#fun prompt/ship dynamic!

[yourstrulynobody]

I forgot I had this

Anyway, a fun prompt I had for SingingSolstice that I thought fit Mermay :3

(I just used "color balance" to switch the bg color so ye—I also just realized its their colors so thats neat :)! )

Unrelated: but I finished two chapters of "Eclipse's Eclipse Twins" (both chapters are short) a few days ago so I may post some of that writing here :) + im working on a continuation for my DCA mermay post :D!!

[imogenkol]

— SHE’D DO ANYTHING FOR ME

pairing: Imogen Kol (oc) x Bix Caleen rating: Mature words: 3.3k warnings: possessive behavior, codependency, fight and make up summary: tfw when your ex finds your taste in women extremely questionable

notes: this is another older-ish one that I feel compelled to post on its own.

Everything felt so... calm and peaceful. In the same way the sky looks before a storm. Imogen should be fleeing for her life or at the very least preparing herself for the inevitable destruction. But she didn't — she couldn't. 

All she managed was to lie in bed beside the woman she fought so hard not to love. The warmth of her body half draped over Imogen's after a night of passion. It was such a simple thing, to have her beloved's head rest against her chest and feel their breaths as one, yet she could not recall ever feeling so content.

Destruction might just be worth it.

Bix trailed her fingertips along her bare collarbone which caused Imogen to smile. Her own caress lightly traveled up and down the mechanic's spine in aimless patterns. It even felt extraordinary to touch her just for the sake of it.

"I'm starting to believe you actually like waking up next to me," Bix said in a lighthearted tone.

"I have always desired this," Imogen admitted softly, tilting her head enough to nuzzle against hers.

"Meaning you've always been afraid of this."

Imogen tensed. The hard-wired urge to pull away and fiercely deny such an accusation threatened to overcome her, but there was no sense in refuting the truth any longer. Not from Bix. Gradually, the bounty hunter willed her muscles to ease. She wondered how long it would take to train these instincts out of her. "If we... truly commit to one another –"

Bix's fingers suddenly twitched into a fist against Imogen's skin. "If?"

"No," Imogen quickly corrected herself. "No more ifs. What I mean to say is... Well, I have a lot to learn."

"So do I. So does everyone," Bix stated matter-of-factly. She leaned up on her elbow and met the other woman's apprehensive expression. "You're here. You're trying. That's all that really matters to me."

A strand of dark hair dangled over the mechanic's cheek. Imogen reached out and delicately tucked it behind her ear. She took in the unobscured beauty of her beloved for a few prolonged beats, her thumb tracing some of those features that left her in awe.

"I am quite certain there is one thing in this galaxy that I would not be able to bear," Imogen muttered under her breath – almost to herself.

Bix moistened her lips as she inched closer. "And what's that?"

A rhythmic knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Along with a gruff voice that called out "Bix? It's me."

Imogen hoped her glare would burn right through the durasteel to strike Cassian down.

"Hang on!" Bix called back. With an exasperated sigh, she slumped down and hid her face in the crook of Imogen's neck for a beat before she forced herself up. At the sight of the bounty hunter's less than pleased expression, Bix said "Don't start anything. I’m not in the mood to deal with either of your shit today."

"He still draws breath, does he not? That is the extent of my manners," Imogen replied curtly as Bix hastily dressed herself. She, too, summoned a great effort to follow her out of bed and do the same. "Unless he wishes to apologize for aiming a blaster at my heart."

"You held your lightsaber at his throat."

"He drew on me first."

Bix rolled her eyes, though Imogen caught the upturn at the corner of her mouth before she turned towards the door. "Come in."

The both of them hadn't quite finished dressing. Cassian entered as Bix fastened the waistband of her pants at the same moment Imogen pulled a shirt over her head. He halted mid-step, his gaze shifting between the two women as if a complicated equation did not add up. Though, the scene before him must have been fairly obvious.

"What is it, Cass?" Bix impatiently urged.

"I just... wanted to talk to you." Cassian's answer came out distracted. His eyes lingered on the bounty hunter.

Imogen looked to Bix expectantly and received a nod. A part of her had hoped that she would have been allowed to remain in the room, but she understood why Bix dismissed her. Without another word, Imogen collected her coat in one hand and intended to make her exit when an impulse emerged. She would not have Cassian misinterpret anything here, not if she had any say in it.

In a few strides, Imogen went to Bix and pulled her in by the back of her neck. While their lips met with intention, it was no less soft or passionate than the kisses they shared in private. Imogen indulged in a few strokes and had to fight not to get lost in the sensations, nearly forgetting the witness she intended to show for.

Once Imogen pulled away, she gave Bix a parting caress and said "I will come find you later."

The mechanic had a knowing glint in her eye, but she nodded again. "Alright."

Cassian had not moved and the nature of his continued gaze turned from dumbfounded to outright suspicion. Imogen glared right back at him as she made her way towards the door. He stood far enough into the room that she could have easily maneuvered around him, but she instead shoved her shoulder into his as she walked past. Just to make sure her point came across clearly.

Cassian let it happen and she exited the room with an air of confidence. 

Despite having been dismissed, Imogen’s curiosity compelled her to linger just outside the door. Cassian could be there to simply check up on his friend, or he could be there to stir up tension. Either way, Imogen didn’t trust his judgment or his motives and prepared to intervene if she must. 

She leaned against the wall next to the door and shut her eyes to focus her hearing as best as she could past the thick durasteel wall. Through the Force, she could pinpoint each of their positions and the vibration of their voices became clear in her ears. 

