#i had to draw her shes so precious omg

[lunarbunnievt]

Solaria belongs to @pmseymourva

[sourpeachsayshi]

omg peach if you could write a little something for me and sukuna in a garden 🌺 thank you!!

༺tags༻ virgin!princess reader; demon king sukuna; haunting au; reader is watched; suggestive; describes the reader's hair "sukuna plays with he strand"; size difference; all characters are 21+

༺notes: I want to write more of this!! thank you for sending this ask in!! ༻

your palace is cursed by the being who originally built it. countless of stories have been shared between the maids and workers. as a result keeping staff was difficult, but as the princess you had nowhere else to run.

this is your home.

you’ve never thought much of it until recently, when you began spotting a pair of red eyes in the shadows. when you started hearing the echo of a dark laugh through the empty hallways. feel the tickle of hot air against your neck whenever you undress, before catching a tall, broad figure in the reflection of your mirror.

you were being watched.

your heart flutters wearily in your chest, while you hold the lantern in your hand. you're light on your feet, careful not to make a sound. "momo?" you whisper, your eyes squinting in search for the warm fur of your beloved kitten. you don't know what possessed her to bound out of your bedroom and run down the hallways so erratically. but here you are now, all alone on the massive palace grounds trying to find her.

the wind brushes against your cheek, making you spin on your heels nervously, but you see nothing and can only hear the soft rustle of the leaves from the trees. you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, swallowing your fear as you continue trudging between the bushes and flowers.

you don't want to leave her out here all by herself.

"momo?" you repeat, speaking a little louder this time even though there's a crack in your voice.

you just can't stop thinking about those red eyes.

you stand in place for a few seconds, slumping your shoulders in defeat. you're unable to shake off the eerie feeling despite the peaceful scene around you. you've moved deeper into the garden now, the beautiful grounds bathing underneath the glow of the soft moon. your bare feet cold against the earth.

you sniffle quietly to yourself, rubbing the tip of your icy nose. you conclude that you'll just have to ask the guards to find her in the morning, and as you take a step back to turn around and return to your quarters, you feel yourself hit a tree.

your heart quivers. your robe is caught within it's sharp branches, but as you drop your guard to try and untangle yourself, you freeze when you notice the figure behind you move.

"shouldn't you be in bed, your highness?"

the blood drains from your face, your ears ring out of fear at the sound of the low, gruff voice.

you slowly drop your hands by your side. your fingers relaxing uneasily before letting go of the lantern.

it lands on the ground perfectly with a tiny thump.

the catch tightens against your waist, only then do you recognize the touch of a hand.

"you're usually asleep at this hour," he adds on.

the shadow moves, circling around you like a predator whose finally caught it's prey. your eyes draw up at the presence of his daunting height, your lips parting in awe identifying those familiar irises.

there was a heavy aura surrounding him, the crisp air now thick and making it harder for you to breathe. he's wearing a black robe, most of his chest exposed to reveal the intricate tattoos on his body. his hair reminded you of autumn, the fiery change of the leaves just before they turned a muted brown. he looked human, just like you, but the chill seizing your spine was a staunch reminder that he isn't.

he's not of this world. he's nothing like you.

"looking for something?" he teases, bringing forward the hand hidden behind his back.

he slightly unfurls his fingers, revealing your precious kitten in his palm. she somehow looks even smaller, her paws latched to his finger as she nips her small fangs into his skin.

you tremble as you reach for her, but the being moves his hand behind his back.

he clicks his tongue, curling his spine forward to meet your face. "not even a thank you, your highness?" he remarks with disapproval, feigning his distaste by pinching his brow.

"please," you whisper quietly, fully consumed by fear.

"remembered your manners, I see..." he chuckles, his free hand moving to touch the strands of your hair. his eyes fall to the lock between his fingers, which he twirls with playful ease. "my wife had a pet too. a white cat named yuki..."

your chest rises and falls heavily when you notice the distance in his eyes. the red deepens as memories bleed through but he is quick to blink back into the present.

"please don't hurt her...or-or me..." you beg, remembering your old maiden stating that if you show respect to the ancient demon king, then he may spare your life.

the being quirks his brow. "I've had my eyes on you this whole time, princess. have I hurt you yet?"

your heart drops to the pit of the stomach at his confirmation, affirming what you've been suspicious of this whole time.

you shake your head no.

he releases your hair, his fingers curling carefully around your throat. "thank me properly," he commands, using his thumb to outline the curve of your bottom lip.

your cheeks burn. no man has ever touched you this intimately before. but your move on instinct, submitting to his will in the hopes to leave his clutches. you stand on your tiptoes to meet him halfway, pressing your lips into the corner of his mouth where you leave a chaste peck.

you drop back on your heels but he doesn't loosen his hold just yet. your pulse skips over itself when he tightens his fingers instead, his eyes boring into your own.

they looked somber.

"you look so much like her," he whispers, the gentle tone of his voice catching you off guard as everything else around you goes still.

seconds pass until he unravels himself. taking your shaking hands into his own where he carefully hands off your kitten. you curl the tiny animal into your chest, your body tingling unexpectedly.

"you better run back before they notice that you're gone,"he warns, the timbre of his voice rough and unsettling. "or before I decide to keep you here for good."

you squeeze you legs unexpectedly as you nod your head, then dash back towards the palace, and leaving your lantern behind.

[tsukioreo]

Omg I finally finished Karlach ! I have to say, I loooove rendering in red, it’s such a pretty color to shade ☺️ I adore the character she is so joyful, she is so precious ! I hope you like the drawing, I am not used to draw women much but damn I had fun on those muscles ! Hopefully will draw her again !

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

Omg i just read all of the angel and devil steddie au things you wrote and I AM OBSESSED! Literally you are so good at writing and I am so jealous that I’ll never experience this irl lol. Anyway thank you for making so many amazing pieces of writing!! :)

Could you write something where Eddie makes Steve watch him slowly tease and finger the reader, using his tendrils to keep Steve against the wall in a chokehold when he tries to come over and touch you? You get a bit worried, but Eddie says that he’ll let go of his grip on Steve once the reader cums a few times, so he makes the reader squirt and then Steve joins them and plays with her boobs and kisses her, then they fuck her until she’s overstimulated? Eddie’s degrading her and Steve’s praising her?

(Sorry if that didn’t make sense, also feel free to write it however you want, whatever sparks your creativity!)

Thanks! :)

a/n: oh my gooooddd I cannot tell you how hard it was not to write this into a whole, huge fic! if only I had all the time in the world...

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“Come on, baby,” Steve attempted a slow exhale to calm the throbbing within his jeans, staring at you intently from his restrained spot across the room, “please cum. Do it for me. Let go so that I can come over there and have a taste, please.”

“Eddie,” you whined shakily in protest of the devil’s purposely feathery light touch over your still panty-clad cunt, tickling your throbbing clit so rudely that your whole body trembled in need of more. 

Settled comfortably behind you, the doe eyes you tilted your head to flash the creature didn’t sway him one bit as his tongue simply flickered across his smirk, “what?” a condescending chuckle rippling through him, “what is it?”

“M-more Eds, please,” you whimpered in his arms, “I wanna cum so bad.” 

“Oh yeah? You wanna cum, do you?” he taunted, not changing his teasing touch in the slightest, his stubby nails drawing slow circles over the agonisingly thin barrier covering you up, tickling the obvious wet spot to grow as he further drew your body into madness, “you wanna get off so that your precious little angel can get what he wants, huh?”

“Yes,” you nearly cried. 

