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mlmxreader · 27 days

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Awkward Moments | Dean Winchester x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Hey can I request dean with the prompt “I leave you two alone for one night, and I come back and you’re acting all weird!” ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Dean get caught red handed, more or less.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, sex references, raunchy flirting

↳ MINORS DNI

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You grumbled softly as you stirred, feeling the pillows against your head and the soft blanket around you; you moaned and groaned as your joints clicked and you tried to figure out where you were.

You were clearly in a motel room, although it definitely wasn’t yours; there was an empty bed beside you, clearly not slept in, and you furrowed your brows as you turned over, colliding with a warm and familiar body.

Dean flinched, shaking his head as he put his arms around you and pulled you close, murmuring something about not telling Sam. Fuck.

It all clicked, then; going back with Dean to do ‘research’ and putting on some Warrant for a little bit before one thing lead to another and… now you were waking up in Dean’s bed, naked.

Your eyes widened as you gently slapped his chest, pushing yourself up and glaring down at him with furrowed brows.

“Dean!” You whispered hoarsely. “Dean! Get up! It’s morning!”

Dean only grumbled in response, not seeming to care as he pulled you back down and shook his head. “Don’t worry, nobody’s gonna come here…”

“We’re in a fucking motel room,” you hissed out. “For fuck’s sake, Sam probably already saw because I’m in your fucking bed!”

“‘S fine,” Dean muttered, refusing to open his eyes as he vaguely attempted to wave you away. “‘S only Sammy, we’ll be fine…”

“Dean!” You growled, but when he only muttered and mumbled, you grunted and stormed into the bathroom with your clothes.

You slammed the door behind you, thankful that you at least had the decency to keep all your clothes in one place for once.

You rolled your eyes, wondering what the fuck was wrong with you to be so attracted to him; you were going to get caught, and then your integrity and everything you had worked for would come crumbling down by everyone thinking you slept yourself into every merit and qualification that you had.

You couldn’t believe Dean would be so fucking obtuse about it. You huffed, shaking your head and trying to quickly get dressed; but then you heard the motel room door open, and you quickly grabbed the towel.

Pressing it against your face, you screamed as loud as you could into the soft fabric. You heard some muffled conversation, and grumbled when you heard your name being mentioned; you took in a harsh breath, licking your lips and slowly leaving the bathroom.

Your heart sank when you saw Sam standing there, holding up one of your boots. He smiled when he looked at you, raising his brows.

“Speak of the Devil,” he hummed.

You slowly moved closer, standing on the opposite side of the room to Dean, which was highly unusual; more often than not, the two of you were always joined at the hip, practically sitting on each other and playfully shoving and hitting each other.

Sam squinted at you for a second before looking between you and Dean with suspicion. “What’s going on? I leave you two alone for one night, and I come back and you’re acting all weird!”

You glared at Dean, who only glared back as he clenched his jaw tightly, silently telling you to keep your mouth shut; you did very much the same, glaring and scowling at him to try and shut him up so that Sam wouldn’t find out the truth.

No one could find out.

Sam frowned, guessing that neither of you would even think of answering as he rolled his eyes and asked what you wanted for food; you told him what you wanted, and when he had it all, he was quick to run out of the room. Quickly, Dean threw your boot at you as he scowled.

“What the fuck?! Leaving your boots lying around?!”

“Oh, you’re one to fucking talk!” You shouted back, tossing the boot aside. “If I’d’ve stayed in bed with you, I’d’ve been fucking caught in your bed!”

Dean scoffed, shaking his head. “Don’t blame this on me! You were the one who came onto me and-”

“And you came onto me!” You pointed out. “You practically fucking begged me to sleep with you!”

“Oh, as fucking if!” He huffed out, crossing the room and pinning you between his body and the wall, his hands either side of your head. “I really fucking hate you right now.”

You put your hands on his bare chest, breath hitching in your throat as you swallowed thickly. “I really fucking hate you, too.”

“C’mere,” he grumbled, looking down at your lips for a moment.

You didn’t hesitate, closing the distance and kissing him harshly; it didn’t take long before his hands were roaming your body, tugging at random bits of clothing and grunting quietly.

You kissed him back just as eagerly, tugging at his hair as you murmured under your breath, eventually pulling away as you bit down softly at his bottom lip.

“Do not start with me,” Dean warned lowly.

You licked your lips as you smiled. “How much time do you think we have?”

“About an hour,” he whispered, tugging at your sides just below your ribs, the soft flesh warm against his skin as he groaned softly. “You good with that?”

You nodded, which earned you a firm slap to the backside that made you laugh softly. “More than, Winchester - but only if you can keep up.”

He raised his brows, just a little more than amused as he started pulling you back towards the bed with him, trying not to trip over your feet; you laughed along when he pushed you down on the bed, grinning up at him and tracing your hands down his chest for a moment.

“I think I can keep up just fine, your highness,” he teased softly, nibbling at your bottom lip for a moment. “Don’t you?”

You shook your head, giving him a few short and sweet pecks on the lips just to get him going. “I’m not exactly sure you can, Winchester.”

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gothlollipop09 · 1 year

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König Headcannon

As a goth, I'm sure König would love Lacrimosa (band) no one can tell me otherwise.

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stanleyscubrick · 2 years

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Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth

#harrow the 9th #harrowhark nonagesimus #writing #tamsyn muir #she has such a way with words #also im not done with this book #i will finish it soon #this is just a shitpost #i think im funny sometimes #mlem mlem mlem #i did a full pause reading that #literature #gideon #gideon nav #harrow the ninth #gideon the ninth #mine

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jotaroslooseeyebrowhair · 1 year

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Girl help I’ve been staring at my (nonexistent) next chapter of my fanfic for over a week I don’t know how to write fluff

#please help i'm so confused #it’s literally just this one chapter that I’ve been struggling with #crying? pain? torture? hell yeha got that in the bag but how in the FUCK do you write a cuddle pile #he’s a dragon it’s practically wired into his biology but by god it isn’t wired in my brain #what if I write angst for someone and they write fluff for me 🥺#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp au #eldrich horror #ghost king danny phantom #dragon #big dragon #like huge #he’s a big fucking guy #he mlem

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mlembug · 7 months

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Shy boy meets teasing girl

Description: A geeky university student confesses to his crush, gets turned into a girl. Shenanigans happen. Chapter 1 originally published: 13th of May 2019

Chapter 1 "Now this is a story all about how…"

A loud noise of my alarm clock woke me up.