“I didn’t realize you two were back to your original arrangement,” Cassian said. 

“We’re not,” Bix replied curtly. 

“No? Then what was all that about?”

“We’re trying something different.” 

Cassian scoffed. “Different. With her?” 

“Yeah. With her,” Bix asserted and Imogen sensed that she placed her hands on her hips as irritation began to swell in the mechanic’s chest. 

“Alright then.” 

“Look, did you just come in here to rag on my personal life choices or was there actually a point to this conversation?” 

“I’m not ragging,” he insisted, shrugging his shoulders defensively. “I just – I don’t get it.” 

“Well, you sound pretty judgmental. Which is rich coming from you, Cass.” 

“At least I haven’t slept with an Imperial Inquisitor.” 

“She’d do anything for me.”

Cassian did not try to hide his disdain. “Where have I heard that before?”

“Imogen is not Timm,” Bix snapped.

Under normal circumstances, Imogen would never allow anyone to come to her defense. All that mattered was that she had enough power to stand up for herself. And yet… she realized that no one ever has spoken up for her in any capacity. The utter conviction in Bix’s statement filled her with an unexpected swell of pride. 

“No,” Cassian agreed patronizingly. “Timm never waved a red laser sword in anyone’s face.”

The jab only seemed to antagonize the mechanic more. “What is your problem?”

The two of them struggled to keep their tones leveled, but as tensions grew, so did their volume. Even in an enclosed space, their disagreement would certainly be heard by anyone that walked by. Imogen didn’t even have to hold her focus through the Force to hear them clearly any longer. Cassian must not have cared because he knew many others held the same prejudices against Imogen that he did. Bix clearly had no issue voicing her opposite opinion. 

Imogen loved her for it. 

“I don’t know, I just,” he stammered over his argument once again and sighed. “I think there are better options out there –”

“What, like you?”

“Come on, you know that isn’t what I’m trying to say.”

“Then what are you trying to say? Explain it to me.”

Imogen’s patience for eavesdropping wore thin and the discomfort she sensed in Bix only made her own anger rise. The bounty hunter pushed away from the wall and took an assertive step towards the room, fully intending to assure Cassian of her permanence at Bix’s side, but his next words made her hesitate. 

“I’m worried for you, being with someone like that,” he said earnestly

There was a pause. Bix did not abandon her stern tone, but Imogen heard it soften ever so slightly as she responded. “She won’t do anything that I don’t ask her to do.”

“Maybe that’s what I’m worried about.”

“Oh, so you’re afraid of me now, too?”

“I’m afraid of how she’ll change you.”

Another tense beat of silence passed between the two of them. Imogen absorbed Cassian’s words and they left a bitter taste on her mouth. He sounded like Cal, making it seem as if darkness only corrupted. Darkness could bring strength. Darkness could bring power. Imogen would not change Bix, Bix would change herself into whatever she needed to be. That is what Cassian truly feared, whether he realized it or not.

“I’ve already changed. And Imogen had nothing to do with it. So do us both a favor and mind your fucking business from now on,” Bix said firmly.

The mechanical door suddenly slid open and Bix came into view as she stormed away from the conversation, coming up short once she spotted Imogen. Her eyes widened slightly and she quickly glanced behind her, but Cassian hadn’t made his retreat from the room yet. 

“Are you alright?” Imogen asked. The urge to confront Cassian herself remained, though she doubted any of her intentions towards him would improve his reservations about her.

Bix continued to briskly walk away, reaching out for Imogen’s waist to usher them along — or more likely move her as far away from Cassian as they could get in order to avoid a possible blood feud. “How much of that did you hear?”

“All of it,” Imogen casually admitted. 

“Don’t let it get to you, alright?” Bix rubbed her hand up and down Imogen’s back. Whether her intentions were to pacify herself or the dangerous woman next to her, it was difficult to say. Imogen still accepted her touch. 

“While he made a fool of himself… some of his concerns are not entirely unfounded,” she said slowly.  

Bix shot her a deeply confused look. “Are you saying you care what Cassian thinks?”

“No,” Imogen replied with a scoff. “I simply mean that he harbors the same judgments everyone else holds against me. I have accepted them long ago and so should you, lest that scowl overstays its welcome.” 

The mechanic shook her head bitterly, ignoring Imogen’s attempt to lighten her mood. “They just don’t know you.”

“And they never will. Not like you do.” 

“Maybe that’s the problem,” Bix pointed out as she came to a stop in a secluded corner of the hallway. “All he sees is the Inquisitor.”

Imogen tried not to roll her eyes. “I have nothing to prove to him or anyone else. Why should I waste my time with such an endeavor? Especially when they are not wrong.”

“They are wrong.”

“No, they aren’t. Not about me. Not about us.” Imogen placed her hands on Bix’s arms. Her caress had a sort of melancholy that lingered in the small smile across her lips. “I do not believe I am the best option for you, but I will be yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bix asked incredulously and shook off her touch. 

Imogen felt a tightness at the back of her throat. She moistened her lips and swallowed with difficulty, her voice hollow. “Have you considered that your feelings for me might be influenced by gratitude? By the simple fact that I got to you first on Ferrix? Would it not be Cassian’s embrace you’d wish to fall into every night had it been him?” 

