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sylverstorms · 3 months

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~Honkai: Star Rail Women and How they Hug You~

Warnings: None, SFW.

Kafka is always hot. In every sense of the word.

Even in the heart of winter, she is a source of endless heat when you join her on the couch after missions. With her mauve hair loose, she is the personification of temptation as she languidly motions for you to come closer. Once you’re within reach, her fingers slide like liquid over your nape, pull you flush against her, with your head resting on either her shoulder or her generous chest.

She loves to talk low in your ear while she holds you like this, fingernails gently scratching at the base of your neck. Sometimes, she shares details about her missions. If she’s in a naughtier mood, however, expect the kinkiest things to fill your ears, until you’re blazing red.

Black Swan feels like a cool spring. A calm oasis for you to rest in, for however long you wish.

All you have to do is speak her name into the aether, and she will come to you, as soon as she is able. Be it after nightmares or long days, you always smile when you feel your bed dip with a familiar weight. Her graceful arms encircle your neck, guiding you onto her chest. If you’ve closed your eyes, overcome by the bliss, before you see her amused smile, then you will feel it on your skin when she kisses you.

Hugging her is heavenly. Like you’re enveloped in a cloud. Soft, fresh, plush in all the right places. And as soon as she asks you how her ‘dear’ or ‘darling’ is faring, if you missed her, that is when you utterly melt.

Acheron is steady and so very safe.

It’s like nothing in the world can touch you while you’re with her. She’s not one to initiate long embraces first, hesitant due to her powers, but if the two of you are alone she will often cast you a longing look that speaks volumes of how badly she wants to be close to you. One she hopes you don’t catch, even though you always do.

When she hugs you, her strong arms wrap around you like you are the most precious thing in the world. She likes to tuck her chin onto your shoulder, sometimes turn into your neck, breathing you in. Her body is firm from years of combat, but her skin is so soft to the touch. The corner of her lip always tugs upwards in amusement when you caress her abs (which is every chance you get).

Firefly is an absolute sweetheart.

Do you want to hold her? She will stop whatever she is doing and immediately come over to you. More often than not, she ends up curled into your lap with her arms around your shoulders. Adores nuzzling into your neck and pressing her cheek against yours like a little kitten. If you kiss her jaw or temple, she will melt in your arms.

Very sensitive. If your lips caress her neck, best believe she will make a sound and immediately turn tomato-red. No matter how long you’ve been together, flirting in this position will result in her cheeks growing hot. Which only makes you want to tease her that much more.

Robin is always a delight to hug. Cosy and sweet and soft.

She absolutely flushes at the smallest hint of PDA if other people are around, but she will not deny you ever. Behind closed doors is a different story though. The girl will come over to you and wrap her arms around you from behind, silently asking to be held because she’s often too shy to say it. If you toy with her hair, massage her back or nuzzle into her wings, she will shiver against you.

Likes to trace small shapes on your skin with her fingertips when you’re cuddling. Will die inside and go to heaven if you do it to her first. If you simply lay together, relaxing, she may start humming a tune by your ear in her angelic voice. A privilege reserved for her one and only <3

Himeko is soothing in every way. The way she smells, the way she touches you, the way she makes you feel.

She is gentle like the warmth of a fireplace after a long trudge through snow and she never gets tired of holding you. You don’t even have to ask. One look and she will know to come over and embrace you. If other members of your team are around, she establishes small points of contact, like an arm around your waist or a hand at the small of your back. Until you are alone, where she will fully guide you into her arms.

Loves to gently massage your back or run her thumb in small circles between your shoulderblades. Always exhales a soft chuckle if you kiss her collarbone and tell her how good she feels. You are so comfortable when you sleep against her perfect body that you have trouble sleeping without. Not that she minds this one bit.

#honkai star rail #honkai x reader #kafka x reader #himeko x reader #black swan x reader #acheron x reader #robin x reader #firefly x reader #hsr #fanfiction #creative writing #star rail #I have a bad case of Honkai women brainrot #does it show?#penacony

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1nterstell4r · 3 months

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How She Spends Valentines Day With You.

