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Can't Let Go | Dean Winchester x gn!reader
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↳ ❝ Dean Winchester with "Just close your eyes and go to sleep, I'll still be here" please ❞
: ̗̀➛ Dean loves you, but he can't let you go even though he knows he'll hurt you.
: ̗̀➛ swearing, mentions of violence
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You were fucking exhausted as you opened the motel room door, throwing your bag down with a huff and kicking your shoes off before wriggling out of your ripped and dirty jeans and slinking underneath the thin duvet.
A sharp sigh coming from the back of your throat as you closed your eyes and wished the world would fall silent for once. 
You were wide awake when you heard Dean get out of the shower, and although you were too tired to stand upright, you managed to wave your hand lazily to show him that you were still awake.
You just wanted to sleep, after dealing with a werewolf that did not want to get caught, you felt like you had fallen flat on your face and couldn’t get up.
Dean didn’t even question it, he knew better than anyone in the world what that feeling was like, and he didn’t bother to get dressed as he got into the bed behind you, waiting for you to turn onto your side before he pulled you as close as he possibly could.
His arms settled limply on you, one underneath your body and one over your hip as he yawned softly and pressed his face to the back of your neck; he was glad that you had kept up your end of the bargain, at least.
The deal was to meet him at his motel room the second that you were finished with your hunt in exchange for him letting you borrow his shirt for the day after yours had been ripped and torn.
You wriggled around a little, pressing your ass against his groin as you sighed and drifted one hand to meet his, the other resting under your head as you finally closed your eyes; you were hardly concentrating on anything else except the feeling of his arms around you.
It seemed like you had not felt that for years, even though the last time you saw Dean was only two weeks ago; but as hunters, you were rarely afforded that kind of time together. 
You sighed again as you rolled onto your other side, your forehead smacking into his for a moment and making you both quietly laugh before he grumbled and fidgeted to get closer to you; it was physically impossible, but you both still tried desperately.
Seeking warmth and comfort as much as you could, especially given how cold it was inside and how the motel had no heating whatsoever.
“I never wanna deal with a werewolf again,” you muttered, halfway into a yawn.
Dean almost laughed as he buried his head against you, his hair tickling your chin. “I feel ya - that shapeshifter Sammy and I took down… eugh.”
You wanted to laugh, although your body would only allow you to produce a yawn as you raised your leg and dropped it over his hip. “‘M exhausted, can’t lie.”
He nodded, licking his lips as he hummed ever so softly. “I can tell - you haven’t even kissed me yet.”
“Maybe later,” you whispered, letting your hand drift to his hair and gently rake through it. “You smell good…”
“Motel soap,” he chuckled. “Best in the world at getting out goo.”
You smiled, shaking your head fondly as you fought against the urge to close your eyes. Dean could tell more than easily as he moved his hand, letting it flop down just above your hip. “Are you not cold?”
“Not really,” he mumbled. “But just close your eyes and go to sleep, I’ll still be here.”
“Would you-” a sharp and harsh yawn made its way through you, forcing your eyes to water and your mouth to ache slightly. “Would you mind singing to me? I know you don’t like it but… could you?”
Dean slowly nodded as his eyes drifted shut. “Home is a friendly space, home is a familiar face inside the door, all curled up on the bedroom floor. Home is where I find the bed, some place to lead my head to morning comes, singing here comes the sun. Does it matter where I go or what I do? I can’t lie, you know it’s true, it ain’t home without you. Some people spend their days, lost in a heartless haze out in the cold if I may be so bold, that life is not for me ‘cause every day I see a better way and I can surely say…”
As he trailed off, he pulled away slightly to look at you, and he smiled; you were sound asleep, your head tilted slightly and your eyes tightly shut. Your breathing was steady and even, and your body was limp to the touch.
He was glad, as he knew how little sleep you got - usually around the same that he did - and that you deserved it a lot more than he did; all the times he had fucked you around, cancelled plans and gone out hunting when he really shouldn’t have - he hardly deserved you. 
He had been loyal, of course he was, Dean was always so loyal to those he loved; but he knew that he was far from good enough to be with you. You were everything; you were smart and kind and brave and loyal, and he was just loyal.
Even though you tried to convince him a thousand times over that he was all of those things and more. You never got through to him.
Dean knew that you were too good for him, but he couldn’t bring himself to let you go; you loved him so much, he knew that, just as he knew that you would always be loyal to him.
He couldn’t let you go, even though he knew that he would only hurt you in the end; he knew he would hurt you, but he wouldn’t - couldn’t - allow you to let go. 
So he snuggled down, pressing his lips to your throat as he closed his eyes and let out a quiet sigh, hoping to get some sleep before the morning when you left. 
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gothlollipop09 · 1 year
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König Headcannon
As a goth, I'm sure König would love Lacrimosa (band) no one can tell me otherwise.
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stanleyscubrick · 1 year
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Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth
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Girl help I’ve been staring at my (nonexistent) next chapter of my fanfic for over a week I don’t know how to write fluff
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mlembug · 6 months
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Shy boy meets teasing girl
Description: A geeky university student confesses to his crush, gets turned into a girl. Shenanigans happen. Chapter 1 originally published: 13th of May 2019
Chapter 1 "Now this is a story all about how…"
A loud noise of my alarm clock woke me up.
“Ugh…”, I grunted, knowing that five hours are not enough for a healthy sleep. Still, I begrudgingly rose from the bed and continued with my morning routine. The clock indicated it’s 7 o’clock. Just enough time to shower and catch a bus.
I met up with my friend, Eric, who happened to be riding the same bus to uni.
“Hi! How it’s going, Patrick?”, he asked.
“Yeah, well, you know. Stuff.”, I responded.
“That wasn’t very informative.”, he told me.
