#they’ve always been so cuddly with each other

[discalmnected]

Classes start tomorrow so I’m coping with some of my favorite malum pictures

[steddiealltheway]

Pre relationships, Steve becomes chauffeur for the fruity four. There’s an unspoken agreement that Eddie gets shotgun and Nancy and Robin sit in the back.

After Robin and Nancy get together, they’re always super cuddly in the backseat. They think they’re being super subtle when they “sneak” kisses, but Eddie and Steve make eye contact and roll their eyes every time.

Eventually, Nancy and Robin up the PDA to an unbearable point - especially for Eddie and Steve who are painfully single.

At a red light, Nancy and Robin are “quietly” giggling with their foreheads pressed together, “sneaking” kisses every few seconds.

Steve glances over to Eddie who is annoyedly running his hand over his face, and Steve finally breaks. “Okay, you two, maybe cut the PDA down three levels before you kill me and Eddie.”

Robin makes eye contact with him in the rearview mirror, glaring at him. "It's not our fault you two are lonely. Besides, we’re not that gross.”

“Not that gross?” Steve huffs out in disbelief. He catches Eddie shaking his head then notices the light is green. As he hits the gas, Steve asks, “Eddie, would you like to help demonstrate what their version of ‘not that gross’ looks like?”

Eddie head snaps up and Steve can see his big grin out of the corner of his eyes. “I’d be honored.”

Eddie leans over the center console and rests his head against Steve’s shoulder, stroking up and down the side of his arm. “Oh, Stevie, you’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. I’m so glad that I met you.”

Steve’s heart skips a beat, not realizing they would be using their names instead of the girls’. But he has a point to prove so he digs through his memory for the worst line he’s heard from Robin or Nancy.

“Eds, baby, have I ever told you how your curls drive me crazy?” He asks, gently grabbing at Eddie’s hair, recalling the awful memory.

Eddie kisses his cheek and stage whispers, “How much longer do you think we’ll be in this car?”

“Too long, baby, too long,” Steve says, stopping at a stop sign. His eyes flicker to the mirror where Robin and Nancy are sitting, faces bright red.

There are no cars around, so he turns to Eddie who is way closer than he thought. His heart flutters as he continues the bit, “Sweetie, have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?”

“They’re nothing compared to yours, sweetheart. I could stare into them for hours.” Eddie grabs a piece of hair and pulls it in front of his mouth, staring into Steve’s eyes.

Steve has the sudden realization that Eddie really does have beautiful eyes. He recalls the exact memory that they’re referencing and what happens next.

Steve swallows and asks, “What would you say if I told you I think I’d die if I didn’t kiss you right now?”

Eddie’s eyes widen slightly and his gaze flickers down to Steve’s lips. He stutters, “I- I would say… you- you’d better kiss me right now then.”

Steve makes eye contact with Eddie and raises his eyebrows, asking if they’re really about to do this. Eddie nods slightly.

Steve and Eddie lean in at the same time, gently kissing each other.

It should end there. It really should. Especially since Robin and Nancy had only “sneaked” a peck.

But one of them, or both, deepen the kiss. Maybe it’s because they’ve been single for a while, but, more likely, it’s because they both finally got the excuse they needed to cross that line.

“Okay!!” Robin yells.

“We got the point!” Nancy adds on.

Steve and Eddie break away immediately and settle into their seats. Steve realizes that he’s still at the stop sign and quickly drives away.

He looks up to find Nancy and Robin in the backseat sitting a few inches away from each other for once. They’re still staring at each other but actually whispering for once, eyes darting between him and Eddie every few moments.

Eddie’s knee is bouncing rapidly as Steve approaches the Wheeler residence. “Well, ladies…” Steve says breaking the awkward sort of silence.

Everyone is still for a moment, but then Nancy opens the door.

“Thanks for the ride, Steve. Uh, have a good day,” Nancy says nodding at him with an awkward, tight smile.

Robin salutes the pair and stutters out, “Have- have fun!”

Even after the doors slam shut, Eddie and Steve can hear Nancy say, “‘Have fun?’ That’s what you had to say?”

“I panicked!” Robin defends herself.

Nancy laughs and grabs Robin’s hand, tugging her inside her house.

Steve backs out of the driveway and makes his way to Eddie’s trailer.

“So…” Steve says.

“So,” Eddie agrees.

They sit in silence for a few moments.

Eddie suddenly asks, “You think they’ll stop?”

Steve laughs. “Maybe for two days. But after that…” He cringes.

“What if…” Eddie trails off.

“What if?” Steve prompts.

“What if we… did that bit again?” Eddie asks then rushes to add on, “To get them to stop again.”

Steve hums and nods. “We could- I mean should. Yeah, we should. That’s a good plan.”

An awkward silence falls between the two again.

Eddie breaks it again. “Think we should practice?”

“Yes! I mean sure. That’s cool.” Since when did he lose his ability to flirt and turn into Dustin instead?

Eddie smiles and reaches over to rest his hand on Steve’s thigh. Steve swallows hard and rests his hand on top of Eddie’s.

Besides that, they remain silent the rest of the drive. Every so often, Eddie squeezes Steve’s thigh while Steve traces circles on his hand.

Steve pulls in front of the Munson trailer and parks. Eddie removes his hand from Steve’s thigh. They both don’t move.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie asks sounding slightly nervous.

“Yeah?”

“What if we practiced that last part again?”

Steve looks at Eddie with his eyebrows raised. Eddie stares straight ahead, knee bouncing, fiddling with his rings, and eyes wide as if he didn’t mean to actually ask.

“Hey, Eddie?”

Eddie reluctantly looks at Steve.

Steve takes a deep breath. “What if we did that last part for real this time?”

Eddie blinks. Steve doesn’t breathe.

Eddie nods.

Steve leans over the middle console this time and cups Eddie’s face, gently pulling him into a kiss. Eddie kisses him back, smiling against Steve’s lips.

Eddie pulls back and giggles. “We’re going to be worse than Nancy and Robin.”

“After everything they’ve put us through, I sure hope so,” Steve replies, laughing along with Eddie and kissing him again, glad that he no longer needs an excuse to.

[everythingharrypotterblog]

charmed [15]: 'padfoot' (wolfstar x reader smut)

a/n: HOLY SHIT GUYSSS. we're ALMOST NEARING THE END. enjoy this short lil part. its spicy, its sweet, its sad. it's rly been a journey and i am so not ready for it to end. as always, itd make me so happy to hear from you.

warnings: smut, mmf threesome, oral f! and m! receiving

series summary: set in the prisoner of azkaban, including its major plot points. remus and y/n get hired by dumbledore last minute to teach at hogwarts, defense against the dark arts and charms respectively. not wanting the students to know they are married, they navigate the challenging year through hidden glances, hand holds underneath the table and loving moments in their offices. even with all their efforts to conceal their relationship, their chemistry does not go unnoticed by the student population of hogwarts, who grow fond of the pair as they offer them some of the best classes they’ve had in a while. their relationship as newlyweds is strengthened as teaching the next generation of wizards unlocks a sea of memories of their love story. for the second time in his life, remus holds hogwarts responsible for some of his happiest memories. he’s given the chance to create them with the love of his life, y/n, who has taught and continues to teach him that every part of him is lovable, remaining forever under her charm.

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15.

1980. Very shortly after Y/N joined the Order.

“Dog.” Remus pointed out.

“Dog.”

Y/N and Remus were on a walk in a little London park. 

“I need to pet it so bad.” Y/N said. Remus chuckled, sneaking a glance at her.

And luckily enough, as they walked past the owner, the fluffy golden retriever with a waggy tail proved to be friendly, running over to Y/N and Remus.

“Hi! Hello!” Y/N exclaimed happily as the dog ran up to her, sniffing and licking her legs. “May I pet him?” She looked up at the owner.

“Of course.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet aren’t you— oh!” Y/N giggled, kneeling down and petting the dog, giving him good scratches everywhere and letting him lick her face.

Remus looked down on her with fondness on his face before crouching down beside her to pat the dog’s head.

“Have a great day.” Y/N smiled as they got up. The owner tipped his hat at them, and they walked away from each other.

“Big dog lover, eh?” Remus said.

“Yes.” Y/N smiled. “I just love them so much, they’re so cuddly and happy. They make me feel better every single time.”

“That’s really cute.” Remus said, refraining from saying “you’re”. They had just began being friends, he was way too shy to let his crush on her show just yet.

+

It was a Tuesday evening in November and a few Order members were gathered at Number 12 Grimmauld Place after a meeting.

“Hey Y/N, you okay?” Remus said as he walked in on Y/N in the living room, laid down on the couch under a blanket.

“Yeah.” Y/N replied. “Just traditional seasonal depression. It makes me want to hole up and do nothing.”

Remus took a seat at her feet. They stayed in silence for a little while until Remus sat up suddenly. “Wait here.”

He went to the kitchen where Sirius was and whispered something in his ear.

A few moments later, a big shaggy black dog burst through the living room, running straight for Y/N.

“Oh my GOD!” Y/N sat up immediately, closing her eyes as the dog jumped on her and started licking her face. “OH MY GOD, WHERE DID YOU COME FROM—“ She squealed out of happiness as he wagged his tail, nuzzling her and happily accepting her scratches.

Remus felt warmth fill his chest and cheeks as Y/N’s hearty loud laugh filled the room. He realized that he loved seeing her happy like this. And he did like that it was his doing.

+

The kitchen was filled with the clunk of glass Butterbeer bottles hitting the table, the crunch of biting into a handful of chips and loud booming voices.

“Y/N, your turn.” Remus said.

“Mkay,” Y/N said, leaning over to pick up a card. She read it, “Question. Have you ever lied to me and if yes, what was the lie? Hmm…. I’m gonna ask it to the both of you, can I do that?”

Sirius shrugged from across the table. “Okay. So a time where both Moony and I have lied to you?”

Y/N nodded, leaning back in her chair. She looked at the two, smiling. “This should be good.”

