'a year?' before schooling his expression into a smile just as she turns back.

"How's Eve?"

"Eve's good. She's great, around here somewhere with Rae, but we're in a really good place right now."

And Amber nods her head. "That's really good, I'm happy for you."

And Mark doesn't know what stings more. The fact that Amber's so nonchalant, or that she's being so genuine about her happiness for him.

Fuck, she even looks better.

Filling out her sage green capris in the best way imaginable, a matching Henley with a white lace trim raises just a bit to reveal a sliver of her belly and her skin's so clear. She's literally glowing.

"Well," her voice breaks him from his reverie, "I think I need to get back to shopping. Otherwise she'll get gaslit into buying things we don't even eat."

Amber's fingers lace with yours so easily, slotting between your digits and she bumps her shoulder against yours.

"You didn't come meet my ex." She comments.

"Yeah, I saw him." You respond dismissively, hooking yet another bag onto your pinkie, your grip on her hand lazily, your thumb brushing patterns along the soft skin on the back of her hand.

"Wow." Amber whistles. "Are you jealous?"

"No," your lips purse almost contemplatively, "I'm just confused."

You look at her so earnestly, big doe eyes focused on hers and you question her, so quietly.

"Baby, was it the money?"

"Oh my God," Amber lets out a bark of laughter, "he's not even ugly, don't lie."

"I never said he was ugly. I'm like... Perplexed."

"Bro said perplexed."

"Bro dated mid."

"He's not mid."

"Amber Bennet." You gasp. "You are a lot of things. A liberal, a lesbo, but you are not a liar."

She stares at you, glossy lips pursed and the dimples in her cheeks threaten to make an appearance, despite the way she fights the way her lips threaten to curl.

"You're dramatic."

And you shrug. "I feel like you're not being dramatic enough."

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"You didn't have to do all this."

Amber's bottom lip juts out in a pout as she looks around the dimly lit apartment, flower petals littering the carpet in intricate patterns. Big doe eyes glance towards the kitchen, countertops lined with scented candles, the small table for two decorated with a mauve table cloth, a singular flower between the two plates.

It's small. It's intimate and romantic.

"I wanted to." You shrug, pressing your lips against the soft squish of her cheek, your lipgloss leaving behind a print as you usher her into the kitchen, watching the way she sinks into her seat.

Her pupils are blown wide, bottom lip threatening to quiver as she watches the way you move around the kitchen with ease.

"Baby..." She sighs softly, sweetly as she watches the way you pour crimson juice into her flute, her shoulders slumping in adoration as you catch her gaze.

And the almost shy smile on your face makes her melt.

"So, on the menu," you hum quietly, "and keep in mind, we got home like... At 3, so not a lot of time. But baked potato wedges, toasted ravioli, and a heart shaped pizza. The shape might be off but you can just... You know, cut off the excess— why are you looking at me like that?"

Your expression scrunches at the way Amber stares up at you. Eyes wide, lashes wet with unshed tears, and her lips tugged into a frown. Her hands are tucked between her thighs.

"You have no idea how sweet this is." She murmurs, bringing a hand up and she wipes at her nose with her sleeve, before she swallows, lowering her eyes to the plate you set in front of her.

"You're using the fancy plates." Her voice cracks. "You said you'd only use these if Michael Jackson came back from the dead."

And you scoff. "These are duplicates. I'm still only using those for Michael." And the sweetest laugh slips from Amber's lips, dimples deepening in her cheeks.

"You ass."

The plates are porcelain. A pretty pale pink colour, golden edges with pink, floral detailing, matching flutes with a base that looks so floral and the golden cutlery too. Prongs that join into what looks like a flower.

She watches you slide half a pizza onto her plate. The bigger half, the edges just a bit burnt, cheese still hot and plentiful, with her toppings peeking out just beneath the sea of gold.

And you sink into the seat across from hers once the table's set, and you set your phone down on the countertop, the soft notes of French playing from the device and she stifles a snort.

"You're so gay."

"I'll blow out all these candles, don't test me."

Her lips curl in that pretty, almost bashful smile, her gaze flickering down towards the pizza on her plate. Her pretty lashes fluttering as she blinks, onyx pools locked on where the dark rings of olive peek out from beneath the cheese.

And your voice pulls her from her lovedrunk reverie.

"Did I get the toppings wrong?" Your voice is quiet, brows bunched into a little frown, your lips glossy and half of your pizza's already gone. Amber leans over, a cloth napkin in her hand as she wipes at your chin.

