#mixture of emotions and feelings aaaa

[bunnivez]

hiii!!! is it okay if i request angell nsfw or sfw head canons if thats okay with you!!

The Housewife Way

જ⁀➴ Hello Nonnie! Seems like people really took a liking to Angell after the event happened lmao (๑>؂•̀๑) I had fun writing this, especially because I finally get an excuse to make a housewife reader its so cute AAAA. Enjoy! ⟢

જ⁀➴ Warning ! … This contains both NSFW and SFW content.

It took some time for her to fully open up to you, not necessarily because she didn’t trust you but more because she wasn’t sure how to be open. She is used to being alone, interacting isn’t something she is used to, especially when expressing her emotions or sometimes thoughts.

As months passed, she felt different around you. She was more comfortable around you and every day she would try her best to come back home as soon as possible just to see you again.

Her dreams have now become just about you. In every dream, her most peaceful ones, you are always there.

If she manages to find something she thinks you’ll like during her mission; she will definitely bring it home and gift it to you, just to see your eyes light up and lips curl into a smile.

Slowly things change in the relationship. She becomes more affectionate and a bit more talkative.

However it will also take time for Angell to understand her own feelings. She has never felt such emotions, at first she thought she was sick until she came to a conclusion that what she was feeling was love. Her confession was awkward, she didn’t exactly know what to say so she just told you how she has been feeling the past few weeks.

Oh the face she made when you told her you feel the same way, her eyes lit up like a kid it was adorable.

She loves sneaking hugs behind your back as you cook or wash the dishes, she stays there for a good while just observing you.

Gifts from her are more expected, as well as many calls from her if her mission is a bit long. She wants to make sure you are home safe and that no one is trying to getting inside.

Compliments your food a lot, she loves coming home to the smell of homemade food.

Cuddle with her PLEASE, she enjoys it, it brings comfort to her. Most times she is the big spoon, but on bad days she doesn’t mind being the little spoon.

Talking about bad days, it is easy to catch up when she is upset, sometimes it can be that the missions have tired her; but the best way to make her feel better is by helping her relax first to ease her mind, then ask about her day.

Shares her makeup products with you, she can help you do your makeup and you can help her with hers <3

Angell will definitely let you do her hair, she likes the feeling of you brushing it, occasionally she will let you do a different hairstyle on her (I feel like a ponytail would look great AAA, maybe a messy bun?).

Cuddle with her on the sofa while listening to music as you watch her pet fishes swim.

I feel like stroking her hair will make her sleep faster, sometimes she will stare at you if you automatically stop— as a silent ‘please keep going’.

Usually hides her wounds from you, or just says it’s nothing and it will heal quickly. Yet she cannot deny the way her heart melts when you start to treat her cuts and wounds, it shows how much you truly care and worry about her.

Got you two matching pijamas! She thought the idea was cute and that you would like it, she has seen couples do that after all.

Whenever she can she will bring already made food from a restaurant or something, just so you can relax a bit from cooking.

Takes you to simple dates, she prefers ones at night, if not, movie nights at home it is! You two can bake together too, teach her some skills and all.

That leaded to horrible disasters by the way… she cuts stuff with her dagger, she grabs spoons like a toddler would grab a crayon and drop any mixture everywhere.

Just be patient with her.. please </3

She is into bondage, see those handcuffs? They are for YOU.

She likes using toys, she has bought a few she would like to try on you, but when the moment comes she can’t find them… She knows it’s somewhere in her closet but it is pilled up with clothes and other stuff so good luck searching.

Shower sex. There are times she comes home from a mission covered in blood, so she suggests showering with you.

This leads to.. a heated up make out, she simply can’t resist you. So before you can think, you already find yourself pinned against the tiled wall by Angell.

Like she will literally eat you out in the shower.

She enjoys riding your face, she is gentle though, grinding gently and a bit slow, but she will pick up the pace once she is close to cumming.

Her moans are sweet and a bit quiet, mostly comes out as sighs of pleasure and small noises. She isn’t really the loud type.

With her strap though? OH SHE IS A MONSTER. She will fuck fast and make sure to hit the right spots.

Places a hand on your mouth or gags you, telling you to quiet down but how can you when she literally fucks you so good?

Other times she appreciates more gentle sex. Slow, passionate, and enjoyable. She loves seeing your face turn into one of pure pleasure, and hearing your sweet moans gets her even more heated.

She will also do it on the couch, you sitting on her lap grinding on it while she desperately kisses and marks you as hers. She will whispers ‘I love you’s ’ and ‘ you’re doing so good, keep going ’.

You know what? Why not fuck you from behind while you are washing dishes too. She will bend you over and use her strap on you, her fingers, or will kneel down and eat you out.

There was this one time she ate you out on top of the dining table, saying how you are the dessert.

Aftercare is very important. She makes sure you are okay and if she hurt you in any way. She will help you clean up and brings you water or snakes if you want. Later, she will cuddle with you in bed; quietly telling you praises and giving you kisses until you two fall asleep.

[k0yaz]

IT’S ME THE MONIKA ANON, YOU ATE W THAT FIC THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD ‼️‼️

Also I just ended up quitting the game because it confused me too much and never finished it until like two years later when I watched a playthrough and realized that I would romance Monika at the end. 😭

Could I request her reaction to that happening?

also could I be 💤 anon?

error of a heart.

Pairings: monika x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, very heavy angst, part 1 is optional so this can be read as a standalone, horror themes, monika going insane, mentions of implied suicide, death, blood, hallucinations, monka crying this had to be a warning bc i felt so bad :(, this made me start crying no joke, guys im sobbing help, oh no I cuss like once here aaaa, I want to hug her sb, wrote this on a school night so might not be good, not proofread.

A/N: hell yeah you can be 💤 anon, and no thank YOU for the food I love ddlc with all my heart and I’m so happy I could write for it AND WHO CARES IF I HAVE SCHOOL IN THE MORNING RAHHAHA 🕯️

No.

This was a cruel joke, right?

Monika’s sleek fingers threaded into her coral brown hair, grasping at her scalp with widened, twitchy eyes as she felt her chest tighten with each gaping breath. The screen displayed a ticking count of your absence from the game, the small pink dotted box splaying out thickened and bolded lines of text. Her body felt like it was wavering in and out of existence.

The horror of situation dawned upon her, feeling as if pixels of her merely drawn figure were being ripped out of her piece by piece. Her hands practically slammed down onto the opposite ends of the control panel, breathing forced and drawn out as tears glossed over her once bright emerald eyes.

“Is this it? After you’ve made me suffer for so long?” Monika spat, her voice laced with clouding venom that blinded every sense with a mixture of rage, despair, sorrow. She couldn’t even tell what she was feeling at this point. She just knew it sure as hell wasn’t positive. Cool grazes of the wind drifted into the club room through the opened window, swaying her hair off to the side and masking her lowered, empty eyes.

Nature no longer calmed her down anymore. Not when the natural world and lush landscapes outstretched through the window were all false. Bits of code. There was no reason for Monika to pretend anymore. Not when the woman who was her sole purpose for living had been ripped away from her so cruelly. Uneven beats of her heart was the only sound alongside the clock within the desolate club room, the quiet noises ringing in her ears with each agonizing second that passed.

Did time even exist anymore?

“Why? Just why (Name), why? You just had to play through…were you that disappointed that you couldn’t love me the way I loved you back?” She sobbed quietly, lips quivering as her palm dragged along the dried tear cracks bruised down her cheeks. Her teeth ground together in pure anguish, eyes fluttering shut with each quiet sob that racked her glitchy sprite.

Monika’s brows furrowed together as she tried to choke back her cries, shoving them back down her throat and tilting her head up to fix her gaze upward. There was probably nothing there. Maybe she was just hoping there was an entity, a creator, a higher power, anything. Anything that she could scream at to soothe her error of a heart.

Whatever didn’t allow her to have a route was the reason you were gone. It wasn’t your fault. Her gaze remained utterly transfixed onto the console, chest rhythmically rising and falling with her shaky breaths as she slowly came to terms with reality. Her vision slowly grew clearer, the thick fog of blinding emotion seeming to part itself before her as she anxiously circled her thumb along the ridge of the console. Monika began to understand. Her once bright green eyes, reminiscent of a leader, darkened into two cold pools of deep emptiness you could get lost in if you ventured too far.

You weren’t coming back.

Who was she kidding?

She got her hopes up for nothing.

She was the fool in this situation.

Shattering screeches began to pierce through her ears as she felt her eyes slowly beginning to sink into her skull, wanting to squint upon catching sight of the epileptic flashes of red green and blue. An endless mind breaking cacophony circled her within the void, rendering her immobile as she was forced to resume the unending torment that would plague her over and over.