Remus and Sirius looked at each other, pensively. Remus burst out laughing. “Well, there is a big thing that we’ve been keeping from you…”

“What?” Sirius looked at Remus confusedly. Remus stuck his tongue out and panted, and Sirius threw his head back in laughter upon comprehending. “Okay, yeah, Y/N there is one thing.”

“What?” Y/N asked in anticipation.

“You know that black dog that Remus brings around whenever you’re sad?”

“Yeah…” Y/N raised an eyebrow. This was not where she expected it to go. 

“Well… it’s ME!”

Y/N spat out her drink. “The fuck you mean it’s you?”

“It’s literally me.”

“Shut up.”

Remus was laughing to the point of tears right now.

Sirius stood up, did a little twirl and transformed into the dog. Y/N fell out of her seat.

“WHAT? REMUS JOHN LUPIN, THIS WHOLE TIME THAT DOG YOU’VE BEEN BRINGING IS MOTHERFUCKIN JUST SIRIUS??? SIRIUS?!”

Remus nodded, unable to speak as he wiped the tears of laughter from his face.

“Hold on… SO THAT’S WHY THEY CALL YOU PADFOOT?” Y/N yelled at the dog. Remus let out a howl of laughter. Y/N was under so much shock that she didn’t even think of admitting that she herself was also an Animagus.

Sirius transformed back into human form and come up behind Y/N to hug her.

“I feel so betrayed what—“ Y/N laughed. “I let you sleep on my lap!”

“And you still can, darling.” Sirius winked.

Remus rolled his eyes. 

“What, jealous Moony? Get over here.”

Remus joined his friends on the floor and the three tangled themselves in some sort of three-way hug.

“Guys?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you guys.” Y/N said, voice muffed in their embrace.

“To friendship.”

“To friendship”.

+

Y/N found herself watching Sirius undo his long mane of hair and comb his fingers through the knots before he threw it back into an updo.

“Siri?” She hummed.

“Yes?”

“You have such nice hair.” She complimented him.

He blushed slightly. “Well, thank you lovely.”

He walked out of the kitchen. Remus, who was sitting across the table from Y/N, lifted an eyebrow. He put down his coffee mug and a mischievous smile came upon his lips.

“Dove…”

“Hmm?”

“Can you come here for a sec?” He asked, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs.

No need to ask twice for that. Y/N hopped up, and took a seat on Remus’ lap.

“What’s up?” She said, throwing her arms around his neck.

“Can I ask you something?” Remus said cheekily, tracing his thumb over the side of her hip. “Do you find Sirius attractive?”

That was not what Y/N was expecting to hear. She looked slightly taken aback. Her cheeks heat up. “He’s your best friend, Remmy!”

Remus shrugged. “I know. I just wanna know. I wouldn’t be offended you know, the opposite even.”

Y/N looked at him weirdly. Remus let out a shy chuckle. “I’ve never admitted this to you but… Sirius and I… we have in the past… occasionally…”

Y/N’s eyes widened.

“WHAT?”

That was even less of what Y/N expected to hear. “I’ve known you for a while now, and I’ve never heard of this!! What else have you not told me?”

“Just this, I promise.” Remus laughed, burying his head in her neck.

Y/N licked her teeth. “Damn. That’s kinda hot.”

“Really?” Remus lifted off her, reading her face for expression.

“Yeah…” Y/N said. She felt herself become shy. “And to answer your question, yeah Siri is cute. But you know you’re the love of my life, Remus.”

Remus smiled broadly. “I know. But it doesn’t mean we don’t get to have any fun, right?”

Y/N swallowed. She felt herself get aroused. And she knew that Remus would be able to smell it. It was a sense that had been permanently changed since his werewolf bite.

He did.

“You like the idea?” He whispered into her ear, hand sliding up between her thighs.

“Yes.” Y/N breathed, closing her eyes.

+

Y/N hummed to herself as she twirled around in her room in a bright red dress that she had just made herself. 

She heard the apartment door open and two pairs of footsteps walk in. It must be Remus with one of the other Marauders.

“Knock knock.” A voice said.

She looked up above her own reflection in the mirror. “Siri!”

Sirius came in and gave her a quick hug. “You’re the only one who calls me that.”

“It’s cute. Do you mind it?”

“No, not at all. What are you all dressed up for?”

“Oh, nothing. Just one of my latest boredom creations.”

Sirius hummed. “It looks nice.”

His gaze was respectful. It always was extremely respectful with Sirius and Y/N. He was like her gay best friend, except he wasn’t gay. At least not fully.

“Thanks.” Y/N smiled. “If I were to go out in this, how would I do my hair?” She pondered, going back to look at the mirror.

“Up. For sure.” Sirius answered.

Y/N gathered her hair up. “Like this?”

“Hmm. Yeah, but— may I?” He asked. She nodded and Sirius made his way to her.

He settled behind her and ran his fingers through her hair to gather it up in a ponytail. His fingers felt soft as they grazed her scalp.

“Like that.” Sirius said, holding the ponytail with one hand as his other came to rest on her bare shoulder. She felt her pulse in her neck dangerously close to where his hand was.

She looked at him in the mirror’s reflection. He met her gaze.

“Well, well, well, what fun are we up to here?”

Remus stepped in the room, jolting Y/N and Sirius apart. He let go of her hair and it came cascading down. 

“Hey!” Y/N whipped around to face him.

Although nothing really out of the ordinary had happened, the energy was different in the room.

“It feels like I’m interrupting something.” Remus chuckled, a hint of cheekiness in his voice.

“Course not.” Sirius said, plopping himself onto Y/N’s bed.

“I was just showing Pads my newest project.” Y/N gave a light twirl to show off the new dress. “You like?”

Remus licked his lips, stroking his chin. “Very beautiful.” Y/N grinned. From the side of his eye, he caught Sirius watching her too.

“Sirius, you like?”

Sirius broke off his gaze. “Hmm, wha- oh yes of course, our little bird’s quite the seamstress!”

Remus walked up to Y/N, greeting her with a hug. He leaned down placing a quick kiss on her lips. Y/N smiled through it.

She was about to pull away but Remus wrapped his arm around her waist. He slid his finger along her jaw and deepened the kiss.

Sirius looked away.

Y/N opened her eyes, giggling nervously. “Um, baby, Sirius is right there.” She whispered.

Remus opened his, glancing over at his friend on the bed. “Sirius, want to join?”

Both Y/N and Sirius looked at him, taken aback. They grew shy.

Sirius laughed it off, insinuating Remus played too much. But Remus didn’t drop the question.

“Listen, I don’t want to make any of you uncomfortable.” He began. “But… I do know for a fact that you two do find each other attractive.. and God knows it would be the hottest thing for me too. Maybe we can have a bit of fun?”

Y/N swallowed. She did not know what to feel except for a certain ache that began pooling between her legs.

“I- uh.” Sirius breathed. He ran his hand through his hair. He laughed, biting his lip. Y/N almost whimpered. “I’m down for anything if you are.”

Y/N let go of Remus. She nodded. Taking a hesitant step towards Sirius, she glanced back at Remus, who winked at her.

“Why don’t you climb onto his lap, dove, you love doing that.” Remus said, taking a seat in a nearby chair.

Sirius leaned back on his elbows, licking his lips as he watched Y/N climb onto him, a knee on either side of him.

“You’re such a pretty thing,” Sirius sighed.

“Could say the same about you,” Y/N responded as she ran her hands down his chest.

Sirius sat up, placing both of his hands on her hips.

“You can kiss her,” Remus grunted, thoroughly enjoying the sight of this.

Taking a deep breath in through their noses, Sirius and Y/N pressed their lips together. Letting out a moan, Sirius pulled her tighter against him, pressing her center to his.

Y/N cried out, the sound muffled by the kiss, as she wrapped her arms around Sirius’ neck and ground her hips under his hold.

“Merlin,” Sirius panted as the two pulled apart. “You’re exquisite. Can I touch you, sweetheart?”

Y/N nodded and Sirius brought both hands up, sliding up her ribs and coming to cup her breasts. He squeezed them, sending Y/N’s eyes rolling back.

“Such cute tits, oh I wanna see em,” he said, pulling the dress out of the way. He smiled when they were revealed to him, bringing his mouth to one of her nipples.

Remus loosened his tie from his corner, feeling hot.

“Isn’t she something?” He said, getting up and walking towards them. “I bet you’ve got Pads all hard and straining under there.”

Y/N grinned and nodded. “Let’s take care of that.”

She climbed off and Sirius undid his belt, pulling his pants off. Both Remus and Y/N kneeled down in front of him.

“Bloody hell,” Sirius swore again. It wasn’t even his birthday or Christmas.

He revealed himself. He indeed was already furiously hard.

“Gorgeous.”  Remus hummed. It had been a while. He placed a soft kiss on the head, licking over the slit.

Sirius hissed and squeezed his eyes closed. Y/N leaned forward, dragging her tongue down the base of his shaft as Remus sucked at the tip.

“Fucking hell!” He dared to look down, the sight of his best friend and his girl both sucking him off simultaneously enough to bring him closer over the edge.

He cradled both their heads with one hand, shaking and swearing until he finally came. Y/N wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “Wow”.

Remus smiled, catching his breath. His eyes darkened. He could smell Y/N. And she was sopping.

“You wanna taste Y/N, Padfoot? I promise you she’s got the prettiest fucking pussy you’ll ever see.”

“Hell yes.”

Y/N whimpered, squeezing her thighs together before switching places with Sirius. Remus climbed onto the bed behind her, pulling her dress off over her head. Her breasts were still pink from Sirius’ hands beforehand.

Sirius’ eyes trailed down to her stomach, to the navy cotton underwear that hugged her hips. She spread legs and revealed a wet spot that had soaked through. Sirius almost fainted.

“Aw baby, you’re this wet huh? Sirius teased. He brought a finger to the warm fabric, spreading it and pressing against her clit.

Y/N cried, throwing her head back and Remus was behind her to bear her weight. “Who got you this wet, huh dove?” Remus asked, looking at her panting face as she settled her back nicely into his chest.

