#an evening sketchy for you beloved anon

[andromeddog]

would you. consider. drawing joe toye.

yes, for you anon- boy toy joe toye

[randomnameless]

I hate how the fandom treats relationship between siblings in the Fe games. Sure some of them are brocon but not all, and it kills me that the only pair of siblings that managed to escape those are the one teasing. Like for example, the brocon in Leo for Camillla ok, i believe you. But Chrom and Emmeryn ? really ?! it's also painful that Chrom and Lissa escapes it just because Lissa is mischevious in nature but still while she admire her older brother, she still tease him! That's even worse when the 2 parties aren't related and then it is "emotional incest"... sorry i will never get over people getting mad at Leif/Nanna because of this, this ship among many others, and then says "iNcEsT haS aLwAyS bEeN PaRt of the series". It really is a yeas and nopes to this one remark

Antis will forever find soemthing to bash a ship they see as a rival ship lol

But yeah, as you said, that joke became old quite fast, and while I love a dynamic where siblings get along, let it be teasing or not (the Delbray sibs are fun too!) the recent games (FE16) made me painfully aware of how we were spoiled back then, when siblings had lines for each other and openly worried and talk about each other!

Watch me rant again, but I'll never be ok with FE16 carefully scrubbing Seteth of his interactions with Rhea bar the ones playing with the red herring or the "Billy centric" ones -

Like, can you imagine, one second, Reyson not rushing to Leanne after the Oliver chapters when they are reunited? Or an AU where Rafiel becomes feral, and only Ike chases after him as he runs away wanting to die alone - while Leanne and Reyson are sitting on the bench?

Nopes and FEH added more "dual teasing" context, but damn if FE16 was a slap in the face - and don't even get me started on how we still don't know if they are same gen nabateans (siblings like) or if Seteth isn't Rhea's big bro but only acts as her tired big bro.

[your-fave-adopted-you]

Hello!

Can I make a request with the guardians who find out that in another world fem!MC didn't have a good father figure? She has suffered psychological trauma and is afraid of men. Therefore fem!MC literally cries every time the guardian shows concern for her or gives her some kind of gift, because her father never did it.

Thank you for considering my request!

— anon🍤

We're really in it for the daddy issues huh, anon? well, same.

Guardian! School staff + fem! Mc with a shitty father back in her Home- world

Characters : Dire Crowley, Divus Crewel, Mozus Trein, Ashton Vargas

TW : Crowley being delusional. Slight mentions of emotional abuse.

Context : (y/n) is always doing her best as both a student and a classmate, helping people all the time and studying must be exhausting! her guardian knows that, and as recognition for her efforts, he sends her a gift. (Not Trein tho, he has enough kids to notice somethings wrong right away)

But wait, why is she frowning like that?

Dire Crowley

Oh! what a good student you are! what a kind classmate, no doubt!

of course all thanks to your amazing role model.

You're such a good kid! you never complain when your beloved dad asks for tiny little favors!

unlike your crusty, musty, almost rodent- excuse for a roommate

Ah, yes! such a great attitude is worthy of a sweet, sweet reward, right?

when you go back to Ramshackle after your classes, you notice a package in front of the door.

it has a note on it.

"Like father, like daughter! thanks for being such a great example for the others, (y/n)! ( please, open this inside)"

it also has a little poorly drawn picture of himself smiling and waving in the back of it.

when you get inside and you open it, it has ten claw-shaped silver rings, similar to the ones your guardian is always wearing.

you put them on one by one, and stare at your hands for a while.

you're frowning.

in fact, you feel your cheeks get warm, your eyes water.

what is this?

Crowley literally spawns out of nowhere, from behind you.

He rushes to see what's wrong.

you don't even question his presence, i mean, it's Crowley.

he's probably been there for a while, just to see your genuine, grateful reaction to his amazing gift!

and now you're crying.

"Are you okay, y/n ?? Does it hurt your skin???" he says noticing you're not wearing gloves underneath. "wait you're not fae either way... what's wrong????"

Your weird-ass dad is worried sick and that only makes you more emotional.

you two sit down on one of the couches.

You see, Crowley is not the best person on earth, let alone guardian.

In fact, in a lot of ways he's very questionable.

you knew that.

And still he was so much better than your actual father back home.

He had never ever insulted you, or shouted at you while he watched you cry.

It's true that sometimes he could be a little off-putting, but you never felt the need to be alert in his presence.

And when he gives you a gift it's not something he doesn't want, hell, it isn't any kind of up-front payment for any favor.

it wasn't an apology.

it was just a gift.

and for some reason, there's something so heartbreaking about that notion, there's so much grief that you're feeling, and have no idea of what to do with it.

so things like this do happen, huh?

you didn't want to think you hated men. it was stupid to hate half of the population.

And yet you always found yourself avoiding your teachers, and many students, except for Epel, for some reason.

Crowley was a good reason as to why believe that men in general were straight up sketchy.

And still, there he was. Silently by your side. waiting for you to let it all out. (confused, but trying)

Maybe he wanted to hug you, he wasn't sure if he should.

You just covered your face with your clawed hands.

Once you were done crying, you looked at them silently.

you weren't alone anymore. And the tears shining as they slid off the silver were proof of that.

By the way, Crowley is finally researching how to reach your world, but just so he can punch your father in the gut.

Divus Crewel

In Crewels eyes, you were the perfect kid. No questions asked.

You were always sincere about anything he asked you regarding his appearance.

"What do you think about this new tie, y/n?" "Do you think the socks and my coat are mismatched today? i have the impression..." "Hey, pup! is it noticeable that I'm wearing scarlet gloves today, instead of the usual crimson?"

Also, you showed to be quite determined and responsible, which was amazing but,

you were always alone, for some reason.

Anyone would think you were just very shy and introverted.

He kinda knew there was more to that but he also thought it would be better to let you open up to him about that subject.

also, you kept asking him to do your projects alone, in potionology, alchemy and so on, you always insisted in not having a partner, stuff like that.

even with this habit of taking all the work to yourself, you had pretty decent grades, so he decided to buy you a gift.

after your last class of the day, your guardian texts you, he has a surprise for you, so come see him!