“Yeah, it’s just I’m sleepy and not in a mood.”
“That’s what you kept telling me over the last month.”
“I can’t help it, Factorio is just so addicting.”
“If you keep going through life like that, you’ll finish uni without scoring with a single girl.”
“Man, is it all you keep doing in your life? Taking enjoyment in hedonistic pleasures of life?”
“I don’t really want to hear that from you. Also, how are your attempts with Wendy going?”
I was shocked. “How do you…?”
“That’s obvious from your face. You spend most of your time on lectures staring at her.”, Eric responded.
“This is a secret between us.”, I responded quickly.
“Sure, sure. But, you know, the longer you keep that a secret, the bigger is the chance that she’ll slip away from you.”
“There’s no reason why she would want to be with me, you know.”
“You just need some confidence, and you’ll easily attract girls.”, Eric said. “How about this one: I’ll give you 70 bucks if you confess to Wendy today. Even if you get rejected, you’ll still have 70 bucks.”
Thought about it a bit. “Deal.”
“Looking forward to it.”
“Better prepare the money.”, I said, a bit more confident than before. Wendy is a friend I’ve got to know only recently, after I enrolled into college, because of her being in the same group as me. While she wasn’t completely a stranger, trying to ask her out felt to me like a gamble. Then again, it’s not like I had ever attempted asking out girls, so who knows.
I couldn’t focus on the lecture much, instead I tried coming up with an idea how to approach her. Oh well, I could just try the straightforward thing. I take my phone and type out:
“After lecture, can we talk for a bit in private? I have something to tell you.”
“All right.”, she responded.
…and now we wait.
We met at the usual place.
“There’s something I want to tell you.”, I said, then continued:
“I’ve been looking up to you for the last few weeks. Will you go out with me?”
“On one condition. You’ll need to change for me - drink this.”, she hands me a ordinarily-looking bottle with a red liquid.
“Eh? That’s it?”, I asked, twisting off the cap and lifting the bottle in order to drink it.
“Wait, you don’t know yet what will happen if you drink it!” - she interrupted me.
I stopped, and then she continued with something I never expected to hear:
“You’ll turn into a girl.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure. Because I’ll definitely turn into a girl by drinking this. Ha ha.”
I chugged down the entire bottle.
“See? Nothing happened. Does this mean we’re going out now?”
“Sure, we’ll meet here again, tomorrow 5PM.”
“5PM? All right, see ya!”
I walked away.
“…That was weird.”, I thought. “Why would she make such a joke at that moment…?”
The rest of the day at uni was fairly uneventful, so I rode the bus back home, and kept playing Factorio. Around midnight I noticed that somehow I was way more tired than usual, so I laid down in the bed. Despite me feeling so tired, I had a hard time falling asleep, so I can’t remember the exact moment I did. My sense of consciousness faded…
I found myself in high school, talking with Eric, when all of a sudden my clothes change into a schoolgirl uniform! He didn’t seem to notice this, somehow. So I try to allude to this in my conversation.
“Is there something weird about the clothes I’m wearing right now?”, I asked.
“No, what’s wrong with them? No stains or anything.”
I frowned.
“I get it that a girl like you pays a lot of attention to her appearance, but you seem to be panicking too much.”
What.
I tried to walk around. No one seemed to pay any attention. Is there anyone who’ll comment on a guy crossdressing?!
“What are you doing here?”, Wendy asked. “Our next lesson is P.E.! We have to get going and change clothes.”
Wendy grabs my arm and drags me to the girls’ changing room. I walk towards the lockers. Several girls eyed me over, but with no comment from their side. I open my own locker, and I see my own stuff, but the clothes that are there are girls’ clothes.
…what the hell was that?
I woke up, feeling fairly refreshed. I looked at the alarm clock.
“FUCK! It’s 11! I overslept!”, I shouted, while trying to get up as soon as possible.
Fumbling around, I got up from the bed, but suddenly fell because somehow I tripped on my own pants.
“Ow.”
I lifted my legs and left the pants on the floor. Then, I ran to the bathroom. I felt that my body was lighter than usual. I looked at the bathroom mirror. It was an unusual sight. The person in the mirror moved in response to every my move, but it wasn’t me. Somehow most of the details didn’t quite match. I looked at them more closely, from head to toes. The hair was nearly reaching the shoulders, and the color of it matched my own. The face had a smooth skin, nearly babylike. The person wore the same pajama shirt I was wearing, but it was unfit to their physique. Two visible bumps were protruding out of that person’s chest. This raised the alarm signs in my brain. I moved my hands towards my chest. I felt a soft sensation. My fears were confirmed.
“WHY DO I HAVE BOOBS?”, I shouted.
I touched my body all over, feeling a smooth, soft skin. Desperately trying to deny what was happening, I moved my hands between my legs.
“It’s… it’s gone!”, I cried out. How does one become a girl overnight? How?
I asked myself in my thoughts.
Soon enough, I recalled my yesterday’s conversation.
“I have to meet Wendy as soon as possible!”
That means I have to leave my house. Leaving the house means I have to dress up. Dress up means I have to wash myself.
So I took off my clothes and walked under the shower. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. But I don’t have a choice.
I took a better look at myself. “There’s no way I’ll be able to hide these.”, I said.
I cupped one of the breasts with my hand. Even while standing straight up, it’s large enough to fill my entire hand.
It’s so soft… I wonder how would…
“This is not the time for my horny fantasies! I’m already late!”, I interrupted myself, and got down to washing my body, with as little excitement as possible.
After that, I browsed through the cabinet, looking for clothes that could possibly fit me. Digging through, I found a old shirt that I didn’t bother throwing away, but happened to be smaller than the size I’m currently wearing. This bad habit of mine of not throwing away old clothes actually saved my butt today. I finished dressing up and ran to catch a bus.
