#clouds blurbs

[justalittletomato]

Dinner Arrangements (Reader x Maul)

just some fluff and taking the suggestion from @gran-maul-seizure

that Maul would get more feral with his eating the more comfortable that he is with a person

Set when Maul rules Mandalore

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He counted the attempts, this would be thier 10th. As the chrono struck for the evening hours, the Archivist arrived from the servant's entrance with a tray. 

Upon learning that Maul would pull ration bars out in place of a hot meal, the Archivist stepped in a tray or two ladened with hearty foods. 

Mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables, stews, filled with meat that had been set to cook for what he assumed was for some time as tender as it was—other times ( most often)  meat cuts thick and still red. 

“ Your brother mentioned it was better for your health,” a kettle was brought over from the burning hearth of the study. His Archivist measured out water for tea before setting down a plate. “Take what you like” 

He had at first scoffed at the action, The Archivist always did such things, carefully watching and making things in a way to accommodate him better. 

“Coddling” he had said to Savage, the older Zabrak merely raised a brow, “Brother, you can order them to stop.”

Maul gave him a look, “Then they will fuss” as if that was why he did not consider it. “But they do not need to make such an effort on such matters,” Maul added. 

Savage sighed, “Then leave it be” 

In the first few attempts Maul just loaded his plate with some of the meat cuts and when the archivist suggested maybe just a bit of roasted carrot, he just left with the plate in hand. The Archivist left with the rest of the full tray and their own plate. 

Maul left the emptied plate at the door when he was done. 

The day after he took a heapful of the vegetables, again leaving the archivist alone with their own plate. 

With the stew? The mouthwatering scent had the Archivist smiling to see the ladlefuls Maul put into the bowl. A frown formed when he left again to eat alone. 

The bowl was completely cleaned of any stew when the Archivist collected the dish, returning back and noting that the remainder had also disappeared. 

On the 10th day, Maul returned the stew bowl empty and took a loaf of bread from the plentiful tray. The Archivist didn't dare move and watched as Maul took apart the loaf to eat. 

The following days were much the same, Maul returning to eat a loaf of bread or filling his cup with more tea. 

The absolute silence as the Archivist watched this time around as Maul served himself and sat back at the table. Maul not bothering with the knife and staring at the fork with skepticism. Today was roasted nyduck. Maul began to eat, sharp teeth tearing and pulling apart the food he had picked. 

He looked straight at the Archivisit, daring them almost. The Archivist set down the silverware picked up their own piece and ate it without the stifling etiquette drilled in. 

Another dinner later and Maul looked up from his plate, today’s meat was rarer than most days. The red dripping down his chin and most certainly staining his teeth. Yet not once did the Archivist shiver or run off or flat out refuse to continue sharing the table with him. If anything the dinners had allowed for maul to devour and freely gorge himself on what was offered. 

“The cooks must loathe the change” He finally said. 

The Archivist looked confused, “The cooks?” a shake of thier head, “Oh no, I have been the one making your dinners, and I quite enjoy learning what you prefer,” They went back to cutting thier more cooked steak with glee. 

Maul wiped at his mouth, the remaining blood staining the sleeve of his tunic, “You? When?” 

The Archivist continued to eat, “Before we started working, they were a bit off-put by the blood but I set them straight,” 

Not once did they react when he tore and ripped his food, if anything they were pleased to see him eat. Before he could stop himself he felt the corners of his mother raise, a smile if it could be called that. He went back to devouring with gusto. The Archivist was pleased with the sounds of hunger saited. 

[multi-fandom-imagine]

‘I want the K’ for Cloud Strife.

A/n: uh....I apologize for how old this ask is.

The Kiss:

9: Jawline Kiss

Shifting his body, this was the only chance for Cloud to relax with you, he wasn't about to take this shit for granted. His arms weaving around your hips as he drew you in close.

Humming softly, you opened one of your eyes as you gave him a light smile. "You should be sleeping."

Chuckling for a moment, Cloud shook his head as he let his fingers glide down your back. "I'm fine...besides I know I can say the same thing about you."

Shrugging your shoulders, you shifted your body as you placed a delicate kiss to his jaw. The former Solider relaxing under your touch. You then nuzzled your face into his neck. Once your breathing evened out, Cloud's gaze softened seeing that you had fallen asleep.