When you do, he's waiting for you holding a beautifully wrapped box.

you open it and....!

there's a plushie of a puppy inside!

"Do you like it, pup? would you at least let him accompany you?"

you stay silent.

"it reminded me of you... Hey, are you okay?"

Why are you holding the plush like that, sinking your fingers on it? so tight that it looks like you want to suffocate it?

And why isn't Crewel immediately asking for something in return?

why does he look actually concerned, instead of expecting?

And most important, why are you asking yourself that?

"how much did it cost...?" you ask faintly.

"Why would you ask me that? y/n, are you okay?"

"Sorry, i didn't mean to-" and there they are, the tears that had been blurring your vision.

Since you got here, on Twisted Wonderland, no one has really treated you like back at home.

The boys tend to be kind and chaotic, and if they try to tease you they're immediately scolded by the teachers.

Right, the teachers. Your new guardian, Crewel never treated you with disrespect, he didn't scream at you like your father did, he was sassy on occasion, but he never insulted you.

But you weren't as relieved by that as you thought you should be, so

why were you so mad? so enraged?

why was your blood boiling while you stared at the cute puppy you were holding?

Because you had always deserved that, that's why.

Because it's right now, and not sooner, that you're finally experiencing the treatment you had always deserved.

Because you didn't even know what was it like to be loved and appreciated by your father, you only knew that yours was failing you at that.

you finally let yourself cry like a baby, Crewel, unsure of what to do, hugs you from the side and lets you complain about how you hated how your father back at home treated you.

You thank him for the gift and finally express your issue with men in general, you had to grow wary of them as a result of your home life.

next day you suddenly have a partner for the next upcoming project, and it seems like it's a certain someone that is more than glad to help you, and that will be patient no matter what.

Mozus Trein

I tell you, this man knows what's up.

He got really mad at you once, you kept dozing off during his lesson and threw a tiny piece of chalk at you.

obviously it wasn't meant to hurt you or anything

but your reaction was... strange.

just by raising his hand he noticed that you were... a little startled.

you flinched even before the chalk flew towards you, like if you fully expected it.

It was the first and last time he did that, because he didn't quite like that look on your face.

also, you apologized a little too many times about that.

For goodness sake, you hadn't killed his cat or anything.

So yeah, he kept an eye on you after that.

He noticed that you didn't like to hang out with your peers, it was strange

Because personality wise, you were nothing like, let's say, mr.Shroud.

Today, you're not even looking at him in the eye.

Suspicious.

when he asks about homework, you mutter that Grim ate it.

Now, don't misinterpretate this situation ok?

he believes you

But Grim is your roommate, you LIVE WITH HIM

listen. you know him. YOU SHOULD'VE KNOWN BETTER THAN PUTTING YOUR HOMEWORK IN A PLACE WHERE HE COULD REACH IT.

It's your responsibility yk you're the one living with a literal monster.

As scary as Mr.Trein sounds, the rest of the students are laughing their ass off behind their books

and i don't blame them.

but you're starting to get a little too upset.

So you get up and and go away.

you were crying. literal tears???? but why????

he had only raised his voiced a little.

It wasn't even that big of an issue-

why were you crying???

you're more embarrassed than upset ngl

when the lesson ends you're a bit more calm, and he calls you in.

He knows that you've been crying.

You know he knows.

what a mess.

after apologizing a million times for leaving earlier, he finally asks you directly.

was he really that scary?

Since you've had time to think, you explain what kind of home life you had before and that in retrospective, it may had fucked you up a little bit.

after a very uncomfortable silence, maybe you can't tell-

But his gaze has softened.

"y/n, dear... that is not going to happen again, and I'm personally responsible for your wellbeing so, if i try and show more patience, could you perhaps gift me some of your trust?"

yeah it's definitely easier said than done.

Still, the following days every time you fuck up he will teach you how to do things right, instead of angrily asking you why you didn't get them right in the first place.

it's a little step at a time, but you're already feeling better.

Also, Grim is a great ice breaker, you find out that half of your classmates are straight up himbos.

you're safe here.

Ashton Vargas

this is yet another overly proud dad.

he will refer to himself as your dad no matter what. you're his kid now alright.

Truth is, you two don't have a lot in common, at least interest-wise.

but he appreciates you for always trying your best.

lately he had noticed you yelling obscenities at the tv.

you're not really into sports but you've been watching the sport's channel a lot.

turns out there was certain team from certain academy that you ABSOLUTELY DESPISED

so you watch their competitions just to pray on their downfall. It's really satisfying seeing them lose especially since they are so popular.

Ashton finds this so entertaining omg

It's almost as funny as watching the first time Mr.Ashengrotto tried to get on a broom.

next weekend he surprises you with two tickets to their next game!

you are so excited!!

since the very minute the game starts you insult them every chance you get, every time they mess up.

your guardian is also having the time of his life seeing you so invested.

Dad is so proud of his little hater girl!!!

suddenly the crowd goes silent.

there's so much tension in the air!!!

AAAAAAND BY 3 POINTS THOSE ASSHOLES HAVE LOST!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!

you jump and cheer, to no one in particular actually.

then he notices you're tearing up a little.

"what's wrong? did you actually want them to win???" he shouts so you can hear him

you look at him as tears run down your face, at first you have a big smile on your face but then...

Your guardian can be a little too much at times.

He can be tiring, sometimes he can be very hard headed.

But he always means well.

Since you got to twisted wonderland, he's the one you come after when you're scared, or tired, or sad.

he's very good at being a dad!

oh you can tell.

because never in your life you would be living a moment like this back at home.

it's a bittersweet feeling, really.

Because your own father could not even treat you like a person with, actual feelings most days.

