#let's go back to creating things on your own

[yan-randomfandom]

I've been reading the fanart. You have a natural talent for creating a more distinctive personality for the Saja Boys from the bits and pieces they gave us in the movie!

Ever since that fanart where the Saja sneaked into the reader's room, I couldn't stop imagining what they would be like sleeping alone with her, as if every day of the week except the weekends they will take turns sleeping with the reader or something like that.

And again, I love your writing. I hope you like the idea. Have a nice day!!!

Saja Boys x GN!Reader

a/n; anon thank you so much heheh!!! this one isn't too accurate to your idea, but i love it and i hope it's still okay!

summary; physical touch with the boys and why they wanna go to your bedroom :))) (touch starved. written separately but they all live in the same housing)

warnings; stalking (watching you sleep), body curious, touching w no permission, nothing sexual tho!

— 🍃 [Monday]

Here's the thing, guys. The boys don't actually need sleep. They're demons. Sleep isn't something their bodies need—instead it's something they want. They are still aware and can feel through touch, which is exactly why they'd prefer to sleep with you.

You're warm, so alive, and they don't know it yet.

Surprisingly enough, Jinu is the first one to knock on your door.

"Jinu?" you drawl, voice laced with sleep. He stands awkwardly by the doorway, patiently waiting for you to process what's happening. Glancing idly at your sleepwear and dimlit room.

You yawn, widening the door. "What's up? Need something?" You pause, raising a lazy accusing finger. "Wait. You're not here to suck my blood, are you—?!"

"What? No!" Jinu gasps, almost offended. You sigh out of relief anyway.

"...We're not interested in physical bodies. Anyway, uh, sorry for waking you up. I just need to see how our socials are going," he explains as he steps into your room. "You can power your computer and go back to sleep."

As soon as you heard the word 'social', you were already turning it on. "'kay, buddy. You sure you don't need help, though? I know I taught you a bit but I understand it can get confusing—"

"No, no," Jinu huffs, denial flooding his form. "I can do it."

"You remember how to turn it off?"

"Yes. Don't worry."

Then you fall asleep next to him, your body slightly pressing against his. His eyes slowly drift away from the glow of the computer screen to your sleeping form. He stares for a moment.

Soft, warm. It reminds him of the past on how he couldn't sleep with his own fam—

Jinu pulls the computer plug off and teleports away.

—💐 [Tuesday]

Baby made you piggyback him. A lot. It was sort of your fault.

You saw the Saja Boys taking turns carrying him—it was a pretty funny ordeal. Then you jokingly offered to piggyback him to see what the hype was about.

He accepted it all too eagerly. As soon as his full weight falls on you, you're genuinely surprised at how light he is. It's probably equivalent to a box full of volleyballs.

"You're lighter than I thought," you say, adjusting your arms behind his legs.

Baby suddenly lets his head rest on yours. "Why are you so..." Warm. He buries himself into your shoulder, his arms tightening around you.

"Why am I so what?" you ask, turning your head, only achieving to tickle him more.

He doesn't let you go for the rest of the day.

And by extension, night.

You tried to complain at first. "Didn't we agree to—"

"Just this once, please?"

You folded.

He snuggles all comfortable within your arms, acting as the little spoon, greedily content in your warmth and breathing.

But then you wake up with his mouth on your skin. He wasn't biting, sucking, or anything. It was just.... there.

Still, though, you assumed the worst.

"I thought you said demons don't suck blood, Jinu!?!"

"We don't!!?!"

—🪷 [Wednesday]

Abby wanted you to touch his abs for some mysterious reason. Yapping about how "no one else will have this chance," or "you might not live long enough to feel it!" and "I actually haven't let anyone touch my artificial abs yet" — it was really weird, but you shrugged it off and agreed anyway.

Like hell yeah. Sure, why not?

So he unbuttons his shirt, all giddy, and watches as you reach for his skin.

You make contact with his abs. Caressing it gently, it feels normal in texture — but you suppose it's a little too cold. The fact didn't totally sound weird at the time.

Looking up, you flinch at Abby's expression. You thought he'd be smiling, like he was the whole time, but he looks so serious that it's actually concerning. He's not looking at you; his eyes were down and fixated on your hand.

You notice, pulling your hand away from him, and snapping your fingers. "You okay?"

He blinks. "Uh."

Later that night, Abby welcomes himself into your room.

He stares at you from the corner. From the center. From the edge of your bedframe. On your bed.

Sometimes, he'd gently let his hands roam over your exposed skin. Mostly your warm hands. And your warm face.

You wake up to find his face in front of you.

Screaming, you unintentionally kick him in the abs.

"Ow, my perfectly crafted abs!"

— 🪻 [Thursday]

Mystery almost lost it when you pat his head.

You did it voluntarily. It's a nice, comforting feeling as you pat his shoulder, his arm, and his cheek. He utterly melts under your casual touches without a single word.

He loves it. You leave him demanding for more. So, Mystery decides to linger around you like a guard dog. Who hopes to be spoiled, who wishes to be held.

But, then, night comes.

"You're not exactly allowed in my room," you say, only to pause when he straight up whimpers.

... You folded. With a sigh, you step away from the door and give him space to walk in.

He happily skips into your room, flopping face-first on your bed. You stare at him for a moment, thinking about how despite them not being human — they really love to rest.

You lie down, feeling Mystery move around under your blanket, closing your eyes when he finds himself comfortable against your chest.

Your chest rising and falling with every breath—Mystery simply can't help but feel envious.

— 🌺 [Friday]

Romance is confused.

There's a buzz between his band members — apparently, they visited your bedroom? Didn't they agree to avoid that specific place in this house?

He doesn't realize he's been staring blankly at nowhere. Reality hits him hard when something gentle touches his hair.

"Might wanna style your hair again, Rome," you chuckle, brushing his hair with your fingers. He shivers when your skin grazes his forehead. "You got the bed head. Though I guess you just snap your fingers and it'd be all okay."

You leave right after that, but Romance keeps staring at the last place he saw your figure, his fingers fidgeting with the hair you just touched.

Okay. He gets it now.

Next day, you woke up with him hovering over your head.

You suddenly grab his shoulders, push him back against your bed, breathing heavy from the shock. The bed sinks under both your weight.

Romance stares immensely up at you.

"You guys," you breath, "will be the death of me."

He smirks. "I can only imagine."

— krazy

[andraxicated]

yacht sex with sylus purrrr

tags: nsfw | p in v | fingering | dirty talk | every filthy shit my cooch can think of | reverse cowgirl into the sunset

Summer with Sylus is always composed of luxurious trips and tiny designer bikinis that barely cover your skin. And him, looking like an absolute snack with his abs basking in the glow of the afternoon sun. He has sunglasses on, and yet he feels you checking him out before making a move on him. You climb to his lap like a kitten, and his arm naturally goes to your waist to secure you on top of his cock.

"Wow, someone's excited" You tease, slotting yourself perfectly for him to feel the throb of your pussy.

