#moth to flame au

[melis-writes]

“I’m gonna get you pregnant again—” Sonny roams one hand down to your small, growing baby bump, never slowing down in the pace of his thrusting. “And again—and again—do you hear me?”

And every year after that again and again… 🫠🫠

Again.

“I’m gonna get you pregnant again—” Sonny speaks through hot breaths, letting his free hand roam over your small, growing baby bump. “And again—and again—do you hear me?”

“Y-yes! S-Sonny—” A loud moan escapes your lips as you rock your hips back against his. “Yes!”

“Every single year,” Sonny pants, giving both of your thighs a harsh smack before keeping them around his waist. “I want you fucking filled with my seed.”

“Mm!” You squeal out in pleasure—feeling your eyes prickle with tears from the euphoric sensations washing over your body again and again like shockwaves.

“I’m gonna have you like this—” Sonny leans down with a deep groan, pressing his forehead against yours. “Make you mine again.”

“I a-am,” you giggle breathily, catching Sonny’s lips in a deep, crushing kiss.

Moaning back in your mouth, Sonny doesn’t relent with his ruthless thrusting; keeping you pinned down upon the bed in a perfect bent missionary position.

With one hand wrapped around Sonny’s shoulder and the other scratching down his back, you roll your eyes back upon the rush of your orgasm beginning to approach.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” Sonny grunts in your ear, “gonna cum in that sweet pussy of yours again—fuck,”

"D-do it, do it, do it, p-please!" Barely able to get another word out, you lock your thighs around his waist and brace for the impact of your heavenly orgasm to wash out of you.

[kangaruthi]

sleepy harrow

[seaweedoverlord]

The Sun and The Moth

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Do they get curious about things when they're in a human's house? They probably find a lot of things that they don't know about

Oh most definitely.

They've been around for many many years. As the years went by they've seen all sorts of neat and nifty things inside of human homes.

Some more alluring than others.

[cactiired]

The idea of modern AU Renée being a climber has been plagueing my head for days so I will make it everyone else's problem now too

[an-au-blog]

Oh, your love is sunlight

Happy (late) Valentine's Day (version without text ↓ +description in tags)

[trashcreatyre]

She’s just trying to be supportive :(

[a-flaming-idiot]

A rough doodle of how I imagine a meeting between my Senti-Mari and @bigfatbreak's amazing Feralnette would go. Two of the most miserable Marinettes in the multiverse.

Feralnette has seen so much shit and is just locked in a look of silent amusement as she is hit with a baseball bat of news. (Since then Feralnette AU is set right after the season 3 finale, I'm not sure Feralnette is even aware that senti-humans are a thing that can happen. I might be wrong on that though). Not even having time to process the massive discolored scar on her counterpart's arm.

Meanwhile, Senti-Mari is realizing she is alone in the multiverse as the only Sentimonster-Marinette. Also, her alternate self is very desaturated and terrifying.

[into-the-feniverse]

The birthday kids 🎂

[disastrousfeline]

ermmmmmmmmm

(marthe is @sagit---taurus's character and s'more is @sekiyo's character)

more elect!lynk au and firehelpers au (au where all of my group's srt are the Elect (and Those Two) instead) doodles and other stuff under the cut

(ennie is short for Engulfed by the Flame)

Vick, Rebuilt by the Flame (he/him) for @omaticwriting

Kali, Evaporated by the Flame (any pronouns) for @the-eden-snow (also featuring mag aka bloodbag (he/it))

[melis-writes]

What if Victoria and Sonny were secretly together when Vito & Giuseppe arrange her marriage to Michael… Sonny has to see the love of his life married to his little brother and Victoria has to marry her lover’s brother.

But they keep up their secret relationship, their secret affair with each other. They don’t care that she’s now married to Michael or that he’s married to Sandra.

They realize that now that she’s married that Sonny can finally knock her up and have babies together.

Niccolò & Verona? Sonny’s kids.

Vincent & James? Sonny’s kids.

Luciana & Angelo? Sonny’s kids.

and all other kids are his too.

Omg the eternal Victonny plotline from start to finish. 😅😅❤ Real definition of what Michael doesn’t know can’t hurt him! 👀😩

Double Matrimony.

“My daughter is an eligible bachelorette,” you mumble, repeating your father’s words. “You have no idea how many times I’ve heard him say that last week alone.”