"No baby." She hums quietly. "It's just... Nice. That you did all this. You made dinner, and you cleaned and you bought me flowers, and the petals and the—" she exhales heavily, shoulders slumping, "the shopping, the dupes of the good china, it's all so... Sweet."

And her gaze flickers towards your face.

"You're sweet."

A comfortable silence settles in the air between you. The quiet scrapes of metal against porcelain, the soft and occasional sipping of cranberry juice from expensive champagne flutes that, for the price you paid, should refill itself.

"So apparently," You click your tongue, "Eve might be pregna—"

"Shut. Up."

Amber's mouth falls open as she watches you clear away the dishes, plates gently being set in the dishwasher as you move around the kitchen. Refilling her flute, and she waits.

And waits.

And waits.

"Bitch, keep talking!"

And you let out a bark of laughter.

"Messy as fuck. But like, apparently she might be like, pregnant because they don't know what condoms are and like... Her powers are tweaking out." There's a playful lilt to your voice as you set the dessert plate in front of Amber.

She doesn't even look at the dessert as she breaks off a piece, guiding it to her parted lips.

"They're like.... The same age as us. How are they already popping out babies?" Amber whispers, taking a bite before she lets out a shuddering breath at the taste, eyes squeezing shut as the sweet flavour fills her mouth.

"God, that's so good."

"Because they're sex-crazed straight people. You never know what they're capable of." And Amber nods. "Look at Michael Douglas."

"What does Michael Douglas have to do with anything?" You snicker, brushing past her and her fingers ghost over the skin of your hip when you bend to pick up a cloth you dropped.

"He has throat cancer. And wasn't he a sex addict?" She hums.

"Wasn't that a hoax?" Your lips purse, before you reach for your phone, "Wait, let me see really quick."

Your fingers fly across your keyboard, barely paying any mind to the way Amber peers up at you from beneath her lashes, big doe eyes focused on your face. As she waits, patiently, fingertips trailing along the waistband of your sweats.

"Here it says, 'Michael Douglas has publicly denied being a sex addict, despite media reports and speculation following his 1992 rehab stint'. So like, it says that the label was made up to sensa— what're you doing?" Your gaze flickers towards her wandering fingers, almond shaped, chocolate hued nails catching the dimmed lights of the kitchen and she shakes her head.

"Nothing." She hums softly. "Unless you want me to be doing something?"

"I have to do the dishes." You remind her, your hand grasping hers and your fingers lace with ease, slotting in like puzzle pieces that just... Belong.

"Do my dishes."

And there's a silence in the air before you snort, setting your phone down on the countertop

"Ambie, baby, that was ass."

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"So, who do you think is the man?" Rex questions, booted feet kicked up onto the surface of the table.

And Mark's movements halt.

"Don't wanna think about it." He grumbles, muscles flexing as he folds his arms over the broad, expanse of his chest.

"For science." Rex adds.

And Mark lets out a heavy breath. "Amber." He states. "She was very... Dominant in our relationship."

"I don't think it's her." Eve intercepts. "Amber's really headstrong but her girlfriend's like... The quiet type."

"And she's very... Like... Not masculine but like... She carries Amber's bags and..." Rae trails off, before she meets Eve's gaze.

And they both shudder.

"Amber's not the man." Eve reassures.

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Amber sinks into the sheets, back arched and clothing discarded into unceremoniously piles that you'll pick up once she's asleep, but right now, your fingers dig into the plush flesh of her thighs. Lips pressing adoring kisses up the backs of her thighs, and she hums, lashes fluttering and eyes closing.

There's something so distinctly lovely about your relationship. Something that makes Amber melt and it's how honest and adoring you are when it comes to her.

Not a single secret.

And the transparency's made her melt since she had bumped into you after her break-up with Mark, and with teary eyes and a quivering bottom lip, Amber had followed you home like a lost lamb.

Getting distracted by your collection of plushies and the warmth that you seemingly exuded with each soft smile you passed her way.

Her legs tremble just a bit when she feels the way your tongue licks a broad stripe through her slippery folds, starting at her clit and dipping the tip of your tongue into her cunt. Feeling the way your nose nudges at her perineum and her breath shudders.

Cheeks flushing when your hands scale up her thighs, palming the fleshy mounds and spreading her cheeks, before circling her clit lazily and you pull away.