“You know what I think? I think you can cum from just this,” he purred, sucking your earlobe in past his lips, “hell, I think you could even squirt for me, soak those pretty little panties and show Steve just how much you want him inside of you,” you felt like clawing up the walls from just how intense and overwhelming the lightness of his touch felt, “come on, cum for him,” he breathed, his fluttering caress steady on your mess of a trembling form, “come on, you can do it,” not even truly realising how far his teasing had pushed you, your desperate moans didn’t register in your own ears as his airy petting conjured a warm trickle to slowly darken the cotton between your quivering thighs, “there you go, honey,” he chuckled as the gush itself had flown completely over your own head, “fuck…” he suddenly gave the sodden gusset a sharp tap, the clear contrast to the previous rude butterfly that had been his touch caused your whole body to jolt and additional squirt to sputter out, your whole centre literally dripping from your juices, “such a pretty fucking mess…” 

Dazed, you peeked out of the crook of Eddie’s frame that had become your hiding spot, “c-can you let go of him now?”

His eyes briefly flickering up towards the angel enveloped in the familiar forceful and inky tentacles, his smirk then redirected to you, “if you cum for him twice in the next 5 minutes,” you felt his long fingers finally breach the waistband of your underwear, your teeth clamping down on your bottom lip as you caught sight of the vision of his hand bulging underneath the drenched cotton, “then I’ll maybe consider it.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble

[julianalvarez9]

focus / christian pulisic

request: omg can you write something based of this for christian🥹🫶🏼

summary: you had brought christian, a friend, home to your parents due to your sister's wedding, hoping to stop the questions about your love life. you didn't think how hard it would be to make them believe your lies.

warnings: sexual innuendos bc they're both little shits.

word count: 0.9k

you never meant to put christian in the situation he was in right now: at a family dinner, eating dessert just a few hours after arriving home to celebrate your sister's wedding.

you weren't planning to come in the first place. but your, oh, so precious boyfriend -or ex boyfriend now, after finding him cheating with his boss just a few weeks after confirming your assistance to the event, with a plus one, to make matters worse. you two had been dating for a year, roughly, before even thinking about presenting him to your family. you used to kept the topic of your love life in the dark to your family, aware of how nosey they could be about the matter. nonetheless, everything had turned out worse for you when your little sister had beaten you into getting herself a nice, long term and stable relationship; even worse when she got a beautiful ring after their second anniversary, meaning that she would be getting married before you.

not that you cared, but your mother certainly did.

the questions about your love life became unbearable after the announcement of her marriage. and just when you thought you had found the perfect guy to bring home, make them finally stop asking questions, everything you seemed to know disappeared into thin air.

asking christian was your last, viable choice. and you wouldn't have done it if you could find another one. but they already knew every one of your male friends, having had to clear the air with everyone and said that you were strictly platonic way too many times to count, the only one who you hadn't mention yet was the american player.

so here you were now, seated on his lap, moving uncomfortably every time they asked another question. it had been easy at first, when they wondered how had you two meet, for how long you had been dating, the normal stuff. the stuff you had previously rehearsed, being sure that they would ask them. but you didn't expect them to dig any deeper than surface level, so now they were asking what was so different about him that you had decided to bring him home, when you hadn't brought any guys home in your twenty two years of living.

"i don't know, mom, it's his cute face i guess" you tried joking around, and it made everyone around the table swoon at your apparent lovesick status. truth was, you were far too distracted by christian's hads drawing circles against your hips, and you couldn't think any other excuse at the moment. when the topic finally wandered back to your sister and her fiancée, you tried moving back to your place, right by your fake boyfriend's side and not over his lap. but when you tried to do so, his hands gripped you back in place, not letting you move any further. "can you give me a few minutes, love?" he whispered into your ear, and you couldn't possibly hide the goosebumps that erupted in the area where his breath had fanned over your skin.

"what?" you asked, incredulous, turning your body again so you could look into his eyes. "are you okay?" you wondered, softly, to avoid being heard by prying ears. he gulped visibly, and you didn't understand where he was coming from until he replied, after dropping his head onto your shoulder. "yeah, i just need you to stop moving for a bit, okay?" christian muttered, softening his grip onto your hips and shifting in the seat, dropping you more over his lap than over him. you stiffened in horror, not having realised that your positioning could be causing him any troubles. "oh, i'm sorry, I didn't mean-" you tried to say, stumbling a bit over your words due to the tension that you felt had grown since his last statement, making your cheeks as red as the lipstick you were wearing tonight. it made him smile seeing how flustered you got and he continued, trying to reassure you. "hey, it's okay, it's not your fault".

"it isn't?" you quipped, finding it funny how he also had his cheeks tinted a pale pink, embarrassed that you had caught him. you didn't know when you had grown the confidence to joke about the matter with him, but it had started to bother him a bit, you figured, by the way he had clenched his jaw. "stop talking, you're making this harder than it need to be" christian muttered through gritted teeth, looking intently into your eyes.

you still found the topic funny, so you pushed it a bit more, not being aware of his limits -or trying to push his buttons on purpose, you didn't know which option entertained you more. "are you talking about-" you tried to make a pun, understanding he was initially talking about how you were making the matter harder than it needed to be, but also hinting at another thing you were getting hard, although unintentionally at first.

"no, y/n," christian didn't even let you finish the sentence, almost shutting you up with his free hand -which he didn't, not wanting to cause a bad impression with your family, who seemed to already have fallen in love with him during the course of the night.

"please, focus" he pleaded between gritted teeth, lips too close to your ear now, making you involuntary shift against him again. "unless you want me to drag both of us upstairs, to your room, and make sure everyone hears confirmation that we're dating" christian stated, his hand now traveling from your clothed hip to your thigh, big hand grazing your bare skin, where the dress failed to cover. smiling at how your breath hitched at the sudden touch, he added, "understood, love?".

part 2

[choccy-milky]

Coming to share some much deserved positivity :

I have a hard time committing to reading long fanfictions so I don’t really read any aside from one shots.

I am still an avid follower of yours because your art and drawings are INSANELY GOOD. Like, professional-looking good. Criminal-it’s-only-fan-art-and-not-paid-art good 😂. I’m thirsty for every drawing you throw at us in your magnanimity, there’s that pinch sweetness into it.. idk how to even describe it. I may even download them into a file on my phone to have a look from time to time with all my favourite artists… 👀

Anyway, I am awed by people like you who produce an insane amount of content that takes TIME and DEDICATION, FOR FREE. Sharing entertainment like you do is admirable and should only be rewarded with positivity.

I am really grateful for what you all dedicated creative people in the Hogwarts Legacy fandom share with us 💕🌸.

Ended up having fun drawing Clora, but I don’t have your talent.

Damn I can’t send a picture while being anonymous on Tumblr, well here goes my online social anxiety…will I hit send…..

OH MYYY GOD WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE YALL OMG also you do NOT need to worry about the fact you havent read my fic, 500k words (and counting) is a commitment LMFAO. but im glad you like my art sm, and thank you for the support!!😭AND ALSO FOR THAT CUTE ASS DRAWING OF CLORA SHES PRECIOUS im so glad u sent this even tho it wouldnt let you send it on anon BAHAHA (i get it tho i also hate sending messages off anon, even tho theyre just nice ones LOL) AND U DO HAVE TALENT look at her shes so adorable and the way you coloured her so softly and with like those watercolour looking textures is so nice to look at, im glad you had fun drawing her!!💖 AND NOW MY MODERN AU BRAINROT IS EVEN STRONGER SO TY FOR THE FOOD🤤🤤

[techtalksfics]

Omg so if this isn't your thing do say but like headcannons on how the dad batch would react to omega getting her period

Your wish is my command. This is a new one on me so I wanted to give it a go. Never tried writing on this topic before so I hope this is okay!