Sonny chuckles, giving your side a squeeze as he pulls your naked body closer to his. “Ain’t that the farthest thing from the truth? I expected it though.”

“Did you?” You pout, snuggling up to Sonny; pressing your breasts against his chest.

“I can’t blame him too much, baby,” Sonny tilts your chin up to face him, caressing the outline of your jaw. “You’re young, his only daughter and nothin’ short of perfect,” his eyes wander over your lips, “you know that? Your family wouldn’t have to look far and wide to find someone for you.”

You shrug glumly, resting your head nuzzled in Sonny’s neck. “I couldn’t care less about any of that. Father should consider you if he wasn’t so judgmental and over cautious about everything…”

Sonny purses his lips, stroking your hair with his free hand. “I can understand why a powerful man like your father wouldn’t want you to be with an enforcer. That won’t ever change the fact that you’re mine, baby.”

“I only want to be yours,” you breathe against his skin. “Nothing else matters to me right now. This is what we have… What I want.”

“You’ll never not be mine, you got that?” Sonny smirks down at you. “So what, you’ll scrawl your name on some fancy piece of paper with the word ‘marriage’ on it. You think I care about that? How’s that toilet roll supposed to know how you truly feel? You’re mine, Vic.” Sonny chuckles against your lips as you can’t help but smile back shyly. “You’re always gonna be mine, and if your father wanted you for Fredo or somethin’, trust me, I think he would have let you know by now.”

“And Sandra?” You whisper back, playing with Sonny’s cross necklace. “Your relationship with her?”

“No relationship is worth mentionin’ if the ‘woman of your life’ wants you bedding someone else for her own convenience, right? Forget her,” Sonny’s hands begin to wander up your chest, fondling your breasts. “Forget ‘em all. I already did. You got a whole lot more to worry about right now, Miss Ferrari.”

“Oh yeah?” Blushing furiously, you place your hands over top of Sonny’s, beckoning him to keep touching you all over. “Indulge me, Mr. Corleone. I think you’re teasing me.”

“I’m getting your mind off things,” Sonny gives you a wet kiss over the lips. “Because I want you to worry about how sore that pussy’s going to be once I have my way with it again…” Sonny’s free hand grasps his erect cock as he begins to position himself over top of you. “You’ve always loved that…”

“Oh God, please,” you writhe underneath Sonny, spreading your legs as wide as you can obediently. “You have no idea.”

“Signature on no paper don’t mean nothing,” Sonny grunts, spreading open your pussy with his fingers and grinning. “Not when you got my seed drippin’ out of you every day. Not when this pussy is mine…”

~

While many of the crime families in New York have more than enough eligible bachelors for you to choose from, your father knows better.

Giuseppe knows you’d like to be with someone as involved in the family business as you; no more, no less, which effectively eliminates the possibility of your father ever considering enforcers, capos, and buttonmen.

A bachelor in the middle ranks without too much attention or influence on him would be best, but you could care less for Don Tattaglia and Barzini’s sons and Giuseppe knew Bruno Tattaglia had his eyes on you for a while.

Don Ferrari also has no intention on having you enter a soulless, loveless marriage; very keen on your body language and expressions towards the bachelor’s you’ve met so far.

Simply telling your father you’re seeing Sonny is not and can never be enough to convince your father. Giuseppe would never consider the possibility of having a target willingly placed on you for marrying an enforcer—Sonny’s position or being involved directly in the family business more than you bargained for.

On the other hand, you and Sonny gave up a long time ago attempting to come up with justifications and explanations for your relationship.

You don’t feel as if it’s a “secret” per say, but that it’s shrouded in privacy and indeed better off if others didn’t know considering Sonny’s brutish reputation in the Corleone family and the fact you’re with a married man.

Avoiding danger and scandals, Sonny and you have already been committed to one another for the past two years. At the age of twenty-four now, you knew if you and Sonny had the chance and opportunity, that you two would have married long ago.

It’s still somewhat too painful for you to remember Sonny’s married and you can never take that away from him so as long as his family and yours doesn’t stand for a divorce over an adulterous relationship, but you’re easily able to forget it all when you’re with Sonny.

You know Don Corleone’s only eligible bachelor is Fredo Corleone, and your father also knows Fredo’s not so pleasant track record so you expect your “formal” meeting with the Corleone’s next week to go smoothly with a solid “no”.

What you expect, however, is seldom what you receive.

