#i have another request for them waiting in the askbox

[morastfrck]

PLS DRAW CONDUIT OT3 I'LL DIE ❤️❤️❤️

here you go!

[chow0w]

may i humbly request my beloved lady scarab or lady jewel?

of course dreams! Here’s my redesign of lady Jewel!

I had a lot of ideas for this design and it was super easy to make, but the patterns did kind of throw me a little. Jewel’s design uses recurring elements of gemstones and swirls for an elegant, royal look! Her scale and wing colors aren’t particularly special, but I did decide to change her color palette slightly and exclude any prominent use of black stripes, since I wanted the highest points of contrast to be around her jewellery and eye/face. She holds a dragon cocktail, with a feathered scarf-neckpiece and some neck/tail jewelry. I’m not sure if I would label the jewels on her wings as piercings or clip-ons, as I imagine they would make flying somewhat difficult. A lot of lady Jewel’s rebellion throughout the lost continent arc is seen/alluded to be silent - she quietly refuses to follow some of Wasp’s orders in relation to the silk wings, and is described as a fair leader who can be trusted by both tribes: so long as Wasp believes her to be incompetent and naive. Because of this, it was important to me that Jewel’s design had the potential to be viewed in a negative light. Jewel’s posture and expression help us to view her as intelligent and witty, however a different mannerism with the same design could portray her as tackily dressed and incompetent - which is totally something she would think about when dressing up.

I love Jewel’s character and book appearance, but my one criticism would be that I wish we got to see more of the art scene in jewel hive - it would be really interesting to see how protest art movements work within jewel hive, and if they were any different from cross-hive protests like the chrysalis leaf. Art and rebellion are inextricably interlinked, and not exploring jewel hive to the fullest almost seems like wasted potential in my opinion. That definitely drove me to include subtle references to art forms with a strong link to protest and social justice: particularly drag. My first idea for this design was for Jewel to be in full drag, but I realized Wasp would probably never let that slide (even with how much Jewel got away with already) and decided to present those design elements much more subtly instead. Overall, Lady Jewel’s appearance is intended to be a reflection of her personality, grace and sense of justice.

As always, thank you guys so much for all of your support of this series! I hope these designs are a point of inspiration and discussion, and look forward to continuing them in the future.

Here are the current characters in waiting: Sunny, Moon, Clearsight, Blue, Luna, freedom, Bigtail, Cricket, Clay, Blaze, Queen Thorn, Starflight, Darkstalker, Tsunami, Snowfall, Grandeur, Sky, Lynx, Oasis, Winter and Kinkajou! If you don't see your favorite here or have another question/something to say, please feel free to leave a request in my askbox!

later :33

[bunni-v1]

HIHI! Before I make my request, I just wanna say that I absolutely ADORE the way you write the crk characters! The posts you have about Shadow Milk are scarily accurate. On another note, I really enjoyed the Burning Spice x reader hcs, and for my request, could you maybe do some Burning Spice NSFW hcs?🤧🙏 I haven't seen many people do requests for him, so I figured I'd step up and ask!

Burning Spice NSFW Headcannons

🍓Girl, I gotta clear out my askbox AGAIN. I clean it out and then y'all come back with a vengeance. Anyway, you were the first person to rq this, so congrats, you get the special answered ask! Yay! Anyway, Burning Spice is SUCH a challenge for me because we have virtually no content of the guy. This is 90% guesswork on my behalf, so please give me grace lol. Sorry if these are short and kinda bad, my motivation is low rn lol

Tw: NSFW; Rough Sex; Marking (like, bruising and biting); blood mention; predator/prey dynamic mentioned

Info: Burning Spice Cookie x Reader; NSFW

-Burning Spice Cookie is surprisingly lax about sex. It's not something that interests him too much, because once you've done it so many ways, you cannot do much more spicing it up.

-Pre-corruption he had sex semi-frequently with various different partners over a long period of time, but the closer he got to corruption the more... boring sex became. There wasn't much appeal other than dominating his partner, and even then, once he did that it was kind of nothing.

-He's experienced and he's very good at what he does, but he doesn't really care to initiate in most cases. Despite what most might think of him, he values the time he spends with you. Sex seems like it would be a waste of it, so he just doesn't bother with it.

-Unless, of course, you seem to be into the idea. Then his tune changes. Oh, his little warrior wants to try something different? Alright, sure, but he won't hold back on you. (He does, of course, because he can't have you crumbling on him.)

-Your first time with him is... interesting. He is, in all meanings of the word, considerate of you and your well-being the whole time. But, he's also doing everything in his power to see what makes you tick. How far can he push you this time before you need to tap out, how many orgasms can he get, how hard can he get your legs shaking?

-He likes to push you. A big part of his style of sexual intercourse is dominating. In most cases, he likes to go as hard as he can as fast as he can, but he has an inhuman tolerance when it comes to you. So he takes his time figuring out how to dominate you.

-He likes things that puzzle him, he likes having his mind challenged, he likes to have something for his mind to do. With sex, this is especially important. He gets off on the thrill of figuring you out, he wants to see the way you react to everything.

-He's big on predator/prey dynamics, like, really big on them. He likes to set you loose and give you a fixed amount of time to throw him off your trail. Run, hide, set traps, and he'll come after you like a wild animal starved for weeks. You always think you've got him, but he waits until you're comfortable to strike, and he takes you wherever he finds you - so hiding in public isn't a smart idea... or it is... depends on what you're into.

-Speaking of, he is a big proponent of public sex. Like I said in his initial headcannons, he loves to show you off. You both have a lot of pride in being the other's partner, so why not show it off in every way possible?

-Usually, this manifests as him having you bounce on him on his throne while loyal followers come and praise him. They'll be showering him with flowery words and begging for his acknowledgment, but his eyes are only on you. He soaks in your nervous expression, loving the way you shy away from the other cookie's eyes.

-It also can be more ritualistic. What I mean is that, he very well enjoys having people watch, so why not make a festival out of it. The two of you will be on a huge platform, surrounded by rich silk sheets and the eyes of his most loyal followers. They cheer the two of you on, shouting praises and exclamations of joy as you reach your climax.

-Do not think that this means he's in any way okay with sharing. He is not, it's a one-way ticket to get crumbled. If any cookie is foolish enough to even propose the idea they don't live to tell the tale. Look, enjoy, but don't touch.

-A lot of sex with him actually starts as sparring. You are very weak compared to him, so he rarely goes out of his way to spar with you, but he does. When he does, it always ends with you bent over and babbling his name like a mantra.

-He can't help it, the way you fight him with such a cute determined little expression really makes the cogs in his head turn. Flushed face, chest heaving, oh you look heavenly. Wouldn't you look nicer with him splitting you on his dick? Yes, he seems to think so.

-He likes it when you fight back against him, make him work for his own high. It's just what he wants. Kick and bite and punch and scratch as much as you can, he wants to see the marks you leave on him. He wears them with pride, just like you should his.

-And he does mark you up, very well. Your body is littered with bites from him, and you have several new bruises where he restrains you. The most prominent ones are on your thighs, the perfect outline of his fingers practically burned into your dough.

-You always bleed when he bites, his teeth are sharp, and he never cleans it up. He likes seeing the crimson jam dribble down your body. It's a beautiful sight, the very essence of you leaking out for him to see. When he's feeling particularly romantic, he'll smear it across his lips like makeup, and kiss along your body leaving a trail of blood-soaked kisses in his wake.

-Something else to mention, he very much likes to see the two of you connected. He enjoys watching himself sink into you, and he does it in silence. To him, it's beautiful to see your bodies meld together. Even more so, he likes to see evidence of himself in you.

-So, he always cums inside and he never uses protection. He likes to see his cum leak out of your abused little hole, he'll scoop it out of you after the fact with a scary reverence in his eyes. It's hard to tell what he's thinking, but he cleans you up well, so it's best to let it be.

-He also likes to feel himself while he's inside you. He'll press on your stomach so he can enjoy the way he fits more directly. If you squirm, it just makes it all the better for him. The pleasure is only heightened by your wiggling, so keep it up.