Monika’s expression was devoid of any trace of possible emotion, her form tilted back as if she was succumbing to her fate. It was like she was drowning in an empty stomach of falsehood, caged in this endless cycle of knowing she wasn’t real. She never was real. She never will be. Everything she knew, everything she felt, it wasn’t real. If you could leave so quick and she couldn’t do anything about it, she couldn’t have been real. No chance.

Nothing was real.

The gravity of the situation dawned on her, weighing her down as she sunk into the void once more. Eyes gradually drooping lower and lower with each passing second clicking in her head—if time even existed here, Monika felt herself drowning into an ocean of code, which stung at her every sense like a numbing frostbite.

“Monika, are you alright?”

Her head jolted up from the desk, bleary vision lingering on the other three club members circling her. Sayori, Natsuki, and Yuri fixed their concerned gazes onto Monika’s tired expression, faint dark circles adorned below her eyes. Great. She had another moment where only she was aware.

“Where is she..?” Monika muttered out weakly, her voice still raspy from her supposed ‘nap.’

“(Name)…where is she?” She inquired, confused glances being exchanged among the other three girls before looking back down at her. “There’s…no one here named that..” Yuri replied, a perplexed look crossing her features, deep purple eyes locked onto Monika’s messy form. Sayori simply gave her a gentle smile, resting a hand on her shoulder with her fingers brushing against the fabric of her blazer in an attempt of comfort. “Let us take care of things today, alright? Get some rest, you’ve been working too hard after all..”

A feigned appreciation painted her face as her palm rowed forward dismissively, attempting to imply that she would rest, and that the others were welcome to take over. Monika heaved a deep, shaky breath that pulsated in her chest over and over, slumping back onto the desk as her fingers tightened into the edge of the smoothed over wood. She couldn’t help but glare at the other members with a bitter disdain creeping up within her. They have everything she wanted. Yet they didn’t need it. Nobody understood how much it fucking hurt for her.

A sharp sting seared against her pointer finger, slashed diagnonally along her skin as she took in the seeping pain of the minuscule paper cut. She flipped her hand over and brought it close to the tip of her nose, examining the blistering red glistening along her finger as crimson droplets trickled down the open wound. It didn’t mean anything anyway. Just a couple taps of the control panel and this cut would close right up.

Monika allowed herself to wallow back to sleep, eyes slowly flickering in and out of consciousness as she slowly began to mentally return to her personalized hellhole. Her eyes slowly focused on the flash of bright light hovering above her head as her lashes filtered her already fuzzy vision. The light flooded her senses as a sharp pang of uncomfortable warmth spread along her drowning body within the void. It was warm, like being held. Yet disheartening to her knowing it was simply the faux comfort of the repeated codes strings.

It all became so clear now. There was no purpose, and she knew what was meant to be.

With remaining strength she could muster up, Monika extended a shaky hand upward, outstretching it to manipulate the code. Within moments, her body began to sink further into the endless void, the horrific orchestra of screaming no longer affecting her as her slow, rugged breaths filled her ears. It didn’t take long before her throat began to tighten, eyelids slowly lowering shut as she tilted her head back to allow the waves of erasure overtake her meaningless body. Her consciousness was slowly fading as Monika parted her lips to utter out a final set of words before drowning herself into the sea of her scripted feelings.

Ah. She adored the idea of you. Even in her final moments, as her throat closed in on her like a claustrophobic cave, she couldn’t help but think of you. Perhaps she would be granted the honor of laying her eyes upon your beautiful self when she got the chance. But for now, it’s not meant to be.

“If only I could be reborn in your world, (Name). We could be together. But not in this life.”

A/N: OH MY GOD I SOMEHOW COOKED ON A SCHOOL NIGHT??? I should’ve done this earlier but…OMG IM ACTUALLY FUCKING SOBBING BRO WHY DID I MAKE THIS SO SAD MONIKA DESERVES BETTER.

💤 anon it’s your fault for making her cry /j

Someone request something good for this woman I feel bad I love Monika so much idc if Yuri is my favorite Monika still deserves everything :((

Also oo I added a filter to the banner and it looks sm better ok goodnight I need soeep

[merakiui]

ALIEN SCARAMOUCHE WITH OVIPOSITION MERA ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME 😭 I need more, what would he look like, what are his motivations... Omg... Maybe some kidnapping going on...some experiments on humans...him studying how humans reproduce and if his race can use them... Aaaa my mind is going crazy with ideas, please do share yours too! <3

What if he doesn’t have a form of his own (something that sort of ties into canon Scaramouche’s obsession with wanting a heart and a purpose)? And maybe he’s more like a shadowy mass that can take the form of anything so long as he’s encountered said thing (i.e. made contact with it? Or maybe he has to kill the original in order to take its form? Or it’s something like a reflection where if you happen to look at him long enough he’ll have a good enough idea of how to replicate your form from staring and analyzing it.) and since he’s so dedicated to having a form that really fits, that truly feels like him, he’s continued to adapt and evolve as the years pass throughout every planet in the solar system.

Perhaps he does have a few features of his own, but maybe they’re sort of scattered?? Or they aren’t really features his species is known to have? He’s like a mixture of various things he’s observed over the time he’s spent on your planet in an effort to shape himself into something beyond the formless shadow he’s lived as for so long. Like a patchwork copycat composed of so many different parts because he’s desperately trying to understand all of these things. It’s like his version of trying on clothes and new fashion styles. So maybe he has horns or maybe cat ears because he’s seen so many stray cats and they’ve always fascinated him for some unexplainable reason (maybe in order to have these features he’s had to ingest part of the living thing he wants to replicate??? Just something a little extra horrifying for our beloved alien mouchey. <3) And maybe the only thing he has from the one who created him (Ei) is the same piercing stare in a pair of brilliantly colored eyes she graciously bestowed upon him.

Maybe Scaramouche can’t understand human emotion in the usual sense that other humans might, so he assigns flavors to these unusual feelings. When he hurts the things he likes or is interested in (cats, the human he stole his current appearance from (i.e. Kabukimono; let’s pretend they’re two separate individuals hehe), and even other gentle things or creatures who are completely innocent), the taste in his mouth is sour or bitter or so very intolerable. I think over time he hardens himself and learns to live with the foul flavors he often encounters when he attempts to blend in with humans and utterly fails because he can never replicate their emotions as well as he can copy behaviors or appearances. He starts his journey so curious and sweetly innocent, albeit murderous and eerie, and he tries so hard to learn and be good and explore the world with the eyes his mother gifted him and yet he always finds himself hurting. He hates it. It tastes terrible. It feels terrible, and he has never truly felt before. This is new.

When Scaramouche is captured by Dottore, a human scientist who is a little too dedicated to the pursuit of forbidden knowledge, he finally tastes the cruelty of humankind—learns of the lengths they’ll go to in the name of scientific breakthroughs. The researchers run dozens of tests on him. He can’t feel external or internal pain from wounds or injuries; he’s sturdy, birthed from a substance foreign to humans, intended to survive the harshest conditions. But Scaramouche feels pain—the emotional kind. He’s never felt fear; he’s what humans would call an apex predator. He’s strong. He’s never needed to feel fear, and so he doesn’t fear the unknown. He isn’t scared of the sharp tools, of the peculiar creatures he’s shown in hopes that he might replicate them and their features, nor does he fear the trajectory of this new life. The concept of ethical practices means nothing to him even though he’s aware he’s a lab rat, a grotesque curiosity that doctors poke and prod at. He reacts to everything in unique, defensive ways. He impaled a doctor through the throat with a strange shadowy spike. It moved as though it were liquid, yet it struck very solidly, sharply, deadly efficient. Dottore likens its movements and behaviors to that of an octopus’s tentacle; Scaramouche is unsure of this comparison. This is merely a shadow of something he has observed—a reflection. A cheap copy. He has never been original.

You’re the first human he meets who isn’t adorned in sterile white. No lab coat, no gloves, no goggles, no protective gear. Just clothes. Normal clothes. The both of you are separated by indestructible glass, placed in two very white rooms, and you can see one another so clearly. Scaramouche hates the purity of white because he knows that when he’s forced into a white backdrop he’s meant to stain it red. And lately he doesn’t want to break things that are undeserving of it. Perhaps he’s feeling too much. Perhaps he ought to tear these human feelings out and go back to the blank, shadowy slate he once was. How he intends to accomplish that, he has no idea.