And then, this teacher that knows so little about your previous life is so open to help you whenever you need, to lift up your spirits and push you to be better...

when you arrived you were intimidated by the rest of the school staff but honestly this man has made everything easier.

is it enough reason to feel so moved?

maybe, who knows...

you will tell him everything he should know about what kind of challenges you went through

but now,

right now,

This stupid team that you hate so much has lost yet another time.

[simpliao]

hola mi amigo, you wanna ask, I'll give you a lovey dovey ask, what happens when reader, later on in their marriage, found out she expecting and jschlatt and her try telling her in-laws, and they manage to, but at the expense of her getting hassled with snide comments. Maybe it can be an angst to fluff, idk, I like that drama

😩💅🍺

no one else matters ; (irl) schlatt x reader

– part one , – part two , – part three , – part four , – part five , – part six

summary : y/n is eating for two ! although she’s early on, schlatt is excited to tell his family of their to-be newest member… but they just can’t seem to bite their tongues.

info : rude family members, body shaming, heavy swearing, angst to fluff, cute nicknames, pregnant afab she/her reader.

a/n : i hope to god no one goes through my search history because someone is going to think i'm pregnant, it took so much research and ahhhh... hope you enjoy anon !

"They'll be over the moon about it so don't worry, but if anything happens come find me, alright? Stress can hurt the baby, but more importantly it can hurt you."

It was what her husband had been reiterating over and over since they had first agreed to come by for Christmas holidays, hosted of course by his family. By time the time to travel had arrived, she was just past her first trimester and visibly pregnant. Knowing his family and with the handful of times they had interacted, it wasn't always pretty, but knowing of how pushy they were about pregnancy beforehand she only wished for a civil two weeks.

The flight over had gone without a hitch, minus the glares Schlatt wouldn't be afraid to give anyone that he found mildly sketchy or got too close to them in general. Since having found out about the third member that would be forming their family, to say he's become overprotective would be a bit of an understatement. He attended every appointment with her doctor, and executed every order with conviction. You needed prenatal vitamins? He would stop streaming, or whatever he was doing, just to make sure you took them every day, no exceptions. There was a worry about not getting enough fruit or vegetables in your diet? He would sit there and (jokingly) make plane noises to try and feed you, which depending on the day can either make you bawl or laugh hysterically (no in-between).

Many late nights he was awoken to her soft whimpering, and a plea for whatever weird craving that seemed to have disrupted your sleep. He didn't mind getting it, no matter the hour, so long as she didn't try and get things on her own. No leaving the house alone, he know he wouldn't be able to live with himself should he lose both his beloved and his child. It was kept under drapes that she was pregnant for a handful of reasons, if in the situation that she falls victim to a miscarriage, having to explain that to other people would only dishearten the both of them. He was especially adamant about not telling anyone for the fact that if it got out, he didn't want his audience in particular to make their shitty comments and stress her out. Especially when she was more emotionally fragile, and that stress could lead to losing the baby.

But now, standing outside of his old family home, he gave her a reassuring smile and a gentle reminder. "We got this, you got this. I'm sure they'll be happy and all over you, so if you get overwhelmed you always have me." And with the ringing of the doorbell a scurry of different things could be heard from behind, until the door opened to reveal his parents. Smiles were exchanged, it was a bit of a blur to the smaller woman who kind of followed her husband around like a baby duck, the excess in hormones in her body did make her mind slightly fuzzier so it was hard to keep up with multiple different stimuli. And under a heavy winter coat no one even noticed the bulge of her stomach... Except they did.

"Y/n!" Her name was called, turning around she was met with a group of her female in-laws; and with sheepish smile she waved them hello. Before she could even utter out a greeting they had already spoken, "did you gain weight?" The impulsive question making heat rush to her cheeks, again, she opened her mouth to say something. "Ah, no, well actually I'm–..." "You know keeping in shape is an important duty of a wife, if you get too ugly it won't surprise me if you guys get divorced." They held the brightest smiles as if they were giving the most wholesome of advice, but a feeling of dread washed over her as she fought back the urge to cry.

She internally cursed knowing she was way more sensitive than she should be, and quickly looked behind her for reassurance. But Schlatt wasn't there, and with the crowd of relatives that she couldn't exactly recognize it only served to overwhelm her. Their words pierced her heart despite knowing how poorly his family was at wording what they meant; too ugly? So she was already uglier then they knew her to be, what if her pregnant body wasn't as attractive as Schlatt claimed it to be? What if he really hated how she looked? Was she really that unattractive? "You think so..?" She uttered out, "I mean I... He still thinks that I'm pretty even if–" "men lie all the time sweetheart, if you really want to keep him you should consider losing a few. Bloated doesn't look good on you." She sucked in her lower lip and suppressed her urge to bawl, they were probably right, and quietly nodded her head. She knew she'd been eating a lot, he must have thought of her as such a pig.

Yet across the room her husband was completely gushing about his gorgeous, pregnant wife; having already told his mother while his dad had taken their heavy bags to set aside. He was ready to show everyone the ultrasound picture of to-be newest member of the Schlatt family, it was evident from the smile and shine in his eyes that he thought nothing less of the woman he married. He was completely absorbed into conversation that he hadn't noticed the lack of her at his side, and when he leaned into ask for the photograph of their little bundle of joy; he was surprised to not find her where he was sure she stood.

Excusing himself, and being taller than majority of people it wasn't hard to spot her towards the entrance speaking with a group of his female relatives; he approached will a smile and expected her to have already told them. Out of everyone they should have been the happiest, he remembered damn correctly that they were the ones that were pressuring her into having a child just a handful of years back.

"...if you really want to keep him you should consider losing a few. Bloated doesn't look good on you." What? He had heard one of them, just a short distance away his wife turned away from him held her arms and was dreadfully silent. "What the fuck did you just say?" His voice practically boomed above the ambient jumbled up sound of other conversations being held; the group themselves turning to him as well as a few close bystanders. His pretty girl looked at him with surprise and the most crestfallen look, she was on the verge of spilling into a puddle of tears, and he rushed to her side to make sure she wouldn't fall if that was the case.