“You. You two.”

Sirius removed his hand and replaced it with his tongue, licking along the wet spot and dampening it even further. 

“Oh fuck,” Y/N gasped, crumbling onto Remus. “Take them fucking off.”

Sirius slid her panties down her legs, her pussy so wet that it already dripped and stained the sheet beneath her.

“Open up darling, open up. Let Padfoot see.” 

He slid his tongue up her folds once and wasted no time brushing it over her clit, taking it between his lips and sucking it.

Remus ran his warm hands over her stomach, then brought them up to her chest. With the pressure of Sirius’ tongue on her clit and Remus’ hands on her breasts, she moaned in ecstasy and threw her head back on Remus’ shoulder.

She cried, a string of half-gibberish swears leaving her mouth. Remus’ hand came and caressed her throat, then he ran his fingers over her lips, parting them so she can suck on them.

“So fucking good.”

+

Present day. 1993, Hogwarts.

Y/N took a swig from her goblet of orange juice as she opened the Daily Prophet that was laying around on the teacher’s table in the Great Hall. The headline wrote: “Sirius Black, newly sighted near Hertfordshire”. She lay her goblet down and quickly turned the paper to another page.

She glanced over at her side. Remus was quietly enjoying his breakfast.

“Anything interesting?” He asked.

She shook her head. “Nah.”

[judeswhore]

The new years hey Jude got me thinking about this. Christmas day with Jude and his family and you’ve been snuggled up together when his mum comes in and tells you guys to get up that they’re opening presents. Your wearing matching pyjamas and when you get downstairs you’ve gotten sm presents from Jude and Denise. And you’ve gotten Denise such a special present and she’s all over you. Helping making the dinner and then sitting down at night watching polar express all cuddly on the couch and his parents are watching you because he’s just so infaturated with you 🥹.

side note can I be 💌 anon

i love shit like this so much :(( you’d woken up kinda early bc u and jude wanted to give each other certain gifts while it was just the two of u bc they were special and u just wanted to share that sweet moment together. so after you’ve done that ur just snuggling down together under the covers bc it’s so warm and u really don’t wna leave the bed. sharing little kisses like just having a lazy make out while ur tucked into the warmth and it’s all so cosy that ur almost falling back asleep. going through the day by joining in all their family traditions and u just can’t help but feel so happy and thankful to be apart of it and jude’s teasing u abt how mushy u are when u tell him, holding ur face and smothering u with kisses and telling u “we can make our own tradition one day. like always wearing matching fluffy socks” and that just has u grinning bc you’d forced him to wear the most ridiculous christmas socks ever. in the evening getting all cuddled up on the sofa to watch movies and jude’s immediately pulling u to lay down so he can lay on top of u and have u scratch ur nails over the top of his back. and ur both just so snuggled and his parents keep grinning every time they look over at u bc it’s so obvious how smitten jude is like they’ve never seen him be like that w anyone before. falling asleep together like that and they don’t wna wake u so u end up staying on the sofa till like 3am and then when u wake up jude’s offering to make u hot chocolate to go back to bed bc that’s usually what his mam wld do when he was younger and fell asleep during movie night

also yes ofc u can <33

[abiiors]

I’ve got a matty request if that’s okay? Just seen the video of matty singing about you with Carly at Finsbury Park and my heart is so full!! Could I request a fic where y/n comes to sing it on stage with matty and he’s all soft and cuddly and so in awe of her in front of everyone? No worries not, just love your writing and wanted to ask!!

something very small and mediocre at best but i'm trying haha. thanks to @toomuchracket for the name idea (you'll see which one 🤭)

god can you imagineeeee??? i had to look up the setlist of the show once again but i think it happens after they’ve performed the sound. you’ve been wired and you’re ready, waiting backstage, pacing nervously. five more minutes till you’re supposed to go on. a stage tech has already told you that and given you a little reassuring smile but it barely helps. there are fifty thousand people. fifty thousand. how are you even supposed to comprehend that number? let alone go out and perform in front of them all? so you just watch him on stage in his element. he’s dancing and singing and just being a star really. matty with a side of truman. your heart thumps in tandem with the beats of the sound, right in your fucking throat. 

the song ends, cheers go up, matty does something cutesy before his voice crackles in your ear. “ready?” 

you nod to yourself, throat dry, before realising he can’t see you. “yeah,” it’s barely a squeak. “yep.” 

there’s a very brief pause before he goes back to chatting with the crowd, being perfect as always. the people cheer along—it’s louder than anything you’ve ever heard before. matty knows you well though, because seconds later his voice is back in your ear. 

“you’re nervous,” he says. “it’s okay. so am i.” 

that makes you giggle a little. it’s matty fucking healy, this is what he does every night. yet you know he’s not lying when he says he’s nervous. the little tells are there; how he swallows roughly, and fidgets with the mic wire more than usual. on stage, jamie starts a melody on the piano. this is your cue, you realise. you’re supposed to walk on stage as soon as adam starts strumming the guitar. your body stays frozen on the side of the stage, and matty extends a hand, smiling as if it’s only you in here and no one else. 

you walk forward, only looking at matty and his outstretched hand, as adam starts strumming his guitar—a sweet acoustic tune. the cameras focus on you and matty, then zoom in a little to only show your face on the big screens—you in your flowy blue dress, complementing matty’s cream suit perfectly. a cheer goes up and stops abruptly as you look at the crowd for the first time. why did they stop all of a sudden? the reason becomes clear pretty quickly however. it’s not you, it’s the name that appears on the screen right below your face. 

your first name that everyone’s familiar with. and then healy. 

a collective gasp runs through the crowd before a cheer goes up so loud that you instinctively cover your ears despite having the noise-cancelling earplugs in. matty laughs and mouths something that vaguely looks like “the cat’s out of the bag” before he brings the mic up to his mouth and starts singing. 

“you are mine, i’ve been drowning in you.” it’s a beautiful acoustic rendition of then because she goes. really the most perfect song he could have chosen. and as soon as his arms are around you, you forget the crowd, the cameras. you forget the loud cheers and the thousands of voices singing along. all that stays is his voice and his arms and his smile. and the way he looks at you—eyes soft, almost pools of honey in the golden light that falls on him. it’s easier to sing this way when you’re just looking at him. 

it’s easier to the say “i love you” over and over again just to him. the easiest thing in the whole world. 

but matty knows how nerve wracking it is. and as your voice mix with each other, creating the perfect harmony, you sway in each other’s arms lightly, feeling each and every word of the song. you use your unoccupied hand to hold his, just something to ground you a bit more. and of course, he wastes no time bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss right above the ring you’ve chosen to wear so proudly today. a loud chorus of awwws goes up, making matty’s cheeks tinge pink. utterly adorable and heartwarming. 

and simply perfect. 

[reikarimaaa]

I’m bored and it’s 00:09 at my place rn so here’s some personal Gorillaz headcanons of mine. (and no there’s no specific order so enjoy ig)

// tw: nsfw, long long hcs, I’ll try to shorten these i swear that was a lie , ooc a bunch , oh and RussDoc //

// General Band hcs //

When Noodle was about 10, she’d always sneak into Russel’s (or 2-D’s) room to cuddle up with him whenever it was raining at night or if she had a nightmare.

2-D has the worst eyesight out of the four, even worse than Russel’s for some reason.

Noodle’s hair during Phase 1 (that weird buzzcut) is because of Murdoc’s antics; Russel told him to cut her hair as it was getting too long, and… it came out funky.

Noodle’s iconic helmet is gifted from Murdoc after he failed to cut the girl’s hair correctly. A walkman was also gifted with the helmet.

During the recording of TNN, 2-D just kept writing songs that always tied back to Murdoc; he tried to change said lyrics, but it just wouldn’t work, so he went with it (not that he minds much, anyways).

Noodle and Ace were childhood friends. First becoming friends after about a few months of living in Kong Studios up until the El Mañana incident, which caused them to cut contact for a long while until Phase 5, where they reconciled.

Russel and Murdoc had known each other for a long time before Gorillaz had even been formed, and they’ve been dating on and off during those moments before Gorillaz. Now with the formation of the band, they’re closer than ever.

Russel has given Murdoc a taxidermy of a crow in remembrance of Cortez, though it’s never been the same for the bassist.

2-D had played dress-up all the time during Phase 1 with Noodle; playing princess, having tea parties, even sleepovers!

When Noodle had her first period, Murdoc was confused as hell (and was briefly disgusted), 2-D was more curious as to why and how, and Russel just became the dad, buying her chocolate, bringing hot water bottles to relieve any pain, and he even buys her tampons and pads if she ran out (true dad indeed). Applies to every phase basically.

Del likes to play with Noodle whenever Russel lets him. It’s quite the sight, a little Noodle being taught how to gamble by one of the funkyphantoms living inside Russel’s body.

// Band members x S/O //

When you asked 2-D for help with doing the laundry, he accidentally poured in crack instead of detergent in the washing machine. Your clothes that were unlucky enough to be washed in that washing machine 2-D used reeked of drugs for a long while, and 2-D apologized profusely and even bought you new ones to replace the old ones.

2-D definitely likes it best when you walk together in a park holding/ linking hands; he feels that there’s a bond forming (and he won’t bump everywhere as he can’t see well at all).

2-D asked you out to the local chippy during your first date with him, and he tried his best to impress you, all calm and prepared and all. It’s just that special 2-D charm that always gets you.

Murdoc, who successfully coaxed you into entering his Winnebago with him, realized that it was all messy and definitely made your skin crawl. He tries to quickly clean it up, but it fails. At least he gave you a big, fat barrage of apologies and hugs for the mess.

Murdoc definitely does not do/ enjoy PDA very much, but whenever there’s S/O’s ex/ enemy nearby, he’d get all close and cuddly to you all of a sudden. You like it when he’s like this.

Murdoc would definitely take you to a fancy-enough pub for your first date with him; he even took a shower and he wasn’t too rude to everyone involved, and it was all just to impress you! If that isn’t dedicated, you didn’t know what was.