He’s uninterested in you at first. You’re a human. He’s seen humans. He interacts with them daily. He’s killed plenty. But you spend nights in that white room and he watches you sleep. He tries to sleep in the same way you do; he has no need for sleep. He regulates his energy differently. He tries to breathe like you. He blinks at the same times you blink—or he comes awfully close. He tries to copy your movements and mannerisms. One night he presses himself to the glass and takes your form and watches you, counting every rise and fall of your chest as you lie so comfortably on the very uncomfortable cot. With hands that mirror yours, he pokes at these human features. He fits one hand in the other and pretends he’s holding your actual hand. There is no warmth, though. Humans are warm; Scaramouche is not. He’s frigid. His home planet is gloomy and cold and desolate. He thinks humans are lucky for cyclical days—for being in close proximity to the sun. There is no sunshine where he hails from. He likes the way the sun feels on him. It used to burn terribly when he first arrived on this planet. Now it’s like a hug—a hug that still singes, but a hug nonetheless. He’s never known what a hug is, but he thinks this is what it must feel like—like the burning warmth of a sun.

Scaramouche feels true, raw, animalistic, paralyzing fear when you’re taken out of the room after two weeks and replaced with a new human. You’re gone. Replaced. Are you dead? Did he kill you? Did he stare too long? He’s distraught, overcome with a horrifying emotion that has him curled and trembling in the corner of his white room (a cage if he’s ever known one). Why aren’t you here? And why is he so…restless? He can’t call it fear because he doesn’t know that word. But oh he’s scared. He’s so scared. You were the first human to smile at him, to put your hand on the glass where his rested, to sit close to the glass and eat meals alongside him. You were like the stray cats he’s interacted with: kind, soft, gentle, sweet. He’s so scared he loses the ability to remain in his human skin, and he practically melts into a shadow, clinging to the corner like glue or slime. He’s empty and alone. It tastes terrible. It feels terrible.

The humans that follow are terrified of him. Either that or they’re disgusted, baffled, cautious. He hates every one of them, so much so that he’s tried to break through the glass numerous times to dispose of them. Weeks pass; he’s forgetting your features. There are no mirrors here, so he must rely on the reflections shown in the glass. Some days he thinks he looks just like you; other days he’s certain he’s a monstrosity—a sloppily stitched version of you. The you he saw did not have pointed fangs or curling horns. He hates his reflection because it isn’t you. Most importantly, he hates that the humans he’s forced to look at are protected by this thick layer of glass. If it wasn’t so indestructible, he’d tear through every human nuisance until he reaches you.

Scaramouche is not sure how many months pass, but you return. And when you do the fear ebbs away. He feels…happy? Is that the right term? He’s pleased to see you, and for the first time in a while he returns to his human appearance—to the one he took from a young man many centuries ago. You’re back. You’re here. He’s so happy. He detaches himself from his corner and he tries to smile in the way you do. And, though it’s awkward and strange and sharp-toothed, you smile right back.

Dottore decides then that you are to be the next subject in this experiment. He’s observed Scaramouche’s reactions to you and compared them to reactions to the other humans and found that you are the best suited to this role. If anything, the alien couldn’t have picked a better specimen to adore. You’re helpless and so naïve. You need the money; it’s why you allowed yourself to live in that room for a few weeks. You were paid handsomely for it. He’ll pay you beyond handsomely if you agree to what’s next. And, really, when you’re in between a predator’s jaws do you really have much of a choice?

Scaramouche needs a human match, and the scientists need to study more than just the social biology of an alien. They promise you he won’t hurt you, and if he does it’s all right. They’re kind enough to respect the wishes of the dead. You must let Dottore know if you’d prefer a burial or a cremation. There’s nothing special in this distinction; it’s just a precautionary measure. You’ll agree to participate in this experiment whether or not you want to.

Your new home is the white room that faces Scaramouche, and after some more time and observations to ensure you won’t be killed the moment you step foot in his space the glass barrier will be lifted. Dottore wonders how Scaramouche’s kind mates and reproduces.

There’s only one way to find out.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Aaaa dad!Douma seriously melted my heart. The way he spoils her 🥹🥲

It wasn’t something I realized I wanted, but omg I can’t live without it! It’s got me thinking… what would the other Upper Moons be like if they adopted their own baby demon?

Politely requesting Koku adopting demon!Muichiro please 💗✨

Hmmm! Okay! I’ll do this too! Like Kokushibo so this is no problem! Let’s hope that I can capture Kokushibo well enough!

What a interesting yet tragically sad situation this is. The one and only Mist Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps end up being tricked and turned into a demon against his wishes. He manages to escape the slayers in no time and ends up running into the Upper Moon 1 himself, just before the sun came up

Kokushibo feels immense pity for the being in front of him. Coated in blood, wearing a shredded Demon Slayer uniform and starving as the demonic samurai decides to bring Muichiro to the infinity castle

That way. He can decide what he must do next. A Hashira turned demon have power already, combining Muichiro’s raw talent and potential, the boy was already on a Lower Moon level without eating a single human

And Kokushibo is beyond attracted to this fact. He goes against all his original thoughts as he and Muichiro arrive, and cements it that he’ll take Muichiro in and train him. He sees much potential and chance he has never seen in another demon

Kokushibo is a mixture of a teacher and a caretaker. He has Muichiro practice and practice until he can conjure his own Demon Blood Art whilst gaining strength through kills he assists with. For once in his entire demonic life, he feels such pride when he sees Muichiro produce a barrage of mist clouds from thin air

The boy’s a quicker learner than Kokushibo ever suspected. No wonder he was a Hashira before he got converted and forgot all about his human past, a especially young Hashira too

Kokushibo suspects Muichiro to be independent so he trains him, even though, he never brings him to any missions. He just wants to make sure his son student can take care of himself in combat if needed

Like a father Lion teaching his cub to hunt, the Upper Moon 1 becomes all for bringing his beloved student out occasionally to track down their next dinner together as he trains him in effective attacks and strategies with a katana

Yes, Kokushibo did manage to repair Muichiro’s destroyed Nichirin Katana for him to use as a reminder of his intense strength, and looks after it well. A demon wielding the enemy katana will show the enemies he doesn’t mess around

Kokushibo even got Muichiro a samurai outfit. He isn’t a Demon Slayer anymore, he is a powerful samurai such as himself so he’ll make sure that truth is drilled into the cloud-headed demon’s mind real firmly

He doesn’t spoil the younger demon in any form, other than food, as he sees no reason to treat Muichiro as his weaker inferior. To him, Muichiro has the biggest chance of becoming his successor and he does feel so excitement to have somebody to pass down his skills onto

It may seem less familiar and more professional but that’s solely because Kokushibo is far too reserved and stone-faced to let his emotions run wild… well, until after months of looking after Muichiro, does he begins feeling a new emotion for the younger demon, replacing the previous… Familiar love

Kokushibo takes a long while to willingly develop a further relationship with Muichiro from mere student and teacher and/or acquaintances but once he does, he is attached to him emotionally and confides to him about personal worries

Anything Kokushibo tells Muichiro is actually remembered as it goes back around for Muichiro to Kokushibo. Kokushibo gladly listens to Muichiro though, both are equally quiet so that’s perhaps why they bond so well

But at this rate, Kokushibo looks forward to return to the Infinity Castle where Muichiro awaits after a mission. He is always eager to see his future successor grow stronger and stronger each day, and he does consider getting him to battle lower slayers at times to see how far he is gone

Kokushibo does end up finding out that Muichiro is his descendant but it doesn’t really matter to him anymore, he begun viewing him as his long lost son in very little time

But, Muichiro’s insane power now makes sense to Kokushibo

Kokushibo is grateful towards past him for taking in the Hashira-turned demon in as he has made his previously monotone and repetitive life all the more interesting, till the point that he sees a real need to come back to the Infinity Castle faster. So he can talk to and care for Muichiro

Muichiro does begin viewing Kokushibo as his father after as long, if not a bit longer, and is protective of the hundred times stronger warrior. He finds the Upper Moons arguing with Kokushibo annoying and moronic with how the Upper Moon 1 is like

Unlike Douma with his beloved child, Kokushibo will, at one point, tell Muichiro everything he possibly can about the Upper Moon hierarchy and everything about the missions he must attend, why should he lie to the demon he cares intently for. It’s not like Muichiro is irrational over it ever, he actually appreciates his Sensei’s dedication

[federthenotsogreat]

Question: How do you view Dark Star and Bean star as conscience entities or magical objects?

Super cool question!!

It's... A mixture? To me, the Beanstar is definitely more object leaning? It's not really conscious, it can't think, but I feel as if it can feel emotions to some degree? It's like.. An eternal goddess that's on another level of consciousness if that makes sense? I feel like it has the ability to judge, but never really does, as everyone always has a reason behind their wishes. It's as if an object had a soul, but it's still an object!