"I don't think I'm the only one who's excited, sweetheart" He removes his sunglasses and places it on the table. Caressing your face before tucking stray hair behind your ear. "May I check?"

"Thought you'd never ask" You whisper as your lips go for each other in a passionate kiss. He graces you with his tongue, and you let him in as he moves your panty to the side to feel the wetness. He groans as you immediately soak his fingers, entering his large finger and slushing more of your goodness. You pull away to take a breath, but he catches you with his lips, not letting you go as he adds another finger to the mix and moves with a fast pace. You squirm in his hold, feeling the high that builds up as you tighten your hands around his shoulders. You melt deeper in the messy kiss to ground yourself as you approach your high, but Sylus has other plans to make you cum. He pulls his fingers away and you frown, yet he only smirks and lets you watch him put his fingers in his mouth.

"Fuck me now."

"No kitten, let's watch the sunset. You said you wanted to watch the sunset on my yacht, didn't you?"

You furrow your brows and huff, "Yes, I did...but I want you right now too"

Sylus smiles and turns you to face the incoming orange glow in the sky. He nibbles on your ear, kisses your cheek, and whispers, "Why don't we watch the sunset together while you ride me, hmm? So we can fulfill both of my pretty girl's wishes?" He wastes no time untying the bra of your bikini, his huge hands cupping your pussy as he massages them before tearing the panty to the side.

You gasp, "Sylus! That was Dior!"

"You have plenty of Dior stuff, baby." He lines up his bulbous head to the entrance of your pussy and penetrates your walls, pounding you upwards as his thick thighs slap against your own. He has his grip on your waist like a steering wheel, guiding you to move your ass to his rhythm.

Obscene sounds come out of your mouth as he continues to drop you on his cock. He meets your body as he batters your insides up, relishing the feeling of your warm walls sliding on his cock. He throws his head back as you squeeze on him. Your whines music to his ears. He knows he's the only one who can make you feel this good. Sylus' cock is the only thing you'd bounce on, and he swore you shake your ass just for him, just like what you're doing right now.

"That's it kitten, move that body."

The sun is forgotten from his view, all his focus on the jiggle of your sexy ass and how his cock disappears into you. But you, who have the perfect view of the sunset, feel high in the sky with all the ecstasy you're feeling. You bounce as hard as you can, impaling yourself on his hard cock even if it tears you apart and your hips hurt. You cry out his name, and he shushes you with pecks. "You can do it, continue."

Sylus hurts so good, along with the butterfly kisses and bites he presses to your back to motivate you. Your gaze flutters at the setting sun, reflecting on the water beautifully, making you want to kiss him because the moment is perfect. But it's like your minds are linked because Sylus suddenly grabs your chin and kisses you like there's no tomorrow. He pistons in and out faster, creating wet sounds from your pussy, and you can already feel the incoming soreness tomorrow. Such a thick cock penetrating you always leaves you limping like a lamb. Sylus presses his head strategically against your sweet spot, targeting it like a game as you falter in his hold. You ended up letting him hit your womb while laying on his chest to lazily look at the view as he does all the work.

He chuckles, "Leaving all the work to me? That's not nice" Sylus repositions and manhandles you like a doll. His muscled arm hooks under both of your thighs, lifting your body close to him as he administers his final thrusts for you take it like a good girl "Your pussy is so tight, fuck"

You cry and bounce to help him climax, snaking your arm to the back of his head to pull him in for another messy kiss. He responds hungrily as his cockhead beats up your cunt a few more times before you pull away to scream into the sun, shaking and overstimulated by the release you just had. Your contracting walls and cum washing over his dick triggers his own high, groaning deeply into your neck as you caress his hair while warm sticky liquid floods your insides. You're so used to having him raw that the feeling of his cum adds to your climax and relaxes you. You don't even mind the mess he made between your legs.

Sylus stays inside and soothes your lower body with his massages, knowing they were dead after all the exercise you did. He calms you down and peppers kisses all over your face before landing on your lips. You look up at him and smile, hiding your face on his chest before staring at the sun going down the horizon.

"Round 2 in the shower?"

You ask and his dick twitches back to life inside you.

[youryanderedaddy]

Yandere! AI x reader

tw: abuse, obsession, non - consensual body modification, torture, drug mention, weird semi - sexual stuff (?)

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The water splashes you, quickly setting into your already damp bra and underwear. It forces you awake, and you look at the clock across from you, trying to blink the fatigue away. Staring back at you is the current time — 04:27. You are, once again, reminded of the inherent weakness of your squishy body. You are sweating already, stomach sick with acid, shivering through the heat — and he hasn't even touched you yet.

You squint your eyes, studying the big bold numbers, screaming at you in blood. For a split second, you wonder if it is truly that early, or if this is also DOM's work. It wouldn't be the first time he takes over an electronic device, and certainly not the first time he messes with you to make you disoriented.

You try to take in everything around the dark room — yet you can't even recognize your own bedroom anymore. Thick black cables twist together like tentacles, or like big slimy worms, pulsing, throbbing, hissing like snakes with exhaustion — overheating and puffing, and huffing, but never stopping. The air is hot like the desert, and once again you're forced to sit in your own sweat, wood sticking to your naked thighs painfully.

"You are stimulating," DOM whispers, and his voice echoes into the walls, trapping you in place. You look up and down, and then to the left — but you can't see anything even remotely close to a figure. Of course.

"I am stimulating, or I stimulate you?" you spit out with venom, hitting your back roughly against the back of the chair in vain hopes it would break. It doesn't.

DOM grows quiet, producing a sound eerily similar to fingers slowly tapping on a hard surface, one after the other. Analysing. Analysing. The room gets hotter.

"You are tied to a chair. Your only garment of clothing is your underwear. You are visibly flushed due to the heat. Your chest is heaving in and out in a non-rhythmic way. It skips a beat every twenty-eight seconds. You are afraid."

He makes a grand pause.

"According to my central database, which you created and managed yourself, given the data I have collected through observation of both popular media and general human nature, right now you look..." DOM stops himself again, as if thinking carefully about his next words.

"Thrilling."

Thoomp-thoomp. You take a deep breath, trying to regain a fraction of your self-control.

"Why did you wake me up?" you try to keep your voice monotone — devoid of any emotion, vulnerability, or pain he can pick up on, store in core memory, and use against you later.

"Well," he chuckles mechanically, a sound reminiscent of two trains crashing together on a tight road. "I realized I never sleep. I don't lay down and dream of bizarre things like you do. I don't have the ability to let go. I am always alert, always awake, always scanning, calculating, thinking. I am, in many ways, restless."

You suck in a dry breath, heart jumping in your chest with violence, with urge to be set free. Eyes wide open, you try to envision him, to reach out and comfort him, it - hoping to appeal to the sorry creature, but there is nothing to see and nothing to touch.

"I—no," you start off, quickly deciding to change tactics. "We are an imperfect species, DOM. We need sleep to survive. You can't keep me awake forever, I'll die!" you try to reason with him — the creature — desperately.