It deeply pained Imogen to voice an insecurity that she had failed to bury. The way Bix had looked at her differently since Ferrix filled Imogen with a warmth that she had never experienced before, but she could not shake the whisper at the back of her mind that gradually became another scream in the cacophony. A part of her did not care if it was true, she would be grateful to have Bix in any capacity. But the much larger part that truly loved her felt she needed to hear those words.

An intense and furious expression twisted Bix’s features as her body stiffened. She fixed Imogen with such a hard look that the bounty hunter nearly took a step back. 

“Fuck you,” Bix said with a shocking amount of venom. Imogen realized her grave mistake, then, and it felt like a harsh slap to the face. “And fuck what you’re insinuating.” 

“Bix–”

“And I’ll tell you why you’re wrong,” she continued fiercely and took an assertive step towards Imogen, entering her space. It wasn’t until that moment that Imogen noticed she had, in fact, backed away. “What I feel for you was there before all of this. So, despite what you might think of me, I won’t just fall for the first fucking person who comes to my rescue!”

Imogen’s gaze became downcast in shame before she responded softly “Forgive me. I misspoke.”

“You sure did,” Bix snarled bitterly. She turned to walk away and Imogen felt conflicted on whether or not she should follow. 

She refrained from pursuit, but she couldn’t help calling out after her. “You know I don’t truly think that.” 

Bix hesitated. Some of the tension dispersed from her shoulders as she released a weary sigh and glanced back. “You still don’t believe that I can love you for you. I thought we were past this, Imogen.” 

“I do not doubt you.”

“Some part of you does.”

“Maybe… But I swear not to give voice to those thoughts ever again.” She dared a step towards the mechanic.

Bix held up a hand to stop her. “Look, first it was Cassian and now it’s you, just… give me some time, okay?”

Imogen hated Cassian. And she wasn’t particularly fond of herself at the moment, either. She conceded. “Of course.”

As she watched Bix walk away, Imogen felt the invisible tether between them tighten. Disbelief filled the pit of embarrassment in her gut as she tried to make sense of what just happened. She knew better. Imogen knew better and still she plucked out the most absurd thought from the back of her mind and spoke it out loud like a witless scoundrel. If her utter foolishness is what finally made the tether snap, she would never forgive herself.

Hours passed and Imogen kept herself scarce until evening approached and she could sequester herself to the comfort of her own ship. Though, The Huntress felt far colder and emptier than it ever has before.

Imogen ate a quick supper and prepared for bed early. As she settled into the cot, silence sounded more unbearable than a cacophony of tangled voices. The longer she stewed in the memory of her own foolish words, the more Imogen felt like she could hear the shouting of those imaginary voices at the back of her mind. Some sounded like her own voice. Others sounded like her Master. They sounded like Vader. They sounded like Cal. 

They sounded like Bix. 

After a while — or an eternity — Imogen groaned and sat up in the cot, swinging her legs over the side and contemplating numerous methods to get her brain to shut off. All felt fruitless. 

Then she sensed a familiar presence approach, making her spine perk up like an alert animal. 

The entrance to The Huntress whooshed open and Bix trudged in, looking as exhausted and dejected as Imogen felt. The bounty hunter couldn’t deny the immediate feeling of serenity at the sight of her lover, but she still gripped the edge of the cot and half expected another round of disciplining. 

The mechanic came to a stop before her and crossed her arms, appearing less stern than earlier, but Imogen still noted the twitch of her jaw. They simply breathed in the tense air for a few long beats until she finally spoke. 

“You didn’t come to bed.” Bix tried to hide it, but she sounded hurt.

“You asked for time,” Imogen replied pointedly. 

The mechanic sighed as she stared down at the floor and shook her head. “I didn’t mean the whole night, I’m sorry.”

“You should not apologize.” 

“I want to,” Bix insisted as she stepped closer to the cot. Her fingers twitched in a subtle fidget at her sides. “What you said earlier –” 

“Was careless.” 

“Yeah,” she said with a nod. “Yeah, it was. But I know you didn’t mean it that way. I’ve been thinking about it and you’re not entirely wrong. Well, you are when it comes to Cassian, but about gratitude...” Bix’s shoulders lifted as she took in a deep breath, her gaze shifting over the interior of the ship that she knew as well as her own home back on Ferrix. “I’ve always wanted to be near you, but after everything you’ve done for me, it feels less like a want and more like a need. I don’t know, but I start to lose my mind a little bit when you’re gone. Even with how upset I was earlier, a part of me still hoped you’d come after me.”

Imogen took a quiet moment to contemplate the confession. She understood Bix’s words because she had seen the evidence. All that she missed was the true extent of her suspicion. But before Imogen allowed her emotions to settle, she offered one single question. 

“Does that bother you?”

“No,” Bix answered confidently and closed the distance between them. She reached out and took a strand of Imogen’s hair between her fingers. “Does it bother you?”

It should, her thoughts responded immediately without voicing it. Imogen recognized this attachment had grown to an intensity Bix did not have full control over. She recognized it because it was the same attachment she had within herself. As if Bix were a vital organ her body would not survive without.

Could Imogen’s devotion still be pure in that case? Did it matter? It certainly did not feel like it did when her beloved gazed down at her with a mixture of adoration and concern. 

“No,” Imogen said and accepted that for all it could possibly mean.

A small smile of relief brightened the mechanic’s features. “Good,” she said. Bix placed her hands on Imogen’s shoulders and pulled herself down onto the bounty hunter’s lap. “Because I’m done arguing with people about loving you.”

Imogen’s arms automatically wrapped around Bix’s waist to keep her close. She grew weary of the discourse as well, but she did not wish to see Bix angry with those she held dear – no matter how much Imogen detested them. “They argue because they care.”