“Ugh…”, I grunted, knowing that five hours are not enough for a healthy sleep. Still, I begrudgingly rose from the bed and continued with my morning routine. The clock indicated it’s 7 o’clock. Just enough time to shower and catch a bus.

I met up with my friend, Eric, who happened to be riding the same bus to uni.

“Hi! How it’s going, Patrick?”, he asked.

“Yeah, well, you know. Stuff.”, I responded.

“That wasn’t very informative.”, he told me.

“Yeah, it’s just I’m sleepy and not in a mood.”

“That’s what you kept telling me over the last month.”

“I can’t help it, Factorio is just so addicting.”

“If you keep going through life like that, you’ll finish uni without scoring with a single girl.”

“Man, is it all you keep doing in your life? Taking enjoyment in hedonistic pleasures of life?”

“I don’t really want to hear that from you. Also, how are your attempts with Wendy going?”

I was shocked. “How do you…?”

“That’s obvious from your face. You spend most of your time on lectures staring at her.”, Eric responded.

“This is a secret between us.”, I responded quickly.

“Sure, sure. But, you know, the longer you keep that a secret, the bigger is the chance that she’ll slip away from you.”

“There’s no reason why she would want to be with me, you know.”

“You just need some confidence, and you’ll easily attract girls.”, Eric said. “How about this one: I’ll give you 70 bucks if you confess to Wendy today. Even if you get rejected, you’ll still have 70 bucks.”

Thought about it a bit. “Deal.”

“Looking forward to it.”

“Better prepare the money.”, I said, a bit more confident than before. Wendy is a friend I’ve got to know only recently, after I enrolled into college, because of her being in the same group as me. While she wasn’t completely a stranger, trying to ask her out felt to me like a gamble. Then again, it’s not like I had ever attempted asking out girls, so who knows.

I couldn’t focus on the lecture much, instead I tried coming up with an idea how to approach her. Oh well, I could just try the straightforward thing. I take my phone and type out:

“After lecture, can we talk for a bit in private? I have something to tell you.”

“All right.”, she responded.

…and now we wait.

We met at the usual place.

“There’s something I want to tell you.”, I said, then continued:

“I’ve been looking up to you for the last few weeks. Will you go out with me?”

“On one condition. You’ll need to change for me - drink this.”, she hands me a ordinarily-looking bottle with a red liquid.

“Eh? That’s it?”, I asked, twisting off the cap and lifting the bottle in order to drink it.

“Wait, you don’t know yet what will happen if you drink it!” - she interrupted me.

I stopped, and then she continued with something I never expected to hear:

“You’ll turn into a girl.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Because I’ll definitely turn into a girl by drinking this. Ha ha.”

I chugged down the entire bottle.

“See? Nothing happened. Does this mean we’re going out now?”

“Sure, we’ll meet here again, tomorrow 5PM.”

“5PM? All right, see ya!”

I walked away.

“…That was weird.”, I thought. “Why would she make such a joke at that moment…?”

The rest of the day at uni was fairly uneventful, so I rode the bus back home, and kept playing Factorio. Around midnight I noticed that somehow I was way more tired than usual, so I laid down in the bed. Despite me feeling so tired, I had a hard time falling asleep, so I can’t remember the exact moment I did. My sense of consciousness faded…

I found myself in high school, talking with Eric, when all of a sudden my clothes change into a schoolgirl uniform! He didn’t seem to notice this, somehow. So I try to allude to this in my conversation.

“Is there something weird about the clothes I’m wearing right now?”, I asked.

“No, what’s wrong with them? No stains or anything.”

I frowned.

“I get it that a girl like you pays a lot of attention to her appearance, but you seem to be panicking too much.”

What.

I tried to walk around. No one seemed to pay any attention. Is there anyone who’ll comment on a guy crossdressing?!

“What are you doing here?”, Wendy asked. “Our next lesson is P.E.! We have to get going and change clothes.”

Wendy grabs my arm and drags me to the girls’ changing room. I walk towards the lockers. Several girls eyed me over, but with no comment from their side. I open my own locker, and I see my own stuff, but the clothes that are there are girls’ clothes.

…what the hell was that?

I woke up, feeling fairly refreshed. I looked at the alarm clock.

“FUCK! It’s 11! I overslept!”, I shouted, while trying to get up as soon as possible.

Fumbling around, I got up from the bed, but suddenly fell because somehow I tripped on my own pants.

“Ow.”

I lifted my legs and left the pants on the floor. Then, I ran to the bathroom. I felt that my body was lighter than usual. I looked at the bathroom mirror. It was an unusual sight. The person in the mirror moved in response to every my move, but it wasn’t me. Somehow most of the details didn’t quite match. I looked at them more closely, from head to toes. The hair was nearly reaching the shoulders, and the color of it matched my own. The face had a smooth skin, nearly babylike. The person wore the same pajama shirt I was wearing, but it was unfit to their physique. Two visible bumps were protruding out of that person’s chest. This raised the alarm signs in my brain. I moved my hands towards my chest. I felt a soft sensation. My fears were confirmed.

“WHY DO I HAVE BOOBS?”, I shouted.

I touched my body all over, feeling a smooth, soft skin. Desperately trying to deny what was happening, I moved my hands between my legs.

“It’s… it’s gone!”, I cried out. How does one become a girl overnight? How?

I asked myself in my thoughts.

Soon enough, I recalled my yesterday’s conversation.

“I have to meet Wendy as soon as possible!”

That means I have to leave my house. Leaving the house means I have to dress up. Dress up means I have to wash myself.

So I took off my clothes and walked under the shower. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. But I don’t have a choice.

I took a better look at myself. “There’s no way I’ll be able to hide these.”, I said.

I cupped one of the breasts with my hand. Even while standing straight up, it’s large enough to fill my entire hand.

It’s so soft… I wonder how would…

“This is not the time for my horny fantasies! I’m already late!”, I interrupted myself, and got down to washing my body, with as little excitement as possible.

After that, I browsed through the cabinet, looking for clothes that could possibly fit me. Digging through, I found a old shirt that I didn’t bother throwing away, but happened to be smaller than the size I’m currently wearing. This bad habit of mine of not throwing away old clothes actually saved my butt today. I finished dressing up and ran to catch a bus.

After a while later, I managed to get to uni without any incidents. I nervously looked around, searching for Wendy. She was nowhere to be found.

If I won’t meet her earlier, I’ll just have to hope she keeps her promise and she’ll be there as promised at 5PM, and in the meantime attempt to not stand out from the crowd.