Lips pulling into a soft smile, Cloud let his own eyes slip closed.

This was a perfect moment.

[mswritergirl02]

Jealousy Jealousy.

In which y/n is a bit toxic and can't help but feel jealous when Lexi and Fez hangout.

Pairing : Fezco X Female Reader

->Reader advisory: This writing includes explicit language and references to substances. It may not be suitable for all readers.

A/N: I'm now accepting requests

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Y/N was excited for her Friday night plans. She had decided to surprise Fezco, her boyfriend, by bringing over a pepperoni pizza and some of his favorite snacks. She hoped they could watch a movie together and maybe smoke a little. Y/n didn't smoke often but when she did it was usually with Fez. The idea of spending quality time with Fez always made her heart flutter. Y/n knocked twice and waited anxiously.

As she stood in front of Fez's door, balancing the pizza box and snacks in her arms, she couldn't wait to see his smile. But instead of Fezco, it was Lexi Howard, her best friend Cassie's sister who greeted her with wide eyes.

Lexi's heart skipped a beat when she saw Y/N standing there with the pizza and snacks. She knew Y/N well, having witnessed her fiery personality in action many times before. Y/N was fiercely loyal to Cassie, Lexi's sister, and would always stand up for her, no matter what. Lexi had seen Y/N's temper flare in arguments and watched her boldly defend Cassie from anyone who dared to cross her.

Now, facing Y/N's intense gaze, Lexi felt a surge of fear. Not to mention Lexi and Fez had just smoked so she was panicking, scared that Y/N knew she was high.

"Lexi?" Y/N's voice broke through the tense silence, her confusion evident.

Lexi swallowed hard, trying to compose herself. "Hey, Y/N" she managed to say, her voice trembling slightly.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably, the weight of the pizza box suddenly feeling heavier in her arms. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her tone sharp with suspicion.

Lexi's nerves prickled under Y/N's scrutiny, her mind racing for an explanation.

"-I was just...hanging out with Fezco," she stammered, her voice wavering

Y/N's frustration boiled over, her suspicions pushing her to continue pressing Lexi. "Hanging out, huh?" she scoffed, her tone dripping with skepticism.

"And what exactly were you 'hanging out' doing? Chatting about the weather?

" I was keeping him company ?”

Y/N's voice grew louder at Lexis comment, "Keeping him company?”

“What does that even mean, Lexi?" she demanded. Y/n's face was now bright red, the redness creeping up to her ears, and a nervous twitch now flickering beneath her eye.

"No, um, Fez just invited me because I was nervous about my play, and we ended up watching Stand By Me," Lexi hurriedly clarified, her words slightly rushed.

"And... and smoking a little," she added hesitantly.

Y/N's eyes narrowed at Lexi's response, her suspicions confirmed. "Smoking?" she echoed, her voice filled with anger. "So you're just here to get high with my boyfriend?" Her words were sharp and laced with accusation.

"Get the fuck away from the door, Lexi," Y/N spat.

Lexi glanced back at the empty couch, seeing that Fez was now gone. "He must've gone to the bathroom," she muttered, stepping back reluctantly.

Just as Y/N stepped inside the house, Fez came walking down the hallway, a half-smoked blunt tucked behind his ear. "Yo, Lexi, gonna lock u-" Fez began, before his eyes fell upon Y/N sitting on his couch, legs crossed with pizza box next to her.

Fez recognized the look on Y/N's face and the twitching of her eye having seen her like this many times before. She was mad.

"Hey, ma," Fez greeted Y/N with a smile.

"Explain," Y/N said, jabbing a finger in Lexi's direction.

Fez scratched the back of his buzzed head, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion as he glanced between Y/N's angry face and Lexi's nervous stance.

"Explain what ma ?" he grunted, his tone thick with confusion. "I was just watching a movie with Lexi, ain't seein' nothin' wrong."

Y/N's eyes narrowed, "Explain why the fuck she's here, Fez.”

Fezco's face scrunched up as he tried to piece things together. "I ain't know you was comin' through, ma,". "Just thought she needed someone to talk to, you feel me?"

Y/N's face tightened with anger. "Why's she in here with you while I'm bringing you food?" She questioned, her voice rising.

