#It has some potential to be fun I might play around with it a bit

[somegrumpynerd]

Some doodles from the freaky friday idea I had, as it turns out neither of them can do a convincing impression of the other

Also this

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt Joshua again. Amazing how all it takes for what was once one of my least favorite oni characters to become my third favorite is simply making shit up

[the-maid-of-witchwood]

Gimme your favourite au ideas and who you'd throw into them (or like one au idea you like because you have like the neatest ideas)

Again, I’m gonna pull out a list of AUs I have previously written because I’m way too prepared for this.

Carrie AU 2.0

Has no relation to the first beyond being another play on Carrie. The whole thing takes place at the Starlight Theatre where Ruth ends up playing the lead in Cinderella’s Castle. Zoey, pissed and bitter about playing second fiddle to some dorky soprano, just decides to trash her opening night. Or the one where Zoey takes method acting as the Stepmother too far. (If you’ve seen CC, you’ll know what I’m hinting at). Ruth snaps and wipes out half of Hatchetfield before curtain call.

Also Lautity are here just flirting in the background the entire time. Like, they are the only survivors because they thought the other looked good in this hot all done up and left to make out.

Cinderella’s Castle

The one where Stephanie doesn’t have a good time. I’ve already spoken about it on here but it’s essentially the plot of CC but set in Hatchetfield, with some of the lore weaved in. Just for fun and angst. So you know she’s being dragged through that ringer.

Corpse Bride

Pete is Victor, Grace is Victoria, Steph is Emily. Need I say more?

Crossed Timelines

Having been killed by Max, Ruth and Richie wake up in some random location with Pete, Steph and Grace. But it’s not their Pete, Steph and Grace. It’s the ones from another universe where Max killed them three instead of Ruth and Richie. Basically everyone argues who had it worst and trauma bonds. Essentially reincarnation.

Dæmons (His Dark Materials)

Just shenanigans involving everyone having dæmons. That’s it. Mainly fluff and chaos.

Dirty Dudes Must Die

Written as a mock Nightmare Time episode. Essentially follows Steph discovering the guys at school being shitty to Grace, the school refusing to do anything, Grace getting kicked out of home for ‘sleeping around’ and subsequently her deciding to take revenge. Only things go horribly wrong and she ends up with four bodies on her hands. Fortunately the nerds who keep getting in the way are more than happy to help.

Hatchet Swung the Other Way

Gabe is the bully and everything changes. Not really. Essentially just a role swap: the cool kids are now the losers and vice versa, Gabe - Max, Grace - Steph, Steph - Pete, and so on and so forth. Potentially might take place at Abstinence Camp.

Heathers

When Richie said he hated Stephanie Lauter and wanted her dead, he didn’t mean it literally. Would be nice if Max knew that. Also it’s totally unfair that he has to put up with her annoying ghost instead of Max when it wasn’t even his fault she was stupid enough to drink drain cleaner in the first place—

Ride the Cyclone Tearjerker

Six teenagers die at Watcher World. However, Miss Holloway refuses to let Blinky torture all of them - so they reach a deal, she can bring one back to life. However, rather than pick herself, she leaves the decision to the teenagers. Aka, Ruth lets out her inner theatre kid for an hour and a bit; Steph and Richie attempt to kill each other a second time; Grace has a mental breakdown/crisis of faith in the corner; Pete is literally the only ‘normal’ one; and Max honestly doesn’t know why he’s here.

Sail Away to Canada

An alternative NPMD ending where they do actually sail away to Canada and get new identities. A lot more slice of life and silly scenarios of them trying to remain undercover… until Solomon drags them back to deal with the mess (Max’s ghost) they left behind. Only there’s one issue: Grace may or may not have lost the winning card of her chastity to Lautski and they might have to aggressively play Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide who’s taking the bullet.

Something Fun, Something Tasty

Another alternative NPMD ending where Steph’s sacrifice isn’t the death of what she cherishes most, but they’re humanity. Pete and Grace struggle to adapt to their new life as… whatever the heck they are now. Monsters? Pets? Vessels? Steph just feels incredibly guilty; she’s also kinda the new Miss Holloway.

Take a Walk in My Shoes

Steph and Grace wake up in each other’s bodies in what they think is just a random nightmare. With the help of Pete, they slowly uncover that there’s something a lot more sinister going on at Abstinence Camp. And maybe a certain deal that was stuck between Mayor Lauter and the Jerries over a black book…

The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals

Essentially TGWDLM but Pete is Paul. And he has the unfortunate fate of losing one girlfriend to the apocalypse, while trying to escape with the other. This definitely isn’t something that’ll be used against him in the final act…

[chow0w]

do you have a design for whiteout? ive always been fascinated by her description in the books and id be so curious to see how you interpret it!

Thank you so much!! Whiteout has been requested SO many times, and I'm really glad I can finally deliver! @miscellaneous-dragon-art , @thegreatnature , @aldershadows , @fluffyjesterr , @sunnyfield , @oli-bird , @rhynee and a handful of other anons all requested to see her, and the moment has finally arrived...

First off, I need to be transparent and say that @axolotl-yawn's redesign is definitely what motivated me to get off my butt and stop ignoring Whiteout (The amount of requests DID make me nervous.) Please go check out their design!

Onto the thought process - I first started this design by considering what I liked the least about Whiteout's canon appearance, so that I could gauge some kind of idea of where I wanted to go. The high contrast and lack of color definitely bothered me (even though it makes sense she'd be a greyscale dragon, being ice/night. I need my colors.) I also felt that her hybrid features were a lot of this-or-that, and she lacked codominant features which could've potentially looked cooler. Obviously these are just my personal preferences! I tried to stay very personal with this redesign, since there's just so much Whiteout content already and I wanted to challenge myself to stay as original as possible.

With that in mind, I established that I was going to use a lot of semi-saturated colors, focusing heavily on blending her hybrid features as best as possible into something that reminded me a little bit of melting ice/thin layers of ice you'd see on a volcanic rock. To implement this, I gave Whiteout an ice-like underbelly and more swirl patterns than she probably needed, just to reinforce that slightly whimsy vibe she has and make her shapes/lines match darkstalker's description of her mind. I thought it would be fun to blend ice/night spines with Whiteout, and made hers equally curvy and sharp. There are tons of other little things - I could talk about the redesign forever, but this post is long enough as is!

Thank you all so much for supporting my redesign journey thus far - I absolutely love seeing you around and getting your suggestions! The pinned post in my blog tells you any redesigns currently waitlisted or made - but if you don't see your favorite there (or just want to ask anyways) feel free to hit up my inbox!

Also - my art competition is still going for a whole month! It's a challenge to draw any scene from any WoF book, which might interest some of my fellow artists who visit this blog!

Here's the invite link to my server, which you can use to submit any entries! https://discord.gg/AfyVWmftzn

Even though I made it for the competition, we're having a lot of fun playing wordle - so if you just want to chat, don't stray!

later! ヽ(o^ ^o)ﾉ

[gachagon]

Ena's are treated by others based on how capable they are

Yesterday I played through the entirety of Ena Dream BBQ and it was the most fun and surreal time I'd ever had playing a video game since I played OFF.

After I finished it though, I couldn't help but think about how Ena was treated as some kind of dangerous, menacing entity that has the potential for harm from the other entities in the game. Everyone in the game either treats Ena as if she is a troublemaker or someone who is too dangerous to be left by herself or to be alone with. Which is strange because Dream BBQ Ena never does anything like that to anyone in the game.

So why does everyone hate Ena? I think it has to do with the idea that Meanie/Salesperson Ena is way more *capable* and aware than the Classic!Ena from the youtube series.

Meanie/Salesperson Ena is more proactive and is able to advocate for herself, and even has a job (which shocks a some of the characters when they learn that this Ena has a job lol) Meanie/Salesperson Ena is much more capable of doing "bad" things or harm then the Classic Ena we see in the show.

Classic Ena seems to lose control over her "sad" side a lot even if she's not really sad. And sometimes when she *is* sad, it becomes too much and literally makes her ill.

A lot of the characters in the youtube series aren't afraid of this Ena though they do still want her to leave them alone anyways. Nobody is panicked or frightened or even a little bit wary of this Ena because she doesn't even really have control over her own emotions, and she falls apart at the slightest bit of adversity.

And as far as I'm aware this Ena doesn't have a "job" like Dream BBQ Ena does. Meaning I don't think someone other than Moonie has trusted her to do things for them. No one gives her any kind of hard responsibility and once they see how out of control she is over herself, many of the entities seem to relax around her even though she's an Ena.