Spreading her thighs further before shimmying yourself underneath her and your arms hook around her thighs, gently pulling her onto your face.

"How're you gon—"

"Just sit."

You peer up at Amber through your lashes, watching the way she pushes herself up before sitting down, and she's all you can smell and taste. Your arms locked around her thighs, her hands braced against the mattress to keep herself upright and your tongue traces through her sloppy, merlot-toned folds.

Amber's hips twitch, inky brows furrowing and a moan falls from her lips when you flick your tongue against her clit, pulling the sensitive bundle of nerves between your lips.

"Just like that," She breathes out, "keep going."

Amber's voice is weak, her brain muddled and she can feel the coherence slipping from her soul when you shake your head, lapping at her pussy messily before you pull her closer.

Her knees on either side of your head, and her hips buck, unintentionally.

Clit grinding against your nose, and her arms nearly give out, your tongue buried in her hole and writhing against her sensitive walls.

Her head lolls, falling forward and she meets your gaze.

And she nearly melts, her eyes going all soft and she keeps her gaze on yours, watching the way your lashes flutter, big doe eyes peering up at her so adoringly.

Her cheeks dimple.

"Hi."

She feels the way your fingers trace a heart against the flesh of her thigh and she nearly coos.

Hips twitching one final time, her clit rubbing along the ball of your nose and she comes at the way your blunt nails dig into her thighs, trying to pull her stupidly closer.

Her body twitches, her hands fisting at the sheets and she feels how you clean her up, lapping at her like she's an oasis and you're trapped in the desert.

And when she gets off, your face is glistening and she giggles, grabbing her discarded T-shirt and wiping at your face.

"Could you breathe?" She questions and you shake your head, your gaze fixed on her as she cleans her slick from your face.

"Imagine you suffocated under me."

And your hand moves to rest on the curve of her waist, ringed fingers trailing across the supple skin at the curve of her hip.

"I could push you off." You remind. "I wouldn't but like, I could. If I needed to breathe that badly."

The fat of Amber's ass recoils with the snap of your hips, her back arched and chest pressed against the crumpled sheets, manicured nails digging into the pillow beneath her. And she pushes back.

Your hands are soft, massaging the fleshy mounds that feel hot beneath your palms, your pupils blown wide at the way she looks, splayed so messy.

"Oh my fuck—" Amber gasps, lips parting and she can barely lift her head, hand grasping at the headboard, "why does it feel bigger?"

She glances at you over her shoulder, lashes fluttering and dark eyes hazy, lipgloss smeared just a bit.

And you grin, cheeks burning.

"I got a bigger one. Does it feel good?" You question, hand brushing down the curve of her back and she nods weakly, her head falling back against the pillows.

"Y-yeah..." She swallows. "S'good..."

Slivers of light peek in through the curtains, dancing across her deep toned skin, painting her in streaks of gold and shadowy cocoa. The quiet sounds of late night traffic is drowned out by the sound of Amber's panted breaths, and whiny mewls, all preceded by the sloppy and wet shlick of your strap-on sliding into her soaking cunt.

Your knees dimple the mattress on either side of hers, hips gently rolling against the fleshy mounds of her ass before her body melts even further, cheek against the pillow.

"Are your arms tired?" You murmur quietly, and she nods weakly, brain empty as she falls into prone and you follow, grabbing one of the pillows and stuffing it beneath her hips, propping her up just enough.

You press your hips against hers, lips pressing soft and feathery kisses against the curve of her neck, hips rolling against hers in those painstakingly slow motions, making sure she feels each faux vein that decorates the dark coloured silicone.

And your arms wrap around her middle, your chin on her shoulder.

"You're... —fuck— really deep." She breathes out, head tilting to meet your gaze and she melts at the way you press your lips against her temple.

That rubbery tip continues to kiss her cervix, shaped tip grinding against that spongy spot that makes her toes curl in her socks, and her maw falls slack, face screwing up in pleasure as she feels her second orgasm crash down on her.

It's brutal. Nearly ripping her soul from her body as she feels you continue thrusting, angling just enough to keep hitting that spot, even as she soaks the sheets beneath you.

And she whines, squirming just a bit beneath you, her legs feel like static and her ass pushes back against you, grinding back.

"God, it feels so fucking good."

You pull out, flipping Amber onto her back and your brain goes so fuzzy with how she looks.

Spread out like an angel, chocolate-toned skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat that catches the golden glow of flickering streetlights, her nipples pebbled and her skin's hot to the touch.