This is also weirdly long and I don't know why! Maybe I'm making up for lost writing time.

Also, as mentioned briefly in the piece, I have no idea what technology or support they actually have for periods in the Star Wars universe so it's a little vague on the what and focuses on the how they respond part.

Headcannon: Bad Batch & Omega - First Period

Warnings: mentions of periods (?), it's fairly squeamish free but if you don't like period talk for whatever reason, DNI.

Wrecker

Wrecker isn’t embarrassed by periods. He doesn’t think it’s odd to buy products for Omega or help her through this crisis.

He just panics. He panics quite a lot. Too many choices. Too many types. Too many issues to handle. It fries his precious brain a little.

When Omega first approaches Wrecker, he'll scratch the back of his neck in shock at the issue. But he'd look at her pleading little face and immediately fall into dad mode.

He'd be a chaotic combination of panic over what he needs to do to help and happy that Omega had asked him for help.

Before doing anything else, he'd make sure Omega was nice and comfortable in her little den on the Marauder. Sacrificing his Lula to her for cuddling. If she wanted, he'd even tuck her in to make sure she was comfortable.

But as much as he'd try to be comforting, Wrecker is still Wrecker. So he may be a little loud, accidentally drawing a tad too much attention to the situation. But we can all forgive him for that. He's trying his best.

He'd willingly go into the shops for supplies. He has no embarrassment about buying everything she needs. The problem he has is...what the hell does she need?

He's standing in the shop, taking up most of the aisle, trying to read all the boxes to try and understand why there are eight variations of each product and why there is more than one product she can use. And no Wrecker, reading it out loud won't make it make more sense.

If he can't figure it out, he'd comm Tech for support. As much as it would the blind leading the blind, at least Tech could research for Wrecker or logically make a decision for him.

Eventually he'd give in and just fill his arms with various products, hoping he'd picked something right for Omega. It would look like he's ransacking a scrapyard for parts; his arms full of various things that she may need.

He'd return with everything she could possibly need. Literally anything she could possibly need and probably a lot of things she'll never need or use.

When he'd returned, he'd check on her regularly, making sure she was okay and helping however he possibly can. Bounding around, fetching things for her.

Rest assured - Omega is well taken care of.

Lying in her little den, curled in a ball, Omega tries to deal with this new, horrid sensation. The pain in her stomach, even in her legs and head. Holding Lula close, she simply lies there trying to feel comfortable.

As she lies there, she sees Wrecker's large, worried head pop past the curtain of her den. He'd look as if he was experiencing everything she was and the panic in his eyes is evident. He scratches his neck and asks, "you've got everythin' ya need now right? I ain't gotta get you anythin' else? I can go back if ya need something else? You got Lula too right?"

Omega giggles slightly at the accidental panic she'd caused in Wrecker. She loves how concerned he gets for her.

"Yeah, Wrecker, you got everything I could possibly need." She replies softly, still cuddling into Lula as she tries to ignore the pain. When a satisfied Wrecker disappears from view, she whispers, "you got me everything I could possibly need for at least a year."

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Tech

Much like Wrecker, Tech isn't embarrassed in helping Omega with problems. It's a simple matter of biology, completely natural; so why would he be embarrassed.

When Omega awkwardly approaches Tech about her period, Tech would initially be taken aback by the fact that she had chosen to approach him. He'd probably chalk it up to his analytical and scientific mind being the most approachable for a biological problem.

Naturally, Tech's form of dad mode is a little different than the others. He would quickly gather critical information on how to proceed. The little baby steps that he would need to know.

He would also question Omega, thoroughly, about what exact symptoms she was experiencing, about the flow and anything else he thought would be relevant.

Knowing that the immediate issue is, of course, going to be the sanitary products she would need. Tech would have no qualms about walking into a store and purchasing such things as, in his mind, this is all a matter of biology. So why would it matter that he is the one purchasing them? Although I imagine that, much like Wrecker, it would probably draw an eye or two.

He would pick specific products, strategically, based on the information that Omega provided. So unlike Wrecker, he would purchase precisely what was needed. He would probably also provide a very long (and embarrassing) run down on how exactly Omega needs to use the products.

He would make sure she had the things she needed for any pain and discomfort and would check in on her about her symptoms daily (and this would probably extend across the whole cycle until he had all the data he required to plan ahead on these matters).

In the following weeks, Tech would spend some of his free time researching everything he could on menstrual cycles and would start up an overly complex calendar tracking symptoms and the cycle to ensure that Omega is healthy. It's Tech's way of showing he cares, we all know this by now.

(Author's Note: Now, understandably, I have no idea what contraceptive and medical treatments would be available in the Star Wars universe so I'm avoiding the topic - but if it exists, I'm sure Tech would present these options to Omega, extensively).

Omega lies back, clutching the warm bottle to her stomach, watching Tech conduct research on periods. Occasionally rolling her eyes. She'd been rolling her eyes for the last twenty minutes. Tech was down his Tech-hole of research.

"Fascinating. A period could last anywhere from two to seven days." He says, still reading his screen, "we will need to keep a calendar to ensure that everything is healthy and ensure that there are no unnecessary problems."

"Tech -" Omega tries to interject. But unfortunately he keeps going.

"You will lose anywhere between 20 to 90ml of blood with each period so we will need to make sure that you have sufficient iron levels. I can monitor this quite easily with regular checks, of course."

"Tech -" Omega tries again.

"Then, of course, we will need to consider the side effects you may experience. Although you may not experience all of them. The list is quite extensive." He hasn't even noticed Omega trying to get him to stop. "Mood swings, bloating, stomach cramps, localised pain in the lower back and legs, acne or spotty skin -"

"TECH -" Omega's loud interjection causes Tech to jump slightly as he his eyes snap up to her. "I just need to go and lie down, okay?" Tech mutely nods and as Omega starts to walk away, she hears Tech quietly note, "certainly will be suffering mood swings when on her period."

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Hunter

Hunter would be a little more embarrassed about the prospect of dealing with periods and talking about all things to do with the female body and bodily changes. However, as we all know, Hunter reigns as dad supreme so would overcome the internal issues he has pretty quickly.

When Omega approaches Hunter, he'd internally be thinking "oh please no, not this". But externally, he'd freeze for a moment or two before awkwardly agreeing to help her. After a little time to collect his thoughts, his dad mode would be fully on.

He'd ask her about her symptoms and would probably discreetly research menstrual cycles so that he could make sure to get everything and do everything she'd need. It would be more discreet than Tech and his scientific exercises towards the problem.

After making sure she was comfortable, probably with some pain management from Tech and something warm and comforting for her to lie with, he'd leave to get some supplies for her.

Now, whilst he is in dad mode, he would be far more conscious of what he was doing than Tech or Wrecker. He was a grown man with a face tattoo, shopping for feminine products. I doubt he would consider it his finest moment but he knew that Omega needed it and that was all the support he needed through this moment.

He would probably be extremely confused about why there were so many options and after reading several different kinds, he would probably settle for one box of each (a little less than Wrecker's chaotic approach) and made sure that they all clearly stated what you were supposed to do with them. Although he couldn't get through all the instructions on the tampon box. Sometimes some information should be considered too much information for him.

Whilst he may not be as diligent or scientific about the process, Hunter would help Omega learn to track her own symptoms and make sure she knows that she can come to him anytime she needs help, if she thinks something is wrong or if she's in pain because of her period.