“Oh, hi there!”, I heard Eric’s voice.

“How are you doing, Pa…”

I turn around.

“Oh, sorry, I got the wrong person.”, Eric said.

He can’t recognize me? That’s convenient, I don’t really want to face him right now, who knows what ideas he may get.

So I tried moving away from Eric, to avoid his stares.

It’s about 5PM, the same place as yesterday.

“Wow, you turned out nicely.”, I heard.

I immediately recognized Wendy’s voice.

“HOW COME I’M A GIRL?”, I shouted to her.

“You drank a potion which turned you into a girl. Why are you surprised?”, Wendy asked.

“Why do you treat it as something normal? People don’t usually change sex overnight!”, I said. “What will I do with my life? How will I attend uni? My life is over!”

“It’s not like I didn’t warn you before you drank that bottle.”, Wendy said. “And besides, it’s not like your life is over. Half of the world are women.”

“How will I explain this to everyone? It’s not like I’ll just say ‘oh, hey, Patrick is a girl now’ to my mom, dad, and my friends. Can I turn back?”

“I’ll help you with explanations. And yes, you can turn back. After all, since a potion managed to change you, the same potion can turn you back. But…”

“But…?”, I asked.

“Would you even want to?”, she asked seductively, moving her left hand’s index finger across my chest, and touching my chin with her right hand’s index finger.

“We’ll go on dates, buy some cute clothes, watch movies in your room and chill… Patricia.”

I squirmed at the thought of me shopping for women’s clothes.

“For what reason did I turn into a girl anyway?”

“I’m a lesbian. Normally I would’ve rejected you outright, but I’ve known you for a bit, so I thought this could work out.”

“It still feels too weird. I’ve been a guy my whole life. How am I expected to behave like a girl now? I’ll be a freak!”

“C’mon, you’ve got so far, other guys who had asked me out gave up earlier than you. Do you want to pussy out now?”, she said.

“Hmmm…”

“Give it a try, I promise I’ll make it worth it.”, she attempted to convince me.

“All right, I’ll give it a try for a week.”

“Yay! Now we’re girlfriend and girlfriend!”

“So what do we do now?”

“First we should get you in some clothes that won’t make you look suspicious.”

“What?”

“These are clearly boys’ clothes, and they’re too big for you now.”

#mlem's attempts at fic writing

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sasster · 11 months

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mondes !💡hehe... hands you wormboy

He doesn’t remember taking the sharp left that brought him straight into the bar or shoving past the jade blood manning the door, all Mondes knows is that in the lowlights of the establishment offered him the opportunity to catch his breath.

With his heart beating its way into his throat, he takes the chance to scan over the bar. Outside, he hears two pairs of heavily booted feet thunder past the building and a voice in his head tells him that it sounds like he’s in the clear.

Another chides for ever thinking he would be so lucky.

It must be an incredibly slow night, barely even a crown, with a few early drinkers straggling about in booths. He recalls having once heard that this place was a popular place to be, and he was banking on that being the truth.

There’s no crowd for him to disappear.

Fuck.

Panic pricks at the back of his neck, causing its hairs to stand on end. This sounds a lot more like the luck he was used to having.

His breathing picks up again and his vision starts to blur thanks to a combined effort of the breath getting trapped in his mask and the panic building to a crescendo in his chest.

Thankfully, before he gets a chance to come completely undone a rapping against wood pulls him back together.

Mondes lets his gaze zero in on the yellow blood behind the bar, beckoning him over with a wave.

“They’ll come in here eventually,” the bartender, who must be named Captain Obvious, says as he continues to wave him over. “C’mere.”

Mondes tries not to roll his eyes.

“And why should I trust you?” He asks as he focuses on getting his heart back into his chest. He knows very well that he doesn’t have much of a choice in the end, but looking too desperate could be a detriment.

The bartender raises both brows, it is obvious that he is not very impressed. He even rolls his eyes.

“It’s a gamble.”

“Can’t take those stakes.”

“They have guns, I only have a bat back here.”

That is a very good point. Chances are always slim, but a single bat sounds much more manageable than guns plural.

Mondes takes slow tentative steps toward the bar and just as he reaches it, the door behind him swings open.The bartender grabs his arm and shoves him to the ground so that he is curled up behind the bar, huddled up next to that bat that he mentioned.

What luck!

“Have you seen this troll?” A voice, that to Mondes sounded the equivalent to three bombs dropping at once, calls out into the bar. It is the sort of voice that takes up all of the space it invades, he decided. “I will remind you that harboring a fugitive will get you treason at best.”

“Officer Tirava! We know, we know the drill already. Do you have to threaten us every time you fuck up your job?”

“You know better than to lie to me, Achina.”

“I can offer you a drink, but I have not seen your man.”

The bartender, Achina, sounds perfectly chipper as he talks to the man carrying around a bullet with Mondes’s name on it. He doesn’t know whether her should resent him for this or not.

There is a palpable silence.

And then more silence.

The same voice from before tells him his luck is about to run out, because it always does.

“Be safe.” The officer finally says, after what seemed like an eternity of scrutiny.

“Always am, T!”

Then they left. Just like that.

What, no catch?

#i need a #writes for others #tag #achina #byrdstrolls #askter #coko writes sometimes #good mornign :)#ignore the typos we are about to leave for field day #mlems

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rbf451 · 1 year

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camipetyn on tiktok 6.12.2022

#blind channel #niko vilhelm #niko moilanen #mlems #bc writing tour #music gifs #rbf.gifs

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hoodie-prince-kid · 1 year

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hi uhhhh Cosmos x Polaris hurt/comfort ok BYE-

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One by one, the stars fall from the sky.

Nothing can save them.

There is no one to care.

All that remains is the empty black sky.

THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE DESTINED TO BE.

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Cosmos awoke with a start. Breath trembling, he opened his eyes and looked around, allowing his vision to focus on Polaris lying on the ground across from him.

That nightmare again, Cosmos thought, as if he needed to be reminded what it was. It was then he found he couldn’t control his shaking- anxiety? Fear? Cold? Probably a mix of all three, and his instincts told him to sit up.

The blanket abandoned and his back against the wall, Cosmos’ royal purple eyes darted across the dark room. Wooden walls, desks tucked off to one side, the only light available was the stars. Right, he and the rest of the team were spending the night in a few of the university’s spare classrooms. Not wanting to accidentally wake the knight sleeping several feet away, Cosmos hugged his knees tight to his chest and attempted to control his breathing.