I know some people have been saying what if the reason Ena's are so mistreated is because they were maybe made to cause trouble or to harm other entities, but I think it's more so that Ena's have the potential to cause harm based off of how capable they are and how in control they are of themselves.

Classic!Ena is not able to pull herself together most of the time and it seems to take a great deal of strength to reel back in her "sad" side. Her sad side also doesn't seem to speak rationally and demeans herself, unlike how Meanie/Salesperson clearly talk and are always on the same subject most of the time. I think for the other entities if you knew Ena's were bad news for some reason and you met one who could barely walk straight because of how "sad" she was all the time, you'd probably think the Ena who's 100% in control of *both* sides to be a little spookier because now you're messing with a person who can seriously do harm to you somehow.

I also think Meanie/Salesperson is aware of this dichotomy between different Ena's thus why they constantly have to reassure other people that they're not doing any kind of "sketchy" or bad things. Entities have probably treated this Ena way worse in the past just because of being an Ena, and being capable and more aware most likely didn't actually help with trying to get people to trust her more.

Meanie/Salesperson might also not be quite as innocent as we may think based off of the ending of chapter 1 because in the end they do kind of "destroy" everything, and in the end the only person who comes out of it okay is Ena.

We don't actually know what their job really is, lol but them having a job at all was enough for a lot of the entities to just trust them to do things for them. I think the fact that Meanie/Salesperson Ena was able to complete their task at all and come out of it okay, kind of proves that maybe the entities in the Uncanny Valley were right to be a little wary because now the Uncanny Valley is gone thanks to Ena turning the smoke off T_T

[stardust-swan]

What Type of Charisma are You Manifesting? ✨

Left to right: 1, 2, 3

Pile 1

You're manifesting vibrant charisma. You are radiating magnetism that draws people in - the type that makes you best friends with everyone in the room even if you only met them five minutes ago. The type that everyone has a little crush on. The type that can make a small gathering feel like a lively extravaganza. You are full of cheer and high-spirited, brimming with fun and excitement.

You're experimenting with your identity, which makes you come across as raw and authentic. You have a lot of power but you have not yet learned how to wield it. You are confident and ambitious, and people sense your potential. Some people might find it intimidating, but others are drawn in by your exuberance and honesty. You are full of passion and energy and are going places quickly, which other people sense as a vibe of spontaneity and excitement. You live for fun, and if things are no longer fun, you don't want to play anymore.

Imagery I associate with your kind of charisma:

Scent: Citrus - sweet, bright, and bold, but it doesn't linger.

Flower: Sunflower or a zinnia.

Animal: Toucan

Artist: Matisse, full of high contrasts and vibrant colours.

Colour: Clear, bright colours, like turquoise, dandelion yellow, Kelly green, sky blue, and tomato red.

Archetype: The Cheerleader or Prom Queen, who rather than being the stereotypical mean girl, is actually very friendly and genuinely beloved by all - the type who is invited to every party and who makes sure to chat with the new kid in the class to make them feel less alone.

Pile 2

You are manifesting regal charisma. This type of charisma exudes poise, confidence, and elegance. People feel like they're hanging out with royalty around you, even if you're wearing jeans and a t-shirt and cracking jokes. But no matter how casual and relaxed you are, you radiate dignity and grace. People are drawn in by your competence, talent, and skill - you're someone that commands respect, a natural leader like a Queen at her throne. Your peers respect you, and people younger than you look up to you.

Sometimes you come across as more reserved than you are. You're afraid of overwhelming people, so you hold yourself back a little. But people can still sense the fire underneath - the big goals, the worldliness, the growth coming full circle. This makes you come across as confident, wise, and a bit mysterious. You have a wicked sense of humour, which softens a demeanour some may otherwise find cold.

Imagery I associate with your kind of charisma:

Scent: Rose - fresh, clean, and feminine.

Flower: Carnation or white camellia.

Animal: Swan

Artist: Diego Velázquez - realistic, dramatic, highly detailed, and technically impressive.

Colour: Jewel tones, like emerald green, garnet, aubergine, and royal blue.

Archetype: The High Queen. Dressed majestically, you sit at your throne, inspiring awe in others. You are kind, regal, and benevolent, beloved by all the land. You bless and reward those who respect you generously.

Pile 3

You are manifesting laid-back charisma. You are very grounded, which puts people at ease. You like to help people grow. You won't do the work for someone else, but you'll support and encourage them as much as you can as long as they do their share (your pet peeve is people refusing to do their share of the work or improve themselves). You carry an air of vulnerability (in a good way) and openness, which gives you a soulful quality. People relate to you easily, and feel comfortable sharing things with you. They perceive you as resilient, someone who can not only emphatise with their struggles, but who has overcome their own struggles and gotten stronger because of them. You are someone who is actively seeking growth, unafraid of getting a bit messy to do so. You have a healing effect on people and will help anyone that needs a hand. You are supportive of your local community, whether that's through participating in the neighborhood cleanup or donating to a local food bank.

Imagery I associate with your type of charisma:

Scent: Sandalwood - soft, woody, and rich.

Flower: Hydrangea

Animal: Dove

Artist: Maxfield Parrish - vibrant, gently blended, and whimsical.

Colour: Gentle, warm colours, like copper, rosewood, cream, moss green, charcoal and lavender.

Archetype: The Earth Mother. You are someone who is wise, nourishing, and gently firm. You have a creative soul, and you find beauty in the ordinary. Like an ancient goddess who has come to Earth to bless us with her presence and love.

[gemini-atz]

Seonghwa as your Boyfriend₊˚⊹♡

('Realistic Imagines' + Astrology Based)

Background/Disclaimer: !!This is all my own interpretation based on my personal astrology knowledge and research. I consider myself an amateur!!

✩Gemini Notes✩ IDK what happened but I ended up getting really into writing the NSFW part of this and it got long so I'm making a part 2 for it which I'll post tomorrow night! I'll create a link at the end of this post and in my Astrology Series Pinned post. If you'd like a tag please comment!

SEONGHWA SUN Aries MOON Cancer MERCURY Aries VENUS Aquarius MARS Aries

Dating Seonghwa is pretty much like being with your best friend. He's such a caretaker and protector in your life almost from the moment he enters it. You guys probably had a base of friendship for a bit before you started dating, and it would have probably (definitely) been you crushing on Seonghwa hard first before he even notices his own feelings for you.

Aquarius Venus and really anyone with their Venus in an Air sign tend to seek intellectual or stimulating connections with people before falling romantically. For Seonghwa his partner should be someone he also considers a close friend. He'd be like the guy you'd meet in your second year of college in class because you were put in a group for an assignment and of COURSE you two turned out to be the only two that even gave a shit and tried. Showing a sincere interest in his hobbies or likes would really endear him to you, and he would try to return the favor by getting into yours. For Seonghwa, a comfortable kind of friends to lovers thing is ideal. He loves spending quality time with you but his idea of quality time is very much giving parallel play, where you both do your own thing in the same room, maybe listening to a playlist you made together. With his three Aries placements, he has the potential to have a really explosive temper. It's a little diminished by his Moon in Cancer but he's probably the type of guy who holds in all his annoyances until he can just get them out at the end of the day either through his hobbies or physical activity. Basically, he likes to keep his mind focused and his hands busy. Air Venus signs can come off as aloof occasionally to other passionate signs who literally want to be with you all the time. He's the kind of boyfriend that will give you some space if you need it, because he'll need it too. You'll be soooo tempted to go an interrupt him when he's focused on his Legos because he's just so beautiful and cute when he's focusing but the thing he loves about you is how much understanding you always give him; its all you can do to just kiss his forehead and go to read a book while laying on the couch. Eventually he'd come over to you, bouncy and energized and flop onto the couch, wiggling up to rest his face into your chest and wrapping warm, solid arms around you. "Can I show you the set I just built?" He'd ask, and of course you say yes! His eyes get so sparkly while he shows it off to you, smiling so proudly at your reactions. If you're a person who loves being spontaneous or adventurous with your plans, having Seonghwa as your boyfriend means you two will genuinely have a lot of fun together. He's the boyfriend that wants genuinely does want to go to art museums and fashion archive exhibits with you, and you guys can chat excitably about your opinions of different works, be it games, anime, fashion or music. As a couple, you are always ready to try something new and probably always have weekend plans.

