#thank you crow anon

[soaps-mohawk]

To hop on previous ask, can only omegas get pregnant? What about female betas like Dr. Keller? If she had a mate- alpha, beta, or omega- who was male, could she feasibly get pregnant? I know there's fics where a/b/o were like a secondary gender so a man who presented as an omega might get pregnant because they have both sets of parts- though i've seen some backlash on that from people calling it transphobic, but that's neither here nor there.... woops, let that train get away from me XD anyway, i would be curious to hear your take and/or how that might work in your version, or even just your version in this particular fic. Are Betas basically seen as the enders of family lines? Oh oh! And how does the passing on of family lines work? Is it strictly patriarchal where the sons' names are always taken by the bride or is it the alphas, male or female, who "continue" the family line? I'm thinking about Mulan 2 where because she was the only child, all of her ancestors would no longer be honored because she'd have to go to her husband's ancestors after the marriage (meaning Mushu would be out of his guardian job- again- which of course leads to highjinks of him trying to break them up before the wedding, and here i am getting distracted again...)

Sorry for the long and rambly ask. Hope you're doing well, or at least taking time to recover if things aren't going as well as they could be. Remember, you are important, and you don't have to "earn" rest, nor do you have to have anything "bad" happen to earn it either. Idk if i said that right, but i'm gonna stop 'cause this ask is too long already XD

<3<3 - crow anon

Alphas, betas, and omegas can get pregnant! It's just omegas that are only fertile during their heat cycle, but they can get impregnated by alpha, beta, or even another omega during that time. Alphas and betas are more like us regular humans, as they can get pregnant at any point and don't rely on a heat/rut cycle for fertility. Though the standard pairing is alpha/omega (and that's what gives the status of purebred for alphas and omegas that have that parentage), as we've seen in the fic there can be alpha/beta pairings (Price's parents), or beta/beta pairings (Gaz's parents), and like in the last ask, in a larger pack you might have beta/omega or even omega/omega pairings.

Things like adoption, fostering, surrogacy, and (for the rich) IU and IVF, still exist in the world of the fic. Let's take Laswell and her wife for example. They're both betas and if they decided they wanted a pup at some point, they could go a lot of routes like adoption or IU or surrogacy. With the IU/surrogacy options, they'd have a choice of an alpha or beta donor (if they cared about the potential presentation of their pup later on, which I don't think they really would.)

And I know someone is going to ask, if the omega has male anatomy, and the alpha has female anatomy, the omega will be the one impregnating the alpha. Male omegas still go through heat cycles, but it's more like a male alpha's rut, and they're still only fertile during the heat cycle and could only impregnate their alpha during that time. The male omega will still feel the intense instincts to care for the pup, even if they themselves didn't birth the pup. Same with adoption at any age (I think I did talk about this at one point), omegas will develop those intense instincts to care for pups that aren't their own. Even from outside a pack.

As far as family line goes, that's a bit trickier. It really depends on the type of pack. The more normal, small pack with just two people would be closer to what we'd expect from a marriage in our world. In traditional alpha/omega packs, the omega would take the name of the alpha, and that's probably the case in most alpha/beta packs too. Beta/beta packs it would probably be whichever has the cooler name lmaoo, or they might just keep their own names. It's kind of just up to personal preference.

In larger packs though, obviously you've got multiple people with multiple names and they're not just all going to take the pack alpha's name (as we see with the pack in the fic, they don't all have Price's name). Some might choose to do so, for many different reasons, but it's less expected of them versus like in a traditional pack. Omegas might, simply to show off status/claiming. There wouldn't really be any benefit to it, like they wouldn't suddenly have rights because they're mated to an alpha or part of a pack. Just like in marriages in our world, it's a simple paper that shows proof of claiming and then if the parties change their names/etc that's entirely up to them.

I hope this makes sense lol I could write a whole novel about this stuff lol.

[squuote]

I love your stanley so much. He's like a new species of animal to me.

THANK YOUU he is such a creature to me forever and always.... i am always saying thiss and ur literally so true. he's the guy who poses for pictures with his pet who looks like they do NOT want to be there.

[sickosdotjpg]

[ocs] between the two of them, they almost have an entire outfit

(pls don't reblog to non-kink blogs!)