Russel… he accidentally spilled some animal blood on you when he was doing one his taxidermy projects. You said it was only a small splatter, but he offered to clean it squeaky clean, even if it isn’t very noticeable at best.

Russel likes long, cold walks during winter with you. He always says that the snowflakes falling are like you dancing and falling from above.

Russel during the first date would take you out for a picnic in the park, or perhaps a midnight stargazing experience with him. He’s more of a person who’s enjoy doing these little things with you, and it warms your heart. It does, really.

Noodle would collect little things like seashells or little scraps of things to make you a pretty bracelet/ ring/ necklace out of. Noodle broke one of these that she gave you earlier in the day/ month/ year on accident, and she treated you like a queen for the rest of the day, even if you try to convince her that it’s no big deal.

Noodle likes to go out and adventure with you into the woods, a creek, places like that and such in search of memories and little bits and bobs.

Noodle took you out to out to dinner at her place, as she thinks that this’ll impress you, and it did; her room was tidy, the food was amazing, and Noodle was just all around perfect. You couldn’t take your eyes off her, not even for a minute.

// Nsfw shit below //

Whenever Murdoc just wouldn’t shut up at times when Russel was too tired to have sex in bed, he would just let his cock sit in the bassist’s mouth; a semi-replacement for sex when the drummer’s too tired to do so.

2-D masturbates quite often, and whenever he comes, it’s always a fuckfest; his nice, clean sheets have these stains, and they’re permanent stains, mind you.

**Applies to phase 5 Noodle and above** Noodle enjoys self-care, and has quite the array of dildos at her fingertips. Usually uses them to relieve period cramps; she’s read somewhere that sex can, and it does the job well, for cramp relief or simple pleasure.

Russel absolutely dominates Murdoc in bed, but sometimes the roles are reversed. Murdoc and Russel definitely likes it when they degrade and fill each other up. (Breedy breedy degradation kink who???)

yeah there’s not much down here, but I’ll definitely try.

— hearts, Harami

[dearweirdme]

Hi anon who sent me an essay.

I'm not gonna post your whole ask, because it's clear you have not spend any time reading my blog. Most of your ask does not apply to me, and it does not apply to many of my followers, so please go and send stuff like that to places it does apply to.

There is one part of it I'd like to adress though, because you are pretty wrong about it, so let's go through that part together for a bit.

Through out the years, Jimin and Jk have found solace in each other. They’ve depended on each other and been there for each other.

Yes, as have all members. I agree that Jm and Jk have established a great bond. You are however mistaken if you think they do not share that closeness with others. Jimin and Hobi, Jimin and Yoongi, Jimin and Tae... all very strong bonds. All very evidently strong, and Jimin has even mentioned and specified those bonds as being special and important to him. Namjoon 'Hoseok is always nr 1 to Jimin'. Jimin who knows Yoongi will always pick him. Tae and Jimin being soulmates. Jk and Tae (shiping aside), Jk and Namjoon, Jk and Hobi, Jk and Jin. All very strong bonds, and all persons Jk finds strenth, comfort and solace in. All members have their preferences amongst members for different things I believe. I agree that Jm and Jk are close and share a lot of time together. They have found solace in each other, but they are not the only ones they find solace in.

Jimin has always been the first one to run to Jungkook when he felt Jk needed him (but i honestly cannot say this about Tae towards Jk). Jk has always run to Jimin first when he wasn’t ok.

You are being very selective here, and also very dependend on situations we have seen. And more importantly... you are presuming to know exactly when Jk wasn't feeling okay. What you do here, is take a few easily identifiable moments in which something happened and it was obvious that Jk was feeling off. You do not take into account that Jk's feeling off (and this goes for all members really) was probably not always showing (at least not in full force). I think all members probably had many moments in which they had to "act" as though they were fine. It is actually my believe that for some of their 'tougher' moments Tae and Jk were actually seeted together, or joined each other more. Festa 2022 for instance, Mama 2018 was striking, Golden Disk 2020, the 2020 Grammys. You take some moments when they were physically unwell and take that as evidence of them always running to only each other, yet you fail to realize that physically unwell can perhaps be less impactfull than being mentally unwell. Being mentally unwell does not always obviously show though.. so how do we know? How can we place any value at all on which member they go to first when feeling unstable if we are probably not even always able to identify when that unstableness occurs.

They have always in their own way protected each other and been there for each other when it mattered the most. Emphasis on “mattered the most”.

See the above. Your "in their own way" and your "mattered the most" are your thoughts about this, not actual factual thoughts.

This isn’t about going snowboarding or together, or going for concerts, or being cuddly, or hugging each other at concerts while vibing to songs.

Sure.

With Jimin and Jk, it’s always been them two showing how much they value each other by showing for each other when it MATTERED. Jk falling on his back during AHL, Jimin being the first one to run to him and tell him he was cool.

Okay.. what does this say about the relationship between other members when they react when someone falls down?

Jk crying about missing his mom, jimin being the one who finds him and tells him it is ok to cry. Jk being sad and going to the bar alone, jimin being the only one who realizes that jk is not around and goes looking for him. Jk feeling sick and collapsing after concerts, Jimin being the one who doesn’t leave his side. Jk choosing to spend a majority of his downtime with Jimin (nights). Jk choosing to give only Jimin a birthday present until he is called out by the other members. Jk doing things for Jimin that he doesn’t do for anyone else.

Again selective. BTS members care and take care of each other. Jk cries easily, Jimin to a lesser degree as well. They get comfort more often in general because of that. I have a few examples for you to ponder on.. Jm comforting Tae when he cried on and off stage and in Bon Voyage Malta. Members taking care of Jin when he had his hand injury. Tae drying Jk's tears. Jk clinging to Tae as soon as he arrived in BV season 1. Jk wanting to be roommates with Tae at their house. They all (!) comfort each other, if those moments you mention mean something.. then what makes them different from all other moments (and there's plenty!).

Jk himself saying that Jimin is the one who knows him the best. Jk himself saying that Jimin gives him the best comfort. This isn’t about looks, skinship, or friendly hangout (the things u taekookers hang unto to prove ur ship).

Ah, anon! You're talking about quotes from 2014/15 here. It very much shows how Jm was being a hyung to him. That says nothing about how their relationships evolved from then. They were also very clear about Tae being the person who helped Jk out of his shell, which is not something to be ignored, since that takes a lot of trust and closeness. You will find that members' answers will vary from time to time. From various instances though, it becomes clear that Tae and Jk do have a knowledge about each other that other members do not. The other members were for instance not aware about the text Yoongi sent to Jk and Tae.. but Tae and Jk did know about them getting that text. Tae and Jk know more about details in their lives, like Jk knowing exactly how tall Tae is and correcting Jm. Like Jk knowing Tae had his nails done. Like Tae being able to easily summ up things Jk likes. Like Jk knowing Tae's favorite food and whether he has beer in his fridge.

This is about Jimin and Jungkook being each other’s number one person when it matters most. They have proven this time and time and time again but y’all continue to look away. Y’all look away from the fact that at those moments when it really matters, Jimin and Jungkook just somehow find themselves at each other’s side ALWAYS!

You don't get to decide which moments matter most. They are importnt to each other, I absolutely agree, but there certainly is no ALWAYS! at play here.

Jk will choose to play games with V, will choose to interact with him more on stage, will cling to him during concerts, will seemingly smile at him more, but at the end of the day, Jk will choose to spend hours on end in Jimin’s room.

Again a selective use of moments. Just because it is mentioned that Jk hangs out in Jm's room doesn't mean that's what always happens. They are talking about a specific period, so you should use this moment only when it comes to taht specific period as well.

At the end of the day, Jimin is the one who Jk will openly sit his ass down for, for hours watching and missing. At the end of the day, Jimin is the one Jungkook will gravitate to when he is done goofing around with his friend and bandmate. If you don’t get this by now, i’m afraid you never will.

Ofcourse I never will, because it is just not true and evidently so. I very often hear that Jm and Jk treat each other differently... I think the only way in which they do, is that they spend more time together than they do with other members (except Tae). So there are more moments of them together, which to some (jkkrs) makes it seem like they're in a relationship (quantity above quality). But when you look at the way they act with others (quality) there is not actually that much of a difference. Jm will hug and comfort anyone. He is physically close with many members.

Jk will cuddle easily with Hobi, Jm and Tae. He is an emotional person, so he needs comfort often.. and many members will give him that. Jm being one of the main comfort givers, and also his close friend, means it will often be Jm.

So where do Tae and Jk differ? Tae and Jk though do treat each other different from other members. I have not seen Tae talk about any member as often as he does about Jk and I have not seen Tae touch any member the way he touches Jk. Tae touching Jk is exploring, calming, it's long in daration, it's intimate, it's without it meaning to be playfull or edgy or funny. Jimin does not touch Jk the way Tae does, and neither does Jk let anyone else touch him like that. When Jm and Jk touch there will very often be with a humorous undertone. Their moments are shorter in duration. You will see Tae and Jk basically hang on each other for minutes.. but Jk and Jm less. Those moments are usually shorter. When Tkkrs talk about Taekook no space couple... it's because Tae and Jk do sit next to each other more closely than Jk and Jm do (in general). Jkkrs also say this about Jk and Jm, but when you compare those moments they're different. It's posing for pictures, it's standing aside each other. It's not the relaxing into eachother Tae and Jk do. So look for the quality of moments and not the quantity. Jk will way more often search for where Tae is than he will with any other member. Even when Jm hangs of him, Jk will often focus on Tae (I cannot proof this though, because there simply is too much footage in general). Jk leans into Tae's touches and will usually not pull away, with Jm he does though (not in a "I hate it way" just in a "I need my personal space" way).

Jk does not look at Jm like he does at Tae. We've talked about this live (watch at 9:17), but that stare lasts 6 seconds! People brush past this so easily, but 6 seconds is super long to stare in someone's eyes. Seriously try staring directly into someones eyes for 6 seconds and see how that makes you feel.