"Oh! Yeah, just woman talk, you know? She got pudgy and we figured that we'd give our advice and–" "She doesn't need your advice. You've fucked with her head once, I'm not letting you do it again." "Oh, come on Jay, you're really telling me you want a fat, ugly wife?" His focus was upon his almost bawling wife until those last three words left the brunettes mouth; the group glowing with confidence until he turned his head to look at them. They all shrunk under his furious glare, arms wrapped around his smaller lover protectively, words spat with venom and repugnance. "Shut your fucking mouth bitch. Y/n will always be more of a beautiful woman than any of you will ever be. You were the fuckers that wanted her to have a child so bad, and the minute she's pregnant you say shit like that? Do you want us to lose the baby that bad?" Realization flashes their faces at the word pregnant, other members of the family had all taken to notice and begun to stare; their eyes feeling like harsh burns to the smaller woman even if she was shielded by most.

Schlatt had learned to feel her anxiety over time, and his face visibly softened when he felt her arms grip tighter onto his knitted sweater. He let out a soft huff, "we're leaving. You can tell Mom exactly what happened, I can't have Y/n stress out anymore." The room fell silent after everyone had watched the exchange, abashed and shameful looks upon those women's faces as he escorted his lover out. He quickly grabbed his coat and opened the door for his wife, slamming it behind him as the moment the pair were outside a breath of relief escaped him; the atmosphere in there he knew to be suffocating

"Sweetheart..." He began softly, he looked before him where his lover stood with her hands attempting to rub away tears. They had barely been in there for fifteen minutes. "Do you think I'm..." A soft hiccup briefly interrupted her, "...pretty?" A frown fell upon his features, as he rushed in to gently hold her, he didn't want to ask everything that they said as to not have her revisit it; but he knew it couldn't have been any good. He hushed her tears endearingly, letting her begin to cry into the corduroy of his jacket. "Y/n... Do you remember my wedding vows?" He could feel her shake her head no into the material of his jacket. "...I will forever love your smile, your laugh, your body, and you, no matter how imperfect you believe you are. Those were my exact words, I remember them because I mean them. You'll always be so enchanting in my eyes, because you're not just a beautiful face. You're my wonderful wife, you're a damn funny woman, you care about me more than anyone else on this shitty planet, and you'll make for an incredible mother to our child."

He held her close to protect her from the cold, he could feel her gentle smile against his chest, a gentle snow beginning to fall around them. "We don't have to be here, we still have some of our stuff in the car. I'll get us a nice hotel for the night and we can order in whatever you're feeling. How does that sound?" She pulled her head away and seeing that redness around her eyes strained at his heart, he never liked to see his darling cry. "But... But what about your–..." "They can shove their feelings or remarks right back up their ass. No one else matters but my wife and our child, and seeing you so distraught isn't good for all three of us. As much as I know my cousins mean well what they said was fucked, if I see the, again tonight I'm going to end up in a fight. I'm sure their husbands won't be happy with their wives loosing a couple teeth, huh toots?" She let out an almost inaudible chuckle, despite it all and despite how her emotions have been in full swing, nothing made her more centred or relaxed than her husband. He had her glued to his side as they made it to the car, opening the passenger side of the rented out Tesla and kissing her forehead before letting her inside.

He did live up to his promise by finding a luxury hotel closer to the city that offered twenty-four hour room service, and he made sure to share a piece of cake with his lover. Assuring her to eat what she wanted, and that he'd love her no matter what.

[roosterr]

The first time you went drinking with John, he stayed silent as you ordered a glass of sweet, dry moscato. At worst, maybe he shot you a slightly judgmental look, but he stayed silent.

The second time, as you ordered a fun sounding cocktail, he possibly grumbled something about there being better choices on the drink menu, but you didn’t pay much attention.

The third time, when you dared make the mistake of ordering a shot of fireball, he loudly proclaimed his disapproval.

“What are you, a college student?” He grumbled, before you tossed back the sweet cinnamony shot and gave him a tipsy smile. He never once looked more judgmental.

“Don’t whine to me later when you’re puking that back up”

And you did not whine to him about that. No, what you did end up whining to him about, while completely hammered, was begging him to walk you to the sketchy McDonald’s down the street. He obliged.

That, of course, brought you to tonight. Before you had even the chance to speak to the pretty girl behind the counter, he had swooped in.

Now, she was pouring something into a pair of shot glasses as John tsked.

“Your palette is like a child. That sweet shite isn’t worth drinking.”

“I don’t think kids can drink, John” you rolled your eyes.

“I can order for myself”

“Just drink the fucking shot” he all but commanded. With a perhaps overly dramatic sigh, you picked up the little glass, feeling liquor drip onto your fingers as price clinked his own to yours.

You couldn’t help but grimace at the taste, and the burn. He smiled at your expression.

“What was that?” You asked, putting the glass down, the liquor warming your chest and going straight to your head.

“Wild Turkey 101, one of Simon’s favorites”

“Is he a masochist?” You blurted. Price opened his mouth, but before he could speak you cut him off, mind clouded with the liquor. Christ, one shot and you’re this fucked?

“wait, don’t answer that. Think I already know”

He chuckled a bit at that.

“Well don’t let him hear you.” You nodded, and watched in horror as the girl reached for another top shelf bottle, a gin this time. This was going to be a long night.

ANON!!!!!!!! MY BELOVED ANON!!!!!!! IM IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!!!!!

[dreemurr-skelememer]

kia can i just confess something

i just. really love your artstyle!! like all of them!! even the silly doodles, even the sketchy drawings!! everything you make is just so so cool and your dreamtale takes are like really really cool!!!

i have to say, if it weren't for your errink blog, i wouldn't be falling so hard for error like i am rn.... (also TREEHOUSE AU MY BELOVED.....) and gin!!! oh my god, i love gin!! and silverware is currently another addition to my ship list cjshdbsj

i'm too shy to reveal my real tumblr to you but just so you know, you're cool!! and i hope you for the best in college!! may the future be bright for you!! have a good day!! ^^

—📄

ANON....THIS IS SUPER DUPER SWEET.....

thank you so much for appreciating my work! and for the kind words!!!!! this genuinely means the world to me, i wish the same for you as well!