And you reach forward, fixing her necklace in that sweet way, shifting it until the pendant dangles in the crevice between her breasts and you bring down one hand, notching the silicone at her hole.

And you push in, watching the way those warm brown eyes roll back in her head, and you lean forward, your lips pressing a kiss against the hollow of her throat. Following the curves of her skin, working your way down until your lips wrap around a perky bud, your tongue idly flicking, your brain turning to mush when you feel those mint coloured nails scratch along your back.

Digging into your skin with each lazy thrust of your hips, and you lift your head, letting go with a wet 'pop!' before sucking at her unattended bud, lavishing it with attention.

"You're so perfect." You breathe out. "So pretty, so...."

You're breathless, your hands grasping her hips and you're rutting into her, watching the way her hands reach for the headboard instinctively, thighs spread obscenely.

And you're watching the way the toy disappears between puffy lips, her clit peeking out amid glossy folds and you're bringing down a hand, your thumb nestling. And you're rubbing tight circles, your gaze flickering to the way she instinctively pulls her knees up.

Hips twitching, body squirming and she can't keep still.

"Fuck, babe, 's too much." Her voice cracks, her lips glossy with saliva and all you can focus on, is the way you're striving to ruin these sheets before midnight.

You're pounding relentlessly, jackhammering into that sweet spot until you watch the way her belly dips inwards, her toes curl and she pants.

"Fuck, don't stop, don't stop. You're gonna make me cum." Her voice is weak, but so loud. So painfully loud that you're already preparing for the scolding from your neighbours, but you don't care.

You're pushing her over the edge, watching the way she gushes around the silicone, legs spasming and her hands move to her face, she's biting down on her wrist. Watching from beneath heavy lashes how her slick seeps into the sheets, soaking through the harness of your strap-on and her legs are shaking.

Her breaths are stuttered and she welcomes you with open arms when you lean forward, tucking your face into the curve of her neck, and wrapping your arms around her midsection.

And she snorts with laughter at the way you groan into her skin, her palms warm against the skin of your back, fingers tracing over the back of your bra.

And she exhales shakily before speaking.

"Another round?"

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[cricky-butspicy]

No idea if this has been asked before, and there's too many answers to go through for me to ACTUALLY find it- question for Slasher boys!

If the reader was, let's say, hurt by their family and possibly kicked out for coming out to their family as gay, bi, trans, or anything along the LGBTQ+ spectrum before they went off to college, how would the Slasher boys react to finding out that tidbit of knowledge?

ANOTHER THING- EXPECT ART OF MY READER INSERT AT SOME POINT IN TIME WHEN I FIGURE OUT MOST OF HIS DESIGN. You have a moth lover reader insert coming at ya, prepare yourself for tiny, moth color painted desk helper robots he collects and names, and prepare yourself for cute, moth themed jackets

I think there is a way to go to the magnifying glass and search posts by words/tags they contain! It's easier than going through the whole blog. If anything, I usually will link you an answer if it's been previously answered! So, no worries! This one hasn't been answered.

They seem fine at a glance. Of course they are sorry you had to go through that and are upset by it, but really, it's hard to see how upset they are by it. Like the tight fists and the bitten tongues and the pure rage trying to seep out of their skin. They focus on you when you tell. They make it about you and how they are worried about you and your feelings. They don't let you see just how worked up they are from hearing something so terrible.

Hope that these boys don't know your home address and hope that you don't give them time to find out! Also hope that you are clear on who was bad and who was good to you in your family. Otherwise you might just find that they are taking a "trip" for a few days! Where are they going? Oh, nowhere special. Just a little place they know that they want to spend a little time at. Oh? You want to come? Sorry, but maybe next time! They just need a little them time is all!

And if you look and see in the papers that your family was massacred, don't even worry about it! You get calls about them all passing away under a mysterious attack? Murderers that look to have killed in cold blood. That's so strange! Who could have done it? And Soleil and Atlas come back and ask you how you've been while they've been away and you tell them of this "tragedy" and they wonder what on earth could have happened! They comfort you a lot; they do know even separated family can have complicated ties to a person, but they assure you everything will be alright. They were so cruel to you. They didn't deserve you. You're better off without them. They'll help you through this. Everything will be ok <3 And you know, you are perfect just the way you are, right? No one could ever tell you differently, you know? Not on their watches. Not. On. Their. Watches.

