#duskys memes

[duskymrel]

Twst memes !!!!

i love making these they're so silly

[duskdragonxiii]

JUST SOUP

[duskyashe]

Here ya go, Chroma! Your meme in exchange for my one-shot 😉😂

[builtlikeastickofcelery]

IT’S THEM!! no bg tho its pride I get to take some time off to get dykey with it hope u enjoy!!

[xyondew]

5/26/2023

Meme art I made for Dogeloverlikesdogs's Wings of Fire meme review, which in fact got to be the thumbnail for the video!

[cheeseandcake-from-ao3]

A Venn Diagram of Live A Live OCs based of off @skyhighchibi's Duskie, @anjellion-drawthings's 'The Revolver' and my Saffron OC!

[hoodiedeer]

C

Caramella - Caramelldansen fucking of course

Satuna Sound Team - Cormorant

Car Seat Headrest - Cute Thing

Kobaryo - Chocolate Lily

Pendulum - Crush

[echidnacat]

IDK why I drew each one individually for this meme instead of just taking the lineup models for each, but I’m happy with the results regardless.

Character explanations and extra stuff under the cut.

thanks - Ben: Ben is simple, Ben is content.

*laughs nervously* - Allan: Nervous and awkward

i’m sorry - Dusky: She’s reserved and polite, but she has a busy life, she doesn’t have the time to feel the same way

who doesn’t? - Comet: Arrogant and has a large social circle, need I say more?

a horrible decision, really - Loco: Averse to affection, highly mistrusting and, in his eyes, “innately unlikeable”

*laughs hysterically* - Minty: Very, very desperately craves affection

*finger guns* - Sauce and Akkoro: Kewl vibes

I know - Neon: He knows all

why - Phoenix: No, seriously, why?

YEET - The Salty Crew: Don’t feed the wild animals, you can’t fix them. They’ll throw you in the bin

If only there was someone out there who loved you - Midnight: What zero empathy does to a mf

[hamsterclaw]

Pow

Your job is to keep Gotham city safe, but you spend more of your time keeping Catboy aka Jeon Jungkook out of trouble.

Pairing: Jungkook x F! Reader

Rating: 18+

Word count: 1.1k

Genre: Subversion of Batman roles, smut, crack and misandry

Warnings: Sex, pouty JK

For Memes @madbutgloriouspond who took this idea and ran with it and came up with all the best lines including ‘being taken seriously as a man.’ Special mention to Mango @blog-name-idk for encouraging the crack all the way.

Gotham is cast in perpetual twilight to you because of your burden of being her protector.

The villains who seek their own gains stop for no man, even if they look hella sexy in a catsuit.

Jeon Jungkook aka Catboy because Catman didn’t have quite the same naughty ring to it, crosses his arms over his chest and expects you not to be distracted as he talks to you.

You remind yourself to tell him he needs to talk less pouty if he wants anyone to actually listen, but for now you just enjoy the view.

‘They didn’t even stop when I stood in front of them,’ he complains.

You tear your gaze away from his sculpted ass as he slinks around the bat cave and try to concentrate on his words.

‘Did you tell them to stop?’ you ask, undoing your weapon belt and letting it fall to the floor for your trusty manservant Park Jimin to pick up later.

‘I told them!’ Jungkook whines, voice going pitchy like it does when he’s at his most agitated. ‘I threatened them with my claws!’

‘Oh Kookie,’ you sigh. ‘You need to work on your presence, baby girl.’

You unhook your cape and toss it aside carelessly.

‘Will you give me a back rub, kitty?’

‘Don’t call me kitty!’ whinges Jungkook.

‘Ok ok, don’t get testerical,’ you say hastily, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. God, he gets so tetchy sometimes.

Like it’s a problem being so pretty he gets constantly objectified.

Man problems mystify you.

You start peeling off your leather batsuit.

‘Maybe if you want to be taken seriously as a man you should stop stealing jewellery,’ you suggest.

Jungkook goes all red in the face with how worked up he is. You can tell by how he takes a deep breath before he starts speaking that he’s about to go on another one of his meninist tirades.

God, if he wasn’t so pretty you’d break up with him and date Poison Ivy. Now Kim Taehyung’s a man who leans into his menininity.

You need to head this off at the pass before he gets truly worked up and refuses to sleep with you.

‘JK,’ you say, voice low, velvety. ‘C’mere baby.’

He stops talking but doesn’t move, looking at you like he’s considering saying no.

‘You know I respect you as a man, don’t you?’