HSR [Penacony] Females x reader

robin loves to spend valentines day with you. she gets you a pretty bouquet of flowers that she picked out just for you. to be honest, she spent a while pondering which flowers you'd like the best and even asked the botanist about what each flower meant in the language of flowers.

firefly is very excited, getting you a box of candy to show her appreciation and love towards you. she takes you to her secret spot as a date spot so you both won't get interrupted by anyone else. it's honestly the perfect spot to settle down together and have a little picnic.

black swan is delighted when you present her a gift for valentines. she accepts it gracefully and opens it with a smile when she sees what's inside. she can't help but cherish whatever gift you might have gotten her.

hanabi (sparkle) is surprised when you give her a gift for valentines. are you sure that's really meant for her? well, if you say so! she's not opposed to valentines day but it's not really her thing. she will try to gift you something in return later in the day.

acheron didn't even remember it was valentines day but has a soft smile on her face when you present her with a gift. she's set on getting something as a gift for you as well but can't seem to find the right thing that she wants to give you. she just can't decide on the perfect valentines day gift.

do not repost this writing elsewhere. thank you. -mod cyno

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai impact x reader #honkai star rail #꒰mod cyno | writing꒱#hanabi x reader #sparkle x reader #acheron x reader #black swan x reader #firefly x reader #robin x reader

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princessfbi · 3 days

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Buck: YOU ONLY DRINK TEA AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME?

Tommy: you never asked 😊

Plot twist this is when they have the “are you my boyfriend” conversation.

Buck says “idk if I can have a boyfriend who doesn’t have a single coffee bean in this kitchen.”

Tommy looks incredibly fond while he waits for Buck to catch up. Reaches around him to pull out the small bag he bought for Buck. Kisses him on the corner of his mouth all while Buck stands stock still in a hard blue screen moment.

Finally Tommy takes pity on him and says “boyfriend huh?”

And Buck’s whole face goes bright pink as he stares up at him. “Yea… Is that… I mean…”

Tommy turns him he can press him up against the counter, caging him in as his hands curl beneath his sleep shirt to press into his skin.

“I like the sound of boyfriends. What do you think?”

And Buck lets out a breath as that smile takes over his face. He nods leaning into Tommy’s touch.

“Yeah. I… I like it too.”

#bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #kinley #firefly #bewilderedbuckley #royal decree #writing talk

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milky-aeons · 2 months

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𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋

౨ৎ . . . in which a demon realises he can, in fact, love after all.

warnings: female reader, ballerina!reader, pregnancy, childhood, estranged/separated parents, w.c 1.4k

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑, who was granted the alias demon from his enemies. A man capable of staring death directly in the eye and laughing, inviting him for a cordial game of chess. Such a monster had no plans to procreate. It was a miscalculation — that night he had spent with one of the ballet dancers from the Bolshoi Theatre when he was barely but a man. Even at eighteen, Fyodor Dostoevsky knew he was a heavenly messenger sent to carry out God's will. What was a little fun to be had before he did?

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑, three years later, halfway across the sea in a foreign country standing at the Yokohama Portside. In his gloved hands was a page, a single page, worn from weathering the onslaught of its travel to him. His eyes had already scanned the Russian cursive once, twice, a hundred times over. There were very few things that left the Demon Fyodor speechless in this world. But those words, those four little words;

𝐹𝓎𝑜𝒹𝑜𝓇, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓃. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑, who was initially going to write this surprise off as just that — a surprise. A miscalculation. For they were always probable in every endeavour; were what made the grand game so very fun, indeed. He had much larger ambitions to conquer. So it was a shock, when the lead members of the Decay of Angels could not locate him at their hideout the very next day. He had said he would be there. Instead, there was a note speared into the concrete wall in his stead — one that announced his impromptu travels to Russia, with no date of when he would return.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑, who didn't really expect anything from this world so foul and dull. To carry out God's will meant removing oneself from their species, casting your emotions aside, your humanity. And yet, as he approached the same ballet house he had met you in three years into the past, his breath was coming out a little quicker. Impatient, expectant? He was not attached to anyone — he couldn't be. But to have a son, to be a father?

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who looked just as beautiful as the first night he had met you. Your eyes were no longer haunted with the pressures of other's expectations. Now, they were clear. And there were also two identical pairs of them. Fyodor stared at the little creature who blinked owlishly up at him from where he sat on the floor — his hands balled around a stuffed animal, chewing at its' ear. This thing; it had the same jet-black hair as his in wild little tufts about his crown. He had Fyodor's eyebrows, the almond shape of his eyes. He took one look at the child that was meant to be his and felt something shift inside him, and also, something break.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who was nervous but apprehensive to allow your son near the man who stole your heart so easily in the past. The streets didn't lie — you had heard about his criminal activities, even this far into the continent, people spoke of his name in rushed, fearful whispers — as if the walls were his messengers. But every time you looked at your son, you were reminded of him. And staring at him now, the resemblance was uncanny. Your boy continued to gawp at his father with wonder, with not so much as a shred of fear for this so called Demon.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑, who took some time to hold his son in his arms. To hold him meant to accept this truth, to feel his warm little body and know that indeed, he had a son. And the first time, it was by complete accident. The little boy had an awful penitence for mischief, just like his father. In one moment, Fyodor had noticed him wobbling on the top of a rickety set of bookshelves. In the next, there was a snap, a cry, and his entire body had moved by itself. He caught the small bundle in his outstretched arms. To thank him, the boy reached up to tug on one of his long hairs.

