#sorry for the late reply i was busy today!

[r3leee]

you asked, you shall receive !

HEY QUEENS!! i am SO sorry for getting this out so late, your girl was going through it 😭😭 (two concerts, two tests, socratic seminar prep, and finding out i’m bi all in one week). anyway, thanks for waiting, here you go <333

pairing: dom!billie eilish x sub!fem!reader

summary: your girlfriend, billie’s, been doing promo work all day for her business trip. naturally, when she gets back, she wants a piece of you, and though you can offer that to her, you have to be quiet…

warnings: RPF!! don’t like, don’t read, established relationship, no direct smut but like a little if you squint (i’m not sure if i’m ready to sail that ship yet), hickeys, exhibitionism kink if you squint, implied-girly/femme!reader

word count: 716 (IT'S SHORT IKKKK I'M SORRY)

listen to: needy by ariana grande

IF YOU COULD use one word to describe your girlfriend, one of the last things in your mind would be clingy. handsy? yes. possessive? yes. dominant? oh, ya. but clingy? no, not really.

she only ever got like that when she was away from you for a while or really, really horny; today’s case was the latter.

you two were currently in paris for a bit of promo. you both were very happy you were able to be on this trip, since you were usually subjected to staying at home.

the past few days were relatively normal: getting settled in and a photoshoot. but today was more intense.

today, billie had multiple photoshoots and an interview. she had to wake up early for them, so by the time you were up, she was gone. instead of heading straight for the studio, you decided to treat yourself a bit.

that morning, you ate at a small café and went shopping at the local stores. you got lots of things: jewelry, makeup, accessories, and of course, clothes.

while in a certain store, you found this gorgeous dress. it was sleeveless and shiny in your favorite color, fit with a bow in the back.

you immediately bought it and changed into it before going to visit your girlfriend.

she was on her break when you walked in, hands riddled with bags galore. when she heard the door open, she looked up, a stern expression on her face, but it immediately softened when she saw you. “hi, sweet girl,” she immediately beamed.

you walked over to her, placing a light kiss to her cheek before she cupped your face and kissed you in the lips. “hi,” you replied softly. she smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before you sat on the velvety couch.

“where were you?” you quickly set your bags down, going on about the morning you had. but, she couldn’t help her eyes constantly drifting down to your dress. the way it fit on you, slightly raising up on your thighs was enamoring and she couldn't tear her gaze away.

later, billie was doing a photoshoot as you sat behind the camera and watched. she was stunning with her ocean-blue eyes and long black hair. you weren't aware of it, because, at some point, you had some emails to reply to, but when she wasn't being photographed, she was staring at you. so much so that at some point, the director had to tell her to focus.

that's how you ended up here: in your girlfriend's lap, a hand over your mouth.

“shh…gotta stay quiet, baby, right?” she nodded towards the bathroom.

for this specific trip, like most, you booked a connected room for you two and finneas. but, upon arrival, the staff had informed you there was some kind of plumbing issue in finneas' bathroom, and that the shower there was shut off.

of course, it was unrealistic to make him not shower the whole trip, so right now, he was borrowing yours. you were just wondering why he had to be borrowing it right now

you nodded as she whispered, “good."

at this point, she'd been on you for what, 10 minutes now? you weren't sure how she still had room to keep sucking and marking at your neck, almost similar to a mosquito drawing blood. red and purple hickeys cascaded all over your neck to the point it was almost painful, but you didn't ever tell her to stop. not once. she was too precious for you to tell her no.

every time you heard a noise coming from the bathroom, you turned your head, worried you'd get caught. but, never more than two seconds later, a hand on your jaw would turn you back. "it's fine, baby," billie would whisper. "we're gonna be careful, not get caught," she'd reassure you before attacking your neck again. all you could do was whine.

that was until you heard the door creak open. "fuck." immediately, billie threw a stray blanket over you as she went on her phone. you just stared up at the ceiling.

finneas walked back to his room without a second glance. and as soon as the door shut, your girlfriend took the blanket off you. "come here. we're good now."

[crguang]

can I request nsfw prompt #78 for yukong? 🤑🤑

i miss my wife so bad. why is this 2.5k words

cw: some smut at the end, oral sex w/ sub!yukong for the soul

It’s almost ten in the evening when you check your phone to send Yukong a message. You had been too preoccupied this afternoon to let her know that you would finish working later than usual, so you’re a little surprised to not find a text from her checking up on you once she realized you wouldn’t show up for dinner. You type out a message telling her that you’re back in Starskiff Haven and on your way home. You barely put the phone back in your front pocket when it buzzes with a reply. You walk through illuminated streets as you read it and frown.