[bird-likes-to-board]

Lovecore Aesthetic Nina Zenik moodboard! requested by anon <3

[jackwolfes]

oh oh oh!! could I please request a wesper drabble for 5/6/73? any or all or a combo if any of those call to you in any way! love your writing <3

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” / “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” Prompts: [1] [2]

“We shouldn’t be doing this—”

Wylan snorts into the curve of Jesper’s throat, unable to help it. Jesper whines at him for it, but (Wylan notes this with complete pleasure) he doesn’t take his hand off of Wylan’s waist. Under the thin fabric of his t-shirt, his palm is warm.

“Merchling, I mean it—” 

Wylan nips Jesper’s throat just to be petty, then pulls away. “Ghezen’s hand, Jesper, why else are you naked in my bed?”

Jesper gives him a flat stare. “I already told you.”

“Well, I spilled kvas on my shirt is not a very good explanation!” 

Jesper takes the time to readjust where he’s lying flat atop Wylan’s mattress, leaning into the weight of his elbow and taking his hand off Wylan's waist so he can lift his fingers one at a time where Wylan can see. “First, it was a dress. Second, it was a lot of kvas. Third, I don’t think that you would have liked finding me in the middle of your bedroom with my dick out any more than you liked finding me under your bed sheets. If I were you, I’d be grateful that I bothered to hide instead of flashing you.”

It takes Wylan pressing his lips together tight enough to pinch for him to keep quiet. He imagines that he would have liked finding Jesper standing fully naked and unabashed quite a lot, actually. Then again, he did also like finding out that Jesper was naked under his sheets, too, once he was sure that he was on his own and hadn’t snuck away from Wylan’s birthday to shag someone in his bed. 

Too curious for his own good, a dozen more questions buzz for attention in Wylan’s head. Where are your tights? Why didn’t you go to the bathroom? Did you really come to my birthday party without wearing any underwear? Can we put all this behind us and take this further, please? Why don’t you think we should be doing this? 

Much to Wylan’s dismay, that last one rings loudest in his head. He sits back just far enough to give Jesper a little bit more space, although Jesper doesn’t sit up properly. 

“Do you want to stop?” 

“Saints, no,” Jesper blurts out. A look of concern flickers in Jesper’s eyes, blink and you’ll miss it quick, but Wylan sees it anyway. “Unless you want to—”

“I don’t,” Wylan interrupts. “You seemed like you wanted to stop!”

Jesper groans. “Oh, Nina’s going to kill me for this. There’s meant to be a surprise. In about—” He glances at the little alarm clock on Wylan’s nightstand, then winces. “— two minutes ago. Saints, I’m dead.”

Wylan’s eyebrows raise. “A surprise?” 

“It’s your birthday, kid. We weren’t just going to not surprise you.”

Gently, Wylan’s cheeks heat. “You did surprise me. Pretty spectacularly, Jes.”

He can’t say that he ever expected his birthday party to culminate in his best friend completely naked in his bed, or for that discovery to devolve into them senselessly and desperately rutting against each other, but he hardly minds. Jesper has been the object of his affections for months, if not years, and the idea that he would ever feel even slightly the same is quite possibly the best birthday miracle Wylan could have hoped for. 

Jesper doesn’t say anything, but he does get that grossly smitten look in his eye that makes Wylan’s stomach flip. He gnaws a little nervously at his bottom lip. “So you want to keep kissing me?” 

“Of course I do,” Jesper says, as if the notion of thinking otherwise is perfectly ridiculous. “I just don’t want you to miss out on your birthday gift.”

Affection blooms spectacularly in Wylan’s chest, which makes it incredibly difficult for him to pull away, but he manages — somehow. “Okay,” he finally says. “I still have questions—”

“When don’t you.”

“— but I suppose they can wait for later.” 

Jesper blows out a breath, looking a little flushed. “Later. Sure.” 

Privately, Wylan smiles. He sits up, willing the flush on his cheeks to calm. Jesper’s dress is hanging by the window to air out — and, in his defence, it does look like there was quite a lot of kvas. Wylan can just about spot Jesper’s fishnet tights on the back of his desk chair, too, which at the very least answers one question. 

He turns over his shoulder to look at Jesper, lying flat in his bed with a blanket haphazardly pulled over his crotch but not doing much to hide the fact he’s half-hard, or the beautiful expanse of dark skin from his bare chest. Wylan gives Jesper a happy little smile. 

“Later,” he confirms. “After you’ve given me the rest of my birthday gift.” 

Jesper lifts his eyebrows. “Who says I got you a present?” 