Thinking a polite “no” to marrying Fredo would suffice never even leads up to happen, as your father ignores Fredo’s presence in Don Vito Corleone’s office entirely.

While it’s your first time inside the Corleone estate and none are aware you personally know Sonny, formal introductions are made and go around the room as you pretend that the man standing across from you and leaning against the wall is just the enforcer of the Corleone family, and not the love of your life.

“My eldest son, Santino,” Vito gestures to Sonny who gives you a polite smile.

You blush furiously, nodding back at him and attempting to appear remotely confused and unfamiliar with Sonny.

“Your eldest?” A smile grows over your father’s lips, momentarily sparking some sort of hope in you. “Is he to succeed you, then?”

“He is,” Vito nods, which only brings a crashing wave of disappointment in your heart.

You can see the interest that lit up in your father’s eyes fade away just as quickly. You knew as much through Sonny, but this raises the question of extreme danger for a Don to be, and something your father doesn’t want for you.

Vito’s eyes meet with Giuseppe’s as he nods; he too is aware of what your father wants for you, and would never mention Fredo out of embarrassment and good faith.

“My youngest son Michael is an eligible bachelor,” Vito speaks up, gesturing to Michael who otherwise sits rather quietly and out of attention near Vito’s desk.

Blinking, you catch Michael’s eye as both of you look upon each other with moderate curiosity. It’s then that you miss the expression on Sonny’s face entirely; his world coming down at the possibility of you marrying Michael.

“He’s twenty-nine and just returned back from Sicily,” Vito continues and sees no objection from Michael in any way.

Your attraction to Michael spikes up then and there but it’s nothing compared to everything you have and feel for Sonny. No, it could never come close or harbor such passionate romance; you already know this from first glance at Michael.

Sonny bites down on his lip, staring deadpan at the floor as he overhears Vito and Giuseppe agreeing and pairing you with his youngest brother; Sonny was never even an option despite being the only man in the room that can ever make you happy and you can’t even say no.

“It’s settled then,” you hear your father say as your heart thunders in your chest and your cheeks flush scarlet with blush. “If the two can come to an agreement, they can marry.”

“Our two families will come together as one,” Vito agrees, “Michael, do you object?”

“No,” Michael replies plainly.

Sonny shifts his weight, beginning to grow uneasy and irritated, but holds himself together well as he continues to listen.

“And you, sweetheart?” Your father asks, “will you enter a courtship with Michael?”

“I will,” you answer, feeling your stomach knot up in anxiety; never have you answered with such defiance in your heart.

Feeling his heart break in his chest, Sonny’s eyes are full of venom watching his baby brother kiss your hand and attempt to charm with what Sonny calls half-assed small talk.

There isn’t a chance in hell Sonny will stick around to see the engagement ceremony or hear Michael woo you with sweet nothings and lavish gifts; there’s a silver lining to this that you both believe in now.

Neither of you care for the relationships you’re in. They’re a mask to society to show you’re married and a part of a family, but they’re meaningless and they’re nothing to both you and Sonny.

Your engagement to Michael let alone your marriage in the next three weeks won’t stand in the way of anything you and Sonny have.

“I’m going to be with you forever,” you whispered in his ear, feeling tears stream down your cheeks. “I don’t…. I don’t have your ring or your name on my wedding certificate, but you’re my husband. You are.”

“And you’re my bride,” Sonny squeezed both of your hands, looking you in the eye. “Nothing changes. Nothing.”

In truth, it was easier on you afterwards. Sonny already had to live a double life to be with you but luckily, Sandra’s barely involved in her own marriage these days.

You play the role of the Corleone housewife well, but you’re neither clingy, excitable or hopelessly affectionate with Michael who could care less about noticing if there’s a lack of passion in your marriage with him due to his increasing involvement with the family business eating up most of his time.

What you and Sonny have come to realize is that neither of you need to be careful or use protection anymore. Having twice as much more sex whenever possible as compared to once a week with Michael, only you and Sonny know the truth.

You already could sense you were pregnant a week before you and Michael had sex for the first time. The twins you carried inside of you—boy and a girl whom you both named Niccolo and Verona weren’t Michaels. Sonny had fathered those twins.

Because Michael noticed nothing off about the timing of your pregnancy nor was there any suspicion at all whatsoever about if you and Sonny were “close” by any regard, he was permanently clueless and indifferent.