The ease with which Tae and Jk get physically close without even flinching is really something.

(excuse the edit, I'm lazy today). I have no explanation for Tae and Jk at Dream premiere. Jk's flustered nervousness, Tae's pride... the way they look at each other... this was a moment for them, and I cannot come up with a platonic reason for why that would be.

All of the above is so much more than anything between Jm and Jk. And it's not like these moments are the only ones like this, it's an ongoing thing throughout many years.

[teaandransacking]

you put me on and said I was your favourite

A little something I wrote for the lovely @pillow-titties , who wanted a soft, sweet cuddly Sunday.

Words: 1k ~ Content: ten ply fluff.

The dawn light creeps across the bed in slow, splintery fingers, and Lucy blinks away the invasion before turning over sleepily.

Except, she turns into a warm, solid chest, not her pillow.

Because this isn’t her bed.

She startles for a second, and then Lockwood’s arm cuddles her close. He mutters something she can’t quite make out in that deep, crisp accent, and she leans up to gaze at him.

He’s all high cheekbones and long lashes - if you like that sort of thing - and he could be on magazine covers. But right now, she’s very glad he’s here with her, instead.

He lies atop the duvet, her under it. At some point last night, very late, she’d come here to talk. Lockwood had been sat on the end of the bed, scrawling out some notes in a pad, and she’d brought two mugs of earl grey with her, and the hours had stretched as they’d spoken about everything and nothing, and she’d decided she was too tired and lazy to climb the stairs to her own bed.

Evidently, she thinks, considering their positions, one of them is a cuddler in their sleep.

It’s obviously Lockwood.

She doesn’t mind a bit. He’s warm from sleep and his hair is endearingly mussed. Her hands itch to touch, but if she does that, strokes a few wayward locks back from his face, then she’ll truly be crossing the line from friends to something more.

They’ve been leading each other in this awkward two-step, maneuvering around the issue of whatever is growing between them, for months now.

George has more than hinted that his jumpers are getting static from all the sexual tension, but Lucy’s been hurt before, okay, not in a romantic way, but after Norrie-

Loving someone else and then losing them again; it’s not acceptable.

Lockwood, too, has a battered heart. It doesn’t always show on his face, but it’s there, dogging those beautiful cocoa-brown eyes, even when he smiles.

And she’d like to give him some light in the mantle of darkness he wears. Maybe that light would warm her a little, too.

She closes her eyes and settles her head in the curve of his shoulder; her hand over the steady thrum of his heart.

And everything inside her goes soft and sweet and still.

Lockwood’s chest rises and falls as he inhales deeply, and then she feels the gentle press of his lips to her forehead.

“Never took you for a cuddler, Lucy Carlyle.”

“Excuse me? It’s your arm around me, isn’t it?”

He seems extremely unbothered by her pointing this out. “So it seems.” He gives her a squeeze. “It feels inappropriate to say that I’ve long thought about waking up with you like this, but it’s the truth.”

Her pulse jumps at his words. “Well, I’d hate to object and ruin your track record of being such an inappropriate employer.”

Lockwood huffs out a laugh. “Dare I say that you like it.”

It’s not a question. He knows she likes his manner, she always has.

His gaze flicks down to hers, once, twice, three times, and she knows that he’s silently asking permission to kiss her, to cross that invisible line. It might not exist tangibly, but until recently, it’s been as visible to her as a circle of iron filings. Lately, it’s been getting harder and harder not to cross, and she’s running out of reasons to shy away.

The events leading up to the Bone Glass debacle have taught her that life as an agent’s risky. You court death some days, so it’s better to live while you get the chance.

She answers Lockwood’s silent question by lifting her face and pressing her mouth  to his.

He goes very still for a moment, and then he tightens his hold on her, pulling her closer, twisting his body so they lay side by side, and she fists the soft, sleep-warm material of his t shirt in her hand, her eyes fluttering closed, losing herself in the kiss. It’s soft and sweet and gentle, and then she parts her lips a little, letting him in, and their tongues touch, and the mood changes from soft and sweet to needy; yearning, and Lucy wiggles closer to him, the heavy fabric of the duvet separating their bodies.

With a soft little sigh, Lockwood pulls back. “I hate to say this when we are literally acting out a fantasy I entertain most days, but perhaps for now, we can just talk?”

Lucy pouts. “What happened to being an inappropriate employer?”

He closes his eyes briefly, and she watches him struggle for composure, and it is very gratifying. “Plenty of time for that when George isn’t across the hall. But - I’m not such a by the book employer that I’d mind him knowing we’re kissing.”

“Thank God for that!” Lucy enthuses. “I actually think he’ll be relieved.”

Lockwood threads his fingers through her hair. His gaze is gentle and warm on hers. She could dive into the softness of those brown eyes and never, ever need to surface.

There’s a smile in his voice when he responds, quietly, “Well, perhaps we’d better get some more practice in, then. Just so he doesn’t think we’re putting it on to make him feel better.”

It’s so ridiculous, so utterly him, that Lucy laughs, and pulls him back for another kiss, a soft, chaste one, for now.

Outside, the sun’s climbing over the horizon and warming them in their cosy little cocoon, and they talk and kiss and laugh and snuggle, and it’s the most perfect Sunday morning she could ask for.

[deerlottie]

b, t, and y with lottieshauna x reader :]

b = bed; what’s the sleeping situation like? are there regular sleeping arrangements - does anyone like to sleep alone? you're in the middle of a lottieshauna sandwich always :3 they LOVE to cuddle you and reach over to hold each other's hands ☹️ of course, they'll never miss an opportunity to boast a little if you choose to sleep on their side instead of the middle :p

t = terms of endearment; nicknames! who’s crazy on them, and who do they make cringe? what’re the go-to’s? shauna definitely uses more nicknames but lottie's cringy with them 😭 BUT YOU LOVE IT!!!! lottie pinching your cheek and calling you 'puddin' while you model clothes for her while shopping...you're bright red looking at shauna and she just shrugs while smiling. "don't look at me, sweet cheeks." jkfdjlsfj but the one they use most often would probably be '(baby) boy/girl' or shauna's go to which is 'sweetie' :P

y = yearn; who misses their partners the easiest (ie, calls them to hear their voices when all they’ve done is run to the grocery store)? a mix between you and shauna :3 shauna will always try to act so tough or chill but she's acting like a military wife and clutching her locket of you when you do as much as leave to go to the bathroom 😭😭 you always notice how much more cuddly and needy she is after you come back.... when lottieshauna do something together like go to the store or hang out with the girls, you're constantly texting them or the yellowjackets gc FOR SURE!! they're giggling and blushing at how much you miss them already and they havent been gone for more than 5 minutes. ur sending them selfies of you fake crying or acting sad and nat gets sick of it and replies to you in the gc with a bomb threat like 500 middle finger emojis

[shirefantasies]

hiiii, just wanted to say i adore your blog, and i hope you're having a wonderful day! i don’t know if im late to requesting a matchup, but if you’re still doing them, im 5’9”, bi, ace and female. I’ve played the viola for almost a decade now, even though i hate performing due to stage fright, i LOVE to read, mostly fantasy and mystery, and am a massive art history and architecture nerd. i collect house plants and knit and crochet for fun. i’m pretty shy but once i get out of my shell i am extremely sarcastic yet cuddly lol.

-🪴

Nope, they’ve been opened up! Hope you like The Hobbit because I match you with…

Bofur!

Performing your viola in a tavern, you can’t help noticing the eyes of one particular patron stuck to you like glue. Puffing on his pipe thoughtfully, he maintains an intense, beckoning gaze your entire performance. When the keep tells you you’ve a drink from a guest, there’s not a single doubt in your mind it’s from the bloke in the hat. A spike of nerves runs through you- that had been one of your first performances with an audience, and having any sort of reception only heightens the self-awareness you're trying to avoid.

Accepting your drink, you nod a thanks at the hatted patron, who naturally heads your way. "Never seen you here before," he remarks. "And you may not much still," you shoot back, "I needed a spare bit of coin, but I did not visit this town to perform." "What did you visit it for?" "To study some of the neighboring towns and help repair them. What I have always really wanted to be is an architect." Whistling, the dwarf gives a big smile, one that tells you exactly how blown away he is. "By my beard, I didn't know I was in the presence of a genius. Well, here's hoping I'll see your designs one day!" "Oh, I have some with me, did you want to-" "Bust 'em out, lassie!"

Bofur, as it turns out his name is, ended up being quite the fun company. Perhaps, you consider, you will return to that tavern after all. As it is, your work carries you deeper into town, or rather you should say its ruins. Burnt as the buildings are, though, your scans and sketches give you a good sense for the overall style and structure of the place once called Dale. A team of dwarves awaits your sketches of one of the larger complexes, accepts them, and you move on. One structure stands out to you immediately, the cutest, coziest little place tucked away at the side of a dilapidated marketplace. "Whose is this?" You ask the dwarf builders. One sets aside one final stone on the cart he is loading to reply, "That would be one of ours, actually, lass. Three fellas from the Lonely Mountain bought that one. Plan on putting in a toy shop, they said." Your heart is beyond moved. "I want to design it." "What?" "I want to design it. Can I speak to them?" Nodding, the dwarf shrugs. "Why not? Not sure what they have in mind. I'll send for them."

What are the odds that they bring forth Bofur? Grinning and still in that hat, the dwarf introduces you to his cousin Bifur and his brother Bombur. No strong family resemblance, but the three of them are clearly thick as thieves. Bofur himself begins talking up your skills immediately, calling you a master architect and a viola virtuoso to boot and making you giggle. He shows you some of their little pull-alongs and wind-ups, bringing further smiles to your face and compliments to your lips. “See?” He says to the others, shooting you a wink. “She’s even got good taste.”