Now, the dark star, to me, is leaning more into the "conscious being" aspect, but I wouldn't call it a living entity... To me, the dark star can't feel or think, it acts solely on instinct to fulfill the purpose of its existence, which to me, is to spread darkness! It's in its nature to invade and break down living organisms until they become a being of darkness like itself (as seen with Fawful)

It tries everything it can to not be destroyed, but only so it can spread more darkness. It's in its nature!

I hope that makes sense 😭😭😭😭

Sorry for the long-ish answer aaaa

Honestly I have a TON of dark star lore sjkdkdkf

I'd love to hear your thoughts on this too!!! Feel free to comment or reblog and stuff :333

[stealsh0e]

MR PRESIDENT!!! IS IT TRUE YOU'RE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR TWO BODYGUARDS?!?!?!?! AAAAAAA IM BEING GRABBED HELP MEEE GUYS AAAA

I have so many new inside job ocs I wanna show you GUYSS but im starting with these guys!! Also sorry for the awkwrd formatting my phones busted and IDK how desktop tumblr rlly works LMAO.

Special Agent Tortoise (He/Him) and Vita (She/They) descriptions below:

First we have special Agent "Tortoise", real name classified but he is an individual from 13th century Scotland who ended up making some deals with rather...unsavoury individuals of both human and inhuman origin, most of which he was unable to repay, and thus they sealed him away in an amulet and made those he held dearest pay his debts. Since then he has been encased, mostly forgotten to time and forced to reflect on his former life. The amulet has the power of possesion, but only with dead bodies, and he now enters the 21st century in his 5th.

After a good few years of familiarising himself with the world, he was approached by the US government after gaining wind that he had claimed a host, wanting to utilise his many abilities for their own cause. After striking a deal, he agreed and has worked with them for many years, though it hasn't been pleasant or easy for either side. Now he has been placed on--as he puts it--baby sitting duty to keep a close eye on the President and act as a middle man between Cognito and the deeper side of the US Government. Tortoise knows Glenn and Orca, as he and Glenn served in the same regiment and then years later he would become Orca's mentor before she left to join Cognito. "Tortoise and Glenn do not get along" is an understatement, and often you have to yell at them both to put their guns down when an argument gets too heated.

Vita is part of a group of Eldritch beings who have come to Earth and intergrated themselves into society through the means of porclain bodies. These bodies are a mixture of puppetry and bisque dolls, moved around and maniulated freely by their true forms within. Sent here on a scouting mission, Vita found herself curious about humans more than intended, and enjoys her mission despite knowing the fact that they may one day have to leave Earth. Vita was approached by the Robes, with the promise of showing them "human life as intended", and present day remains an ally of theirs.

Presently, they are placed as a less obvious bodyguard for the president. Her duty to her fellow eldritch beings outweighs her alliance to Cognito, so taking on this relatively small task was of no hidnernace to her. They know Otto, much more than Otto would like to admit honestly. Vita knows Otto's father, a being who would very much like to know where his child has been for the past millenia. Other than Otto, Vita does not interact with anyone at Cognito much, much prefering to observe and ask questions when it suits them.

In regards to each other, Vita and Tortoise do butt head. Vita is one to ask many questions, and Tortoise is very secretitve due to feeling shameful about his muddy past. Though they do balance each other out, which is why they were made partners on this assignment, with Tortoise being the brains (used loosely he's not always a genius) and Vita being the brawn (she has a 50/50 success rate on actually catching the bad guy, struggles with noticing subtletises in human emotions).

[jisungshotfirst]

Top 10 Title Tracks of 2022

I am once again back with my top 10 of this year!! plus little nerdy reasons I love them<3

10. Cheshire - ITZY

a song from the end of the year always sneaks in on my list and this year it was cheshire<3 the music is so intriguing and everything I love from the overtone piano to the harsh synth bass. 'Lalala's just always win .. they rly do. So catchy and wonderful and COOL which is exactly what I want from itzy. They are so cool!!!

9. Youth - Kihyun

it's just simply a beautiful song :( it's so familiar and homely ... it sounds nostalgic which ofc perfectly matches the theme of the song. the lyrics... so bittersweet and honest. 'I want to be happy without trying so hard' :( kihyun how dare. This genre, pop-rock sound, is so comforting to me and is the best vehicle for the emotions the lyrics speak about. It is ultimately I think just a wonderfully well-rounded and truthful song

8. MAISON - Dreamcatcher

the thematic message of this song is incredibly important and special and musically, it matches it, enhances it, Perfectly. It starts small and angry. And constant. There's not a moment to catch a breath and it rly feels like a fight. Then the outro... the reharmonisation of the chorus changed the energy completely, and the harmony is ascending as the choral voices are brought in and it feels Epic and Desperate. Where it started off as anger and confidence, the last chorus feels like a plea. It's so Emotive it's really beautiful

7. O - VERIVERY

incredible INCREDIBLE mixture of smoothness and harshness. The guitar is as sexy as rnb gets, the melody is smooth and catchy and fluid. And then the Sound.. it also has this fluidity but it is Harsh, it is Crunchy. There's metallic clangs and screeches, so much NOISE. It sounds like a machine malfunctioning underneath the smoothness of the melody, which thematically is beautiful and perfectly matches the beautiful mv. Just STUNNING it's so artistic

6. Guerrilla - ATEEZ

so this simply makes me go insane. One of the BEST intros to ever intro. The aggression and loudness in this song is so tangible and emotive but they vary it so well and create tension and release and shift dynamics so so well which is so refreshing for this style of song. The prechoruses allow some breath before the power of the chorus .. and then the post chorus... choi jongho... the tension along with the double time beat AAAA it hits sosososo hard every time. Overall just ..... choi jongho... CHOI JONGHO

5. MANIAC - Stray Kids

BEAUTIFUL beautiful modal mixture<3 sort've skz's first major venture into drastic modal mixture and it was Perfect (Phrygian dominant is just *chefs kiss*.) It mashed together both the brightness and darkness skz do so well and it just made a very interesting song that deserves my admiration. The Movement in the background is everything to me, the arpeggiators and percussion filling the space rly make it constantly interesting

4. Ring The Alarm - KARD

this song just Grooves. An addictive reggae beat with very pretty and satisfying harmony. And probably most of all the top line is just gorgeous, the melody is floaty and punchy at once. The lyrical change for the last chorus is so effective. And the OUTRO, the heavier instrumental for just a moment making me want to replay it every time<3 just exactly what a bop should be

3. GingaMingaYo - Billlie

this song is so odd and wonderful and FUN. truly set off the year in such a good way. The sonic textures are crazy. Billie's voices are so varied and expressive they can handle this kind of loud crazy track so well and it's incredibly impressive. And on top of that their stage presence is INSANE. This song made me fall for them it rly did, it's truly the definition of weird and wonderful

2. Adrenaline - Cravity

it is no surprise to anyone how much I love these boys and this year was just their year<3 this place could as easily go to party rock, i am still debating to this minute jfjf vity just filled this year with happy bops! ... the bass is INSANE firstly, the top line is so punchy and catchy. this song is just sososo fun and uplifting. it's filled to the brim with happy vibes and interesting sounds. The second verse just decides to change genre for a couple bars, the half-time sections don't get old and make a unique end to the chorus. just! happy music made interestingly and the outcome is very very cool

1. INVU - Taeyeon

... it is the most beautiful song to ever have blessed my ears. To me this is a perfect song, plain and simple. The production is so smooth and perfectly subtle and clear. I feel like I can hear every single sound they put in there. The top line is so smooth and clear too, and an incredible use of taeyeon's range. The vast space that the production creates allows her voice to sound raw and emotional and allows her the freedom to run, bend timings and sing with feeling. This song makes me levitate. My soul leaves my body completely<3

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Karlnapity as CareGivers!

cc!Karlnapity as CareGivers!