Jungkook stares at you, wide-eyed, and you know you nearly have him.

‘You’re the strongest man I know, much stronger than me.’

The corner of his pretty mouth curls up slightly.

‘Come and let me sit on your lap, baby,’ you coo.

When he reaches the rather conveniently located lounger you’re womanspreading across, he’s already hard.

You remind yourself to send Hobi a lil something to thank him for the incredible job he did designing Catboy’s fitted latex number.

You ask, ‘can I touch you, baby?’

Jungkook nods, pouts a little.

Men love it when you respect them.

You slip out of the batsuit, enjoying the way his eyes roam over your body wildly, like he can’t decide where he wants to look most.

‘Can you take your suit off for me, doll?’ you ask.

He unzips slowly, tugging the suit down to reveal sculpted shoulders, defined pecs with dusky nipples.

You kiss his chest, tongue flicking over his nipples. He lets out a low moan as you roll one nipple between your fingers whilst sucking the other. His cock twitches under its latex prison.

You help him out of the rest of his suit, until he’s bare, standing in front of you fully erect.

You wrap your hand around his cock and tug him gently down.

He groans as you sit in his lap.

You’re already wet, have been since he folded his arms earlier, creating a cleavage displayed to perfection by the low neckline of his suit.

Another Hobi genius design.

Jungkook moans prettily as you move up and down on his cock. His forehead is sweaty, his hair sticking to it in pretty curls.

He looks wrecked, and you’ve barely started fucking him.

‘I’ve barely touched you,’ you taunt, a little breathless yourself from how rigid and thick his cock feels inside you.

He says nothing, reduced to whimpering and moaning as he helps you move your hips.

You press your fingers against his parted lips, into the wet warmth of his mouth.

‘Suck, baby.’

‘Gonna cum,’ he mumbles around your fingers.

‘Already? You’re such a slut for me, we’ve barely started, baby boy,’ you pant.

Jungkook cries out as he comes, spurting hot streaks of white into your cunt. His pretty moans rise in pitch until he’s so loud you’re glad the batcave is soundproof.

He buries his face between your breasts as his cries subside.

‘Come on,’ you say, pinching his nipple. ‘One more for me, baby.’

Jungkook twitches helplessly inside you, still hard.

‘I can’t!’ he protests.

‘You can,’ you say, reaching between his spread legs to press a finger against his rim.

Jungkook cries out in pleasure as you nudge a knuckle against his rim.

You squeeze his cock, which is already hardening inside you, and Jungkook whines.

‘Gotta,’ he grunts.

He doesn’t finish his sentence, instead rolling on top of you so he can start hammering into you.

His stamina is ridiculous.

You’ve always appreciated how he keeps himself in good shape for you, his figure is as manly as the day you met him trying ineffectually to rob a bank using his manly wiles.

You’d paid the bank manager and the chief of police off to not pursue him.

Robbing banks is really a woman’s job. Men lack the finesse to do it properly.

Jungkook’s breathy moaning snaps you back into the present.

‘Are you close?’ you demand, fingers under his chin.

‘Yes,’ he cries out. ‘Fuck, yes.’

You hold out until you feel him pulsing inside you, his hands tight on your ass.

‘Good boy,’ you say, breathless, ‘that’s good, baby.’

Jungkook presses kisses to your neck as he helps you grind on him, seeking your own pleasure now.

You moan as he bucks his hips, and then you’re coming, wetness seeping from you to coat his cock.

He wraps his arms around you, and you bury your face in his soft hair.

‘Wanna snuggle,’ he says, muffled into your chest.

You sigh.

Men get so clingy after sex sometimes when all you want to do is tap that ass.

He pouts up at you, and your heart softens.

‘Ok, catboy, we can snuggle,’ you say, resigned.

Hopefully he doesn't want to stay the night too.

©hamsterclaw 2023

This is for Memes @madbutgloriouspond who encouraged this crackiness and came up with all the best lines including my favourite line about 'being taken seriously as a man'. Special mention to Mango @blog-name-idk equally for running and encouraging this chaos.

[brooklynislandgirl]

borrowed with grace from new friend Vee over @reyestr

FIRST MEETINGS MEME

A meme for first meetings and introduction threads, aka a ‘What you will notice about my muse first’ cheat sheet.

Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Fill in details.

(Please do not remove the credit + blank meme link)

blank meme: x

GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Masculine. Feminine. Non-Binary. Notes: Beth was born a cis-gender female and most of the time she's comfortable in that shape/body.