In reality, this is a hard one for both of them to hear. Soleil has some major problems accepting his own sexuality while Atlas's mom has major problems accepting his sexuality and his older-half sibling's, Deimos, sexuality and gender identity. Soleil is scared his family and the world would despise him for coming out and accepting his feelings (which I will tell you, would never happen with his family. They are a very accepting group of people and love him no matter what) while Atlas's mom wants to save her children for her god (who she assumes is their god naturally.) Atlas thinks it's horseshit, and will openly flaunt how in love he is with Soleil around her and that Deimos is fucking Monty behind her back (which she full-heartedly denies,) and that her god can screw themself. He's not worried about other people's opinions like that. Especially not his mom's.

They take care of you in the way they know how.

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I look forward to your self insert!!! I live to see them all! 🥰💕 Poor Soleil will have a time! He's terrified of most flying insects but especially of butterflies with moths as a close second! He's a fearful guy! But I LOVE MOTHS SO I'M EXCTIED!

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

Happy birthday Jay!!

A very happy birthday to very good fwend... well child of mine, Jayyyyyyy, most of you may know him as @peterparker-who or the kid Petey. Or the boyfriend of Wade. However you do, you know he's sweet and special and nice and is just always present.

I speak to Jay almost everyday, we either share memes, or we talk about his cool Sims stuff, or we just giggle at cat pictures together. He is my main supplier of memes and I love him for that.

If you know me, you'll know I love dolls, so when I met Jay and saw that he was too Obsessed with stuffed animals and showed me his.

The best part about talking to him is that we don't necessarily need a topic. We can just send each other pictures of what we're eating or fit checks and still have a fun conversation, without even trying to.

So to Jay, thank you for all the meaningful and well, meaningless too, conversations we have had and thank you for being there with me everytime I needed a buddy to talk to.

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What does this mean??

[mishiami]

good morning tetro community

@jubileedeeznuts-posting dragged me into this because he's a dastardly awful terrible unforgivable wretch and i HATE her

[murainhell]

Day 5 of RadioAppleGoggles (Hanahaki), but it is specifically fanart for @katyakurae comic (you can read it here!)

[anpiels]

here's my piece for the aa spring swap! i created for @aliceaktorka, who requested something sweet with Maria and Gina as a ship and mentioned being fond of hurt/comfort. I'm very happy with this, so I hope you enjoy it, too :]

A short drabble I wrote inspired by this piece under the read more.

It wasn't unlike how Iris had told her Wagahai preferred to show affection, Gina reasoned: being able to feel at peace enough with someone to let your guard down completely, so that you may fully revel in their presence. Of course, the proper way to express that feeling in words was beyond her (and, evidently, Maria herself), but even though her vocabulary couldn't explain what wasn't a sentiment she'd ever truly felt before, she knew that it was a very warm, fuzzy feeling, if nothing else.

That said, it really wasn't so complicated; though both Inspector Lestrade and Doctor Gorey had scarce experience with such emotions (due to either emotional or physical isolation respectively), they both recognized the other's presence as something their heart reached out for. They were both desperate to achieve the sensation of placing all of their faith in another once again, although this time, it was not only to rely on the other— but to be relied on in the same way.

What they both longed for, unwittingly or otherwise, was something they found in each other: a strong bond of mutual trust.

As the dawning sun broke through the twilight, Gina watched blearily through the usually-drawn-shut curtains of the coroner office's window. Somewhere in that hazy level of consciousness between sleep and wake, only one thought occurred to her: the room itself felt much more comfortable than it ever had before.

How strangely tangible it was, the joint serenity of a blossoming love.

[msue0027]

Matt Smith would make a terrific and terrifying Master.

[painom]

Hello! Can I just say that I really appreciate you doing this? I've always been a big fan of your analyses and your ability to get to the root of the characters. Thank you for continuing to let us read your wonderful thoughts and stories.

On your old blog, you discussed your headcannons for Lyney, one being his tendency to forget things like where he put his wallet because him and his mind are very busy. Unfortunately, I didn't save the post (my biggest regret ahhhhh!) and I would love to read your analysis once more. If it's okay with you, could you go over your headcannons for Lyney again? The old, the new, whatever's on your mind and whatever you're willing to share. Thank you so much!

Thank you for the kind ask, anon! Here you go!