Okay. I’m finishing up some things at the Palace of Astrum, be there soon.

It’s quite late, Yukong should have gone home hours ago, if she’s still working it means she likely got lost in the mountain of documents and reports on her desk and won’t want to step away from it until the pile has significantly been reduced. You sigh quietly, pocketing the device and changing the direction of your footsteps towards the Palace of Astrum. You wonder if she’s eaten dinner at all, you know how focused and negligent of her needs she can get; she’s also been feeling a little irritated recently due to hormonal changes and doing paperwork at night is easier without the usual clatter of employees and computers. It’s an old habit you’ve been trying to break by going home together whenever your schedules allow and having your last meal of the day in each other’s company (Yukong’s cooking is to die for.) It forces her to leave the office around six at the latest and that way, you get to have her for yourself all evening. You stop by her favorite takeout place on the way to her workplace and order some soup dumplings to go. Warm food in hand, you quickly make your way to the Palace of Astrum, knowing Yukong would still be there despite her earlier message.

The large door creaks open when you push it with one hand. You walk inside the spacious headquarters of the Sky-Faring Commission and instantly spot Yukong’s bent figure at the far end of the room, desk alight as she scribbles things on a document. She’s so busy with whatever she’s doing that she doesn't hear you come closer like she would normally. Her ears are flattened forward and her shoulders look tense, a clear sign of her discontentment.

“Yukong?”

Her head raises abruptly at the sound of your voice so near and the woman blinks as her gaze settles on you walking up the couple of stairs needed to reach her work station. You see a flicker of guilt blending in the violet of her eyes at the realization that time has passed her by once again and you smile to alleviate her worries.

“You’re here,” Yukong states softly then glances at the takeout bag in your hand. “What’s this?”

“Dumplings. Did you eat?”

“Ah…”

She doesn’t say no, but indirectly answers your question anyway. You step closer to her to peep over her shoulder at the dozen of papers laying before her, some of which are annotated with her neat handwriting while others are sprawled on the surface as if she was looking for something in particular. Yukong follows your gaze to her work and sighs.

“I lost track of time, I’m sorry,” she apologizes in a low voice, stacking documents on top of each other before organizing the piles into different folders. “I was so restless today, I could only focus when most of the staff had gone home. I didn’t realize it until I saw your message.”

“It’s alright,” you assure her lightly, “are you okay?”

Yukong looks up at you with a small smile, your concern appreciated. “Yes. Just… not quite myself at the moment.”

“You probably need a break. Let’s go home so you can eat, and I could give you a massage if you want.”

She hums. Your words sound nice but they’re not enough to keep her attention off the work waiting for her on her desk. She glances back at it, lingering on a certain pile to her right, and the tip of her ears twitch the way it does when she’s about to say something you won’t like.

“I still need to finish those though…”

You lay the bag of dumplings on the ground, freeing your hands to cross your arms over your chest. Yukong pointedly avoids the purse of your lips.

“They’ll still be here tomorrow.”

“Yes, that’s the problem. If I finish tonight, I can focus my attention on other matters tomorrow.”

“You’ve been working for hours. When was the last time you took a break? Two in the afternoon?”

Yukong’s smile turns apologetic. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”

You don’t throw in the towel, instead shifting close to where she sits and lifting a leg to straddle her lap. Yukong lets out a soft sound of surprise, instinctively raising her hands so you can get comfortable on her plump thighs. You feel the desk’s edge against your lower back. Her eyes meet yours and you circle her neck with your arms, fiddling with a few strands of silky hair and curling them gently around your fingers. Her body is warm, like always, and you can’t help a smile at the unimpressed look she gives you even as one of her hands rests against your waist. If the place wasn’t totally empty, she would have pushed you off.

“What are you doing?”

“Now you have to focus on me.” From up close, the smooth bow of her lips seems to draw you in. Your gaze flitters to its pink curve before taking in her narrowing eyes.

“I really need to finish this, kit.”

“But do you?”

Yukong simply sighs once more. You know she’s close to breaking, to succumb to your insistent wishes, she just needs a little push. Your fingers leave her long hair to ghost over her warm cheek with your nails, drawing senseless patterns on her skin. There’s a faint flush across her face, and you briefly wonder if she’s feeling hotter than usual. You can feel the tension in her shoulders evaporate slightly at the loving gesture, but she also shifts under you a few times, seemingly restless. To convince her further, you lift a hand to the back of her left ear and brush the soft fur at your disposal in a languid motion. Her lashes flutter involuntarily.