After a while later, I managed to get to uni without any incidents. I nervously looked around, searching for Wendy. She was nowhere to be found.
If I won’t meet her earlier, I’ll just have to hope she keeps her promise and she’ll be there as promised at 5PM, and in the meantime attempt to not stand out from the crowd.
“Oh, hi there!”, I heard Eric’s voice.
“How are you doing, Pa…”
I turn around.
“Oh, sorry, I got the wrong person.”, Eric said.
He can’t recognize me? That’s convenient, I don’t really want to face him right now, who knows what ideas he may get.
So I tried moving away from Eric, to avoid his stares.
It’s about 5PM, the same place as yesterday.
“Wow, you turned out nicely.”, I heard.
I immediately recognized Wendy’s voice.
“HOW COME I’M A GIRL?”, I shouted to her.
“You drank a potion which turned you into a girl. Why are you surprised?”, Wendy asked.
“Why do you treat it as something normal? People don’t usually change sex overnight!”, I said. “What will I do with my life? How will I attend uni? My life is over!”
“It’s not like I didn’t warn you before you drank that bottle.”, Wendy said. “And besides, it’s not like your life is over. Half of the world are women.”
“How will I explain this to everyone? It’s not like I’ll just say ‘oh, hey, Patrick is a girl now’ to my mom, dad, and my friends. Can I turn back?”
“I’ll help you with explanations. And yes, you can turn back. After all, since a potion managed to change you, the same potion can turn you back. But…”
“But…?”, I asked.
“Would you even want to?”, she asked seductively, moving her left hand’s index finger across my chest, and touching my chin with her right hand’s index finger.
“We’ll go on dates, buy some cute clothes, watch movies in your room and chill… Patricia.”
I squirmed at the thought of me shopping for women’s clothes.
“For what reason did I turn into a girl anyway?”
“I’m a lesbian. Normally I would’ve rejected you outright, but I’ve known you for a bit, so I thought this could work out.”
“It still feels too weird. I’ve been a guy my whole life. How am I expected to behave like a girl now? I’ll be a freak!”
“C’mon, you’ve got so far, other guys who had asked me out gave up earlier than you. Do you want to pussy out now?”, she said.
“Hmmm…”
“Give it a try, I promise I’ll make it worth it.”, she attempted to convince me.
“All right, I’ll give it a try for a week.”
“Yay! Now we’re girlfriend and girlfriend!”
“So what do we do now?”
“First we should get you in some clothes that won’t make you look suspicious.”
“What?”
“These are clearly boys’ clothes, and they’re too big for you now.”
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sasster · 10 months
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mondes !💡hehe... hands you wormboy
He doesn’t remember taking the sharp left that brought him straight into the bar or shoving past the jade blood manning the door, all Mondes knows is that in the lowlights of the establishment offered him the opportunity to catch his breath.
With his heart beating its way into his throat, he takes the chance to scan over the bar. Outside, he hears two pairs of heavily booted feet thunder past the building and a voice in his head tells him that it sounds like he’s in the clear.
Another chides for ever thinking he would be so lucky.
It must be an incredibly slow night, barely even a crown, with a few early drinkers straggling about in booths. He recalls having once heard that this place was a popular place to be, and he was banking on that being the truth.
There’s no crowd for him to disappear.
Fuck.
Panic pricks at the back of his neck, causing its hairs to stand on end. This sounds a lot more like the luck he was used to having.
His breathing picks up again and his vision starts to blur thanks to a combined effort of the breath getting trapped in his mask and the panic building to a crescendo in his chest.
Thankfully, before he gets a chance to come completely undone a rapping against wood pulls him back together. 
Mondes lets his gaze zero in on the yellow blood behind the bar, beckoning him over with a wave.
“They’ll come in here eventually,” the bartender, who must be named Captain Obvious, says as he continues to wave him over. “C’mere.”
Mondes tries not to roll his eyes.
“And why should I trust you?” He asks as he focuses on getting his heart back into his chest. He knows very well that he doesn’t have much of a choice in the end, but looking too desperate could be a detriment. 
The bartender raises both brows, it is obvious that he is not very impressed. He even rolls his eyes.
“It’s a gamble.”
“Can’t take those stakes.”
“They have guns, I only have a bat back here.”
That is a very good point. Chances are always slim, but a single bat sounds much more manageable than guns plural.
Mondes takes slow tentative steps toward the bar and just as he reaches it, the door behind him swings open.The bartender grabs his arm and shoves him to the ground so that he is curled up behind the bar, huddled up next to that bat that he mentioned.
What luck!
“Have you seen this troll?” A voice, that to Mondes sounded the equivalent to three bombs dropping at once, calls out into the bar. It is the sort of voice that takes up all of the space it invades, he decided. “I will remind you that harboring a fugitive will get you treason at best.”
“Officer Tirava! We know, we know the drill already. Do you have to threaten us every time you fuck up your job?”
“You know better than to lie to me, Achina.”
“I can offer you a drink, but I have not seen your man.”
The bartender, Achina, sounds perfectly chipper as he talks to the man carrying around a bullet with Mondes’s name on it. He doesn’t know whether her should resent him for this or not.
There is a palpable silence.
And then more silence.
The same voice from before tells him his luck is about to run out, because it always does.
“Be safe.” The officer finally says, after what seemed like an eternity of scrutiny.
“Always am, T!”
Then they left. Just like that.
What, no catch?
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rbf451 · 1 year
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hoodie-prince-kid · 1 year
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hi uhhhh Cosmos x Polaris hurt/comfort ok BYE-
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One by one, the stars fall from the sky.
Nothing can save them.