They all unanimously love your vision for the shop and even help out with rebuilding, so you get quite close to the entire plucky little trio. You almost refuse all the payment they offer, giving you money for your design efforts as well as a cut from the crocheted dolls you’d let them sell. Your shelves were getting full from your hobby, after all. Each dwarf gets a handmade gift as well: thick, warm gloves for Bombur’s mining trips, a bag for Bifur to carry his supplies in, and a new scarf for Bofur, who throws his arms around you and swears he’ll never take it off. You take it as a joke, but he always seems to have it slung around his neck from then on…

They often let you work quietly, take your time to recharge and just pull you into the occasional question or joke. Thus, you’re certainly not expecting Bofur to sit at your side one day while you work, hemming and hawing and wringing his gloved hands before he finally asks if you’ve ever put much thought into settling down. “Not that a toy shop is all that much excitement, but-” Grinning, you cut him off. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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[incorrect-pipravi]

Can you write headcanons?

Hi! Thank you for the request and of course I can! Hope you like these.

Ravi loves winter so much because Pip becomes 1000% more cuddly.

“You always run warm.” Pip would say.

Pip would say the most random facts ever at the most random times and Ravi would always laugh though it’s very obvious that he loves Pip’s little habit.

Ravi loves giving Pip handmade gifts and Pip treasures them and even has a corner on her room dedicated for them.

They watch TV shows and have deep discussions about them.

They so would wear each other’s initials!!!

Pip never turned off the find my friend thing on her phone so Ravi always has her location. And he checks it whenever he gets worried about her.

When PipRavi broke up, Pip bought the same perfume Ravi uses and wore it to feel like he’s with her.

Pip would learn more about Ravi’s culture and family traditions and would participate in them (since I’m not desi I didn’t want to mess up so I kept it very vague but you get it).

Pip casually mentions that she loves hand written letters one day and Ravi starts writing her one frequently (every few days at least).

Pip has a box full of them! (She’s just like me fr!)

Ravi loves sharing his earphones with Pip (he makes her listen to Taylor Swift) (as he should)!

When one of them is sick, the other will most certainly get infected because they refuse to leave each other.

I think both of them would develop separation anxiety after everything they’ve been through in AGAD.

Ravi uses Pip’s birthday as his password and Pip uses a combination of their names and the date they got together as her password.

One day, Pip breaks a bone (likely her ankle with how much she ran in AGAD) and she is very grumpy about it, so Ravi tries to cheer her up by drawing little hearts all over her cast.

[undead-merman]

Added Asmodeus to this, his is not very SFW at all but has no sex, heavy petting and making out, but no sex.

After going missing, they come back as something else Mammon, Leviathan and Asmodeus  GN-Reader SFW

Mammon

Life before

Mammon was a spirited man, passionate, goal oriented, and even cuddly when no one was looking. You had met through mutual friends at a bar and hit it off ever since. 

He was a bit greedy and a bit clingy but nothing too bad, you even liked the flaws since it grounded him, made him more approachable, more human. Plus to you at least, he had far more good points than bad. 

He’d often drag you out for date nights, to clubs, bars, even for drives in his nice old sports car. He adores spending quality time with you and gets all flustered when people ask about your relationship. It’s adorable to see him flush and stammer at other people.

He loves yanking you back to his place to just hang out as well, people say he has an unexpectedly nerdy side but it really fits him, he always gets excited about new movies coming out and has to watch them with you.

He does get you a bunch of gifts from time to time. Nothing amazing or expensive, just things he’s found that you might look good with. Flowers, a jacket, even old clothes of his. It makes him swell with joy when you look good in something he's given you and how happy you are.     

Going missing

But one night as you're out at the club with him he gets dizzy and stumbles into a wall. He hasn’t had anything to drink. He looks sick, his face drained of his normal healthy flush and he looks corpse-like. Trying to touch him only makes him stumble away and yell at you to go away.

He just heads for the bathrooms and even trying to get in worried that he might be really sick, he’s locked the door on you. Try as you might you can’t get inside, calling out, ringing him, nothing. So you get someone who worked there to look and when they come out after unlocking it they tell you no one was in there. They even let you look and it’s true, not a soul, not even a window or other door to leave from. 

You ring him over and over begging other people if they’ve seen him but no one seems to bother. So you inform the police. 

Days and days roll by and you get nothing, and you're pissed about it. How can a whole force of men not find a man as recognizable as Mammon, but more, you're pissed at yourself for not being there or being able to do more. Every night guilty thoughts weigh you down. You don't sleep well. 

Coming back

One night He comes back. He staggers in even with expensive clothing, gold rings, a new jacket he has been eyeing up for a long time, jade earrings, and a silver watch. He was donning an outfit well over a few thousand dollars. You asked him what the hell happened and he just grins and tells you he found his true calling. 

No matter how much you ask for the real story he avoids the question and offers you something. Would a nice new watch make you happy? How about a steak dinner? A couple hundred dollars? 

He's never had this kind of money and when the cops take him in he seems to scare him with how smooth and confident he is. He even slips cash into their pocket before luring you out. But something feels wrong. Really really wrong. He smelled tangy, like something rotting but not overpoweringly so. 

The strange afterword

He has dozens of people you’ve never seen come up to him and crowd around him like he’s a king or something and they all seem to whisper something to him which he laughs at almost mockingly. He normally has people mock him or call him a good for nothing now they’re practically kissing his feet. Even when you ask them they seem to run away. Even people you had both been friends with avoid you. 

When you visit his home it's filled more and more with expensive things each time, the floors and walls have been replaced and looks like something out of a magazine for rich folk then his old home. 

When out his eyes seemed to scan everything and his arms were always wrapped around your waist, he was always shy about PDA but now he’s thrilled about it and snaps at people who come up and try to interrupt time with you, he even tugs you away from them. When he’s yelling his eyes look kind of cat-like, but you can’t get a good look with how animated he is. 

It’s months after and Mammon takes you by the hand and tells you he wants to show you something. He doesn’t like it if you refuse and nags at you telling you, you owe him for everything he’s done and that you’ll like it. Agreeing gets him grinning ear to ear and you can see fangs that weren’t there before. He leads you outside to a limp with a driver and holds the door open for you as he climbs in behind you. 

The inside is nice, way too nice, stocked with liquor, cigars, and even hard drugs. He pulled you next to him and grinned trying to pour you a drink since you seemed so stressed lately. 

You arrived at a strange house in the middle of nowhere, it’s old and victorian-like with twisted statues all around with eyes that seemed focused on you and you were greeted by strange cultist looking members with their faces all covered and down into a basement filled with people who seemed to clamor over each other to see mammon who led you up to a throne, a gold one with skulls and sinister imagery engraved into it. He plopped down kicking his feet up.

“Look at all this baby. Look at all these humans who would lick the ground I walked on for a bit of good fortune and power? It’s about time we got some respect in this world isn’t it?” asking him what was going on got him to laugh. “A demon in the flesh darling. Some saps from years ago did a ritual to bring me up to the human world. Turns out during the process they all die or whatever and I got lost with no memories. But look at me now! I finally got everything I should have had from the start!” 

He’s thrilled about all this and even pats his lap. “Come sit here baby. A reward for sticking with me through all this confusing shit. You deserve the world. And I’m going to give it to you.” 

You don’t get a choice, the cultists go to push you over to the throne but he grabs you and yanks you into his lap before they can touch you. Even showing some teeth at them before he grins at you and you can feel something wrap around your back. Boney wings are wrapping around you. “Don’t worry doll. With enough worship and some essence from me you can become like me too.” turning back you can see swirling horn from his scalp. “You and I, ruling the world, damn, I can't wait to see how my influence turns you. You’ll look better than ever I'm sure.” You’re stuck in place as those faceless people bow before you.             

Leviathan 

Life before

Leviathan was a sweet sensitive soul. He was excitable, loyal, extremely creative, and talented in many facets of life. You met him online through a fan discord and started talking and met up and he moved in with you. 

He’s also extremely shy, self deprecating, and has terrible self confidence, but you worked with him to help him overcome these and he was making great progress with you. He’s even stopped calling himself disgusting.

He likes cuddling up with you at home to watch movies or play games, but he pushes himself to take you out. Most of the time it's to places he already wants to go but plans other stops with things you like. 

He grabs tons of stuff every time he goes out but he always brings something back for you that reminds him of you. Pins, Keychains, even snacks he knows you like. He doesn't seem to notice how happy it makes you. He just does it on habit. 

Going missing

He went out for a bit, he just kissed you and told you he'd be back but when you woke up he was still gone and no matter how much you called him nothing happened. 

You went out and looked for him at his normal places as asked employees and passersby if they saw him but no one has. 

You report him missing and you spend a lot of your free time trying to find him and doing your own detective work but it’s hard when you have not a clue. Hell it was hard to even find where to start. 

Weeks pass and the police come up with nothing, not even a trace, no phone, scrap of clothing, blood, just nothing like he vanished off the face of the earth. The apartment felt empty without him inside it. 

Sometimes you would even sleep in his room, lay at his desk chair and take in his smell. 

People try to console you but it feels empty, like their concern is just a mask to make them look all nice and sweet, but they don’t really care. You’ve started seeing the world in a different light as time continued on.   

Coming back

And one night you hear the door open and you run to see him shrugging off a torn jacket. You dive right into him asking what the hell happened, where did he go? But he stares down at you with an expression he would never make. It’s cold, callous, like he’s not even looking at you but through you. 

“Don’t concern yourself about it.” He sounded so formal too, something he would never be around you and he didn’t even stutter. He just put his coat up and went to his bedroom leaving you stunned. 

You reported him found and when the police took him in you watched through some glass as he just stared and answered coolly without saying a word. That he just took a trip, nothing serious. But you could feel him, like he was looking at you without even turning his eyes over.  

The strange afterword 

He still spent time with you, just not as much anymore, and he never asked to do anything. He would look at what you wanted to do and that was it. Not only that but he didn’t even smile anymore. 

Every morning he’d take a shower, and when you went in after him you swore there was a red tinge in the drain, but every time you went to wipe it up it seemed like it was just a trick of the light, but you swore you could smell metal.