His usual calm and relaxed, and slightly awkward in this scenario, approach to her period would keep Omega calm and happy. Hunter always comes through for her when needed.

"I, uh, checked" he clears his throat awkwardly, "all of the information on what to do with the, uh, product is on the box so just follow the instructions and you'll be fine. You sort yourself out kid." He gently puts a hand on her shoulder, "and I'll go and talk to Tech about pain relief we have."

Once Omega emerged from the fresher area on the Marauder, Hunter gave her a soft, fatherly smile as he got up from his seat beside Tech. He walks over and kneels in front of her. "You okay, kid?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'm okay, Hunter."

"We've got your back, got it? Even you go through these, uh, changes." He clears his throat awkwardly again, scratching his jaw slightly.

When Omega hugs him and thanks him quietly, he's shocked for a moment. Surprised that him helping her with something so straightforward deserves a hug. But he snaps out of it and gives her a gentle hug back.

Another tender family moment checked off our list - just not the one we expected.

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Echo

Okay so, now we're heading much further into awkward town. Echo, sweet baby Echo, would be incredibly empathetic and caring. He doesn't like to see Omega in pain. But also, periods, feminine body changes, hormones...not really Echo's favourite topic of conversation. But he'll still try.

When Omega approaches Echo, I feel like he'd freeze for a moment. Frozen with an internal scream. Or an internal groan. He was hoping not to be around when this issue first arises. His fault for being closest to the fresher when it happens.

But, next to Hunter, I feel like Echo has a strong dad mode and he likes to help Omega wherever he can. Whilst this wouldn't be his first choice of 'ways to help', he's happy that she's comfortable enough to come to him about this and not bypass him completely.

He'd probably bring Hunter or Tech into the conversation, hoping they'd have some wisdom about what to do. Collectively, they'd help her with any pain or emotional issues she's having, however, even knowing he'd hate it, he volunteers to go and pick up supplies for her.

He'd awkwardly enter the store, trying desperately not to draw anyone's attention. His entire being would just look and be so awkward in this scenario. He'd quickly look at the products and pick up the sturdiest stuff and maybe one or two middling range and settle for that.

If he lingers too long, and an employee approaches him asking if he'd like help, he'd flush entirely with embarrassment and maybe awkwardly ask which is best for a teenage girl. Quickly explaining it's for his younger sister. He'd take any advice they give gratefully but you can tell he wants the ground to swallow him whole.

He'd quickly leave the store and give Omega what she needs. After making sure she's in no pain and needs nothing else, he'd check in with Tech to see if there's anything else he needs to do. Obviously if Tech has become aware of the situation, Echo knows he'll already have researched absolutely everything.

This awkward little bean will try his absolute best.

"Uh, Echo?" Omega says timidly, as she exits the refresher. "I've got a problem." Echo spins quickly in his chair, looking at her with concern.

"What's wrong, kid?"

"I, uh, I have just started my period and I don't have anything for it." Echo freezes, his fear of the problem evident on his face. He quickly shakes it off and gives a curt nod.

"Alright, let me go talk to Hunter. See if we can't sort something out for you." He gives her shoulder a reassuring squeeze before walking over to Hunter to have the most awkward conversation he will surely ever have with the man.

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Bonus: Crosshair

(I consider this a bonus one because we are yet to have a full family on the Marauder and I mostly wrote this because, honestly, I was giggling at the thought of Crosshair being approached about periods)

This will be an automatic call to arms for his brothers. He will not, I repeat not, deal with this. Not at all. For that reason, there shall only be a short snippet of how this would go.

When Omega exits the fresher, she looks around for Hunter or Echo. When she sees no one but Crosshair, not even Wrecker or Tech, on board, she sighs heavily and does an awkward shuffle over to Crosshair.

"Uh, Crosshair?" She says almost shyly. He knows it's going to be awkward, just by the way she approaches him. Her normal bubbly personality seems slightly dimmed.

"Yes, Omega?" He responds, his eyes narrowing slightly as he flips his toothpick from one corner of his mouth to the other.

"I, uh, just started my period and I don't have anything for it." Omega can't bring herself to look at him as she says this. But when he says nothing for several seconds, she finally looks at him. It's the first time she's ever seen him wide-eyed.

Eventually, he responds curtly, "oh, definitely no, kid." He stands abruptly and shouts out the open door of the Marauder, "HUNTER! The kid needs your help!" He exits the shuttle without looking back, leaving Omega standing there dumbstruck.

[rob1ns-liv1n]

Hi! You’re finally back!! I love your Bridgerton brother reader so much omg! I have so many ideas but one is that reader is really good at singing and playing but nobody in the family really know. And one day they hear him play and sing and are amazed.

Three Times The Bridgertons were Haunted and One Time They Weren't | Brother! Reader!

A/N: that's so sweet, thank you! you actually just made my day. i actually play piano so this was really fun to write. if you see any underlined words, those are links for the songs that the reader is singing/playing. you can play them if you want to have a more immersive experience. anyway sorry this took so long, but here's the request :]

Ever since you could remember Daphne had always been the musical sibling. As soon as she could talk she was given piano lessons every day after her normal schooling schedule. Your mother knew that suitors had more interest in girls with musical talents, so she believed it best to begin Daphne's lessons as early as possible. When Eloise came of age, she was meant to learn the piano as well. Unfortunately for mama, she was more interested in her diaries. Instead of trying to learn, Eloise played terribly on purpose in order to get out of lessons. After a month, mother decided that she wouldn't force any more of her daughters into music lessons for fear of another Eloise situation.

And so Daphne remained the glorified musical sibling. That is, until (Y/N) Bridgerton was tasked with disposing of Daphne's old assignment books at the age of 12 years old. Daphne, who was fourteen at the time, needed space in her sheet music drawer and with you being the good younger brother that you are you offered to get rid of her oldest books. However, you never planned to throw them away. You were going to keep them for yourself.

Later that night, when everyone had gone to bed you tip toed into the sitting room holding the treasured books tightly to your chest. From then on your nightly musical sessions became your most precious secret. It continued to be that way for five years until one fateful night when Daphne and Anthony had gotten up to make themselves warm milk.

Anthony took a slow sip from his milk jug, "We've been bested by a stove."

"Cold milk is much more refreshing anyway." reasoned Daphne.

"I suppose-" Anthony paused abruptly staring towards the door. "Do you hear that?"

Daphne set her jug down and opened the door an inch. Faint piano reverberated through the hall. Anthony, who was now leaning on the door, shot his sister a confused look, "Could it be Hyacinth?"

"No, the piece is sounds much too advanced." whispered Daphne. "Hyacinth has only just started playing, it must be someone else."

Anthony slowly inched towards the kitchen door, intent on sneakily uncovering just who was up a this hour playing piano. Unfortunately for him, the kitchen door did not in fact agree with this plan. As soon as Anthony began to open it, the old wood squealed obnoxiously like a petulant child and the piano came to an abrupt halt.

After watching her brother completely annihilate their chance to properly sleuth, Daphne rushed ahead to the drawing room and hastily opened the door-

-to find the room completely empty.

"Anthony, it's empty."

"What?"

"It's empty. As in there is no one in the drawing room."

"There must be a reasonable explanation..." Anthony's eyes lit up. "Perhaps they are hiding!"

"Hiding? But-"

A chill swept through the air catching the siblings by surprise. A sense of déjà vu came over her and she gasped in realization.

"It's a ghost!" Daphne continued, undeterred by Anthony's perplexed expression. "I recognize the signs. Ghosts are drawn to music, they cause cold winds and they are known to act only between midnight and dawn. It's a ghost. I'm sure of it!"

"And where exactly did you come across this information?"