-Okay, we have to acknowledge his size. It's impossible not to do so with how big he is in the game - he is significantly larger than every cookie we've seen so far.

-His dick is large, like very large. It's more... normal... than Shadow Milk Cookie's, but it's not regular by any means. It's big, nearly eight inches long, and about five inches thick. It's the same color as his dough all the way up to the tip, which is a deep reddish-brown color.

-The tip is flat and wide, and it's the same thickness along the entire shaft. The first push-in is always the hardest, but as soon as you adjust, it's easy to take the whole thing... well... what you can fit at least.

-Oh, one last thing, his dick is ribbed. Several bumps line the shaft in a nice pattern, and it rubs you inside like a dream. He knows the effect it has on you too, and he uses it to get you to melt against him like butter.

-He's rough, and he goes rather hard and fast, but he can slow it down sometimes. It's rare, and it isn't something he thinks to do in most cases, but occasionally... just sometimes, you'll get a sweeter side to him.

-That doesn't mean it isn't intense, though. It is intense, even more so than his other style of sex. But it's for different reasons this time.

-Instead of fucking he is making love to you, which seems to be out of character, but I promise you it's not. He loves to show you his devotion to you, and a great way of doing that is through sex.

-If you are, for any reason, feeling insecure he uses sex as a means of expressing just how much you mean to him. Words can only do so much, gifts and mortal possessions are meaningless in the grand scheme of things, but this? The physical connection between the two of you? It's something more, something deeper than anything else he could give you.

-He holds you close, usually facing him on his lap, and slowly ravishes you. There is to fighting or bruising or biting like this, just raw passion that he has for you. Not an inch of your skin is without his burning touch, the heat between the two of you fogging your mind until you can no longer think.

-The pace he sets is slow and deep, each thrust and movement a deliberate show of his admiration for you. It's only then that you'll hear him praise you, words of affirmation spilling from his lips like warm honey, encouraging you to keep going for him.

-What is the most intense, what gets you shaking, is the way he looks at you. His eyes are unblinking and affixed to your face with nothing but sheer devotion and love. He doesn't let you shy away either, you need to look at him, to see how much he adores you. Only once you are jelly against him will he be satisfied that he has done his part.

[chilschuck]

AAAA i love your blog!! could i pls request a post-canon scenario where chilchuck finally admits his feelings for reader now that they’re not co-workers anymore >_< (assuming reader joined the laios party during the story)

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ WAAAAH ANON i’m so happy you love my stuff!! i LOVEDDD writing this for you, and i have another request in my askbox that’s similar that i’m going to do as well! this was super fun, and i found myself enjoying this idea and coming up with things i could do with it!!! i hope you enjoy!!! <333

— SHELTER: chilchuck x gn!reader.

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none, sfw fluff!! takes place post-canon.

꒰ wc: ꒱ 1745 (got carried away again…)

✦ i’m scared to reread this, but right now I’m actually happy with it!! i hope you are too!! <333 i tried my best to keep spoilers to a minimum, and to make this fun to read!! also, the title comes from the song shelter by ray lamontagne, which i listened to while writing it. i hope you enjoy!!!

With your party’s adventure finally over, you had decided to try and finally settle down as much as you could. With everyone finding their own new place in life, you did your best to find one too.

You couldn’t deny it had been rather lonely lately. Your own home was empty, a small place you had tried your best to make feel cozy. With your old party members living their own lives, you hoped you could live yours. But evidently, no matter how hard you tried, your mind always went back to him.

It was a bittersweet feeling; imagining him finally living healthily, working on helping others, and even maybe starting up that shop he talked about wanting. It wasn’t like you never saw him, but going on with every day life without him felt… mundane.

Chilchuck was working on himself, reconnecting with his family, and building the future he had hoped for. That alone helped you feel as much at peace as possible. Your feelings, to you, were not nearly as important as his own happiness. So here you waited, counting down the days you’d get to see him again. Maybe he’d be happy to see you too.

Little did you know, Chilchuck was devastatingly nervous. Buttoning up his shirt with shaky fingers, he tried his best to look as decent as he possibly could. It was the final thing he felt he needed to move on, and he wasn’t going to let himself ruin it. Not this, he told himself. There were some things he refused to let slip through his fingers, and one of them were his feelings he had developed for you.

Through it all, you had been by his side. An integral part of the party, you had built him up when he needed it most. Looking past all the mistakes, all the cynicism he liked to cloud himself with, you proved how much you simply cared. Not only for him, but for everyone. Chilchuck had fallen in love with you, and for once, he didn’t want to push those feelings down.

He had bought the flowers he knew you liked, tied with a sweet ribbon that he felt maybe was a bit too much. In fact, maybe all of this was a bit too much, but he hoped it’d work. Chilchuck even went to talk to Marcille about it all, a sign in his own mind that he was more smitten than he had been in years. Not to mention that he had, in fact, reconnected with his ex-wife, and had gained the closure he needed to take this big of a step. There was nothing holding him back now, and he could only hope the words of encouragement he was given would hold true.

Chilchuck had visited your home before, always noting just how comfortable he felt there. You were always happy to have guests lately, and he felt himself praying that this would be the case this time, too. Fist raised in front of your door, he took a deep breath before rapping it against the wood.

The knock came as a surprise, but not as surprising as the person who was behind it. Your eyes widened, his name leaving your lips in delight. “Chilchuck, hello!” It was slightly out of breath from the sheer excitement you had to try and suppress at seeing him here in front of you. Moving to the side, you motioned him in. “Do you… Want to come in?”

One hand behind his back still, trying his best to not snap the stems of the delicate flowers between his fingers, he nodded. “Yeah, sorry for the sudden visit.”

Shaking your head, you walked inside to prepare him something to drink. “Not at all! You know me… I could never say no to seeing you.”

It felt like another of Cupid’s arrows shot him through the chest. Maybe he shouldn’t look too deeply into your words, at least not yet. Following you inside, Chilchuck found himself trying his best to find anything to look at of interest. The plants on your shelves, the well loved books on the table, the occasional trinket you had decided you couldn’t live without… Everything that made it feel so much like you.

While you fiddled around in your small kitchen, Chilchuck cleared his throat. His mouth felt dry, and to try and slow down the thoughts rushing through his head, he spoke up again. “You know… You’ve done a great job with this place. I remember when you bought it.”

You couldn’t help but smile, thinking back fondly of how proud you were. Preparing you both glasses of wine, you turned your attention to him for a moment. “That means a lot, thank you. How have things been with the guild?”

Chilchuck hummed, eyes studying a particular painting on your wall. “Good… Pretty much the usual. Things are going pretty well. What about you, anything interesting since we last saw each other?”

Other than your constant war on your feelings for the half-foot, you’ve been trying new hobbies in order to distract yourself. As you turned to hand him the glass, you racked your brain for something to say. Giving him a sheepish smile, you shook your head. “Not particularly. Here, it’s one you like. Let’s go sit, yeah?”

He held your gaze for a moment, the flowers in his hand a constant reminder of what he was here for. Swallowing hard, he opened his mouth to speak. “Yeah. But first, I have something to give you…”

Finally taking the hand from behind his back, he steeled himself as much as he could before holding them out to you. Quickly setting the glasses down, you let out a sound of surprise. Your hands reached out for them, as delicate as possible.

Chilchuck felt like his face was a bit too hot for something as simple as this, but it’s been such a long time since he’s had to really woo anyone. How the hell did he manage to do this all those years ago? Scratching the back of his head, he broke the silence between the two of you.

“They’re your favorites, right? I happened to see ‘em and thought you’d be happy.”

Although Chilchuck felt like he was doing a piss poor job at this, you felt like you were swooning all over again. You know how much he used actions as a love language, yet could you even call it that in this situation? Friends did nice things for each other, yet…

His brows were furrowed in determination, the tips of his ears rosy and suddenly you felt like maybe there was something there. Your gaze fell to the buds in your hands, freshly picked and done so with care. The smile that made its way on your features was unabashed.