Wylan’s smile grows. He reaches behind himself and trails one finger slowly down the middle of Jesper’s chest, delighted by the way his mouth falls open and the sound of his weak, breathless little moan. He stops right before he gets to the edge of the blanket, and all it barely hides. 

“You little minx,” Jesper says weakly. “I changed my mind. Nina can wait. Stay in bed.”

“No, Jesper.”

“But—”

“Later.”

Jesper groans. “Oh, I hate you.”

Wylan laughs. “It’s my birthday!” 

Before he can stand Jesper shoots mostly upright, grabbing hold of Wylan around the waist and pulling him into a deep, dirty kiss. Sparks fly in the corner of his eyes and make him dizzy. This is the best birthday he’s ever had. 

“Alright, birthday boy. Ever had a birthday spanking before?” Jesper mumbles against his lips. Yeah, Wylan thinks, the best birthday he has ever had.

[malusmagpie]

Anakin dropping everything to take care of you because you’re sick

I JUST HAD SURGERY AND OH MY GOD I NEEDED THIS.

Okay enjoy 🫶🏼

Anakin was on a quick mission when you were leaving the house to get your surgery. He had promised he’d try to make it back before you woke up, that he would take you home. You weren’t surprised when you woke up to Ahsoka looking down at you. You blinked a few times and let out a sigh. “Before you get upset he sent a message!” She said urgently as she pulled her HoloProjector. You smiled at Ahsoka as you saw the boy you loved come through. She knew what was going on between the two of you, though she’d never tell. She was a loyal friend to the both of you and you adored her.

“I’m sorry, my love. I am being held up by Obi-Wan. He wants me to make sure you chancellor is alright even though I just saved him. My heart aches because I can’t be there and I need you to know I’m leaving as soon as I can so I can hold you. So I can make you feel better. Ahsoka, do not let her do anything, get her straight to bed and watch her to make sure she stays there.” Anakin’s voice rang through the room and you laughed coarsely at his attitude showing even when he was sending you a nice message. Your throat was still dry from the oxygen mask they gave you while you were under anaesthesia. Ahsoka scurried over to the small table in the corner and poured water into a small glass before bringing it over to you along with the wheelchair that was sitting next to the table.

“I don’t need that-” You began as you pointed at the wheelchair and she shushed you, shoving the water toward your face. You smiled at her the way an older sister would smile at her younger counterpart.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Y/N. Drink this and let me get you in the chair. There’s a transport waiting to take you back to your apartment.” She said, her ‘stern’ voice made you blow air out of your nose amusedly as you took the glass and raised it to your lips. You drank it like it was your first time drinking water and she topped you up. You downed the next one just as quickly before setting the empty glass next to you. You weren’t going to able to argue with her, if Ahsoka was given an order from Anakin the last thing she was going to do was go against it. That fact made you feel safe when you knew they were on a mission together. They would come home no matter what if it was the two of them.

You began to sit up and her hands immediately found your back to help you into the wheelchair. You rolled your eyes. “Snips.” You started and she shooed your words away with her hand as she watched you settle in. “You don’t have to treat me like I’m broken.” You laughed.

“Master Anakin said to make you comfortable. I know you don’t like being helped but I am going to help you whether you like it or not.” She said, her voice rang with urgency and you let her have her moment. She began to roll you down the hallways and you felt every urge to cover your face or curl up into a ball. You didn’t know anybody on this planet, you only moved here recently after months of meeting with Anakin in secret after he completed a mission on your home planet and took a liking to you. You were a normal person with no known name on the large planet of Coruscant but you still didn’t want people to perceive you as weak. “Almost at the transport, Y/N. Take a breath.” Your thoughts were interrupted by Ashoka who could likely feel your discomfort.

She got you into the small cruiser with ease and piloted the two of you back to your small apartment. It wasn’t long before she was pulling you out of the chair and into your bed. “Ahsoka the place is a mess. I need to at least tidy for Anakin.” You began and she pushed you back against the pillow by your shoulder.

“No, Y/N. I’ll do that. If you’re not going to reason with me or Anakin, please just try to reason with your own doctor who said you needed to rest.” She looked at you with a pleading look and you sighed, rolling your eyes. Your lack of response was response enough and she smiled widely at you. “Thank you, Sa'mahr.” She said and you laughed. She often called you sister in her native tongue of Togruta when she was trying to convince you of something.