"Such a little trouble riser, you are." He had scorned, but the corners of his lips had curved into a smile.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who watched a change in Fyodor Dostoevsky over the next coming weeks. He became softer around the edges. He stuck around. His eyes weren't as impenetrable and distant. You would wake up at sunrise with the intent to prepare some breakfast for your little boy, only to find him already there, sitting cross-legged with his son in the living room and sharing some roughly cut apple. Or during the night when you must put him down for bed — Fyodor was already there, capable of telling when exactly his son wished for sleep. Sometimes, you'd hang around the doorframe and watch as he placed the boy into his bed. So gently, so unlike him, as if he knew he held the entire world in his hands.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑, who entertained his son through slight-of-hand. Whether it be by hiding small candies underneath three cups and shuffling them around, pulling a coin from behind his ear, making his favourite stuffed animal disappear only to reappear on his bed right before sleep. There was a certain unique reaction he'd get from the boy — like he was always seeing the same tricks for the very first time. Fyodor did not feel amused, nor did he feel typical paternal love, but he did wait for the day where his son grew older so he could teach him all his little tricks, too.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑, who chose an isolated canopy in the ballet house to play a long-forgotten cello — perhaps once belonging to a choir that performed here. He'd glide the bow across its strings, producing a melancholy tune. But then, the door would creak open, and in the little creature would crawl. Fyodor would stop playing when he noticed his sudden audience — eyes similar to his staring up at him in wonder. And, completely unbidden, Fyodor found himself composing a different piece. Lighter, chipper beats that took inspiration from my little sunshine. His son would laugh and clap his hands, singing his own song in broken words and sounds. Fyodor would reply;

"My, it shall not be long before you're up on the stage, too. Right beside your mother."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who invited Fyodor on a walk with just the three of you. Your son in the middle, you and your parted lover on either side. It had snowed that day in Russia — and your son took great delight in stomping big, messy holes wherever he walked.

"Won't you stay?"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who hadn't meant to say those words. You knew, deep down you knew this man could never be the father you wanted him to be. You stood on two different planes of the universe; orbiting this little boy that kept you both still connected. But you had seen something in him these past few weeks. Perhaps it was just a fabrication of your own desires. But for those few little days, Fyodor Dostoevsky had come back to you, he had been a constant, he had been a father.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑, who didn't say anything right away when you spoke those words tinged with such hope. He kept his eyes distant towards the snowfall. His attention, however, could not be distracted for long. There was a tugging at his long coat's edge, a face smaller than his own but no less similar peering up at him.

"Stay, Dada," The little boy said. "Stay and play in snow!"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑, who's lips softened into a small little smile. He couldn't stay, not yet. But maybe one day he could have this. When his work was done, when he could finally turn away from the weight on his shoulders of such humanly sin. The Demon, however, was reminded that in moments such as these, humanity could also be quite beautiful.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑, who bent down to pick his son up under the arms and hoisted him into the air. The child shrieked in glee, and Fyodor said;

"I'm afraid I can't stay to play in the snow this time. But one day, I will. I'll come back to you and watch how you've learned to fly, moy malenki angel."

➸ мой маленький ангел/moy malenki angel : Russian, to mean 'my little angel'.

✎ . . . requested by lovely nonnie!

WRITING REQUESTS

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungou stray dogs fanfiction #bsd fanfiction #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #fyodor bsd #bsd fyodor #fyodor x reader #🎋 — writing requests #dividers by firefly graphics!!

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incorrectstarrailquotes · 3 months

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Firefly: Sore throats might be the stupidest response to illness I've ever experienced. Oh you want to eat? Drink?? Breathe air??? TEN THOUSAND KNIVES ATTACK

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail incorrect quotes #hsr firefly #posted during version 2.0 #edited the tag after writing fireflu instead of firefly

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kakujis · 6 months

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✧ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍. ✧

synopsis: the sano royal family is almighty, all-powerful, unrelenting. royalty must be, it comes with the territory. you must consume to survive. and what are you but a lowly maid within their palace walls?

i. serenato - prince kakucho’s been gone for months without a single letter back home, you wonder if he’s even coming back.

ii. oblivious - prince mikey can’t help but feel that something’s wrong with his closest friends, especially baji, head of the royal guard.

iii. fairytale - an arranged marriage won’t stop prince izana from reaching his dream.

iv. aria - when shinichiro becomes king, the two of you come to terms with the death of your forever.