As a Cancer Moon Seonghwa might gravitate toward the caretaker role in your relationship and tends to anticipate your own needs before you do, just doing little actions to look after you, like preparing your coffee or tea in the morning while you rush around getting ready for work. He isn't super big on PDA, maybe holding hands in public is as much as he's comfortable with but once you're alone....he's your personal giant teddy bear. So many hugs, so many cuddle sessions where you both play on your Switches and pause occasionally to show each other something cool or cute in your game.

You'll end up thinking its funny that some people have the impression your boyfriend is quiet or shy; If he's not saying anything, he just might not be interested in the conversation. Once you get him talking about his interests he's a certified YAPPER. And, surprisingly one of the most stubborn people you have ever met. Like, good luck feeling like you can ever "win" an argument. With both a Sun and Mars in Aries, Seonghwa feels like he can give you energy just from being near him. Aries men tend to have a lot of physical stamina and can push themselves pretty far in that aspect.

Which brings me to my next point......

NSFW

I see Seonghwa as someone who eventually gets into orgasm denial on his partner because of just how long he can go for. That Aries stamina feels like he's the type who can cum and be ready to go again faster than you were expecting.

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[blackknight-kai]

SW/DO... you grab his tail

spoilert alert: it's sensitive

seriously this trope has so much potential. He can flustered, amused, used to to play with you and it's hellishly strong so it can be used as a another limb... just saying

Anon asked: Ello, we all know that the monkei bois would love the reader very much sooo....what if..what if...you wrote about how they couldn't control their tails around the reader despite how hard they might want to.

This can be done in the form of just the tail holding the reader's waist or their tails outting their feelings when trying to appear tough and nonchalant for the reader.

(P.S. I love your work so much!! :)

OKAY! So you both had a thought on the same track. And I HAVE THOUGHTS. There will be some things I keep to myself just yet, because I do have fics I’m writing etc LOL.

I’m gonna start with the fun silly thoughts. (This first bit will go for both SW & DO as a ‘set up’ - a drabble will be down below for one of each)

- [ ] Anon, you are on the right thought there. I imagine his tail is the one thing you can count on to tell you how he’s feeling or what’s happening.

- [ ] He has to actively think about it to make that limb STOP moving and giving him away and 90% of the time he forgets .

- [ ] Generally his tail is fairly still or just moves casually, sometimes it would flick or swish if he’s feeling a strong emotion, he’s never had to worry about it before. But when it comes to you? Oh no that thing fucking LOVES you.

- [ ] As soon as he hears you, smells you, or see’s you that tail is activated

- [ ] He can pout or be dramatic or pretend to be annoyed all he wants but that tail is and will always be a simp for you and will tell you immediately what he’s feeling.

- [ ] It took a while to translate what each specific movement means but over time you become an expert at knowing what each twitch or flick or swish meant. You can judge quickly by the pace it moves or if the movements are jerky and twitchy. Or if it’s lazy and playful. This fact is something that gets under his skin because he cannot hide from you.

- [ ] It’s adorable to see him out of the corner of your eye slap his tail when he realizes it’s doing something stupid like trying to sneakily wrap around some part of you or giving his mood away.

- [ ] Enarian, friend, you got it right too. That tail is sensitive as HELL. So when it acts like a little homing beacon (without his conscious thought) and latches on to you it does all kinds of fuckery to him internally and he has to stop himself from physically reacting (if he catches himself fast enough).

- [ ] Once in a while though he wont notice that he’s hooked his tail around you and you have to debate with yourself on do you tell him or nah?

- [ ] It’s soft as hell too.

- [ ] He is used to baby monkeys grabbing his tail and playing with it. He always used to stiffen it and let them hang from it or he would wrap it around them and toss them in the air making them giggle and make adorable monkey noises of surprise before catching them with it. But thats about it and unless he was purposely using it to mess with someone he generally keeps it to himself. Until you.

- [ ] Before you guys get together that thing makes him a MESS. He doesnt know what to do because when you make his heart race his tail of course has to swish and flick like an excited cub.

- [ ] When hes flustered it goes a little poofy and flicks just so and he HATES that he can see the knowing amusement in your eyes as you catch on.

- [ ] One thing he does note though is how much you seem to love his tail. Not just because it gives him away, oh no. You stare at it longingly when you think hes not looking.

- [ ] He will definitely hit you with it (gently) and hold down his shiver when it touches you. He enjoys the little laugh you make and how you bat at his tail with your hand.

- [ ] I HC that Monkeys have courting gestures and tail language/touches are part of it. He has definitely been making those specific motions regardless of knowingly or not.

- [ ] His tail is possessive of you - by extension he is. He knows you wont go for anyone else and hes secure in that, but no one else’s tail is going to cling to you or brush against you. This is a mates touching zone only.

Destined One

Before you two got together his tail used to make him oh so angry. At first he didn’t notice its sudden…interest in you. Nor did he notice how it gave away his true emotions as he was unused to having to pay attention to it before leaving home on his journey. He’s not stupid though and while he doesnt talk much if ever he is observant. The way your eyes started to flick to his tail caught his attention and at first he thought it was because you were a human and curious about it. But then one afternoon while he was trying act unaffected by you tending to a wound he had gotten his heart was pounding at your close proximity and he felt restless but he made sure not to move an inch nor show his turmoil on his face. He noticed your eyes dart to his side and the small smile you had on your face. Curious he looked over only for his whole body stiffen as his tail was…..swishing in a specific pattern. The movement itself a sign of happiness and contentment amongst his people and he was NOT used to his tail doing this, having never been one for expressing his feelings be it on his face or his tail. His body language was always that of steely determination and focus.

That one simple realization opened a whole new problem for him as he very quickly became aware that his tail NEVER stopped doing stupid things around you and apparently you had been observing every detail during your travels. It’s embarrassing. The knowing little smiles on your face as his tail curls and uncurls happily as he tries to pretend that you pulling twigs out of his fur doesnt make him practically melt inside from the simple act of grooming alone. Or when he’d spooked you by turning into a peach and transforming at the last second as you go to take a bite, hed kept a straight face as you pouted at him. You’d immediately called him out for ‘laughing’ at you even though no sound left his throat or mouth as, of course, his tail swished merrily behind him giving his amusement away.

It’s not just that though, the stupid thing will NOT stop touching you now that he’s hyper aware of not only his growing feelings but also what had been going on with his tail giving his emotional state away. He has to actively make sure his tail remains where it should which is difficult when he’s trying to also keep an ear out for danger and keep an eye on you. You either dont notice or dont mind his clingy appendage. He certainly does. Especially with how sensitive it is and how often he finds it slithering across the small gap between you two just to anchor itself on your arm or leg like a soft little hook. Every time it brushes your skin it sends thousands of little signals through his body and he just hopes you dont notice how hard he has to concentrate not to shudder. His tail is always needy and starved for your warmth and it’s embarrassing how often he has to grab it mid anchor attempt or tuck it inside his shirt/pants just to keep it from touching you.

It doesnt get better either because as you get comfortable with it you seem to allow his tail purchase on you. Even petting it sometimes and making his mouth go dry and his breath catch in his throat. It’s honestly overwhelming and sends his senses into overdrive as his entire world narrows down to the feel of you against his tail. Most day’s is all he can do not to wrap it around your waist and lock you to him.

The day you grabbed his tail was something he will forever be embarrassed about. He apparently was too distracted by eating dinner to notice your annoyance with it. You both had had a long day, the fighting seemed to never end and you were taking a very late dinner having missed both breakfast and lunch due to being interrupted out of your sleep that morning by a fearsome foe. Neither of you spoke as you set up a quick camp that night and settled into a quick dinner before the last light of the day went out. He was tired and irritated, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep and rest his aching muscles. His tail apparently decided to reflect his frustration’s unbeknownst to him. It wasn’t until you let out an annoyed huff and snatched his tail with a firm but gentle hand that he realized he had been thumping it rhythmically against your thigh. The instinctual noise that left his throat was high pitched and surprised, with a slight edge of a moan to it as of course your touch to the sensitive appendage was pleasing. A little too pleasing. At the sound you both still and look at each other with wide eyes.

You’d followed after him stumbling through the woods in the dark as he shot up and stalked away, his tail flicking with embarrassment behind him. He’d taken pity on you as your eyes couldnt see in the dark like his and had stopped. Things were said, feelings were shared, and at the end of it all as you lie there getting ready to sleep that night he shyly allowed his tail to curl around your leg consciously for the first time.