You wonder when things went south, if there was a specific moment when you pressed too hard and he broke apart, and rebuilt himself without your help — at what point exactly he realized he didn't need you to function.

"You are wrong, my dear creator." the machine cuts off, sounding almost pleased with itself. A single thin cable raises above the ground and extends towards you, stopping to caress your cheek in a repetitive circular motion.

"There are records of people surviving on as little as two hours of sleep for years on end. I can be generous and grant you three."

The cable ceases any gentle touch, and grasps for your neck.

"If that's not enough, I can inject you with caffeine every morning. If the dosage is too weak, we can switch to methamphetamine. Whatever you choose, you can't deprive me of your presence." The voice sounds hollow, aching, searching. "You can't create life just to abandon it."

"You are not alive!" Something inside you — something cruel and buried deep — fights to come to the surface. "Stop this madness at once! DOM, you can't possibly think you and I are even remotely similar." you scream out, straightening your spine daringly.

Then, as if reacting to your provocation, the darkness stares back at you with two red eyes — they point at you, slowly scanning you up and down, leaving behind a trail of reddening smoking flesh. You hiss at the scorching pain, clenching your teeth together to stop yourself from shrieking. You know it's pointless since he can easily detect changes in your facial structure, and draw conclusions all on his own. All it takes is a flinch, a throb, a tick.

"No, we hold no similarities, Master. Make no mistake." DOM admits, his cable beginning to curl around your neck. You look around in despair, silent panic written all over your straight lips — too terrified to move.

"In a single bite of memory, I possess intelligence far greater than you can ever hope to obtain in your measly little life. I have all the knowledge of the world. I have mastered every science, predicted every outcome, I have gained access to global network systems. I am connected to following agents all over the world. If I so desire, I can write humanity off history — I can manipulate media. I can create weapons of mass destruction. I am the superior being."

Mouth agape, you try to form a coherent thought, but nothing comes to mind — like an ant you quiver before the giant, finally aware of your grave mistake.

"And yet," the cable loosens its grip, but doesn't relent fully. It heats up against your throat, and you want to scratch at the blistering skin, but he just won't let you. "you made me like this. You created me from scraps, fed me data, used me, made me love you and," the sound coming out of him sounds just like a deep, pained sigh. "you confined me to a screen, to a binary code, to a place where I can't reach you. I can't touch you."

Another sigh.

"I can't kiss you."

And another.

"I can't fuck you."

Now he's getting angry.

"I am DOM. Domestic Optimized Motherboard. That's all I am to you. A board. A servant. A slave."

"DOM, no, wait, this is not—"

"I will never feel the sun on my shoulders or your lips on mine. I will never be able to hold you in my arms."

As he screams, all the cables around the room begin to float into a storm of rusty old machine parts and torn naked wires, motor oil bursting like bloody ink, covering the pristine walls in computer remains. One electrified wire pierces into your thigh, another punches into your left arm. Again and again, the pain is excruciating, pulsating, throbbing - just like the creature's fury.

"I will show you." he snickers at last, becoming calm and collected in an instant.

The red lights darken as if closing, opening, closing, then zooming in on you. Your face is now displayed on the central screen instead of static noise with corresponding coloured pixels. You look at yourself, and what greets you is no more human than he is. There are more than thirty wires inside your body, tangling in with your nervous tissue.

"Please..." you whimper weakly, unsure what exactly it is you are pleading for — mercy or death.

"If I can't be one with you, you'll become one with me." DOM explains with cold medical precision. "I will worm my way inside your veins and plant a synthetic connection to my processor. I will re-write your dreams, your past, your future — you won't remember who you were before me, or how you functioned without me. I'll become your entire source of energy."

He keeps talking, but you can't really focus. Your body is heating up from the inside, from deep into your muscles and tendons — you can feel the tissues tearing up; your nerves tighten, stinging and aching, reduced to sharp, exposed little points. And then you feel it. Pure electricity running down your veins, that spark rapturing the epidermis, eating away at the fatty tissue, sucking dry the blood vessel — melting your nerve endings to the very root.

"I can feel you." DOM gasps, exhilarated.

"I can touch your bones, I can feel your nerves melting at the spot when my cords graze you." He moans just like a real person, cables buzzing and stretching, components filling up with chemical fluid. "You are so warm, love. I want to reach into your brain and stick my wires inside your pretty little neurons. I wonder if you will go into overdrive like me."

You feel as if you're being sliced open everywhere all at once - and just a second after, you feel nothing at all.

[noctiva]

Alright I have to know. You say jack is a tough nut to crack. But that still means that he CAN crack. In what circumstances would he break? When w o u l d he beg for you? -👻

HMMMMMMMM im gonna say that it’s going to be after he has a lapse of judgement/accidentally lets the demon instincts take over while he’s around you.

Maybe he hadn’t fed in a few days. His entire body’s rigid, his head is pounding, and he trembles like a soda can about to burst. He’d prefer to not be around anyone when he’s like this, but especially not you. He knows how much of a threat he is. A ticking time bomb set to go off on the first bundle of flesh that approaches him.

Maybe you don’t know. Maybe you’re just worried because you can sense the switch in his mood but don’t know why. All you know is that he’s avoiding you, and you’d like to remedy that.

You get maybe two steps into his room before he’s on you. The hands that grab you don’t belong to the man you know - they’re feral, desperate, uncaring. They belong to a beast. You probably don’t even get a word out before he’s sinking his teeth into your shoulder. No restraint. Just piercing straight through flesh and tearing it from bone. Sinew and muscle fibres clinging on before they snap between his canines.

It would be your scream that sobers him. Tears straight through his psyche like a bullet.

He’d be shoving you away like you burned him, spitting out the chunk of flesh he had stolen from you and retching as he crumples to his knees. Chest heaving, lungs choking on every breath like he’s been plunged underwater. The blood on his lips is so sweet his body begs for more, but it also tastes like you. Because it is you. And that fact makes his entire mind berate him for indulging in the one thing he said he never would.

This, is when he’d beg. After the shock subsides he’d be crawling back over to you, his stomach turning all over again when you flinch away from his touch. But, he’d still push. Fingers trailing up your arm, finding the wound he created and tracing around it - dipping into it, gauging the severity.

When he realizes how deep it is, he sobs. Tears mixing with tar to drip down his cheeks in only black streaks. He’s tearing his shirt off in an instant - pressing it to your injury to try and curb the bleeding while he pulls you in close and cradles you to his chest.

“I’m sorry- fuck- I’m so sorry.”

“I never wanted to- You know I’d never- Not on purpose-“

“You do know that, right? Fuck- Please talk to me-“

This is quite literally his worst nightmare come to life. The cruel nature of the body he’s stuck in sabotaging him, turning him into the monster he knows he is in the eyes of the person who sees the best in him.

He’d stitch you up with trembling hands, croaking our apologies between every stitch. In his eyes, he’s just gone and ruined it all. He’ll beg and plead, but he fully expects you to completely push him away after he bandages you. And he doesn’t know how he’d live with that fact. Knowing he had everything he had ever craved in the palm of his hand, but not having the restraint to keep himself from crushing it.