Fezco looked unsure. "Again, I ain't know you was comin', ma," he admitted, feeling kinda guilty. "I thought Lexi needed some company to talk about her play and shit"

Suddenly, Ash popped out of his room, the look of annoyance plastered on his face. "What's with all the noise?" he grumbled.

Ash spotted the pizza next to Y/n and grabbed a slice. "Oh, shit, you got pizza"

He then took a second to look between the three figures staring at him and pieced together what was happening.

"Looks like you're gonna get your ass beat by Y/n", Ash smirked.

Fez rolled his eyes, shooting Ash a glare, "Bro shut the fuck up."

"Yo go back to yo room," Fez said noticing that Ash was making himself comfortable on the couch next to Y/n.

Ash grinned mischievously, taking another bite. "Nah, I'm stayin" he replied, enjoying the drama. "This is getting good."

Y/N's frustration grew noticing Fez wasn't paying attention to her. "And what about the smoking'?" she pressed.

"Was that part of your hangout?"

Fez put his fingers to his ears remembering the half-smoked blunt he placed there. "Um, yeah, me and Lex smoked a bit," he confessed, rubbing his neck nervously.

Suddenly, Y/N noticed something that sparked her anger even further. "The fuck did you just call her?" she snapped.

If Y/N wasn’t seeing red before she definitely was now.

Fez blinked, taken aback by Y/N's sudden outburst. "Uh, I..I mean Lexi," he stammered.

Ash, who had been quietly munching on pizza, perked up at the confrontation.

"Ooh, drama," he muttered, taking another bite.

Y/N stood up, her fists clenched at her sides. "What the fuck are you still doing here?" she spat, turning her attention to Lexi, who was shrinking into the corner.

Lexi scrambled nervously to grab her purse, whispering a quick goodbye to Fez as she rushed out of the door.

Y/N walked up to Fez, jabbing her pointer finger harshly into his forehead emphasizing her frustration.

"Lex?" she said mockingly. "Lex?!" she repeated, continuing to shove her finger into his skin.

Ash smirked, sensing the opportunity to exit. "And that's my sign to leave," he declared, grabbing the box of pizza and walking off to his room but not before shooting a smirk at Fez and adding "Good luck, bro", to which Fez flipped him off

Y/n raised her finger to jab Fez's forehead once more, but he caught her wrist firmly, stopping her in her tracks. "I told you to stop that shit long time ago," he grunted, his voice rough.

"I don't give a fuck," she shot back, her tone sharp. "Why the hell are you inviting girls over to smoke and acting all lovey-dovey with them on the couch?"

Fezco was now beginning to get annoyed "You need to chill ma," he stated, his voice rising as he tried to assert his point. He hated when she got like this.

"We just watched 'Stand By Me,' for real. What's your deal?"

Now their argument had escalated into a screaming match, with neither willing to back down. Y/N reached for Fez's pants pocket. "Give me your phone then if you aren't hiding anything," she demanded, her eyes flashing with determination.

Fezco snapped, his patience long gone, he moved her hand away. "Yo, you trippen, chill the fuck out!'

"So no?" she added, raising an eyebrow. "No?!"

"Fine!" she declared, pulling out her phone and began typing a message.

Fezco's eyes narrowed snatching the phone from her hands when he saw her click on Elliot's name.

"What the fuck you doing, Y/N?"

"Yo you fucking for real?" he exclaimed, his anger boiling over as he read the message she was about to send.

From Y/N: Hey Elliot, you wanna watch a movie? We could smoke. I have some weed.

Fez's brows furrowed, "Yo and whose stash we talking 'bout?" he demanded.

Y/N's smirk widened looking to piss him off even more, "Yours baby."

Fezco's eyes narrowed. "Quit playin' games shortie," he growled, his voice taking on a low menacing tone.

He knew she was trying to push his buttons, and it was working like a charm.

"Or what?", she questioned.

"Yo, you tryna get Elliot's ass beat?" he snapped, his voice laced with warning. "Keep saying that shit, I ain't fucking with you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Elliot can handle himself."

He clenched his jaw, "You think this a joke, huh?" he countered. "Trust me, you don't wanna go there."

Fez now towered over her, his piercing blue eyes clouded with anger. "Quit playing these fucking games wit me ma," his voice was low and dangerous as he lifted her chin to fully meet his eyes, giving her a final warning.