Even when you had your third child and second son, Vincent, you knew it was Sonny’s. By 1960, you had already give birth to six of Sonny’s children and none of Michael’s.

Your family and the Corleone’s gleefully compared how he babies looked strongly from the Corleone side of the family with a good mix of everyone but when you and Sonny looked at your children, you saw each other’s facial features as clear as day.

“He’s clueless, so let him be clueless,” Sonny grasps his hand over your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “Wouldn’t want the baby brother to know how many times I knocked up his so called wife, huh?”

“Never,” you let out a breathy moan back, wrapping your arms around Sonny’s shoulders. “I don’t care either. Those are our babies. Those are…” Confidence wanes from your throat as your voice trails off. “I…”

“No, no, no,” Sonny shakes his head, “look at me, baby. Look at me.”

“Sonny, they’ll grow up and—” your throat tightens from emotion, “and if they look like you—or, o-or we have to tell them the truth eventually. They need to you you’re their father and—”

“And they will,” Sonny reaffirms, looking you in the eye. “I promise you.”

“How?” You croak back, tears spilling from your eyes. “How would we even do that?”

“I’m not planning on keeping you here with Michael forever,” Sonny lowers his tone of voice. “You just have to trust me, darling. I’ll fix all of this. I will. We will be a family together someday. I promise.”

[seas-storyarchive]

Carl gets turned into a Necrofriggian during Alien Force because of a glitch in the Omnitrix (the samples of dna are a separate thing that coexists within the device until it's "administered" by said device) which released an output of dna.

Max, Frank, Natalie, Ken and Sandra is protected by Gwen's shield, Kevin had touched some metal.

Cue the family drama.

Carl is freaking out, Ben is the first one to try to calm him down and then Sandra goes to help.

Natalie is making a snide remark here or there, towards her "new moth-in-law", which Frank is ignoring what she directs at his brother as he and Gwen get Ken into a chair.

Max is trying to help as Kevin turns back to not be eaten.

It takes Carl a bit to get used to this..

He can still eat human food, but he also finds himself snacking on metal now and again.

Ben educates him on some things, both as himself and as Big Chill. He shows him how to become intangible and how to fly and freeze things.

Azmuth, upon discovering this, runs some tests. Flabbergasted about Carl's transformations. And then, when he hears that Max married an Anodite and had kids with her, he merely says that it made sense - both regarding Max and why Carl's dna absorbed the Necrofriggian dna so easily. As he (and Frank, but he gets a pass for being "more" Anodite than Carl) is technically missing half of his genetic code it absorbed the first source that came into contact with it.

And then, Carl experiences bringing Necrofriggian life into the world. Cravings of metal, glass, pickles, any food his dad makes.. it horrifies him and Sandra, Ben tells them it'll turn out fine and informs Gwen and Kevin to be ready for the arrival of his younger siblings. Just in time for Max to drag his ass up into space to see his kids.

And for Ben to bring said kids down to meet his sibs/their aunts/uncles.

Carl waited for the hatchings, Sandra by him in support (holding his hand and telling him he was brave and giving him other encouraging words, even after laying "their eggs"), and he sensed it before anyone else. A wail left him in anguish and agony.

A wail Sandra herself knew all too well.

Everyone was at a loss, as the puddle dried up. Not knowing what to say as Ben and his kids joined the hug. Only for those kids to chitter excitedly as a single bubble floated up from the small puddle and popped.

Carl caught and held the baby larva close, showing them how much it looked like Sandra (its wings were goldish in color and it's eyes were brown). Sandra was the first to hold the babe, Ben having to wrangle his kids from crowding his parents.

They named the baby Rowan, after Sandra's grandmother.

Rowan, after identifying as a girl as time went on and them finding out she's more human than alien, grows up alongside her nieces and nephews. It's a lot of fun for her.

[fleetwoodmoth]

Raising Flames

In Every Life I Will Find You

Touya Todoroki has burned himself up.

In the aftermath of a spectacular fire show, he limps away to die like an animal in the brush, but fate has another idea for him.

The Todoroki family rule over the kingdom of Endo, and the prince has been missing for years, now he lay dying only for a witch drawn by fated love to find him and change the trajectory of his life.

AO3 Version

Warnings: Blood Magic Self-Harm, Gore, Body Horror.