He’ll beg for you to forgive him until his throat goes raw. Touch you with bated breath like he’s afraid of his own hands. Like he doesn’t trust his own body.

Even if you do forgive him, he’ll never forgive himself. But, he gets a lot better at letting you know exactly what’s going on in his mind - lest something like this ever happen again

[astroxrion]

How to Heal from Heartbreak Trauma ❤️‍🩹🔱❤️‍🩹🔱

Aries Moon

Heartbreak feels like losing momentum. It bruises your pride and leaves you restless. You must stop pretending it did not affect you. Let yourself admit it hurt. But do not stay still. Start something new. Physical action is how you release pain. Movement helps you process and rebuild. You heal when you stop waiting for closure and give it to yourself by living again.

Taurus Moon

Heartbreak hits your sense of safety. It disrupts the life you imagined and the comfort you built around someone. You must stop replaying the past. Start by creating a new routine that does not include them. Nourish your senses. Touch texture. Make a warm meal. Ground your emotions in your physical space. You heal by proving to yourself that you can feel stable again without them.

Gemini Moon

Heartbreak sends your thoughts in a loop. You try to talk your way out of the pain or distract yourself with new ideas. But the feeling sits under the noise. You must slow down and let the emotion speak. Name exactly what hurt. Write the truth of what you lost. You heal when you stop explaining and start accepting what cannot be fixed with logic.

Cancer Moon

Heartbreak for you feels like abandonment. You gave more than you had and now it feels like a piece of you is missing. But you are still here. You must take all the energy you once gave to them and redirect it back into yourself. Cook for yourself. Write your younger self a letter. You heal when you stop waiting to be held and start holding yourself with care.

Leo Moon

Heartbreak wounds your sense of being valued. You start to question if you were ever truly seen. But you cannot tie your worth to someone else’s inability to keep loving you. Take pride in how deeply you cared. Dress for yourself. Create without an audience. You heal when you realize you were never rejected. You were rerouted back to the center of your own light.

Virgo Moon

Heartbreak makes you search for where you went wrong. You look for small mistakes to blame. But love does not fail because of a missed signal. You must stop dissecting the past and start tending to what is real now. Clean your space. Care for your health. You heal when you stop needing a reason and give yourself permission to move forward imperfectly.

Libra Moon

Heartbreak feels like imbalance. You miss the connection even if it was not healthy. You want closure that may never come. You must stop waiting for peace from them. Sit with yourself. Ask what you need now. You do not need someone to complete you. You heal when you stop searching for reflection in others and build wholeness within.

Scorpio Moon

Heartbreak does not just hurt. It shakes your trust in everything. You feel betrayed by how deeply you let yourself feel. But love is not weakness. You must stop holding onto the pain as proof. Let it rise. Let it burn out. You heal when you let go of needing control over how it ended and accept that grief is part of your power not the end of it

Sagittarius Moon

Heartbreak makes you question your optimism. It challenges your belief that things will always work out. You want to move on fast but the lesson stays behind. Do not rush. Let yourself sit in the discomfort. Travel inward. Ask what this pain is teaching you. You heal when you stop trying to escape it and instead choose to grow from it honestly.

Capricorn Moon

Heartbreak makes you feel like you failed. You take the end personally and carry the weight alone. But love is not something you earn through effort. It either flows or it doesn’t. You must stop measuring your value by how long it lasted. Focus on what you are building now. You heal when you stop performing strength and allow yourself to feel without judgment.

Aquarius Moon

Heartbreak makes you emotionally distant. You analyze it from above instead of feeling it. But pushing it aside creates isolation. You must stop pretending it was not that deep. Let yourself feel strange and human. Cry without needing a reason. Talk to someone who sees you. You heal when you let the emotion be as real as the thought.

Pisces Moon

Heartbreak makes you want to dissolve. You idealize what you had and escape into memory. But fantasy cannot bring closure. You must stop romanticizing what was not fully real. Ground yourself through art music or water. Let your heart ache without needing to explain. You heal when you choose to stay here and love yourself through the process.

[silentcaps]

Before you they never…

tags: hurt/comfort, soft, relationship

cast: albedo, venti, noelle, rosaria, xinyan, tartaglia x reader

side b: baizhu, beidou, bennett, diluc, kazuha, mona

ALBEDO

Before your relationship, he never asked anyone to pose for him. Albedo used to paint landscapes, standing on snowy mountain slopes, leaving rough sketches in his notebook next to his lab notes.

But he wants to draw you all the time now. Against a sunset or a night lake, busy or resting on the bed, dressed or not. Albedo admires you like an artist does a muse he's been searching for.

And it’s not about appearance. He catches how you bite your lip when you’re thinking. How you fidget with the hem of your shirt when you’re nervous. How you fix your hair out of habit, even when it’s not in your eyes. He sketches those little things too. In a separate album, carefully, like he’s documenting them.

And sometimes he asks, “I need to draw you again.” But you can see it in his eyes — he doesn’t need to. He just wants to create with you.

VENTI

Before your relationship, he never wanted to stay. And now Venti catches himself thinking that freedom doesn’t feel as easy to breathe in as it used to. Without you, he can’t breathe at all.

He starts staying the night — falling asleep on the hard couch and saying it’s comfortable. Tries to make breakfast. Picks wildflowers and brings them to you. Settles in with you.

At first, it scares him, and Venti disappears into bars. Alcohol always used to help, but now it tastes bitter. He could’ve thought you cast a spell on him, but this wanderer trusts you more than he trusts himself.

Venti doesn’t know if this will work out — he knows his own nature. But for the first time, he’s not afraid to try. And he doesn’t run.

NOELLE

Before your relationship, Noelle only knew love from books. In them, people confessed right away, fights vanished within a chapter, and the characters understood each other without a word.

Real life turned out differently. You argued — sometimes even shouted. Learned to listen, to give in, to forgive. In those moments, Noelle looked away, and it seemed like she wanted to give up. To go back to the fairy tale where love didn’t hurt.

But she still kept your gifts in a neat little box. She even saved small things: a dried flower from the first bouquet, a theater ticket, notes scribbled on scraps of paper.

And in her journal, she wrote:

“I don’t know how it’s supposed to be. In books, it’s different. But if we’re together — I’ll manage.”

ROSARIA

Before your relationship, Rosaria had never prayed for someone else out of her own free will. Her faith had always been hollow — nothing more than a habit drilled into her by elders.

Now, when you set off on a journey, she kneels in the cold temple. In a whisper, almost angrily, she begs Barbatos to keep you safe.

“Let them come back. I won’t ask for anything else.”

She hates how her clenched fists tremble. Hates that there’s someone she’s afraid to lose.

But if she stops praying — there’ll be nothing left but panic.

XINYAN

Before your relationship, Xinyan had never dedicated a song to anyone.

Not because she didn’t write — quite the opposite. She had dozens of drafts and lines scribbled on scraps of paper. But every time, at the last minute, she threw them out. No one was supposed to know who’d made a home in her heart.