You laid back as she left your room, turning the lights off but keeping the door cracked open in case you needed help. You watched the night sky out of your window, the cruisers flew by and you sighed wondering if Anakin was okay. You heard Ahsoka shuffling outside, likely tidying up the mess you made when you woke up late to get to your surgery. C3PO decided to wake you at the last second and you left a hurricane of a mess behind you as you rushed into the cruiser he had ready for you that morning. Your eyes began to feel heavy and you drifted into a very gentle sleep. The pain medication worked. You didn’t even hear Anakin sneak into your room sometime around dawn.

“Thanks Snips, get home and get some rest would you?” He whispered to Ahsoka as he’d gotten home. She nodded tiredly and left without question. He took off the majority of his clothes, he knew you hated ‘outside’ clothes on your clean sheets. He crawled in next to you and his gloved hand brushed your hair from your face causing your nose to scrunch. The notion made him smile and he placed a long lingering kiss on your forehead causing your eyes to flutter. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” He said against your skin and you hummed.

“I missed you, Ani.” You whispered as you felt his arms wrap around you. He held you close to his chest as he sat against the headboard of the bed. His skin still smelt like soot and sweat from whatever mess he’d found himself earlier and you found yourself inhaling deeply. Despite the scent most would find offputting, you could still smell him. His flesh hand raised to your head and brushed through your hair.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I thought I’d be here. I can’t seem to forgive myself.” He started and you shook your head.

“You’re here now. I’m okay and so are you. That’s what matters.” You whispered. “I’m not dying, Ani.”

“I know but I made a promise.” He sighed. You shook your head, you knew when he got like this you just needed to stand your ground until he snapped out of it. He looked down at you, his lips curling downward as he strained his neck to stare at the side of your face. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered.

“Or so you say.” You laughed as your fingers traced circles on his chest as it rose and fell gently.

“I do. I do say.” He rolled his eyes at you and raised your head by placing his fingers under your chin. “I got you breakfast.” He smiled. Your eyes lit up, it always excited you to see what kind of food he would bring you from wherever he went. “Just the sweet bread you like.” You smiled at his words.

“Can I have some?” You asked and he laughed, grabbing it from the side table next to the two of you before handing it to you. You gasped and sat up quickly, wincing slightly from the stitches on your side. His eyebrows furrowed as he rested his hand on your shoulder.

“Take it easy.” He mumbled as you relaxed your shoulders. You opened the small packet and took a bite, humming in approval. “Good?” He asked, a smile pulled at his lips.

“Mhm.” You mused with your mouth full and he laughed. “I need to shower.” You said as you popped the last bit of the sweet bread into your mouth.

“I can help with that.” He smirked at you and your stomach did a flip. He ushered you toward the bathroom where he began to pull at your clothes gently as not to hurt you. You gasped gently when his fingers touched your skin and his eyes found yours to make sure he hadn’t hurt you. Once Anakin got your clothes off he wrapped a towel around you so you wouldn’t get cold and leaned over to turn the hot water on. The pants he was wearing fell to his ankles and he took you by the waist when the water was the temperature you loved.

The water was warm on your skin as he guided you under it. He stood behind you and let you lean back against him so you were both under the water. He ran his hands through your hair to allow it to soak up some water. His hands reached for the shampoo beside you and he popped the lid open, squeezing a little into his hand and placing the bottle back on the shelf before running the product through your hair. He massaged your scalp causing a deep, contented sigh to leave your lips. He placed a kiss on your shoulder before rinsing your hair and moving to the conditioner. He repeated the steps from before but instead of washing it immediately he grabbed the bar of soap to wash your body with as he let the product sit in your hair. It was surprising to see him take his time here, his showers were never more than a few minutes. He rubbed the suds all over your body, avoiding the sensitive part of you that had been stitched up earlier.

Once your body was clean he washed your hair to rid it of product and wrapped his arms around you. The two of you were silent the whole time, enjoying the warmth and each other. You felt butterflies at his every touch and you couldn’t believe you’d found somebody who cared for you so deeply. You turned yourself around to face him and looked up at him, he leaned his chin down to look at you. “I love you, Ani.” You whispered.

A smile graced his beautiful features and he pressed a kiss to your head. “I love you too, Y/N.” He responded without missing a beat. “Let’s get you dry and back to bed. We can watch whatever you’d like.” He turned the water off and grabbed the towel he had placed next to the shower. The rest of the days were filled with gentle loving and kind gestures. He didn’t leave your side until you were recovered.