There is no one to care.
All that remains is the empty black sky.
THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE DESTINED TO BE.
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Cosmos awoke with a start. Breath trembling, he opened his eyes and looked around, allowing his vision to focus on Polaris lying on the ground across from him.
That nightmare again, Cosmos thought, as if he needed to be reminded what it was. It was then he found he couldn’t control his shaking- anxiety? Fear? Cold? Probably a mix of all three, and his instincts told him to sit up.
The blanket abandoned and his back against the wall, Cosmos’ royal purple eyes darted across the dark room. Wooden walls, desks tucked off to one side, the only light available was the stars. Right, he and the rest of the team were spending the night in a few of the university’s spare classrooms. Not wanting to accidentally wake the knight sleeping several feet away, Cosmos hugged his knees tight to his chest and attempted to control his breathing.
Flash of white. Echoing voice. Pure blackness swallowing him whole. As the nightmare replayed itself over and over in his mind, he began hyperventilating faster, and tears started streaming down his cheeks.
“No no no no no no no-” A quiet whine escaped him, a plea to himself to just calm down before Polaris noti-
“...Cosmos?”
Oh stars, no- He took in a shaking breath and tried to steady himself for an explanation.
“Cosmos- Cosmos, are you alright? What’s wrong?” Polaris asked, his voice soothing despite his alarm and concern.
A sharp inhale. “Noth-ing. G-go back to sl-leep.”
“No, Cosmos, you’re crying- come here.” In a swift, graceful movement, Polaris sat up and tossed his cape across Cosmos’ shoulders. The knight sat up and knelt before him, navy eyes glittering with worry. “Look at me, Cosmos. Focus on me.”
Obedience was no issue, resting his gaze on Polaris’ eyes. “Breathe,” Polaris instructed. “In for three, out for three. In for three, out for three.”
1, 2, 3… 1, 2, 3… 1, 2, 3… 1, 2, 3… after walking through the exercise a few times, Cosmos’ breathing had steadied, and Polaris smiled at him gently.
“Good, good. Can you speak? Do you need to get something off of your chest? Or at the very least, can you tell me what’s going on?” His questions were urgent but somehow also patient, and his warm gaze relaxed Cosmos even more.
“N-nightmare,” Cosmos choked, still regulating his breathing.
“I see,” Polaris responded. “You’re safe here. No harm will come to you as long as you remain with me. Is there anything in particular I can do to comfort you?”
The trembling slowed as Cosmos continued to gaze at his knight. It was moments like these that reminded him why he’d fallen for Polaris in the first place: his utter and undying care, even in times when normally Cosmos could likely fend for himself, albeit with much struggle. After a second of staring that felt like forever, Cosmos silently reached out for the knight’s hand.
“Would you like me to hold you?” Polaris responded, squeezing Cosmos’ hand in a reassuring manner. When the white-haired boy nodded, Polaris adjusted himself so he was at Cosmos’ side, and Cosmos instantly buried his face into the knight’s chest. Polaris wrapped a protective arm around Cosmos, holding him tight.
“Thank you,” Cosmos squeaked among his stifled sobs.
Polaris smiled down at him and sighed softly. His heart was swayed by the very fact he could help Cosmos at all. “No need to thank me for that which is required, my love.”
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iti-kash-ful · 7 months
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Brain : *stupid thought*
Me : *posts it on Tumblr*
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fox-guardian · 1 month
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love how they've just decided to write sam as the squishiest most lovable adorable little man in the whole wide world. sure, martin was soft and vulnerable in his first appearance in a way that made me internally scream PROTECT HIM but they made sam go "mlem" as he starts to fall asleep. audibly. twice. in a row. fucking "MLEM"
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mamuzzy-creates-stuff · 2 months
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Collection of my TCW art. I mostly draw Commander Fox and Coruscant Guard, 501st boys, and through those lovely asks you sent me, other characters too. :)))) 
JUNE 2023
「501 shenanigans」 [ART]
16/06/2023 | Captain Rex, ARC Trooper Fives, Clone Trooper Hardcase, ARC Trooper Echo, Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Dogma, OC: Deadshot | Sketchbook | Draw the Squad | Fives is nude but nothing important is visible | They are dorks your honour
「POV: Fives approaches you in 79's」 [ART] 
19/06/2023| ARC Trooper Fives, Coruscant Guard | Sketchbook | Fives sucks at flirting | *deepinhale.* VOD. | 
「Anakin Needs therapy」 [ART]
18/06/2023| Anakin Skywalker | Sketchbook | Amputee!Anakin | BPD related art | I love using kitsugi as a motif for breaking down over and over again then rehabilitating |
AUGUST 2023
「Dar'Ad」 [AO3] + [FIC]
01/08/2023 | Fanfic | 437 word | Alpha-17, Commander Fox | Mentions of Execution | Angst | Hurt, no comfort | Seriously, guys, the amount of interactions I’ve got for this snippet! Maybe I should think of a continuation if you liked it this much!
「Foxhunt」 [ART]
02/08/2023| Commander Fox | Blood | I drew this picture first and then and then I wanted to write a description and Dar’Ad happened. The picture takes place after some time of the snippet. 