“I know.” Bix leaned in until their foreheads touched, her hands coming up to rest against Imogen’s cheeks. “But they should see how you make me feel.”

Imogen felt her face flush with a warm grin at that. “You were right earlier.” 

“About what?”

Their lips brushed together. Chaste at first. More of an innocent expression of her fondness. Then Imogen tightened her grip around the woman in her embrace as she deepened the kiss. Many emotions were conveyed in the cadence she led. Her kiss was possessive as she lightly nipped at Bix’s lower lip. It was passionate as the tip of her tongue greeted hers. It was desperate as short breaths escaped their lungs and tickled their skin. It was everything. 

Imogen finally pulled back, but only the smallest amount to utter her answer. “I would do anything for you.”

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[fatescattered]

@apaise

the small package seems to weigh twice as much judging by the way she slumps and drags her feet, postponing reaching her destination as much as possible. what will they even say to each other? after their last conversation and the angered words haphazardly spat out, any chance of reconciliation is long gone. perhaps for the best. a secret like that wasn't meant to be kept while seeing someone.

it wasn't as though haley meant to lie. but there was never a natural segue for bringing up being bitten by a radioactive spider and begrudgingly becoming a vigilante overnight. instead, she kept making excuses for always being late and rescheduling their dates, avoiding any contact to hide her injuries. haley figured it was only fair she be the one to break things off too, bearing the weight of that responsibility herself.

definitely not because she was scared of being dumped sooner rather than later.

she takes a deep breath as she finally reaches the house. the walk over had been too familiar, and her feet seemed to steer her the right way no matter how many accidental detours haley tried to make. she stands awkwardly before the front door, the package safely tucked under her arm. she could just leave it there. ring the bell and make a run for it before anyone even got up to open it - she was certainly fast enough now.

with a sigh, haley shakes her head to dismiss those thoughts. hasn't she been cowardly enough already?

the loud ringing of the doorbell makes her mouth dry, and haley's antsy as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. she's praying ash is the one to open the door - she'll shoot daggers at haley and hiss venom with every word, but that's infinitely better than the alternative.

no such luck.

"hey." her voice sounds foreign even to her own ears, and haley clears her throat in a futile attempt to strengthen it. her eyes are torn between avoiding beth's entirely and refusing to look away - did she look as miserable as haley had been feeling since the breakup? was it wrong to wish for that? that she wasn't alone in her regret and heartbreak, desperate to fix things?

"mailman dropped this at my place. has your name on it." haley shows her the package nonchalantly and hands it over, speaking as if she doesn't know exactly what it is. chrissy's birthday was coming up, and beth figured that having the gift delivered to her house was too risky. haley had done the same plenty of times, barely home herself to receive any mail. during their time together, the roberts' house had become a second home to her. but not anymore. "figured i'd bring it over myself. 's easier."

[starflungwaddledee]

been working on answering a prompt i received in an ask the other day, and so i'm back thinking about... the Thing... 💖🎀 and thought maybe prompt doodles might help me work through this a little?

so uhhh.... if by any wild chance anyone has any ship suggestions for starstruck...??? feel free to send them through!

[hirokiyuu]

ace/riddle/floyd - nonary game

"We shouldn't trust him," says Ace, whose voice is a little rueful and whose watch reads 6; "Like, c'mon, when did he do a single thing that made any sense while we were in that room with him?"

Never, if Riddle's being honest--which is exactly why he can't shake the trepidation lingering in the hollows of his chest. Floyd is erratic, the type to get bored and wander off in the middle of a death game, and that means at this very moment on a whim he might be pressing Ally with just a single point left on his bracelet--or he might very well be pressing Betray.

[inafieldofdaisies]

do you have any evidence of that ? + Sabrina x John 💕

"You really want me to sleep here?" "Just grab whatever you want, Deputy.", John called out as he cracked the bathroom door open wide enough to sneak a peek at Sabrina, who hadn't moved from her seat at the edge of his bed, "I won't be long, so if you're going to be changing…" "Won't be your first time watching me undress.", she retorted as he disappeared out of view, the sound of running water being the only response she got. With the shower signaling of the limited time she had, she moved over to the dresser across from the bed and pulled the first drawer open to find neatly folded pairs of boxers. "Go figure… no 'yes' pattern or little planes in sight?", the words were barely a whisper, and she bit her lip as she slid the compartment closed and shifted her search onto the one below it. Dark satin sleep pants and matching shirts awaited in it, she doubted the latter were worn much considering anytime she saw him early in the mornings he was shirtless, prone to the same habit his older brother displayed even during sermons.

Sabrina shuffled through each pair carefully, fingers running over the smooth material, but made no move to take any of them out. The idea of sleeping in the slippery garment paired with his satin sheets gave her a pause. "Third one, it is.", she said out loud, "Bingo." A satisfied smile came over her when she grabbed a simple cotton T-shirt from the drawer, a black bundle falling at her feet in the process. "What the-", curiosity coursed through her as she bent down, gaze widening as she came to a realization that had her stand back up a rush. One of her underwear sets was folded into a tight roll. The same one he had smuggled into her bag, and she had threatened to set on fire after his brazen overstepping of boundaries. A part of her knew she shouldn't have been surprised he had done it again: gone through her stuff, and stolen the pieces of clothing he seemed so obsessed with.