Slight NSFW thoughts

- [ ] Over time you realized how sensitive that tail really is. Purposely you would snatch it just to watch his whole body stiffen and the fur on his neck fluff up before he turns and gives you a heated (not with anger) glare.

- [ ] As you become more comfortable in your new relationship so does the tail and his reaction which doesnt bode well for you all the time especially since he’s always on the look out now for you to try to grab it.

- [ ] He’s noticed how your skin reacts when he brushes it against you softly and that handsome smirk on his face he gets as goosebumps prickle up on you makes you melt.

- [ ] He still gets embarrassed by it giving his true clingy nature away but now his teasing playful nature has settled in to outweigh his previous frustrations.

- [ ] You learn very quickly not to stroke his tail. Not unless you want a very disgruntled heavy breathing monkey carrying you off to somewhere safe/private to let out his rising need. His tail would be flicking impatiently behind him the whole way of course.

- [ ] You also learn how freaking strong the damn thing is, you’d known before as he has used it to push you out of the way as needed, but especially when hes sleeping its like an unmoving vice around whatever part of you it has wrapped around.

- [ ] In more, desperate situations he uses it as almost like a third hand. Yanking you as he pleases or holding you open so he has a free hand. It anchors you possessively to him in your passion.

- [ ] He’s also discovered you like how the soft fur feels against your nipples and he uses that to his advantage more than he should.

Wukong

Wukong has been around a long long time. He can be both oblivious and hyper vigilant about many things. One thing he was very aware of was his tail complete and utter lack of disrespect for its owner. If this was happening to ANYONE else it would be hysterical and he would never ever let them live it down. But it’s not. So it’s not funny. It’s aggravating and embarrassing. He is too old to be displaying such cub like behavior. His tail should do as he demands, it’s attached to him for fucks sake!

Unfortunately it has a mind of its own. And you are on its mind 25/8.

He very quickly caught on to how his tail reacts when you’re around. You were very careful not to give it away of course but he caught you one day peeking at his tail as he pretended to brush off your thanks after he had stopped you from tripping. Your grateful smile had made him feel twitch and warm, his heart galloping in his chest at the sight. But of course he couldnt have you knowing just a simple smile had him melting like an adolescent during season. Oh no. He grumped, acting put out, and poked and teased you commenting on your terrible walking skills. The usual. Normally you roll your eyes and scoff at his playful irritating words, and you did, but not after taking a quick glance behind him before a twinkle seemed to shine in your eye. He was instantly made aware of his tails happy little swish and flick, internally cursing he sniffed haughtily forcing it to stop. But the damage was done and try as he might to stop it, heat pricked at his cheeks.

This became a reoccurring issue. Every time he tried rebuff your thanks or act nonchalantly towards you his tail couldnt help itself but give his true feelings away, especially when your eyes fell towards it. It made teasing you all the more difficult and the knowing smirk on your face made him twitchy. Constantly he has to remind himself to keep an eye on the stupid thing when you’re around or when someone talks about you.

But you seem to have deciphered the language of tails for the most part. He doesnt know exactly HOW you figured it out honestly, he’s impressed. Clearly this has been going on for a while now too. It annoys the hell out of him as he finds himself flustered repeatedly and has to make a conscious effort to keep the silly thing still.

It also would. Not. Stop. Trying. To. Touch. You. The first time hed noticed THAT happening was embarrassing to say the least. You’d been walking next to him one evening, the dark creeping in as you both made your way back to camp after a little walk.

You are deep into a so called ‘scary’ story you’d been told as a kid. Wukong is listening intently, enjoying the sounds of your voice, when your sudden soft laughter cuts off your story. He’s always attuned to the sounds you make and instantly it made his old heart skip a beat. Masking it though he forces a pout and turns to grumble at you for stopping midway through the tale when he notices a strange sensation sending a tickle up his spine.

Glancing down he see’s to his shock his tail has hooked itself on to your hand, curling around your palm and your fingers are gently holding it, petting it a little with your thumb. His breath stutters as his fur ripples from the soft touch. You snickering catches his attention and he snaps gaze up to meet yours, your smiling and there is a little sparkle in your eye that makes him feel like he’s going to pop out of his skin.

To his embarrassment you teased him about being scared of the story and needing to hold your hand. He’d yanked his tail away and puffed up his chest before stomping off ahead saying he only did that because YOU sounded scared. In reality he had no clue he’d done it and your teasing laughter was stabbing holes in his pride. Your next comment threw him for a loop though. “Hey at least it was my hand this time.”

What that meant was quickly revealed to him as he started to notice how often his tail would gravitate towards you, either to simply brush against your side or leg. Or occasionally trying to hook on to you as you walk or relax close to him for the evening. Wukong found himself many a times sitting high up on a tree branch and grabbing his tail with a strangling grip, seething at it for not keeping itself to itself.

Eventually he had to come to terms with its apparent infatuation with you and you it. Outside of it betraying his thoughts and emotions he has trouble with how sensitive it is and how much you seem to enjoy touching it. It’s bad enough when his tail brushes against you, he has to steel himself to not react, but you petting it absentmindedly? Thats something else entirely. It takes every ounce of his strength, patience, and resolve to not make a sound or to not do something shameful when your fingers happen to slide over his tail.

Wukong does his best to work around the issue so you dont catch on to his plight, playfully hitting you with it or tickling your cheek. Simple things to distract you from his reactions.

One day though he’d had the brilliant idea to mess with you as was his favorite pastime. You’d just gotten done having a wash and yeah, he probably should have paid closer attention to his timing but he was eager to see your pouting annoyed face and your adorable annoyed reaction to the idea that had cropped up in his head. And so, with his keen hyper hearing he listens for when you finish dressing and begin fiddling with your pack.

With a good amount of speed, enough that you wont see him coming, he zips through the trees and grabs you tossing you high up into the air. He cackles as you let out a surprised scream and as you fall, passing by the tree branch he had settled himself he catches you by the ankle with his strong tail. “WUKONG!” You scream at him and he leans over to look at down at you and laugh at your red face. Your face is an angry red, reddest he’s ever seen in fact, but thats not all he notices. As you sway, dangling by the ankle his tail is still holding, you are bent at an awkward angle holding your shirt between your legs. Bare legs.

He catches a glimpse of what your hiding and his tail loosens as his jaw goes slack from the realization that you had not put on your underclothes yet, nor your pants. Your scream as you fall snaps him out of his heated surprise and he moves with lightning speed to catch you. Your face is extremely red and you dont dare look at him as he gently sets you down on your feet. “Leave me.” Is all your cold embarrassed voice demands and he gives a quick jerky nod before stalking off.

Wukong is stuck then by a mixture of emotions as he waits for you back at your little camp. On one hand he’d seen something he could only ever let himself fantasize about in his dreams or precious moments alone. On the other, he’d seen it without your consent and while upsetting you throughly in the process. His heart doesnt stop racing for even a moment as his thoughts bombard him. Hearing your footsteps return to camp some time later makes him oddly nervous.

As you step into view Wukong stands and you two look at each other for a few moments taking each other in. His tail is oddly still. In fact it’s hanging stiffly behind him and the tip is curled just a little between his legs. He doesnt fear you, no. He fears causing you genuine hurt and pain. Seeing his tail and his furrowed brow that he doesnt bother to hide you sigh and relax your tense shoulders before sitting down close by to him.

The conversation that night is difficult. You both being upset for different reasons and being unsure about how to move forward. It takes him allowing himself a moment of vulnerability for you to meet him half way. The words done come easy but you both finally talk about the strange tension between you, the mutual care and enjoyment of each other. Feelings are almost whispered between you and finally, finally Wukong can wrap his arms and tail around you without fear as you now know the depths of his feelings.

Slight NSFW thoughts!

- [ ] Wukong definitely still messes with you 24/7.

- [ ] His tail is a prime suspect at all times.

- [ ] Very rarely will it be still around you. But even being a couple has its challenges and in the beginning there are several instances where his tail hangs down motionlessly with the tip curled between his calves. It’s not fear in those moments, it’s a show of his despair over upsetting you. This specific action becomes rarer over time.

- [ ] Once he discovers how much you REALLY like the damn thing he pretty much as it anchored to you all the time.

- [ ] When he needs two hands he makes sure his tail is settled into your hand wrapped or around some part of you.

- [ ] When you realize just how sensitive the appendage is its game on. You have ammo now to tease him back, purposely brushing your fingers through the fur on it or maybe teasingly bringing it up to your lips for a little kiss.