"A novel....."

"A novel?!"

A mournful moan echoed through the room. In less than a second the door was slammed closed by Anthony's shaking hands.

"So...this novel....."

. . .

It was nearly a week later when two more of your siblings discovered the elusive "ghost" haunting the Bridgerton Estate. Gregory woke up from a nightmare in distress and with Hyacinth's room being so close to his he managed to wake her up too. His sister was not happy to be woken up, but her beauty sleep came second when an upset Gregory was involved. As she was trying her best to comfort him, the pair heard someone humming. Rain pounded steadily on the roof of the estate making the humming seem hypnotizingly sweet. Gregory looked up at his sister in confusion.

"Who do you think that is?"

Hyacinth tilted her head towards the gentle voice. "I don't know. Maybe it's that ghost Anthony keeps mumbling about."

The soft humming filled the silent room as Gregory slowly calmed down. Eventually his sister grabbed a spare blanket from the end of the bed and the two settled on the mattress together, enjoying the hums of their ghostly performer.

...

A single lit candle burned pathetically as the taunting sound of silence permeated Benedict's room. He had been trying to sketch for quite some time now, but despite his most focused effort; his pencil would not seem to budge. With a twitch of his eyebrow Benedict rose from his seat and flung his pencil at the wall nearest to him. Which just so happened to be the wall he shared with his dearest brother, Colin. Benedict dragged a hand over his face in exasperation hoping to God, or anyone really, that his oh-so-caring brother would not awaken. But as the sound of shuffling came closer to the artist's bedroom door it became apparent to Benedict that God was not, in fact, a merciful father.

"Brother?"

"Yes?" Came Benedict's squeaking reply.

The door opened and the younger Bridgerton stepped through with a glare leveled at his older brother. "What in the world are you doing up this late?"

"Nothing, actually. I couldn't sleep so I tried sketching. But then I couldn't even do that!"

Benedict glared at his discarded sketchbook as he continued, his frustration building.

"Now I've spent over three hours sitting in front of this damned fire losing my mind while I try to sketch at least one single drawing that is decent enough to call art."

Belatedly, Benedict realized that he had been yelling, but before he could apologize Colin stepped forward and grasped his shoulder.

"I know you must be frustrated Benny, but maybe tonight's just not your night. And it doesn't have to be either." Colin pinched the artist's cheeks. "There's always the morning."

As soon as his younger brother's hands left his face, a heavy weight seemed to lift from Benedict's shoulders. "I suppose your right. Till morning then."

"Till morning."

"Until then," began Benedict, a small smile dancing on his face. "You're welcome to stay here by the fire. I know how cranky you get on these kinds of cold nights."

Colin simply rolled his eyes before grabbing what he knew was his elder brother's favorite blanket and settling on the sofa closest to the fire. An indignant squawk left Benedict as he stared dumbly at the criminal who had just stolen from him. "Y-you can't have that blanket."

"Why not? You invited me to your room and I am without a blanket. It's only fair."

"Only fair? But that's my blanket." reasoned Benedict. "Surely, you of all people understand how important it is to me."

Despite the strength of Colin's will, he could not handle seeing his brother look so dejected. If he didn't know better it would almost seem like he had just burned the Bridgerton estate to the ground rather than steal his brother's favorite blanket. With a heavy sigh the young boy fluffed out the blanket and sunk down to the soft rug that sat between the sofa and fireplace. Benedict caught on and settled down next to Colin, pulling the blanket over himself as well.

As the two began to doze off the faint whisper of a piano wafted through the room. Distantly, the two boys wondered why Daphne could possibly be up so late. In the morning, they would realize that Daphne was not home.

. . .

"Alright, I assume we all know why this family meeting was called?"

Anthony in front of his assembled siblings as they sat in the drawing room. You glanced around with a sheepish look of uncertainty, "Why exactly was this meeting called?"

"The ghost problem." Anthony began to pace, pausing only to lock eyes dramatically with each and every one of his siblings. "For the last year, we have all encountered signs of ghost activity. Me and Daphne first discovered the apparition playing the piano just past midnight. Then, Hyacinth and Gregory heard it humming. And Benedict and Colin were put to sleep by its most recent piano performance. Am I missing anything?"

The siblings collectively shook their heads, except for one.

"Good. This all circles back to the reason why I have summoned you all in the first place. Tonight we must partake....in a ghost hunt."

"A ghost hunt?" scoffed Eloise. "Really?"

"Yes, really! It is our duty to protect this house. Even against threats that we cannot see."

"Fine, so long as I get to search with (Y/N)."

"That can be arranged. Now-"

"Actually...I don't think that will be necessary." You clear your throat sheepishly as your confidence withers under the curious looks of your family.

Anthony quirks a brow, "and why is that?"

"Well, see that is....um that...well, because I'm the ghost."

Silence overtakes the drawing room. Your siblings think clearly think you're joking, but there's just one thing that might convince them. You walk over to the piano and pull out the bench before taking a seat. The moment your fingers greet the ivories everything falls away. You play each of the three songs your siblings heard and try not to laugh as you hear their shocked gasps echo in the drawing room. A part of you know that there will be a lot of questions after you finish your "concert," but for now all you have to do is focus on the next note to play. The other stuff is a future (Y/N) problem.

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BONUS SCENE:

The whole family claps for you as you finish playing. Well almost the whole family, with the exception of the oldest brother.

"While I am impressed by your musical prowess...I wasted money on a book about exorcisms for this!

And there were no refunds..."

[ml-nolan]

OMG Gaultcienne 17 or 21 for the soft prompts, please?

YEEEES—Happy New Year, LFG!

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21. this is a very long hug now sort of hug

The prickle on the back of her neck tells Lucienne that there is a nightmare in the Library of the Dreaming. The sensation does not frighten her, not anymore, but it does deliver a feeling of unease. But nightmares need assistance in the library just as anyone else might, and one nightmare has been visiting more commonly as of late.

Lucienne navigates to a section of the library overshadowed by a towering cumulonimbus cloud. When she reaches the mouth of the row, sure enough, Gault is there studying the spines.

"Can I help you find something, Gault?"

Gault start, a skinny lightning bolt shooting out toward Lucienne. Seamlessly, Lucienne dodges it. Nothing to take personally.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Gault says, face lighting up her stormy face with highlights of peach and lavender. 

If a thunder cloud could be demure, if the spitting clouds of an atmospheric river could be sweet, this is how they would look. Lucienne tries to ignore the tightness in her chest at the sight.

"I am just looking for… well, you know…"

Lucienne does know. This is not Gault's first furtive visit to the Library in the past few months.

"Well then, you are in the wrong place for that. Come along."

Lucienne turns, not bothering to see if Gault is following. She can feel Gault behind her, as if she were being pursued by a malevolent sky entity. But she knows Gault cannot help that, cannot help the way her presence brings a sense of cosmic foreboding, so she is not afraid.

They cross to the section where the more recently created children's stories are kept. Many of the centuries-old ones are warnings, meant to keep children from drowning, or trusting strangers, or drawing too close to wild animals. It is only recently that stories have been built to entertain and comfort young humans. After weeks of coaxing, like trying to draw a suspicious animal from its den, this is what Gault now trusts Lucienne to find for her.

Lucienne guides her to a row packed with 20th century fairy tales, and a smile like the moon glowing through a misty sky graces Gault's lovely face. Then she quickly sobers, frozen in place. Knowing she is not yet ready to choose one herself, Lucienne makes a selection. It tells stories of bright sunny days, of fluffy white clouds that smile down upon picnics and adventures in wide open meadows.