“Come on…” you support your saccharine tone with a small pout, “go home with me?”

“It would be irresponsible—”

You don’t let her articulate her argument. You lean forward to press a chaste kiss on her lips and despite its short duration, her words melt on her tongue. The taste of her is familiar and brings comfort you only find in her. You can’t resist capturing her mouth with your own a second time and Yukong lets you, eyes falling shut. She returns your sweet kisses as you absentmindedly stroke the back of her ear, and a little quiver runs through it at your gentle touch. Again, her thighs shift under your weight, brushing together almost unconsciously. Her breath blends with yours with every quiet exhale through her nose. You’re first to withdraw from her puckered lips, gaze dulled by the tenderness of the moment. The pink hue of her cheeks spreads to the base of her neck and her chest rises a beat quicker. Her hands now hold your body to hers.

You recognize the veil over her irises as she looks at you, the sight of her dilating pupils is the last piece of the puzzle concerning her mood lately. The prominent flush of her skin, her restlessness— you spare a glance behind her and notice the sway of her fluffy tail. Her affliction becomes obvious.

“Yukong…” you start slowly, and she already looks embarrassed at her reaction to a few kisses, avoiding your growing smile for a moment. You bring her back to face you with kind fingers under her jaw. “Don’t be like that, Helm Master. Are you getting a little needy?”

Yukong makes a face that illustrates her self-consciousness. She doesn’t respond, but you don’t need a reply.

“Tell you what,” you continue, “we can go home and I’ll gladly take care of you, or… I could always get you off right here, right now.”

The mortification on her features makes you laugh and she swats your hand away from her chin, shaking her head like she aims to erase the thoughts that popped in her mind at your suggestion.

“Don’t be lewd.” She pauses for a couple of seconds after reprimanding you. “We can go home.”

You wear a smug smile as you stand from her lap and watch her put away her documents. She locks them in a drawer, quickly tidies up her desk and ignores your triumphant face all the while. She’s still flustered, you see it in the movements of her tail and the blush that colors her collarbones. You decide not to tease her further for now and readily lace your fingers with hers after she offers you a hand, picking up the food off the ground and leaving the Palace of Astrum behind for the night. Her warmth travels to your palm and up to your chest like a soothing balm and you drink in her proximity on your way back, occasionally pulling her to your side when she strays too far for your liking.

Yukong’s desire is written along her body, it’s in the flick of her ear and the grip of her hand around yours as you make your way home, and in the eagerness with which she pulls you forward to kiss you once you’re behind closed doors. Your breath is stolen by her fervent touches, her tongue wets your lips the moment they part, and it takes you a couple of minutes to regain your bearings. She is flushed against you, trapping you between her burning skin and the front door. She takes what she wants because she can’t help it and is too embarrassed to ask for it. Your hands squeeze her waist and a muffled noise sounds from somewhere in her throat. In one swift motion, you switch places with her, pressing her back to the door and her chest to yours. Your mouth doesn’t let her go, not that she minds. Your blissful sighs become one with each exhale and your hands dip into the cuts of her dress over her hips to feel more of her skin. You think you feel her shiver. Yukong’s kisses are eager with the hint of a desperation that you find deeply endearing. She verbalizes her needs through soft, muffled moans against your lips, and your mind fogs up with arousal at the low tone of her voice. Your knee wriggles between her thighs just to hear the sharp intake of breath from her mouth.

Her body is pliable under your hands, it bends and moves at your will as you lead Yukong to the bedroom, the takeout you bought forgotten somewhere near the entrance of the house. You’re suddenly hungry for something else. Yukong can’t control the sway of her tail or the hairs that rise across her body, you find it so arousing to witness her reaction to your devoted touch; you undress her carefully even in the face of her impatience, letting the fabric of her dress crumple to the floor, and you take a measured step backwards to admire the curves of her stomach and hips. She tugs you to the bed with a hand. When she gets like this, your weight on her grounds her to the present, to the open-mouthed kisses you plant over her jaw and the sensation of your fingers digging into her thigh. Wetness pools in her underwear just from having you so close.