His other hand twitched. The urge to hurl her phone against the wall was almost overwhelming. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure before he did something he'd regret. With a heavy sigh, he deleted the message and set her phone down. Deep down, he knew she was just hurt and didn't mean anything by the message. This left him feeling guilty for the tension between them.

Realizing that Y/N had a valid point and knowing he just wanted to de-escalate the argument, Fez softened his tone slightly. "Ma you gotta chill out," he continued, his voice gentler now. "We just watched a movie and smoked, that's it. I wouldn't do you like that."

"Lexi's just a friend, she was hella nervous about a play she's putting on and needed a friend."

Fez handed Y/N his phone, his gesture a sign of trust. "Check it, ma. There's nothing on it," he urged.

I'm sorry, ma," Fez stated.

Fez's apology hung in the air, but Y/N remained stubborn, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she glared at the phone he held out to her.

"I'm sorry, ma," Fez repeated, setting his phone on the coffee table next to hers and reaching out to gently touch her arm

Y/N pulled away slightly, her expression still guarded. " I don't know, Fez," she murmured, her tone hesitant.

Fezco sighed, frustration evident in his eyes. "C'mon, baby," he pleaded, using the nickname he knew she couldn't resist.

" I messed up having her here without you knowin, I know. But you gotta believe me, ain't nothing going on with Lexi. You're the only one for me."

Y/N's eyes softened as she looked into his pleading eyes.

"My feelings were hurt, Fez," she admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

"But I'm sorry for the way I acted. I might have overreacted."

Fezco pulled her close, landing a kiss on her lips before pressing his forehead against hers. "It's all good ma, he reassured her, his voice filled with affection.

"We all mess up sometimes."

As they pulled apart, Y/N met his gaze, feeling a pang of guilt. "I feel bad for scaring Lexi, I probably ruined her high," she confessed, her voice laced with remorse.

Fezco chuckled, shaking his head. "Hell yeah, yo you scary as fuck when you get like that," he joked, wrapping her into a tight hug and squeezing her ass playfully. "You crazy as fuck ma but that's why I love you”

Masterlist

[mopopshop]

Can you do some on natasha cloud please!!!

yes ofc🫶🏾🫶🏾

Natasha was deeply engrossed in her video game, the intensity of the match reflecting in her focused expression. You watched from the side, amused by her concentration. On an impulse, you grabbed a box of colorful Crayola markers nearby and settled yourself onto her lap. Natasha glanced up briefly, a smirk playing on her lips as she continued playing.

Without a word, you began tracing the intricate patterns of ink that adorned her skin. Natasha's muscles relaxed under your touch, her attention divided between the game and your gentle strokes. The room was filled with the soft hum of the game console and the occasional sound of your markers gliding over her skin.

"You're really into this, huh?" Natasha finally spoke, her voice low and teasing.

"I am," you replied, your tone playful. 

Natasha chuckled softly, a rare moment of relaxation amidst her busy schedule. She adjusted herself slightly, allowing you better access to her arms and shoulders. The markers danced across her skin, adding vibrant hues to the black lines etched permanently into her flesh.

Time seemed to slip away as you worked, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow into the room. Natasha occasionally sneaked a glance at you, the game forgotten momentarily as she savored the intimacy of your shared activity.

Hours passed, the game long finished and forgotten. By the time you put the markers down, Natasha's tattoos were a riot of colors, a temporary masterpiece born of spontaneity and affection.

"They’re beautiful baby," Natasha murmured, her arms wrapped around you now, "thank you"

You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to her lips. "You’re very welcome"

———

[ariseur]

Hii I would like to make a request of "🍰time check on pre-nibelheim Cloud" with 'stay with me til i fall asleep' and 'fake dating', I hope you are comfortable with this and congratulations (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

✧˖° time check!! 🍰 : currently 12am when i’m starting this!