Flash of white. Echoing voice. Pure blackness swallowing him whole. As the nightmare replayed itself over and over in his mind, he began hyperventilating faster, and tears started streaming down his cheeks.

“No no no no no no no-” A quiet whine escaped him, a plea to himself to just calm down before Polaris noti-

“...Cosmos?”

Oh stars, no- He took in a shaking breath and tried to steady himself for an explanation.

“Cosmos- Cosmos, are you alright? What’s wrong?” Polaris asked, his voice soothing despite his alarm and concern.

A sharp inhale. “Noth-ing. G-go back to sl-leep.”

“No, Cosmos, you’re crying- come here.” In a swift, graceful movement, Polaris sat up and tossed his cape across Cosmos’ shoulders. The knight sat up and knelt before him, navy eyes glittering with worry. “Look at me, Cosmos. Focus on me.”

Obedience was no issue, resting his gaze on Polaris’ eyes. “Breathe,” Polaris instructed. “In for three, out for three. In for three, out for three.”

1, 2, 3… 1, 2, 3… 1, 2, 3… 1, 2, 3… after walking through the exercise a few times, Cosmos’ breathing had steadied, and Polaris smiled at him gently.

“Good, good. Can you speak? Do you need to get something off of your chest? Or at the very least, can you tell me what’s going on?” His questions were urgent but somehow also patient, and his warm gaze relaxed Cosmos even more.

“N-nightmare,” Cosmos choked, still regulating his breathing.

“I see,” Polaris responded. “You’re safe here. No harm will come to you as long as you remain with me. Is there anything in particular I can do to comfort you?”

The trembling slowed as Cosmos continued to gaze at his knight. It was moments like these that reminded him why he’d fallen for Polaris in the first place: his utter and undying care, even in times when normally Cosmos could likely fend for himself, albeit with much struggle. After a second of staring that felt like forever, Cosmos silently reached out for the knight’s hand.

“Would you like me to hold you?” Polaris responded, squeezing Cosmos’ hand in a reassuring manner. When the white-haired boy nodded, Polaris adjusted himself so he was at Cosmos’ side, and Cosmos instantly buried his face into the knight’s chest. Polaris wrapped a protective arm around Cosmos, holding him tight.

“Thank you,” Cosmos squeaked among his stifled sobs.

Polaris smiled down at him and sighed softly. His heart was swayed by the very fact he could help Cosmos at all. “No need to thank me for that which is required, my love.”

#cosmos hoshiko #hoodie writes #hello have a mlem pair.

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iti-kash-ful · 8 months

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Brain : *stupid thought*

Me : *posts it on Tumblr*

#writing #dark acadamia aesthetic #poetry #blah blah blah #random #my bullshit #personal bullshit #mlem #stupid

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fox-guardian · 2 months

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love how they've just decided to write sam as the squishiest most lovable adorable little man in the whole wide world. sure, martin was soft and vulnerable in his first appearance in a way that made me internally scream PROTECT HIM but they made sam go "mlem" as he starts to fall asleep. audibly. twice. in a row. fucking "MLEM"

#ramblings with major #tmagp #tmagp spoilers #cursing #MLEM.#the sleepiest of guys.... i am wrapping him in a blanket and giving him hot cocoa and kissing his forehead

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kxizoku-ou · 11 days

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CP9 Cat Headcanons

This is... a very silly post. XD After seeing a similar concept on Pixiv (images 10–12 in this log) and critiquing the breed choices it used, I wound up writing my own take on it.

These are written with actual cats in mind (not my usual Hybrid Au), and the breed choices are just for fun— as in, largely chosen based on looks/vibes, not anything too serious. I was definitely channeling that early 2000s "characters are cats for some reason now" mini-genre, so these are pure fluff/comedy, for once... >3>

. . .

Lucci

(Bengal)

Serial toy murderer. Violently destroys any and every toy you give him within a matter of hours, days at MOST.

Some of the things he’s done to his toys probably qualify as war crimes tbh. Likes to drown the catnip mice in his water dish. Also enjoys tearing things into ragged chunks/”gutting” the stuffing.

Sometimes you wake up to him on your chest with a present.

(A chunk of mutilated cat toy. He drops it onto your face.)

The most athletic cat you’ll ever know. There is no surface in your house he can’t reach SOMEHOW. Also can and will learn how to open doors, drawers, etc, and will use this unfortunate skill to get into everything if he’s bored.

Affectionate, but only on his terms. You don’t decide when you’re allowed to pet him; when the mood strikes, he’ll interrupt whatever you’re doing and forcefully put his body in your lap.

You’re not allowed to move until he decides you’re done. :)

Has a surprisingly cute kneading habit. He’ll go Baby Mode and make biscuits for hours. Sucks on certain blankets too.

Kaku

(Devon Rex)

ZOOMIES TO THE MAX.

Seemingly never sits still. Will run from one end of your house to the other at all hours of the day. At night, you’re regularly woken up by the distinct rapid thumping of galloping kitty paws.

Likes high places and unexpected perching spots. This includes your shoulder— and he can make the jump on his own!

Playful, but not prone to destroying his toys. Prefers batting hard objects down a flight of stairs to tearing the plush ones open.

Too brave (and curious) for his own good. Lacks any sense of danger when it comes to investigating something that’s caught his interest.

This includes slipping through the front door.

Not super cuddly, but likes being near you/keeping an eye on what you’re doing.

Has a squeaky “old man” meow. WEH!

Jabra

(Egyptian Mau)

Wild, playful, curious, and so very destructive. If he’s not kept entertained, your property will suffer for it.

Requires FREQUENT play and attention, but fortunately, he’s not too hard to please. Throwing a squishy ball for “fetch” can keep him occupied for hours.

The asshole cat who will make direct eye contact with you before (very deliberately) knocking something off a shelf, then sit there smugly while you try to scold him.

Very talkative! When he wants your attention, he YELLS, and seeing wildlife outside always brings out that excited, bloodthirsty chitter.

Taking him to the vet is an ordeal, for everyone involved...

Doesn’t mind being pet and handled. Pesters you for affection regularly, but gets bitey when he’s had enough. :/

Highly territorial. Will not tolerate other cats/animals near him.

Kalifa

(Turkish Angora)

Truly the embodiment of the “disdainful gorgeous fancy cat” trope.

Her fur is incredible, due largely in part to near-constant grooming. Do NOT interrupt her washing.

She’ll wash your fingers too if she’s feeling affectionate. Mlem mlem mlemmmm...

