#I appreciate all my requests

[positively-peachy-143]

Guys rq, if I'm doing an RP with you and I haven't responded yet, please LET ME LIVE MY LIFE. I will get back to you eventually I swear, but repeatedly reaching out about it will not get a response faster. I'm busy with school, I have mountains of work to catch up on, and feeling like responding to an RP is just another *task* I have to do just makes me distance myself from it more. Please give me more slack, I understand it's frustrating, but I am like this with EVERYTHING social atm. I am periodically responding to all rps when I have time and motivation to do so, and I'm even limiting irl things too. Please be patient with me.

[hellishgayliath]

Donnie isn't allowed to watch Mecha anime because he'd say "I can do it better"

The problem here is that he actually can do it better.

Well, it's a problem for everyone but Donnie, that is.

How's it feel to be the funniest person rn anon

[remthegremlin]

HUSK LASER POINTER!!!!!!! <3333 please <33333333 i love ur art btw ;]] in case u didnt know

anything for you sbc, love you sm <3 thanks for requesting the sillies they mean so much to me :)

close ups under the cut

[emry-stars-art]

kandrew for 6 or 7? if you feel like it! ❤️ (@stabbyfoxandrew)

Knocking out a couple requests in one, the common number between them is 6! You can decide in your imaginings if this is a bonk or a kiss 😌

Requests are open until the end of Dec ‘23 💕

[plulp]

hey guys. remy design

[thisismeracing]

can you please write about Mick getting carried away making out with you in his drivers room

hi, nonny, since you did not specify I went for a small blurb, I hope that was ok and hope u like it 🫶🏾 here you go.

pairing: reader (no pronouns used!) x mick schumacher

wc: 0.5k

warnings: suggestive language, mentions of crazy places to have sex, dry humping, not proofread. +18. Minors DNI!

It was a bit after quali, the atmosphere hectic in the garage since Mick got P6 to start the next day, but he was just happy you could make it the whole week with him after struggling to match both of your schedules. So after talking with everyone and basking in the happiness of a good, almost incredible, position, Mick went to his driver's room to get back to himself, breathe, drink his water, and eventually change from his race suit.

Both lying on his couch, half of you draped over his still fireproof suit-clad body, you were lazily running your nails on the nape of his neck and even threading your fingers through his short hair. Mick was anxious, but a good kind of edgy, more relieved after all the stress, but he was happy with the fact that he had you around to pamper him. The truth was, he missed you like crazy.

So when his hands tightened around you and his lips found yours in a heated kiss, you were not even slightly surprised. He surprised you though when he moved his body to have more access to you and pushed your dress higher exposing your thighs and panties.

“Mick,” you breathe, trying to catch up with both: the fact that he doesn’t usually make out like this outside your house especially not at his driver's room where god knows anyone could walk in, and the fact that his kisses were hungry, taking everything he could. Curious, but precise, hands wandering around your torso, or legs.

“I just- missed you so much, and I am so relieved I got a good start for tomorrow,” he mumbles against your neck, lips biting and kissing your flesh and consequently getting a whimper out of you.

He hardens against your tighs when he hears and feels how your body answers to his. It’s just a beat before his lips find yours in another kiss, and his fingers brush against the inside of your legs nudging them apart and fitting his body there. You moan when your most intimate parts brush together and Mick swallows it grunting and smashing your bodies even closer.

“Fuck, Micky, you’re making me horny,” you hiss, grinding your pussy against his hard cock, still covered by his race suit.

Schumacher smirked against your lips, biting your chin and kissing your jaw, his hands starting a path to your chest, he was well aware of how hard your nipples were against the fabric of your dress, however when he was almost there, finally on the verge of throwing everything throw the window and fucking you on his driver's room couch, someone knocked on the door.

“Media duty again in 15, Mick!! We will be waiting.”

“Scheiße,” he cursed, dropping part of his weight deliciously on top of you.

You giggled, bringing his body closer and hugging him.

“Guess we won’t be able to tick driver's room from the crazy-places-to-have-sex list just yet,” you joke.

“Well, we still have 15 minutes,” Mick grins suggestively.

[nahoney22]

So I’ve come across some rude messages in my inbox and I can’t be arsed replying to them so I’ll address it here as it’s most about my requests as well as some other things I’ve decided upon:

To the anons sending me ‘I requested this two weeks ago where is it’ I have deleted it. Have patience. If you ask me nicely incase I have posted it and you haven’t seen it, then this doesn’t apply to you. Don’t be rude to me and again, have patience. I received 50+ requests and if you sent some in like a week after they had opened then you’re going to be waiting a while. Unless you want 100 word requests. I like to make an effort.