“Hah… Mmnh…”

Yukong makes the sweetest noises when you finally take pity on her and trail your tongue up her wet slit, collecting her arousal like it’s a treat to be enjoyed. The dark hairs on her cunt are slick with her need, and like an obedient pup she keeps her thighs spread for you, allowing you to lose yourself in the heat between her legs. Her tangy taste overpowers your senses. Part of you hears the quiet moans that tumble from Yukong’s lips and feels her fingers in your hair, holding you firmly against her pussy, but your nose is buried in her and you can’t focus on anything else. Her clit throbs for your attention so you comply with her silent request and wrap your lips around the aching bud, sucking it lightly into your mouth. Your arms are around her thighs to keep her close, and you eat her out as if she was a glass of cool water on a hot summer day.

“K-Kit—“

The loving nickname, in this context, makes you moan into her cunt. Your tongue laves her puffy lips steadily, sometimes teasing her dripping entrance for more of her taste etched onto the walls of your mouth. You feel a throbbing sensation between your legs but ignore it for now, fully dedicated to having Yukong come on your tongue. Her breasts rise and fall with the beating of her lungs, perky nipples hard as gemstones and just as pretty. Her hips meet the pace of your mouth, desperate for her impending release. The tremble of her thighs indicate how close she is to coming for you and you flick her sensitive clit with your tongue a few times to send her over the edge.

Her eyes squeeze shut with the intensity of her release and a pitiful sound of pleasure sticks to the back of her throat, her cunt throbbing beneath your devout mouth. You lap up the cum smeared over her pussy with a satisfied hum. Yukong’s breaths are heavy, she lays against the pillows as she comes down from her high, and you clean her up as one would savor an iced dessert. Softly sucking on her clit earns you a noise close to a whimper. She’s too far gone to feel embarrassed about the sounds she’s making, the thought makes you smile.

You raise your head to look at her properly. You run your hands up her hips. She’s so beautiful, wrecked by your tongue. Yukong blinks slowly, gazing down at you through lidded eyes, and you recognize that lustful stare. You’ll be ruining her multiple times before the night ends; she won’t be entirely satisfied until her limbs ache and she’s emptied herself for you.

[skyward-floored]

*shakes can at you*

Sad headcanons? Headcanons? Sad… things?

It’s been such a bad day I need to inflict suffering on my blorbos

SORRY I DIDN'T GET TO THIS SOONER I've been busy and kinda exhausted lately. I hope today was better for you anon :( Here's a few sad headcanons tho! I mostly stuck to lu, I hope you don't mind.

Legend has recurring dreams about being reunited with Marin. Especially during lu, since the faint possibility of him somehow meeting her again during all this time travel stuff is often on his mind. The dreams always feel real. The dreams always hurt.

Twilight has days he just hates getting out of bed. He doesn't want to leave his house. He doesn't want to do his work. This doesn't really work in lu since he's got something driving him, but he still has days where he just goes through the motions and struggles to do much else.

Wild doesn't let anyone do anything to his hair, because the one time he let Wind put a braid into it it felt... eerily familiar. Small hands pulling and weaving gently at his hair, fingers brushing through the strands. He nearly started crying and he doesn't know why. So the hair is off-limits.

Sky talks to the Master Sword sometimes. He tells her about his day and asks her questions even though he knows he won't get a reply. He often does this while he's on watch at night. Time sometimes listens.

Warriors needs his personal space. If you get too close to him unexpectedly you will be getting a knife pulled on you. He didn't used to be like that.

[feinforyakk]

Y/N vs. Gojo Satoru: The Struggle of Being Done with the Strongest Sorcerer

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No one truly understands what it’s like to deal with Gojo Satoru on a daily basis. As one of the strongest sorcerers, he’s a force to be reckoned with. But as your friend, colleague, and occasional partner-in-crime, Gojo’s antics are endless, and it’s a miracle you haven’t torn your hair out. You’ve reached the point where you’re just *done* with him, but unfortunately, he’s like an annoying big brother you can’t shake.

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**Scene 1: Gojo’s Late Again**

You’re standing in the middle of the training field, waiting for Gojo to show up for a scheduled mission briefing. Everyone else is there—Yuji, Megumi, Nobara—but Gojo, as always, is nowhere to be found.

You check your watch for the fifth time, tapping your foot impatiently. The students exchange knowing glances. It’s clear you’ve reached your limit with Gojo’s constant tardiness.

“Where is he?” Nobara asks, clearly irritated as well.

Before you can answer, Gojo appears in the distance, strolling in like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Sunglasses on, grinning like a fool.

“Sorry I’m late! Lost track of time,” he says with his usual lazy charm.