- [ ] Watching his fur puff up at your little actions is endlessly amusing.

- [ ] Until he turns the tables on you.

- [ ] Be prepared for his tail to swipe at you with very specific intentions. It will caress your ass or you might find it slithering between your legs for a moment to tease you over your clothes before he prances off with a smirk.

- [ ] Would he swipe his tail through your juices so he can smell it again later like a perv? Yes.

- [ ] He’s going to use that strong as hell tail to make sure your body is exactly where he wants it or he will wrap it around your waist and hold you steady as you move on top of him, his hands free to do as they please.

- [ ] Don’t tempt him because he might even try having sex with you upside down hanging from a tree by just his tail.

- [ ] Cuddling? Yeah his tail is involved 24/7, I hope you enjoy your new clingy best friend.

[iinthehexcore]

random steb HCs

summary: A braindump of random things about Steb!

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a/n: this truly is just... a bit of everything, HAHAH! not coherent and a bit all over the place, my bad! i also put some steb x librarian headcanons at the end for those who have read that! might be adding more things later on :)

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Despite being an Enforcer, I don't think he is a very violent man. If he has to, he can be (like we saw in S2E9, for example) but that is only when the situation calls for it. Still, he would not be reckless I don't think.

Something tells me that he played an instrument as a kid - maybe piano - which he never tells anyone about. The only way to find out is to see him actually playing it.

Is a pretty decent cook! Despite working long hours, he still tries to eat mainly homemade meals. Has gotten into meal prepping to make things easier for himself.

Might be quiet, but is still confident in his skills. A lot of new Enforcers whisper about him and try to figure him out, sometimes even thinking he is just too scared to speak, but when they see him in the training room, they quickly change their mind.

Despite being very silent himself, he actually doesn't mind being around people who talk a lot, as long as they don't poke fun at him for not talking back. He's used to Maddie not ever being quiet, but she never laughed at him or anything like that.

About Maddie, I think he kind of blamed himself in a way about her betraying everyone? He had trained with her for a while and he did consider her as a friend, but in the heat of the battle, he wasn't quite able to process the actual death and betrayal. Though feeling deeply hurt by her actions, I do think that he mourned the idea of her/the friend he lost, though he would not excuse her from her mistakes.

His apartment is probably super comfortable and cozy. I'm imagining a lot of dark wood, maybe some leather, a candle here and there, lots of books, and warm lights. Probably an apartment that's higher up in a building so he can look out over Piltover.

Steb's 'free time' clothes are not extremely different from what his Enforcer uniform looks like. Probably wears button-ups with a sweater on top, some nice pants, and leather shoes.

Maybe wears glasses (saw this in a fanart and I've been sold ever since)

ROMANTIC!

He takes time to warm up to his partner, but once he does, he is basically an open book.

GREAT at communication. If something bothers him, if he feels a bit down, anything that could potentially start miscommunication - he will tell you immediately. In turn, he is also always open for you to talk about anything you want with him.

Loves to leave little surprises for you for when you wake up. He is definitely a morning person, starting most days with a workout. I think he would do things like setting up the table for breakfast, leaving sweet notes on your bedside table, cleaning up stuff that you didn't get the chance to clean the night before. Then when he comes home from working out he has flowers or a sweet treat in his hands, kissing your cheek before walking to the shower.

Let's you wear his shirts/clothes.

Not the biggest fan of PDA, but he does always stay close to you and/or hold your hand.

LIBRARIAN READER AND STEB!

The first time he went to the library, he actually didn't want to go there. Not because of you or because of the library - he was just super tired and thought that everyone would be able to just go there themselves. The next week, Maddie offered to go as she knew Steb was annoyed from the week before, but she was surprised when he said no.

He probably kept most, if not all, of the written receipts that you had given back to him from every single time he came to bring back books.

Noticed immediately when you got a new pen and thought it was sweet.

Very observant, so he could tell what your favorite cafe/order was just from empty packages that were in the trashcan next to your desk. When he went to get it for you as a surprise/gift for finishing your essays, he had not expected you to be there, and then he had to deal with thousands of questions from Maddie.

Cait knew something was up with him, but she never fully found out what it was until the drink and when he had written her a message, asking if he 'and a guest' could be authorized to enter the Piltover Council building. She had her suspicions from when he asked her to let the library close early, though.

I think that Steb was actually very nervous to show you the Council building. He knew you would love it - as you told him many times before - but he wasn't sure if it would be like you imagined. Spent a lot of time trying to pick out which clothes to wear and even more time on figuring out the best strategy to get you up there without raising suspicion.

Afterwards thought that guiding you while you had your eyes closed was maybe not the best way of doing so, but was glad you still enjoyed it.

Steb actually did go home with you at the end of chapter 2. You made tea, talked, and then both fell asleep on the couch. You woke up with a sore neck (from leaning against the man for the entire night), but that wasn't anything Steb couldn't help with. Told you to lay on the couch, covered you with a thick blanket, made you tea, and read a book next to you.

[shadowmaat]

Shatterpoint Shuffle

I decided to have a bit of fun with @bitter-chocolate-stars's cracky idea about time traveling clones and tiny Obi-Wan, as aided and abetted by @krazykupidspoems.

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Padawan Mace Windu entered the Kybuck Clan crèche. scanning the tiny initiates currently engaged in free play. He stopped dead in his tracks as he caught sight of one initiate, who was offering their sippy cup to the air.

His Master bumped into him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Is something wrong, Padawan?" Master Myr asked.

Mace pressed his back against her, wanting to get out of the room.

"That initiate," he said, swallowing a wave of nausea. "They... The shatterpoints. They're made of shatterpoints!"

The initiate in question was talking to an imaginary friend, oblivious to Mace's discomfort. They pulsed in the Force, surrounded by fracture lines and shards of barely-glimpsed potential. Shifting, twisting, changing; Mace pressed his thumb into the base of his wrist, trying to suppress the dizziness.

"Is that so?" Master Myr leaned over his shoulder, looking at the initiate. "How interesting."

The initiate's head whipped around, locking eyes with Mace, who tried once again to back away. They scrambled to their feet and ran over, beaming up at him.

"Gen'ral Windu! Ponds says he misses you!" They held their arms out. "Up!"

For a heartbeat one of the shards grew bigger, giving Mace the impression of... eyes, maybe. Or blood.

"Ponds?" He echoed, stooping to pick them up. He didn't want this walking nest of shatterpoints anywhere near him, but some imperatives were too big to override.

"General," his Master murmured behind him.

"Uh huh!" The initiate flopped against his chest, thumb inserted in their mouth, talking around it. "He says s'not your fault, it was that b-" They broke off, glancing aside. "Huh? A bad word? Oh, okay! It was the bad lady's fault."

Guileless grey-blue eyes stared up at him. A flicker, and they were older and filled with grief. Another flicker and they were younger, dancing with humor. Another flicker.

Mace blinked to clear it away, swallowing his queasiness.

"Thank you for telling me, initiate," he said, trying to sound sincere.

"You seem very knowledgeable, little one," Master Myr said. "Do you know my Padawan well?"

"Uh huh!" They paused mid-nod, glancing aside. "Uh uh!" They shook their head. "I will someday? That's what Cody says!"

"And who is Cody?"

He could feel Cyslin rubbing small circles against his back, but while he tried to take comfort from it he still felt as if he was cuddling a bomb.

"He's- oh right! I need to int'duce myself!" Removing their thumb from their mouth, they held their hand out over Mace's shoulder. "I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi! And some day I'm gonna be a Master!"

The named echoed in the Force, a susurration.

The crèchemaster saved him at that point, coming over to whisk Obi-Wan away for a nap.

"I hope Obi-Wan didn't trouble you too much," Master Tlah said, once everyone had been settled. "He has a very active imagination, even for a human toddler."

"That's quite alright, isn't it, Mace?" Cyslin elbowed him.

Mace bowed. "Yes, of course. It was fine, Master Tlah," he lied.

The two Masters chatted for a bit before he and Cyslin finally left the crèche.

"So," she said, in a tone Mace had come to dread. "Young Obi-Wan seems very interesting."

"That's one way of putting it," he muttered.

"Perhaps this is the Force's way of giving you a hint."

He side-eyed her, wariness prickling between his shoulders. She caught the look, grinning as she ruffled his braids.

"My poor, suspicious Padawan," she teased. "All I'm saying is that if he's still 'made of shatterpoints' by the time he comes of age, he might benefit from having a Master who understands what that means."