“Yes, yes they’re my favorites… I can’t believe you remembered that. Let me go get something to put them in. Thank you so much, Chil.”

It was worth it just to see you smile like that. Even if he felt a little ridiculous at the action, it paid off when you held the vase proudly in your hands. “I’m going to put them on my desk. I love them…” You spoke softly, your own cheeks turning that shade of pink he loved so much. For a few moments, it became silent again, his brain scrambling for what to say next.

“You asked me about my plans after our adventure was over. There… was something I wasn’t honest about. And I want to be honest about it now.”

Chilchuck made sure to correctly word everything he needed to say. Taking time in between his sentences, his gaze returned to yours. There was something there that you had only hoped you’d seen in the past; a taste of desire.

“I want to be there for you. I know we’re no longer coworkers, so…” The words fell silent, you remaining patient through his pauses. Softly, you gave a gentle phrase of reassurance. “You’re already there for me, I know that, Chil—”

Raising a hand, he silenced you. Contemplation took over his features, that worry line between his brows that you always found endearing still making an appearance. You waited for him to elaborate.

“…As more than friends.”

Your heart stopped. Did you hear him correctly? Certainly you did, your voice having gotten stuck in your throat as you tried to wrap your head around the weight those words carried. Was he saying that, this whole time, you’ve been a goal all along? Hearing your name, you snapped your attention back to him.

“I want to be more honest with how I feel. I know how I used to be, and I’m working towards fixing it.” His deep brown eyes held a small glimmer of hope, of vulnerability. Chilchuck was trying, and he was trying for you.

Feeling as if the wind was knocked out of your lungs, you asked shakily, “You want…?”

He smiled, a small etch in his features. Huffing, Chilchuck fiddled with the collar of his shirt. “You’re really gonna make me spell it out for you? I… Have feelings for you. If you don’t feel the same I get it, don’t—“

Before he could finish his sentence, you hurriedly set the flowers down before just about tackling him. The shock of hearing him say exactly what you’d been wishing for so long melted into a need to relay exactly how you felt. Chilchuck grunted at the impact, nearly toppling over.

“Of course I feel the same! You think I’d put up with your grumpy ass for this long if I didn’t?” You couldn’t help the teasing words that followed, pulling away from him to grin widely at him. “Can I kiss you?”

Your excitement caught him even more off guard, eyes widening at your question. “Sorry, that was probably a bit too much—“

Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Chilchuck tugged you to his lips in a desperate attempt to get you to just shut up and do it. You happily obliged, only pulling away to ask one more question. “How long?”

Chilchuck panted, confusion evident on his features. “What?”

“How long have you felt this way?” Your curiosity was getting the better of you, wondering just how long you two had managed to dance around each other like this. Chilchuck sighed, giving the only answer he could think to say:

“Too long.”

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <3

[gghostwriter]

Hiya! :D

Since askbox is open, may I please order some slight hurt-comfort based off of "From Eden" by Hozier? Harnessing the pure longing this song emanates to me fr.

Something like non-BAU!reader getting hurt by an unsub during a case (non-lethal but it does require a stitch or two) and spencer gets abnormally worried about this one person among the group of victims (maybe serial bank robberies) and when the team notices it and ask him about it he reveals to them that they're actually his roommate?

something romantic-leaning; I just like the idea of him standing outside the hospital room door [OMG LIKE THE SONG] because the doctors told him to wait before he could go inside sitting there like 🥺 "My roommate :(" and getting embarassed when the team calls reader his partner; "You're so worried it's almost like you're dating." sort of feel

Sorry if this is long btw! I tend to go all out on ideas! Pronouns are up to you though, feel free to change anything to your liking as well! :]

Thanks for reading! :D

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Trope: Roommates; Comfort, Fluff, Angst w.c: 1.2k A/N: There's so much interpretation for 'From Eden by Hozier' and I had a challenging time trying to capture which meaning I wanted to encapsulate. This is also by far the longest request I've written and honestly this took a life of its own but I still hope you like it! Main masterlist

Eden. // Spencer Reid

The monotone droll in the bank was white noise in your life that you learned to slowly hate. Day in, day out it was the same thing—customers withdrawing, depositing, and claiming loans. You liked numbers, that was how you ended up as a manager, but the cookie cutter business smile you had to keep on your face was a con you wish to part from. 

You sighed. Your roommate turned secret crush, Dr. Spencer Reid, had warned you about the serial robberies that had happened within the state of Virginia and Washington. He advised you to be vigilant and if possible, to keep your phone within your reach and you easily agreed having heard some of the macabre cases he’d been involved in.

You just didn’t think it would happen today.

“Get down on the ground!” A man’s voice echoed throughout the lobby, followed by a series of gunshots.

Spencer’s voice played in your head as if he was a lighthouse guiding you out from the panic. Hide. Don’t panic. Press the hidden alarm and dial my number.

You thanked your past self for programming his contact on speed dial. Volume down and no words uttered, you hid the phone inside your blouse hoping to not get caught.

“You there!” One of the masked men caught sight of you. “Outside. Now!”

You nodded, averting your eyes to show submission. Another tactic from Spencer.

Wishing the call picked up the trio of robbers voices, you stayed facing down on the lobby surround by the rest of the hostages.

Spencer, please. Please, get my message.

Just a few miles away, tension was high in the BAU conference room. The round table littered with folders and cooling coffee mugs. The team was running on a mixture of caffeine and sheer will to solve the serial bank robber case, tagged as priority by Strauss, that had been terrorizing states for a span of months. 

Spencer raked his already unruly hair. So far, the profile was incomplete. They knew there were three in the team but with varying heights and builds in various crime scenes, even that was shaky. What they were sure of was the sick game of Russian roulette they would play with their hostages, always with one bullet in a revolver and who ever is unlucky, dies with a hole between their brows and the remaining hostages are pistol whipped to unconsciousness. 

He knew he should stay objective. He knew that but how could he, when who he considers as his secret flower was at risk every second the unsubs were at large? It was his mission to keep you safe and the chances of you being caught in the line of fire heightened each second.

Vibration from his pocket brought him out of his musings. 

It was you. Right there and then, Spencer knew it was anything but good. You never called during work hours and with the last conversation between you having been about safety, it had settled in his stomach that the worst reality had come to fruition.

He picked up without saying a word, straining his ears to hear any distinguishable background noise. That was when he heard it—the authoritative, cocky voice yelling at you to come outside. His heart dropped. 

No. No. No. Anything but this.

“Sir, we just got a call,” Penelope rushed into the conference room. “There’s a live hostage taking at—”

“—Commerce Bank. 125 Independence Boulevard,” Reid interjected.

The profilers shared a look.

“That’s right,” Penelope muttered.

Morgan raised an eyebrow at him as he hurriedly stood up and collected his belongings. “Wait Reid—” causing him to stop in his tracks and turn to face back at the team. “—How’d you know?”

“Because Y/N works there,” he promptly exits the room, hightailing it to the elevator.

Emily looked at JJ. “Who’s that?”

She shrugged, lost too on who you were.

———

The team had split into two vehicles. Hotch, Rossi, and Reid in one while Morgan Emily, and JJ in the other.

Rossi glanced at Hotch, communicating the tension Reid was releasing from the passenger seat. In turn, Hotch sneaks a peek via the rear view mirror and profiles Reid’s ticks—hands clasped tight together, right leg shaking up and down, eyes shifting from left to right, and deep breaths through the nose and mouth. 

“Reid,” he called out.

Blown wide doe eyes meet his. “Hm?”

“We need you to stay focused. If you can’t do that, I’ll pull you out of this case.”

“I—I can do it!” His voice cracking.

“Are you sure, kid?” Rossi clarified.

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s just she’s my—” roommate but that singular title wasn’t fitting to describe who you were to him. No classification was good enough, really. “—I can focus,” he declared. 

There was a series of looks exchanged between the two senior agents. They didn’t need to be seasoned profilers to understand that their youngest is one slip away from panic.