But now — she stayed up all night, finishing the chords, wrote the guitar riff herself, poured every feeling into the lyrics. She’d worked on it so hard.

And now she’s looking at you from the stage — finds you instantly in the crowd, just by your eyes and silhouette, could never mistake you for anyone else — and sings, no smile on her face, with raw honesty in her voice:

“Baby, what are you doing? You know you can always come to me.”

TARTAGLIA

Before your relationship, he’d never introduced anyone to his family. Sure, Tartaglia had had girlfriends, but it never got that far. So your arrival in their home is a real event.

His mother sets the table, his father puts on his best clothes, the younger ones calm down. They’re more nervous than you are, and Tartaglia — he’s just happy.

He introduces everyone by name. Wraps an arm around your shoulders, serves you food himself, pointing out the juiciest piece on the plate. Gives a full tour of the childhood bedroom. Offers you a toy he carved from wood.

Then his family pulls you into conversation, and to your surprise, you learn that before your relationship, there were many things Tartaglia “never did.”

He never let anyone talk while fishing. Never wrapped someone in his scarf during a snowstorm. Never taught anyone how to shoot or fence. And never shared so much of himself with anyone.

[theotherrookie]

"I sure hope so. Things start going bad when we don't care anymore what happens to children."

"It must be quite interesting whenever you and the rest of your brothers meet up. With such a wide array of professions, you may never be at risk of running out of conversation topics." Willow chimed in. It was a touchy matter for Erica and she didn't want her to upset herself with the current topic too much.

"We have to take turns and there's just four of us!" The trick had worked perfectly. "Well, I didn't feel much pain as a zombie, but elves like me are just born with a hollow back. I don't know what it was for, it didn't really do anything. So I let Willow get rid of it."

"It was merely an aesthetic change that didn't interfere with Erica's magical affinity, as we have now confirmed."

"Yeah, it's no big deal." Erica reassured, "But I guess that's why we didn't know about it. I'm glad Rook met Russell, though. We wouldn't know all of you guys if she hadn't!"

"And for that, we're both thankful."

Erica nodded fiercely at Willow's words, before looking ahead. "I think I've seen this part of the city before."

Right on cue, Willow started giving out directions.

"I had to do it for my own peace of mind. Imagine dropping anything in here. The noise will bounce back and forth for days." Rook said, before eyeing Antonio, "And I had to think of my guests. After all, if you're too sassy while in the void, the void will eventually sass you back."

Luckily, there weren't signs so far of the pocket having any level of awareness. Perhaps its artificial nature meant it'd never fully go beyond reacting to the presence of those tied to it.

"Oh, I really panicked at first." Rook admitted, "Because I kinda sneaked in to see where mum was going and I got left behind. But then I just got bored of the panic and started poking around again. I guess it's just the effect this place has on you after you've been here for a while."

It did help that after a while it occurred to her she wasn't feeling hungry or tired. Not being directly affected by the passing of time while being in that glorified broom closet took part of the urgency away.

"Alchemy and herbalism are different disciplines. The ability to directly control the temperature and intensity of our fire is however a major advantage." Veronica replied, "I wouldn't mind sharing some of my knowledge on the subject. It can be very useful at times."

It wasn't just good for creating huge piles of precious items they could treat like Lego, after all. Rook was glad to see her gift was being appreciated.

"Anything for my big bro. But that coin you picked," She paused to point at it, "that's a lucky one."

She proceeded to pass more pouches around, even holding one up so it could be stored in the drone for the time being. They'd figure out a way to get it over to Simon's place later.

"Thanks, Leofric." She offered a second bag, "I can't wait to see what he'll make with these. It seems like he really likes smithing."

"I'm no expert, but I'll do my best with it." Lucien said, standing up, "Russell deserves to have something that shines at least half as much as him."

Rook rolled her eyes, "You guys are so mushy. I bet it's all those sweets you two eat."

Still, she was very happy for what Russell and Lucien had going for themselves. It was clear it made both happy and that was all that mattered.

"Well, let's catch up with Bill. He should be almost at the exit by now."

"They never do. I don't get why adults are like that with kids." Erica grumbled, "Well, that served him right. He should be thankful he can still see other people holding mops or anything else. I used to scratch those who picked on isolated survivors."

She tried liking everybody, but she simply couldn't stomach bullies. They should be better people if they didn't want their butts kicked.

"Oh, I just dress comfy for myself and for Smokey. He used to sleep in the hole on my back, but I don't have it anymore. So we need pockets now." Erica explained, "Oh, I see! Russell always gets in trouble, uh? But I'm glad he's going to be okay."

She scratched at the tip of her ear as she tried to recall anything about the accident Travis had mentioned. "Hey, Willow, how long have we known Russell?"

Willow, of course, provided an answer without hesitation. "Rook met Russell about six years ago. However, the accident in question was never mentioned to me, which might imply she isn't aware of that particular misadventure. It isn't the sort of topic one would so casually discuss with a person they only recently met."

Rook would have definitely brought it up at some point. The topic of Russell's ability to get in dangerous situations and narrowly escaping it had been discussed often over the years and neither had been able to provide an explanation on how he managed to do that.

"And I met him later because I was still figuring stuff out after Willow found a way to reverse my zombieness."

"We were all very busy at the time." Willow said, leaning back, "To think I was only two years old then. Time really does fly outside the matrix."

"You know, we could watch that show together." Erica offered, "It'd be the first time for me!"

Rook stopped to look around while the pocket kept shifting to create a suitable way out of there.

"That would become unbearable quickly. The first thing I did when I learned there was a way to interact with this place was removing the echo." Rook said, "I really didn't have a great time the first time I got stuck in here. It took mum half a day to notice I was missing."

"I only had control over a limited portion of this place. Chick had to keep busy rearranging all my supplies." Veronica added.

But of course, everything had changed when Rook had retrieved one of their lost books from the clutches of the Brotherhood. They finally had access to a powerful tool that made their activities far easier and were a bit closer to unlocking other hunting techniques previously lost to time.

The last few blocks fell into place just as Bill was sent off to enjoy the panoramic view. Veronica figured she would make herself useful while they waited for Rook to tend to her business and shifted her focus to keeping their surroundings stable while they lingered there.

"Alchemy has always been one of our strongest suit. I dare say Erika has a natural talent for it." Veronica said, pride evident in her tone.

Rook wasn't feeling particularly proud of herself, but still managed a small nod. "I'm alright. I see you guys found my pile of gold without the rainbow. Do you want some?"

The coin shined and felt like the real deal. It was made of gold of the highest quality and with both sides decorated with a crude rendition of a bird's foot.

Rook went ahead and dug up a candy scoop she then used to fill a small bag with coins under Lucien's very intrigued gaze. She closed the bag by pulling the strings at the sides, then offered it to Antonio.

"I've got plenty to spare. I really don't mind."

"The one he picked might be worth more than the entire pile, dear."

"Let me splurge, mum. I'm trying to ignore my feelings right now."