SEPTEMBER 2023
「Comfort a character: Deadshot」[ART]
03/09/2023 | OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Fives | Comfort a character prompt | Umbaran darkness hide the tears of the grief-weary troopers |
「Comfort a character: Cadet!Fox」 [ART & Snippet]
03/09/2023 | Cadet Fox, Alpha-17, Captain Fordo | Comfort a character prompt | Alpha is TRYING OKAY??? |
「Comfort a character: Rex」 [ART] 
07/09/2023| Captain Rex, Commander Cody | Comfort a Character prompt | Hurt & comfort |
「Comfort a character: Cadet!Rex」 [ART]
10/09/2023 | Cadet Rex, and Cadet Fox aka Tintin (by Kilt) | Comfort a character prompt | Omg, this was such a lovely request from my friend, I still think about it a lot~ I really enjoyed trying out a different coloring technique |
「Comfort a character: Dogma」 [ART & FIC] + [AO3]
23/09/2023| Clone Trooper Dogma, Commander Fox | Comfort a character prompt | 407 words | Corrie!Dogma | Dogma deserves better. |
「Comfort a character: Fox」 [ART]
29/09/2023 | Commander Fox, OC: Headshot | Comfort a character prompt| We have a shared custody on Headshot with ithillia <3 |
OCTOBER 2023
「Red is a color of...」 [ART]
03/10/2023 | Commander Fox, Commander Thorn | …LOVE | No context, just unhinged Fox | I have many Commander Fox in my head, but this one is actually crazy like a fox. 
「Bullet-time Fox」 [ART]
05/10/2023| Commander Fox, Commander Thorn, Commander Thire, Commander Stone, Sergeant Hound, Grizzer | The corrie commanders are major dorks when no one is looking | 
「Fives」 [ART]
10/10/2023 | Gift for Mary <3 | ARC Trooper Fives |
「Mal」 [ART]
| Gift for Corey | Corey's OC | Precious scarred babu <3
「Happy Dogma」 [ART]
14/10 | Clone Trooper Dogma | Character reaction to post | DOGMA IS THE SWEETEST GOODEST BOY MUST PROTECC |
「Fives x Shots」 [ART]
CLONESHIP 23/10/2023 | OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Fives | They are in love, you honour |
「TCW x Lucky Star」 [ART]
25/10/2023 | Commander Fox | Incorrect Quote | Redrawing Kogami Akira as Fox |
NOVEMBER 2023
「Mlem.」 [COMIC]
09/11/2023| OC: Deadshot, Clone Trooper Hardcase, Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Dogma, ARC Trooper Fives, ARC Trooper Jesse | Torrent barrack shenanigans | Boys being boys | Hardcase is a kind of friend who randomly licks your face |
「I've got a birthday gift from Corey! 」 [Gift] <3
13/11/2023| OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Fives, Clone Trooper Tup | Character reacts to post | Deadshot is a softy | A wonderful gift, thank you so much <3 |
「Received a gift on my birthday &lt;;3」 [Comic]
16/11/2023| Captain Rex, Commander Fox, 501st, Coruscant Guard | Sketchbook | Gift from nuclearteabag | Nuke gave me a present but the corries confiscated it :(((( | Fox is a dork |
「Thoughts about natborn cadets」 [Photo]
18/11/2023|Commander Fox, ARC Trooper Fives | Toy Photo | 
「It’s called nature, Fox!」 [Photo]
19/11/2023| Commander Fox, Arc Trooper Fives | Toy Photo | Commander Fox doesn’t like nature |
「The Captain isn't entirely satisfied with the new ARC trooper」 [Comic]
CLONESHIP mentioned 29/11/2023 |OC: Deadshot, Captain Rex | Blorbo bleebus | pls don’t take this post seriously or else Shots will die of embarrassment | that’s what happens when I draw with migraine |
「Fox loves caf」 [Photo]
30/11/2023| Commander Fox | Toy Photo | Don’t tell him it’s chai latte |
DECEMBER 2023
「I don’t deserve you」 [ART & FIC]
THORN X FOX CLONESHIP 03/12/2023 |Commander Fox, Commander Thorn | Art and Fanfiction | I don’t deserve you prompt | 982 words | Hurt & Comfort |
「I don’t deserve you」 [FIC]
FIVES x DEADSHOT (OC) CLONESHIP |OC: Deadshot, Captain Rex, ARC Trooper Fives | Fanfic | Wordcount: 2446 | Mature | I don’t deserve you prompt | Talking about a dead person and grief | Captain Rex had enough with Deadshot's digging into the past and decided it's time to have a conversation neither of them wished to have. | NO BETA |
「Deadshot has one of those days」 [ART]
12/12/2023| OC: Deadshot, Clone Trooper Tup | Sketchbook | Breaking down in 3…2…1… |
「I do deserve better」 - [ART & FIC] + [AO3]
Dogma x Tup - CLONESHIP 16/12/2023 |Clone Trooper Dogma, Clone Trooper Tup | Art and fanfiction | I don’t deserve you prompt | 560 words | Hurt, no comfort | Angst | Umbara arc |
JANUARY 2024
「Commander Wolffe portrait」 [ART]
16/01/2024 |Commander Wolffe | 104th follower celebration thingy |
「Fives portrait」 [ART]
16/01/2024 |Arc Trooper Fives | Art Request |
「Deadshot reacts to Fives portrait」 [ART]
Fives x Deadshot (OC) CLONESHIP 16/01/2024 | Arc Trooper Fives, OC: Deadshot | Fives exists and Shots is melting |
「Sergeant Sinker portrait」 [ART]
17/01/2024 | Clone Trooper Sinker | Art request | I love how this little shit turned out <3
「Warthog & Tracer portrait」 [ART]
17/01/2024| Clone Trooper Warthog, Clone Trooper Tracer | Art Request | How dare you make me invest in cloneboys again just to get my heart broken!!! >:(((( | 
「Big Bad Wolffe」 [ART]
21/01/2024 | Cadet Rex, Cadet Wolffe | Art request | Soft babybabus <3 | 
[Rex with a lightsaber] [ART]
24/01/2024 | Captain Rex | Art request | Let me see what you have! - A lasersword. - NO! |
FEBRUARY 2024
「Dar’ad part II」 [ART] + [AO3]
01/02/2024 | Commander Fox | Febuwhump 2024 Day 1 - Helpless | ART & FIC | Wordcount: 417 | Warning: character's death, execution by injection, open-ending |
「Sketchdump」 [ART]
FIVES x DEADSHOT ECHO x TECH MAZE x BOOKS CLONESHIP 02/02/2024| ARC Trooper Fives, OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Echo, TBB Tech, Alpha-26 Maze | sketchbook | Various sketches about cloneboys + JungleSkirmish!AU lore | 