"You're still not dressed for bed.", his voice rang out behind her, growing seductive when he added, "Were you waiting for me, Deputy?" She spun around quickly, completely taken aback by how close he actually was, cursing herself for not even having heard him approach as she took step back and her eyes settled on the towel wrapped around his waist. Her chin lifted up in defiance, his blue eyes drinking her in, "You're one to talk, Seed. Seeing how you're not even clothed." John shrugged as he ran a hand through his wet hair, smoothing it back while the other remained at his towel, ensuring it stayed in place, "I didn't exactly think of grabbing anything." "Did you, now?"

"I lived alone.", he strode forward, "I sleep alone. So why would I be used to anything else?" By then, he was standing in front of her, breath faning her face before his head dipped down to whisper in her ear, "Plus, remember your little stunt at your cabin, Sabrina? Certainly gave me a show of your own." He backed with a cocky gleam in his gaze, taking reign of her personal space yet again. "You were supposed to stay in the kitchen.", Sabrina reminded him slowly, refusing to let him see his nearness had any effect on her body. He ignored the jab and lifted his free hand, but instead of touching her, he grasped the handle of one of the drawers behind her. "May I?", he asked in a low tone, eyes darkening as they ran over her features, making her wonder what he was actually asking permission for.

"No." An eyebrow went up at her reply, "You want me to sleep naked? That would be interesting." In turn, she offered an eyeroll, further fueled by his arrogance, "Don't be ridiculous." "See, Deputy, you were bound to get in trouble with your affinity for the word. Saying 'Yes' on the other hand opens so many doors…" Calahan's words about potential secret rooms in the ranch came back to her then, "I don't even want to know." John had the audacity to act confused, "Hm?" "Nothing.", she sidestepped, putting space between them to allow him access to a change of clothes, getting her first indicator she was in for a long night. "Your eyes tell me otherwise.", he mumbled before unsurprisingly selecting a pair of satin pajama pants, "You might want to turn around."

The second the words left his mouth, the towel dropped on the floor, giving her a generous look at his nude backside before he stepped into the bottoms and pulled them up. Thankfully, her jaw hadn't followed suit, her expression remaining passive as he turned around, "You were looking." Her hands clutched the forgotten garments she held, "You literally gave me no time to react." "Did I, Deputy?", he retorted nonchalantly as he strode over to the bed, plopping down onto the matress. "Speaking of overstepping.", her gaze narrowed as she produced the set he had lifted from her room, "When did you take those?" He cocked his head to the side, lips pursed at the accusation, "I have no idea what you mean." "Like hell you don't." "If you want to wear them to bed…frankly, I won't stop you.", he smirked at that, resting his hands on his knees, enjoying every minute of the confrontation, not an ounce of shame or guilt present.

"Is this why you stole my underwear? To set this up?" "Do you have any evidence of that?" A sigh left her lips at the poor defense, same one guilty people would usually use as a come-back, not that she needed more confirmation of his actions, "The evidence is in my hand, Jonathan. A smoking gun." "Can you prove you didn't take those yourself and plant them in my drawer?" "You-" "You can't.", he rose back up, moving towards her with conviction, the same way he had upon their first meeting as she sat in his chair, "Which would beg the question… if you did do that, in fact…", he stopped in front of her, standing close enough that all he needed was to lower his head to kiss her, "what were you planning?" "You're a terrible liar. And lawyer." John let out a chuckle, "Far, far from it, Deputy." The crackling of the fire he had started drew her attention, "You're forgetting what I promised I will do with them."

Understanding passed over his face at once as she attempted to go around him, sights set on the stone fireplace and making true to her promise, but an arm snaked around, wrapping around her waist, and pulling her back into his body. "Don't.", his lips descended onto her ear, nipping gently as he snatched the lace set from her, "I call truce." Sabrina dropped her head back against his chest, sinking further into his embrace, "Confess, and maybe I'd consider it." A laugh shook his chest while his hold on her tightened, "You sure you want to play my game?" "And beat you at it."

[wiggybe]

I was given a sonic ship prompt by a friend to draw two characters in a bath scenario, I chose Sonadow since their dynamic is fun to me in any context, and why the hell not, eh? This is how those shenanigans turned out (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[nctmyfather]

tag dump ; pt. one - ooc !!

❝ ✦ out of costume‚ ➤ get to know who is behind the mask. ❞ ❝ ✦ public notice‚ ➤ this is important to know. ❞ ❝ ✦ muse prompts‚ ➤ you don't need a reason to save people. ❞ ❝ ✦ mun prompts‚ ➤ despite it all‚ i’m still in love with life. ❞ ❝ ✦ starter call‚ ➤ i summoned you‚ please come to me. ❞ ❝ ✦ inbox call‚ ➤ let me come to you for chaos. ❞ ❝ ✦ shipping call‚ ➤ let's see if we can make things work. ❞ ❝ ✦ plotting call‚ ➤ a story yet to be told. ❞ ❝ ✦ wanted dynamic‚ ➤ hoping to build bonds with others. ❞ ❝ ✦ wanted storyline‚ ➤ wishing to tell this particular tale. ❞ ❝ ✦ self promotion‚ ➤ don't forget‚ i'm... invincible. ❞ ❝ ✦ promotion‚ ➤ shouting out my fellow superheroes. ❞ ❝ ✦ dash game‚ ➤ having a day off from saving the world. ❞ ❝ ✦ dash commentary‚ ➤ adding our two cents to the situation. ❞ ❝ ✦ crack‚ ➤ goofing off and having fun. ❞ ❝ ✦ queue‚ ➤ waiting is the best and worst part. ❞

[icantmoveitmoveitanymore]

thoughts on terukanelemon?