New Lyney Headcanons

Self-focused - Though he never seems like it, those that know Lyney well know that he’s often running low on sleep. And really, he has no one to blame but himself. During the day he’s often distracted with magic shows, helping people, little tasks around the hotel, running missions for Father, and much more. And at night? He can often be found alone in his room planning new tricks, arranging missions for his siblings, studying to become the next “king” of the House, and things of the sort. If Lynette and Freminet didn’t keep an eye on him, no doubt he would stay up the whole night if given the chance! Those two welcome all the help they can get. 

Relationship-focused - When it comes to his relationship with you, Lyney never lies. You know he would never do that to you. And sometimes, the knowledge almost lulls you into a false sense of security. Yet you know better. You’re smarter than that. Where Lyney doesn’t lie, he omits. Half-truths so easily fall from his mouth as drops of rain from the sky. Your comments of concern are often brushed off and your questions redirected. As much as you try, you know the truth. He doesn’t want you to know. He doesn’t want you to shoulder his burdens with him. 

old lyney headcanons below!

Would Lyney be honest with you?

With his outgoing and fun personality, it oftentimes is easy to get caught within his flow. Lyney is the charming sort, after all, that one may very well forget that he is subject to the same struggles as the rest. Get to know him well enough, though, and you will quickly realize that this is not a fact he wishes others to know. More than a desire, he needs to be seen as someone in control, as someone without weakness. That’s his role as the big brother. And if that means lying, avoiding, and omitting the truth to accomplish it, then an accomplished performer like himself will do what he must. 

Does Lyney prefer to pursue or be pursued?

With a penchant for flair and dramatics, it’s clear to see Lyney prefers to pursue the people he’s interested in. Really, it’s one of the things he goes all out. With a trick up his sleeve, he won’t hesitate to dazzle you with flowers pulled from nowhere and fireworks from his tophat. He wants you to be enchanted. He wants you to be impressed! You are, aren’t you? You like it, don’t you? So focused on charming you that he often loses sight of much else. Fun fact, should you attempt to turn the tables, however, you can expect his mask of self-confidence to fall to reveal a rather flustered expression beneath. 

Headcanons

Self-focused - If there’s one thing that’s true about Lyney, it is that he is a very busy person. As a person with multiple masks and roles, his thoughts are often preoccupied with House missions, performances, new tricks, and things of the like. So, much to the dismay of others, it’s easy for things to become buried under the multitude of other tasks he needs to take care of. How often the simple things become forgotten—where he last left his wallet, tea time with his siblings, the sale on storybooks at the bookstore. During those times, he really can’t help but appreciate his siblings and their ability to keep him on track. Really, he doesn’t know what he’d do without them!

Relationship-focused - It doesn’t hit you at first, but it doesn’t take you very long to notice how hard Lyney tries for your relationship. Normally this would be a good thing, but it is different with Lyney. Every day he tries to charm you. Every day he attempts to enchant you. You tell him he doesn’t need to try so hard, but that only seems to light a fire beneath him to do even more. You see it in his eyes. He needs to know you are still in awe of him, that you like him as much as he does you. And then it sinks in, doesn’t it? He doesn’t trust you. He doesn’t trust your feelings for him. He’ll never show his true face to you.

old tags for this post: #okay let’s talk lyney for a bit i think the biggest thing to know about lyney is that at his core he is an insecure person insecure and anxious #imo he’s extremely attached to his title of ‘big brother’ that he needs to fulfill the duties if such he needs to protect his siblings and be a person others can rely on #this belief is so strong that he refuses to rely on arlecchino for help and snaps at freminet for trying to get him to open up #he really cares about the way he’s perceived #remember when the traveler found out he’s part of the fatui and he spends his time bending over backwards to try to get them to trust him ‘like me! like me! please. i’m trustworthy i’ll never lie to you please!!’ #honestly imo that’s just one if his faults like lyney is unstable #idk what possessed arlecchino to make him her successor like he’d crack under pressure #lynette is a way better option #but anyway bc of these things he would not trust his partner in a relationship #he wouldn’t rely on them he’d never feel secure which would prompt him to keep trying too hard to ensure he’s still the person he thinks you fell in love with #the most important thing to remember with lyney is that he is a performer and the face he shows to the world is essentially a mask

What’s Lyney’s breaking point in a relationship?