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here friend, ready and looking forward to being absolutely unhinged and insufferable for RWRB premier day!! I am ready for this to become my whole personality for the next 5-10 business days and block off time this weekend to read endless amounts of fanfic. Like you said, things won't always play out the way they did in the book and there are probably some scenes I'd love to see onscreen that they just won't have time for, but everyone involved looks like they're so happy and having fun, the clips we've gotten do nothing but bring me joy, and the director and the actors feel like they're so, so respectful of the source material I just can't imagine how it could go wrong at this point. So I'm busting out the popcorn and cheap champagne tonight bestie, we deserve this 🍿🍾!!

And I know you won't have time to do a song before hand, and I kind of want to watch that part of the book play out before I commit, but I absolutely have had a song in mind since I saw that still of Henry leaving a sleeping Alex at the lakehouse. And not just any song, THE SONG, my absolute beloved of SaL songs (I know you know which one). Just how perfect would that be as a Henry POV, with all its water imagery, during their sort of break up that starts with them swimming in the lake and ends during a downpour (I can hear the " I'm only honest when it rains" on repeat in my head)?? Let's see if the movie will deliver all my angsty hopes for that scene, but even if it doesn't I don't think I'll be disappointed. So cheers friend, let's do this 🥂🥂🥂!!!

I have a few hours left and I am dyyyyying to leave work and go Prepare To Be Wrecked! Also, I really need movies and shows to get it together and start utilizing more Sleeping at Last songs for their gut punch potential in sad/dramatic/tender scenes. I can't wait to talk about Neptune (and any other songs that might strike a chord), and flail about something FUN and FUNNY, that doesn't shy away from the love story. I am having a lot of stress today (lots of "is this hotel booking site sketchy or is my bank just being difficult again" stress which is making concert preparations less than fun and joyful) so this is exactly what I need! And as someone who loves love stories, I am READY to be a blushing, giggling mess for 2 hours about these two.

Cheers bestie, I can't wait to talk to you in 3-5 business days when everyone has finally stopped hitting their post limits every day with RWRB gifset reblogs!

[abyssal-memories-and-dreams]

AAAhh I'm the anon that requested twst boys meeting their girlfriends family - it was so good and awesome 💕💕💕💕💕 I'm glad you enjoyed writing it. If you don't mind may I request the same for Azul, Rook and Jack please?

Hi, Luv! Likewise, I’m glad you enjoyed the first part, and I’m ecstatic to hear that you want more! Here you go, Anon! Sorry that this took so long!

Part 1 can be found here! https://twisted-wonderland-insanity.tumblr.com/post/620318557803282432/yay-new-tw-blog-can-i-ask-hqs-for-mallets-leona

Meeting their Fem! (S/O)’s Family Pt. 2 (ft. Azul Ashengrotto, Rook Hunt, and Jack Howl)

~Azul Ashengrotto~

Your father is immediately giving Azul the stink eye as soon as he walks through the door and into your home. Given his suit, his cheerful smirk, and the overall devious aura about him, it’s no wonder if any adults in your family think he’s a Mafioso.

However, Azul has a plan ready to act upon just for this occasion - he’s willing to prove to them that he’s the one for you, after all!

Like Vil, his biggest strength is his sharp tongue. Being what some consider a ‘conman,’ Azul knows how to sweeten his words to win anyone over. How do you think he got his contracts, after all?

However, he will show more compassion to your family than any of his clients. He’ll give you mother an endless amount of compliments, and even bring a gift for both of your parents as thanks for inviting him over.

Even if he finds children a bit annoying, he’s willing to play with any younger siblings that you have. Most notably, he could offer his coat and hat to them to dress up in, calling them a ‘young man’ or a ‘little lady’ if they accept. 

If you have any older siblings, he’s adept to strike a civil conversation with them. It doesn’t matter what the topic is about, or his knowledge on it, Azul will listen to whatever they’re interested in if it means that they’ll like him more.

If your father tries to bombard him with questions, he’s not worried - at least, not visibly at least. On the inside, he is DEFINITELY nervous about whether or not he succeeds at winning him over, but he tries to hide it in his facade. Nonetheless, he is still very courteous during his conversation with your parents.

“Thank you Mr. and Mrs. (L/N) for inviting me to this amazing dinner tonight. It was a pleasure getting to know you all, and I hope that I can see you again in the near future. Your daughter is an amazing woman, and I hope that you’ll accept my love and consideration for her just as I do with yours.”

When the night is over, Azul has won over most of your family members. Most of them will set aside his appearance (all accept your father, go figures) and see him as a charming and sweet gentleman. This all comes at a cost of Azul’s stress and adrenaline increasing due to how much he had to do to get their favor. However, no need to worry! Jade and Floyd MAY have been looking over you two from the outside in case something went wrong.

~Rook Hunt~

Ironically enough, Rook is actually pretty excited to meet your family, wanting to know how amazing they are if they were able to bring you into the world. Just make sure that you tell your boyfriend to maybe tone it down a bit.

Spoiler alert, he forgets about this precaution, and your family is put off by his overtly cheerful behavior at first. Your father in particular feels like he’s putting a facade to hide the fact that he might not be worthy of you. 

Don’t worry, though. Rook might not have a strong tongue like Vil, but he does indeed do his best to follow by example. For your sake, he will try his best to tone it down for the remainder of the night.

Yes, Rook might be a bit perturbed if any siblings you have decide to poke fun at his haircut or his personality, but will nonetheless feign ignorance to that kind of behavior. He’s a gentleman, after all, so no ruckus will be made during the dinner table.

Did I forget to mention that Rook took his daily dose of respect women juice before heading to your place? Because if I didn’t, then now you know! Like Vil, he treats all the women in your family with utter respect and compassion, and might even befriend your mother with his wellness tips and compliments.