「Obedience/Devotion」 [ART] + [AO3]
SHEEV x FOX but can be interpreted platonic too 04/02/2024 | Commander Fox, Sheev Palpatine | Febuwhump 2024 day 3 | Toxic relationship, one-sided love…or is it? | Art & Fic | Word count: 300 | 
「I love you」 [ART]
SHEEV x FOX 05/02/2024 | Commander Fox , Sheev Palpatine | Febuwhump 2024 Day 5 | Continuation of “Obedience” | Toxic relationship | 
「IT’S COFFE TIME!」 [ART]
08/02/2024 | Commander Fox | ASDF movie parody | It’s Muffin time! song parody | 
「Clones in the closet」 [ART]
15/02/2024 | Captain Rex, ARC Trooper Fives, ARC Trooper Echo, ARC Trooper Jesse, Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Hardcase | Characters react to post | My brain hurts :DDD |
「City boy gets intimidated by war veteran’s huge equipment」 [ART]
Not a cloneship, but I’m a very mature person and the dialogue is purposefully written as cockmeasuring 18/02/2024 | Clone Trooper Kix, OC: Headshot | Kix tries to befriend the corrie medic |
「Life after O66」[ART]
19/02/2024 | OC: Lily, OC: Blaze, OC: Vorn, OC: Headshot, OC: Pons, OC: Angel, Commander Fox, Commander Thorn, Commander Thire | ARTs and rambling about OC’s and how they life will be after Order 66 | WARNING: Mentions of canon character's deaths, mentions of suicide, actual suicide and visual depiction of it, nudity but genitals are not visible. Coruscant Guard has cultish vibes.
NSFW
「YOU ARE MINE」 [ART]
18+ ORDO x ECHO CLONESHIP 21/12/2023 |Ordo Skirata, ARC Trooper Echo | sexual content | Strangulation | Art Request | My favorite crackship with ithillia.
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mlmxreader · 1 year
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Big Boy | König x m!reader
Anonymous asked: Ooohhh König with a short boyfriend? Someone jokingly asks about the height difference and his bf says “I have to climb him like a damn tree every time I want a kiss, it’s annoying.” And König’s like “you can ask me to bend down, you know.” “Nah, you’re my personal jungle gym.”
summary: König loves his pilot boyfriend, even if he is a bit of a pain.
tws: swearing, smoking
König was a lot taller than you, and although you did love him ever so dearly, you had to admit: it could be a pain in the backside and a half to be physically affectionate sometimes. But you made it work, and although some of your fellow pilots in the RAF did tease you for it, it was all in good nature and was not anything other than banter.
Often, when you were off of work for a while König would come home with only one thing in mind: cuddling you; he loved how you seemed to fit so well in his embrace, your head on his chest as he laid a large hand between your shoulders and an arm around your waist while some old song by Sodom or Slayer played quietly, too tired and worn out to talk, too overwhelmed with seeing you at last to even consider opening his mouth, he always kissed you too much for that.
But his favourite thing by far was when he would come to the air field; he loved to watch you land your plane - the Red Kite - while Perveen, Bashar, Pahwa and Cohen landed behind - their planes being the Golden Eagle, Peregrine Falcon, Red Tailed Hawk and Bearded Vulture respectively. What made König love it so much though was not the planes themselves or how they were painted to look like the birds they were named after, but it was how you reacted to seeing him stood on the tarmac.
Without fail, he would bring a thermos of your favourite coffee and would have two cigarettes ready to be smoked; when you first became his boyfriend, you said once that you loved a coffee and a smoke when you landed, and König never forgot.
He was dressed down as he stood on the tarmac, a camo print hoodie in dark green and trousers of the same, but sporting a bright orange beanie hat. If he remembered correctly, you had gotten that hat for him for his birthday as a present a few months after you first started dating, the thought of which made him smile as he felt the rain gently tap, a warning that it was about to start pouring.
Although it was going to be awful, the weather was actually on König's side, as it had meant an early return for the pilots who had been out on a training exercise, it meant his boyfriend would return early.
He watched the Red Kite eagerly, and when it came to a full stop and you climbed out, he grinned.
"Ah, fuck! Shit! Shit! Fucking shit! Why'd it have to fucking rain right as I fucking-" your little rant of complaints came to a halt when you saw König.
A grin spread across your features, and you quickly made your way towards him, running until you crashed right into his body, pressing your face against him as you tightly held onto him. "Hi, Maus."
König eagerly returned the embrace as he smiled. "Hallo, mein geliebter... bist du gut?"
You nodded. "Now I got you, yeah... ich bin sehr gut... und du?"
"Ich bin super," he admitted, unable to stop grinning as he held you tightly. "Wie war dein Flug?"
You shrugged. "Okay... fuck, I missed you."
He gently pulled back, and when you jumped into his arms to kiss him, he couldn't help but to laugh softly; kissing you back eagerly before he gently set you down again, resting his forearm on your head.
"Hey, (y/n)!" Parveen called, grinning from ear to ear. "How'd you kiss him?"
You shrugged, waiting for him to get closer before you dared to answer, "how'd you think? I have to climb him like a damn tree every time I want a kiss, it's annoying as fuck, mate."