A/N: I got a bit carried away on this one because it was really sweet. No smut bc u JUST GOT SURGERY. Smh. Also i was feeling fluff. I hope y’all enjoy this one 🫶🏼

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Sugu with glasses !!!

Those reading glasses boomers use would look so sexy on him… 😣

Him sipping on freshly brewed coffee early in the morning, working on his laptop/paperwork ❗️

Or late at night before bedtime, reading his fav novel with those glasses on and you just want to eat him upppp :(

SUGU WITH GLASSES SUGU WITH GLASSES SUGU WITH GLASSES SUGU WITH GLASSES

anon . i hope you realize how deeply abnormal i am about this concept . megane!sugu is CANON to me. he’s such a glasses guy . he deserves them. put them on pretty boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BUT WAHHHH I’M SO ☹️☹️☹️ him and his stupid sexy reading glasses….. sipping on an espresso and reading his book…….,, god . the idea of him lying in bed, a little disheveled, blinking sleepily and turning the pages slowly………. tucking you into his chest while he reads and adjusts his glasses…………. i feel fully insane . i WILL devour him .

[capinejghafa]

Hi hello! I was wondering if you have some good Kanej fics to reccomend :)

I love your gifs btw, thanks for sharing your work!

Hi!!!! I'm going to do something weird, but stay with me anon lol I have made a gifset of some fic recs, but are no means a full list of ALL the fics I have read for (i would be here all day). So, this is a shameless plug, but the links for the fics are in the gifset!

think of this as a starter kit :) as this is by no means me trying miss anyone... i just read a lot lol

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | were we meant to have a happy ending? (not in this lifetime)

if you're feeling sad :D

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | roomy, and drenched in sunlight

Everyone loves roomy @whatanybodygets also has many other fics... but i can't gif the ballet one. sorry :(

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | ghost maker

not 100% kanej but it does have nina and kaz accidentally bonding lol

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | A Ghost Girl’s Guide to Ketterdam

one of my intro into @oneofthewednesdays amazing writing. read everything.

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | The Four Seasons 

@totchipanda an absolute delightful person and the four seasons will be update eventually :D also, there might be more fics in this verse... maybe???

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | The Bastard Saint Of The Barrel

Would also recommend The Etovost Plague.... not a sequel! But it's def worth a read if you like Grisha!Kaz. Bastard Saint is Healer!Kaz and Etovost is Tidemaker!Kaz. Would recommend if you're in a vibe.

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | call it by name

will just say this is sad. this is very sad. BUT all of pyrrhlc's fics are sooo good. would also recommend latte art verse.

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | Call from the Grave

I couldn't make a gifset of the Ballads verse lol but @linearao3 is absolutely a wonderful writer. Also very mature ;)

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | All Kinds Of New Friends

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | My Dearest Inej

same writer, not the same verse! A_nonnie_mouse and feelinglikecleo are writers for Six of Crows Modern AU Collection (Samples-verse)

non-gifsets:

if i loved you less / i could talk about it more by hyperspecificplaylists

Not finished but the way this takes you on a rollercoaster of emotions. The author also uses racebend characters :)

i carve a crow into your skin, and know that you have given me your heart by pbandjeremiah

listen, i have read this fic so many times and i have the most intense emotions i love it with my whole heart. the summary gives a lot away but for sure worth it!

also....

AU | Kanej | Married | Insp by Fic

mhmmm... ok, so i added this one because i personally love it lol @marycontraire is off writing for other fandoms... but gdi the Stories About Crows is actually one of my favorite soc series. if nothing else, i'm really grateful that it exists <3

[theforgottencrow]

Tell one random thing about yourself then go on anon and asks your 5 most favorite moots this! (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

uhh let’s seeee…

I’m thinking about getting Therapy :3

———————————————————————Five fav moots ⬇️

@nightmare-verse, @the-goodest-boy-mrpickles, @weirdest-worlds, @izmaddieyt, @toffeebrew

[hydriad81194]

i would like to say that talullah adm is on tumblr for sure kkkkkkkkk during the bird house stream, when cucurucho gives phil the book with the line “better wake up before you forget how to” confirm it bc this line is on a post here on tumblr about a dream a girl had with a fish with human teeth who told her that AND ITS ONLY ON TUMBLR soooo she probs wrote that and is a tumblr girl lmao

she’s EVERYWHERE. I know that for sure. I mean, she’s a phil watcher, a crow. She flies over all of us and watches us cry due to the egg she plays LMAO

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16 /j https://www.tumblr.com/squuote/722231167405998080/alexanderpearce-ship-ask-game-1-who-would-be?source=share

16 and if the dog bit back?

sorry i took this actual serious, it was too tempting.. yall already know who's on my mind for this

[fortheloveofexy]

You've been in this fandom for a hot minute and have been answering other people's questions, so I figured you'd be the person to ask, but feel free to ignore this or just say that you don't know: what is the cardboard dog that Nora's referencing?