Your father, unsurprisingly, is the most difficult person for him to please. However, unlike some people who find it annoying, Rook understands where his overprotectiveness comes from. Like himself, your father can’t help but dote on you constantly and make sure you’re alright.

Luckily for Rook, he uses his greatest strength of all to try and persuade your father - his use of pathos.

“Monsieur (L/N), it was an absolute honor meeting you tonight. Before I leave, I would like to leave an appraisal. (S/O) is mon seul vrai amour - my muse and inspiration! Her smile brightens up whatever room she is in, and I am eternally grateful that she has chosen me as her beloved partner. S'il vous plaît, Monsieur (L/N), my only hope is that I’m willing to protect her forevermore just as you have done so your entire life.”

When he leaves, your family is somewhat mixed about him. Some people find his personality as oddly charming and funny. Others, however, find Rook to be sketchy and too outlandish for you hello father dearest. But overall, he is pretty confident about tonight’s encounter and hopes to meet them again.

~Jack Howl~

Ok, let me be frank and say that your family might be intimidated and/or startled by Jack the first time they see him. With his resting scowl and enormous height, don’t be surprised when the first thing they think of him is “delinquent.”

Which is precisely why your father is immediately set on placing you guys on separate sides of the dinner table. This angers Jack to no end, seeing as though he never gave him a chance to prove himself as worthy.

Jack may not be the best for his words, but tonight he will try his best to appease your family through his actions. He has his mind set to one goal, and one goal only - making sure that your family approves of your relationship with him.

Does your mother need help setting up the table to washing the dishes after? He’ll quietly offer to do it, and if she consents, he will do so without any complaints.

With siblings, the best way to win them over is to play games with them. Despite his brute strength, he will try his best to make it easy for them just so that they can have fun. The best part about this? Any young siblings that he can carry on his shoulders will ABSOLUTELY love him if they do that! Albeit, he will have a blushing face afterward...

And then there was... your father. Oh dear King of Beasts, have mercy on his soul. As stated before, Jack’s not exactly the best at conveying his emotions through words as much as through actions, so if your dad starts to bombard him with question after question, chances are he might not even answer them all.

However, annoyed after seemingly being asked a hundred questions, he will stand up for the two of you with annoyance at your father. He can tell that his overprotectiveness is almost suffocating on you, and you deserve better than that! Most of all, he will not hesitate to say that directly at your father’s face.

“Listen, Mr. (L/N), all night long I have tried to prove myself to you because your daughter and I agreed it would be the right thing to do for our relationship. If I didn’t love (S/O), I wouldn’t have gone through this night hoping that it would be a success. Clearly, however, you don’t see that in me. And clearly, you don’t see that I’m good for (S/O)! I understand that you want what’s best for your daughter, but I also want you to see that she doesn’t want you breathing down her neck every five seconds! So please, give us a chance, if not for me, then for her!”

After that speech, all of your family is left in shock. After Jack leaves, he doesn’t know how your father reacts after. Would he be angry at your boyfriend, or unresentful? Would he question his parenting skills, or forbid you from seeing him for the next month? Whatever the case, Jack is content with what he said. Could he have been gentler with his words? Maybe. But he still said what he thought needed to be said, and he hopes that your dad takes his words into considerations.

Besides, chances are he did happen to win someone over that night. If not your mother, then perhaps your siblings.

[russell-63]

☕️ still super pissed at red bull for their obnoxious behaviour over a racing incident — I’ve read the opinions of other pundits and drivers and I think if they want to sue Lewis over it then m*x needs to be held accountable too for failing to give space by thoughtlessly and selfishly cutting in.

I’m also super disappointed at some of the blogs on here that jumped on the wagon to hate on Lewis, even some blogs I followed and thought were respectful gave me whiplash at how quickly they babied m*x and accused Lewis of ‘‘‘murder’’’’ when it was a FUCKING RACING INCIDENT, and excuse me; m*x was sent to the hospital because it’s routine and procedure just in case something happens after the incident.

As much as I hated to do it I unfollowed several blogs because I couldn’t deal with their hate; one even tagged that cherry picked quote from Lewis saying “he’s always been whiny and hypocritical” like girl, have you not seen your beloved m*x?? And Instagram is even worse, they’re literally persecuting Lewis on there and I can’t believe m*x fans are that dense and hypocritical. I’ve always heard f1blr is the more positive and safer space for f1 discourse but it’s beginning to look similar to Twitter and Instagram … I feel so alone and targeted just for supporting Lewis. I won’t lie, I’m not m*x’s biggest fan and I never will be - especially after this - but before this I didn’t mind him, but now I don’t want anything to do with him. And the whole lando and Lewis thing looks sus too, lando is besties with m*x and he’s said shit about Lewis before so him being buddy-buddy seems so off but idk enough to make a proper judgement on that.

Also, I doubt red bull’s appeal will work because not only is their eVidEnCe sketchy but there’s been a wide range of knowledgeable voices stating it was a racing incident. I feel like everyone’s already moved on and just want to continue on with the season but red bull are trying to leech onto whatever they can to get an advantage (yes, like the other anon, I agree that if they think doing this is going to make them winners then they’re DEAD wrong — this is not the mindset or behaviour of title competitors or the type of precedent I want to see being set because it’ll just ruin racing) I hope the fia don’t give in just to shut red bull up, I hope they give them a good beating for their obnoxiousness and bullheadedness.

I’m so sorry for the long rant, I just really needed to get this off my chest…thank you so much for your time! I’m really looking forward to hearing your opinions on these!!

Anon, I wholeheartedly agree and you can always feel free to rant to me here!