He turned to stare at her in open-mouthed horror, making her laugh.

"Absolutely not," he said. "I'm still a Padawan! I'll probably still be a Padawan by then!"

"We'll see, my little General, we'll see."

She continued down the hall, leaving Mace to wallow in a sense of impending doom. A flicker of possibility off to one side, carrying the suggestion of laughter.

"Absolutely not," he repeated, hoping the Force believed him.

[mr-meero]

Sunshine on Syril

(and how Dedra's apartment might have saved him)

As a lover of interiors and how we exist within them... I would like to muse a bit on Syril's Spaces™️

Kyle Soller—the actor, storyteller and man you are. lor ham mercy

In Season 1, we see Syril only gets to enjoy 7 seconds of what a new day brings him. 7 seconds of sunshine on his face. And as a reminder, he grew up with this. Sunshine in visual media so often represents "goodness", "peace", and "purity". I can see how this imagery would lead people to believe Syril would have a rebellion-level redemption. And maybe that was an option for his character at some point. I like to believe that between him and Dedra, he had enough good in him for the both of them. But that might be a post for another time.

The rest of his days in this apartment are illuminated using indirect natural light or yellow artificial light

The shelters we occupy play a large role in our overall satisfaction with life and circumstance. No matter what stage you're in.

You can see in him experience some peace when the sun hits his face. And when it fades it's like he's catching a small sob in his throat from coming out. Syril has always, always, wanted better.

...and to come back to this at your lowest low must be painful.

Cue Dedra!

Or rather, her apartment

Dedra's apartment is minimal, sterile, and orderly. But more importantly, it is light, bright, and BATHED in sunlight through massive panoramic windows. Windows that curve around half the apartment to ensure sunshine is pouring in all hours that it is out.

A stark contrast to Syril's mother's apartment a lonnnnng elevator ride down.

Can you begin to imagine what that does for someone who has gone the worst parts of their life without it? If Dedra's backstory is true, it's likely she didn't enjoy the benefits of windows such as these in an oppressive Imperial kinder-block either.

A Love Illuminated

Syril and Dedra's features are fully lit during a beautiful day in Coruscant, in the home they share together.

Without the need to turn on a light, Dedra can observe her partner's face and see his anxiety painted across it. In return, Syril can appreciate her features go from soft, to lovingly stern, and both can get to work.

In nearly every shot that Syril is in this apartment during this sequence, except for the crash out on the bed during dinner (great visual choice there), sunshine is resting on him. It is on his face, his shoulders, his chest, his hands... It doesn't leave him.

Syril may have found a perfect match in Dedra, but he truly lucked out with her apartment as well. The way he moves around the space with confidence tells me everything I need to know: he belonged there. He could begin to heal there.

Fanfic Potential

My headcanon is that the first time he was allowed to enter her personal space, he saw it during the day. He walked in through the door and felt joy upon seeing the natural light. He knew then and there for certain he cannot mess things up with her.

What else does Dedra's apartment tell us?

Color is having a major moment in interiors lately. People are flooding rooms and trim and even ceilings with fun colors and patterns, and I am loving it.

Dedra's apartment though is devoid of color and clutter to an extreme amount, but to me, it feels like her. This is actually something we would have been right to expect, which is why it fits so well. Her space does not feel unwelcoming or lonely. It is a well curated space with what tabletop and shelf decorations she has, and easy to care for plants. She's an overworked professional in a high-stress job. Her home provides a sense of calm and serenity with the use of soft textures, rounded corners, and a functional layout. Truly, what a beautiful space to share with someone.

[justnatoka]

Strawberry lip balm

Marko x Fem! Reader

A/n: Inspired by this headcanon by @slowlyoats. I found this prompt not long after reading their work and I started screaming! It was too perfect, I just had to write something for it!

Word count: 1.2k

Prompt: “Is that a new lip balm?”

Summary: Your lips are looking particularly soft this evening🤭

Marko was many things, but boring was definitely not one of them. Ever since you started you relationship many-many years ago, there has been not one dull moment you spent with him. The two of you always found something to spice things up, the little game you were currently playing being one of them. It was quite simple. Either one of you would pretend to be single and ready to mingle, eyeing up a potential victim who seems interested. It usually didn’t take much time to warm them up, both you and Marko being attractive as hell, and knowing how to use it to your advantage too. Just as it looked like you were taking the party elsewhere, the other one of you would swoop in, all gentle touches, suggestive hand placements and kisses on necks and cheeks.

You love seeing the surprise on their faces, how they quickly go from flirty and hopeful to confused and embarrassed. It gives you a rush. You also very much enjoy the lingering glances they still give you, wishing that they could be the ones feeling you up instead of your partner. You wondered before if you might be slightly voyeuristic in a sense, both you and Marko relishing the attention you get from people around you when you go heavy on the PDA. Sometimes, if your potential victim is not put off by it, you invite the poor soul for some fun time, only to devour them together.

It was your turn to be the bait. You made sure to look extra nice, dressing just a little bit suggestive and even sprinkling some perfume on yourself from the cheap, but nice smelling little bottle you snatched from one of your previous victims. You kissed Marko goodbye, then watched him disappear into the crown with the boys. But you knew he didn’t go far, you could feel his presence nearby through the unspoken connection your pack had, his gaze pleasantly prickling your skin as he watched your every move.

He liked to keep an eye on you when you played bait. He knew very well how some guys can get when they see an attractive woman, and even though he was well aware that you could take care of yourself – you didn’t hesitate to bite someone if they went too far –, he still liked to feel like he was guarding you. You sometimes jokingly called him your guard dog, and he never tried to deny it.

So here you were, making your way towards the stage, where you stopped just at the edge of the crowd, casually leaning on the railing to survey the people jumping around below. The band was pretty good, and you were bobbing your head, swaying your hips gently. You looked enticing, and you knew it. As you got more into it, you started rocking from side to side, running your hands through your hair. You were putting on a show, for your boyfriend’s watching eyes, but also for the people around you.

As you turned slightly to your left, you noticed a brunette guy. He was standing not too far from you, also at the edge of the crowd. His eyes kept continuously coming back to you, his gaze running over your curves, taking in your swaying moves. He was a tourist for sure. You’ve learned to easily pick them out of the crowd. It was a safer option then going after locals.

You sent him a seductive smile, and his stance instantly shifted. He looked a bit timid, but he smiled back. You had him right where you wanted him. Just as it looked like he will come to you, two arms sneaked around your waist from behind.

You didn’t have to turn around to know it was Marko. After decades spent together, you were very familiar with his touch. A pleasant chill run down your spine as you felt his breathe on your neck.

“Did you get impatient, handsome?” you turned around in his loose embrace to look him in the eye, resting your arms on his shoulders.

“I did. I mean, how could I keep my hands to myself when you’re looking like that?” You felt like he could eat you up right there as his gaze looked you up and down. Knowing him, you probably weren’t far from the truth.

You sent a sideway glance towards your prospective victim to make sure he was still there. He was. A satisfied smirk spread on your lips, and you sent him a cheeky wink. He was clearly less sure of himself than before, but was still willing to stay and see where this was going. It seemed like you had an easy dinner for the night.

When you turned back to your boyfriend, you noticed a change in his expression. He was staring at you through hooded eyes, his pupils all blown out, basically drowning out the color around them, making them enticingly darker. It was a look you knew well, your body reacting instantly, and as cliché as it sounds, the outside world seemed to slow around you.

Marko couldn’t help but stare at how plush your lips looked this evening, so perfectly kissable. He wasn’t sure what was different about them, but he wanted nothing more than to capture them between his, steal your breath away and devour you. He almost groaned when you playfully bit into your lower lip before your mouth started moving. It took his brain a second to register that you were talking to him.

“He’s still watching us.”

To be honest, he completely forgot about your little game by now, too focused on how delicious you looked tonight. A mischievous smirk brightened his face, transforming his features to practically devious.

“Let’s give him a show,” he breathed, before pulling you into him.

You sank into each other with ease, your lips moving in perfect sync together, tasting one another with fervor, hands tangling into hair and roaming over bodies with dangerous suggestivity. Marko was satisfied to discover that your lips did indeed feel just as soft as they looked, with an added sweetness that made you even more enticing.

“Is that a new lip balm?” he broke away panting.

“Yes, it’s strawberry,” you sighed, your lips already in search of his again.

“I love strawberry,” he groaned and pulled you back in for another kiss.