(Also your art is really cool and Into the Deep is fantastic and I hope you have a good day)

I have no idea!

I only joined the fandom in late 2020 after Nora first went AWOL, so whatever she's referencing is beyond me. If one of the older fans knows, feel free to drop the answer in the replies.

[mvshortcut]

i need to know whether you think each member of the society goes snork mi snork mi or snork mimimimimi snork mimimimi. this is very important to my current situation

Anon I've sat on this question for a while to reflect, as I believe it is a very weighty issue that has great relevance to our world today.

Here are my opinions as of now but I welcome discussion/friendly debate and am open to changing my mind:

Nicholas Benedict: "snork mimimimimimi ... snork mimimimimi..." etc

Milligan Wetherall: dead silence interrupted intermittently by the loudest and most frightening Dad SnoreTM you've ever heard in your life.

Number Two: doesn't get a ton of sleep, but when she does, she sleeps rigid, flat on her back with arms glued straight to her sides. usually silent, but if she snores, it's "snork mi snork mi" but in a very aggressive manner. Sounds like a wild boar preparing to charge.

Rhonda Kazembe: very soft "zzzzzzzz." curls up like a cat with her hands folded under her cheek. honestly kind of cute

Miss Perumal: "Honk shoe honk shoe" but somehow makes it sounds peaceful

Kate Wetherall: "HONK SHOE HONK SHOE" (loud. not peaceful.)

Reynie Muldoon: just. the most average, normal sounding snore you've ever heard. basically, "yup, that's a snore."

Sticky Washington: usually pretty silent, but also I think it would be funny if for some reason he snores loudly whenever Constance is sleeping in the same room. She would be so mad about it and may attempt to smother him with a pillow.

Constance Contraire: deceptively cute snore. alternates between "zzzzzz" and "snork mi snork mi." Sleeps with her eyes wide open.

Martina Crowe: is she snoring or screaming at a tetherball match in her dreams? experts are unsure.

Jackson and Jilson: Jillson says "snork," Jackson responds with "mi."

SQ Pedalian: generally pretty quiet, just a soft "zzzzz" that you can only hear if you get close.

LD Curtain: okay, I'm honestly stuck on this one. I do think it would be funny for Curtain to be sprawled in his evil silk sheets in his evil silk nightgown with his evil silk sleep mask and his evil 14 silk pillows going "snork mimimimimimimi" after a long day of trying to take over the world, brainsweeping children, and terrorizing employees. On the other hand, I just have this image of SQ coming into Curtain's room one night like "dad I frew up" and he's just hit with the loudest and most frightening/undignified "SNOUGHHHUHGUHHUGHHHHH" noise ever. SQ finally wakes Curtain up after 10 minutes of violent shaking and he's just [dignified sniff] "oh. hm. what do you want." Next morning at breakfast is unbearably awkward. Neither of them ever mentions it again.

Jeffers: "snork mimimimimimi." sleeps with his beloved childhood teddy bear. (same, Jeffers. same.)

Dr. Garrison: literally somehow just says the words "Snork. Mi. Snork. Mi." in a flat tone in her sleep

+ Bonus: I know he's a book character and I answered for the show versions, but I absolutely have to include:

Moocho Brazos: the physical embodiment of "snork mimimimimimimi ... snork mimimimimi..." Wears a striped nightgown with a flowery sleeping cap with a tassel. Probably carries a candle around if he needs to wake up in the middle of the night. Fluffy bunny slippers. Definitely drinks chamomile tea every night. Canonically goes to bed at like 7/8 PM.