If you don’t follow me or never interacted with me, I won’t do your request. I don’t think I need to explain why.

If you have never interacted with my work before and claim you like what I write, I will not do your request. If you liked it, reblog it or comment to support me please.

Requests sent in after my requests are closed will be deleted no matter what. It’s not a pre booking system. Please wait until they are officially open.

If I’ve done your request and you don’t interact or even thank me even if you didn’t like it, I will not do another request of yours.

People who ignore my rules - I won’t do your requests.

I DO NOT DO CLONE X CLONE SO DO NOT ASK. THIS APPLIES TO POINT 6 ^

For future requests, anons will be off. You will be able to message me privately if you have a request - do not be embarrassed or shy ❤️

If I don’t like your request I’ll delete it if I know I can’t work with it. Sorry. ❤️

Please please please have patience.

[arachne4]

mmm yandere Wesker who can't stand to be without you, who fucking aches for you. Who can't breathe without you. You're an extension of himself, if you're sad unless it's about being taken away he's sad, if you're angry unless it's about being kidnapped he's angry. If you're happy he's happy. You're his existence, his life line. And if someone ever thought of taking you away from him? They'd know true agony beyond imagination.

I think Yan Wesker would be obsessed with his partner in an almost sickly way. Almost dependent on you.

He devotes his life to you, and he expects you to do the same. In his eyes, you're supposed to be devoted to him, and it'd be so ungrateful if you weren't.

[superfallingstars]

taking the last secret day of february to post my extremely belated valentine's ship art. featuring flonks for @remus-poopin, sapphic trans snily for @midnight1404, and sningsley (?) for @titconao3

[saradika-graphics]

requests are now - open!

please review the following before requesting:

request rules | in-progress | masterlist

requests that do not follow the rules will be deleted. requests will be completed as I find time & inspiration - sending one in is not a guarantee I will do it, but I will try my best!!!! 💖 and a huge huge thank you to everyone who has shared and sent kind words, it has meant so much and you are so appreciated!

[waterfallofspace]

While on a mission, D/abi finds out a little more about his temporary-partner. It seems his personality isn't the only thing H/awks finds a little hard to take.

Request from Anon, I hope it's alright that I wav'd it instead of writing! But don't worry, I promise I do have a few H/otwings prompts in the mix for fics too~

[taleweaver-ramblings]

Prayer request: please pray for my grandpa. He's having open-heart surgery tomorrow, and he has two other hospital-worthy health issues that they're going to have to figure out how to treat after that. He had a bad fall back in May, and while he was originally doing miraculously well, he stopped taking care of himself as well as he should have in July (right about when he should have been able to start doing more . . .), and that's led to a whole slew of issues.

Specific requests:

That the heart surgery goes well.

That the doctors will have wisdom to figure out how to treat the other issues.

That my grandpa will be receptive to whatever changes he needs to make to ensure these problems don't come back and new problems don't arise, and that he'd find the motivation to not stay in his current mindset (which seems to be that he's avoiding anything that requires effort).

This is a little selfish, but pray that my uncle (who's currently with my grandpa) would be able to stay with him for his recovery instead of making my mom come up again (after she already spent literally all summer taking care of my grandpa after his initial fall).

Thanks in advance.

[moldspicy]

dunno if your still taking character requests, but may i have a Giovanni? love your style, i wanna squeeze it affectionately

(bonus points if its his sygna suit)

here is a gio for you!!! 🤲✨✨✨

[cerise-on-top]

hey!!

First of all, just wanna say that I hope you are doing amazing! And I hope you don’t feel pressured or anything by the asks, and if you do, please take a break! You deserve it!!

I was still wondering if I could request AleRudy poly with a s/o who is a Metalhead? Like they have a battle vest (a vest with band patches all over it), loves punk and metal music, hell, maybe how they would react to me stagediving (climbing into the stage the band is playing on and jumping into the crowd) or me in a mosh pit (I can send you a video of one)

Thank you! And like I said, you are amazing!

Hey! Thank you, those are very kind words, I appreciate them ^^ And don't worry, if I feel overwhelmed I will take a break, but I mostly just get 1-2 requests a day these days, so it's alright!