You narrow your eyes at him. “Gojo, you’re 30 minutes late. Again.”

He shrugs, as if that’s not a big deal. “Time’s relative, Y/N. Besides, I knew you could handle it.”

You take a deep breath, trying to keep calm. “Gojo, if you weren’t the strongest sorcerer alive, I’d kill you.”

He laughs, ruffling your hair like you’re a kid. “Good thing I am, huh?”

You swat his hand away, muttering, “I’m done with you.”

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**Scene 2: Gojo and His Terrible Jokes**

Later in the day, you’re sitting in the staff room, finally enjoying a moment of peace. That is, until Gojo bursts in with his usual energy.

“Y/N! You’ll never believe the joke I just heard,” he announces, plopping down in the seat across from you.

You don’t even look up from your tea. “Gojo, please. I’m begging you. No more jokes.”

He ignores your plea entirely. “Why don’t curses tell secrets?”

You sigh, putting down your cup. “I don’t know, Gojo. Why?”

“Because they always come back to haunt you!” He finishes with a proud grin, waiting for you to laugh.

You stare at him blankly for a moment before slowly standing up. “I’m leaving.”

“Wait, come on! That was a good one!” Gojo calls after you, but you’re already halfway out the door, shaking your head.

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**Scene 3: Gojo’s Endless Teasing**

You’re walking through the halls of Jujutsu High, trying to mind your own business when you suddenly feel Gojo’s presence looming behind you. He’s following you closely, practically breathing down your neck.

“What do you want, Gojo?” you ask, not even bothering to turn around.

He grins, walking next to you with his hands casually in his pockets. “Oh, nothing. Just checking up on my favorite person.”

“I’m not in the mood for your games today,” you reply flatly.

“Aw, Y/N, don’t be like that. You’re no fun when you’re grumpy.” He pokes your cheek playfully, and you bat his hand away.

“I’m not grumpy. I’m just *done* with you and your constant pestering.”

Gojo feigns a hurt expression, clutching his chest dramatically. “Done with me? Y/N, that’s impossible. You love me too much.”

You stop in your tracks, turning to give him the most deadpan look you can muster. “I tolerate you. There’s a difference.”

He just laughs, slinging an arm around your shoulder despite your protests. “You’ll come around.”

“I’m *done*, Gojo,” you mutter again, but he just keeps laughing, completely ignoring your words.

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**Scene 4: Gojo’s Reckless Behavior**

On a mission with Gojo, you’re once again reminded why you’re always so done with him. The guy has no sense of caution. As you’re facing down a particularly nasty curse, Gojo is off on his own, goofing around, using his overwhelming strength to show off more than necessary.

“Gojo, can you take this seriously for once?!” you shout, dodging an attack from the curse while Gojo floats effortlessly above the battle, yawning as if he’s bored.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. You’ve got this!” he says, lazily flicking his fingers and sending the curse flying into a nearby wall. “See? Easy.”

You glare at him. “I’m trying to have a professional battle here, and you’re acting like we’re on vacation!”

Gojo lands beside you, grinning from ear to ear. “I’m just making sure you don’t get rusty. Can’t let my favorite colleague slack off.”

“I swear, Gojo, one day you’re going to push me too far.”

He ruffles your hair again, completely unfazed. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.”

“I’m *done*.”

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**Scene 5: Gojo and His Unwanted Surprises**

You’re working in your office, finally

[plulp]

@definegood in remys farm during one of the experiments harper gives you a pink liquid to drink and you can hold it in your mouth and spit it back into his when he goes for a kiss i think? i can't remember it entirely but i think that's the gist of it!

[wowa-bublord]

I just wanted to say that your drawings and ideas for Zack Lives have brought me so much joy! Thank you so much for sharing them!

Also, alternative idea for which one of the two gets a case of the Sephiroths: What if it was both of them, but neither felt like they could tell the other? :0

OHH I LIKE THIS IDEA. they are both sooo good at ignoring problems. it'd be kinda funny to see them both witnessing The Horrors while trying to play it cool so the other doesn't notice

however, I don't think Cloud could hide it for very long. With how he's presented in canon as immediately leaping towards any vision of Sephiroth, his first thought doesn't seem to be "I'm seeing things" as it does. Sephiroth is here and i need to KILL HIM. I don't know how well Zack could hide it, but I think he'd absolutely try out of the worry of distressing Cloud and Tifa. He has a habit of being too protective over Cloud, to the point that it's unhealthy for him (I can go into detail as to why but I will spare you on this post) and I don't think he'd be willing to admit even to himself that theres a new threat trying to go after him. Cloud is growing frustrated atp with Zacks self destructive behaviors and his over-prioritizing of Cloud. Not just because Cloud doesn't want Zack to think that he's weak, but also because he wants to protect Zack, too.