[thegoldenharp]

How would the ROs react to a fake-out make-out situation?

lorcan: in his element, definitely plays up to the scenario but would be a little dismissive afterwards to maintain boundaries (depending on what stage this happens in, he may act a little more defensively or in a hostile manner - he’s actively trying to avoid getting feelings for someone)

robin: very sensitive, checks in with mc to make sure they’re alright with it - very gentle, very romantic, and they’re very gentle with mc afterwards - would be the most likely to want to talk to mc about it afterwards.

gray: it’s very awkward and they’d only accept if there was genuinely no other option. their lips are soft but that’s about it - very firm kiss, hands grasping mc’s clothes, as quick as possible. would definitely avoid mc afterwards - if they’re in a crushing situation, they might be more likely to write mc a note apologising for their actions.

grace: very stiff and wooden at first, sinks into the moment after a few seconds; very flushed afterwards, obviously stares at mc throughout the rest of the “day”, to the point where she will miss entire conversations.

lorelei: gets very into it, tongue and teeth, and will be very put-out at the thought of having to continue the rest of the “mission”

anthony: gentle, sensual, enjoys the moment - but then is immediately awkward afterwards.

derya: wouldn’t do it - they’d kind of position themselves to insinuate that it’s happening? but they wouldn’t want to engage with something like this. they’re always very intentional when romancing someone, and they wouldn’t want their probable first kiss with someone to be under false pretences.

[jackwolfes]

wesper, honestly right now i want some combo of 12 (in grief), 17 (to distract), and 30 (to comfort)

a kiss in grief, to distract and comfort

Of all the strange places someone could be in this ridiculous mansion, Wylan finds Jesper on the roof of the boathouse.

The sky is as clear as it can get in Ketterdam, which is to say not very, but there isn't any rain. Wylan doesn't think there will be any time soon, either. It's almost summer, anyway, and the icy storms of winter are long behind them.

A lot is behind them now, but it doesn't always feel like it.

Wylan spots Jesper from the living room. He'd been looking for him with concern growing slowly in his chest like a sapling taking root, but as he passed by the glass doors leading to the garden he caught sight of teal sleeves.

"How did you get up there?" Wylan calls from the stone path just below. Jesper turns around, seeming surprised to have had his strange musings interrupted.

"I sprouted wings, merchling. Like the Kheergud. What do you think? I found a ladder."

It makes Wylan roll his eyes, but a ladder is better than trying to scramble up using footholds in the ageing walls. He makes his way around the boathouse till he finds it, then clambers up to sit at Jesper's side.

There is no smile on Jesper's face when Wylan perches beside him. They don't say anything to each other for a long moment, opting instead to stare out at the canal as the world floats by. He spots ducks. It's been a couple of weeks since Inej left Ketterdam. In three days, Wylan's mother will come home. He has been counting down the days, itching for her return.

Wordlessly, Jesper leans backwards until his back rests flat. He stretches his legs out, too, turning his eyes up to the sky. Wylan watches him until he's still once more, then does the same, except he turns his head to look at Jesper. The profile of his face is truly beautiful. The shine of sadness in his eyes is unmissable, although Wylan knows he isn't going to talk about it.

"You know Matthias had a pet?"

Wylan refocuses on Jesper's face when he speaks, grey eyes still watching the heavens.

"A fucking wolf," Jesper continues. "Nina told me. How ridiculous is that?"

"Most Druskelle have wolves," Wylan replies. Jesper makes a half-audible huffing noise that Wylan thinks was meant to be laughter.

If there is one thing that Jesper Fahey excels at it is hiding his pain, but after everything Wylan can see past all his usual tricks — and either way Jesper seems too worn down by now to bother. He presses his palm to his eyes, chest rising as he inhales deeply like it's all he can do to stop a flood breaking through the dams of his ribcage.

With a sigh Wylan rolls onto his front, hovering over Jesper and staying close because he can do nothing else to offer comfort. Jesper wraps an arm around him and pulls him close, tucking his face in the crook of Wylan's throat. Everything hurts and nothing is okay.

Wylan kisses his forehead, then his nose. It's a paltry way of calming Jesper's tears but there's nothing more that Wylan can offer. He feels Jesper scrub his hand over his eyes — still clinging to Wylan with the other one — and leaves another kiss on his nose.

How it devolves into their mouths meeting and a kiss growing, Wylan isn't sure, but he knows that this is what Jesper needs from him. Lying beneath the foggy clouds and the stars they hide, Wylan kisses him, hoping that it can take Jesper just a few steps away from his pain. They'll need to talk about it before he tries and buries it again, covered with the bandages of bad decisions, but for now Wylan will do this. He parts his lips, working Jesper's mouth open so he can sink his tongue past his teeth. They shift and adjust till Wylan is all but straddling one of Jesper's thighs, kissing him into the surface below. As if to soothe himself or just hang on Jesper clings to the fabric bunched around Wylan's hips.