König looked down at you for a moment, his brows furrowing. "You can ask me to bend down, you know, Bärchen."
Gently, you tapped his stomach as you shook your head. "Nah, you're my personal jungle gym... besides, it's like a positive reinforcement thing."
He cocked his brow, trying not to smile as he let his hand slip to your shoulders, resting between them as he slowly moved his thumb up and down, letting you lean into him. "You could still ask me to Kuss you."
"I'd rather not," you shook your head, licking your lips as you smiled. "It's more fun this way."
"Why don't you just punch him in the stomach?" Perveen jokingly asked. "That'll make him bend down."
König glared at the Squadron Leader. "Don't encourage him, bitte."
You were about to open your mouth, let off some smart ass comment, when König shoved his hand into his pocket, and gave you a cigarette and a lighter; he bent down, picked up the thermos, and held it out for you, doing his best not to smile when you eagerly lit up your cigarette and held it between your lips as you opened the thermos and let the stench of coffee hit you.
Sure, you could be a pain, you could be a nightmare, but König adored you, and he honestly couldn't wait until he had you back home; he couldn't wait to feel you in his embrace and to hold you so tightly, bouncing on his heels slightly as he waited for you to smoke your cigarette and drink your coffee. He knew you loved and needed it.
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k-hika37 · 2 months
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Inspiration: Fight Song (Eve)
Ft oc Rinz (@leonightwater25 ) and Hinata (mine)
Mlem I don't know what to write here but uhh yes uwu
Don't expect I'll be able to draw something like this full render again anytime soon hhs
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mlembug · 6 months
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Originally published: 23th of February 2021 Summary: Supportive gf and an eggy bf
It's been a month since I asked out my crush and we decided to go out.
A few days ago said she has something very special planned for me today. So we decided to meet in her house. I wonder what could that be?
I knocked on the door. Soon enough, the doors opened, with my girlfriend standing in the doorframe, saying "Hi, c'mon in!"
I entered her room, with her behind me.
"I'm gonna lock the door so no one bothers us.", she said, and took a shopping bag she had on her desk. She pulled a frilly blue dress out of it, and said "See? This is what I mean!"
"Ummm... I'm really happy for you, but I don't get what you mean. You'd look cute in anything, after all. That's how girls are.", I said.
"I was actually thinking of you when I picked it.", she winks.
"I... still don't get it?", I responded, with continued confusion.
"You know exaaaactly what I mean.", she teasingly said, "I can see the longing look into girls' clothes section when we go out shopping."
I gulped, and said "What... do you mean?"
"I also mean this festival of emotions of yours, whenever I am with my girl friends.", she said, "I'm gonna let you taste what you consider a forbidden fruit".
"I'm not a crossdressing pervert or anything! Besides, a lot of guys wonder how it would be like to be a girl.", I took offense to her comments.
"Yeah, a lot of them do. Which is why I don't consider you a pervert. Put on the dress."
"I would just look terrible in it. Like a guy in a dress."
"Don't worry, I will take care of that. Put on the dress while I'll prepare the rest."
While I was struggling with the dress, my girlfriend has been preparing concealers, foundation, mascara and eye shadows. Soon enough, I took off the clothes I had, aside from the boxers, and put on the dress.
She turned to me and said "Good, good. Now turn your head to my side and let me do my magic."
She spent a lot of time touching up my face, which seem to have taken forever. "Just a bit more", she said, while applying mascara on my eyelashes. Soon afterwards, she put a wig on my head, and put a hair clip on the wig's hair.
"...and, done!", my girlfriend proudly said.
I felt super flushed from embarrassment.
I lowered my head.
"Now let's see how you look", said my girlfriend, and held my hand while we walked to the other side of the room, and placed me in front of a full length mirror.
"Is... is that me?", I was shocked. I have no clue what witchcraft she has done, but I could hardly believe that it's me.
My girlfriend hugged me from behind. "See how cute you are? And you like it, too. I haven't seen a smile so wide on your face before."
"Uuuuuu... I feel so embarrassed."
"Awww... Don't worry, I am not judging you. You are not harming anyone, and I completely do not mind. After all, I enjoy feeling cute, so why shouldn't you?"
"But... I'm a boy...", I responded, feeling more shame.
"Are you still worried about such trifling matters? It's not like the clothes have a gender. Or is it that...?", my girlfriend said, followed by an "aha!" reaction.
"What?", I puzzledly asked.
"Is it that being a boy bothers you?", she asked what seem to be an armour-piercing question.
"I guess not, why would it bother me?", I deflected.
"I kinda have my suspicions. I wanna confirm it with you, but you'll have to be willing to experiment a bit with me.", she said.
"What sort of experiment?", I asked.
"We'll check whether you'll feel better when not being a boy."
"And how do we do that? It's not like you're some sort of magician who will turn me into a girl."
"Well, no, I am not. So I will need a bit of cooperation on your side, sweetie."
"Wait, what do you mea-", I got interrupted by her placing a finger on my lip.
"You're my girlfriend now, honey.", she said, "While I can't physically change you, I could make you feel like you're one, at least, for now."
"Ummm, but that would be just so weird!", I blurted.
"If you dislike it that greatly then we can stop as soon as you tell me.", she said, attempting to calm me down.
"Ummmm, no, it's not t-that bad, I guess, ha ha."
"Good. Just please tell me when you want to stop."
"Sure I will.", I assured her.
"With that in mind, we should try more things to get you in the mood.", she said, pulling adorable pink panties from the bag. She then said, "We should go all the way. With this you will gain awareness that you are a woman."
"Having second thoughts about that. How will I do that by wearing them, with what I have down there?"
"That's okay, we can hide it between your legs. I can help you, or, if you aren't in the mood for me touching you down there, you can do it yourself."