AleRudy with a Metalhead!S/O

Rodolfo would somewhat vibe with your music. Whenever he’s especially pissed, he likes to listen to some aggressive music, like metal or some hard rock, to let out some of the anger. It doesn’t help in calming him down, but he feels better afterwards anyway. Outside of that, Alejandro sometimes listens to some classic bands, like AC/DC, The Rolling Stones or W.A.S.P. Aside from that, neither of them really listen to any of your music. It’s good to vibe to, has a great tune, but they usually leave some pop music on in the background, something they can just have on and ignore for the most part. Alejandro does like some classic Mexican music as well, though. So, neither of them would be too familiar with what you’re listening to. However, they think it’s really cool that you can enjoy such rough and fast paced music, many people shy away from it, after all. You could probably somewhat get them into it if you start out with either the classical songs or just some more mellow ones that aren’t too rough just yet. They love your little vest, though, since it looks awesome and really shows your dedication to those bands you like or have seen. If you slowly introduce them to your music, then you can slowly get them to have a vest of their own as well. It won’t be as magnificent as yours is, but they’ll try to add some patches of bands they’ve seen with you, which they liked. It’d be a small incentive for them to go to a concert with you, if they have the time.

You’d actually have an easier time dragging Rodolfo along than Alejandro. Don’t get me wrong, neither of them really mind going to concerts with you, but Rodolfo has found some bands he likes already. Because many of the classic bands don’t really play anymore, and because he doesn’t really know that many modern bands, Alejandro won’t know what he should listen to . Plus he prefers listening to the music he already knows. He may be open to something new if it’s really good, but he just sticks to the classics if he can. While neither of them may be familiar with the etiquette and customs of a concert, they’ll try for you. However, both of them will grow concerned when there’s suddenly a circle starting to form, one that you want to be part of. Rodolfo has heard about moshing before, but doesn’t really know what to think of it. It seems unnecessarily violent and crude, so he doesn’t want you to be part of such a thing. Alejandro is also hesitant, even if he has no idea in the slightest what’s going on. Both of them would try to convince you to not take part in it. With enough persuasion and asking them to get off your case, you could come to the agreement that Alejandro would go with you so you wouldn’t get hurt. You can tell him all you want that that’s just par for the course, he will come with you. Watches over you like a mother hen the entire time. Rodolfo does too, but he stands on the side and watches it all go down from there. It would take a few kind strangers helping you up to show them that moshing actually isn’t as bad as it might seem at first. However, one of them will always come with you and run alongside you whenever you wanna go moshing.

Once they’ve gotten accustomed to the idea of a mosh pit, you could partake in a wall of death as well. But that time both of them would be by your side. He wouldn’t admit it, but the idea of just ramming into someone does seem kind of fun to Alejandro, who, in turn, would convince Rodolfo to join as well. He would mention your safety being the highest priority, but in reality he just wants to goof around a bit with Rodolfo.

By then Rodolfo will likely have understood that metalheads really aren’t as scary as they may seem at first. He’ll just let you stagedive to your heart’s content, as long as you meet up again by the time the concert is over. It would actually be Alejandro who would fuss over you a bit since he’ll lose you out of his sight. Just convince him that you’ll be fine, that you won’t get hurt, and he’ll begrudgingly let you. He may not be too happy since he doesn’t want to lose you in a crowd this big, but he’ll let you if you really want it. Both of them will try to grab you and move you along, if you’re within reach, though. Again, as long as you find each other again once the concert is over, all is good. However, Alejandro won’t stop bugging Rodolfo about how you might be doing. It’s rare for Alejandro to be the uptight one this entire time and for Rodolfo to be so relaxed, but it can happen. The latter just really wants to enjoy the music. You’ll be fine, he trusts you.

So yeah, drag them along to a festival or a concert, they’ll have fun. Both of them have tinnitus from shooting guns anyway, so a concert won’t hurt them. They get to spend time with each other and with you, all the while listening to some good music.

[spxnglr]

Lmao it's not that serious my dude.

[serenescribe]

had a really rough day. wanted to get out my feelings through writing. easier by the crane wives is a lilia song. enjoy c:

“I’ll be back soon, Silver,” Lilia whispers, kneeling down to press a kiss against his son’s forehead, one hand cupping his cheek. “Be good, alright? Remember your chores, and your—”

“And my exercises, I know,” Silver answers, smiling brightly at him. And oh, it makes Lilia’s chest ache so deeply, like a hand has grasped around his beating heart, fingers curling tighter and squeezing until his breath chokes in his throat.