They stay like this for what might be aeons until naturally they start to slow. Wylan feels sadness of his own simmering and surging, grief welled up inside him too. He is just as lost as Jesper now, and doesn't yet trust the safety they've been promised.

"The money is going to hit your account any day now," Jesper whispers. Wylan has a feeling that that has something to do with the sorrow and the tears.

"I'll buy you something pretty with it," Wylan offers. "We can get a pet."

Jesper chuckles. "Like a wolf?"

"Maybe not a wolf," Wylan replies. "I was thinking more like a cat."

Below him, Jesper smiles. It is not exactly a happy smile, but Wylan can tell that it is an honest one. Jesper isn't hiding his hurt from Wylan — and that thought makes something scary start to beat in Wylan's chest — but for right now the sight of truthful emotion on his face is enough.

Wylan kisses him again, and hopes it helps.

[malusmagpie]

Another thought, Anakin and reader are both jedi and are stuck in a confined space(forced proximity at its finest 😌) and tension starts building and they start leaning in then its like

"We should stop"

"Agreed"

"We shouldn't do this. It's against the rules"

"Definitely"

"Ani-"

"Just kiss me"

I'm very lonely as you can tell

OOOOOOOH LORD.

They’d be on a mission together and the plan was to sneak onto a battle ship and find a Galactic Republican prisoner, a senator or something, they’re making their ways through the long hallways and they hear the ships commander coming down the hall. The only thing they see is what seems to be a small closet and they make no hesitation to run inside and close the door. Turns out the door only opens from the outside. They don’t wanna make a ruckus so they call in for backup when it’s quiet and Obi-Wans on the other side just so frustrated. “Every time I think you two are growing up you do something stupid.” He would sigh into the comms device and you both just shrug.

“Master you said you wanted minimal damage done. I avoided conflict like you said and now i’m stuck in a closet on a Separatist Battle Ship. I would have fought my way through, but nooo.” Anakin would smile through his words and Obi-Wan just ignores him and tells you guys he’s coming.

You both sigh and there’s barely anywhere for you both to stand without your bodies touching. “I kinda like this.” Anakin would look at you with a smirk. His idea of being a friend to you has always consisted of flirty comments. You were tired of telling him friends don’t flirt just for him to say “But I do so what does that make me?”

You would look at him and scrunch up your face in annoyance. “I’m sure you do.” He’d poke you in your side accidentally and you’d jump and hit his chest. He’d laugh. The banter of you telling him to move his elbow because it was digging into your bicep as you two tried moving around to be a bit more comfortable would go on quietly for a handful of minutes before he’d finally snake his arms around your waist and pull you close into a hug.

“This is the only comfortable thing we can do right now and you can’t tell me other wise.” He’d say in a hushed tone and the feeling of him hugging you would make your stomach do backflips, all you’d be able to muster up the strength to say would be “Okay..”

You’d look up at him and he’d be no more than a foot away from your face, only due to his height really. All he had to do was angle his head down and your lips would touch. I imagine you’d both be THE TINIEST bit breathless from moving around a bunch and also the close proximity you were in wouldn’t help the breathy words that would come from you both.

“Don’t.” You’d say.

“Don’t what?” He’d say with a knowing smile on his face.

“We can’t do that” You wouldn’t break eye contact as he inched his face closer.

“Are you sure?” His breath would hit your face and you’d shiver.

“It’s wrong. It’s against everything we’ve been taught.” You’d say as a last ditch effort but through the soft red lights of the equipment in the closet, he could see your eyes darting between his eyes and his lips.

“Oh absolutely.” He’d smile, so close now that if you spoke your lips would touch.

“Ani-“

“Do you ever shut up?” He’d press his lips against yours and squeeze his arms around you. Your hands would fly up to grab him by the shoulders, pulling him further down and closer while you stood on the tips of your toes.

He’d pull away and you’d try to chase him but he’d place his hand on your cheek. “I’ve waited quite a while to be able to do that.” He’d whisper. “I’m sorry it was in a Separatist broom closet. I’ll make the next one special.”

You’d blush. The next one?

AAAAAGGHHHHHHHHH

I love. Love. A relationship with him where you’re just friends and he’s a shit starter and you’re just constantly tired of him but secretly you’d be so upset if he stopped being the way he is and he knows it too. It actually lengthens my life span when i think of it.

Thanks for the ask, Anon!