Requested by: None

Proofread: No

Music: Tornado by Yuji Ohno & Lupinic Five with Friends

Warnings: Talk about triggers, sexualizing agere (Sapnap threatens a person who sexualizes it) impure regression

Author's note: First agere fic! I just love the concept of Karpnapity taking care of a small one and just being so sweet aaaa. This is obviously sfw and if you sexualize age regression, please do not interact. Also, I will not be using the term 'little' because some age regressors are uncomfortable with that term so I will be using 'small one', 'small', 'little one', 'baby' when talking about being regressed. I also do not think that the term 'impure' should be used to describe triggered regression

-Mod Kenma

Coming out as an age regressor was probably the easiest thing to do

All three of them are so non-judgemental

Honestly, they're all a little confused at first. You'd need to sit them down and explain everything

If you have an agere blog, you can bet they're looking at it to understand you better when you're small

When you first regress, let's just say the only one really prepared is Karl

Sapnap and Q feel really nervous, not wanting to mess anything up

So when the three hear you in the morning talking very softly and childlike, there was a mixture of emotions

Karl went up to the bedroom to find you sitting on the floor, talking to a stuffed animal he's never seen before

He knocks on the door and opens it fully

He genuinely feels terrible when you look at him with big fearful eyes

"Hi, sweetheart," Karl says, smiling softly. You quickly stood up, almost falling. "H-Hi! Good mornin'!" You were trying really hard to sound big and Karl could tell. "Who's your friend?" You began to slowly show off your stuffie, still trying to be big. Karl nodded enthusiastically, wanting to know more. When you finished, he went to the container that held all your small objects. "Would you like to change into something that is more fit for a little one like you?" Karl picked out a couple of different outfits and helped you change into whichever one you wanted.

It felt like a huge weight was lifted off your tiny shoulders when Karl began to treat you small

He picks you up and goes back to the kitchen

You rest your head on his shoulder, nervous about what Sap and Q would think

Karl seemed to notice this nervousness and began to rub comforting circles on your back

"They'll love you regardless baby" Karl whispered

When you two came back, Quackity was finishing up breakfast

Karl mouthed to them that you were regressed

Sapnap stood there in shock before quickly grabbing a sippy cup and filled it with juice

Quackity plated your breakfast on a plate with fun little designs on it

Karl placed you in a chair and tucked a napkin into your shirt

Sapnap placed your food and sippy cup in front of you

You silently ate, too focused on the yummy food to realize Sap, Karl, and Q were talking amongst themselves

Sapnap looked at you nervously. "So they just woke up like that?" He asked, looking back at Karl. He nodded and smiled softly. "Aren't they cute?" Sapnap and Quackity nodded in agreement.

After breakfast, the rest of the day was up to you!

It was a learning experience for sure but at the end of the day, the boys found themselves confident at the end of the day

The boys all have their own ways of noticing when you're slipping

Here are their favorite activities to do with you when you're small:

Karl: He likes watching cartoons with you! He enjoys watching older cartoons not only bask in the nostalgia but also because he wants to see if small you would enjoy the same ones he does. If you regress to a more big kid age, he would show you more advanced things like Adventure Time and Courage the Cowardly Dog. It doesn't matter what you two do, if you're watching cartoons, he's having a blast.

Sapnap: He loves nap time. Cuddling with you is the highlight of his day. Even if he's not tired, Sapnap will lay down with you and help you fall asleep. He plays with your hair or rubs your back while you nuzzle into his side. Sometimes you lay on top of him and he just melts. He makes sure that if you use a pacifier, it's with you when you're napping.

Quackity: Playing pretend is your guy's thing. Whenever you want to play something like mermaids, he's the guy you go to. He'll come up with a crazy yet simple story that makes you the protagonist. He always makes you the star.

The boys are always advocates for age regression

They try their best to make content that is enjoyable for small ones as well

They never explicitly say anything about your regression but do talk about how they've come to learn and respect those who regress

If there is somebody who sexualizes regression or thinks it's creepy, Sapnap goes all out

He cusses them out and explains (rather aggressively) that age regression is not kink and is not anything sexual

Quackity laughs and makes fun of the person for being so ill-informed. "It's not that hard to get educated." He'd say

Karl on the other hand would just giggle at his boyfriends' antics and try to not be seen as aggressive. He wants people to learn and accept you (even if they don't know) and people like you

When impure regression is triggered, the boys are immediately by your side

Sapnap wraps you in his arms, shushing you gently and rocking you

Karl grabs your comfort items (stuffie, paci, snack, movie, anything you find comfort in)

And Q makes sure that y'all are in a controlled environment (temp, lighting, noise)

They don't question what triggered you or if you want to talk about it

They know whatever happened was bad and that when you're big, you'll talk about it

If they know your triggers, they try their darn best to make sure that if they can control the situation, they'll make sure you're okay

You're never judged for your triggers

The three make sure to remind you that no matter what, they still love you

[melloncreamsoda]

hii can i just say i LOVED ur recent post about the twst boys reacting to reader’s near death experience !! since reqs are opening i was wondering if i could req how the heartslabyul guys plan to propose to their s/o in the future? as always i live for your work and I’m looking forward to reading more of your writing !!!

Heartslabyul boys proposing to their S/O

TW/CW: Gn!Reader, fluff, headcanons, not proofread

extra; AAA THANK U SM FR REQUESTING THIS i remember i got so excited when i first saw your request LMAO then iforgot aboutit and i just saw it again so im doing this at midnigh lolzieS. anyway THANK YOU??? youre too kind and generous with your feedback on my witing it means so much to me omg u sweet anon AAAA I hope u enjoy this piece!! <33

Riddle Rosehearts

He's losing his mind over it, panicking in every manner known to mankind. 'Are they gonna like this? Is it too extravagant, or too simple?' He's running around, asking everyone on their opinions of his idea. He wants to make sure it's perfect, and even though everyone from Ace to Trey gives him the green light, he somehow still doubts himself. I mean, it's not every day you get to propose to the love of your life.

In the end, he settles for something simple, proposing to you in private, preferably with his friends and yours surrounding him. He keeps his little speech short and sweet, but not directly to the point — he'd be damned if he messes up his own proposal due to how shy he is about it. He starts tearing up in the middle of it because he realises that in the middle of it, he really was willing to throw all his doubts about love out the window for his beloved; he was finally ready to make a commitment that he was sure he wouldn't regret, and one that would definitely be rewarding

Don't be surprised if he stutters or tries to beat around the bush; he promises he's prepared mentally but the words might just seem to fail to fall out of his mouth, let alone even form coherently in his head. It's just a mixture of nerves and excitement, because he knows that he'll never forgive himself if even the slightest thing goes wrong.

"I'd throw away all my issues just for you!"

Trey Clover

He too, is one to keep it simple! In terms of the overall proposal and privacy, that is. To him, proposing to you is something intimate and emotional, and he rather not have the public swooning over something he'd much prefer to share with you, and you only in private!

He keeps the preparations on the down low, mostly consulting Cater and Riddle for their opinions on his ideas. However, he does let Ace and Deuce chip in if they happen to hear of it, under the condition that they keep their mouths wired shut; because otherwise, he might just have to do it himself!

He tries to remain suave and smooth when it comes to proposing, but you can see the way he wears his heart on his sleeve, and how his extended hand is trembling ever so slightly. You can hear him sigh while he smiles to himself mid-sentence, blush creeping up his cheeks as he struggles to form a coherent sentence.

He does the classic 'propose on one knee' thing because really what else do you expect from this man. After he slips on the ring, you can feel the way his arms linger around your waist for just a little longer, giving the slightest of squeezes, before placing a chaste kiss on your nose.

"... this is kinda embarrassing, but would you?"

Cater Diamond

Initially, he'd wanted to propose in public — in a restaurant, cafe. However, he didn't want to put you on the spot and make you feel pressured to say yes. So that's why he decided on a private proposal in a room full of your friends and his, recording your reaction from corners of the room.

The way he goes about it is rather interesting — he brings about the idea of marriage mid-conversation, testing the water of sorts. Until suddenly, he pulls out a rose gold ring, the reflection of the diamond stud catching your attention from your peripheral vision.

He doesn't ramble, but reassures you of how much you mean to him, and how he's willing to throw anything out of the way for you while maintaining eye-contact. You've never seen him this serious and you can tell from the rush of words coming out that he's desperate for you to stay by his side; his fear of losing you.

So he's surprised when you say yes to him. You seriously are confident that you want to spend the rest of your life with him? He's never felt such a sense of self-worth before, that being himself is actually enough for someone. And he's even more excited that it's you.

He's quick to throw himself over you, burying his face in your neck while he smothers you in kisses, and you swear that you could feel a few tears trickle down your neck.

"Ahhh— I can't believe you really said yes.."

Ace Trappola

He'd prepared really hard prior to the actual proposal, even going to the extent of practising with Deuce to get his honest feedback. He'd memorised every word of what he was to say, but obviously with them, even when you put two and two together you'd still end up with a negative... anyway

All his preparations were thrown out the window the moment he realised what he was actually about to do, he says that 'keeping it casual would make it easier for him to get his feelings across' but really it's the nerves. Even you could tell from the way his voice trembled as he spoke.