My personal advice is, just block people. Don't be sorry for them, if it hurts you, keep them away from yourself. Yes f1blr turns more and more into twitter the past weeks and it's annoying me too. Your own health matters the most, on the Internet just as much as in real life! Take care of yourself!! 💖

send me a ☕️ and an opinion (popular or unpopular) and i’ll say whether i agree or disagree

[storybycorey]

1/4: I don’t know if this is super weird, aside from super random, but I kind of wish I could get you and author WTFMulder/Chelsea into a non-sketchy chat room of sorts to ask you both smut questions. Like a fan fiction sex column type of thing. Every time I read your stories, besides needing a fan, I feel like I could fill a notepad on the side with questions (for all smut writers, but you two stick out in the best of ways). Questions like, “What is it with smut and the appeal of Mulder or

2/4: Scully’s sweat? It’s never Mulder or Scully “smells so good”. There is always a mention of sweat as if the sweat itself is a good thing. When is the smell of sweat a good thing? Why would you want your beloved to smell your sweat? Is it awful of me that I don’t want to smell my beloved’s sweat? Or questions like: Why do Scully and Mulder rarely take showers before getting it on? I assumed at first it was an editing thing with smut writers, but then noticed that the absence of a shower is

3/4: sometimes mentioned, so if it is mentioned, why mention that and not a shower? Wouldn’t them showering be an excuse to fit in another smut scene? I mean, these two rascals work all day in the field, in forests, etc - and then THE moment comes and UST has to turn into RST and and anddd they don’t shower? Because they like the smell of each other’s sweat?! haha. I’m teasing a bit, but I’m genuinely curious and I know you’ve read a lot of smut and that you answer a lot of your reader’s

4/4: questions, and these questions are beginning to distract me from these stories! I’m always like, “they better have used wet wipes throughout the day when they’ve peed AT LEAST.” As if this were all for real or something. Let me stop embarrassing myself (probably!). Byeeee. *goes to reread When The Lights Are Off where at least Scully showers for her beloved ;-)

Okay, anon, this message was a ride lol. And hey, next time everyone wants to head down to Florida, @wtfmulder and I can meet you at Downtown Disney for a smut chat, right Chelsea?

So, in response to your specific smut observations:

Re: sweat.  This is one I don’t have a great answer to, because I personally find sweat to be a bit gross and disgusting, and I wouldn’t be turned on by it the way some fics suggest Mulder and Scully are. So I’m with you on that one.  I’m trying to think if I’ve ever written much about sweat, and maybe I’ve talked about Scully wanting to lick the sweat off Mulder’s neck or something, but personally, gag- no, I wouldn’t want to do that lol!  I think in fic, it’s maybe a thing because it makes for descriptive writing. It engages the senses and really puts the reader into the moment. Plus, you have to admit that even stuff you’re not personally into at all is somehow hot if Mulder and Scully are doing it, don’t you think?

Then re: showering. Now on that point, I’m not with you.  Do most people stop and take a shower before they have sex?  If my husband and I showered every time we were going to have sex, then we’d literally never have sex!  It’s too much work! However, maybe I’m in the minority. I have a terrible sense of smell, so I don’t personally get too offended by someone’s end of the day smell- usually I don’t even notice it.  

So, those are my thoughts on the questions you raised. Anyone else, feel free to weigh in!

[surrealsunday]

Hi! Can you see bro/sis dynamic between elliot and lola? I don't like how he approaches her. To me it's more flirty/curious. Skamfr could choose that acting path to mess up with us or its just by accident. Anyways Drama for drama (sadly)

(x2) but what if they make eliott so dark and messy that we start to rooth for elus breakup. But they make elu stay together even when they clearly shouldnt only because 'they are meant to be' and they sweep everything under the rug 🤔

(x3) im really sad at how unhealthy they’ve portrayed elu’s relationship seeing as I’ve come to be extremely emotionally attached to them :( do u have any spare headcanons/snippets showing tempo/HE elu being healthy and cute soulmates?

I hope you guys don’t mind me putting these messages into one ask. I’ll answer each of you. I just thought I’d do so in the interests of keeping this discussion tucked together in one message.

So first anon, I’m not sure honestly. I wouldn’t be surprised if the direction was to make those scenes read as a little flirty. I could see that being done as a manipulative tactic to get everyone frothing at the mouth out of worry. But with that said, Maxence has a very naturally alluring quality about him that honestly makes him seem flirty when that is perhaps not the intent. That boy could truly have chemistry with a brick wall. I noticed that especially in his Le Diable film. He had chemistry with literally every character he was in a scene with. So I think that very unique quality of Maxence’s does skew some scenes to read as a bit more intense and flirty than they are necessarily intended. At least that is how I will read things for now.

Second anon, my worst fear honestly. Also the reason I am back to being cautious about what I watch. Because for me elu is not just a couple I really love, they’ve become a really important and beloved creative outlet (in the form of fic). And I really and truly don’t want to lose that. So yeah, let’s hope things don’t go that way whatsoever.

Third anon, my sweets I’m sorry you’re feeling down about things as well. I know how you feel for sure. Ohhhh the joys of being hugely attached to fictional characters lol. Ok let’s think of a fun headcanon for elu... whether this is in the future or just in a parallel universe where elu are doing things a little differently... Lucas would totally insist on having his own tag. And of course this would need to be a hedgehog - we all know that Lucas absolutely latched onto the idea that Eliott had chosen his spirit animal in s3. So Eliott would make him his own stencil - definitely in the same style as Eliott’s raccoon (with the play on positive/negative space). Lucas insists on going back to some of the places Eliott has already tagged, in order to add his hedgehog because, I mean, obviously the raccoon shouldn’t be all alone without it’s hedgehog. This would lead to much hilarity of course when Lucas sees the sketchy places Eliott has chosen to tag. I picture Lucas looking up at some tiny ledge at the top of a sketchy ladder on the side of a building, then looking over at Eliott like ‘you have to be kidding me’. But we all know when it comes to adventure and Eliott, it’s not long before Lucas gives in. So the hedgehogs get added!

[lostcybertronian]

98 with dost hark?? -vamp anon

Technically dost hark???

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Prompt 98: “I just want you to be happy.”

    “How long has he been like this?”

    “Since just before midnight.” Dr. Iplier stood in shorts and a t-shirt, feeling almost naked without his labcoat and head mirror. But there hadn’t been time to put it on. “I woke up and he was convulsing. Like he was having a seizure.”