Gault takes it in her hands as if it were a box of precious stones.

"You will not tell Lord Morpheus about this, will you?" she murmurs, as she always does. 

If she is asked specifically, Lucienne must tell the truth. However, Morpheus never shows much curiosity about his subjects unless something is very wrong in his domain.

"I will not mention it to him," she says.

Suddenly strong arms are flung around her, and Lucienne is swept into a whirlwind of a hug. The longer it lasts, the more the smell of rain on newly turned soil, of ozone from a fading cloudburst, permeates her senses. After a few seconds, she gives in, raising her own arms to return the embrace. The last time she was enveloped by clouds she had wings and feathers. 

It is not an unpleasant feeling, and not one that she wants to end too quickly.

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Comes from these Soft Prompts. My inbox is open if anyone wants to hop in with asks for Sandman, The Magnus Archives, or Malevolent ships (or any of my OCs).

[fahbev]

Babs, Bruce and Danny in my dpxdc merfolk au!!!

argh, plz excuse the poorly edited photo lmao- lost a lot of detail TvT

Babs has her info Here. But this is her design! I’m not actually entirely sure if any of these designs are final, i might tweak them, but here she is! I gave her necklaces.

Bruce is based on a leatherback sea turtle! The spots aren’t actually super accurate to a leatherback’s underside, but if you look at it a little harder... you may find a fun little easter egg. It’s subtle... or at least i tried to make it that way. (If people don’t get it i’ll explain in a rb lol) Did you know that leatherback sea turtles can be up to 880 pounds? Idk what that is in metric but that’s roughly 7 and a half Bahfevs. They’re also much more triangular/less round than other turtles, so I reflected that in his design. And ofc, Bruce and Damian are both sea turtles bc they’re related. But they’re different sea turtle species so it doesn’t make much sense. Who gives a flip. What’s Talia, you ask? To that I say: 🤷‍♀️

(Side note: apparently, I’ve conditioned myself so I can’t draw nuetral expressions. It’s gotta have some emotion or else it looks wrong, and it feels natural to always have something going on there. So... drawing Stoic McStoicface here was a pain in the penis. He kinda has an expression anyway lol)

Danny is based on a ghost knife fish! I’ll be honest, i didn’t even know these existed until I looked up “ghost fish” in the hopes of finding something thematic. But then... omg! They’re black with little white accents? Like Danny’s design? And they have cool, funky bodies? AND they produce electricity!?? That’s so FKING COOL! I’ll have to do more research, but so far i’m pretty sure they don’t produce enough electricity to hurt someone. They are related to electric eels though! I first learned that electric eels were knife fish and not true eels when I was researching the moray eel for Duke. Funny how that connects!

Danny’s story under the cut!

Heehoo!

Okay so basically: Danny went diving to gather pearls because he wanted to make his parents happy/proud. While he was diving, His foot got caught in a rock and he couldn’t get it out. He panicked and he begged— to who? God, maybe? The universe, or the ocean? Maybe just begging fate or any higher power that could be out there, he doesn’t know. His only prayer was “Don’t let me drown!”. Unbeknownst to him, one of the pearls he’d grabbed was a magic, wish granting pearl. They’re rare enough that humans don’t even have legends of them... but the merfolk do ;).

The pearl took his very non-specific wish and decided to give him a tail and gills. He swam back up in a panic, and saw his new tail. Of course, this is a very horrifying thing to happen. But in less than a minute... it was already starting to dry off. As it dried, it turned back into skin.

Now, Danny has to be extremely careful not to get his legs or hair wet when he’s near people, because he’ll turn back into a merboy.

i... probably should have given him a shirt? He’d be wearing it, right? But i also did need to see what I was doing with that fin thing lol. I mean, a shirt would get annoying with that fin- he’d probably take it off. Tbh he’d probably have it off when swimming in general? Idk.

So: funny thing that happened when I was drawing Danny:

A first grader came up to me while I had it open on my desk, and she was like:

“Oh my god, that’s so good! Like, how did you even draw that?”

so I was like: “Oh thank you! ❤️”

And I think she asked again “How did you even draw that?”

so I was a little confused on how to answer, so I said:

“Well, I used my pencil...” and held up my pencil—

and then she got distracted by a spinny chair.

She’s so precious omg 🥰

[holdmytesseract]

Baby Fever Loki & "You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,

You're daddy's little girl to have and hold.

A precious gem is what you are,

You're mommy's bright and shining star." (Al Martino - Daddy's Little Girl)

a/n: Thanks for the request, friend! I adored this so much, omg! I loved writing for this song! 🥺🥰❤ I hope you like it! 🥺

Warnings: None, this is so, so fluffy

Word Count: 712

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Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist

Based on this song:

Sing Me to Sleep

If anyone would've asked Loki in the early days of being an 'Avenger', whether he would prefer to go back to Asgard or stay at the compound, the answer to this question would've been as clear as the day... Going back to Asgard. Nowadays, the God would choose this compound above everything. Not just because you, his wife, were there, no... Since five months and four days, he didn't just come back home to his wife, but also to his baby girl; his own flesh and blood.

It was one of these days, where you and Loki had to choose which one of you should go on a small mission with Nat and Clint. It was a question which needed not much time to get answered. Loki loved to be at home on father duty and you enjoyed to have a small break from time to time. Long story short, you went out on that mission and Loki stayed with Ella.

Being a father was never something on the God's 'bucket list' - until he met little Eisa. Crazy how things could change. Meanwhile, he wouldn't trade being a father for anything in this world - and not even in the nine realms. Nothing could compare to this. Loki looked down, smiling. Nothing could compare to this precious, little creature sleeping tightly on his bare chest right now, with her little legs dangling over each side of his ribcage and tiny hands balled into fist to rest on his muscular pecs. No silver or gold. Not Asgard's throne or any other throne. No tesseract or other infinity stones. Nothing. His heart would never fail to skip a beat, when his eyes landed on Ella; almost aching at how much he loved her. He adjusted the blanket, which covered his legs, half of his upper body and Ella, of course.

It had been a long night for the father-daughter team. Ella was restless, didn't sleep very much, cried a lot and kept Loki on his feet as well. Therefore, it was no wonder that merely after the sun had risen and Ella had her breakfast, that Loki was laying down with her again, hoping for the both of them to get some more sleep. It wasn't rare that the little girl didn't sleep well in the first night when you were gone on a mission for a few days. Loki's guess was that she simply just missed you. Ella felt when you were around - and not around, of course. Believe it or not, but drinking from a bottle at night was something entirely different, than drinking from mama's breast - that was at least how Loki believed Ella thought.

A small whimper, coming undoubtedly out of Ella's tiny, pouty lips pulled Loki out of his thoughts. Within seconds, all his attention had shifted to his baby daughter. "Hey, princess... You already awake again, huh?" Another soft whine. "What's wrong, sweet girl?" The God adjusted her position slightly, tried to make it even more comfortable for her. "You can't tell me you are not tired. You've been awake almost the whole night. You have to get some sleep, sweetheart," he cooed. His thumb started to trace soothing circles in her onesie clad back, while his other hand brushed through her tiny raven curls, trying to lull her back to sleep. Unfortunately, it didn't really help, so Loki decided to draw the Joker card... Singing. "Do you want daddy to sing for you, princess?" And again, another whine. "I take that as a yes." Loki said, quickly pressing a kiss on her forehead. "Alright, let me think... Oh, I think I've got an idea. Your mama showed me this song." The God tried to remember the lyrics, before he cleared his throat and started to sing. "You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold. You're daddy's little girl to have and hold. A precious gem is what you are, you're mommy's bright and shining star." Like so often, the singing seemed to do the trick. Ella's whines and whimpers stopped, got replaced by calm and steady breathing. She had fallen back asleep. An amused, quiet chuckle left Loki's lips. "You just love hearing daddy sing for you, don't you, my precious gem."