It’s hard to imagine, really. With how much Lyney may seem in love, the idea there’s a point a relationship would be too much for him is hard to believe. But when you really think about it, his breaking point is simple. As strong as his feelings may be for you, his devotion to his family and its cause outweighs everything else. Should your relationship with him ever reach a time where it encroaches upon that which is the most precious to him, then there’s nothing more he can do than let you go.

old tags for this post: #i think the key thing to take in here is that lyney cannot function without his family he is extremely reliant upon them to the extent that he will become unstable without them #just look at the archon quest when wriothesley captured his siblings any and all logic completely went out the window #lyney is an anxious insecure mess and the only thing that holds him together is playing the role he has to as big brother #if your relationship with him ever reaches the point that you transcend into being counted as his family.... he will have no breaking point #the breaking point will be his mind or body. whichever breaks first

[welcometogrouchland]

I'm going to be so real I do not understand tim & steph shippers who feel that Steph dating Tim again would save her character. You can make an argument that giving Tim a more compelling love interest would be beneficial for him! And you can at least make an argument that the fujo mischaracterization of Steph would stop. However she'd still, inevitably, be treated as a prop character/extension for someone more popular 😭 it also wouldn't make her appear in more books! Tim doesn't have many frequent appearances at the moment either! You can just say you like the couple and want them back together without acting like you have some kind of moral stance

[burningcheese-merchant]

Flattery won't get you anywhere, l0nistar 🤨 especially playing into Ice being my favorite type in Pokémon... disgraceful. I won't stand for this blatant cajolery, I won't fall for your charms. You're trying to sell me something. Steal my eyes. Make an irreversible deal. Not today!!!

jk lol. Thank you, really. It means a lot to hear you say all this. (Are my lines really that clean looking? I'm just really particular with the eraser haha) Especially because I genuinely think you're a better artist than I am 😅 it's special to me when other artists compliment my pieces because... well, I can't do much of anything. Takes me hours to do simple things. I was never my own biggest fan with regards to anything at all, much less art. I look at what other people do on here, including kids, and I feel so small and inadequate haha. Warms my heart a little to know that there really are some people that think I do a good job. I'm capable of very little, but I try very, very hard. Thank you so much for saying this, well and truly. I always look forward to hearing from you (I smile real big when I see the same certain people on my posts and in my box. I have regulars, can you believe that?) and I'm grateful for your attention and support

And I also love ice cubes. I know chewing on them is bad for your teeth but I can't help it lol

[angrybatart]

Me, while searching for Steve in Chapter 2.

Actually I HAD a way cooler idea that I was gonna ink and color later that was inspired by Down By the Docks from the OST, but couldn't figure out underwater swimming poses. I should look for the reference stuff I shared. So enjoy this abridged version instead.

[greghatecrimes]

If anyone was wondering (no one was), the most Thirteen + her brother song Ever to me is Hartebeest by Yaelokre. The whole song, but especially: "Where do we go when the river's running slow? Where do we run when the acres turn green and the cats kill one by one? Little rabbit (run, run, run, run, run)" -> something something both of them growing up learning they could eventually get sick and both of then testing positive as adults, knowing they're on limited time, knowing that time is running out. Their mom going, then Thirteen's brother going, and her living with the weight of being the last one left standing. The lyrics match all the way down to "little rabbit (run, run, run, run, run)" because in my headcanons, Thirteen's brother Jay's nickname for her since she was a baby has been "Rabbit". I will never not be screaming crying throwing up over these two

[egginfroggin]

@dysfunctionalburden first of all, I love your tag novels, thank you so much for them, you just made the rest of my week

Second of all, this particular tag absolutely sent me because I'm just like. "Welcome to the Snuggly Duckling, we've got gnomes, manotaurs, occasionally a hawktopus stuck in the chimney flue, lumberjacks, a couple of identical kids who look freakishly like the current king's grandson, and Smile Dip on tap. Oh, also the feral boyband. We've had three musical numbers in the last week. Oh also the bear"

Now I know how everyone settled into "I've Got a Dream," so seamlessly, though, that was always funny to me (even with the whole Disney musical requirements logic). Like. did they do recitals or. ?

(Mabel is delighted at the impromptu musical numbers)

("Hey, my dad does those too! Never figured out how he got all those candles to light up blue though. Hey where'd you get the disco lights I need some of those")

[moe-broey]

Down time...

Just some VERY messy quick doodles. But it's soooo important to me.... bite bite kill kill bite chew gnaw chomp kill maim murder

+ some extra expressions I like enough to post (but please look away this is private........... like you don't really See Anything/it's cropped out, just suggestive LMFAO)

Mostly just bc of Moe tbh. I like how silly it is LMFAO