✧˖° edit ; i just realized this said pre nibelheim cloud and i am so sorry i forgot that! i hope this is okay 😭

lazing in bed isn’t so bad, you think. looking up at the ceiling with only the distant ambience of sector 7’s slums outside your curtained window was almost a little soothing to you as you fell in and out of slumber. the lingering pain in your side hurt like hell though — considering you were practically thrown at a wall a day or two ago by one of shinra’s most frustrating creations: a sweeper.

the warm sheets pressed against your back wasn’t much help to the stinging sensation that burrowed into your midriff, only adding to the extensive warmth that was enveloping your body with cool waves of sweat periodically layering itself against your skin. your eyes flit along the darkness of the room, squiggly shapes appearing along your line of sight when you focus on them for too long.

you can’t bring yourself to shift any more along the mattress as you hear the familiar clicking of a doorknob. you assume it’s tifa from how gently the door is opened, maybe coming to bring you a fresh change of bandages or more water that you’d politely decline.

you’re grateful she had let you bunk in this odd room she keeps underneath the bar, a small room for sure, but nonetheless better than bleeding out in the street or in a stuffy medical hut.

but only when you hear the quiet call of your name do your eyes dart to the right, spotting a familiar silhouette of spiked hair and a large buster sword on their back. your ‘boyfriend’, cloud strife. seeing cloud was somehow both difficult and pleasing, an oxymoron in a world where everything felt too simplistic to function. you’re not quite sure why he proposed the idea of the title to you, especially when you guys weren’t technically . . dating.

perhaps another tactic that benefited him in this battle with both the assholes of society, shinra included. or perhaps he just somewhat liked the idea of calling you his girlfriend, although you decided to push that thought far down into the creases of your brain as he approaches you; heavy boots against wood as they made their way towards you.

“you’re still up?” he asks, a monotonous tone that almost sounds deafening against the quietude of the dark bedroom.

“mhm,” you hum, hands clasping as they place themselves on your stomach. he shuffles over to the edge of the bed, placing a small glass filled with water and a small plate of toast on the worn down circular night table next to the bed, the wood lowly creaking with the weight of the objects.

cloud presses his lips into a thin line as he tries to figure out what to say. surely, a ‘boyfriend’ wouldn’t leave his partner possibly writhing in pain while he just walks away and continues on with mindlessly patrolling around seventh heaven right? therefore his mouth opens for another question, perhaps it comes out a bit wary when he says, “how’re you.. feeling?”

you turn your head for what feels like the first time in ages, the side of your cheek pressing against a cool part of the pillow to which you revel in, the foreign fabric refreshing your senses as you look at cloud. “not very well,” you mumble, voice raspy from the lack of use.

“oh,” is all he responds with. it almost looks a little scary, the way he simply just stands there, face invisible due to the fact that the only light illuminating his figure was the sliver of the backlight emerging from the doorway. “do you want me to,” he pauses, “go?”

your eyes stay on him for a moment before eventually upturning to the ceiling, eyes adjusting to the script dimness you’re met with on the roof. the ringing in cloud’s ears become unbearable as you both stay silent for a beat, so thick. so quiet.

you suppose he takes it as a cue to leave as he says nothing more and instead goes to exit the room before you whisper a tiny, “cloud?”

it shouldn’t be surprising, considering with how much mako and how much training it takes to become a soldier much less a mercenary would cause his ears to still perk up. he turns back to look at you, this time giving you a glimpse of three quarters of his face with the deep yellow lighting past the door. you purse your lips, watching the way his eyebrows remain furrowed with his head cocked.

“can you stay?”

“stay?” he parrots.

“until,” you almost stop yourself, halting your words as if you debated with yourself inside of your little head, tugging at the words as you weave them inside your brain before ultimately; you end up just spitting it out. “until i fall asleep, maybe?”

cloud didn’t miss the way the last word fell off into a meek mutter, your face wholly turning to the other side, the darkness of the other side capturing your face as he stands in the doorway. he contemplates for a moment, and you almost regret even asking him to stay. it almost felt a little odd. maybe you were desperate for comfort; or maybe you just needed him.

“i mean, it’s alright if you don’t want to. i get that it’s late—“

“sure,” you’re met with his curt answer, whipping your head back around as you hear soft footsteps advance. “are you sure you don’t need anything?” he asks, navigating around the room blindly in search of a chair to pull.

you manage a meager, ‘mhm’ as you hear a cut off scrape against the floor and see cloud’s silhouette lifting it and walking over to your bedside. he places the object as gently as he can but you can’t help but snicker as it still makes enough noise anyway to which he huffs.

“thanks, cloud.”