[noxx-33i]

which one of the rgb trio would be mostly likely to NOT upproach a wild animal and go "pspspspsppspsps" at it. Specifically a moose.

I think it'd be funny if it just really depends on the moment like they all share one brain cell and they take turns having it. "Hyperdadser said it was MY turn with the braincell !!" /silly

But specifically for alleycats I feel like Slingshot would be the most likely to go "pspspspspsps" at it and offer it a food. Only to get scratched in the face and the food he was offering to it still snatched while bb and skate watch from a safe distance snickering as they record the entire thing for blackmail.

—definitely not @spiderwebd I swear frfr

Skate would try to pet any animal thats for sure… not to mention a moose…

Boombox probably not

Sling would hesitate with boombox trying to tell him

"thats a fuckihn wild animal—" and sling would go

"but- but i wanna pet it" // "DO NOT!!!!"

By the time theyre done discussing they look back and see skate riding a very pissed moose

"GUYS HELP"

THE BRAINCELL WOULD MOSTLY BE ON SLING AND BOOMBOX

im sorry skate you're not the brightest star you’re the dimmest.. /silly

but skate is infectious- he makes anyone stupid around him,, like a parasite. which is probably why boombox joins him in stupid crimes bc boombox does NAWT realize this-

SLINGSHOT DEFINITELY has a bunch of random scratches from stray cats. I can see from the first day of moving into crossroads the strays would be really weary of him but over time the cats would warm up and even start to hang around his house for food or to even stay close 🫶🫶

[sketch-guardian]

second baby i'll show will be: Nikolai!!(With Mobim)

He's 7 and a very shy one

His relationship with Domnra started quite better than some of the other kids, he would cry and try to hide from him tho, Mobim's presence was a great help. The first time he used his demon form wasn't the night he lost her mother, unlike most of the others, he used it for the first time when playing with his father and Mobim, he got scared by a loud noise from outside and activated it by accident hitting Domnra with his tail in the process. The night he lost his mother, however, was the first time he used his shadow powers while trying to scape, he still uses involuntary when he gets spooked out (Azul appeared out of no where once and the next thing they know is that they lost the kid)

He is very bad with emotions and gets overwhelmed quiet easily with them, so he struggles a lot when having to tell anyone what's wrong, hugging Mobim or being with someone more connected with their emotions, like "uncle Azul" (and unlike his father) helps a lot

Even then, he is very attached to his father, he usually hides behind Domnra's s legs when meeting other people or in general, also loves to be carried in his shoulders or piggyback rides, has separation anxiety thanks to the attack of the witches, if not possible to be with Domnra he carries Mobim around, other than that he prefers to be with Azul, Azure or (to everybody surprise) Kabir, he considers him a friend and tries to get well with "aunt Demya" (he does a better job than Domnra that's for sure but he is still very awkward)

Has trouble sleeping at night (honestly, almost all the kids do), he doesn't like bothering or waking his father up (unless it was a real bad nightmare or a night terror, then he would wake up screaming and crying) but Domnra's heartbeat it's like a spell, whenever he hears it it calms him down instantly, making him sleepy and feeling safe, so he instead of waking his father up tries to simply curl up again his chest cuddling until he fells asleep again

So yeah that's Nikolai a little anxious shy demon with a big heart

Oh my😲✨Nikolai seems so sweet💕with Mobim next to him too😭❤thank you so much again for the drawing and backstory of Domnra's son "Nikolai"☺I also loved the details of his friendships with Azure and Kabir, very hearwarming💖(uncle Azul and aunt Demya too✨)

Everything's wonderful and I am touched by your dedication to your Obey Me Prophecy AU☺I hope others like it too💜

(Obey Me Prophecy AU and the fankids belongs to @shainaloveuwu )

(Rad classmates and New exchange students belongs to me)

[kachikirby]

Ms Kurabe was going about her usual day, until at one point went to rest and closed her eyes, noticing something… strange, something unusual, which was… something she couldn't describe it, Kurabe opened her eyes and… She was no longer in her home, but a strange and peaceful place, white and whose surface was like water without getting it wet, Kurabe could suddenly discern a white figure not far from her, who seemed to be talking to another being similar to Kurabe… maybe that thing know something

/it was time for them to interact>:3/

(YAAAYYY)

Curious about both of these beings, she began to walk forward carefully, making note about the strange properties of the water around her, assuming that she wouldn't be able to freeze it if she needed to defend herself. Despite this thought, there was a calming aura to the area. Whether it was because of the... whatever those beings in this area were or because there was no chance of complete darkness, she wasn't sure.