Hotch sighed. “Alright, Reid, but you follow my orders. Got it?”

“Yes.” 

———

Einstein’s theory of special relativity was what came to mind as he paced outside your hospital room. The physicist implied that time moves relative to the observer. An object moving very fast experiences time more slowly than in rest and that was exactly what he felt as he paces back and forth outside your room, desperately waiting for any update—the good or the bad. Everyone seemed to be moving at a leisure pace while he, Dr. Spencer Reid, hangs on the precipice of elation and despair. 

The team had sent him away, to you specifically, when it was obvious that his otherwise objective mind was of no help in finishing up the case. Was it dreadful of him that he felt relief course through his veins when it wasn’t you that got the short end of the stick during the unsubs’ Russian Roulette? Yes, possibly but he was only human. A being filled with conundrums and good vs evil. 

The impact of today was eye opening. He could no longer deny to himself that you were more than just a roommate or an acquaintance or a friend. Oh, how hard he tried so hard to push away any thought that seemed any less innocent or chivalrous, but the idea of seeing those beautiful eyes broken and in pain made him want to face the truth. The truth being how deliriously in love Spencer Reid was with you. 

His phone rang, disturbing his mind-altering revelation thoughts.

“Hey kid,” It was Morgan. “How is she?”

Reid licked his lips, eyes trained on the still closed door. “I—I haven’t seen her. The doctors are still inside and I’m still here—outside.” 

“I know this isn’t the time but should we know who she is?” A pause. “Girlfriend?”

“No. No, she’s my roommate,” his sigh coated in despair, murky and sad enough for Morgan to notice.

“You sounded so worried. It’s almost like you’re in love with her or something.”

“I am—” your door opened. “I have to go, Morgan,” he hung up before another word could be uttered.

“Are you Dr. Spencer Reid?” The female doctor asked.

He nodded.

She smiled. “She’ll see you now.”

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[rocksibblingsau]

I usually wait for the most current "Incorrect Quotes" to be answered before making another one but it seems like the last one I did is either lost in the askbox or got got by tumblr (no hard feelings btw I know this stuff happens all the time lmao and I still have that one saved on my notes so if it truly got lost I can just resent it)

But I was really feeling like making another one, sooo.... Enjoy "Even even even more Incorrect AU Branchs and Adjacent Characters Quotes Yippee"!

Val: I am not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen!

Rock Branch: Really? Name one law

Val: ...Don't kill people?

Rock Branch: ...That's on me. I set the bar too low.

Laguna: Can I be frank with you guys?

Trollex: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Synth: Can I still be Synth?

Techno Branch: Shh, let Frank speak.

Prince D: Okay, truth or dare?

Funk Branch: Truth

Prince D: How many hours you slept this week?

Funk Branch:

Funk Branch: ...Dare

Prince D: Go to bed.

Funk Branch: I don't like this game.

Chaz: I think we should kiss.

SJ Branch: And I think you should die but we don’t always get what we want.

Kim-Petit: Uhm, Wani, why are we pretending we're this guy's family again?

Wani: We need money!

Baby Bun: We're scamming him?

Wani: I was thinking more like flat-out stealing from him...?

Baby Bun: What?! No way!

Ari: Why not? We already stole Branch-kun!

8 years old Kpop Branch: Hey, guys.

Gomdori: No, we didn't. Branch-kun can think and talk for himself, he can do whatever he wants!

Kpop Branch: I wanna steal

Baby Bun: *Offended gasp*

John Dory: You’re alive...

Parasite Branch: No need to sound so disappointed.

Holy: I can't believe ya live nearby and ya ain't letting anyone crash at your place

Country Branch: You people already know too damn much about me.

Gus: I know exactly three facts about ya, and one of them is that ya won't let any of us crash at your place

Classical Branch, sewing: I am absolutely delighted by sewing needles! I make a scarf, I can make a hat, I can stab a hooligan's eye out of their skull, I can make mittens... The possibilities are endless!

Dante: Beloved friend, could you care to repeat that middle part if you were so inclined?

Classical Branch: I can make mittens!

Hickory: Are you sure dis iz de right direction?

Dickory: Ya, I am as sure as I am honest!

Yodeler Branch: In dat case, vve're definitely lost.

Demo: If Val, Petra and I were drowning, who would you save?

Rock Branch: You three can't swim?

Val: It's a hypothetical question, dude! Who would you save?

Rock Branch: My time and effort.

Funk Branch: I really like Eminem

Cooper: I prefer skittles

Prince D: He's talkin about the rapper

Cooper: Why would he eat the wrapper?

Parasite Branch: Time sensitive question, how do I flirt with boy???

Rock Branch: Throw rocks at him

Techno Branch: Hot Dogs

Smooth Jazz Branch: Kill him.

Parasite Branch: Thanks, guys!

Funk Branch: Lownote is too tall for me to kiss them on the lips. What should I do?

Rock Branch: Punch him in the stomach! Then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.

Country Branch: Tackle 'em

SJ Branch: Dump him.

Kpop Branch: Kick him in the shin!

Classical Branch: Absolutely not to all of those! Just request him to lean down!!!

Canon Branch: Fine! Judge all you want but...

Canon Branch, points at Classical: You married a lesbian.

Canon Branch, points at Country: You left a man at the altar.

Canon Branch, points at Funk: You fell in love with a gay ice dancer.

Canon Branch points at Rock: You threw a girl’s wooden leg in a fire.

Canon Branch, points at Funk: And you live in a box!

I will try to hunt down the last incorrect quotes. I have 400 messages.

I love these though, especially the first two.

[jjkamochoso]

Hii!! I'm always hanging out in your askbox, sorry about that! I've got another Feitan request! A Feitan x Female Reader who, similar to my other requests, is normally an outgoing person with a girly personality, but behind closed doors she really appreciates a peaceful atmosphere. Maybe the two of them decided to stay together off troupe duty at a rented place or hotel, and she's less bubbly than Feitan is used to her being with the troupe around. Not that she's any less smiley, just a lot more quiet than she usually is. Bonus points if it's raining outside and they can enjoy the sounds of it together in a dimly lit room! Sorry if that was really specific, feel free to change it up if you like!! Thank you!

I LOVE that you’re always requesting omg don’t apologize!! I love writing for you guys and talking with you all about anything and everything so feel free to keep sending in whatever, whenever!!😁🫶❤️ this idea is SO good and I’m grateful you entrusted me with another wonderful request!❤️ thanks so much and I really hope you love this!!

Lightning Strike of Love

Fluff

Feitan Portor x f!reader

Warnings: slight mentions of violence

“So we’ll meet back up in a few days, right?”

“That’s right. Don’t have too much fun on your off time without me,” Phinks replied to you, shooting you a playful wink.

“We have free time?” asked Shizuku, confusion etched on her features.

Machi sighed. “Yes, Shizuku. You’ve know about this for weeks, remember?”

The girl’s big eyes blinked behind her large glasses. “No.”

Machi pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers in exasperation. You giggled as you listened to your fellow Phantom Troupe members talk about what they were doing in the upcoming down time allotted. You were sad that you weren’t going to be spending more time with them because they truly were your best friends and closest thing you had to a family. You were, however, looking forward to the peace and quiet of not being on a mission for once.

“Where you going?”

Feitan, stealthy as ever, made you jump involuntarily with the sound of his voice right near your ear. He snickered at your reaction, cocking his head as he awaited your answer.

“I rented a hotel room in the quiet part of the city. I figured it’s a good place to relax for a bit,” you said. “How about you? What’s your plan?”

“Nothing. I stay here.”

“At the base? By yourself? On our vacation?!” you asked incredulously.

“Tch. What else I supposed to do? I wait for you all to come back.”

“But won’t you be lonely?”

He shrugged nonchalantly.

“Why don’t you stay with me?” you suggested, stunning him completely. You leaned in towards him, smiling sweetly and lowering your voice. “I enjoy your company, Feitan. I’d really miss you if you weren’t there.”

