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[androgynouspenguinexpert]

ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵏᶦᵈᵈᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ

[fregget-frou]

@autisticempathydaemon said they loved my Angel listener (along with everything else it was SO SWEETTT OMLLL<333) so here’s a doodle for you! They’re also one of my favorites!

Look at that face.

Full of mischief.

Some fun facts about them: they’re native! Specifically they could be from the Salishan (but I don’t know too much so I leave it ambiguous) and are half Filipino, born and raised in British Columbia, Canada around Vancouver. They were raised by their mom and brothers, then moving to dahlia for college.

They originally planned to secure a high end job in Vancouver just going to California for school but they met David. They still visit their family as often as they can.

They’re 5’4, the shortest listener! Aklag is still beefy and could definitely throw David over their head. Their callouses are from being raised on a farm, and they’re starting to fade now.

I took them out of another story I made a while ago so I’m still trying to tweak them seamlessly so I’ll actually maybe probably not but make a backstory sheet for my listeners?

Thank you sm for your words and I hope you like it!

[starvin-darlin]

SAMUEL COLLINS!!!!!

[vollerey]

i wonder what my sleep aid will be tonite …

duality of man. amusement park vs hell

[verdiesque]

My best friend really is the best person alive

[paging-possum]

god can everyone be so for real for once in their lives

[gato1523]

I've been thinking about Robin, the scene with the stars and how old he is, and I started to wonder if he ever had a group of ghost friends like the current one before or if this is the first time he had something like family after his death.

[ejunkiet]

best laid plans (of wolves and men)

it was @amberyartsy​‘s birthday yesterday, and as a fellow asher stan, I wanted to write her a little something short and sweet. ;u; hope you enjoy <3

redacted asmr: asher/babe, rated teen, 1.3k wordcount

 “I can think of better things we could be doing, babe.”

 “Yeah?” Their lips are curled into that infectious grin he loves, their eyes bright with it, and they look so fucking good right now, profile cast in the flickering glow of the fairy lights. “Like what?”

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There’s nothing Asher loves more than a night in with his mate.

Curled up amongst the blankets wearing matching snuggies - the ones Milo had bought them last solstice as a gag gift, but the joke’s on him, as they both look rockin’ in ‘em.

His babe, especially. Although it never took much to make them look good. In fact, it took nothing at all. They just had to look at him, sweet lips curling into a soft smile, and he was moon-eyed all over again.

Their eyes are on him now, warm and glittering in the fairy lights he’s strung up around them - pillow fort version three point oh, now with improved structural stability! so it doesn’t collapse on top of them halfway through the film like last time.

He’s pretty sure he’s got the ratio of pillow anchors to blankets right this time. Ninety five percent sure. Just within the limits of scientific acceptability, as his mate would say.

“Ash.” They’re looking at him now, a subtle brow raised above the steaming thermos they hold clutched between both hands, and right. The movie.

“We’re going back to a classic. Generations.”

Their nose wrinkles, just that bit, and he loves them all the more for it. “Didn’t that have mixed reviews?”

“The critics don’t know what they’re talking about. Plus, you gotta love the nostalgia.”

Not that they’ve seen any of the original series, anyway. He’d barely gotten them to agree to watch the entirety of Next Generation - I see the appeal, they’d admitted eventually, but it was rough going. He’s fully aware that it’s only their love for him that got them through season one.

They release a low hum, considering him over the veritable mountain of blankets and snacks he’d buried them in - and hey, it never hurts to be prepared.

“Does this one have Whoopi in it?”

He grins, a bubble of warmth rising in his chest. They remembered. Of course they did. “Yeah.”

They hum again, satisfied. “Put it on, then.”

God, he loves them so fucking much.

It takes a bit of jigging - he only has this version on blu-ray, which means he’d had to dig out his old Xbox 360 from underneath all the junk - but he gets the movie started, before finally taking his place beside them, slipping beneath the blankets until he can curl an arm around them, bringing them in closer.

The moment he’s settled, they nestle in closer, resting their cheek against his shoulder. They’re soft and warm against him, fitting just right, and it settles something deep within him, like it always does.

And then their hand slides down to his hip, slipping beneath the hem of his hoodie, until their palm finds his skin, and fuck.

“Babe…”

They hum, soft and low, their thumb running along the slope of his hip. Their hands are so fucking warm. “Aren’t you gonna start the movie?”

He’s very glad they can’t see the heat that rises to his cheeks at that, although they can definitely hear the way he has to clear his throat twice before replying.

“Sure, Babe” he says, all casual, like he’s completely unaffected - which couldn’t be further from the truth, and their lips curl just enough to tell him that they absolutely know it-

He presses the start button before they can fluster him even further.

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It’s later, during one of the slower parts of the film, that their attention shifts back to him.

They’ve kept their hands to relatively neutral areas since the movie started, and he doesn’t regret it, exactly. He likes this film, and he wants to watch it with them. But that tease of something more has sparked a flame in him, one that lingers still, simmering just below the surface.

He misses their hands on him. But he much prefers what they’re doing now.

They’ve twisted in the circle of his arms, until they can press featherlight kisses against the curve of his throat, right above where the collar usually sits. Their breath is soft against his skin, their fingers curled in the hair at the nape of his neck, moving in gentle circles, and it feels so fucking good that he can’t help his choked groan, or the way his hand finds their waist, pulling them closer against him.

“Fuck, Babe.”