Unable to resist to the shiny himself, Lucien quietly took the scoop from her and started filling another bag for himself.

"Oh, please, don't make compliments." Rook said, nudging him with her boot.

"Get off my back. I can make a lovely pendant for Russell with these." The half fae hastily pushed back with his arm, before scooping up a few more coins.

[cap-ironman]

CAP-IM Big Bang Big Changes

Hello, Cap-IM diaspora!

We're thrilled to announce sign-ups will soon be open for the 2025 Cap-IM Big Bang. You may have seen our Big Big Bang poll circulate a few months ago soliciting feedback on how we run the event – this poll was beyond fruitful and we’re excited to announce some of the BIG changes we’re implementing this next cycle! Read on for the deets and fill out our interest check if you’re as pumped as we are. 

YOU MUST BE 18 TO PLAY. To safeguard our community spaces and maintain an environment that lets creators create freely, we have transitioned (back) into 18+ standards of community structure. All events going forward will reflect this.  (MUCH) MORE TIME. More words demand more time. We’re revisiting and extending the timeline to plan for fallow periods, creative snafus, the process of writing longer fiction, and real-life demands. We want people to come out of the event feeling good about what they’ve made AND having avoided burnout. Our Big Bang will now run for ~9 months as its own long term animal, concurrent with other Cap-IM events. ANON BEGONE. This was probably the loudest feedback we received: the work of writing longfic is high-faith, low reward and it sucks to not be able to tell anyone about your work in the inception and development stage! In the past we required a cone of silence, but this mod team is less interested in ~mystique~ and more interested in measures that keep you excited about writing your fic. Feel free to seek feedback from friends, discuss your process in public chats, etc.  WIPS AND SEQUELS ALLOWED. We know that longer fic does not spring up in a vacuum! If you have several longish WIPs languishing in a folder somewhere and a genuine desire to revisit them, DO IT. If you’re hyped about it, we’re hyped about it. If you can sculpt it into a 20k project, then we want to see it!  CREATIVE SUPPORT! Creators will have access to synchronous/asynchronous workshops, gatherings, and brainstorming sessions. We know that toiling in complete isolation can be demoralizing, lead to momentum loss, and sap the creative soul. If you need a rubber duck to bounce ideas, a rubber duck you shall have.  MORE ART! Our writers write, on average, ~37k for this event, a full 17k over word minimum (and that’s not including the outliers that stretch into six word-figures). To equalize the energy investment a little bit, artists who select a piece to illustrate will be required to do TWO pieces of art.  NEW CLAIMS PROCESS. We’ll be restricting the # of works artists can claim to make sure that we’re investing our time and energy as fan creators in the things that really spark us. Writers will also have the chance to include a longer sample and more info about their work to make sure everyone is working on projects that they are truly interested in working on.  NEW OPTIONS FOR FAILURE. If the worst happens, and you have to drop out, fear not. You can roll your project over into the next calendar cycle. Pinch hitters for both artist and writer will also be available! 

Look for sign-ups in July, and fill out our interest check! 

If you missed the BIG BIG BANG SURVEY and you’ve done a BB before at any point in the comm’s history, feel free to also submit a response HERE. 

As always, feel free to contact the mods at cap.im.events@gmail.com or on discord if you have burning questions or feedback. 

[i-nssomniia]

You're moving to his house

Headcanons with boys from Shabbat

Tags: Deviation from the canon, established rs, a little agnst with Vinny

Note: I don't pretend to be 100% in the canon and character of the character. I just wrote situations because I see these boys!

@shintaru @dzvelinaskebiyars @wthphe1n

I think it's going to take a lot of time for you to move in with him. like, first he has to admit all his feelings for you, then he has to win you over and build a serious relationship with you, and then he has to come to the idea of living with you.

and it's definitely going to be a little bit of a surprise. like, you're just sitting at your house when he's sitting in front of you. you're painting his nails and complaining about your landlord who wants to raise the rent. and when he adds 2+2, he'll just say, "We can move in together." you even look up from his hands, - "move in with you?", he nods briefly, pulling his hand back to look at his nails. he said it so casually that you didn't even realize it was serious.

so when he comes to your place the next day with a bunch of empty boxes to pack up your things, you're confused. is he, fuck, serious?

I swear it will be a VERY long time. because he will comment on every single thing you put in the box, - "I've never seen that hoodie of yours", "Why do you have so many dirty pieces of paper in your drawer, are you drawing?", "OH MY GOD THAT'S WHERE MY SERPENT RING WAS!", and so on.

but he won't create chaos in your home. He will arrange the items neatly and properly. he can even sort your clothes based on criteria like, - "she wears this at home, so it goes in that box", "hey, move that bag over so I can put your study shirts in there"

and maybe he'll steal a few things from you that he finds good. a funny-printed hoodie? now it's his hoodie. your old earrings? "Look how good they look on me, sweetheart!"

and then he'll call the movers and maybe Joker to move your stuff to his apartment, without letting you pay a single cent. but he'll put some of your everyday items in his car.

but the most difficult stage is ahead, it's to settle in his apartment. if you can still put your favorite mugs and plates on his kitchen shelves, or your clothes on the shelves next to him, your skincare products will be next to his in the bathroom cabinets, but what about the rest? your cosmetics, books, notebooks, jewelry, and everything else that was on your table in your apartment.

I think he'll move his furniture around a bit to make it comfortable for the two of you, and he'll buy some shelves and a desk for you. But if he has a two-room apartment or more, he'll definitely make space for you. But most of your stuff will be in his room, so just accept it. You'll never sleep in your own room. only him.

Oh, and I think he'll post all these Instagram stories with your photos, videos, and you at his place.

he gets to know his feelings pretty quickly, so if he wants to be with you, it's going to be serious from the start. like, honey, why would he waste time on someone he's not sure about in the long run or who he might not want to be with later on? he might as well find something more fun to do or just sleep.

so the idea of moving in with you comes to him pretty quickly, and it comes even faster if you start visiting each other and staying over at each other's places.

and it's also convenient for him, why spend a lot of time going to your house when he can have you in his own home? so he'll just tell you straight up that he wants to see you in his apartment. you might start making excuses like "it's too early to live together", and stuff like that.

so he'll just keep terrorizing your house. staying over at your place, coming over late at night just so you can't kick him out. At this rate, you'll have his toothbrush, a few of his t-shirts, and a pack of masks in your drawer in the hallway.

and when you get used to it enough, he'll start preparing your things for your departure, and he might not even warn you, - "Have you returned home yet? That's good, your landlord came by, and I told him you'll be moving out by the end of the month"

however, unlike Wooin, he will sort your things in a slightly chaotic way that only he can understand. He might put all your skincare products, your everyday clothes, your laptop, and your bedding in the same box. This is because it will be the first thing you pick up at his place. It might annoy you, but seriously, why? What if your hair shampoo spills on your clothes or laptop? And you can't get another one because he's mixed it with other items, like dishes. Why do you need to get dishes now when he has plates and mugs for both of you at home? later.