    Dark frowned. “You think it was a vision?”

    Dr. Iplier looked toward the bed, where the Host huddled, curled into a ball, his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around him. He looked like a scared little kid; that is, a scared little kid with dirty bandages wrapped tight around his eyes. Fresh blood leaked from them, trickling down his cheeks, but otherwise he didn’t move, didn’t narrate, didn’t respond in any way. Merely faced forward, silent as the grave. “I know so. He showed classic signs. But I’ve never seen him react like this.” He looked at Dark. “It must have been bad.”

    Dark grunted. Approached the Host. “Host,” he said, sharp and loud, more like a bark than anything else. “Can you hear me?”

    No response. Growing impatient, Dark tried again, ending with the same result.

    “I think we should wait,” Dr. Iplier tried. “Maybe he’ll come out of it on his own-”

    But Dark wasn’t listening; he grabbed the Host by his shoulders and shook him, breaking the man out of his fetal position and cracking his head against the backboard.

    “Snap out of it, Host,” he ordered, “I need to know what you saw.” 

    He waited a moment, a moment during which the Host’s hands began to shake and his lips began to move. His chest heaved up, shuddered down as he took one breath, then another.

    “What did you see?” Dark repeated, ignoring Dr. Iplier’s soft gasp of “Dark!” and giving him another firm shake. 

    The Host’s lips moved again, gaping and closing soundlessly like a fish out of water. His hands quaked violently as he brought them up to cover his face.

    He would speak a second later, but he would only say one word, half-muffled and slurred through the haze of an addled mind.

    “You.”

—

    Host! Help me!

    I want you to be happy, Host.

    The words uncurled like wisps of smoke inside his head, echoed in his ears like they’d actually been spoken. But, of course, they hadn’t; this was a vision. This wasn’t real.

    That is, until his surroundings wavered, and any lucidity he’d had drained away as his beloved Edward appeared next to him, a warm and steady presence at his shoulder.

    “I brought you coffee.” The Host could hear the smile in his voice as he said it, as he leaned down and pressed a hot mug into his hands, then a kiss to his cheek. “Are you planning on taking a break soon? I know Dark wants you to get this done, but …”

    His voice faded, lost behind the pounding of the Host’s heart in his ears, the sudden surge of blood through his veins as he realized what was about to happen.

    What he’d seen happen many times before.

    “It is quite rude to talk behind someone’s back,” a voice purred, and though Dr. Iplier turned- his lab-coat rustling, his shoes creaking over the floor- the Host didn’t have to to know who it was.

    Dark.

    “Have you considered my offer, Host? Time is just about up.” In the Host’s mind, Dark approached swathed in shadow, his aura lashing and pacing around him like restless animals, the only tell to his anticipation.

    “Offer?” Dr. Iplier asked. “What offer? What is he talking about, Host?”

    The Host rose from his chair, already opening his mouth to tell Edward *no. Don’t speak.* But it was already too late. 

    “I see you haven’t told him. That proves answer enough.” Tendrils of inky aura shot out, snapping around Dr. Iplier’s wrists, chest, ankles.

    “Host!” He cried. “Help me! Host!”

    The Host did nothing as more tendrils encircled him, engulfing him in a cocoon of black. Because all he could do was nothing; he’d experienced this moment many times, had many times seen the shadows retreat to reveal nothing.

    Had, many times, tried to stop it, Edward’s death. Had, many times, failed.

    The best he was able to do for his love was allow him a quick death.

    “I would have let him live for you.” Dark breathed, inches from his ear, voice soft and low, as if he hadn’t just murdered a man in cold blood. He traced cold fingers down the side of the Host’s face, tenderly, like they were lovers. “I know how happy he makes you. If you had come to me willingly, I would have spared him.

    “I just want you to be happy, Host.”

—

    “It’s okay. It’s okay.” Edward pushed past Dark when the Host’s entire body began to tremble, shoving the entity aside as if he weren’t even there and climbing back into bed, gathering the Host against his chest and stroking his sweat-soaked hair back from his forehead. “You don’t have to talk about it.”

    He shot Dark a glare. “I think it’s best you leave.”

    Dark returned his scathing glance. “I feel it’s best I do. But,” he added, adjusting his suit, cracking his neck, “this isn’t over. His vision regards me, no matter how badly it affects him. I will know what it contains.”

    With that, he disappeared in a swirl of black, leaving the pair alone.

    The Host made a soft noise, like a whimper, and clutched at the fabric of Edward’s t-shirt with clumsy fingers. He had a terrible feeling that he wouldn’t be able to do so for much longer. That Edward would be taken from him, and he would be powerless- despite his tremendous abilities, despite his efforts and strength- to stop it.

    Oblivious to this, Dr. Iplier hugged him a bit closer. “It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe. I promise. You’re safe.”

[kyluxtrashpit]

Beloved anon's brain out of the blue: Kylo attempts (very poorly) to do a striptease with music and everything, Hux is too uncomfortable to be aroused and would much rather go back to work.

Omfg I could totally see him doing this. The best part is that Kylo actually has pretty good control of his body, like he’s a warrior, he knows how to move. But he doesn’t really know how to be sexy and his insecurity with it is absolutely not helping. Like does he just… Swivel a bit? Yeah, swivelling is good. Right? Come on, Kylo, you’ve been to enough sketchy cantinas at too young an age, you’ve seen tons of erotic dancing. You can do this. It’s no different

And Hux is like… it’s definitely not working, Kylo is stiff and loose at the same time and each is in all the wrong places. But he can’t help being just a little bit charmed even if his dick isn’t. Kylo is trying, he is, and Hux can see that, it just ends up being a lot more awkwardly endearing than hot. Which is okay, he just really hopes he can keep in a laugh to keep from offending Kylo

[tkscribbles]

@pickyperkypenguin you are my beloved mutual so i attempted to draw you some spiritassassin even though i do not know anything about them, other than how cool they look  👌👌

@ anon i’m sorry this is sketchy and obvs not as referenced as the picture beside it but i hope this is ok

from here!