Feitan’s heart wasn’t used to beating as quickly as it was and his cowl wasn’t doing any favors to cool his neck that was burning from your saccharine words. He wanted to accept your offer but if you kept gazing at him with that honeyed expression, he’d never survive the trip.

“Tch. You sappy,” he remarked, shoving his fidgeting hands in his pockets.

You checked the time on your phone. “So, wanna join me? The taxi will be here in about 10 minutes.”

“Fine, I go with you. But I not paying for anything,” he teased.

“Neither am I. A dead guy’s credit card will get you anything you want,” you told him, grinning triumphantly. “Now, go pack! We don’t want to keep the driver waiting!”

A suitcase, a suspiciously small duffel bag, and a taxi ride later and you and Feitan had arrived to the hotel.

“Why so fancy?” Feitan wondered, staring up at the old building with curiosity. Columns and arches were in abundance and the weighty, gold handled doors to the lobby were at least double his height. As you checked in, he took note of the indoor fountain and scoffed.

She out of her mind. This place ridiculous.

“C’mon, Fei! Our room is ready!” you called, beckoning him over. He obliged, still shaking his head at your go big or go home tendencies. You were always so bubbly and were attracted to sickeningly pretty things (hence the choice of hotel). He never understood how you two got along so well; you were polar opposites.

“I’m so excited to see our room!” you squeaked, clasping your hands together in anticipation as the elevator brought you up to your floor. Feitan couldn’t lie, he was looking forward to having you all to himself for the next few days, no longer losing your attention to the other Troupe members. He smiled from under his cowl.

Our room. With my girl.

You pulled out the key and opened the door. When you saw the room, you almost started crying. It was absolutely beautiful! The fluffy beds were calling your name and right after you put your suitcase in the corner, you kicked off your shoes and laid down, closing your eyes and quietly enjoying the silence that had filled the room. After a while you heard Feitan ruffle through his bag before lying down on the other bed. You peeked an eye open and saw he was reading a book.

“Oh, that was a good idea. I should’ve brought a book, too,” you said thoughtfully.

“I have extra in bag. You can get one.”

“Thank you! That’s very kind of you.”

His bag, filled only with books, made you screw your nose up in slight disgust.

“Where are your extra clothes?” you asked, afraid to hear his answer.

“I no bring. These fine for a few days.”

You grabbed the first book you saw, deciding to deal with that situation later. “Trevor Brown? I don’t know any of his works.”

Feitan chuckled. “Just look at it. You might like.”

After a few pages, you had seen enough.

“It’s a little too dark for me,” you explained, putting it back, which caused Feitan to laugh harder. “I know there’s a bookstore around here somewhere. That might be fun to do tomorrow.” You paused. “And I’ll take you shopping.”

After you resumed your position on the bed, Feitan enthralled in his book, you felt a chill blow through you. Since the hotel was older, the windows let in cold air so you were grateful that there was a fireplace in your room. With a click of a button, a warm fire began to roar and you smiled to yourself at how perfectly domestic this whole situation was. Having Feitan all to yourself in a place like this was a dream come true to you. You snuck a glance at the man as he read, his hair slightly hanging over his face, his lips, no longer covered by the cowl, pursed in concentration; he looked handsome beyond belief. Not wanting to disrupt him with your staring, you changed gears and grabbed the comforter from your bed, wrapping it around your shoulders. You then pulled a chair in front of the window and stared at the beauty outside, getting lost in your thoughts.

Feitan, on the other hand, was looking forward to you starting your cheerful chatting like usual. He was patiently waiting to hear your voice chirp up, talking animatedly about things that happened that day or what was on your mind. If anyone else spoke as much as you did, he would’ve sewn their mouths shut, but he tolerated—no, genuinely liked—your incessant jovial jabber.

“Why you no talk?” he asked, pulling you from your daydreams.

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“You never stay quiet, you always talk.”

“Are you complimenting me or insulting me?” you joked, but Feitan was looking at you with such a serious face that you immediately stopped teasing.

“Around the others, all day long, talk, talk, talk,” he said, opening and closing his hand in a gesture to mimic you speaking, “but with me, you silent. Why?”

“That’s easy,” you replied, wearing a soft smile, “you make me feel relaxed. At ease. I love to speak with everyone, yes, and I especially love talking with you, but when it’s just me, or just us, like this… I like the calming environment.”

“Oh.”

Feitan was clearly embarrassed by his assumption, although he did think it was good to learn that you two weren’t total opposites after all, since he cherished his quiet time as well. You were completely unbothered by his question but you still tried to reassure him in your own way without making him feel silly. You picked up the big black book that was resting on the nightstand and took up the spot next to Feitan on his bed, your arm brushing up against his.

You opened the book to a menu. “How about we order some room service?”

After ordering and eating practically everything from the menu, you and Feitan were happy as could be. You two shared nice conversations over dinner, Feitan ecstatic at hearing your bad jokes and sparkling laughter, and you were feeling grateful that you were going to be able to share moments like this with him for the next couple of days. When the last of the empty plates were left outside your hotel room door to be picked up, you locked the door and got your pajamas on since nighttime had almost arrived. You exited the bathroom in your cozy attire and sat on your bed once more, feeling Feitan’s gray eyes watch you the entire time.

“Yes?” you asked, wrapping yourself in the comforter again.

“Nothing,” he blurted out, tearing his gaze from you. You giggled, browsing through a magazine provided by the hotel. You were about to turn on the lamp to continue reading when all of a sudden, you heard tapping on the window. You peeked out and saw rain had begun to fall. The last remnants of the sun’s rays were snuffed out by dark clouds hovering in the sky above you and your stomach fluttered at the change of weather. Hearing the droplets hit the building was sending you into a state of pure bliss and there was only one thing that could make it even better.

“Feitan?”

There was no answer but you knew he was listening.

“Come lay next to me.”

Again, no answer.

“Please? I don’t bite.”

“I do.”

Your eyes found his in the dark but he showed no sign of yielding to your request. “Forget I said anything. I’m sorry for pushing it.”

You weren’t going to force him to do something he didn’t want to do. You knew he had an aversion to any sort of touch that wasn’t tortuous, but you thought for sure he would at least sit on the same bed as you. You sighed wistfully as you leaned against the headboard, wondering if Feitan knew of your romantic feelings for him and this was his way of rejecting them. To your total surprise, you felt your bed dip as another body climbed on the mattress.

“You no apologize, don’t be stupid.”

This time it was Feitan who brushed his arm against yours as he climbed into the warmth of your comforter, leaving goosebumps where he touched. You two sat together, no sounds to be heard except for the falling rain and far off thunder. The hotel room was dimly lit by the fireplace and you were admiring the flicker of flames that highlighted Feitan’s profile. The tranquility you were experiencing was unmatched by anything else on this earth and you wished life could be like this all the time. You didn’t know what possessed you, or what wrath you were about to face, but your body moved on its own in its reach for Feitan’s hand.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” you whispered, your rationality catching up to your actions. Right as you were about to grasp his hand, a loud clap of thunder had you pulling back in shock.

“I no say stop,” said Feitan, closing the space between you by placing his hand on top of yours. You turned to look at him fully and he met your gaze for only a second before studying the fireplace instead. In that second, though, you saw more than just flames blazing in his irises—

You saw love.

Taglist: @killuagirly

[soarelesiluna-ao3]

I loved your Lucio Corsi x reader story! You’re the only one ive seen so far writing for him, I would love to see some more!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Let's go back to our roots, shall we?

I've gotten a sudden spike of likes on my Lucio x Reader content so I've chosen to bring some back to you, surprise ✨

I still have a few requests of this kind in my askbox, I'm just drafting them so I have more material to post as the week goes by so I assure you, none of y'all will be left dry 💙

Content under the cut!

Cameras were finally off, and the show was over - Eurovision ended, at last, and Lucio got the honor of being a part of the top 5 in the final ranking.