✩ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍. ✩

synopsis: these stories focus on non-prince members, such as the royal guard. (more info soon!)

i. sandpiper - baji used to be the head of the royal guard, and your mind always wonders why he defected to valhalla, leaving you behind.

ii. snow falling - if there is solace in one thing, it's your moonlit meetings with chifuyu.

iii. story loading...

iv. story loading...

NOTES: hi! this is an au i've had in the back of my brain for a while, and i sort of delved into it last year when i wrote a couple of those prince!headcanons and that one izana scenario. each story will come with a link to the kalafina song that inspired them! ♡ the y/n in each story is a separate character, but there will be no names and will stay x reader. each story will come with their individual warnings, make sure to read them. some will be sfw and some will be nsfw. please keep in mind, everything here is subject to change and stories will be uploaded sporadically. also, i'll try my best to write them in order, but we'll see! also, if there's enough interest i'll open a taglist. ♡

ETA: i will ask if you are a minor/ageless blog to please refrain from interacting with the nsfw stories, there will be a few.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tokrev smut #tokrev fluff #royal au #tokrev #kakucho x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #manjiro sano x reader #izana kurokawa x reader #baji keisuke x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader #tr prince miniseries #dividers by cafekitsune and firefly-graphics #pibby writing

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thepenultimateword · 2 years

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More alien thoughts:

So you know how fireflies glow in order to attract mates? What if there was an alien species that did that. They may be insectoid, they may not be, but in any case, they just flirtatiously light up at people they’re interested in. Or maybe they also just use it as a sign that they want to form friendly relations. So when they first meet other species they blink their lights at them to show them they’re friendly.

I was reading someone’s post about how a lot people dislike bugs but like fireflies because they glow. So maybe most humans warm up to them pretty quickly because the lights immediately make them seem more cute and appealing. Later, humans need to differentiate a friendly blink from a flirtatious one.

Meanwhile, a mimicking species also glows, however they use their glow to draw in prey (like a lantern fish does). Knowing that their sister species is peace loving and trusted by the other species, they use their similar luminescent abilities to their advantage. Space soon needs to learn to pick out little differences between the two species so they know what they’re getting into when they’re glowed at—do they think you’re cute or do they think you’re dinner?

Aaand because I love unlikely relationship dynamics, maybe in very rare occasions, the aggressive species actually does come to like a human/other species, but people have a hard time trusting them because of the general behavior of their planet.

I’m imagining a human with an aggressive glowing partner, and they’re introducing them to friends like, “Look, my partner is so cute! They glow at me! It was so cute how blinky they were when we first met!”

And then everyone is like “O.O That’s one of the homicidal ones…”

#alien thoughts #humans are weird #humans are space oddities #writing snippet #creative writing #prompt #story idea #worldbuilding #sci-fi #writblr #alien x human #fireflies #space fiction #humans and aliens #writing prompt #brainstorm #humans are space orcs

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vmp3ater · 1 month

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YESSSSSSS YOU ADDED FIREFLY OMG.AAAAAAHHHHH I NEED TO PLEASE HR SO BAD LIKE . shed be SUUUCH a huge sub I NEED TO EAT HER OUT I SWEAR 🦈

sub firefly x dom gn reader

firefly is the sweetest thing ever. always wanting you to take care of her when she needs it the most, and god how adorable she is when you’re buried in between her thighs, lapping at her cunt like you would die without it, squirming and whimpering out how good you make her feel

i JUST know she’d be the type to let out tiny gasps when you do something unexpected. like shoving two fingers deep inside her, curling them to graze her sweet spot while flicking her clit with your tongue, this poor girl whines out about how much she wants to cum but you let her, cause she looks so beautiful when she does

godd i just. i love firefly so much

#vmp thirsts.#firefly thirsts.#lol i’ve actually planned on writing for her for a while #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #sub honkai star rail #hsr smut #hsr x reader #sub hsr #firefly #firefly smut #firefly x reader #sub firefly #dom reader #gn reader

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buqbite · 13 days

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I like to imagine that her gentleness is genuine