“don’t mention it,” he mumbles, sitting down on the wooden seat as he leans back, scooting his hips ever so forward so as to get more comfortable. it’s a difficult view, he must admit, considering he can’t see your face at all and vice versa, but he can’t let your pleas go unheard.

he know he’ll wake up with a kink in his neck from ensuring you get a good night’s sleep even with your hinderance, and he knows that either tifa or marlene would end up running down to check on you in the morning and see the two of you — but for some reason, he doesn’t care.

even when it’s midnight, seeing your head nuzzle into the pillow as your legs shift to a foreign part of the bed in search for a cool spot rather than the sweat barren sheets you’ve already claimed, is merely so refreshing to him.

crap, he thinks. you really do have him wrapped around your finger.

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[ghostlyfleur]

steve harrington x reader

♡

he’s the universe— your universe.

steve started drawing stars around your scars from the very first time he listened to taylor’s cardigan. it was his way of showing how beautiful he thinks you are, scars and all.

it’s ironic, really, how you’ve always felt as though steve was bigger than the whole sky, a starry night, your whole universe, and now here he was adding cute, mismatched stars to your body as though you’re his universe. it became your thing, so to speak, turning each other into constellations and pretty skies and clouds and planets, you add orion’s belt to his back by using his freckles as connect-the-dots, and he turns your bruised thigh into saturn by adding rings and stars. lazy days spent in bed are always accompanied by markers and pens, paints and brushes to turn your stevie’s back into a pretty sunset one day, a colorful sunrise the next, always adding a heart here and there because you can’t help it. one day, as you softly press lazy kisses to every freckle you can reach on your boys’ skin, he feels as though he’s the luckiest guy in the world, a long sigh escaping him as he settles into this dream you’ve brought to his life, “jus’ thanking the universe i’m lucky enough to be yours” “stevie, you are the universe”

[humanmorph]

DAY 3 - DEVOTION "Inviting the Citizens of the Brink to Devotee hosted Buffet &  Conversation! Speak your mind! Ask questions! Reach out! (Every Friday, 11am - 3pmZone 7 / Section 23 / Room 114)"

pretty proud of this honestly. i’m still on the road to palisade (3 more episodes!) but im very happy i could do sth orbital game related here.

(also shoutout to this piece by @wereshrew-admirer, which was an obvious inspiration here... i <3 clouds)

[trashyvanillabean]

Brain Side A: “You know, Jingliu taking a little hp at a time from her allies when in her Transmigration state is pretty fitting for her character.”

Brain Side B: “Because she’s a Destruction character?”

Brain Side A: “That, and because of both the direct and indirect effects her punishment on Blade and Dan Heng have had (mostly Blade). Directly because Blade is unstable. Indirectly because Blade’s instability has led him to destroy many places and kill many people while chasing after Dan Heng, who is in turn on the run; and Jingliu’s directing her wrath towards Dan Heng solely because he is Dan Feng’s reincarnation, uncaring about how hatching rebirth works. She doesn’t (seem to) care about who else gets hurt, so long as Blade and Dan Heng are punished for Yingxing and Dan Feng’s crimes. Contrast what she said about the Astral Express not being able to support Dan Heng (can’t recall her exact words) with what Himeko said that everyone on the Express is carrying their own baggage, but they’ll still support each other anyway.”

Brain Side B: “…You know I just realized that the blindfold is also probably fitting, too.”

Brain Side A: “Why?”

Brain Side B: “She’s putting on the blindfold to keep herself from seeing things that remind her of the past to avoid triggering her mara, but in a way that, along with her holding onto her grudge towards Yingxing and Dan Feng so tightly to the point of involving unrelated persons (Dan Heng), is also keeping her from moving forward. It’s probably easier to deny what or who’s actually in front of you if you’re not witnessing them with your own eyes.”

Me: “I’m gonna need both of you to shut the fuck up so I can think and do my work in peace.”

[seraphxp]

Scream Tail

[honestsister]

Tetsuya Nomura designing a spikey haired blonde: VEGETATE HIS ASS

[justalittletomato]

Of Yabby and Swamps

A big thanks to @patchiefrog who prompted this fishing trip

@eyecandyeoz @gran-maul-seizure @storm89 @hannagoldworthy @pixiestookourstardust @id-rather-be-a-druid @apocalypticwafflekitten @dukeoftheblackstar @stardustbee

The Oppress sister may have been raised as proper ladies but they were still Zabrak. So that meant hunting! 