You certainly didn't know who was prouder, Tommaso, his team or you. Everytime you got mentions about how cool Lucio looked on stage, you couldn't help but grin. It was your boy. Your Lucio. He made Italy proud and managed to beat the odds that had thrown him into the pit for so long.

Tommaso texted you when Lucio and him finally got back to Maremma. And you didn't need to think it twice. You were already in Italy, waiting for his return, so you made your way back to his house as soon as possible. That small town still felt so refreshing to visit. You just couldn't get enough of it.

Your steps took you back to that home you knew so well. As soon as they saw you, Era and Ennea started barking in excitement. It wasn't long until Lucio, clearly just awake, and shirtless as per usual, came out to see what the ruckus was about.

His eyes widened with excitement when he saw you, and immediately ran towards you, holding you as tightly as humanly possible in his arms. Then came the kisses, one after another, not letting you even talk. You can tell he missed you, just as much as you missed him.

"God I missed you!" He finally says, smiling. "I know we saw each other through screens but, fuck, it's not the same! It can't be the damn same!" He kisses your forehead, guiding you inside. "Come on, guys, let them breathe!"

Stepping inside feels like traveling to a distant past, even when it's only been a couple months since you last saw each other. The house is still a mess like usual, but you like it anyway. If it wasn't a bit of a chaos, it wouldn't be Lucio's at all. It's his personal seal, not doing things a hundred percent perfect all the time.

"Sit down, sit down, let's have coffee with sfogliatelle... Grandma brought me some, freshly baked..." Lucio gets the coffee machine running in no time, and starts putting things together. "I also have butter and prosciutto if you want a sandwich, with freshly made bread, of course... Or I could get some eggs..."

You laugh at such show of energy. It's like if you've zapped him back to life. At that comment, the singer can only laugh back and do a Frankenstein/Zombie walk towards you to kiss your cheek.

"I needed to see you. This journey was great, but I think I feel much better when you're with me. You're still like the morning for me..."

He wraps your arms around your waist, holding you from behind, and you hear him sing. You are the morning, a door to Mars... His voice is soft and intimate, unlike his usual self that likes to give it all on stage. This is a personal gift. Something just for you.

As he finishes to sing the verse, he leans in to kiss your lips. They taste like coming back home, like the first waves crashing against a calm shore in the sunrise. Like freedom, and adventure. They taste like home.

Like Lucio.

"Let's have breakfast together... And I'll tell you all about my adventure. All that you don't see on TV. And next time I'm on your... You'll come with me. So my mornings taste as sweet as your name when it rolls off my tongue everytime I talk of you."

[circus-clangen]

one: this comic tugs at my heart

two: human monkeypaw request goes here

VERY glad to hear that, as that was EXACTLY my intention <33 And here he is! Haven't thought of a name for him yet though... Askbox dump 4 below cut! 🎪

Thank you! His is definitely one of my favorites <3 Answer? A Whole Heck Of A Lot... I'm trying to figure out the best way to reveal it all to you guys, since it's backstory stuff that wont show up naturally in the comic...

This is the most microscopic nugget of truth contained somewhere in this

There's a nugget of truth in here too :)

Exciting!!! Show us all the clangen when you post it I beg

nuff said

No dw Clown is giving him Another medication that is "definitely going to work this time" so we have nothing to fear </3333

FUNNY ENOUGH I skipped ahead a moon recently (moon 43 I think?) and a loner DID join... he's not Bear though....Can't wait to design him

Everyone in the circus is TRYING to be nice they are trying so hard but every day they get closer to Snapping and forcing each of then to wear onsies with their names embroidered on the back in neon letters

TIGERLING!!! BABY TIGER!!! Hope and pray this Tiger has a better life than Mine <33

Only if you show me 🔫 Jk jk you don't have to, but yes PLEASE feel free to make your own circus/carnival/cabaret/freakshow clangens!!! Even feel free to use my circusclan clangen backgrounds!

Whooo that was a lot of asks 🤩 I missed answering them so much

[orengejoshi]

Um were you talking requests a while back? If so, are there any rules or conditions that we should be aware of?

ok

a good rule of thumb is: if you try any more often than once, I'm not doing it (out of spite even if I thought that idea is fun but now I feel pressured and used, I'm not a machine after all! I sometimes feel like people speak to me like they throw a prompt into an AI) (also I'm stealing that idea and you'll never see it)

my askbox is pretty much always open and I receive a lot. I currently have 81 unanswered ones, to give you an idea. you see how often I actually have time to answer them and then I never do half-assed things bc I set my standards on myself too high so I usually include a doodle whether you asked for it or not bc I kinda just don't like to clog my blog with boring text-only posts.

it's actually unlikely...

but I always say it's worth a shot.

it's literally a gamble. (where you can try again with another prompt after a few weeks of a cooldown period so it doesn't feel like you're spamming and pushing me)

bc I am incapable of making smth messy and call it a day. you basically get a commission for free. bc I do not take commissions. that shit will be fully clean, rendered, maybe even an entire cluster comic page as I like to call them. I LOVE DOING THIS. I love to surprise people. to utterly flummox them. I specifically like to do art to make people happy, so I always swore to myself I would never take money for it. it stays a hobby and smth to spread joy with.

by keeping it a rare, by-chance occurrence it stays special.

you pay by being creative and kind + luck. my requests come closer to a raffle I guess.

I just do em when ADHD inspiration strikes me. since June of last year where I started paperhatober it's just. become MUCH slower. bc I REFUSE to give up. so my life has been on hold literally bc of that omg. I swear I will finish this.

I swear

I may not have finished highschool but I WILL finish this (it's personal. I will actually talk about it once I'm done)

so the smart move rn is to wait until the glorious day where I finish that god forsaken challenge... I can think of like 5 requests off the dome that I would be fire and flames for and perhaps I even have drafts somewhere but I can't get distracted yet...

also yeah literally any topic is ok but I do sometimes wonder why I get hardcore NSFW requests bc... brother. god knows I want to. but how do you expect me to post that onto The Censorship Site .com

foot note: yes, mutuals are prioritized. I follow like 20 people.

[timelyrmdoodle]

Okay it's about time I made a masterpost!!

Hello!! My name's Leo, I use He/Him pronouns, I like, run this account or something? And there's a good chance you're looking for info on it! Soooo-

First things first, some things you might know me by!

This account, obviously

My main, @leounderseas, where I post more cookie-unrelated stuff!

My instagram

My tiktok (currently inactive)

You don't know me from twitter because I don't use that!!! Twitter is banned in my country, so I do not have a twitter account.

Also some artworks you might recognize!!

Now that introductions are out of the way, here's some more info on me and this account specifically! This a daily doodle account for Royal Margarine Cookie from Cookie Run Kingdom! I am very normal about him. That's pretty much all I post about here, though other cookie related things do pop in every once in awhile!

This account was meant to be daily, but I am still finishing up highschool, and it's been very stressfull, so sadly I don't have the time to actually make that work. The plan is still to post a doodle daily! But maybe I'll only be able to do that once I finish up with school, sadly.

I have two main hashtags in here!

#my art and my stuffff, for any art or similar things I end up making and posting! If you're expecting a daily doodle and haven't seen it, or just wanna browse, you might wanna check the hashtag :)

#questions and rambling and stuff, for askbox questions that I answered or just general rambling about characters or any other topic! If you're interested about my insight on things (or my analysis of a certain cookie, whom this account happens to be about....) it'll be there!

My askbox is open, and anonymous is an option! Feel comfortable to ask me questions, don't be shy! Just, yknow, be civilized? And not mean? Or any kind of -phobic or -ist or anything like that

Projects I currently have in the works are:

My marge shimeji! It is still in production sadly because I haven't had the time to work on it.... but I plan on finishing it and making it downloadable for anybody who wants it once it's done!!

Another related thing is my character playlists! I make those for fun in my freetime :) I have a lot of them, and some of them are longer than others because I am obviously biased (staareeess....) but I still enjoy all of them! Here are the links if anybody is interested!

Royal Margarine Cookie playlist (longest by VEEERY FAR. You need commitment to finish this one. Also lowkey suggestive. Tread carefully.)