Race: Polynesian/Caucasian {Hawai'ian and Irish, respectively, or as she'd say it, hapa-haole}

Complexion: Beth's natural skin tone is a tawny/dusky shade that might be compared to sand or toast. Most public photos taken of her tend to lighten her skin as much as possible per the Admiral's request. When she spends her time out-doors she tans easily and resembles more her Island kin than the Irish side of the family. Beth tends to wear minimal make up, and when she's doing a dramatic look she usually sticks to eye make up and bold lipsticks, highlighting what she considers her best features. Upon closer inspection one might notice a small constellation of tiny freckles that hover around the right side of her mouth and chin, and another sweep of fainter freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her skin tone leans towards the autumn spectrum, and it is incredibly fine, soft.

Height: Beth is just barely five feet tall.

Body Type: Endomorph. Mesomorph. Ectomorph. Other / More Details: Beth is actually somewhat underweight for her size, ranging between 90-96 lbs. Most of her curves tend to remain in her hips and backside, and her chest is narrow, sporting a very modest b-cup.

Body Build: Small. Medium. Athletic. Muscular. Soft. Curvy. Voluptuous. Other / More Details: Beth has been called small, delicate, bird-boned. From behind or at a minor distance, she has been mistaken for a young teen or larger child. It is hard for her to put on or maintain muscle tone.

Body Hair: None. Shaves/Waxes. Trims/Grooms. Untamed. Color: The colour on her arms and legs matches that of her hair, a dark to medium dark brown. Notes: Beth's body hair tends to be incredibly fine, almost non-existent, and thus she doesn't feel the need to wax or shave very often.

Head Hair: None. Buzzed. Short. Medium. Long. Very Long. Asymmetrical Cut. Color: Naturally Beth has dark brown almost black hair with natural red highlights. Occasionally she might do a subtle colour, either deep auburn or honey-brown. Style: Beth tends to style her hair to within an inch of its life, keeping it sleek and straight so that the Admiral has nothing to complain about. Naturally it tends to be incredibly wavy/curly {3b hair}, with a tendency to become a touch frizzy in moist/damp air. Most of the time Beth keeps her hair long and loose. For work it's in a ponytail or bun, and when her mental health is at its absolutely lowest, she hacks it pretty much down to a bob.

Eye color: Beth has green/brown central heterochromia,which is what most people call hazel. Her noticible colour is green, with an almost honey brow mixed in. It is a far softer colour than her brother's.They tend to shift colour via lighting or dilation of the pupil. Details: Wide, upturned eyes tend to give her a Disney-Princess look. Her lashes are naturally long and thick.

Scars: Beth's left leg has a large shark-bite scar from the bottom of her knee to the top of her ankle. Within the borders of the scar the muscle is visibly atrophied and has the texture of something close to a burn scar. The tendons are shortened, making her left leg a fraction shorter than her right.

FASHION

Fashion Style: Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic. Other:

Color Palette: Beth tends to wear seasonal colours {lighter pastels in the spring and summer, darker secondary colours in the fall and winter}.

Typical Clothing: Beth tends to wear as little clothing as she can manage without making a scene. During warm weather she tends toward camisole tops or bikinis. She tends to wear ankle/floor length skirts. For work, she wears scrubs. Beth does. not. wear. pants. unless she's out jogging, doing yoga, or wearing a wet-suit. And while she has a walk-in closet full of designer and custom gowns and other clothing, the kinds of which would make Paris Fashion Week drool in their dreams, she tends to prefer vintage clothing.

Piercings: Beth's ears are pierced in multiple places which differ from ear to ear. She has a sub-dermal piercing at her hip.

Tattoos: Beth has a tattoo of a honu {sea turtle} on the back of her left hip, whose shell contains the Hawai'ian archipelago and a hibiscus flower. Other tattoos vary verse to verse.

Other Information: Beth tends to hate shoes and will wear 'slippahs' whenever she can get away with it. At home she tends to be barefoot, or during cold snaps, she might tolerate socks. She likes to wear rings, bracelets, earrings when not at work. She keeps her nails manicured.

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: Beth's features tend to be open, friendly, and at worst, neutral.

Default Body Language: As stated above, she tends to have open, inviting body language that changes only when/if she has disengaged with someone, or it's the Admiral. Around the Admiral her body language is closed, defensive, on the verge of flight/fight.