“Dani do you want to go fi-” Before Aster could utter another syllable, the small girl embraced her around the waist. Large amber eyes looked up at her with eagerness. 

Danica could never pass up fishing with Aster. Fishing meant crustaceans! 

She licked her lips oh the possibility of shrimp and crab! Oh how her tummy grumbled, “Let’s go! Let’s go! I'll get my ruler! 

The younger sister returned with her swim gear and the ruler gifted to her by Cress after the boy was mortified to learn Danica was fishing any crab she caught, “Aster!” their brother had said aghast. “You know better too!” 

The eldest Oppress girl had pouted, “ But she was so happy how could I crush her joy with the importance of conservation and regulation?”  The boy gave them an admonished shake of the head and a lecture after that. 

The result was Danica rattling off the importance of a crab being the right size or needing to be tossed back in the water. She repeated back the figures as well as gave an almost perfect impression of thier brother. Aster laughed as Danica has tossed back one of her catch, “Maybe next time little crab!” 

The black pincher crab failed to measure up and waved its claws as it sunk back into the water. 

—

Aster dived into the water, the swamps of Dathomir were not of the blues from the holos and pictures of books. They had a beauty she could not resist. Something Ancient, something from long ago that refused to fade away. Gleaming greens and abuzz with life. A power she could feel thrumming just under the surface. “ Like calls to like,” Maul had told her. Dathomir called to her, recognized her, knew her…

—

Danica looked into the water. To an outsider it was murky, to her eyes it was clear as could be. A gift from the red planet bestowed on the children of Dathomir. 

“Aster there’s a swarm of yabby!”  the child whispered, barely able to contain her delight. 

 Aster handed her the net, and tsked her to adjust her gloves. 

Like all things on Dathomir even a mere shrimp has its evolved dangers. 

Venomous barbs on its claws and bodies, catching them meant special gear.  

Aster was dressed in a similar fashion to Danica, a suit that ensured the swamp did not bring out its surprises. It was for Danica’s sake. 

Aster has developed a tolderance to the venom, she had swum in the swamps since she was Danica’s age. No hit of venom could halt her in the water. Maul had been impressed, truly Aster was his child. 

But with Dani, well Danica Oppress had always raised concerns. The only non-force sensitive of Maul’s children and as clumsy as a tot. Maul was cautious about his youngest and with that came the gear, helmets and the guard. 

Atticus, the tusken Massiff sat and kept on alert. The massiff had been the child’s guard since his arrival when Dani was merely 6 months of age. Always about and near his little Dani. 

The massiff sniffed and gruffed as Danica resurfaced with a triumphant smile on her face and wiggling yabbies in the mesh net. She hooked it to the edge of the wooden pier and promised Atticus a good helping. The massiff’s typical stoic composure melted into a happy yip. His little Dani was so generous with her food! 

—

Another moment longer, Aster’s lungs did not burn. The swamp was filled with life, the schools of silver fish that flickered under the low light, the large catfish that avoided her presence. She kept a careful eye out for the strong-jawed gators that thrived under the depths. She was a competing predator in the swamp of course….

–

In her net she had already nabbed the black clawed crabs. Thoughts of raw marinated crab swum by. Coated in chili powder that stung her tongue! What a delight! 

The sisters resurfaced with their treasures, Nets full of yabby and crab (all properly sized) Aster assured their brother as they returned home. 

Their buir delighted in thier large bounty, the Mandalorian weighing the nets with a smile. “My dear girls brought us a feast.” 

–

Preparing yabby was not pleasant, the blue shrimp piled on the bowl, but Dani did not mind. Not when it meant the yabby would get added into a spiced stew that made the kitchen smell so delightfully or better yet sizzled in oil after being put in a batter of tempura. 

“Hey!Hey don't toss out the barbs!” Eris asked. Savage’s daughter always made sure to ask, as the Fortress’s up-and-coming poisons expert it was only natural she would want to collect samples. 

“As long as you do not try and eat them” Starlight warned. 

“Eat them!? Oh that’s silly I only apply the collected venom topically.”

Aster took apart the crabs with gusto. Curing the crabs got rid of the slightly venomous barbs on the pinchers. Eris gave Aster a disappointed look. 

“You will have to rip the claws from my teeth,” Aster assured. Growing up alongside Adter, Eris knew that threat to be true. She still had scars from little Edika. 