You two would be relaxing on the couch until Ace decided that that moment would be the prime time to propose, even if you were busy doing work. You would think he was joking at first, but what first seemed like an immature prank soon became a full-fledged proclamation of his love for you and how much you meant to him.

He tries to brush it off as no big deal at the though of you rejecting him, but he also wasn't exactly caught off guard when you said yes; definitely surprised though. You could see the way his brain forgot to function properly, still busy processing whether or not you truly said yes.

He'd simply slip the ring onto your finger with jittery hands, nearly dropping the ring. To you, it may seem like he's just blanked out, but inside he's just letting your futures play out in his head like a tape.

"Hehe, the ring really fits your hand huh?"

Deuce Spade

He is literally tearing his hair out. bending over backwards to think of the perfect things to tell you. Was he sure that you'd want to spend your life with this clammy man? A jittery boy with a cringe bully backstory? Regardless, he does it anyway.

When it comes to the proposal, it's everything you'd expect; a run-of-the-mill, cheesy one, similar to Trey's! He proposes wherever you shared your first date, which is probably NRC tbh. He's soft, squishy and everything inbetween, and might even end up crying before you do.

When you say yes, he begins cheering himself, nearly forgetting to pass the ring to you. It's quite the adorable sight, but only for a man who'd just propose to his partner — otherwise it would be cringe. He becomes extra jittery, so excited that the slightest touch would set him exploding into oblivion. Bouncing up and down, hyping himself up and congratulating himself for doing well.

He throws himself onto you, smiling into your shoulder, imagining how the wedding reception would go. He's so glad you said yes because he was going to treat you like absolute fucking royalty brah.

"Are you sure you don't want to rethink it? I mean, it's me we're talking about.."

@rinnelovebot & @shiemori a few hours = the next day haha

[vibraniumwing]

imagine.

a sirius black x reader wherein the sirius discovers the reader’s hidden fear, desire and talent.

WARNING: a bit angsty at first but fluffy at the end. 

A/N: AAAA okay so mia gave me this sudden spark of an idea so i just went with what my brain could come up with. surprise surprise, i chose sirius black for this one which mean that this is the first one i’ve written for the marauders !! pls be kind because i’m a bit new to writing for them. aaa i hope you guys would like it :< this was also meant to be a very angsty blurb but this is where we are now :D

prompt/inspired by: ariana grande’s imagine, “We go like up ‘til I’m ‘sleep on your chest/love how my face fits so good in your neck.”

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When love was the topic, you would tend to shy away, rather be talking about exams and whatnot instead of the said emotion. It wasn’t because you hated it; you were certain that you longed to be held the same way James does with Lily, but the little monster of fear withheld you from doing so.

Your eyes wandered to the Gryffindor table where you can see the infamous group — as they would call themselves — the Marauders.

Despite all of them being devilishly handsome, your eyes were only focused on one person, Sirius Black. You’ve only spoken to him once, having him partnered up with you during charms as they were forced apart by Mcgonagall due to their rowdiness. Despite him being quite arrogant, he was definitely clever—much to your surprise— and was quite fun to be around.

“Say Y/N, are you going down to Hogsmeade today?” A friend of yours asked, gulping down her pumpkin juice as she looked at you expectantly. You turned your head around and gave her a small headshake, wanting to sit by the Black Lake and read a few books despite the rather cold weather. 

Your friend shrugged and stood up, asking what you’d want back from the small village before heading off with your small friend group. As they walked away, your eyes glanced back at the table only to see the man you’ve been staring at looking your way, sending a not-so-cheeky wink towards you causing you to blush and turn away.

The rest of the day flew by as normal, with you hastily making your way to the tree you’ve made as your little nook during your quiet times like this. It had the perfect view of the castle and wasn’t too far off from the trek yet enough to keep you hidden from the prying eyes of students that wandered around the campus.

Your eyes stared at the sunlight that glistened against the Black Lake, finding it completely calming you down as you decided to sing a little song to entertain yourself. It was a muggle song you’ve heard from a shop you’ve frequented back in the summer before returning to Hogwarts for the year.

It totally captured how you felt with love; the love you’ve always long for. The unattainable kind.

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You were a half-blood, having your dad as a wizard and your mom a muggle-born. Your home was always filled with laughter, love and just absolute happiness until one day it wasn’t. Your mother had left for a muggle man, longing for a life without having magic in it.

Within that day, you just didn’t lose a mother, you lost your father and the sense of what love really is. He became closed off and distant, leaving you to tend for yourself as days pass by.

---

The one day you wanted to love again was also the last.

It was your fourth year when you had met him, Christopher Medlar, a Ravenclaw just like you. He taught you how to love and be open, understanding you and your hesitant sentiments completely, making you feel the love and affection you’ve longed for since the day you lost your family.

You had found yourself a new found home within him, a safe space that you’ve never really been exposed to growing up. It all felt foreign and new, yet it was extremely comforting.

Everything was going well between you two until you caught him snogging with a Slytherin and made little to no effort to even talk to you. Making your heart shatter, leaving you to your own pain and despair.

And that day was the day you promised to never love anyone again.

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Unbeknownst to you however, was the fact that the guy you were looking at earlier at the Great Hall was closely listening to your angelic voice ring out through the quietness of the woods.

Sirius was out and about with the Marauders when he had heard a rather soft voice sing, entrancing him almost immediately. James and Remus were about to speak up when he hushed them right away, fearing the fact that they might scare the person away.

“You guys go on without me, I’ll be able to find you anyways.” He whispered, waving a rather brownish parchment along his friend's way. They both shot him a skeptical look before leaving him alone, now placing bets as to what’ll be the outcome of their friends’ change of plans.

“We go like up ‘til I’m ‘sleep on your chest, love how my face fits so good in your neck. 

Why can’t you imagine a world like that?”

Your singing was interrupted by someone clapping, whipping your head to the direction of the sound, you felt your cheeks immediately flush and heat up at the sight of the male you were looking at.

How mortified were you at the moment? Nobody could ever measure that.

“Nice voice you’ve got there, L/N. Say,what song is that?” Sirius asked so casually, leaning against the tree.  You were at a loss for words, not really sure on how you would react to his compliment since no one really knew you could sing. 

“Just a muggle song I heard a few months back, Black. How long have you been there?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him as he just shrugged, shoving his hands in his pocket as his signature lazy grin rested on his lips. ‘Merlin, he’s extremely good looking.’ You thought to yourself.

“That’s amazing. Mind telling me what’s it about then, darling?” He probed, now offering you a rather interested look as he settled down beside you.

Your heart jumped out of your chest at his sudden question, unsure on how to answer. You glanced at him, his eyes were locked on you, the same expression painted on his face as he nodded, somewhat signalling that he was waiting for your answer.

Taking a deep breath in, you faced him and said, “It’s about unattainable love. Somewhat like imagining that in this world, you are loved and is being loved in a picture perfect way; a place where no one can really hurt you, Sirius.” A sad smile rested on your lips as your mind wandered back to the horrid memories, the little monster inside taunting you more than ever.

His expression turned into a mixture of sadness, confusion and pity. He quickly caught on, knowing about how you got played by a boy in your house. Sirius had always watched you from afar, not really sure on how to approach you since you were somehow the opposite of him. 

He also feared that he might hurt you, the one thing he kept as a secret and treasured the most.

“Well, you don’t have to imagine that now, darling,” He spoke up, features now showing one of seriousness despite the erratic pace of his heartbeat. You looked at him with wide eyes, unsure of how to react to his words. “I don’t get what you’re saying, Black.”

A sighed, running a hand through his hair, “What I’m saying is why imagine that when I’m here.” He finished. It was rather flattering that he said that but you are unsure; the fear within you warning about how this would just lead you to repeat the same mistakes in the past. Besides, with his reputation, he had enough girls at Hogwarts swooning at the snap of his fingers.

“I appreciate the thought but I’m passing, Black.” You answered, showing him another sad smile as you stared off into the Black Lake. “I think I’m just not ready to love again nor I think I will ever love again. The one I wish for is unattainable, you know. Something far out of reach.” You finished, glancing at the male who had an unreadable expression on his face.

Silence fell upon the two of you until Sirius decided to break it, “But that’s why I’m here. I’ve seen you from afar, Y/N. Don’t think I can’t remember a time where you haven’t looked at me from the Ravenclaw table.” He humored, causing you to look at him with a horrified expression, surprised that he had caught on to your antics.

“Don’t apologize though, no one ever noticed except for me, of course. “I understand that you aren’t ready, but I’m willing to wait for you.” He continued, looking into your eyes as he spoke, “I’m willing to prove to you that you shouldn’t fear love, even if it means for me to wait on forever.” He finished, sighing softly as he grinned.