General Movements: Beth's incredibly graceful from a lifetime of surfing, swimming, dance. She tends to flow through the room, slow and cautious. The longer she has been awake, or the longer she's been on her feet, it becomes apparent that she does have a faint limp, due to shortened tendons and ligaments, atrophied muscle in her shark-scarred leg.

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: Beth's entire presence rests on the fact that she is warm and gracious, curious until she's given reason not to. Everyone is treated like a friend. As such, she tends to be a soothing comfort, and someone a person can open up to easily.

Appearance: Beth is always perfectly dressed for every situation, impeccably garbed in public, perfect but often subtle make up. This does not carry through to being at home where she feels comfortable.

Scent: She makes her own essential oils/lotions and people tend to describe her as tropical; lightly floral, a touch of sea salt, coconut, macadamia, something very faintly herbal. Too soon after work, she tends to carry the smell of hospital antiseptics {and/or blood}.

Voice Description: Her voice tends to surprise people. Being so short and slight, most people expect her to have a high/thin/child-like voice. She speaks so softly that she rarely speaks above an audible whisper, and her tones tend to be a little husky/smokey, warm, layered. When she does have to raise her voice, it is the kind that doesn't brook arguments and carries the tone of command of a queen or a soldier, though she is neither.

Accent: yes / no More information: Beth has always had problems with certain digraphs {th in particular} and is most comfortable speaking her native pidgin with a slight speech impediment. She can, however, speak perfectly serviceable "Haole" {American English}. She also understands a host of other languages, and takes a small measure of pride in being able to pick local idioms/slang easily, despite her audio processing disorder.

Speech Mannerisms: Beth tends to be a touchy person; conveying meaning or clarity with minor touching of other people's hands, knees, shoulders when speaking closely. She also tends to gesticulating while she's talking. When she speaks "Haole" it is far slower, measured, careful than when speaking pidgin, with slight pauses occasionally as she struggles with a phrase or sounding out words in her head. When conversing with someone, she tends to watch the person's mouth and eye area to pick up contextual clues and mouth-shapes to help bolster her understanding.

Anything else to add? Beth tends to sometimes come across as the most real person in the room, is magnetic despite her best efforts. However, if she doesn't want to engage with someone, she tends to slowly slip away from their thoughts/memories, until she is absolutely forgotten. Perhaps the eeriest noticible trait is that she never fully blinks. Her eyes tend to only half close, three quarters at best. {It almost feels like she's missing a nictitating membrane}. The second most noticible trait is that she has small, sharp teeth, almost preternaturally so, and slightly crooked. {{Certain kinds of hunters and others like her recognise these as 'primal markings' and might speak to her slightly less than human dna}} {{Beth's main face claim is Kristin Kreuk, and her secondary face claim is Smiley Arianne}}

[llondonfog]

If you're still doing the fic meme, maybe Silver's first time getting sick and Lilia worried, cause maybe it's his first time dealing with a sick human child. Honestly anything you write will be a Godsend.

[✐meme] three sentence fic meme

Lilia Vanrouge has faced hordes of blood-thirsty enemies frothing at the bit for his head on a silver platter and laughed with mad glee; he has deftly navigated the razor-sharp trip wires of simpering subtlety that was the Queen's council without missing a single, twisted step; he has even tamed a raging baby dragon princeling's fiery tantrums with a smile still full of grace and only singed bangs that rather end up suiting his roguish charm.

He can count on one hand the times that he's felt true, genuine fear, the kind that wriggles and buries its way through your heart like an invisible maggot, only to erupt in full hideous bloom once it is too late to halt it at the source.

This, is one of those times— the child on his bed curls there pitifully under a thick quilt, sniffling in misery as his features take on an alarming, rosy complexion and his small frame trembles with a chill so at odds with the late summer air.

" . . . Papa?"

As if it had been a command by the Queen herself, Lilia finds himself instantly kneeling by the bedside at that hoarse, fretful cry, careful talons loosely carding through sweat-soaked hair.

"I am here, little one," he soothes quietly, waiting until those glassy auroral eyes have blinked once, twice, before focusing on him. "I promise, it won't be long now. I've sent for the palace healers, and dear Malleus has said he would accompany them straight here. Wouldn't you like that, darling? You like it when he visits, yes?"

A tiny cough accompanies the nod from the boy, and he perks up slightly at the mention of the prince's impending arrival, gaze brightening marginally.

"Will Malleus-sama bring his fireflies, Papa?"

Ah yes— the boy was fascinated by the green sparks that would dance and dazzle from the prince's fingertips, and it was an open secret that Malleus delighted in such a rare, innocent appreciation of his magical display.