He would head out often, telling you to stay behind. If you tried to follow him you would lose him almost instantly. Maybe he knew you were following somehow? But he never kept secrets from you. Even now he never told you where he went.

In low light when you’d try to look at his face it seemed like there was a light from his eyes, soft just barely enough to be visible. Maybe you were just going crazy? But you shook your head of those thoughts that something was wrong with your beloved Leviathan. He changed, something changed him.

He never ate with you anymore, he watched you eat but never try anything. So you offered him some of his favorite food and demanded he eat with you. You could see that he wanted to say no, but he sat down and ate. He chewed slowly and his eyes would be on you the whole time. 

At this point no matter your thoughts about snooping, you know something was wrong and you pushed your morals away to figure out the cause. Looking at his card history he had bought meat, tons and tons of raw meat. You had never seen any of it at all. You put a tracker on his phone and followed him, this time with your tracker installed you followed him to the cliff side just out of town that looked over the city far from view and far from the road. 

There you saw him, coral like horns, a reptilian tail, glowing eyes, and serpent heads devouring meat, a lot of it. He turned to you that cold expression as haunted as ever with a monster behind him. 

“You’re here? I should have expected.” you asked him what the hell was going on and he seemed to give up and tell you the story, the sea monsters heads all watching you as they danced around his demonic body. 

“It turns out I was given this mortal body by old worshipers, but when I didn't show any manifestations of my true form they thought I was a failure and thrown to the side. Allowed to live a normal life without my memories. But they’ve recently awoken and I realized what I've come here for.” He turned to his monsters who purred as he held a hand out to pet them. “I’ve come to devour this realm and all its inhabitants.” 

But he turned back to you and offered you a place beside him, his partner. “You were the only one in this world who treated my human form with respect and kindness and I've grown extremely fond of you.”

The serpents hissed at you for their master. Looking at their massive forms, their thick scales, and the way he hissed back for them to be silent you knew that your boyfriend was an even scarier monster then these. 

Should you take his offer his serious face breaks for just a moment and you get a glimmer of what he used to be, a goofy smile as he pulls you in and nudges his face under your chin. But in a flash it’s gone as he tells you that he’ll have to start collecting human flesh if you’re to take a new form to survive the new world he has planned. 

If you refuse the monsters screech but he bites at them again to stop, and he walks up as you stumble back. “I’m not asking anymore. You will be mine, human or not.”

Asmodeus

Life before

Asmodeus was an affectionate, caring, and always thoughtful man, comfortable in his appearance and always expressing himself through clothes and make up the way he would spring into your room to show you was down right adorable. You met him in college as a roommate and you guys have been like two peas in a pod even if you were exact opposites.

He, like every other person in the universe had his flaws, he had an ego, was a bit dramatic when it came to certain things, and could not stand it when someone insulted him. But despite it all he was a good man, his confidence even trickled down to you and you’ve never been so confident and proud of yourself.  

He would at least go out on dates with you every week, and if left to his own devices, every night. Pulling you to shopping centers trying to get you more clothes, or even matching outfits, places to have fun like water parks, or jet skiing. He just wanted to create tons of memories with you and he always took tons of photos of you each time you went out.  

Going missing 

He was going out with his friends one day and you weren’t feeling up to it, so he promised to keep you updated. With a kiss goodbye followed by a surprise attack of many more he was out the door. 

And you waited. 

And waited. 

But he didn't come home. 

You called his friends and they said that he had told them something came up. You called him and called him and texted his other friends to see if they had seen him but no one has heard from that social butterfly. 

You had called the police and posted about him being missing. Even setting up search parties but nothing came of him. Even trying to track his phone led to nothing. Even when every message you sent said it was read. 

Everything was at a standstill for weeks. You had a hard time going out. But an even more difficult time staying in. You didn’t feel comfortable alone or with friends. It was an empty feeling and you just felt incomplete without your boyfriend. You often think things could have been different I'd you had just gone with him. If only you hadn't been lazy, or if you would just hadn't been such a loner he'd still be here. 

Coming home

One morning as you were heading to bed, you saw Asmodeus laying their in a puffy pink robe and he squealed when he saw you yanking you inside while you were still in your work clothes. He complimented you up and down and his hands were just as excited as they dragged over your body. 

He laughed when you yelled at him. He tells you he's only been gone for a bit and it was important and not to worry about it. Everyone knows he's safe and sound again. Even though he wasn't in any real danger. But even if you're still mad his eager kisses seem to make you forget. 

The very next day things seem to snap back just as they were before and it's jarring, but you're still glad everything is back to the way it was. 

The strange afterword   

But it wasn't everything.  When you went out people tried to throw themselves at him. And he would grin and chuckle. Even flirt back before he pulled you closer and would kiss your neck and up to your chin putting you on display or would torment them for even coming up to them and ruining your time together. You swear you felt the air get sweeter when this happened, and you were left craving just a bit more.

He’d go out every night even when you didn’t want to go out and before he’d leave he tried to almost devour you in a way, his tongue felt like it was melting into your mouth and your whole jaw tried to follow along. Were there hearts dancing around? Were those wings? When you blinked after he pulled away he was back to normal and already going out. 

He’d always come back with gift bags a plenty and with a mischievous glint in his eye, turns out he had lots of fans now and they’re now trying to give him gifts ranging from the exotic to lewd. He never uses them, burning them with a gleeful smile or if you want them, handing them to you. 

It’s on date night when he takes a different turn, and is going out of town, when you ask he just grins and rubs your thigh telling you it's grand, something you’ll love with all your heart and soul. He’s so excited that it's hard for it not to be infectious. 

He drives to a nice looking place and takes you inside practically skipping as you follow and when he opens the door you’re met with people slobbering, dressed in little to nothing and even fetish attire. He scoops you up and twirls you around as the sweet smell floods your nose and the others weep at his feet as he kicks them away. Taking you to a comfortable looking couch up on an elevated platform and nestling you into his lap. Asking if you like it. 

“Look at all these people willing to throw everything away for just a hint of pleasure. Pathetic really, but oddly delicious. They’ll break their own backs bowing to me and it takes such little effort.” his hands are all over your body though. “We could have everything we ever wanted and then some, and we get to watch these nasty pigs squeal for us whenever we want. This world was made for us darling, made to serve us.”

“But I want you most of all. You’re the only thing in this world worth something, if we become one we would be priceless, a god amongst filth.” He doesn’t let you say anything before he’s pulled you into another kiss that feels so deep and melting that he might even eat you. And he pulls your hands to wrap around your neck and it feels like you're doing the same to him. “Devour me, Devour the world with me.”    

[iamvegorott]

Ink Month 2023 Day 22

Dragon

Dark hummed to himself in thought, texting on his phone as he and Anti made their way through a park, taking it as a shortcut back to Headquarters. Or at least Anti claimed it was a shortcut, and Dark got too invested in his conversation to double-check. Anti wanted some extra time with his mate, well, ‘boyfriend’ since he’s yet to give him a claim mark. They’ve barely seen each other the past month with how busy Dark’s been, and Anti managed to tag along on a mission.  

Anti was about to say something to Dark when a set of squeals caught his attention instead. Demons could hear children easily from a crowd, and he couldn’t stop his instincts from making him perk up at seeing the large group playing at the playground. He also couldn’t help himself from going over there, and the kids, despite being Human, found themselves looking at Anti and giggling as he joined them. The kids asked him to play a game, and Anti suggested an old game he used to play called Dragon. 

“Anti?” Dark finally noticed that he was walking on his own. “Anti?” He called out again and turned when he could hear loud screeching. “Shit, what’s-” Dark turned toward the sound, and all worry, panic, and concern vanished in a snap when he saw why it was happening. 

“I’m gonna get ya!” Anti laughed as he ran through the crowd of children, sweeping his hands around like claws. The kids squealed and ran off, dodging the ‘attacks’. 

Dark watched them play with a smile, feeling a flutter in his chest at how happy they all looked. He knew Demons had a natural connection to kids, but this was the first time he’d seen Anti show it. He usually avoided them, fearful of accidentally hurting them despite his Demonic instincts toward them. Anti was loud, chaotic, and violent when needed and sometimes when not, so seeing him being so soft and playful was…cute. 

“Oh, might have to call it quits.” Dark noticed that Anti’s horns had popped out during the game. The kids were unbothered, saying something about ‘dragon horns’ as they continued their squealing and giggles. Dark made his way through the small ones and took Anti’s hand. “Sorry guys, it’s time for the dragon to go to his cave.” He got a collection of disappointed aws, but they could walk off without any other protests. 

“I guess I got a little caught up in that.” Anti felt his face going warm, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I swear I’m not always-” He didn’t get to finish as Dark took hold of his face with a hand and pulled him into a kiss as soon as they were alone. 

“You were adorable.” Dark chuckled, seeing Anti’s face become a deeper shade of red. 

“No, I wasn’t!” Anti huffed. 

“I didn’t know dragons were so soft and cuddly.” Dark continued his tease, taking Anti’s hand once more. 

“Sh-Shut up!” Anti crossed his other arm across him in a pout. 

“A big soft dragon with a big soft heart.”

“I will bite you!” 

[stargazer-sims]

hi! can you do Grace + Julian for the ship list and another couple of your choice? I want to see who you would pick. thank youuuu!!!

Thanks Anon! I can definitely make that happen. Here you go!

Julian & Grace

Who’s the cuddler?

Julian. He’s like a big fluffy teddy bear who loves to cuddle and be cuddled. Grace can be cuddly, but she’s more reserved with affection than Julian is. People who know them find that unusual because Grace is the more extroverted and outgoing of the two and is also the type to casually touch people when she’s talking to them, while Julian is quiet and somewhat socially awkward. Both Julian and Grace are more likely to demonstrate affection with people they’re comfortable with, and Julian is very affectionate when he feels able to let his guard down and truly be himself.

Who makes the bed?

Grace. Unfortunately, Julian isn’t much for housekeeping.

Who wakes up first?

Grace does. She’s a morning person and one of those people who wakes up fully alert, so once she’s awake,there’s no rolling over and going back to sleep.