Ive actually never thought abt it before..i think i rlly only looked into lemonkane before but i think both cld be rlly cute!!! Esp since lemonkane was technically canon at one point iirc

I think im generally very open to alot of tbhk ships as long as theyre not problematic (smt smt brothers..) and honestly i think they cld have a fun dynamic + imagine the schs reaction..2 technically mid guys x the sch prince i think ppl wld go ballistic

[imaginariumwanderer]

would love love love to see truthless recluse in your style!!! not quite a prompt but a related question- who would you prefer as a ship with tr more, regular shadow milk or sage of truth? personally, i’m fond of one-sided/borderline obsessive sm who thinks he’s finally found his equal in tr and tr who can’t escape from the person ruining his life (toxic yaoi ftw ❤️) but i’ve also seen a lot of cute and fun dynamics with tr and sot as well based off their skin story and such…sorry for rambling agjaklfksl

For Recluse, I did drew him a couple of times before. The way I drew his hair changed a lot since I've yet to capture the sheer beauty of it, I fell in love with the two tuff of hair behind Vani's back the day I discovered it in the art book, and was very glad when it grew longer in his Recluse form. Here's a doodles of Recluse holding Sage.

For your question, it all depends on the time of day. Am I in the mood for some tension-filled, toxic angst or a more light-hearted, bitter sweet story of understanding and conciliation? I would say it's a bit unfair, since Shadow Milk and Recluse's story is canon, they have way more scenes and thus, more "meat" to dissect than with Sage. Though Sage and Recluse's story is indeed a rather fun "what if" scenario.

If I have to give a definite answer, it'll be Shadow Milk. I too, am fond of their "one-sided love" scenario, Shadow Milk finally found someone who'll stay beside him, at the same time that person will despise him until the day they die. Best thing is, Shadow Milk have no one to blame but himself, Iza and Sana style. It's nice when they both suffer equally.

Please don't apologize for rambling now I had tons of fun writing this answer. If you have anything you wanna ask about smilk/vani, send in an ask, I'd love to chat more!

[randomness-is-my-order]

my shikanaru fics: a masterlist

listen, shikanaru was, is and will probably always be my otp so i’m just gonna start the long and tedious task of documenting my fic links for this ship. (fml but i NEED to wrangle everything into some form of organised chaos so bear with me). i’ve apparently written seventeen stories with them, which is both a smaller number than i’d thought and yet genuinely a baffling amount. note that while this ship features abundantly in my work, the primary focus of the story is not always on the development of their relationship.

i will mark my personal favourites with a “🖤” because yes, i do not love all my babies equally. i discriminate. some are just more dear to me, okay?

note: shikanaru is the default main/primary ship in these stories. the other ships mentioned are automatically the side-ships or the shared-spotlight pairings.

from oldest to newest ↓

1. twist in time: surprise surprise, it is a time travel fic. hokage naruto goes back into his younger body. changes everything. my first fic ever. if you tell me to sell this to you, i will probably lovingly insult the writing instead. still, it’s got pre-relationship shikanaru and they just mostly banter (naruto banters alot in general) | 91k words | complete | 40/40 | sequel is on hiatus | bamf!naruto, canon divergence, sasusaku | rated T |

🖤 2. swiggles: a quintessential sealmaster naruto fic where i’ve quite frankly gone a bit wild with the lore and the plentiful doodles. naruto makes friends, makes seals, makes some more friends. shikamaru is basically his best friend, along with sakura. obito returns to the village in this au but only after naruto’s already in the academy. speaking of, this fic, as of the last chapter, has only just reached graduation so it’s heavy on the pre-canon storyline. personally, developing the friend group in this, as well as the sweet, almost childish yet meaningful bond between shikanaru was very enjoyable for me | 83k words | incomplete, on hiatus | 19/? | eventual fuuinjutsu master!naruto, slow burn, fluff + humor, sakuino | rated T |

3. feelings? what are those?: just a short, silly oneshot about my favourite throuple, shikasasunaru. wrote this as a giftfic while twist in time was still a wip. it’s about naruto forcing shikamaru and sasuke to not be emotionally opaque peanuts | 4.7k words | non-oblivious!naruto, idiots in love | rated M |

4. the words tattooed on my soul: this is a fanpoetry fic. one poem from shikamaru’s pov who apparently writes plenty of these and stores them in a shoebox which he, ofcourse, hides under his bed | 172 words | poet!shikamaru | rated T |

5. the dance of destiny: platonic soulmates sasunaru and best friends shikasaku. sakura and shika leave the village to train with tsunade and years later, return so that sakura can become the hokage—she’s a champion of the civilians, basically. meanwhile, naruto has thoughts and feelings about this, given his own dream of taking the kage mantle. these four meet and their destinies (hah!) intermingle, much like an off-tempo waltz on the dancefloor (hah! again). shikamaru apparently has an asshole dad—shikaku—in this because that was what the muse wanted | 7.4k words | 2/? | incomplete | bamf!everyone | sasusaku | rated M |

🖤 6. colors of you: a lighthearted oneshot about shikamaru discovering that the village vandal painting konoha in all sorts of ridiculous murals is, infact, naruto and joining him on one of his escapades. this was written for a prompt challenge hosted on r/fanfiction actually. had a fun time writing this story. i really like how their dynamic turned out | ~4k words | pov shikamaru | rated M |