Lilia has returned home from many a trip to find them together in a dusky garden well past the prince's obligation, a vulnerable, tucked away smile on his regal face as he watched Lilia's son chase the lights with laughter.

"Yes, I think he might— we want you to feel better, and isn't Sebek's father always saying that laughter is the best medicine?" Lilia coos softly, stroking a talon lightly down the boy's cheek where the sensation elicits a faint ticklish huff. "Such a funny human notion— why, if that were the case, I bet I could get you out of bed in only ten minutes!"

He watches as that statement brings a familiar crooked smile to Silver's face, wishing terribly that such a cure could be true.

His knees twinge at the uncomfortable posture, hips protesting at such a stance to still be kneeling by the bed, but he cannot, will not move until Malleus and the healers arrive. These old aches and pains, they matter little as he hums snatches of long-forgotten melodies and strokes the boy's hair as if by his mere presence he could battle the fever away— but he knows he'd kneel there for eternity and then some as small fingers reach for and curl between his own with a trust undeserved.

[duskymrel]

Part 5 of TWST as my friend group quotebook

austism go crazy. also anything with a '^' was something said or done by yours truly <3

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^Jade: *sneezes*

Azul: Why do you sneeze so politely but also violently

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^Idia: I'm pretty sure the nacho cheese at school will give me cancer

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Cater: The urge to be an independent woman leaving my body the second I see my math score. (I'll need to marry rich).

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Malleus: *makes his Kahoot name 'thing'"*

^Leona: You're literally objectifying yourself. Whatever happened to feminism?

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^Ace: What is Crewels last name????

Jack and Epel:

Jack and Epel: BAHAHGSJDSHSHA 💀

^Ace: I hope you all choke and die on holy water

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^Ruggie, doing Leona's makeup: What's your eye shape?

Leona: Black

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Jamil, to ^Azul: I fee bad for whatever prehistoric fish evolved into whatever you are

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Jade: B- but Azul 😔

Floyd: What do you mean we can't sit on your lap while you take a shit? 💔💔💔

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Sebek: stop showing me ads for SEX WEED 1!1!2!1!!!!!1!1!!!1!21!1!1!1!

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^Epel: Oh my GOD its hotter than Satan's sticky, sweaty, puckering asshole in here.

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^Floyd: If I rip your dick off and above it up your ass, is that masturbation or gay sex?

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Ruggie, to ^Leona: How you got all that in the front but nothing in the back?

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^Ace: But I'm too pretty to die. 💔

Jamil: I think your ego is killing you faster than this run ever could.

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Lilia: Are you and Malleus dating?

^Yuu: Uh... No???? Why?

Lilia: You were nice to him.

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Idia: MF HE DOESN'T KNOW IT'S "UNHOLY" QUIT KINKSHAMING HIM YOU SAD FUCK

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Vil: If someone says I have a red flag I'll just say "well, at least I look good in red"

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This was so silly !!!1!1!11!1!1!! (We're all delusional)

[duskdragonxiii]

the normal brothers

[ghostalservice]

Ten First Lines meme!

tagged by @mxmollusca, whose first lines are UNIFORMLY BANGERS

Here are my most recent ten first lines:

Til We See the Sunlight: Stede really didn’t expect to make it here. (Figure skater AU WIP collab with Claire and Moss!)

like a bird: When Stedeth-Esgarrouth-Bonnetil was a very young Andalite, he thought that he’d like to be a dome ship when he grew up. (prequel to the Animorphs AU, collab with Petrichorca!)

Desert Bloom: The bud was absolutely beautiful, and Stede had never seen a saguaro bloom like this: all huge and skin-pink, delicate blush at the base and deepening to a dusky, dark red where the tips of the petals came together at the point, and he needed to get a closer look—he wished his camera could capture color, because goodness, would anyone believe them? (1880s explorers AU, collab with Holly!)

the fanfic background character gig economy hustle is hard (like your blorbos' wieners): Video: the outside of a motel. The windows of all the rooms except the ends are shattered, the ones in the center completely gone. The image is slightly unclear, as if seen through water [possibly a video effect?] (Very silly collab with Avery revisiting previous fics)

Wildest Dreams: T has a routine. (Fic of fic for Throat GOAT)

A Frog in the Hand: The long, dragging school day is finally over, and Alma is on a mission. (Youtuber frogworld AU, collab with Holly!)