Likes to be involved in what you’re doing. The kind of cat to walk across your keyboard or loaf-sit on top of stray paperwork, seemingly oblivious to how badly she’s getting in the way.

At least your “adorable secretary” makes for good moral support!

Not overly playful, but she can be a DEADLY hunter when the mood strikes— fast, agile, and with amazing reflexes no matter what kind of toy you put in front of her.

Weirdly fickle about when you’re allowed to touch her. Will glare, hiss, and swat at fingers if you test those boundaries.

Blueno

(Norwegian Forest Cat)

The most quiet, low-maintenance, independent cat imaginable. You nearly forget he exists, sometimes.

Not much of a meower, but has a deep, calming, rumbly purr.

Content to curl up on a chair or in a corner and let you go about your day! He’ll alternate between napping and silently staring in your general direction; the eye contact is a sign of affection. <3

Won’t seek out attention on his own, but also won’t fight it if you pick him up and carry him around like a plushie.

...he stays limp and docile no matter what you do to him, actually.

Needs regular brushing, or his fur starts to matt. It’s pretty much the only “extra attention” he’ll require, though, and he’s (fortunately) cooperative about it.

Learned how to open doors at some point. You don’t know how he managed that.

Fukurou

(Persian)

R O U N D (and it’s not just fluff)

Despite being shaped like a furry bowling ball, he’s quite playful, and way more agile/fast-moving than you’d expect.

...that energy is much less cute when his full weight lands on your abdomen in the middle of the night, however.

VERY affectionate. Will take any opportunity to lay his chin on your palm, headbutt your shoulder/wrists, put his paws on your chest so he can try to lovingly lick your face, etc— purring all the while!

Chatty cat!! Chirps and squeaks at you non-stop; if you “respond” to him, it turns into a back-and-forth conversation with his mrrep-ing.

Fond of high places, like bookshelves and tall dressers.

It’s unclear how such a heavy cat manages to get up onto them, but he usually ends up yowling for help when he can’t get back down.

Kumadori

(British Longhair)

A huge, massively fluffy mini-lion of a cat, with that “polite little gentleman” face common in his breed.

Sheds. Sheds SO MUCH. All of your clothes are covered in his fur, no matter how hard you try to keep him thoroughly brushed.

You cannot escape the fluff.

YOWLS. The loudest, most determined drama queen when he wants something. Acts like he’s dying if his food bowl is empty for more than half an hour, non-stop howling included.

Extremely cuddly; wants as much attention from you as you’ll give, and will flop his entire body into your lap to get it.

Fond of jingly toys! The louder and more annoying the bell, the better.

If you ever have to give him medicine (be it a pill or liquid), he’s utterly betrayed. Gives you the huge, sad, miserable scared-kitty eyes for the rest of the evening, and won’t let you touch him.

(He’s over it by morning, and back to purring in your arms. Baby.)

Spandam

(Siamese)

The ugliest purebred imaginable, and his personality isn’t better. <3

Health issues. Skin/coat problems, numerous food sensitivities, arthritis, frequent UTIs, and a crooked tail from a past injury.

King of separation anxiety. If he can’t find you, he’s HOWLING, then finding a corner to cower in until his protector is back.

Truly the embodiment of the phrase “scardey cat”. Terrified of everything from the vacuum to rustling plastic bags. Huddles under the couch, trembling pathetically, after every little scare.

...it is kind of cute when he runs to you to “save” him, however.

This clumsy dumbass WILL get himself hurt (in incredibly stupid ways) if you don’t keep an eye on him. Utterly oblivious to real danger.

His distressed yowling is awful, and the attention-demanding yells aren’t much better. The classic So So Whiney Baby Siamese!

NEEDS to be the only cat in the household— he’s violently territorial, but guaranteed to end up the other cat’s punching bag once he’s pissed them off enough.

#One Piece #CP9 #CP0 #Lucci #Rob Lucci #Kaku #Jabra #Kalifa #Blueno #Fukurou #Kumadori #Spandam #Headcanon #Reader

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mlmxreader · 2 months

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Quiet Nights | Legolas x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Could you do Legolas with "Stop crawling in through my window!" ❞

: ̗̀➛ Legolas wants to spend the night with his significant other.

: ̗̀➛ n/a

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The night was calm for once, a slight drizzle that blew towards the east and little more than that; the moon was wearing a half smile, and the birds had silenced themselves as they retreated to their nests for the night.

Not even mice dared to scamper and scuttle through the halls with their soft and playful squeaks, instead choosing to stay hidden and concealed within their nests, buried inside the walls as they slept soundly.

Foxes did not dare or care to stir, either, well hidden and concealed within their thick dens amongst the towering trees and scruffy shrubs; their tails pressed against their noses as they rested behind a coarse rope of dense brownish orange.

The night was calm, which was odd; on more usual nights, the rain would have hammered down heavily, crashing and thundering against the ground so hard that it bounced right back up again. Howling and screaming winds that were able to topple even the tallest and heaviest of trees; it could be so catastrophic, yet it was so normal.

The quiet was, more than anything, eerie.

Too quiet and too harsh that it felt overwhelming; but the quiet of the halls and the rooms was welcoming.

The soft drifting sounds of snoring and the careful creaks of the wooden floor as the occupants moved around to get food, water, to change into their night clothes.

The window on the left, near the front and overlooking the empty and desolate path, was left open ever so slightly; more ajar than anything else, although there was space for it to be pulled open.

Legolas smiled as he looked at it, holding onto the ladder that had been left out and placed against the window; gently, he hooked his fingers on the bottom ridge, and slowly pulled it open until he could get his arms in.

Wriggling and writhing until he fell to the floor with a padded thud; the sound of laughter from the king sized bed soon followed, and when he looked up, he smiled.

"You need to stop crawling in through my window!" Your laugh was infectious and loud as you got out of bed, grabbing Legolas by his bicep and helping him to his feet. "Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?"

He shook his head, beaming and grinning at you and clinging onto your hands as his gaze slowly dropped to your lips before snapping back up to your eyes again. Biting at the inside of his lip, Legolas could only hum as he decided to close the distance, his soft lips meeting your cheek for a split second.

You could feel his breath against your skin, his hands going down to your sides so that he could gently tug you closer, your hands landing on his chest as you balled the fabric of his shirt up within your fists. A soft huff leaving your lips as you licked your lips and swallowed thickly.

"Are you going to answer my question?"