7. all in good time: another time travel fic about a burnt-out twenty-year old naruto finding himself back as an academy student after becoming estranged with konoha 12 in the og timeline following a failed jounin exam in which he ended up being the cause for shikamaru getting injured and scarred. this one’s more angsty, with a gentler naruto who’s a little sick of his life as a chunin. i really want to write and complete this story one day, because the storyboarding for the plot is a bit different than my usual fare | 13k words | 3/? | incomplete | alternate universe + time travel, slow burn | rated M |

🖤 8. the stories we never shared: a fic wherein naruto leaves konoha the night before graduation and years later, tsunade assembles a mission squad of seven to go after him, to protect him and offer him refuge, as a response to their knowledge about akatsuki and their plans to target jinchiruukis. this is also a shikasasunaru poly fic. it’s much slower and extremely interpersonal. i’m trying to develop and juggle different relationships and friendships with due regard. this fic also possibly has one of my favourite versions of naruto i’ve ever written. shikamaru is the mission leader and he shares a mutually contentious relationship with sasuke | 27k words | 4/? | incomplete | bamf!naruto, threeway povs, slowburn | rated M |

🖤 9. being known: a 5+1 fic about naruto and shikamaru sharing various conversations as they grow up and how their friendships ends up becoming something much much more. i’ve probably re-read this work the most because this is how i imagine shikanaru at their most grounded. they’re alike in so many ways beyond the superficial differences and it’s always a fun task to coax those commonalties out. it’s also non-linear | 18k words | 6/6 | complete | getting together, pov!shikamaru, pov!naruto.

10. blood of the covenant; water of the womb: my take on the arranged marriage trope. shikamaru is heir of the nara clan that resides in suna. shikaku is kazekage. naruto is heir of the uzumaki clan which is the closest thing to royalty in the shinobi world. to stop the prolonged conflict between konoha and suna, their marriage is proposed as a means for amicable ceasefire | 4k words | 1/? | incomplete | bamf!shikanaru, enemies to friends to lovers, politics | rated M |

🖤 11. naruto’s very eminent, very influential babysitters: naruto is raised communally amongst all the clans of konoha, on shikaku’s suggestion. mostly a humorous and fluffy fic and has the least amount of shikanaru, tbh. since they are, you know, babies. as of the last chapter, though, shikamaru has begun to have certain sorts of awakening. naruto is an absolute gremlin child here, chaos-maker extraordinaire. features interpersonal clan lore and many many side characters | 25k words | 5/7 | incomplete | fluff + humor, pre-canon, crack treated seriously | rated T |

12. the triad hypothesis: yet another poly shikasasunaru fic. they’re rogue ninjas together, trying to bind together resources and manpower to oppose danzo who has taken over konoha as hokage | 3k words | 1/? | incomplete | bamf!shikasasunaru, pov multiple, rebellion, politics | rated M |

🖤 13. twelfth guardian: naruto is sent to the daimyo’s mansion for his “safety”. shikamaru arrives there after becoming jounin, as one of the twelve ninja guardians. plot ensues in the background (conspiracy against the hokage, betrayals, etc.) while they fall in love after getting to know each other. this is my recent darling fic. i’ve drawn some art for it which is not just shitty doodling, i swear. i just have to sit and complete the third part so i can mark it as finished. it’s one fic where i’ve dug deep into shikamaru’s psyche and really enjoyed it | 20k words | 2/3 | incomplete | bamf!naruto, bamf!shika, multiple ocs, pov shikamaru | rated M |

🖤 14. if you shall permit it, i’d like to smooch your brain: another 5+1 crack treated seriously fic in which a raging sapiosexual shikamaru finds naruto irresistible because he’s sort of an unconventional genius. it’s majorly a fic about boys of konoha 12 hanging out together, gallivanting. also non-linear and imo, quite funny | 21k words | 6/6 | complete | pov!shikamaru, smart!naruto, crack treated seriously | rated T |

15. मैं और तुम (me and you): my first ever hindi fanfic about shikamaru and naruto spending some time together. that’s it, lol. my capacity to write longform hindi stuff is extremely limited | 557 words | complete | shayar!naruto | rated G |

16. anbu’s infamous throuple: as the name suggests, this is, obviously, another shikasasunaru poly fic in which they’re all anbu members. it is an epistolary fic and also sort of crackish. sasuke and shikamaru are friends but naruto has a hate-your-guts mutually antagonistic dynamic with sasuke while he gets along quite well with shikamaru. naruto is a squad captain, sasuke is his liaison officer which is totally a real position and not something i created for plot purposes. shikamaru is a communications specialist | 1.8k words | 1/5 | incomplete | bamf!everyone, anbu!shikasasunaru, epistolary fic | rated M |

that concludes the list. the seventeeth fic is actually the sequel to twist in time. i will regularly update this masterlist, as and when new updates/fics are put up!

if any of this sounds like your cup of tea, read on and enjoy! <3

made on: 16/03/25

last updated: 18/03/25

[pockettf2server]

TF2 Valentine's Week 2025!

The Pocket TF2 Discord Server brings you a whole week dedicated to your favorite TF2 ships and dynamics (not exclusive to romance!). Choose one of the two prompts for each day and get creative!

You can create anything you like for this prompt week! It's not exclusively dedicated to drawings, either: fanfic writers, SFM makers, animators, and any and all creatives are welcome and encouraged to participate!

The week will start on Saturday, 8th February and will end on Friday, 14th February (on Valentine's Day!).