Everything about the boy, the child he has taken in as his own, makes him feel so strongly — especially the silver strands of silken locks that frame his face, causing the aurora glint of his pupils to shine even brighter. It is a feeling that Lilia dubbed as a negative years ago, when he had picked up that wooden cradle in the woods and watched the baby tucked within it open its eyes — a reflection of a foe long since slaughtered, an enemy that makes Lilia’s blood boil with rippling rage.

But lately, he cannot help but feel as though the feeling, the emotion he keeps cradled within his heart, is shifting. When Silver was younger, Lilia had to leave the house over and over, taking a breather for himself as he quelled his roaring rage, the impetuous youthful general of his mind screaming for him to take the boy out. But now, when he ruffles the young boy’s hair, or opens his arms when he clings to him for a hug, all Lilia feels is a candlelight swell of something warmth — so small and delicate, as though a single breath can blow it out.

And so, with confusion misting his mind and emotions tangling into his chest, Lilia leaves, again and again.

He leaves, travels far and wide, under the guise of missions and quests, or, when he has no further excuse, for his own private purposes. Lilia steps away from the cottage he has slowly begun to consider a home, wraps his heart with powerful armour, tucks away those muddled feelings for later, preferably never. Lilia stays away long enough, feeling the wind against his face, smelling the salt of the seas, feeling the heat of the sun he’s never truly loved beating down on his skin.

And when his tasks are done, or when he cannot stay away any longer, he returns.

Each and every time he comes home, Silver greets him with a smile, arms outstretched for a hug. “I missed you, Papa,” he says so shyly as Lilia lifts him up, mirth trickling into each new reunion, casting the memories in sunny hues. “I’m happy you’re home.”

And what is Lilia to do, then, when his heart seizes at those words? The armour breaks apart, a burst of something strong and hot sweeping through him; he coos in response, praises how good Silver has been, taking care of the house, looking after himself, my, what a mature child he is! But Lilia has never returned the words that Silver always whispers to him whenever he gets sleepy and Lilia tucks him into bed; he turns his head to the side, light locks of hair splayed out over his scratchy pillow, lips parting to murmur, “I love you, Papa.”

Everytime he hears those words—

(And it is never only during their reunions, for Silver always tells him that, brimming with such love that it makes some younger part of him freeze up, locking in place, bile rising through his throat.)

—Lilia has to leave again.

Silver is seven now. He has grown so much in such a short time — thus is the fragility of humankind, Lilia muses to himself. He used to think of it as a blessing when Silver was but a baby, for it would cut short the number of years they had to spend together. But now?

Lilia isn’t sure what to think now.

(Or perhaps it is more like he refuses to admit the truth to himself.)

He swallows down the lump in his throat, sucking in a deep breath. “I trust you to take care of yourself, dear,” he says as brightly as he can manage, fingers pulling away as he reaches for the swinging clasp of his travelling cloak. Lilia adjusts it, ensuring the hood can cover his face — the sunlight has always been a blasted enemy of his, after all — but as he turns to leave…

A tug.

He pauses. Turning his head to glance over his shoulder, Lilia’s eyes meet auroral pupils, wide eyes that gaze up at him as though he hung the stars.

“I love you, Papa,” Silver reminds him, shining so splendidly that it hurts. “Take care, okay?”

His ribs press in against his lungs, digging in tight, each breath shallow and raw.

“I will,” Lilia promises, voice shaky, forcing a smile that does not fit onto his face. “Thank you, Silver.”

And when he leaves again, walks the familiar path away from their home — and when has he begun to truly think of it that way? Lilia does not remember — Lilia’s steps grow faster and faster, breath catching in his throat until he’s running, practically flying, getting away as quickly as he can.

(For what reason does he run?

Is it because he cannot stand the sight of Silver, the boy who resembles the Dawn Knight to such an eerie extent?

Or is it because he’s unable to comprehend the possibility that he is getting attached?)

It is better to leave, again and again.

Until he can wrangle his feelings, until he can pick apart every flicker of doting warmth and every icy shard of contempt, until he can decide for himself that yes, he will leave or no, he will stay, permanently, irreversibly—

Lilia will wander the earth and hide the love that he feels, pushing it away until it becomes bearable enough for him to go home.