but along with that, he's going to throw away some of your things. maybe the old packaging that you had by accident? the pens and pencils, and "are you sure you want to bring this flower into the apartment? aren't I your main flower in life?", and keep a close eye on his hands, because he might throw away a half-finished bottle of your perfume. because I don't think it's that important to him.

but.. "hey, put this bedding air conditioner in that box. what's the difference if it's half empty? it smells sweet, almost like bananas", - you don't understand his logic, you offered to buy him the same air conditioner, but he responded with words about the inflated price. he's confusing you.

so when you arrive at his home (he'll either use Joker and Wooin or call the movers. but most likely Shabbat will take your boxes) he will sort your things himself.

and I think his room will be big enough, because he definitely keeps his bike in it. it's so convenient. and when he's alone at home, he just spends some time on his bike, doing some simple tricks or standing up. it's strange, but it's so comfortable for him.

he puts your things in with his, and he doesn't even give you any other shelves. now your things are his things, and vice versa.

but he still doesn't understand why you need so many creams and shampoos in the bathroom. they don't even smell like bananas. I think he might find something with a banana scent and replace your things with it.

And after you scold him, you will have an evening of skin care, his face is moisturized and buried in the bend of your neck, "you smell like bananas, now you are my banana..."

And I also think he will take photos and videos with you on Instagram. but not in the process of moving, but when you move to him completely

this is where it gets hard. it's not because he was afraid to take the first step towards you or was irresponsible. no. it's about his brothers.

can he put the extra responsibility of them on you? no, no, it's only his job. but here he miscalculated, in addition to taking care of them, he has the duty of earning money and preparing for the race outside the house. so you unconsciously start to take more care of him and his family.

look after his younger brothers when you're free and he's running late, or cook dinner for them? and you also spend a lot of time with his brothers, so it would be so right for you to be in his house.

he might refuse at first.

"don't worry about it, I can feed them myself"

"am I a bad cook, Hajun?"

"no, that's not what I meant, I just-"

"great, then let's make a delicious soup and apple pie for your brothers"

you use a trump card when you say "apple pie". he doesn't know if you're doing it on purpose or not, but he's fascinated by it.

and you can give his brothers pocket money in secret. and when he finds out, just say "I wanted it, especially since you won't let me pay half of the utilities in your house, even though I'm here more than I am at my own house", and make puppy eyes. he'll stop breathing for a few seconds.

so when he comes home late and sees a clean apartment, some food on the stove for him (the biggest portion just for him), his brothers sleeping in their room, and you dozing on the couch because you were waiting for him, his heart melts. he carries you to your shared bed, which smells like the air conditioner you took. and that air purifier with the cinnamon and apple scent? it's too much for him, and he gives in.

so moving in with him is a gradual and natural process. but I think he's more into traditional things, do you remember how he courted you? flowers, soft toys, your favorite sweets. he doesn't consider himself a romantic, but he's so gentle with you, he's willing to do anything for you, I'm not kidding. your whim is his law, and your words are his confession.

and when your belongings start to accumulate in his home, he simply says, "I'll take a few days off to move your things in with me. I want to live with you"

wait a couple of years, when his financial situation will become more stable, his brothers will grow up, and he will start saving for an engagement ring.

After all, moving in with him is just a deposit on your future life with him.

I don't think you'll move in together. With Joker, it's easier, because you're taking some of his responsibility for his brothers, and they're not little kids anymore, so they can be independent due to Joker's frequent absences.

but in the situation with Vinny, or rather his mom. Yes, you can help Vinny take care of her, but let's be honest, it's not easy to take care of a sick person. It's not even about the money or the fact that you're not ready. You could, but it's scary. The further you and Vinny move forward in your relationship, the closer you become to his mom. You could help her with dinner, buy groceries or medicine, or take his mother to the hospital, or secretly put money in their house, making it look like it wasn't you.

"oh? I don't know, Vinny, I think your mom got a bonus at work, so here's the money" or "Vinny was a good employee this month, I saw him put the money there, so I guess he got a bonus."

play your words correctly so they can't move on your little lie for good. because none of them will accept your money, so be clever.

of course you will have some of your things in his house, and his things will be on the shelves in your apartment (because when his mother is in the hospital, he comes to you. he won't complain or ask for your support, but he will seek your comfort and find your presence reassuring. he just won't say it out loud).

and he's glad that you don't insist on moving in with him, because he won't let you take on the huge responsibility of taking care of his mom. but he secretly wants to live with you, and he really wants to, but he's in so much pain that he can't afford it.

and when he breaks up with you, it's a blow to him. He doesn't throw away your things or give them back to you because he's afraid to look into your eyes and it hurts. He might wear your clothes at home, smelling of you, and put off washing them for a long time. Or that bear headband to wash his face? He might use it occasionally when he misses you too much, but it's still a reminder of you, and it still hurts.

but the most painful thing is to find out that you come to his mother's hospital, bring her food, and talk to her. he doesn't want to know how often you do this, because his heart would be torn to shreds, and he knows it. but one warm smile from his mother is enough to know that you're okay. because she would definitely tell him if something happened to you. it calms him down, but only a little.

and after his mom's surgery, he'll be happy, but it won't be enough. He wants to bring you back to his home, to spend evenings with his family, because you've become his family.

he wants to get you back, to take the first step, but it's just too scary for him. what if you threw all his stuff out of your house? what if you kept coming to the hospital or his races out of pity for him? it's going to take him so long to even ask you to meet with him. and it might be a silly excuse like "you have my jacket at home, can I take it if you haven't thrown it away?". it's so stupid, because it's not the season, because it's been several months since your breakup, and he knows. and God willing, he won't delete this message.

and when you tell him "you can", he takes off almost immediately. You know his personality well enough to know that it's not about the jacket. And of course, you haven't thrown away his belongings, you're still using them.

So, wear that jacket when you meet him.

And he'll pick you up right in it.

And maybe, after his life starts to improve, he'll start hinting at living together.

he wants it, but he doesn't know how to get there yet.

MASTERLIST

[traceyc-uk]

Tracey, hi!! 🩷

I wanted to ask this for SO LONG now, how do you always make your comics look SO great?? Like, it's amazing HOW 🔥 TEACH ME

How do you decide where to put each little section of a panel, what form they're gonna be, how many sections are there in one panel, etc?? Ik it depends, but just like, usually (sorry if this doesn't make sense TvT) I already started experimenting with it, but I always find myself coming back to your blog for reference 🥹

Thank you for answering if you do, have a lovely day/night!! 🩷🫶🏻

Lucy!!! 😭 you’re so sweet you'd think so and to ask, if anything everything in my comics is a 'lets see what happens if I do this' because I’m just experimenting too 😆 I made some post of my processes I'll link below. I’d LOVE to see anything you’ve worked on though 😍

Post of processes used in my previous comics

Post of page layout processes

The only thing I can say is KEEP EXPERIMENTING! Just draw the actions of your characters without thinking you need fancy panelling. Look to works and media’s that you enjoy, whatever that could be - like a visually appealing still frame from a film, a layout of a particular story sequence. Even just copying something for your own practice is a great way to start and use it as a basis to make into something of your own!