Black Pearl Cookie playlist (Second favorite! Nowhere near as long but still very dear to me :])

Butter Roll Cookie playlist

Matcha Cookie playlist (Third favorite,,,,,, ouuugh blorbo....)

Pure Vanilla Cookie playlist (Has purelily undertones fyi, i like purelily)

White Lily Cookie playlist (Fourth favorite, SHE'S JUST LIKE ME FOR REAAAALLL,,,,,)

Golden Cheese Cookie playlist (Fifth favorite! Not really that long, but pleeeaasee recommend me songs for it)

Shadow Milk Cookie playlist

Black Lemonade Cookie playlist (very unfinished...)

Shining Glitter Cookie playlist (very unfinished....)

Snapdragon Cookie playlist (very unfinished, IM SO SORRY BABYYYY,,,,)

I also have non cookie playlists! Though they are few

Furina de Fontaine (Genshin Impact) playlist (Second longest playlist I have. I LOVE HER SO MUUUUCHHH YOU GUYS DONT GET ITTT)

Kieran (Pokemon Scarlet & Violet DLC) playlist (This kid is ill and I care him)

To finalize, I don't take comissions right now, but I do take requests in my askbox! Depending on the request ofc. I plan on taking comissions someday, but that'll probably have to wait until I finish highschool next year! And with all that said.... You're caught up!!! *confetti falls Have any questions? Lmk!! I'll answer them! Have a good day :]

[starlightshore]

Sorry if I shouldn't be asking this here (the main nightfell blog doesn't have asks open) but how many people are you planning on accepting on your nightfell sign ups? Specifically for pixel art/animations? I have a really talented friend I want to recommend it too but they are a little worried about being overwhelmed if it's just one person. They think it's a really cool project though!

Oh! My bad, I hadn't realized I had the askbox closed there. Sorry for making you jump over here to ask!

I'm unsure if you mean "one person" as in, worried only they'd be the new person or if the concern is "the only animator for the project"

I'll discuss both of these here

So far I've got 2 people requesting to be programmers, I wanted to wait a lil longer to give people time to apply before responding. So, currently, the possibility is 2 more people joining alongside your friend, assuming all get accepted. (I have to interview and evaluate if they're a good fit by schedule or other factors) It's a small team, but we're also pretty close as a group. We have team calls (mainly coding) on Mondays and on Fridays it's Movie Night. We'll also often just hang out in VC. I can understand if that's intimidating for new people, but at the very least this is optional and movie nights are a nice way to break the ice and get to know the others.

I'm the main animator and spriter for the project. I've got someone who contributes to Pumpkin related art, another spriter (so far for BGs) and another animator helping with specific a cutscene, and lastly another sprite artist thats helping with "pictures" ingame (intro, ingame photo album). So your friend would hardly be the only artist on the team and we can figure out what niche works best for them.

So basically, I'll do my best to ensure the work load is reasonable and tailored to their skill set and schedule. We're a friendly bunch, but most calls aren't mandatory and if they are, speaking isn't necessary.

Hope ur friend applies, and if not, regardless I wish them well. Take care!

[initforthethrill]

thank you thank you for posting the bot and writing my request so fast you're amazing! i have more thoughts (you can take this as a request or just me needing to share my thoughts lmao im not trying to be greedy i just have a lot of... daydreams)

but listennn

i know you write most for masc user (and i have a STRONG preference for feminine women too) but these pics really have me thinking

https://pin.it/ogfuquVDw https://pin.it/2OORH8AZo

just.. asshole cate

like ugh.. her just being so selfish and just using a girl to get off.. she comes first most of the time and is mostly just like 'not my fault you take too long' and just does not care. usually she leaves to take a shower after or wash up or whatever just to be a dick.. gives the girl time to get off herself since Cate isn't gonna do it smh.. but mostly she does end up back in bed with her. cause lowkey she's a softie even though she would never admit it.

cue the girl being a total fucking simp for cate.. like im just thinking she like is IN LOVE with cate. and she really tries and does sweet things for her and tries to get closer. sit together, hold hands, ask on dates (gets constantly rejected).. cate is even a bigger asshole when her friends are around. like laughs and mocks the girl just to make her friends laugh (because she would never show how badly she's falling too).

those pics fit with masc cate and they're what inspired it but like i think it also fits so perfectly with feminine cate and like golden retriever masc girl.. cate's a complete pillow princess. the girl is like completely head over heels for cate - maybe like after the first time they hooked up she 'misread' the situation.. and she's such a hopeless romantic, she buys cate flowers and brings them to her while cate is sat out in the quad with her friends.. and her friends know what cate is like so they all kinda go silent waiting for a reaction but then cate scoffs and laugh.. makes some shitty remark and makes her friends laugh..

mannn idk which version masc or femme cate in this i like more (lowkey leaning for femme now that i wrote it out icl).. but she just looks so fucking hot in those pics ugh i love when femme women dress masc (another idea.. cate borrows golden retriever girl's clothes occasionally, even though she really doesn't give a shit about her and she certainly doesn't like that it soothes that possessive urge in her when she gets to wear her clothes)

okay let me break this down to properly respond to everything lol!

first of all, you’re very welcome! i can’t promise all the requests will get fulfilled as quickly as this one was but i will do my best :) now go and ruin religiously repressed cate one sinful bathroom encounter at a time to your little gay heart’s content—and please never stop being greedy pouring out all your filthy little cate thoughts into my askbox<3

okay so…the way i barked at this image (which still to this day lives rent free in my mind) like the degree to which i need this woman is honestly probably offensive to lesbianism...anyways!

yes i can totally write masc cate…sometimes i do get the urge for douchebag!cate and want her to treat me like i’m her worthless emotional support butch so! this should be a relatively easy request to fulfill LOL i’ll throw it on the list alongside a somewhat mirrored femme version too since i enjoy your asks so much anon<3

in the meantime...take this blurb i cooked up real quick for masc cate hehe :3

masc douchebag fuckboy!cate

Cate came first.

That was just how it went. Every time.

Her hand would press to the back of your neck, urging you lower, or fisting in your shirt when she straddled your lap, grinding against you until she got what she wanted—sometimes with a breathy fuck, sometimes with a sigh and a lazy smirk, sometimes without a word at all.

And then she’d roll off, already stretching like a satisfied cat, slipping off the bed with that same practiced indifference, as though none of it meant anything. It didn’t, obviously. She’d say that aloud if you ever asked. (You didn’t.)

“Not my fault you take too long,” Cate would mutter, reaching for the towel she always kept slung over the back of her chair. “Bathroom’s free.”

And you would lie there. Heart racing. Breathing hard. Thighs slick. Wanting more.

You’d wait, like always. Let the heat fade. Let the ache settle. Touch yourself if you really needed to, curled up in Cate’s sheets that still smelled like her stupid perfume—some sharp designer thing layered over the citrus shampoo she didn’t share.

Sometimes Cate came back. Not always. But when she did, it was quieter.

No teasing. No talking. Just the sound of the mattress dipping under her weight, and the gentle drag of fingers across your stomach as she slid beneath the covers again. Like she didn’t mean to reach for you. Like she accidentally curled up against your back and fell asleep there, breath hot against your spine.

The next morning? Cate would be a menace again.

“God, you’re obsessed with me,” she’d scoff, rolling her eyes when you tried to hold her hand in the hallway. “You’re like a lost puppy.”

But you were already used to it—Cate keeping you at arm’s length while tugging you close with the other hand behind closed doors. You crave her. And Cate knows it.

Even when Cate is cruel, you still look at her like she’d hung the stars just for you.

Sometimes you brought Cate breakfast. Those overpriced pastries she liked. Coffee exactly how she took it. Once, you showed up outside Cate’s dorm at midnight with a lighter engraved with her initials and a stupid excuse about how Cate was always losing hers. Cate hadn’t even said thank you, just rolled her eyes and kissed you until you forgot why you were standing there in the first place.