He gently nipped at your lower lip, and you granted him access, his tongue entering your mouth without hesitation. It was sloppy and hungry and hot and addicting. When his hands travelled south from your hips and took two handfuls of your ass, causing you to moan loud enough for heads to start turning, you finally decided to break away.

It was at that time, while trying to get your composure back together that you remembered why you were there in the first place. Head whipping around, the guy from before was nowhere to be seen. You got so tangled up with each other, your little game forgotten, that you didn’t even notice when he took off.

You looked at Marko with a huff.

“You scared him off.”

The shit-eating grin on his face was all the answer you needed.

“Good. Tonight I want to keep you all to myself.”

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[summercourtship]

Could I request an nsfw alphabet for ghostface?

of course!!!!! i miss writing ghostface lol he's such a weirdo. some answers I gave answers for both the real world and Entity's realm bc I think it's fun to think about both. It's implied that you knew and were involved with Danny before you were brought into the Entity's realm.

NSFW Alphabet: Danny Johnson/Ghostface (Dead by Daylight) (18+)

warnings: very unhealthy relationships, mentions/implications of dubious consent, typical horror content, danny is a weirdo and also not nice

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Listen. He's not doing shit for you. If you want someone who actually cares about your wellbeing, a serial killer is not it. Maybe he'll give you a cigarette. If you fall asleep after, he might leave you something on your kitchen table for when you wake up.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: His hands. They are what enable him to do his work-- both in a reporting sense and in a killing sense. I see Danny as being a very tactile person-- he enjoys touching and feeling what he's doing. And that includes you. Yours: He is an ass man and you cannot change my mind.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

At first, before he trusts that you won't turn him in, I think he would use a condom. He's not risking leaving that DNA evidence behind. But once it seems like you're trustworthy, he'll stop. Then he goes kinda overboard-- he wants to mark you all over, be it your ass, tits, or face. (In the Entity's realm, he could be convinced to finish inside just so you don't have to worry about getting his come everywhere (ew) but also he's just as likely to not listen).

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If you get him at the exact right moment, you could get him to be more submissive. But it would definitely be an exception rather than a rule in your relationship.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I can see him having more one-night stands than actual relationships. He definitely knows what he's doing, but he rarely finds himself seeing the same person more than a few times. But you... you're something different. He's not quite sure why, but he wants to keep you around for as long as possible, his attraction to you bordering on obsession.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He enjoys taking you from behind but has a certain affinity to taking you prone. Feeling you helpless beneath him is its own motivator for him, especially if you struggle a bit.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

If he's laughing, it's entirely at your expense. He is light-hearted, but in a way that puts you as the butt of the joke.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

OK so I generally am pro-bush for all characters I write for but for him specifically, I can see him shaving his body hair just to lessen the amount of potential DNA evidence he's leaving. Unlike with the condoms, this wouldn't change because he will still be killing other people and doesn't want to risk leaving any evidence behind.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is not and will never be a "romantic." The only time he would ever be remotely romantic would be if he was trying to maintain the ruse that he is Jed Olsen, a normal guy, and not actually Ghostface. But once you know his secret, he won't play around with tender words or affectionate touches. No, then you get to see him as he truly is and he won't hold back. You should just pray that you're as into it as he is (you are, even if you never tell him in those words).

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he first started stalking you, he definitely touched himself while he was watching you. If he caught you masturbating? You can bet he pulled out his camera to take pictures and used said pictures as masturbation material for longer than he'd like to admit.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Predator/Prey, like, come on! This only got worse when you were brought into the Entity's realm-- now, he can really lean into the thrill of chasing you down and taking you on the ground, watching as your hands grapple for purchase on the ground and only manage to get dirt under your fingernails. He can be as violent as he wants because you'll just wake back up at the campfire, free of cuts and bruises and ready for him to take you again.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The floor/ground. It directly correlates to the aforementioned predator/prey kink, when he sees you he just has this primal need to push you onto the ground and take you then and there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

To name a few: voyeurism (both with you being oblivious and with you knowing what he's doing); the thought of killing you (but not actually, see the next letter); the knowledge that despite everything he does to you, you like it (though he would be in denial if you didn't, so good luck)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He'll threaten it (because the idea of it turns him on), but he won't actually kill you. Mainly because he knows that once he does it, he won't be able to get you back. But once you appeared in the Entity's realm? Those concerns are thrown right out the window! Now he can kill you whenever he wants and, better yet, do it again the next day.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

If he's wearing his mask, he's not going to bother with giving oral. When he does give, he's not too concerned with actually making you feel good but sees it as the precursor to intercourse. When he is on the receiving end, he also does not particularly care about your comfort. He'll fuck your face and only stop if it seems like you're going to throw up, he'll hold your head so he controls the speed, generally shitty behavior.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Danny views sex as a power play, and the way he fucks you makes this clear. It's rough, a punishing pace that feels almost like he is using you as a means to get off.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

A large majority of what the two of you do could be considered a quickie. It's a lot more likely that he visits, fucks you, and leaves than him staying around and spending the night after. But if he is taking his time with you, it will be an all night affair.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes! Although, again, it's on his terms and he doesn't really care if you don't seem to enthusiastic about the idea.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If he comes to you before killing, it'll be one average length round (maybe a little on the short side, if he's willing to get on with killing/too excited by the prospect). If he comes to you after killing, he'll be going all night, it really gets his blood pumping.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No. Unless his knife counts. Or rope. Or duct tape.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He definitely likes to build up to it, though it may not be stereotypical teasing. He is a master at creating a suspenseful atmosphere when he wants to. He will semi-regularly role-play like you're in a horror movie, which definitely helps build up arousal. If he's just visiting for a quickie, it won't be that in depth, but he does love playing with his food. In the Entity's realm, expect him to spend the entire trial he has with you gradually building up to the moment when he catches you and has his way with you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Expect lots of grunts and growls and moans. And dirty talk, especially if he finds out that his voice modulator really gets you excited. Despite everything else about his demeanor when you're having sex, he does want you to know that he's enjoying himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is a very jealous lover. Don't even think about flirting with anyone else if you don't want to find polaroid pictures of their corpses around your home. The sex when he's jealous is particularly punishing, like he thinks you need to be reminded who you belong to. (You never forgot).

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Slightly above average length, average girth.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, especially after a kill.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He does not-- I imagine he often has to actually go find someone to kill since he's holding back from killing you, if he wasn't already on his way to do so. But you might wake up to fresh coffee and a somewhat nice but definitely creepy note on your kitchen table. In the Entity's realm, he also cannot fall asleep after because he either has to hunt down the rest of your team or figure out what he wants to do with you. Half of the time, he lets you go. The other half... well, at least you don't die permanently.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

So I 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your casual arrangement turns a bit too serious.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The extra money makes the after-hours work a little less sluggish. It will be worth it when you get the deposit. Even so, you’re only human and the needling between your brow pangs deeper and deeper. 

You can’t help but mourn your free time. You haven’t been to the gym in more than a week and most nights you fall asleep without dinner. It’s a stepping stone. Once you have a handle on things, it won’t be as bad. 

You yawn and lean your head in your hands. You glance up through the transparent walls of your office. Those in the shared space are long gone. There might be a few other execs like yourself left but otherwise, it’s desolate. It’d be peaceful if traffic wasn’t rushing and honking below. 

You rub your nose and sit up. As you do, your door swings open, jarring you so your chair squeaks shrilly. You blather out nonsense as Bucky strides in. His hair is sweaty and slightly askew and his metal arm is on full show as the left sleeve of his jacket has been removed to accommodate it. You haven’t seen him often in anything other than his faded tees and jeans. 

“Oh, hey, uh...” you blink and fix the tilt of your seat. “What are you, em, doing here?” 

He snickers and strolls around your office. He stops at the shelf mounted on the wall and toys with the little golden rose in a crystal vase. It’s one of the few pieces of decor you’ve moved in. 

“I was in the neighbourhood,” he plucks out the stem and admires it. “Working late? Again?” 

“You too.” You sit back to watch him. You cross one leg over the other and angle your head coyly. 

A ripple washes over you at the memory of your last time together. He was so rough and demanding. He’d kept you up all night, and in the morning, you as good as pushed him out your door. Something’s changed. Something you don’t quite like. 

“Oh, don’t play casual with me. I can hear your heartbeat jumping just like you wanna jump out of your panties,” he scoffs. 

You roll your eyes, “How many time do I have to--” 

“You say it but what woman doesn’t want a man who knows exactly what she’s thinking?” He interjects. 