#Havent used this brush in forever #it's usually too soft for my generally very... jagged art #ill write down some thoughts later lemme write the fandom tags first lol #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr robin #hsr spoilers #implied... its hella subtle tho #my art #(pulls out the plastic chair) ok listen up.#first of all i leaned a bit into the old timey tv style bc i felt like itd fit her vibe ykno #second of all the little pinkish thing behind her is meant to resemble a) a blood splatter and b) xipes fucked up halo #penacony is so fucked up and twisted and all while robin has been genuinely kind so far #Like even firefly was kind of weird and suspicious but she appears so earnest #and Im really curious how the story is gonna go for her. Im expecting her to still be alive in some way #Esp so we can find out why she left penacony #and her connection to the family #my hope is for her to be out of place in the place that should perfectly fit her vibe #alternatively itd be rlly funny if she was like. evil. not evil evil but more like Hey Remember How The Harmony Is A Hivemind

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fireflylitsky · 9 months

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THE CUTEST BABES FROM @moonamayillu for my fic Yokai Sunset

I am clutching them to my chest and heaving with love they are so perfect and adorable 🥰

(despite how very cute this art is, mind the tags as the fic has many horror/gore/adult themes)

#KisaSaku #Kisame Hoshigaki #sakura haruno #moonamayillu #Art commission #Crazy adorable art #Sakura with a big sword #GIVE SAKURA KUBIKIRIBOCHO #Yes Kisame is smitten af by her muscles #Buff Sakura #Pushing my agenda of GIVE 👏 SAKURA 👏KUBIKIRIBOCHO 👏#Post-Apocalyptic AU #Yes Sakura is obviously an adult #comming art as motivation to finish the next chapter #Art for a fic #Fic: yokai sunset #Firefly Writing

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radiant-flutterbun · 10 months

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Because @actualmanedrasa requested it - Here’s a brief overview of Corkscrew’s lore:

He used to work in the Flamecaller’s forges and hated it. He then got hurt and nearly died, and it was believed he WAS dead until a ridgeback by the name of Fireworks discovered signs of life in him. She got him help and he healed, but was paralyzed from the neck down, and had bad memory problems.

Fireworks met another spiral named Alaria who claimed she could rebuild Corkscrew’s spine. And she did, so he’s no longer paralyzed, but his mechanic spine does require a lot of maintenance and frequently malfunctions.

He later befriends a mirror within the clan named Clytius and together Clytius, Fireworks and Corkscrew form a little found family. Sadly for Corkscrew, Fireworks left to study the Hewn City and he lost contact with her for over a year. And Clytius was killed during a conflict within the clan. So he was left alone.

Thankfully Cork met another mirror named Firespitter. Firespitter is an oracle and cannot control when he sees his prophecies. He’s also a professional chef and makes a killer soup. The two fell in love. Fireworks also returned from the Hewn City, and Cork’s life has been relatively peaceful since.

Currently he’s pissed off at the young teenage coatl, Muerto because Muerto lets his cats roam the clan freely and Cork has had to save his pet rat from said cats more than once. Cork is also constantly annoyed by the Stormseeker left in his care by actualmanedrasa’s dragon Weatherby.

And here’s a brief overview of my main clan’s lore:

The clan was originally called Seeking Clan and was founded by a mirror named Nightbane and a tundra named Icetip. Nightbane was rewarded the land by the Lightweaver, for her excellent academics. Nightbane accepted any dragon into her clan, no questions asked.

Unfortunately she allowed a particularly violent skydancer within her clan named Sapphiremoon. This dragon planned to kill and overthrow Nightbane. Another dragon, a mirror named Shiningscourage had plans to attack the clan because she knew of a treasure hidden within the clan. Both Sapphire and Shining convinced dragons within the clan to join them, and a three way fight broke out.

Sapphire attempted to kill Nightbane, but Shining interfered and killed Sapphire. Nightbane and Shining were at a stand still, when a mirror named Nike saved Nightbane and beat up Shining.

A fire accidentally started by a fae named Flare is what ended the fight. Several dragons died (such as Clytius who was a brother to Corkscrew), including Nightbane’s daughter, Nightlight. Nightbane and the dragons loyal to her fled, while most of those who were loyal to Sapphire and Shining stayed to the ruined clan.

The group of dragons that followed Nightbane found a new home near the Beacon of the Radiant Eye. They now lived in an old library by the sea. Nightbane decided to retire and made Nike leader, and the clan was renamed to Clan Ton Theon.

The dragons that stayed with Shining became Clan Lampsi, and they rebuilt from the ruins.

Both clans had skirmishes with each other, Clan Ton Theon accidentally upset a flock of harpies, and Clan Lampsi had been attacked by an Emperor. So things haven't exactly been peaceful, but these dragons are trying to live their best lives.