"It's okay, I think I'll do it myself."
So reached with my hands below the dress, and reached toward my boxers, and I took them off. Soon enough I picked the panties and put them on, carefully tucking 'it' away.
"I did it."
"There, there.", my girlfriend pat my head. "Good girl."
Why does that make me feel so warm?
"I-I'm feeling weird!", I whimpered.
"Oh.", she held her hand.
"I didn't say I want you to stop, though", I said.
And so my girlfriend continued patting me and calling me a "good girl".
A dozen minutes later, I asked a question.
"Say, if one day, a wizard somehow actually turned me into a girl, would you leave me?", I said.
"Oh, sweetie, is that what you were worried about all along? I like you for being you, for your personality. Whether you're a boy, a girl, or neither of those, I feel it would change nothing for what I feel for you.", she said, "for you see, I actually lied a bit before."
"What... what do you mean?", I asked worriedly.
"You mentioned that it's common for guys to wonder how it is to be a girl, and confirmed that. However, when I asked my guy friends, they deny that. One of them said he wondered about it just once in his entire lifetime."
Tears were forming in my eyes. I'm feeling so confused.
"It's okay, it is okay.", my girlfriend immediately went for the hug. "We'll figure this out together. You just need to be honest with yourself."
"Okay", I said.
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sasster · 1 year
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🗣 i’d also like to request more aderae soleah content
And every time I will oblige. This one is short and sweet!
Send me a (🗣️) + two muses on my blog, and I’ll make them have a conversation whether they know each other or not!
[Google Docs, y'know for your eyes]
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“And just where have you been?” The chastising voice that comes from behind is honestly music to Aderaes ears. Oh, but he would never admit that. It’d go straight to her head, how insufferable would she be with that compliment hanging in the air? No, he’s doing her a favor by omitting that bit of knowledge from each and every one of their interactions.
Instead, the purple blood continues on to his desk and sets his bag down at the seat as Soleah taps her foot impatiently behind him. Like a cavern matron reprimanding some very naughty grubs. He smiles to himself as he begins to slowly rummage through his bag and remove all of the supplies he’d need for the evening.
“Well?” She squeaks after what must feel like an eternity of torture to her, to her credit she is being much more patiently than she usually is when given the silent treatment by her professor. “Were you abducted by aliens?”
He laughs quietly at that, finally seating himself at his desk to face her. Soleah is all smiles, two cups of bubble tea in her hand.
“Not quite alien, but perhaps something equally as supernatural in nature.” He starts, humored, inviting her to take one of the seats in front of him by way of gesturing to them.
“How did you get here so quickly with goods in hand? I’ve been on campus, maybe ten minutes, tops.” Aderae questions as she eagerly enters his office.
She prefers the seat closer to the wall, so that she can sit in the seat sideways and press herself up against it. It’s good for her back, she once told him when he questioned her odd perching habits.
“I ran.” She says in a matter of fact manner, as she sets his tea on the desk and assumes her usual seat. “Obviously. So, where have you been?” “Home.” He says simply, reaching for his drink.
Soleah scrunches her face up and closes an eye to engage in what can only be described as the silliest staredown either of the two have ever been involved in.
They stay like that for a moment until she turns to fully press herself into the wall, her attention settling on the accolades that littered the one across from her. All awarded to one His Honorable Reliance, many of them in frames a couple hundred sweeps older than her. The man was a living, breathing, artifact himself, she always made sure to tell him as much when reminded of his age.
“I’ve got some whiteout in my bag, seriously.” She offers, taking a nearly too audible sip of her drink. “Say the word and it’s bye-bye Reliance! There are other, much better titles out there. How’s about…The Guy That Minds his Business?”
Another loud sip of her drink follows.
Aderae laughs a bit to himself, it is low and kind of rumbles out of him lazily.
“Too many words, what typeface will they use?” “Comic sans!”
He pauses to take a sip, he knows well enough that words need not be exchanged. She can feel his eyes burning into her as he fixes her with a disappointed look.
“We’ll workshop it.” She nods.
“Mhm.”
“Sooo, what supernatural experience plagued you so, Double P?” “Daywalkers broke into my hive and stole all of my left socks.” He reports with a face of stone. A beacon of honesty, just as his title suggests. “Can’t work without a matching pair of socks.” “Come on Double P!” Soleah whines, fighting the smile his tale brought to her face. “Can’t you trust me?”
He pauses to consider this. Soleah talks a lot, yes. But never about the things that she shouldn’t talk about. But, on the other hand, this specific set of circumstances might be beyond her scope. Daywalkers stealing socks certainly sounds more realistic than my late kismesis was brought back to life by his mates dead descendant.
Hell, Aderae is living it and it’s a bit of a struggle for him to believe.
But, on yet a third hand, Soleah would be really annoying about it if he doesn’t cough it up.
“It stays in this office, Soleah.” “My lips are sealed.” She beams.
“Very well,” he sighs. “Someone close to me has been returned from the grave.”
It feels so silly to say out loud. 
She turns to stare at him fully, mouth agape. It only takes a second for it to morph into a teeth-baring grin.
“Was it Orfuse? When do I get to meet him?”
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thevulpinehero1 · 9 months
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Nath mlem.
As much as I don't really need to say anything else, this one's by @coffgirl (twitter here), and is very adorable. Although Warless Worlds is a bit of an ensemble cast story, Nath is more or less the protagonist as I followed her perspective the most, and she's one of the characters who developed most differently from her canon incarnation (although to be fair, it's not like there was a lot of info on her canon personality at the time). Her relationship with Sora and how positive it is for both of them is one of the backbones of the series. Looking at this picture, I really miss writing about them; their arc is a lot less relevant to my current projects, but they're still my two adorable dorks.
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