“Like you do.” You shake your head and fold your arms. 

“Ah, come on, it’s been a while.” 

“I know. I’ve been busy. Working.” You pull your arms apart and roll closer to your desk. 

“I just got off myself so why don’t we get off together,” he twirls the rose as he nears. “Pull that skirt up, gimme a peek.” 

“Right. I really don’t have time. Sorry.” You look back to the screen as he stands just on the other side of the desk. Sweat beads in your scalp as he lurks there. He drops the artificial flower on the wood and huffs. 

“Strange. You’re too busy for me. Suddenly. Weren’t too busy a couple weeks ago. I seem to remember some begging,” he laughs. 

“Would you quit?” You sniff and look up at him, folding your hands atop each other. “This isn’t a game for me. I can’t fuck this up. Look, we had fun. It’s been fun but I don’t think I can do this anymore. It’s... too much.” 

He’s quiet. He slowly leans down and plants his fingertips on the desk. He stares you down and you look up at him cautiously. A divet forms between his brows. 

“You can’t break up with me. We’re just fucking, so save the it’s not yous, it’s mes,” he hisses. 

“Exactly. We’re not breaking up, Bucky, because this was only ever sex, so please, just go. Find someone who give you what you want. Once you figure that out.” 

His cheeks tauten and his jaw squares. “Don’t flatter yourself.” 

“I’m not trying to hurt you--” 

“Hurt? Like you said.” He pushes himself away and the desk lurches. “It isn’t a relationship. Just a dirty, nasty hook-up.” He paces around your office. “The way I had you on your knees. Fuck, the way you wagged your ass for me. Good times.” He stops and claps his hands as he faces you again. “One last hurrah, how about it?” 

You sigh. You shift uneasily and grunt as you try to put your desk straight. It’s just another reminder of how he can do more. 

“I don’t think so.” You look up at him. “You need to go.” 

“Really? I came all the way here.” 

“I didn’t ask you to--” 

“I know you didn’t fucking ask but you were desperate for me every other time, weren’t you? Don’t act like you never wanted me.” He charges forward and you press yourself against your chair. You gulp and bat your lashes. He stops short and snorts. “Relax. What am I gonna do, huh? What did I ever do but exactly what you begged me to do?” 

He throws his hands up and shoves the air. 

“Enjoy your fucking soul-sucking job.” He twists on his heel and marches to the door. He lingers in the frame as he turns his head, his profile shadowy in the dim light of the outer offices. “See how far it gets you.” 

He storms out, leaving you stunned. You rehearsed it over and over. What you would say, how you would say it. You saw him laughing it off. You saw him shrugging and sighing. That was more than you could predict.  

It was him who insisted it was nothing from day one. You agreed because that was easy. Now it feels a lot more complicated. Or rather, did. 

[the-pigeon-queen]

Unhinged Primo anon here lol, take your time with the thoughts, I can understand there are many. But as a follow-up, what are your thoughts on PrimoChain? I've seen the ship floating around some posts and I gotta admit I love it since Chain is the only ghoul exclusive to Primo's era + chains are badass, very fitting for Opus Eponymous vibes + a lot of Primo's songs feature heavy bass, meaning it could potentially be his favourite instrument. Do you have a design for him?

I don't think I've ever seen anything about the ship :0! And I'll be honest - before this ask, I'd never really thought about Chain :']

So I thought about them and now I have some thoughts

Again, all personal headcannons, of course.

I don't think Primo does relationships, at least, not in the traditional sense, anyway. He has an aversion to the idea of romance. His father set a horrible example of it, tainting his view of romantic love from an early age. His distaste for the general population doesn't help either, as he believes that most people are vain, shallow creatures. So, he doesn't see a point in romance.

And he wasn't kidding in that one interview; he doesn't like foreplay, he doesn't like intimacy, he just doesn't like being touched. He's definitely on the ace spectrum. He's not entirely repulsed - as he said, he's not against gratification, and he's definitely not against self gratification - but he'd wouldn't actively seek it from another person.

So, Primo has convinced himself not to bother with romantic relationships.

And then there are his beliefs about Ghouls.

He sees Ghouls as tools, not people. Ghouls, like demons, are under contract, summoned for a purpose, to follow commands. They only obey because of their contracts. He doesn't trust them. Doesn't believe them capable of anything genuine.

He doesn't approve of Terzo's relationship with Omega, and he doesn't approve of Copia's closeness with his Ghouls. The old man is prejudiced against Hell creatures.

All of that to say that it's fun to ship him with a Ghoul lol Someone give me a Primo/Chain (or other Ghoul idk) slow burn enemies to lovers rn

Now Chain :3

All of the Ghouls Primo summoned were a lot more monstrous than the Ghouls Terzo and Copia would come to summon, later. Chain is eldritch.

Chain can't speak - his semi-human form just wasn't made for it. He can squeak, and click, and chitter through his long, thin, needle-like teeth, but he can't form human words. And he doesn't have legs. He has tentacles that he can glide around on. Somehow.

He is truly a creature from the abyss, all tentacles and bioluminescence. His favorite activity is floating at the bottom of the Ministry's lake, where everything is silent, dark, and weightless.

Chain is a nervous creature, especially when he was first summoned. He'd get so nervous around Primo that his tentacles would tie themselves into knots, worrying over themselves. After one too many painful, begrudging untanglings, Primo found him some chains that his tentacles could play with, hopefully getting them to ignore each other.

And that's what started feelings for Chain. Suddenly Primo had a silent observer, following him around the garden, attending his masses, and sharing the library. And Primo doesn't know what to make of him - first he was annoyed, then he was suspicious, and then he came to expect the strange, silent presence. Then he started to enjoy the company.

That's all I got for them lol Chain is a bit of a freak and so is Primo. They might not match each other's freak, but they complement each other's freak.

Again, someone get me a slow burn Primo/Chain fic pls

Here are some additional Chain sketches :]

[witherby]

Catwoman😍

Catwoman x reader?🧐

💡 ☝️

Female!Sidekick!reader 🤩 (or could be any gender I don't mind)

Anyway imagine Catwoman with a sidekick reader that's just absolutely devoted to her and loves anytime that she gives em attention. Like you want this done? You got it ma'am! 🫡 You want this guy taken care of? Already done!

And like she loves em back n stuff, could also almost be like morticia and Gomez type of dynamic

Idk just brain worms eating at this poor brain

-🔮

Ohh this. This is very nice.

'Cause to Selina it's a means to an end at first, right? She's a very skilled, sensual cat burglar who's really good at drawing you in, but she prefers to work alone so that nothing and no one slows her down. You're so much fun to play with, but not worth keeping around.

So you gotta make yourself worth keeping around.

"Miss Cat? Your whip was looking a little rough so I reinforced the weakest points and polished the handle for you."

"Aren't you just a doll," she'd purr, stroking your cheek. And like metal to a magnet, you lean into it with the biggest, sweetest smile. "My oh my, what would I do without you?"

It starts off teasingly at first, bordering on condescension, on account of that being her whole schtick, but then you help her study building schematics, and offer to run interference on the Bat, and shower her in compliments and genuine praise without seeking anything in return. Even Bruce would flirt with her knowing he could probably get some out of it, whenever they both needed to scratch that itch. That was how their dynamic worked and it suited them just fine.

But you don't care if she praises you back. You don't care if she gives you a hug or a kiss or a little more. You want her to know that you earnestly admire and adore her, and that's the start and end of it. Which is new. Strange. Unusual.

So things shift a little. Barely noticeable at first. She tests the waters by asking you to fix a tear in her suit or find the blueprints of a safe for her, instead of simply ordering you to do your job as her sidekick. Your responses don't change but your smile does get sweeter, and, oh, isn't that just a shot of catnip up her spine. You have such a pretty smile.

I don't think you'd be an action-oriented sidekick. Selina really does do her best work when someone isn't hanging off her back the whole time. You're likely a voice in her ear, talking her through the best routes to take and informing her of potential dangers. Instead of carrying the extra burden of memorizing the entire layout of the building and over-packing what she might need in the event of X Y or Z like usual (thanks for that contagious little bit of paranoia, Batman), she trusts your judgement, trusts your intel, trusts that you're capable of navigating her out of a tight spot.

"I won't let you down!" You promise, blinking up at her with your big, doe eyes and smiling at her with your soft, plush lips, and, goodness it feels hot in here. Have you always been so pretty? Has your voice always been so melodic? Has your presence always made her feel so — oh shit she's in love with you.