#firefly writing #clan ton theon #clan lampsi

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gl1tteryzebra · 2 months

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I had a very pleasant interaction with a cute blonde-headed mechanic recently, now all I can think about is mechanic!jj...

the patchy sliver of shade provided by a low hanging loblolly offered a small reprieve from the heat. jj's signature collared shirt was now hanging open as he tinkered away beneath the bonnet of your car – that was how you knew it was truly sweltering.

it was a miracle you'd been able to rummage that half torn napkin from the depths of your centre console. after your engine stuttered to a stop on the side of some desolate road you were certain you were screwed– 6pm on a sunday night, even if you did manage to coax someone out to wherever you were, the rates would surely plummet your bank account into a state of despair– and then you remembered.

a few months back when you last had car trouble, the blonde slid a crumby piece of tissue across the till at his workshop with a wink, a number scribbled in blotchy red ink.

"you should really invest in a business card." you'd said with a grimace as remnants of whatever he'd been eating drifted down like heavy snowflakes.

" uh–well actually," he reached into his breast pocket, removing a wad of neatly stacked cards bound together by an elastic band. "we're one step ahead of you, sugar."

he passed one of the sleek black cards over as well, albeit a little reluctantly."what's this for then?" you inquired with furrowed brows and he laughed at that, genuinely tickled.

"oh that— that's just in case you're ever in need of my personal assistance."

and it was almost as though today was his manifestation coming too fruition.

off in the distance, through the thicket and beyond the marsh, remnants of daylight peeked over the horizon like a fragile yolk ready to spill into darkness at any moment. you wanted nothing more than to be tucked into bed with a warm cup of tea and your favourite book, but whatever was wrong with your car seemed to not be a simple fix.

patting down the pleats of your skirt, you paced leisurely back and forth before eventually clearing your throat. "how's she looking?"

"she?" his blonde head peeked out from behind the hunk of metal, interest glistening in those pale blue orbs.

"yeah, pinkie. are you telling me you don't name your beloved vehicle?" (the vehicle in question: his beaten up honda CRF 230 which currently laid discarded in a pothole with an open tool box spilling its content onto the side of the road.)

he snickered, removing his cap to wipe the sweat from his brow. "guess you got me there– that's bessie, the finest lass on the road."

you scoffed, "why bessie of all things?"

"oh-kay, there's no way I'll be judged by someone who named their car pinkie...and its not even pink."

"it wasn't available at the time!"

his lips tugged into a downward crescent, mocking your face as it contoured into an earnest pout. "now that's a true tragedy– oh, 'n you happen to go through a car wash recently?"

"uh–yeah. today actually, why?"

"welllll you got water stuck in the engine cylinders, blocking up the emission control system. it got real stinky in the cabin right?"

"yeah it did, almost as bad as a guys locker room."

"ha! sounds 'bout right," his ring clad fingers reached above his head to pull the bonnet down. your eyes naturally drifted to his exposed midriff; lean muscles stretching taut, flecks of sun damage marring his pale skin, a defined v dipping below his waistline...

snapping out of your stupor, your gaze lifted to be met with a knowing smirk– shit. you were surprised when he didn't comment on the fact that you'd so shamelessly checked him out, but even more so as he rushed to pack up his tool box almost bashfully. "uh–so fancy this, I don't actually have the tools I need to fix it on me."

"really? I thought you said you kept everything you ever need on hand."

"huh–oh yeah, well one of the boys must've stolen my shit, bloody typical."

"right...what should I do then?" he flicked his grimy hair from his forehead, regarding you with an impish grin.

"come back to the shop. I'll get my guy to tow your pinkie in tonight, get 'er fixed up bright an' early in the mornin' so you can be on your merry way."

"it's not exactly close to my house–"

he shrugged, persistent as ever, "that's cool, no worries, we've got a couch and some blankets if you wanna stay the night."

"what about you?"

"well I can't risk a thief in the night, can I? best if I stay too."

you resisted the urge to snort, what an idiot. "how am I supposed to get back to your shop now though?"

his eyes spoke for themself, gesturing to his bike as is if that was a stupid question. "oh–no, no no no no no, no way." your hands wildly gesticulated. no, absolutely not. you knew enough about jj's reckless and impulsive nature to guess how this would present itself in other areas of his life– most of a concern to you in this moment, his driving.

"hey, there's need to be scared sugar, I always drive extra careful with precious cargo." he cut himself off with a boyish chuckle as your face morphed into something deeply unimpressed. "c'mon, it's not exactly like you have any other choice...so whadd'ya say?"

you settled onto the back of his bike with a grumble, hands shooting up to adjust the helmet he loaned you (his only helmet). the engine revved to an obnoxious start and with a shriek you hurried cling onto his waist– heart thumping erratically behind your ribs.