Hey, first time back writing in.... like a year now and of course it's for my perfect princess Dabi. Some notes, the self-harm in this and future chapters will be due to Blood Magic, think blood mages from DA.

This is a fantasy au, loosely based on the art from the pop polls and anime ending. Loosely based on canon events (ie Touya becoming Dabi, his first "death" and his second "death") NOT Enji friendly. Enjoy :)

It's one thing to dream of someone calling out your name, always too far away to find, it's another to hear it when you wake from your warm bed and hear it again.

As soon as Moth is cognizant enough to realize the call isn't just in their dreams, they feel a sharp panicky pain in their chest, poking at the back of their ribs.

Go. Go now. It instructed.

Find him before it's too late.

Moth stumbles out of bed and into their thick cloak and woolen shawl, before grabbing the lanter by the door and lighting it.

The night was cold, the full moon bright enough the lantern was almost unneeded. Almost. The pull in Moth's chest is pointing them in a direction and they run like their life depends on it. They're not running from something, they're running towards it.

Moth's lungs burn, branches reach and scratch at their round cheeks, tug at the messy white locks, but they don't slow down, not until that pull gets so strong it's hard to figure out where it's taking them.

There, on the forest floor was a figure, covered from head to toe in soot and ash, black in the silver moonlight that peered down at them through the canopy.

It felt like time had slowed, and for one agonizing second Moth thought the pull was to a corpse. But then there was a shakey, jagged inhale, and a wheezing exhale.

They were alive.

Moth doesn't hesitate, their feet moving before they can even think. They are at this figure's side in a flash, falling to their knees and searching out a pulse. This close Moth can see more details past the black soot. The hair is short and white beneath the ashes like their own, and the skin, *oh the skin*.

Moth knows they have little time, maybe no time but that eerie voice once again screams at them. Hurry.

They place their fingers to his throat and close their eyes, calm their breath and count. A faint flutter of a heartbeat barely jumps beneath his skin.

"Are you with me?" Moth's voice is strained but determined.

They expect nothing, so when he moves, when he lets out a wheezing breath of words, Moth jumps.

"Who... who are you?"

"I'm Moth, what's your name?"

Good. He was breathing and talking. Moth removes their cloak and places it over his tattered form, the remainder of his clothes burned into his skin. Moth wraps him and rolls him over. It's a grim sight, one Moth has never seen before. Some of the skin was black with burns, large swaths of it missing, exposing the raw flesh beneath, oozing blood, and even the soft tissue was eaten away by the flames on his face. Moth was surprised he could even speak.

But that's not what churns their stomach. It's the fact that even his *eyes* are gone.

"T--" his breath catches, the sound painful, and Moth jumps. He was succumbing to shock.

Moth had never seen any damage of this magnitude before. It required healing immediately.

Moth reached for the necklace tucked into their nightgown which was now stained in blood. A small knife sheathed in leather hung from the cord. With little ceremony Moth cut the flesh of their upper forearm, and allowed the blood to collect in their palm. With a silent chant they placed the palm against the man's skin. They could feel the burns, feel in a strange numb way, where the damage was, and it was everywhere.

Moth could only hear their own heartbeat loud in their ears, and they counted each one as another second lost, another second to losing him. So they worked faster, another slice, another payment made. And it worked, they could feel it working, blood beginning to flow, veins healing, organs stitching themselves back together.

Moth listens, holding their own breath, to hear the rise and fall of his breathing.

"Tou-a," again Moth jumps, the word is a hiss rather than a word.

Moth shifts focus to his face, closing their eyes and letting the healing take its course. They could hear the strangled moans of pain, they knew this was the hardest part. The split skin of his lips begins to seal, his eyelids begin to grow back over fresh eyes, the flesh mending and layers of fat and tissue and veins begin to rebuild.

Finally, the open wounds are sealed, his tongue no longer charred.

"Tou-ya," it takes him two breaths to finish the single word.

"Touya?" Moth asks softly, trying to keep the strain from their voice.

"Where?" Is all he manages but Moth understands.

"In the forest outside of Endo," Moth says calmly, deciding he is stable enough for them to move him, "we're going to my cottage so you can get proper care, okay?"

Hoisting him up he groans, as Moth draped his arm across their shoulders and half carried half guided him through the trees, he moves his legs enough to shuffle on.

"It's too cold out here, the nights have been growing longer, haven't you noticed?" Moth asks and again he groans in reply, it didn't matter much, as long as he kept responding.