The worst part? Cate wasn’t even nice when her friends were around. If anything, she was worse.

One time you showed up to the quad with two smoothies, trying to be sweet, and Cate looked you up and down and went, “Aw, babe, did you think this was a date?” Her friends howled. Cate handed off the drink—your drink—to Luke and didn’t even look at you when she added, “You’re cute. Just not in a meet-the-parents kind of way.”

It stung. But you laughed. Played it off. Went home and cried into your pillow like an idiot, then texted Cate anyway to say you hoped her day went okay.

And still, still—

Cate came back.

Slipped into your dorm past midnight with wet hair and bare legs and one of your hoodies, pretending not to care. “I was bored,” she’d say, even though her voice was quiet and her eyes didn’t leave your face.

You would open your arms, and Cate would slide between them like she belonged there.

Maybe she did.

Because sometimes—sometimes—Cate softened. Let herself be held. Let you kiss the top of her head without so much as a snarky comment. Let you touch gently, sweetly, even if she sighed like it was a favor. Even if she muttered, “You’re so clingy,” with her fingers curled around the hem of your shirt, refusing to let go as she rode your face into the mattress.

And sometimes, when she thought you were asleep, Cate whispered your name. Real soft. Like it hurt to say.

She never stuck around for breakfast. Never held your hand in public. Never called you her girlfriend.

But she kept coming back.

And you kept letting her.

♡ | masc menace ♡ | fatal femme

[kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings]

hii! ( ˘ ³˘)

im not sure if this ask box is open atm, but i just came from the "random reader x douma" fanfic and it immediately gave me an idea (•ㅅ•)

s/o of muzan, akaza and douma (separately) randomly sneaking up to the demons and hitting/spanking their ass? LMAO

Hiya!~

Honestly I always keep my askbox open so any and everyone can slide anything my way so don't worry about it

Also I'm more than happy to write your request, it's definitely a fun one to write, so, thank you for requesting (^○^)

For those who haven't read the headcanons we're on about you can find it under my Doma section on my MasterList but I'm linking - HERE - for easy access

If you have anything to request - eg. headcanons, questions, thoughts etc. - then just slide 'em my way cause I'll answer them to the best of my abilities!

Muzan Kibutsuji, Douma/Doma + Akaza with an S/O that spanks their butt - Headcanons:

Muzan Kibutsuji:

This man, this gorgeous man...

Literally the definition of unbothered.....after the 100th smack attack to his arse

Sure to begin with he was confused - maybe even a little bit shocked and scandalized - whenever you'd randomly spank his butt but he kind of just anticipates it now?

Whenever you enter the room when he's doing something he kinda pauses cause he knows your randomly gonna slap his behind

It sets him on edge slightly when you don't

Muzan now waits for you to do it before continuing on with whatever he's doing

He's kinda grown used to it in a 'This happens and i can't really be bothered to stop it so i may as well let it happen' way

It's a very rare moment when he smacks your butt in return

Douma/Doma:

Oh boy you have a whole can of worms to open with Douma!

This man is so unbothered that you'd have thought you'd have kissed him or something with how he treats your smack to his butt

Genuinely, so unbothered

He takes it in his stride as if its another Monday - just tilts his head with a smile and a quirk of his lips

Barely questions it (seriously you could do anything to him and he wouldn't question it)

He will just smack your butt back when you least expect it

Douma anticipates your random smack and gets sad when you don't try and surprise him with it

It's gotten to the point where he kinda pouts if you don't smack his butt??

Akaza:

The first time it happens this man makes such an offended but questioning noise - think something along the lines of a cat that's been woken up cause you've touched them kind of noise

He also froze up slightly

And even after you've moved away and started talking to him about something akaza's still stood there in a state of confusion

You genuinely have to explain to him that it was a random urge that you had - "It's just something that wells up inside me, ya know? Except that my brain won't let me focus on anything else til I smack that butt of yours!"

Then he accepts it - kind of....

Takes it as a form of training! You use stealth to try and smack his butt and he tries to detect you before you reach him

Still kinda squeaks and jolts away when you give his butt a love tap

Won't do it as much but when Akaza's feeling cheeky, he WILL, give your arse a little tap which ends up a squeeze

[the-whispers-of-death]

*inserts meme voice*

Hello there

I come here and lurk into your askbox to talk about a happy near year scenario with Price. We just came back from a bloody mission and we are celebrating at a bar listening to the coutndown when Price remembers it's even our anniversary and panics a bit since he didn't prepare anything and then comes with a solution we really like (can be however you want just...male reader pls?)

OR

We have him proposing to us! During a misaion if we are in the military or just civilians or he confesses his feelings :3. I'd like to think he would do that without thinking and he knows that it's maybe going to be the last time he sees reader

Any thoughts? I have seen that the askbox is open so I wanted to give it a shot. Have a great day!

(ps sorry for any mistakes- I have a very strong headache and I am not thinking straight rn💀)

Thank you for the request!

I'm really interested in Price blurting out a proposal when the timing's not completely right. It makes me giggle and I must write it.

CW: None, this is just fluff. I guess the warning is that Reader's male.

(I want to apologize beforehand, because this is probably going to be short. But I haven't written in a while, so writing something short is a good starting point to get back into writing.)

The 141 were just finishing up a mission that had, thankfully, gone well. You all were covered in blood and dirt, but at least you all were alive. You were just getting into the truck you all had arrived in, being the last one inside.

"That was a good mission, wasn't it, {Name}?" Soap asked you, bumping your shoulder with his. He had his signature bright grin, lightening the mood that was earlier somber.

You nodded, unable to help yourself from smiling as well. "Yeah, it was a good mission. Definitely could've been worse." Your eyes went to Price, your boyfriend of three years. "Though, I'm just happy that we're all safe."

Price's eyes bore into your own, his gaze intense. He was oddly silent as the truck kept on its path back to base, he usually would've praised the group by now. It was slightly worrying.

"Are you okay, John?" You asked, a frown working its way onto your face. If he wasn't across from you and you weren't around all of your coworkers, you would've leaned over to take his hand in yours.

Ghost caught onto your worry, turning his head to look at his captain. "Price, mate, you alright? You're awfully quiet." His brown gaze bore into Price's head, as if that would make Price look at him.

However, Price was still staring at you. It was like he couldn't look away from you. Silence filled the air for a few seconds before he spoke.

"Marry me, {Name}."

Everyone else's eyes widened at Price's words, but he kept going.

"I can't live another day without having you as my husband, please do me the honor of marrying you. I've loved you from the moment I met you and I will love you for the rest of my life, if you'll have me."

Price reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a ring box, opening the lid to reveal the most gorgeous engagement ring you had ever seen. He had just been waiting for this moment, having it on his person at all times.

"{Name}?" he asked when you were silent. He sounded unsure now, nervous. "What do you say?"

It surprisingly didn't take you long to respond after that, saying, "Yes!" Your voice went high-pitched at how happy you were. "I'll marry you, John, yes!"

Price didn't care about the others, he simply leaned over the aisle in between you and him and he kissed you, passionately. He was like a starving man, his hunger only sated by your lips.

"Get a room, you two!" Gaz hollered after a few minutes of your heavy make out , making you and Price pull apart.

"Congratulations, you two," Ghost said, clapping Price on the shoulder. "I expect to be named your best man, Captain."

This led to Soap and Gaz arguing with Ghost over why he should be Price's best man, but you tuned them all out as Price slipped the ring on your left ring finger. All you could think about was that you were now engaged to the best man you knew.

Oh, your life was looking great.

Separator made by @une-femme-de-lettres

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and request something! (Check the rules in "Rules for Requesting NSFW" before requesting.)

[techtakesoff]

We're not dead, just mentally ill.

As some of you have noticed, the blog's been relatively dead as of late. There are still posts in the drafts, and we plan on opening up the askbox... soon. I (Mod Dirk) have just started school, so I am busy. Other mods have jobs or other real life occupancies that prevent them from dedicating their entire lives to the blog

Thank you all for being so patient with us.

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