Legolas nodded, moving one hand up so that he could gently cup your jaw; his fingers were deft and tender. "My love, I'm fine. I've crawled in through your window plenty of times without so much as a bruise."

"I know," you sighed, letting go of his shirt and gently pulling hin over to the bed. He laid down, welcoming you onto his lap with eager greed for the feel of your skin against his own. "It still won't stop me from worrying, though."

"My father talked of you today," he admitted quietly, softly, almost under his breath. "He told me that I would do well to keep you near after your little... adventure with the spiders earlier. He said he had never seen someone able to sneak up on them with a sword before."

You shrugged, swallowing thickly. "I only did what I've been trained to do. Years as a soldier..."

The smile on Legolas' lips faded, and he shook his head as his eyebrows furrowed slightly. Worry overtaking him as he let out a shaky breath at the mere mention. "You mustn't talk of such a thing, now. You are not going back to that life, you know that."

You nodded, daring to press a soft kiss to his forehead. "I know, I am more than aware of that, my love. Your father's praises mean a great deal, but I would rather know that I have the love of the fairest Prince."

His grin returned as he nodded, taking your hands in his own and placing them against his chest; his heartbeat was deep and steady, a soft throb beneath the fine and thin fabric of his shirt that made all tension drop from your body upon the feel of it. A heavy sigh left you, similar to the kind of sigh that came before a deep and long slumber.

"You shall always have that," he promised gently, slowly moving you so that you were laid down beside him, his finger lightly tracing your jaw. "My heart will always be yours."

"And mine yours," you whispered, smiling as you let out a quiet yawn. "Do you think we should get some sleep, now? We have a long day ahead tomorrow."

Legolas nodded as he pressed his temple to your head, closing his eyes as he refused to let go of your hands; it was the same every night, and it never mattered much what kind of position the two of you were cuddled up in, Legolas always held your hands when he slept.

He couldn't fall asleep next to you without doing so, and as it became habit so many years ago when the two of you first got together, you couldn't either; fidgeting around a little, you wound up with the top of his head against your chin and your arms around his waist, one leg swung over his hips as he snuggled up, a small smile on his lips.

It was going to be a quiet, peaceful, night.

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mamuzzy-creates-stuff · 3 months

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Collection of my TCW art. I mostly draw Commander Fox and Coruscant Guard, 501st boys, and through those lovely asks you sent me, other characters too. :))))

JUNE 2023

「501 shenanigans」 [ART]

「POV: Fives approaches you in 79's」 [ART]

「Anakin Needs therapy」 [ART]

AUGUST 2023

「Dar'Ad」 [AO3] + [FIC]

「Foxhunt」 [ART]

02/08/2023| Commander Fox | Blood | I drew this picture first and then and then I wanted to write a description and Dar’Ad happened. The picture takes place after some time of the snippet.

SEPTEMBER 2023

「Comfort a character: Deadshot」[ART]

03/09/2023 | OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Fives | Comfort a character prompt | Umbaran darkness hide the tears of the grief-weary troopers |

「Comfort a character: Cadet!Fox」 [ART & Snippet]

03/09/2023 | Cadet Fox, Alpha-17, Captain Fordo | Comfort a character prompt | Alpha is TRYING OKAY??? |

「Comfort a character: Rex」 [ART]

07/09/2023| Captain Rex, Commander Cody | Comfort a Character prompt | Hurt & comfort |

「Comfort a character: Cadet!Rex」 [ART]

10/09/2023 | Cadet Rex, and Cadet Fox aka Tintin (by Kilt) | Comfort a character prompt | Omg, this was such a lovely request from my friend, I still think about it a lot~ I really enjoyed trying out a different coloring technique |

「Comfort a character: Dogma」 [ART & FIC] + [AO3]

「Comfort a character: Fox」 [ART]

29/09/2023 | Commander Fox, OC: Headshot | Comfort a character prompt| We have a shared custody on Headshot with ithillia <3 |

OCTOBER 2023

「Red is a color of...」 [ART]

03/10/2023 | Commander Fox, Commander Thorn | …LOVE | No context, just unhinged Fox | I have many Commander Fox in my head, but this one is actually crazy like a fox.

「Bullet-time Fox」 [ART]

05/10/2023| Commander Fox, Commander Thorn, Commander Thire, Commander Stone, Sergeant Hound, Grizzer | The corrie commanders are major dorks when no one is looking |

「Fives」 [ART]

10/10/2023 | Gift for Mary <3 | ARC Trooper Fives |

「Mal」 [ART]

| Gift for Corey | Corey's OC | Precious scarred babu <3

「Happy Dogma」 [ART]

14/10 | Clone Trooper Dogma | Character reaction to post | DOGMA IS THE SWEETEST GOODEST BOY MUST PROTECC |

「Fives x Shots」 [ART]

CLONESHIP 23/10/2023 | OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Fives | They are in love, you honour |

「TCW x Lucky Star」 [ART]

25/10/2023 | Commander Fox | Incorrect Quote | Redrawing Kogami Akira as Fox |

NOVEMBER 2023

「Mlem.」 [COMIC]

09/11/2023| OC: Deadshot, Clone Trooper Hardcase, Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Dogma, ARC Trooper Fives, ARC Trooper Jesse | Torrent barrack shenanigans | Boys being boys | Hardcase is a kind of friend who randomly licks your face |

「I've got a birthday gift from Corey! 」 [Gift] <3

「Received a gift on my birthday <;3」 [Comic]

「Thoughts about natborn cadets」 [Photo]

18/11/2023|Commander Fox, ARC Trooper Fives | Toy Photo |

「It’s called nature, Fox!」 [Photo]

19/11/2023| Commander Fox, Arc Trooper Fives | Toy Photo | Commander Fox doesn’t like nature |

「The Captain isn't entirely satisfied with the new ARC trooper」 [Comic]

「Fox loves caf」 [Photo]

30/11/2023| Commander Fox | Toy Photo | Don’t tell him it’s chai latte |

DECEMBER 2023

「I don’t deserve you」 [ART & FIC]

「I don’t deserve you」 [FIC]

「Deadshot has one of those days」 [ART]

12/12/2023| OC: Deadshot, Clone Trooper Tup | Sketchbook | Breaking down in 3…2…1… |

「I do deserve better」 - [ART & FIC] + [AO3]

JANUARY 2024

「Commander Wolffe portrait」 [ART]

16/01/2024 |Commander Wolffe | 104th follower celebration thingy |

「Fives portrait」 [ART]