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Self-Promo Saturday

Thanks for the tag @lightningboltreader 💛💛 and thanks to @sugdenlovesdingle for starting it!!

The rules are simple: List 5 of your works that you're proud of. Tell us why you love them.

Any medium (fic/art), any fandom, old or recent - anything goes.

I am going to shake it up and use reader reviews.

All Your Colors Make Me Feel Alive “oh my I loved this so much!! I teared up while reading- especially the last 3 ones. TK sharing music with Carlos throughout their relationship is so sweet and the meaning that each song has for them is just so 🥰🥰🥰 loved this a lot, thank you for sharing!”

TK Strand’s Sweet 16 (times 2) (minus 2) “i love how you can practically feel the welcoming atmosphere of the party throughout the story, and the love everyone feels for each other. i also love how you’ve explored all the other dynamics and how you extrapolate on characters in such a lived-in, caring way that still feels true to the characters we see in the show. tk having a new family to celebrate with alongside his 126 family and dad is so good, and i loved those quiet moments with tk checking in on carlos… and tk feeling like he’s just starting a new good era by turning thirty after all he’s been through…:’)))) this is so fun, thanks for sharing!”

Call Me If You Get Lost “Omg this is so cute. My cheeks hurt from all the grinning. (And my stomach’s feeling pretty rumbly from all the talk of delicious food.) TK means so well, and he worried so much, and it all makes him spin out so hard… I loved that conversation with Paul and Marjan (and the lovely side story about her dad). I laughed so hard at the chaos of the cockblock scene, especially the mental picture of Mateo squirming around in the midst of it all, trying to get some clothes on. But mostly I loved how on board Carlos was, and how well he knows TK, and how willing he was to play along with this well-intentioned insanity. This was such a precious read.”

getting past the wounds of love “The trifecta of early Tarlos, music, and Paul had me smiling all throughout this sweet story! I can never get enough of Paul and he's practically jumping out of the page here. His characterization is that good, especially with all the small and careful details you included. And TK and Carlos in the car *swooning* -- there's a tentative energy about them that I absolutely adore! It's like TK keeps drawing these lines in the sand and then promptly forgetting about them because being with Carlos feels so natural and right. You captured it so sweetly and now I wanna rewatch all of their season one scenes soooo thank you for that <3”

I'm Not A Fortress, But I Will Try To Protect You “Wooooooooooow the way I loved this!!!!! Marjan's voice is PERFECTION, I could hear Natacha saying every line wow!!! Truly adore the way you're giving us so much more to this friendship, it's nice to see T.K. be close with someone other than Carlos and nice for Marj to have a friend in her corner. The way she helped T.K. see that Carlos isn't ashamed of T.K., but that maybe there's something more going on was so beautiful, such a wise way to look at things… Such a fabulous fic, so glad I read it tonight!!”

Tagging @chicgeekgirl89 @carlos-in-glasses @apothecarose @ambiguouspenny @bonheur-cafe @ladytessa74 @basilsunrise @louis-ii-reyes-strand @guardian-angle22 @herefortarlos @reasonandfaithinharmony @rosedavid @liminalmemories21 @your-catfish-friend @whatsintheboxmh @ithilien-writes @decafdino and OPEN TAG 🏷️

[metalandmagi]

I’m once again going to talk about the most insane Disney Channel Original Movie franchise

Hello, and welcome to me screaming about the latest movie in the most bizarre Disney Channel Original Movie franchise ever created, ZOMBIES 3. I’m a grown adult woman, and yet I can’t stop myself from going feral every time they announce a new one of these movies. Every time I think the last one was a fever dream, they make a new one that’s even more colorful and 10x crazier. 

Here are my thoughts with absolutely zero context:

Zed wants to be the first zombie to go to college when his best friend is a literal genius who works for a tech company who any real college would be begging to accept...what the fuck is this movie?

Not only is their school football team pro monsters, but they’re also co-ed!

I’m calling it now, the town’s “most precious thing” is going to be Addison.

DON’T MAKE THE WEREWOLF GUY LIKE ELIZA, SHE’S CLEARLY A LESBIAN! 

We got 10 minutes into the movie before getting a song??! 

THIS MOVIE THAT RELIES ON SO MANY CHARACTERS WEARING WIGS HAS ABSOLUTELY NO BUDGET FOR GOOD WIGS!

I love that no adult in any DCOM knows how to act.

Is one of the aliens non-binary?

Is the alien mothership voiced by RuPaul?

EJ FROM HSMTMTS IS IN THIS MOVIE!? AND HE’S BASICALLY THE SAME CHARACTER?! And Meg Donnelly is going to be in the new season that airs on the 27th...this is begging for a crossover or a meta joke. Something, I’m begging you people!

Okay for real though, No Doubt About It is a bop.

There is a rival school whose mascot is an Eel named Eely and they have a...friendship...rivalry...romance(?) with the Seabrook shrimp?!

Love that they imply that a teenage boy, (Jacey?), has had multiple nose jobs. Also the Aceys are definitely in a polyamorous relationship. 

They named the frozen yogurt place “Coach’s Froyo” 😆😆😆

I see we’re continuing the tradition of Addison punching Zed in the face whenever he surprises her.

I appreciate that we’re not dicking around and drawing out the realization that Addison is part alien. We all knew she was going to be after the second movie’s teaser.

I love that we get a song about aliens invading and a song about interviewing for college in the same movie.

We’ve gotten about 70% less Bucky, and Idk how to feel about that. Also his choice in hats has convinced me that he would be the ideal boyfriend for Ryan from High School Musical.

Why do the judges for this high school cheer off seem so awkwardly horny? Also do they know the aliens are actual aliens...or do they just think that’s their team name? I’m assuming they know...in which case, they seem pretty chill about it.

How does Seabrook afford to have different cheerleading outfits for every competition?

Does this movie have a different choreographer? The cheerleading sequences have so much less energy than the first movie’s. I know the song Addison’s singing has a slower tempo...but the moves are so bland. I guess this is what happens when Bucky isn’t the team captain.

If y’all thought Addison’s white hair wig was bad...get ready for her BLUE HAIR WIG.

Oh wow, Addison is the town’s “most precious thing” who would have guessed?

Addison’s dad is so chill with his wife and daughter being descended from aliens XD These adults went from being extremely racist/species-ist to just shrugging and accepting an alien invasion.

The werewolves in this movie can barely enunciate while wearing their fangs!

I literally don’t care about any of this alien finding utopia bullshit, I just want to see Zed and Addison in college together.

It’s not a ZOMBIES movie without a reprise of Someday.

Addison’s best friend sings literally one solo line in this movie and it’s enough to make me want a whole musical with her as the star. 

Seabrook must exist in a vacuum because these aliens would be real disappointed to find out that Earth sucks as much as it does. 

Werewolf leader and non-binary alien are going to be a thing!? I’m here for it!

Omg Zed and Addison singing the last song around the lightbulbs as a callback to the first movie 😭

I don’t know whether to be happy at the expectation subversion of getting aliens in this town before vampires...or sad that I don’t get to see this universe’s take on vampires.

The message of this movie is that conflict doesn’t have to be bad. Love perseveres, conflict can make us stronger if we come together to face our problems. This makes sense in a vague, idealistic way, but the conflict that the town was facing originally was essentially racism. So...I feel like they might want to rethink that one a little bit. 