"comfy?"

"shut up."

"holdin' me a bit tight, sweetheart. sure you're not enjoying this?"

"shut. up."

his chest rumbled with laughter as he took off into the sunset.

couldn't be bothered to get down and dirty with this one tonight, think I might just make a pt.2

🎀 @seabunni 🎀

#jj maybank drabble #jj maybank prompt #divider by @firefly-graphics #mechanic!jj #jj maybank x reader #want to write more about this #so if you have prompts send em in!!#especially smutty ones hehe #obx x reader

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andiwriteordie · 9 months

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tonight i am thinking about baby miwi running around the wheelers’ backyard and catching fireflies in little jars together

#byler #or actually #miwi #i think mike is doing the catching #will is excitedly staring at the contained fireflies with him #a firefly lands on mike's nose and will is giggling the whole time #and they're just running around until karen calls them inside to go to bed #idk just slice of life miwi makes me sO EMOTIONAL #i might write this as a ficlet one day.

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imagine the reader washing the slasher's hair like they do in salons. (i bet most of em dont wash their hair, and it could be relaxing!!)

Washing the Slashers' Hair:

Thomas Hewitt

You just wanted to take care of your man! And he can't say no to you.

He deserves some pampering!

So, you take the time to properly wash his hair, to detangle it. Making it soft and making it smell nice.

Thomas loves the smell of your soaps and hair products, they're much more appealing than his plain soap.

But Thomas doesn't care much about having soft hair or his hair smelling good.

He's more interested in your tender touches. Turns out, he's a big fan of scalp massages.

Though, he's so tense most of the time that any massage would probably feel good.

Overall, the whole thing is just relaxing to Thomas. Afterwards you can see that he's less tense, that you efforts had been useful and that it had helped him relax. It's what he deserves.

Michael Myers

Surprisingly, you can get Michael to shower. Only because your constant chastising him about getting dirt or blood on your bed annoys him. It's easier for him to just shower.

Still, he just cleans off the grime, he doesn't exactly take good care of his hair.

For short haired Michael it isn't really a problem, but you still offer your services.

However, it becomes a much bigger problem for long haired Michael. Can you imagine the tangles in that mane?!

Either way, he's reluctant. Why would he want you to wash his hair, he washes it just fine, right?

You've never seen a man look so grumpy to get his hair done (you're just impressed that you managed to get him to comply).

The longer his hair is, the longer it takes because you have to detangle it.

Then you can finally get to work on washing it!

Not the most grateful for a scalp massage but it's somewhat enjoyable, it feels nice.

You can't help but groan to yourself the next day when he returns with his hair a mess once again. Well, it was nice while it lasted and he couldn't say you didn't try.

Brahms Heelshire

One of the first things you think when you officially meet Brahms is that this man needs a shower.

After a little while, you bribe him into bathing with the promise of washing his hair for him.

He just thrives off of the attention you're showing him.

His head tilted back and his eyes closed as you thoroughly clean his hair. Rinsing it and repeating just for good measure.

At some point, he will open his eyes and just watch you while you work. It's a little unsettling but he's just admiring you.

Is grinning ear to ear when you mention how much better he looks now he's all clean. It was totally worth it.

However, he will now often refuse to bath unless you wash his hair.

Bo Sinclair

Why would ya want to do that? Doesn't understand and refuses. It's stupid.

However he will give into your pestering eventually, telling you that it better be worth his time.

You make sure to go all out just to annoy him. Even playing some music you know he likes quietly in the background.

He lets out a sigh as you get to work, smirking to yourself when you notice him being to relax and untense.

Internally he's thinking 'damn, that's good', but of course he wouldn't admit that out loud.

Gives you more of a "Yeah, it was alright, don't see what the big fuss was about though" when you're done but you know he loved it.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent's hair needs some TLC.

He just has a habit of getting wax in it and not taking care of it very well.

But you're there to help!

He just lets you tend to him as you gently rinse his hair, combing out the lumps of wax and the knots he failed to remove himself.

You're so careful and gentle, Vincent can't help but close his eye as you work.

Give him a scalp massage and he'll just melt into your touch.

He just loves the attention you are showing him, the care you are showing him.

It becomes a bit of a regular thing, you washing Vincent's hair. You just take care of it so much better than him, it definitely has nothing to do about how much he enjoys it...

Seriously though, his hair hasn't felt that soft in a first time.