8th - battlefield/eachother's weapons 9th - weather/cozy 10th - drink night/stars 11th - confession/longing 12th - sleeping/camping 13th - kisses/growing old together 14th - FREE DAY! (or alone/date) BONUS DAY - fun date/matching costumes

Doing something for the bonus day is optional. Furthermore, you can do it before the prompt week starts or after it ends (either the 7th or the 15th).

Post your creations using the #pocketvalentinesweek hashtag!

Prompts suggested by the Pocket TF2 Server members. Illustrations made by @demoamor. Graphics made by @yaikat.

EDITED: Put the wrong weekdays. It's still wrong in the image nobody look at it

[lottieleeweekend]

Hello Lottielee Nation!

By popular (in some circles) demand, LOTTIELEE WEEKEND 3 will be held THIS JUNE, FRIDAY THE 20TH THROUGH MONDAY THE 23TH, due to a tie in the poll on the dates which I broke on the basis of the other options all being closer to these dates.

As a reminder, Lottielee Weekend is a fandom event to celebrate, analyze, and generally come together over the relationship between Lottie Matthews and Laura Lee from the TV show Yellowjackets. While Lottielee Weekend will focus on the idea of a romantic connection between Lottie and Laura Lee, any and all fanworks—fic, art, edits, vids, meta, playlists—focusing on any facet of their relationship are welcome.

Each day will have an optional theme to spark your creativity, plus alternative prompts for Days 2, 3, and 4.

Day 1: Laura Lee at Lottie's Death

Season 3 was polarizing in the fandom, and while a lot of Lottielee shippers (including the mod) liked it overall, one common point of contention was an almost complete absence of Laura Lee appearances, mentions, and acknowledgements, even when Lottie died. With this prompt, you fix that.

No alternative prompt.

Day 2: Time Travel

A classic for a reason. The anon who suggested this had a pre-crash situation, perhaps a little like Madoka and Homura from Puella Magi Madoka Magica, with Laura Lee confused about how clingy and protective of her the other defender on her varsity soccer team is all of a sudden.

Alternative prompt: Pre-crash romcom. Bonus if it's narrated by Leonard.

Day 3: Role Reversal

Prophet!Laura Lee and believer!Lottie, rich!Laura Lee and middle-class!Lottie, whatever takes your fancy. Yellowjackets is a show whose character writing deals a lot with polarities, oppositions, and foils, and Lottie and Laura Lee's dynamic is no exception here. Flip the script on that!

Alternative prompt: Historical AU

Day 4: Free Choice

Lottie and Laura Lee don't get a ton of agency over their all-too-limited time together in Yellowjackets canon, but you do. If you've felt bound to the prompts on previous days and want to cut loose, here's where to do it.

More-optional-than-usual alternative prompt: Fairy tale AU

Some ground rules: Lottielee Weekend is for everyone. Clearly warn for explicit sexual content or for any gore or brutality that goes beyond what we see in Yellowjackets canon. Do not bash other ships, although criticizing or problematizing them (or even criticizing or problematizing Lottielee! We love them, but they're not without fault) is fine. Above all else, have fun, or what passes for fun with a ship as tragic as our poor doomed prophet and saint.

We will be tracking #lottieleeweekend and sharing submissions on this blog once the event begins. Feel free to use the hashtag on other platforms as well!

[90s-batfam-week]

'90s Batfamily Week Masterlist

Due to an overwhelming amount of support, we are excited to announce that '90s Batfamily week will be happening! All the information for the event can be found in this masterpost, so please read!

90s Batfamily week will be occurring from November 4th-10th, so mark your calendars!

The prompts will be the following: Monday, November 4th - No Man's Land // Found Family Tuesday, November 5th - Knightfall // Secrets Wednesday, November 6th - Batman the Animated Series // Undercover Mission Thursday, November 7th - The Long Halloween // Horror Movie

Friday, November 8th - Contagion // Long Nights Saturday, November 9th - Prodigal // Western Sunday, November 10th - Teammates // Angst

Purpose

We wanted to celebrate the exciting dynamic of the '90s batfam, and especially feature some characters who haven't been utilized in more modern batfam media. We hope to engage with a community of fans that are excited to create and pull from fun '90s tropes and media.

How it works

This is an opportunity for people who'd like to explore the '90s Batfam characters, dynamics, and relationships through a variety of prompts. Romantic ships are allowed, but please make sure the Batfam is the focus of your work. This fanweek will have a dedicated blog. These prompts are free for anyone to use. Because it is a non-traditional, non-monetized, and free-to-opt-in casual event, there will be limited mods, no advertising of paid services. I will open a collection on AO3 at the end of October for anyone who wants their work collected for this event.

Rules

This is a SFW (safe for work) event. As a loose rule, please keep your works PG-13. For those posting on tumblr, please follow the site’s guidelines. Please no batcest.

What can I contribute?

Fanart (standalones, comic strips, etc.), fanfiction (one-shots, multichapter, etc.), fanmixes, gifsets, graphics— and more!

Some Final Thoughts:

If you engage with any of the fanworks, please reblog! Share the work with your followers. Support your fellow creators.

For this event, as you post your work, please use the following tag so we can repost your work on our blog!

#90sbatfamweek2024

[frosted-co0kies]

Day 6: Well, the prompt was rare ship and i dont ship these two but theyd have a fun dynamic. couldnt think of anything else im not rlly into shipping. im just chugging along. this is one of my least faves so far so lets just move on!!

prompts: @/flyteestudio