She arrived in front of the figure and cleared her throat before speaking.

"Hello there, my name is Kurabe, a member of the Organization. Could you possibly tell me where I am?"

[waloeders]

it is also just now sinking in that im 24 😭 brother u have been 24 nearly 24 hours. what in tarnation etc etc oh god i gotta update all my socials thats stinkyy

[the-darklings]

the last word of the fic is stardust are you kiddingggggggg

The last line I always had in mind, hence the mirror to first line in the fic, but “stardust” was an addition later on when the pet name became a thing (which I think was about part 4/5).

The kiss was a last second addition altogether. Originally I wasn’t going to add it in because it didn’t feel necessary (for them or for us to know how they feel) but it was earned, so I decided to be nice since it has been a thousand year slowburn lmao. Had I had more time tibyim would have been longer and I really would have milked the thousand year concept to its fullest. Here you got the key moments. There were so many in-between.

[sparfloxacin]

helloooooo here's a twink!Mattson spam to spice up your Saturday 💖 ...inspired by something reminding me of his twink era last night, and as I was browsing pinterest for twink!Mattson pictures I couldn't help but think how there's just no way in hell he isnt' at least a liiiiiiiittle bit... you know 🥰

to further support this argument, I have categorized the pictures as follows:

exhibit 1: flannel queer

exhibit 2: denim queer (+ an honorary mention to the red (or hot pink?) heart socks)

exhibit 3: striped trousers queer

exhibit 4: The Bandana™

exhibit 5: Sits Like A Bisexual

exhibit 6: just soft <3 (or: just random pictures I couldn't categorize but wanted to include anyway)

BONUS!! a twink being adopted by a group of emo nerds 🥺🤲

extra bonus: I just think it's funny how this was his posse back in the days (apparently):

...and this is his posse now:

and honestly? I love that for him <3

Ooohhh I really love twink!Mattson! 🥹💞 and you are so right, he must be at least a little bit you know 😌

he looks so soft in a flannel 😭 and the backwards cap really adds something to it, like he really tries to be a bad boy but is a soft boy nevertheless 🤧

and oh my god the red socks and the denim shorts?? now THAT is a queer coded outfit if I’ve ever seen one 😳

nooo the posse change 😂😭 and aaahh him getting kidnapped adopted by the emo nerds 😭🥺💗 love how no matter how hard he tries (or tried) he just can’t hide his twinkiness 💞

[starshuas]

Why have I not interacted w u this is a crime

idk why u havent bbg 😔 JAILTIME FOR U CIENCIEN 👹/j

BUT it's been soo long ciencien i missed u sm baefy😔💔

HRU POOKA DOOKA ?!?!?

[ao3screenshotss]

in advance, I’m very sorry. I have just submitted my life’s work to you. Apologies.

i’m sorry i think i only got one? either something happened with tumblr or you just haven’t submitted yet - first one is not so great, but second one a-okay 👍 i will wait :DD

99 (or 101) screenshots is not a problem i’m just happy to get them!!

[cerise-on-top]

hey!! So, about Bombshell, his pronouns are he/they, sorry for not clarifying!! :p their personality is like Hobie Brown from ATS, basically just an anarchist who goes against higher ups. They are very loyal, as their family gave him up as a kid, landing in the hands of moths who worshipped a moon god. Not traditional with the type of moth he is (brown moth). And so, he has been somewhat judged for this, that and how he has no wings that can fly, but he is loyal to his family for taking him in and loyal to the Shadow Wizard Money Gang (yes, that’s the organization name) who took him in as well. He can be intimidating, most of the time, again due to his height, but also in that he doesn’t talk much. (Opposite of me. When he does, he can sound intimidating, despite his voice, as he makes threats and such to the enemy. But if he likes you, he will always give you hugs or head pats. :)