It also becomes a pretty regular thing for you to tie his hair up before he goes down to his workroom, to avoid getting more wax in his hair or damaging it further.

Lester Sinclair

When you offer, he certainly isn't going to turn you down but he isn't exactly sure why you would want to wash his hair for him.

He'll be the first to admit that he neglected his hygiene plenty of times but he washes regularly ever since you came along! Is he not cleaning enough? Do you think he smells? Is it really that bad?

You reassure him that it's not because you think he's dirty, you just want to help him relax. He stops worrying so much then.

Lester loves it.

His head lolling back comfortably as you gently scrub his hair, massaging his scalp.

"Damn, Sweetpea. You're real good at this" he'd compliment as you worked, a blissed out smile on his face.

His eyes shut, his shoulders slumped, he could probably fall asleep from the feeling of your pampering. It's just so nice!

When you offer again in the future, he won't hesitate for a second to let you work your magic.

Bubba Sawyer

Jumps at your offer. He thinks he washes his hair just fine (he already uses the scented soaps and stuff that you have because he just likes how they smell), but he's more than happy to have you lend a hand.

He just doesn't expect for having his hair washed to feel so...nice.

He can feel himself just relaxing under your touch, smiling to himself whenever you hum to yourself.

He's not too used to such tender touches and care, not before you came along away, but he loves it and laps it all up every time.

Gives you little hums and babbles of approval when you massage his scalp, wanting you to know that you were doing an amazing job.

It basically puts him in a trance, he feels so relaxed afterwards!

Do it right before the two of you go to bed and he'll sleep better than he ever has.

Billy Lenz

This boy definitely needs a good shower, he's been hiding up in that attic for who knows how long and we all know he didn't wash up properly during that time. His hair is likely a tatted mess as well.

It takes a while to earn his trust enough for him to let you wash his hair. Thankfully you were able to convince him to shower in the past, but he just didn't know how to look after his hair very well.

Now, you have Billy in the bath, fidgeting a little as you comb out his hair. He's pretty dramatic whenever you catch a knot but you never hurt him so he begins to relax.

Quickly realises that he enjoys the pampering. Maybe because it feels nice, maybe because he's finally getting those pesky tangles out of his hair, maybe because he loves having your fully attention, or maybe it was a mix of it all. Either way, he loves it.

Absolutely melts if you massage his scalp. Will fucking whine when you do it.

Might even fall asleep as you tenderly wash his hair.

He's definitely going to want you to wash his hair again, like every time he has a bath.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Showers and washes his hair daily so it's not something you really need to do. Plus, he would prefer just to do it himself anyway.

You hadn't even considered offering, not until he got injured. It wasn't anything fatal but he got into a pretty bad confrontation with a victim, of course he came out on top but he got pretty beaten up in the process. Leading him to coming home sore.

He needed to wash up and headed to the bathroom to do so.

You watched from the doorway, frowning at every little hiss or grunt of pain. It was strange seeing him vulnerable like that.

You had approached carefully, gently offering to take over for him. He huffed but gave in, it would just be easier this way.

You helped him clean up and then offered to wash his hair, since it had become slightly matted with sweat and you knew that would bother him.

The most you get from him was a sigh of contentment, it still made you smile, knowing your efforts were appreciated.

It's silent but comfortable.

And afterwards, he'll offer you a bit of praise for your efforts.

He takes good care of you but you take good care of him too.

Otis Driftwood

"No you can't fuckin' wash my hair!"

Cut to you washing his hair.

With enough determination, you can get Otis to do all sorts of things you want him too (even if he won't admit it).

Will grumble and complain about it at first, pretending that he isn't enjoying it.

However, you notice his muscles starting to relax and how he even starts to lean into your touch.

Admittedly, Otis showers more regularly now that you're around and kind of insist on it but probably washes his hair with soap.

You have his hair feeling much softer and shiner once your done, he really doesn't care much about how his hair looks or feels, but he will at least admit to himself that he enjoyed your efforts.

Baby Firefly

Baby washes her hair regularly, using scented products, so you don't need to worry about that like you would with her brother.

She doesn't need you to wash her hair but when you offer, she just can't resist a bit of pampering.

Will probably make it a whole spa day.

Will hum approvingly as you wash her hair, especially when you massage her scalp. She just giggles when you tell her to stop overreacting.

Praises your work afterwards, you did a good Doll!

Will return the favour! Today you pampered her, pick the day and she'll give you the same treatment.

She just enjoys taking the time to treat each other like that.

#thomas hewitt x reader #michael myers x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #billy lenz x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #otis driftwood x reader #baby firefly x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher #slashers #my writing

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