The monster inside of you thrashed around, wanting for you to not give a chance to Sirius, knowing that there’s a possibility for you to end up like the past but the side that has been longing for something like this is growing stronger as well, making you wish that you shouldn’t fear love in the first place.

A shaky breath escaped you, eyes shutting briefly to collect yourself as you looked at the male, who was waiting patiently. “Just promise me one thing, Sirius.” You told him, looking at him straight into the eyes as you spoke, “The fear inside of me is begging not to give in, but something about you is making me say yes. Promise me that you’ll never break my heart.”

His grin soon turned into a wide smile, nodding at the promise you wanted. “Until my very last breath, love.” as he opened his arms for you, which you looked at with a confused face, unsure on how to react.

“I’m giving you a hug, silly. Now c’mere!” He told you, pulling you into him. He smelled like sweets, a subtle hint of smoke reaching your nose as you easily melted against his touch. It was all foreign to you again yet this time, something was assuring you this would last.

With a few readjustments, you were now in between his legs, back against his chest as his arms were wrapped around you tightly, making you feel extra safe. Your head turned around and you snuggled up against the crook of his neck, eyes fluttering shut as the ambience of your surroundings eased you. He spoke up once more, the vibration from his voice causing you to cozy up against him.

“Soon, you won’t even have to imagine anything. I promise to give you everything you’ve ever wished for.”

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TAGS: @andromedaa-tonks​ @whoreforfredweasley​

[wrongdeduction]

@bmac413​ and @wannakissrobits​ this for ya because your AU Getaway Prowl’s and Optimus’ sparkling wont leave my head. especially the part where jazz found out and catatonic prowl.  Aaaa, forgive me this image didn’t leave my head and i had to write it down and share it and apologize if i stepped on toes or something.  and prowl’s pain is just akljasöf i should go sleep i have work tomorrow and lets hope formatting works ok thanks bye *laughs nervously and disappears to thin air* 

The station was full of overcharged mechs and femmes who had learned the news of a new planet. Not just any sort of a planet! A mechanical one! Cybertron 2.0! It was the best news they have heard for a long time and the jovial spirit had caught everyone.

Not everyone.

Jazz accompanied Prowl who was leaning heavily to him. Prowl’s arm was tossed over Jazz’s shoulders and he was firmly to Jazz’s side by a grasp on his hip. They looked like they had had a very strong start with engex. Or more likely Prowl had had. Jazz was his lively self and greeted passersby with a wave or nice words while Prowl was looking heavily overcharged.

“Whoa, is he okay?” one well meaning mech asked while seeing them walking past. “Yeah, he had a bit of a rough start. I’m taking him back to his quarters. See you at the main party!” Jazz answered while never really stopping.

Prowl hadn’t touched engex. Only thing he had drunk was regular energon which Jazz had spiked with sedatives. It had been a fool’s luck to manage to do that but something had to be done. Prowl hadn’t slept for four cycles and was starting to loop.

To someone else he would have passed his normal self but Jazz knew better. Prowl just hadn’t been as sharp as he usually was and his working pace had been slow. Jazz knew what Prowl could do and this just wasn’t it. Prowl had a workaholic reputation but this was something else. And after confirming sleepless night cycles and the reasons behind those Jazz had to do something even if it meant being called “a useless lump of walking metal who was only good as a door stopper” and many other things which were worse. (It made him think if that was all the hate Prowl had harboured against forged mech only now being unleashed on him or was there more to come.)

The doors of private quarters were a sight to sore optics. Thankfully the door’s automatic recognition system was working and it just slid open allowing Jazz to stumble past and let Prowl lay down on his berth. For a moment Jazz was worried and started to think the dose had been too strong to the tactician. Prowl wasn’t a small mech but his lack of self care over the last past cycles might have taken a toll on his body… and Jazz thought he was being optimistic here. His concern didn’t last for Prowl turned to lay on his side gathering his limbs next to his body. His servos were pushed against his chest right on top of the spark chamber.

Jazz settled down on the floor next to the berth. Prowl was staring right past him to the next wall and his thoughts were somewhere else. Or more like on someone else. At least he was resting, Jazz thought leaning against the side of the berth, although it was forced and, oh boy, he’d never hear the end of it. But he could leave him like that. Who knew what the drug would do and who knew what Prowl would do.

Suddenly Prowl made a sound which was a mixture of a sigh and a sob. One of his hands rose to cover his optics and while the other still kept pressing the spark chamber’s cover.

“I want him back”, his murmur was so silent Jazz barely heard it. He placed his right hand on Prowl’s shoulder trying to offer comfort. “I know, we all do”, Jazz whispered back and offered a gentle smile. For a moment he hoped he had done the right thing because Prowl’s focus shifted from the wall to straight at him. “You are a liar”, Prowl snarled and fell back to silence.

Jazz lifted his hand from the shoulder and turned to rest his back to the berth. How did you comfort a person who had lost his most important thing in the world. How did you comfort a parent who had lost a child. How did you comfort a friend who didn’t want you to. All around the station cybertronians were celebrating at last as a one species the return to the home and here they were mourning a person who would never come home again. Jazz hadn’t felt this helpless for a long time.

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what is spelling i dont know i feel awkward and clumsy i just hope emotion comes through. thank god google drive and spellcheck where were you when i was younger never again this

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Rammstein Tag Game!

Rules: - Tag the person who tagged you, so they know. - Put your answers under the questions. - Tag as many awesome people as you want. - Feel free to do it if you weren’t tagged! Here we go!

I don’t remember who I was tagged by, this draft post is like 3 years old i’m sorry haha

1. If you get a chance to take a photo with your favorite member, would you like them to smile, make an interesting pose, be serious or something else?

I would honestly love them to smile, there’s nothing more precious than them, six men who do pyro, sing about eating humans and generally seem badass and scary, smiling.

2. If you could choose only one of the previous live performances to go to, which one would you choose?

opening of the Mutter tour, or the one when they played Lied von der unruhevollen Jugend or Pet Sematary. honestly, i’d just blind pick one of these.

3. How old were you when Sehnsucht came out? (1997)

-3:) kill me now

4. Which era (their appearance/look) do you think was the best?

MUTTER, THE RED FLÄMIN HOT CHEETO TIPS. or just the general full-on fed hair thing. but Reise, Reise was also flaming hot.

5. What’s your desired relationship with Frau Schneider? (wife, mother, etc.)

I feel like she’d be this one annoying aunt, who you love despite them being irritating as shit. love me some Frau.

6. Which hairstyle suits each member the best in your opinion?

Paul: the long hair, doesn’t matter if blonde or brown Till: his Herzeleid hair or the silver-ish Sehnsucht Richard: spiky black, like Ich-Will-video level spiky black. but I live for richard in long-ish hair... Flake: blonde Oliver: hehe. no but seriously a full beard suits him. Schneider: I feel like now is my favorite Schneider era. that or either the Sehnsucht one.

7. Which of the members do you think you’d get along with the best and why?

either Paul, because I’m a goofy mess, but can pose as intimidating, or Richard, because I’d constantly express my admiration for him. and he’d love that. on a serious note tho, I feel like we have some problems in common, as well as the supernatural thingy would be an interesting topic to tackle. idk, I’d do my best to get along with all of them.

8. Which of the members do you think you’d get along with the least and why?

probably Flake, Oliver or Till. I heard that Flake is cranky and seems shy, same with Oli, I’m shy too, so idk if any conversation would ever take place haha. and with Till I’d simply be too damn scared to say a thing. so there’s that. basically we wouldn’t *dislike* each other, there would be barely any contact lol

9. Who of the members would you like to see singing with Till?

hell, maybe Ollie or Doom, just because I never heard them sing with him, I think.

10. Which band’s song would you wish to see as a cover by Rammstein?

idk, they always kinda surprised me with their cover choices and execution, so I wouldn’t like to change that, they’re doing a good job.

11. Who of the members would make the best dad?

something tells me that Schneider is a really caring dad.

12. If you got the chance to interview Rammstein, what would you ask them?

how do you pick you setlist? what qualifies a track to be an opener?

do you come up with stage and outfits concept yourself, or is it suggested by someone else?

what flavor of ice cream would you be?

what is your most vivid memory from your childhood?

which era is your favorite?

do you have a vision of a music video for a song that never got one? or a different vision than the music video it got?

I’d rather not write all of it here. not because they’re inappropriate or something, it’s just, I don’t even wanna start writing some of them, because I’m gonna cry lmao.