16/01/2024 |Arc Trooper Fives | Art Request |

「Deadshot reacts to Fives portrait」 [ART]

Fives x Deadshot (OC) CLONESHIP 16/01/2024 | Arc Trooper Fives, OC: Deadshot | Fives exists and Shots is melting |

「Sergeant Sinker portrait」 [ART]

17/01/2024 | Clone Trooper Sinker | Art request | I love how this little shit turned out <3

「Warthog & Tracer portrait」 [ART]

17/01/2024| Clone Trooper Warthog, Clone Trooper Tracer | Art Request | How dare you make me invest in cloneboys again just to get my heart broken!!! >:(((( |

「Big Bad Wolffe」 [ART]

21/01/2024 | Cadet Rex, Cadet Wolffe | Art request | Soft babybabus <3 |

[Rex with a lightsaber] [ART]

24/01/2024 | Captain Rex | Art request | Let me see what you have! - A lasersword. - NO! |

FEBRUARY 2024

「Dar’ad part II」 [ART] + [AO3]

「Sketchdump」 [ART]

FIVES x DEADSHOT ECHO x TECH MAZE x BOOKS CLONESHIP 02/02/2024| ARC Trooper Fives, OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Echo, TBB Tech, Alpha-26 Maze | sketchbook | Various sketches about cloneboys + JungleSkirmish!AU lore |

「Obedience/Devotion」 [ART] + [AO3]

「I love you」 [ART]

「IT’S COFFE TIME!」 [ART]

08/02/2024 | Commander Fox | ASDF movie parody | It’s Muffin time! song parody |

「Clones in the closet」 [ART]

15/02/2024 | Captain Rex, ARC Trooper Fives, ARC Trooper Echo, ARC Trooper Jesse, Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Hardcase | Characters react to post | My brain hurts :DDD |

「City boy gets intimidated by war veteran’s huge equipment」 [ART]

Not a cloneship, but I’m a very mature person and the dialogue is purposefully written as cockmeasuring 18/02/2024 | Clone Trooper Kix, OC: Headshot | Kix tries to befriend the corrie medic |

「Life after O66」[ART]

19/02/2024 | OC: Lily, OC: Blaze, OC: Vorn, OC: Headshot, OC: Pons, OC: Angel, Commander Fox, Commander Thorn, Commander Thire | ARTs and rambling about OC’s and how they life will be after Order 66 | WARNING: Mentions of canon character's deaths, mentions of suicide, actual suicide and visual depiction of it, nudity but genitals are not visible. Coruscant Guard has cultish vibes.

NSFW

「YOU ARE MINE」 [ART]

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starrynightarchive · 18 days

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🧃 🪐📚🧩🍬 <3

louuu bestie hiii <3

⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

mlem. hm. let's see. i'm a karate purple belt, i learnt classical music (singing) for 5-6 years and i have black hair.

⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

uhh. my friends. my family. my writing.

⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

great question. i think i tried to write a poem for a prompt and failed miserably. it was horrible. i deleted it.

⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

this is the third time i'm getting this question guys stop encouraging me to be a hater. lou i genuinely don't know. if i remember I'll come rant in your inbox anyway

⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

taps mic. dazai isn't a good person. chuuya isn't a good person. odasaku is absolutely NOT a good person. all of them are morally grey. that's the whole point of bsd. for the love of god STOP BABYING THESE COMPLEX NUANCED CHARACTERS FFS

#my friends try to get me cancelled pt.9726728364 #thanks for the ask lou <3 mwah #vi talks #ask game

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mlembug · 7 months

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Originally published: 23th of February 2021 Summary: Supportive gf and an eggy bf

It's been a month since I asked out my crush and we decided to go out.

A few days ago said she has something very special planned for me today. So we decided to meet in her house. I wonder what could that be?

I knocked on the door. Soon enough, the doors opened, with my girlfriend standing in the doorframe, saying "Hi, c'mon in!"

I entered her room, with her behind me.

"I'm gonna lock the door so no one bothers us.", she said, and took a shopping bag she had on her desk. She pulled a frilly blue dress out of it, and said "See? This is what I mean!"

"Ummm... I'm really happy for you, but I don't get what you mean. You'd look cute in anything, after all. That's how girls are.", I said.

"I was actually thinking of you when I picked it.", she winks.

"I... still don't get it?", I responded, with continued confusion.

"You know exaaaactly what I mean.", she teasingly said, "I can see the longing look into girls' clothes section when we go out shopping."

I gulped, and said "What... do you mean?"

"I also mean this festival of emotions of yours, whenever I am with my girl friends.", she said, "I'm gonna let you taste what you consider a forbidden fruit".

"I'm not a crossdressing pervert or anything! Besides, a lot of guys wonder how it would be like to be a girl.", I took offense to her comments.

"Yeah, a lot of them do. Which is why I don't consider you a pervert. Put on the dress."

"I would just look terrible in it. Like a guy in a dress."

"Don't worry, I will take care of that. Put on the dress while I'll prepare the rest."

While I was struggling with the dress, my girlfriend has been preparing concealers, foundation, mascara and eye shadows. Soon enough, I took off the clothes I had, aside from the boxers, and put on the dress.

She turned to me and said "Good, good. Now turn your head to my side and let me do my magic."

She spent a lot of time touching up my face, which seem to have taken forever. "Just a bit more", she said, while applying mascara on my eyelashes. Soon afterwards, she put a wig on my head, and put a hair clip on the wig's hair.

"...and, done!", my girlfriend proudly said.

I felt super flushed from embarrassment.

I lowered my head.

"Now let's see how you look", said my girlfriend, and held my hand while we walked to the other side of the room, and placed me in front of a full length mirror.

"Is... is that me?", I was shocked. I have no clue what witchcraft she has done, but I could hardly believe that it's me.

My girlfriend hugged me from behind. "See how cute you are? And you like it, too. I haven't seen a smile so wide on your face before."

"Uuuuuu... I feel so embarrassed."

"Awww... Don't worry, I am not judging you. You are not harming anyone, and I completely do not mind. After all, I enjoy feeling cute, so why shouldn't you?"

"But... I'm a boy...", I responded, feeling more shame.

"Are you still worried about such trifling matters? It's not like the clothes have a gender. Or is it that...?", my girlfriend said, followed by an "aha!" reaction.

"What?", I puzzledly asked.

"Is it that being a boy bothers you?", she asked what seem to be an armour-piercing question.

"I guess not, why would it bother me?", I deflected.

"I kinda have my suspicions. I wanna confirm it with you, but you'll have to be willing to experiment a bit with me.", she said.