Silky Smooth Slide, Right Where You Need It: The first time Stede watches gay porn, it’s a revelation. (Stede/Astroglide, Modern AU)

Chicken Soup for the Middle-Aged Soul: Ed Teach stands in the lobby of the Marriott hotel in Stamford, Connecticut, and wonders if he’s made a terrible mistake. (Crossword/Cryptid/Noir AU, collab with Avery!)

who's gonna be on the plate?: When Ed gets back from the market, Stede’s nowhere to be found. (Squssy short, collab with Lottie)

come hither gleam: Six weeks down in the Bureau basement with Stede “Spooky” Bonnet, and Ed’s more baffled than ever. (Cryptid FBI co-monsterfucker sex pollen AU)

My thing in common is that I love collabs and dropping into the action I guess?

I'm tagging @trans-top-stede, @zombee, @bomberqueen17, @clairegregoryau, @veeagainsttheday, @amuseoffyre, @petrichorca and @morethanslightly!

[miamierre]

OTP asks: 8, 22, 28 for piarles and maxiel please ❤️

hi darlin!!! i dont dabble in maxiel often so let's see how i do w/these! hehe

8. What happens if one of them gets sick?

for piarles: it's either wildly dramatic or ignored to the point of danger. like, if charles has a stomachache or feels a little bit stuffy, he is laid up on the couch moaning about how life is so unfair, and how he forgets what being healthy is like, and that pierre has to give him a back massage because i will die without it, pierrot, please with a wide, dewy gaze that pierre just rolls his eyes at (but concedes to). however. if charles is running a fever, he's going to ignore it until pierre has to physically wrangle him to bed because he will work through it like it's just a little cold. this all works for pierre, too--the number of foot rubs charles has given him when he's feeling "achy and exhausted, charlo" is too high to count.

for maxiel: i feel like max is the more high-strung one of the two of them when it comes to being sick? daniel, to me, feels like someone who worries but does it quietly - he'll tuck max into bed and be gentle w/him, but he's not gonna make a whole scene about max not drinking the tea he's supposed to be drinking to rest up. (he always wants max to rest, i feel, too - is always worried about him running himself ragged.) but max takes daniel being sick PERSONALLY. he's gonna give his professional medical opinion and not take no for an answer. he worries audibly, he will wake daniel up to drink said tea because "it works best when you drink it on time" even though daniel mumbles some sleepy protest. daniel will be like "oh, anything else, doctor" trying to be sexy and flirty and max just shuts him down immediately because yes there is something else. always.

22. What reminds each of their partner?

for piarles: bc theyre lifelong best friends, literally anything. ridiculous twitter memes, a funny looking plant in a garden they walked by (it's u / shut up texts) - sometimes poetry, although usually it's charles sending it to pierre and it's usually bad poetry, which pierre will make him read back to him the next time they're together.

for maxiel: max associates daniel w/bright, vibrant colors and cowboys (obviously, because thats his brand) but i also feel like he'll associate daniel w/like. lilies. just, the whole variety of the flower. they're beautiful and they're so unique in their style and color variety. he tells daniel this one time and daniel tackles him in some kind of watery hug-kiss mess of affection. as far as daniel goes, i think he associates max with little yappy dogs (affectionate) (max whacks him in the shoulder every time he makes that association and daniel just laughs along w/it) and chubby little blond babies. he's obsessed w those baby photos of max. every single cute fat lil toddler they see when they're out together, daniel will go "look. it's you" and max rolls his eyes. a sleeper pick: daniel thinks of max during sunset/the dusky parts of the evening. loud with color at the beginning, but faded into quietness by the time night rolls around.

28. What are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

for piarles: oh absolutely. both in the genuinely sweet way, and also in the stupid way. again: lifelong friends, which means they will just call each other anything. slap a "my" in front of it and i guarantee you pierre has called charles that.

for maxiel: i feel like they could go either way? i imagine daniel has the potential to be a real sap about it, but he also could just stick to calling max "maxy" and "baby" for the rest of their lives and be settled. i cannot read max for the life of me. maybe he secretly loves the petnames but likes to play it cool? daniel teases it out of him eventually but. yeah

gotta be honest i have 0 read on whether ANY of my maxiel was fanon-compliant so forgive me if i swung and missed at any of this LMAO. ty for the ask bb!

[duskypolysam]

Some art featuring Dusky and Reus swapped with their links running into a character that has been downgraded to an NPC. Say hello to Sneaker the Umbreon Jester.

Also got some inspiration from a meme for this.