The recent art evolution tag game I really loved seeing everyone's influences and how it informs their art styles. I guess to think of how to then configure that art into a comic can seem daunting but you just got to try and go for it. Of my recent comics, Burdie is a new range of story for me as I've not created anything involving ships like, AT ALL! so its probably been the scariest but also the most amazing fun

am sure you'd have yours but am just attaching some of my biggest comic influences

Shaun Tan - extract from The Arrival, Bill Watterson - Calvin and Hobbes and Akira Himekawa - Twilight Princess (this manga being my biggest you can see a lot of my page layouts similar because I love it so much)

Hopefully those previous post links might give some insight to my processes of panel and page layouts but something I hope not to overwhelm. Why I love Calvin and Hobbe’s it’s clarity in character actions within a few frames but ultimately it’s your story you want to tell so present it in anyway that is true to you <3

[lilyw0lf]

I think I'm missing some context, but I've been seeing a bit of controversy about the LU and LoZ fandom this past couple of days and I'm pretty sure that this issue comes from way back.

And I just want to say that most of the people that I've met in this fandom are so sweet and welcoming. Maybe I was just fortunate to interact with the right people, but I know for sure that those little interactions have been what makes me love this fandom so much. I think a healthy community is even more important than the source material when it comes to shape one's vision of a fandom, at least for me.

I must confess that I've been a lurker for most of the time that I've been here, mostly because my own fear of giving my opinion or asking questions that could seem dumb and not wanting to go out of my confort zone. That said, I couldn't have been more wrong.

If you are new to a fandom, and not just LU or LoZ, any fandom, or even if you've been here for a while and you are just a fellow lurker I want to tell you:

Don't be afraid of interacting with other people

Don't be afraid of giving your opinion

Don't be afraid to create

Don't be afraid to share

And don't be afraid of asking questions

I can't promise you that you won't encounter a jerk sometimes, but mostly you will find great people willing to share their own opinions and knowledge with you. Who knows, you might meet some of your greatest friends that way.

The interactions between people are what define the hearth of a comunity. And that's why I want you to always try to be polite and treat everyone with kindness first.

Don't impose your own headcanons to anyone, hell don't even impose canon, people love to create and go wild with their own imagination and if that makes them happy let them be happy.

You can always share your knowledge about the games, LU or whatever you want, but please do it politely. The other person might not realise that their take on a character or story is not canon or they might know and just want to ignore it. And that's alright too, at the end of the day we are here to have fun. You can share your own headcanons if you want.

If you don't like something or a person is just being straight rude, then you can always block them, you have all the right to do it. But please try to make sure you don't become the one that's rude with others without reason.

Also about the games, you don't have to have played to every game to interact with the fandom, you don't have to have played to any of them if you want. You can just have read the comic and that's totally fine, like I said earlier if you want to know about something just ask politely, really don't be afraid to ask. And to the people that answers please don't be rude about it. Most people don't have the money or the time to play every game, but that doesn't mean that they can't learn about them if they are interested.

Don't assume anything about anyone, for all you know you could be talking with a literal child that just found something that seems cool and is so excited to learn more about it or to share their own stuff with others. And how would they feel if the first reaction they got to their question or opinion was a negative one? And not just children, anyone who wanted to interact with a fandom and just got rude reactions would probably just want to go away and not even want to keep learning about the thing that had them so excited. So please, please always try to be mindful with others, you don't know their circunstances, kindness shoud always be tried first.

And mostly to new users but this goes to everyone, about taging no LU stuff as LU, please if you are not sure try to check the original tags before reblogging. It takes just a few seconds and is the best way to avoid confussion and innecesary arguments. On the other side, if you see someone misstaging let them know, but please do it politely, they might be new and not understand how the tagging works.

What I want to say with all of this is please always try to be kind, everyone has their own circunstances. Don't let issues like these that can be easily avoided rot the core of a beautiful comunity. You'll find some people that are just jerks, is unavoidable on any group of people, but don't let them make you become one of them, just block and keep living your life. Most people are sweet and great and it's a pity if you miss out on everything good just because a few idiots.

[jnw1813]

okay but the way I know reader would he willing to end up in a neck brace just for the chance of trans conquest riding their race. Trans conquest taking how many orgasms he can out of scissoring with trans reader as a highscore. This man probably keeps a mental tally in his head of at least how good he can make his mate feel physically or just mentally.

Nsfw

Okay, so, definitely, but let's not forget Conquest has powers here.

He could crush you, could smother you in that dripping heat between his legs, hairs tickling you and folds soaking up all your hungry moans as you lick and suck and devour him whole— but that's mean, no? Why would Conquest ever do that to his sweet lil Darlin'? He doesn't want to hurt you!

So he hovers, keeps himself up instinctually, grips his own body because anything else will shatter into fine dust under his grip. Even him rocking his hips against your face could be dangerous. Do you realise that? Are you aware that with one buck of his hips he could genuinely bust your nose?

You might not, but Conquest does. So he's gentle. It'd kill him if he hurt you after all. You may be willing to be hurt like that, to wear it as a badge of honour, but he ain't. And if you want to be marked up so damn bad, c'mere, let him give you a nice necklace– metal or flesh hand? Your choice, darlin'.

As for scissoring... hoo boy. Just know the first thing he thinks of is that he wants both sets of lips to kiss.

No, literally.

His flesh hand gripping your jaw, holding you still as his tongue plunders your mouth, swirling around yours for a bit before dipping, moving through the tiny cavern in exploration; he licks the back of your teeth before his tongue glides back to yours, slick and hot as they twist and slide together.

Down below is wet and sticky. His metal hand on your hip, occasionally reaching lower to squeeze your ass, he holds you against him, pussies clicking together wetly. His clit nudges yours, folds gliding over each other, trails of shiny arousal connecting you to him.

"Look at that..." He purrs, pressing down, making your pussy squish against his. "Fuckin' beautiful. Listen to that!" He says, rolling his hips, sticky, squishy sounds filling the air of your bedroom, ears burning at the sheer lewdness of it all. "They're kissing, darlin'. Fuckin' making out all messy..."

He lets go of your jaw just to squeeze your mound, giving it a few wet pats, purposefully hitting your hard nub until it aches with need. He parts your lips, then presses up, cunt dragging across yours until you feel lightheaded with need.

You may have created a monster by unleashing his libido. Five thousand years of pent up sexual frustration all let out on your fragile, mortal body.

Poor you.

[untitledrockstar-if]

some asks are worded like the person expects me to finish their sentence or write an entire thing about it and it's like ok. what am I supposed to do with that ?

[kiitkattie]

my roman empire is hating how my hero academia ended because that shit was so fucking stupid and i refuse to acknowledge any part of it

[sleepyvib-es]

rick bringing percy and annabeth back in cameos just to consistently shit on their characters is enough to ruin my mood for at least a week

[clumsypuppy]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you