The walk was double as hard as before, not only was Moth ill prepared to lug a whole human man through the underbrush, but they no longer had a free hand for the lantern.

Finally though, as their legs shook from exertion and breath came harsh and heavy, the small, squat cottage came into view. It was a haven among the trees, thatched roofing over sturdy walls of woven logs. A large white dog comes trotting out as soon as the two of them come into view. She sniffs at Moth then the stranger, before nosing at his hand.

"Ursa," Moth hisses, shooing her off, making way for the two of them to stumble through the front door.

Moth lowers him to the bed, cradling his head like a child's before moving with purposeful strides across the small space.

A hearth, a small preparation area for food, a workbench for craft, a washing tub and the nook for the bed and wardrobe. It was small but held everything Moth needed.

"That was my dog," Moth says as they finally return to the bedside, "her name is Ursa, you'll get to meet her when you're properly healed."

They want to keep him focusing on something, anything, just to keep him fighting.

"Why were you in the woods, Touya?" Moth asks, saying his name to get his attention.

It seems to work, his freshly healed, swollen eyelids slide open and Moth feels their heart clench.

"Why can't I see anything?" He asks, clearly trying to keep his tone harsh to try and drown out the waver in it.

"I haven't finished healing them, you'll get your eyesight back soon, I promise," Moth insists as they begin to work at cleaning and tending his wounds.

If they could they would pour more blood into repairing his skin, but their resource was *limited*. Blood for blood, that was the magical theory. Traditional healing would need to be used in the interim.

"What do you want?" He speaks from behind clenched teeth, white eyes staring blankly at nothing.

"I want to help you," Moth says, focusing on cleansing and treating the burned flesh with the highly potent poultices they had in hand. Not nearly enough for a whole body, but they could make more.

"How much?"

Moth stops, looking down at him. He was clinging to life and yet still was on his guard.

"You staying alive," They finally reply, before continuing their work.

Peeling the fabric free of his skin is the hardest part, the skin, or lack thereof, beneath it clings to the fabric and is imprinted with the weave of what was formerly white robes. Moth feels their throat clench at the sounds of his pained groans, ones he seems to try to repress by how strained they become.

"One more healing session," Moth says, more to themselves than to him.

Reopening the earlier wounds is not hard, and soon the blood is flowing again, following the map of the previous letting down their arm and into their palm. Moth knew they were pushing it, could feel the low hum of pain starting to leak into their temples. But slowly, they feel him begin to breathe easier, some of his muscles relaxing as the tissue was repaired. And then there were the eyes.

Moth watched as his lids fluttered and he hissed, pinching his eyes closed, before slowly his expression relaxed. He blinked a few times, before looking at Moth through thick white lashes.

"Mom?" He rasps, his voice small.

"Touya?" Moth says quietly, reaching out to rest a hand on his forehead, to try and help him come fully to the surface, but instead he blinks again, his eyelids drooping before finally they close.

Panicked, Moth uses the connection to feel for pain or damage, but they can feel his heart pumping strong, his lungs drawing clean breath, his stomach no longer leaking acid into his body. He was sleeping. Or maybe unconscious was a better term.

Either way, Moth was able to pull back and bandage themself, before continuing to treat his wounds.

Once he was well bandaged, Moth moved on to monitoring him. He would need twenty-four hour care, but Moth had the means, and he was in dire need. So they sat vigilantly, or rather, layed by the bedside on the floor, propped up on pillows. He needed his rest, and they were going to be there when he woke up.

[rowanthestrange]

The Time Lords as this profoundly tactile-free society. The Doctor over the regenerations wanting that contact, but the more emotion starts leaking into it, the more need, the more it hurts. All the moments where the Master and the Doctor have their most emotional connections being physical - Ten and Simm!Master in the wastelands, Twelve kissing Missy and bluescreening her, even little things like Thirteen and Dhawan!Master’s fight on the hill that makes him beam. When I say the Master needs a hug, I’m not trying to be cute, I could not be more literal. The Master getting genuine tactile affection would either fix him or kill him or both.

[trashcreatyre]

If I had a nickel for every time I’ve drawn Elise braiding her lesbian partners hair I’d have two nickels

X

[kylo-wrecked]

🖤 from Voe :3c

{ from this meme }

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending!!! / fuck no!!!! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

Voe: I hate you. >:T

Ren: I know. :)