13. Would you consider of doing a nude scene in Rammstein’s music video? (just you appearing nude, nothing too nsfw)

I mean, if course I’d consider it. it would depend on my shape at the time and just on that probably. doing acts and nude scenes is, supposedly, very liberating and makes you more comfortable with yourself, so why not. and hey - I’d be in a Rammstein video haha. (I’d probably not like the way I look and hate myself a bit for doing the scene)

14. If you could remake a movie(s) so that the main role is played by one of the members, which movie(s) would you like to remake?

my favorite movies are always pretty tragic or scary as fuck for the main character, so idk if I’d like to see any of the members in such state.

15. Who of the members would make the best husband?

I will go with Flake or Ollie

16. You can put eyeliner on one of the members, who do you pick?

well, Richard, obviously, since he doesn’t seem to do it anymore (which should be considered a crime, he looks so good in eyeliner jeez).

17. Who of the members would make the creepiest uncle?

Till. all the way lmao. like, imagine him on family gatherings doing all the hips and tongue movements aaaa.

18. What do you think about the “Pussy” music video?

I love it, it’s so funny to me. when I watch it, it’s always a mixture of being a tad uncomfortable, turned on and giggly.

19. If you could travel somewhere with Rammstein and pick a destination, where would you go?

I’d go to the place where they had the whole creative process (and recording, I believe) of LIFAD or Mutter. I’d just like to kinda re-live it with them.

20. Who of the members would be the best to get drunk with?

I’d love to get hammered with Paulchen.

21. Could you sing Engel with Till in front of thousands?

hell yeah, this is one of the few songs I feel comfortable singing. I’d love to do that even more if it was done like on 2019 stadium tour, on the b-stage, only with piano and rest of the group humming. ahh.

22. With which member would you agree to swap clothes with and with which one would you definitely not?

if we’re talking personal style, Paul has some poppin outfits, from what I’ve seen, Richard and his shirts, however... I would just let him rock them:)

now if we’re talking stage outfits, I’d LOVE to switch with Richard (especially the fluffy coat), there’s not really a person I wouldn’t switch with, as long as they’re not topless haha.

23. Which of the members do you think would win in a stripping competition?

Richard.

24. Which of the following would you rather be?

- Rammstein’s manager - Rammstein’s make up artist 🙋🏻‍♀️ - Rammstein’s bodyguard

25. Which of the members would make the best best friend?

Paul.

26. Which Rammstein song do you skip on your shuffle? (There must be that one song you just don’t need at the moment)

Stirb nicht vor mir. I’m sorry but I rarely can stomach it. it’s a nice song in theory, but there’s just something about it that I can’t stand, maybe it’s the other artist’s voice, I don’t know.

27. What would you do if Paul made a bad joke about you? (With good intentions but slightly rude)

I’d laugh and pretend to be offended for a quick second haha

28. Who would you give a stuffed animal and who a leather thong for their birthday? XD

I’d give the animal to Flake and the thong to Till.

29. Are you concerned about anything that has to do with Rammstein?

I’m always scared for them tbh. oftentimes I’m just petrified at the thought of stage/pyro malfunction, I mean what they’re doing is some really dangerous stuff.

besides, I’m scared when I think that they won’t be here forever, sometimes I’m scared that they won’t be there when I’ll be in my 30s, so I’m grateful for every moment I can cherish them and their craft, for every minute at the shows.

30. Would you like to get a tattoo that refers to Rammstein?

yeah, I’d like a couple.

31. Would you pet Oliver’s head?

who tf wouldn’t like to?

32. Which position in Rammstein do you find the hardest to be? (for example: the frontman, drummer, bassist etc.)

probably frontman, lots and lots of pressure, most eyes are probably on them, they have to use most dangerous props and move a lot, so it takes a physical toll as well.

33. If you could have one of the members with you in school/work to protect you from evil, who would you take?

oh damn, that’s an interesting one. Richard, Is love to have him around.

34. If you were in one of the boys position, would you feel awkward or strange when you see your face on a giant poster?

of course, I’d hate it, probably. after sometime tho, I’d get used to it.

35. Would you Flake dance with Flake on stage?

if only I could dance like him haha, but I’d love to try!

36. Do you think any of the songs are underrated or overrated and why?

obviously I think Du hast is a tad overrated, as for underrated - Nebel, Adios, Hilf mir, Dalai Lama, just off the top of my head.

37. Who of the members would make the best breakfast?

I’m gonna go with Ollie, he’s so stoic and always in great shape.

38. Would you like them to make a song in your native language? (If they haven’t already)

hm, Till made an intro to polish edition of Sehnsucht and it was very sweet to hear it, but I don’t think so, no. if it was like in Ausländer, one or two words, sure, but I never want to get over the excitement of Till speaking Polish haha.

39. Which Rammstein couple combinations do you ship?

I don’t I mean I love all the sweet moments they share, but I get a bit uncomfortable when people make it out to be a bigger thing than it is. of course I love to joke around about their bromances, but it’s as far as it gets tbh.

40. Would you join Richard in his spray tanning hour?

I mean, damn, I love being pale-ish, but we’d have to be barely clothed while in there, right...?

RIGHT...?

41. What Rammstein possession are you most fond of? (merchandise, album or other)

probably the Völkerball photo album, I love it. I particularly like to go to the index and search for pictures from Poland, it makes me very emotional.

42. Favorite song performed live?

Heirate mich or Was ich liebe.

43. Would you dare to touch Frau Schneider’s hair?

I’d beg her to allow me to.

44. Rammstein with beard? Yes/No

yes, except from Richard and Flake.

45. Which of the members would be the best for playing video games with?

Paulie or Ollie.

46. Red haired Rammstein or blonde Rammstein?

oh shit oh fuck, I’m gonna go with blonde just because red tips Rammstein>redhead Rammstein.

47. Favorite interview with one or all Rammstein members?

Viva Jam 1998, still have a copy on my computer, it’s my first and favorite interview.

48. Would you Till hammer with Till on stage?

what are these questions, of course I would.

49. Your favorite feature in each member?

Paul: smile creases Schneider: smile! Flake: I love his whole face, it’s so calming Till: eyes and lips, can’t choose Oliver: his chest and him being a friggin giant Richard: tummy and lisp (I hope it can be considered a feature)

50. If you could write a letter to Rammstein what would you write?

some cheesy shit I will not share here.

I tag @amura @gay-pengy @beauty-at-matrix @naraism @followthecreeper

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Hi moon I wanted to tell you Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays!! Also I wanted to tell you that the fem!blind!iggy post had me so emotional AAAAl! the tonberry plush asdfghhj iggy being all sassy even though she just gave birth and is tired (ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ. I had to reread certain parts because i got too emotional (๑°o°๑) UGH the whole part with iggy despairing over being unable to see her child ( ≧Д≦) imagine if it turned out that the son had iggy's eyes AAAA it was such a good read （●´∀｀）ノ♡ - QS

Quicksilver, hello!  ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

Merry Chrismas and happy holidays! I’m sorry I didn’t reply to this last night. I believe you’re close to my time zone and it was pretty darn late and I feared you’d miss this (considering I spammed quite a bit yesterday with reblogs ^^;), so I hope you won’t miss it this time! c:

I hope you had a nice while with your family or friends or your pets or yourself! Lots of coonie hugs to you, dear QS. 

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!! That post was such a great thing to write! I had fun and lots of emotions coming and going. It was such a delight. Fem!Iggy is always great and I adore to write for her, or her with Gladia or her with Gladio rly. Writing about her and Gladio and the moment she gave birth to their son was such a delight. Iggy’s such a pure person, all moments with him/her are just as pure :’)

OMG, yes about the child having her eyes, yes!! I was thinking just that!! >w

I’ve been thinking about this ask loooots, and I liked to imagine that the kid will grow up to have Iggy’s very same green eyes, gleamy and big and beautiful, and that he’ll have a mixture of their hair; a lighter shade than Gladio’s brown, but much darker than Iggy’s, somewhere in between but closer to being dark. 

I also realized that this child is destined to be the next Amicitia Shield and I don’t know how to feel about that! :O

Kiddo’s definitely the kind to laugh and joke around, like papa Gladio, and I like to think he grows fond of literature because he finds Gladio’s big library in the house. He likes red shirts and hoodies! And one of his favorite activities is baking with mommy :3

Big green eyes, dark brown hair, and Gladio’s grin, definitely! Happeh and super curious little boy :3 

Thank you soooo, so much, Quicksilver!! That was such a delight to write and one of my new absolute favorites, it makes me super happy to know that you liked it!! I feel so flattered. Thank you, QS! Means lots to me! 

Thanks again, and hope you’re having a nice day, pal! ╰(´︶`)╯♡