"What sort of experiment?", I asked.

"We'll check whether you'll feel better when not being a boy."

"And how do we do that? It's not like you're some sort of magician who will turn me into a girl."

"Well, no, I am not. So I will need a bit of cooperation on your side, sweetie."

"Wait, what do you mea-", I got interrupted by her placing a finger on my lip.

"You're my girlfriend now, honey.", she said, "While I can't physically change you, I could make you feel like you're one, at least, for now."

"Ummm, but that would be just so weird!", I blurted.

"If you dislike it that greatly then we can stop as soon as you tell me.", she said, attempting to calm me down.

"Ummmm, no, it's not t-that bad, I guess, ha ha."

"Good. Just please tell me when you want to stop."

"Sure I will.", I assured her.

"With that in mind, we should try more things to get you in the mood.", she said, pulling adorable pink panties from the bag. She then said, "We should go all the way. With this you will gain awareness that you are a woman."

"Having second thoughts about that. How will I do that by wearing them, with what I have down there?"

"That's okay, we can hide it between your legs. I can help you, or, if you aren't in the mood for me touching you down there, you can do it yourself."

"It's okay, I think I'll do it myself."

So reached with my hands below the dress, and reached toward my boxers, and I took them off. Soon enough I picked the panties and put them on, carefully tucking 'it' away.

"I did it."

"There, there.", my girlfriend pat my head. "Good girl."

Why does that make me feel so warm?

"I-I'm feeling weird!", I whimpered.

"Oh.", she held her hand.

"I didn't say I want you to stop, though", I said.

And so my girlfriend continued patting me and calling me a "good girl".

A dozen minutes later, I asked a question.

"Say, if one day, a wizard somehow actually turned me into a girl, would you leave me?", I said.

"Oh, sweetie, is that what you were worried about all along? I like you for being you, for your personality. Whether you're a boy, a girl, or neither of those, I feel it would change nothing for what I feel for you.", she said, "for you see, I actually lied a bit before."

"What... what do you mean?", I asked worriedly.

"You mentioned that it's common for guys to wonder how it is to be a girl, and confirmed that. However, when I asked my guy friends, they deny that. One of them said he wondered about it just once in his entire lifetime."

Tears were forming in my eyes. I'm feeling so confused.

"It's okay, it is okay.", my girlfriend immediately went for the hug. "We'll figure this out together. You just need to be honest with yourself."

"Okay", I said.

#mlem's attempts at fic writing

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sasster · 1 year

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🗣 i’d also like to request more aderae soleah content

And every time I will oblige. This one is short and sweet!

Send me a (🗣️) + two muses on my blog, and I’ll make them have a conversation whether they know each other or not!

[Google Docs, y'know for your eyes]

“And just where have you been?” The chastising voice that comes from behind is honestly music to Aderaes ears. Oh, but he would never admit that. It’d go straight to her head, how insufferable would she be with that compliment hanging in the air? No, he’s doing her a favor by omitting that bit of knowledge from each and every one of their interactions.

Instead, the purple blood continues on to his desk and sets his bag down at the seat as Soleah taps her foot impatiently behind him. Like a cavern matron reprimanding some very naughty grubs. He smiles to himself as he begins to slowly rummage through his bag and remove all of the supplies he’d need for the evening.

“Well?” She squeaks after what must feel like an eternity of torture to her, to her credit she is being much more patiently than she usually is when given the silent treatment by her professor. “Were you abducted by aliens?”

He laughs quietly at that, finally seating himself at his desk to face her. Soleah is all smiles, two cups of bubble tea in her hand.

“Not quite alien, but perhaps something equally as supernatural in nature.” He starts, humored, inviting her to take one of the seats in front of him by way of gesturing to them.

“How did you get here so quickly with goods in hand? I’ve been on campus, maybe ten minutes, tops.” Aderae questions as she eagerly enters his office.

She prefers the seat closer to the wall, so that she can sit in the seat sideways and press herself up against it. It’s good for her back, she once told him when he questioned her odd perching habits.

“I ran.” She says in a matter of fact manner, as she sets his tea on the desk and assumes her usual seat. “Obviously. So, where have you been?” “Home.” He says simply, reaching for his drink.

Soleah scrunches her face up and closes an eye to engage in what can only be described as the silliest staredown either of the two have ever been involved in.

They stay like that for a moment until she turns to fully press herself into the wall, her attention settling on the accolades that littered the one across from her. All awarded to one His Honorable Reliance, many of them in frames a couple hundred sweeps older than her. The man was a living, breathing, artifact himself, she always made sure to tell him as much when reminded of his age.

“I’ve got some whiteout in my bag, seriously.” She offers, taking a nearly too audible sip of her drink. “Say the word and it’s bye-bye Reliance! There are other, much better titles out there. How’s about…The Guy That Minds his Business?”

Another loud sip of her drink follows.

Aderae laughs a bit to himself, it is low and kind of rumbles out of him lazily.

“Too many words, what typeface will they use?” “Comic sans!”

He pauses to take a sip, he knows well enough that words need not be exchanged. She can feel his eyes burning into her as he fixes her with a disappointed look.

“We’ll workshop it.” She nods.

“Mhm.”

“Sooo, what supernatural experience plagued you so, Double P?” “Daywalkers broke into my hive and stole all of my left socks.” He reports with a face of stone. A beacon of honesty, just as his title suggests. “Can’t work without a matching pair of socks.” “Come on Double P!” Soleah whines, fighting the smile his tale brought to her face. “Can’t you trust me?”

He pauses to consider this. Soleah talks a lot, yes. But never about the things that she shouldn’t talk about. But, on the other hand, this specific set of circumstances might be beyond her scope. Daywalkers stealing socks certainly sounds more realistic than my late kismesis was brought back to life by his mates dead descendant.

Hell, Aderae is living it and it’s a bit of a struggle for him to believe.

But, on yet a third hand, Soleah would be really annoying about it if he doesn’t cough it up.

“It stays in this office, Soleah.” “My lips are sealed.” She beams.

“Very well,” he sighs. “Someone close to me has been returned from the grave.”

It feels so silly to say out loud.

She turns to stare at him fully, mouth agape. It only takes a second for it to morph into a teeth-baring grin.

“Was it Orfuse? When do I get to meet him?”

#long post #coko writes sometimes #soleah #aderae #mlems #jazztrolls #askter #i wrote this during my break and no i didn't proof read it and no i will not #i like them so much your honor

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