I also want to appreciate how non-binary alien’s (I should really remember their name by now) “feelings” for Zed were purely used for comedy and no real drama comes from this. Addison and Zed are a supportive power couple and have literally no conflict with each other throughout the entire movie, even when Addison believes she has to leave him behind.

Overall, the songs are better than the second one’s but still not as good as the first’s. And I wish we’d give up on these movies having a plot and focus on this crazy cheerleading obsessed town again. 

Anyway, I want a million more of these movies. But this one went straight to Disney+ so my fever dream might end here...

[nerd-of-marmora]

Part 8 of Kissartfebruary challenge by @violettenouvel , and back once more with the purple space kitties!! This was a lot of fun to do exploring the different ways to express affection through kisses and I had a lot of fun! This is what I have.

First was day 19, God they are such cheesy romantics, makes you wanna yell "OMG, GET A ROOM!!!!". But back with the tooth rotting sweetness of the space kitties being precious. It is proven that kisses are just as effective on the "Neck(back)", not just front, so give love where it is due!

Second was Day 20, and the question stands. Am I gonna continue drawing an older couple being cheesy af and still madly in love? Yes. Yes I am. Had to draw Duram and Aeryn again, and I don't care what anyone says, true love can withstand even against the testaments of time. I'd say they exchange kisses on the "cheek" daily.

Third, It's Moira's turn to make someone a blushing mess... Ulaz is usually the calm collected type, and Moira is the shyer of the pair, but she can have her moments of confidence. "Ears" are the most sensitive part, so it makes one a little nervous from the embarrassment.

Last and final drawing of them for the challenge is Day 26, Ulaz and Moira are back once more. Years ago I drew an angsty pic of their last farewell where Moira gave him a kiss on the "forehead" to wish him luck. So kinda redrew it again. Hope ya like and stay tuned

Art, Moira, Duram and Aeryn are mine

Kissartfebruary challenge by @violettenouvel

Galra and Ulaz belong to VLD franchise

[slytherinshua]

On the scale of 1-10, how would you rate your closest moots?

omg lmfao umm... i hope u meant like rating them as ppl vs rating how close they are to me (does that even make sense??) AND YES I GAVE EVERYONE A HIGH RANKING CAUSE I ACTUALLY CANT BEAR TO GIVE ANYONE A LOW RANKING THEYRE ALL SO PRECIOUS TO ME <//3

@eternalgyu okay listen in my head she's a 10/10 CAUSE SHE RLY IS THE BEST FRIEND IVE EVER HAD. but no one is perfect and no one is getting a perfect 10/10 so if im like truly rating her based on everything i'd say maybe a 9.998/10? she can't spell and fr she has this problem of attacking me 👹 but she's the best person i know and always will be completely irreplaceable to me <33

@wheeboo 2/10 8/10!! rania is rly fun to talk to and be around and i think our senses of humour match rly well (since we're always fighting and then saying ily the next second 🤺) our countless kdrama nights and music sessions are some of the most relaxing and nice times of my life so even tho i say i hate her prob once a week (SHE DESERVES IT CAUSE OF THE FUCKING ANGST) we all know i don't mean it <3 divorced for life ☝️

@blue-jisungs hmmmmmm 8.5/10? maybe its cause i've known axe for a very long time and she's kinda a big multi like i am, its like nostalgic and comforting to talk to her?? she's rly goofy so she makes me laugh a lot but it just makes me feel at home.

@haecien 9/10 and yes he gets extra points for being the only guy friend ive ever had a good experience with to this day 😍 that's actually such a feat like congrats cien ily <33 but srsly hes so amazing and its so fun to attack talk to him abt seungwoo and harua and all the ppl we love to simp over together

@weird-bookworm another 8/10 👹 she always calls me a lil gremlin and says i need to sleep 👹👹👹👹 but i love her i know she's just worried abt me (stop being such a mother sky sheesh 🙄) very very chaotic always and def the biggest army i still know which makes me feel a little nostalgic also cause i probably would go weeks without hearing abt bts if it wasn't for her 🥹

@caramel-maveeato my actual wife like i HAVE to give her at least a 9.5/10 like!! she's just that amazing <33 her writing skills???? her DRAWING skills??? and she's so fun to talk to!! (rizzing me up every moment but its okay i flirt back 😣)

@candewlsy OKAY MIZU LIKE KSJDKS. esp recently??? i feel like she got herself some extra points CAUSE HER HUMOUR HAS CHEERED ME UP SM RECENTLY. so i'm giving her a 9.25/10. if ur friends w her and see her humour then you'll know like SHES SO FUNNY

@evalevaeva actually #1 fuma simper w me. i think she gets at least an 8/10 for FEEDING ME DELUSIONS. but like the angst that you've written eva 😓 STILL CANT FORGIVE IT. but def always fun to talk to her even tho she might be a beomseok simp 🤨 she's in denial but 🤨 i see it okay 👹

[artsybug0]

wait if you where in the mha fandom what did your character look like 😂

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Well she was much more of a self insert then a character- BUT UM- SO I WAS SUPER INTO MHA TO THE POINT I HAD AN ENTIRE FUCKING STORY OF BASICALLY ME INSERTED INTO THE STORY-

Like I was a ducking transfer student from America who need to go to UA because “my quirk is just so dangerous🥺”

It was a lot of cringe but I was having fun at the time and honestly doing all of this art stuff helped me a lot mentally when COVID was just starting.

But this is basically how I drew her- also if you go to my Instagram you’d see this art too-

AND YES, I DID SHIP MYSELF WITH TAMAKI- I FUCKING LOVED HIM. 😂

But also thanks to the amount of art I did for my self inserts in MHA but art got A LOT better lol

But I also had my own characters!!

Like Rose! I made her ONLY BECAUSE- I desperately wanted Fatgum to have a wife 😂 that’s it. And I loved her so much with him. THEY WERE PRECIOUS.

I also made them a daughter-

I haven’t drawn any of these characters in so long omg-

Oh! I also had a villain Oc I named Ghost but I don’t have any okay drawings or finished drawings of him I wanna share-

But in case you wanna know their quirks here it is:

Mine: I basically had a quirk I named Ink- so basically I could liquify my body into an ink like substance. I could disfigure my body by liquifying my body just enough I could mold it into a sharp point and such. But the ink like substance I turned into was more like my blood- like I really overcomplicated my quirk and made it so emo😭 like somehow it was connected to my emotions so I had to wear a mask that provides with a gas that would keep me calm enough my quirk wouldn’t get out of hand and kill me???? Idk man-

Rose: I called it Green Thumb- basically she can “summon” any vegetation she wants around or on her. She can grow it in any size she wants. Like she can grow a giant ass tree if she wanted. Or grow a plant that’s nicknamed the suicide plant. Where if made contact with, you’ll feel such extreme pain, and the only cure really, is death- fortunately for her she isn’t effected by it all, but unfortunately she is also not really effected by any medicines too-

Flora: her quirk was kinda a mix between Fatgum and Rose’s- so she would eat a lot and depending on how big she wants a plant to grow, she has to exchange her fat for the size of said plant.

Ghost: his was like….kinda complex too??? Like he always has sharp nails- and if he cuts you he can get this liquid into your system that allows him to control your body. But as he has control over your body you are hallucinating. So you literally have no idea that your body is in control while you are seeing the most horrible things you can think of. He can stay in control of your body as long as he’s at least 20 ft from you- just one cut is all he needs and he has you lol

Again I made these a long time ago so not all of it made sense and kinda cringe but I was having fun and it helped me a lot mentally- SO NO JUDGING 😤