His breath hitches as their lips find the hinge of his jaw, warm and so fucking soft, and making an executive decision, he hits the pause button on the remote.

The screen freezes frame on a wide shot of William Shatner on horseback, mouth open mid-speech, but Asher doesn’t give a damn about whatever he’d been trying to say. He could care less about anything other than his mate, at this moment.

He can feel the curve of their smile against his skin, before they draw back, their movements slow. Their eyes glitter as they track across his features, lingering on a few choice areas - his arch of his nose, the bow of his lips - and the thrill of it makes his heart race, that simmering heat building beneath his skin.

They feel it too, he can see it in the way their eyes darken, the subtle hitch in their breathing. It’s more than that, though - they’re his mate. He can sense it, the flux of their emotions, the way their arousal pools and floods beneath their skin.

He feels it almost as keenly as his own.

He expects them to lean in again, close the distance between them and kiss him properly, but they don’t. Instead, they shift back a little further, until their hand can reach up to cup his jaw, their palm soft against his cheek as their thumb traces the line of his cheekbone.

“Do you wanna continue watching the movie?”

Does he? Fuck no.

But he thinks he knows why they’re asking, and his heart melts a little at that, at the care there. It’s been - a while since they’ve had a night like this. Just the two of them, casual and easy. This had been their suggestion in the first place, and they’d even let him pick out the movie.

He knows that all he has to do is say the word, and they’d go back to their quiet night-in together, catching up on the adventures of the Starship Enterprise.

And he’d be happy with that, he would.

But he doesn’t want that. He wants them, all of them, on top of him, under him, under his hands and tongue and lips. He doesn’t think he could ever want anything else.

He shifts his hands to their waist, lifting them until they can slide onto his lap, their thighs on either side of him. Like this, he can feel more of them against him, soft and so fucking warm, their free hand rising to rest against his chest, over his heart.

“I can think of better things we could be doing, babe.”

“Yeah?” Their lips are curled into that infectious grin he loves, their eyes bright with it, and they look so fucking good right now, profile cast in the flickering glow of the fairy lights. “Like what?”

“All alone with my mate?” He lets his hands splay across the tops of their thighs, squeezing gently. “I can think of a few things.”

Their smile grows as they lean in a little closer, narrowing the distance between them. Their gaze drops back down to his mouth, holding there, and christ, he wishes they would kiss him already.

“Then beam me up, Scotty.”

He almost chokes on his own spit. “Babe.”

A wide grin spreads across their features, their nose wrinkling with it, and they’re adorable and such a fucking dork, just like him, and he has no idea how he got so fucking lucky.

They open their mouth to say - something, probably another Star Trek themed pun - and he cuts them off with a kiss, capturing their smiling mouth, chasing the softness of their lips until they melt against him, and all he can think is finally.

They never end up finishing the movie, but Asher doesn’t think it’s a great loss.

[fantrollology]

alaska vs buton

alaska. button isn't helpless, but alaska has way more will to live than her. and also like a foot and a half of height on her. and more fighting experience, however minimal. alaska could kill her.

[spacestationstorybook]

found a little choose your own adventure story on‏‏‎ ‎fimfiction‏‏‎ ‎where you control‏‏‎ ‎rainbow‏‏‎ ‎and i was like omg...it's like we are going on the adventure together...it's like we're on a date <3 and then while i was trying to test out special endings and stuff i found a dumb "secret ending" that kind of ruined that for me in a way that left me slightly depressed. the universe fucking hates it when i have fun </3

[wings-of-flying]

it is my goal to write an urban fantasy of some kind set in a fully accurate fully modern britain. because that feels like an untapped area of writing

[hyunubear]

This has gone too far. We MUST gatekeep monsta x from now on.

[vollerey]

sadism demons HATE HIM!!!

he guves FREE therapy sessions & comofrt to MILLIONS a day!!!!!

friendly neighbourhood empathy daemon exposes shocking sevrets abt silly goober behavior

LEARN THE TRUTH NOW

[izzy-b-hands]

Begging either of the episode links I have to just. Pls load. Pls play. I have fic to write and gifs to gif and this is now making me just plain sad in addition to frustrated (especially bc I did have this episode play perfectly fine for me several times prior to the last couple of days so like ????? what gives?)

[kingdomoftyto]

Hey everyone how are you doing today because I'm uh. I'm??? I'm.

:^)

Yeah I'm!! really Going Through It, holy fuck

[ejunkiet]

Snippet saturday~

a little more spicy fluff from 'how to pamper your werewolf' >:3

read more angel/davey on ao3!

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“That’s it. Let me take care of you, Davey.”

It’s enough to take him apart. They know all his spots, and they use that knowledge to their full advantage.

Their hands on him, their mouth, heated sharp kisses, claiming. His hands find their waist, as much as an anchor as it is to steady them above him, their cheeks flushed, eyes dark and glittering.

“Wait for me, Davey. Help me get there.”

His exhale is almost pained, but he holds himself back, his jaw clenched tight enough that he can feel the muscle twitch.

“Can… Can I touch you?”

“Please.”

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tagging- you, reading this! also (no pressure!):

@evilbunnyking @chroniclesinlacuna @dominimoonbeam @glassbearclock @sealriously-sealrious @frenchiefitzhere @autisticempathydaemon @taelonsamada @slushrottweiler @gingerbreadmonsters @romirola @genginger @rhetoricalrogue