Awh man, I love Bombshell, he's so very cool! Where did they get their nickname Bombshell from, though? Because while it may sound really cool, it's also so very different from his real name :o Would he ever want to fly? It's fascinating that he can't, but I wonder if he ever dreamt about doing so before! Also Hobie Brown is such a cool character, I loved that guy in ATSV! So I can already tell that Bombshell is a lovely moth lit! Now that I have some grasp of what they are like, I do agree that them and Arya would get along! Arya is a little bastard and instigator, though, so you can expect her to go along with something stupid and chaotic, or even suggest such a thing! Your session sounds like it must have been a lot of fun, especially if you made up an organization called Shadow Wizard Money Gang! Also!! Hugs and headpats :D Who doesn't love that sort of thing!! That makes me like him so much more too!!! He's great and I love him!! Have you ever drawn him or have you ever had someone else draw him? :>

[hanafubukki]

for the fic writing ask game ^^ 1, 4, 16, 34, 41, and finally, 49 >:DDD looking forward to your answersss

[From this Writing fic ask game]

Hello Trau 💜🥰💕

Thank you for sending this in 💕💕

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

I had to think on this one because which one do I choose? and my writing style changed so many times too, but in the end I decided on: I Suddenly Became The Mother of the Red-Rose Tyrant?!

It's my latest work and it was such a self-indulgent work and I am so proud of it 🥰🥰

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

Does this mean the fic I would recommend? or any fic? Let's go with the fic I recommended, I just love the ending. I felt like adults need to take account for their actions and it was needed in that fic and that relationship. I'm trying not to spoil lolol

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

*unfurls long list* So...How much time do you have?? lolol I love to read many many AUs and tropes but the AUs that I will always love is: Soulmates, arranged marriage, royalty au, Reincarnation au, omg visiting the future, time travel au, children coming to the past, and I could go on forever 😂💜

34. What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life?

Most of my fics are based on ideas or daydreams I have throughout the day. Most of them are very self-indulgent and comforting fics to me. Like  Bookish Delight was written when I felt especially soft for sebek and wanted someone to have a book buddy romance with. Just a Bite 🍓 and “I Want to Bite Your Ears” was written when I felt in a comedic type of way with certain characters and omg I didn't know I wrote two fics with biting but yeah, its mostly self-indulgent stuff, especially with my flower language fics too.

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

You can't tell me to link you a fic and just choose one so... *unfurls longer list* (these are not in any order 💕💕 I am literally going down the list in my head lolol)

Armband by @dulcesiabits I love reading this one. Its such a cute story and the competition and how the boys just basically want to be number one and I remember at that time, I was felt so intune with MC and how they wanted to belong so fics like these was a fave and I am so soft for twst characters damn it.

Mission failed successfully by @traumxrei-archive okay, I know I told you before but this fic made me laugh and it was so freaking cute and I remember it was during a time that I really needed a laugh and this fic just brought that more and I went "I love this writing and this person is cool and nice I want to follow them." it's still one of my faves that I come back too.

the stories told, the charm you hold by @zgvlt I wish I had the abilities Nath has and this fic is such a fave, literally the reading buddy romance was a direct hit to my heart. I was especially soft for sebek the day I found this fic.

in honor of our dying sun by @auugustus when I say this story hits every niche I have? it really hits it! stars and moons, time travel, love over time? beautiful! I am bracing myself for the angst though because I feel it to my bone in this fic

Meeting Our Future Children by @nanamisflowerfield her writing is so soft and I love it and I love this trope and she has such a comforting style too.

Lucky Ending by @mobagehelllocal I will never shut up about Lala's writing. she will literally have to tell me to shut up or sow my mouth shut. The first story I read from her was Can you Even Lift Bro? was what introduced me to her, but Lucky Ending just made me fall in love with writing again and the idea of love.

Baby Crazy by @streimiv THIS story was one of the stories that I first read in twst and made me go down the endless pit that made me love lilia. Strei's other works with Malleus and Vil are so good too and put me down that pit as well.

Prince by @leafity-writes I remember reading this and going 'wow' this is so precise and so in character I wish I could write like that. It says so much but in so little words. the hidden meanings you know?

I'll stop here because this list is never going to end 😂😂

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

I am SO glad you asked! I love sharing excerpts and am quiet evil at times 😂💕 from what my friends say but I will try not to be...try..

each one is different fic btw 💕💜

"I just didn’t know I could miss my husband when we are under the same roof.”

“Mind telling me why both Sebek and Silver are boiling tomatoes and Malleus is straining the juice…in a rather obsessive manner?”

"I don't want to break up with him." "Then why would you?"

"The way the rain made his carefully gelled hair stick on him...damn, he was hot."

Thank you again for sending this Trau 💕💜🥰, I had so much fun answering it 🫶❤️