—

The Oppress sisters lay back after dinner. Danica patting her satisfied tummy,  “Maybe we will catch a gator one day” 

“Dad will wring my neck if I took you to catch a gator” 

“And Buir will wish us all the luck” 

“And Cress will weep over the gator.” 

“And then wring our necks” 

The sisters laughed, their voices ringing in the dark. Dathomir thrummed at the sound as slumber came.  

[eluneu]

God, she was despicable. A predatory lesbian, a rotting opportunist clawing greedily for more than she was due, looking at her innocent friend like a piece of meat to dissect and consume.

Spy hadn’t wept in years. She didn’t now. But -

Some spy she was. She couldn’t even lie to herself anymore.

Spy wept.

Art ( + framed shots without the glass/gradient effects) based on chapter 11 of I Can Dream About You (If I Can Hold You Tonight)

[humblemooncat]

Currently working on one Big Boy of a post highlighting Ki'to's relationships with not only the NPCs he's interacted with through his story, but also bits about his family as I haven't really said much about them so far iirc!

I figure it'll be a nice chunk of writing for those who want to know more about Ki'to. Love is important to him, so it stands that to know his relationships with others is to know him as well, and the many facets he shows to the world; Brother, son, friend, lover, rival, comrade, leader.

It's also gonna have

✨Fancy editing✨

because I want to be extra.

[mopopshop]

MORE NATASHA CLOUD PLRASE😩😩😩😩😩

idk why all my natasha stuff has to do w tattoos but she looks hot w them so idc😝

You’re lying on the couch, Natasha's head resting in your lap as the two of you watch a rerun of her latest game. The soft glow of the TV casts a warm light across the room, and you absentmindedly run your fingers through her hair. It’s moments like these that make you feel the most at home.

Natasha shifts slightly, looking up at you with those mischievous eyes you adore so much. "You know what would make this even better?" she asks, a grin spreading across her face.

You raise an eyebrow, already suspecting what she’s about to suggest. "Oh— let me finish that one for you... a matching tattoo?"

She laughs, a sound that always makes your heart skip a beat. "Come on, baby, we've been talking about it for ages. It’s like a sign of our love, our commitment."

You’ve always been a bit apprehensive about tattoos, not because you don’t like them, but because you’re nervous about the permanence. Natasha, on the other hand, has been dying to get a matching one with you ever since you started dating.

"Tash, you know I love you, but I don’t fuck with needles" you say, laughing lightly. 

She sits up, turning to face you, her expression softening. "I know, and I would never pressure you into it. But just think about it, yeah?”

You can see how much this means to her, and it makes your heart ache. Curse her and her stupid puppy dog eyes. 

Taking a deep breath, you reach for her hand. "Alright, fuck it, let’s do it."

Her eyes widen in surprise. "Wait, for real? You’re serious?"

You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. "Yeah, I’m serious. Let’s get a tattoo."

The next few days are a blur of excitement as you both decide on the design. You settle on a simple symbol: two interlocking hearts, thin and small. 

The day of the appointment arrives, and you find yourself sitting in the tattoo parlor, holding Natasha's hand tightly. The artist is kind and patient, explaining each step of the process to help ease your nerves.

When it’s finally done, you look down at your wrist, where the delicate interlocking hearts now rest. Natasha’s matching tattoo mirrors yours perfectly. She takes your hand, and you both smile at how the tattoos look next to each other, just as you imagined.

Natasha presses a gentle kiss to your wrist. "Thank you for doing this with me, baby. You did

You sigh playfully. "The things I do for love" and you both laugh at that. 

“I love you too, babe” Natasha smiles back, threading your fingers together as she kisses the back of your hand.

———

[gfl-neural-cloud]

[C-Doll Archive] //:_Vee

"Humans are a species full of possibilities. It can be quite a big challenge to try and adjust them to perfection."

Vee removes the bandages from her patient's face. The faces she worked on now look identical to a celebrity. She has countless clients that desired the exact same face as a celebrity. Yet, Vee disagrees. Everyone is unique. Why become someone else?

[shadowbannedthehedgehog]

also i guess maybe i need to see the movie for the gay subtext but i don't think fight club the book was very gay unless you think someone being "in love" with their "other self" caused by a split personality disorder is like the pinnacle of queer romance but ok