Who has the weird taste in music?

Probably Julian. He plays piano and he likes a wide variety of music that isn’t mainstream, including show tunes, vintage jazz, and operetta/light opera.

Who is more protective?

They’re equally protective of each other. They’ve been there for each other through the most difficult times in their lives, and they know what each of them n Ed’s to feel safe.

Who sings in the shower?

Julian, and he’s very good.

Who cries during movies?

Julian, although he tries to hide it.

Who spends the most while out shopping?

Neither one is a particularly big spender

Who kisses more roughly?

Grace. She doesn’t always mean to, but she can be enthusiastic, shall we say.

Who is more dominant?

Grace is definitely the one with the more dominant personality.

My rating of the ship from 1-10

10/10 - If they weren’t meant to be, they wouldn’t still be together after everything they’ve been through.

__________

Ginger & Nikolai

Who’s the cuddler?

Nikolai. He's notoriously cuddly.

Who makes the bed?

Good question. They don't live together (yet) so they don't regularly share a bed, but as it stands right now their individual beds only get made whenever they change the sheets. One wouldn't expect much of a change if both of them were responsible for taking care of the same bed.

Who wakes up first?

They're both early risers, but Nikolai is a light sleeper so he'd be more likely to wake up first.

Who has the weird taste in music?

Neither of them. They both have fairly average music tastes

Who is more protective?

Depending on the situation, either one of them might be more protective than the other. Ginger is more likely to be emotionally/psychologically protective of Nikolai, particularly in situations where his innate need to make everyone around him happy could get him into trouble. Nikolai is protective in what he'd call more "traditional" situations, more physically protective when they're out at night, in a crowd, or in an unfamiliar place.

Who sings in the shower?

Nikolai. Loudly. In Russian.

Who cries during movies?

Neither of them are particularly prone to crying over movies. Each of them might do that at some point, but it's certainly not a regular occurrence.

Who spends the most while out shopping?

Nikolai is an impulse shopper, so he's likely to spend more.

Who kisses more roughly?

Ginger. She can be a very aggressive kisser, and Nikolai likes it.

Who is more dominant?

Both of them have strong personalities, but I think I'd have to say Ginger for this one. It's not necessarily that Ginger is more dominant, but that Nikolai often concedes to her.

My rating of the ship from 1-10

8/10 - They're still finding their way as a couple rather than just friends, and they still have room to grow.

[ladytanithia]

AO3 Twenty Questions

I was tagged by @dirty-bosmer Tagging @lillxart @gwilin-stay-winnin @skyrim-forever and @thequeenofthewinter (even though I know she's already done this!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

18

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

416,292

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, only Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, although I have written a few Breath of the Wild fics (one one-shot, one short 8-chapter story, and two long fics that are unfinished). Once upon a time in junior high and high school, my friends and I wrote each other stories about Duran Duran and Def Leppard, but those are on paper and too old for anyone to care these days!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

You know, I hadn’t really looked in a long time, so I’m surprised/not surprised to find that mostly my LoZ fics are the highest in kudos (they’ve been there longest).

Dalliances with Dunmer (86)

Link the Anachronism (55)

Larissa’s Tale: Before the Hero (46) – this pleases me; my first story with an OC and a lot of research

Khajiit: Stranger in a Strange Land (45)

Starting Over: A New Woman in a New Hyrule (38)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely! While I write for myself and have to remind myself of this daily, it’s always nice to know that someone else has seen and enjoyed my labors of love. Readers who comment are rare and precious. And at least 2 of them have become actual friends!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Dalliances with Dunmer – but that wasn’t the end of the story, just the ending of the 2nd book in the story.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

What Might Have Been – because it was MEANT to be an alternate ending to the angsty one.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not usually. When I first started putting DwD on AO3 and fanfiction, one person called it dogshit and another person went on a mean, scandalized rant about Miranja’s “fatherless behavior.” But a dear friend told me, if there’s no controversy, you’re not doing it right, and I left the flame in the comments for that purpose!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Smut/romance/erotica – various levels depending on the mood and the characters’ relationship. There’s been everything from cuddly fluff to heart-pounding romance to jizz-in-your-pants or call-the-priest filth.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I can’t answer that definitively. I started a crossover (Khajiit) between BotW and Skyrim (a friend used Skyrim to wean me off of BotW, and now I live here forever), but I haven’t even gotten to the crossover part and now it’s been 2 years since I played BotW, so we’ll see where that goes.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. I can’t imagine why anyone would, unless they were training an AI!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes, just a silly little back-and-forth scenario with my OC and a friend’s OC. It’s not on AO3, but I’m hoping it will be soon!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Of my own, or anyone’s anywhere? Mine, of course, would be Miranja and Talvas. Elsewhere… I like to ship Kvothe and Devi in The Name of the Wind – if for nothing else but the hate sex!

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I want to finish all of them except the Link and Zelda stories, since those are moot points by now.

16. What are your writing strengths?

From others’ reviews, I’d say characterization and description. I like to get inside the characters’ minds and hearts, think up back stories for them that might have made them the way they are, make their interactions with other characters as genuine as I can. When describing a scene, I almost focus more on the sensations than the actual physical presence of, or situation of, things. What is the character seeing, hearing, smelling, touching, or tasting, and how does it make them feel? The feelings are what you remember, not the details. (Unless you’re Sherlock Holmes.)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Second-guessing myself. If someone says the story’s moving too slowly, I pick up the pace and skip the less important stuff that was kind of important to me. Then someone says I’m rushing the story, so I rewrite it and flesh it out the way I wanted it to begin with. Like, I BELIEVE I’m pretty good at re-reading and assessing the pace, but then I let someone else tell me I’m doing it wrong. Also, allowing things to distract me and keep me from writing until I don’t even remember where I was at.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If it’s relevant to the plot, then of course! Otherwise, if it’s just idle chatter, that feels like extraneous flaunting on the author’s part. Look what I can do! Haha!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

As many things as I’ve been a fan of, I’ve never thought of writing my own fiction about them until I beat Breath of the Wild. Because I wanted so badly to know how they would turn the kingdom back around, I decided to write my own continuation.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Larissa’s Tale or Hrefna’s Crush. Shorter stories, but special to me in different ways. Larissa was kind of a self-insert character but better-looking, who got her hands and other body parts on Link before Zelda did. Hrefna’s Crush was sort of a birds-and-bees and starting to have crushes story, where Sondas Drenim is the object of her crush, and Miranja is the competition she loves but envies.

[trifectum]

“LIAVOSSO’S GALACTIC JOURNAL! - entry 2: the Lybadora”

Entry two - still very rudimentary- but maybe she’ll get there in the end. Passion takes work!

“So - second entry! I’ve been working on my technique- got some tips from a ProtoDemon on Earth (I had the notes he gave me over tea tagged onto the end of the latest pages)

I’m ready for round two! Turns out, I can specify whether or not I want text highlighted - and they won’t directly write what I wrote! Check it out! PLANTS ARE JUST EXTREMELY LAZY ANIMALS! I can do other stuff too, like this, this, and this - but I’ll save those for a rainy day. For now - let’s get on with it!

The Lybadora

These big, red, handsy people are my second choice for this journal for good reason - they're easy to get undressed, and easy to make a quick sketch of. After such a miserable experience with the Mantisi, I needed a simple set of subjects to actually have a conversation with and enjoy the company of. That and a bonus of having all the most difficult to talk formally about out of the way for the rest of the entries.

Biology

While Lybadora are actually pretty genetically similar to humans, what with their generally humanoid silhouette and organs, there are a few differences. Obviously, four arms, no external nose, three fingers, and spiky hair are some, but the height difference also tends to be a little wide. I’ve heard of humans and Lybadora being attracted to and marrying each other before, so I guess the hormonal similarities are quite distinct. That or the Lybadora’ll spend a night with anything that works, and so will the majority of humans. Either way, they are prone to their ‘emotions’.

Speaking of which - I did have to ‘human proof’ them a little. For example, the male sitting in a chair is my problem solving for that ‘bag’ situation. As you may have guessed - human and Lybadora sex organs are similar too. To all us non-humans that’s fine (who cares, right?), but most of humanity tends to be outwardly prudish, and really enjoys censoring anything that even implies a recognisable sex organ. So I’m just gonna respect that for the sake of staying off the watchlist of the Curator.

History

I don’t think I elaborated this enough the first time - but this is for my evaluation of encounters I’ve had with the allotted species. I guess I can also mention a bit of general history here and there - but I’m not a trained historian, so fair warning. Generally me and Lybadora are rather well separated. In terms of aggressive situations, nothing much is exchanged that wouldn’t have been if it were any other species. At most, their natural tendency to challenge worthy opponents is a tad bit informal. No one really knows why they’ve learned to challenge people to combat - just that it had to be some kind of adapted ritual from an era where such a thing had more weight. They are traditionally a hedonistic society, which does sort of fuel some opinions they tend to have of beings like me: being almost entirely unique is a ‘pull’ to most of the more adventurous ones. But that’s almost atypical really, Lybadora are famously forward.

Opinion

The Lybadora are decent people. It’s not too difficult to talk to one, and their personal ideals aren’t typically malicious. I guess they can be very off putting to an idle human observer - but an active conversation is always a little off from the sidelines. They… did sort of make me wonder about my advertising though; couldn’t exactly pay them with money if they were extremely hopeful of a ‘different equity’. Eh - we’re all consenting adults - it’s just a matter of specifying that I pay in Qwarts alone next time. OH and of course Kria is off with the Blade on the safest section of the allotted planet during my figure-sketching sessions.

Summary

If you like the kinds of party loving, fight loving, loving loving people you rarely see being themselves out in the wild - you like Lybadora. They’re a cuddly alternative to trying to befriend a wallkeeper in the docks of the Hell Facility, and can sniff out a good time from a mile away. Just keep an eye on them if you suspect anything more.

Hey! That’s it - much better this time, aye? Make sure to ask your questions wherever the questions are asked! Until next time!”