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B E H I N D H E R L I E S
You had woken up in a classroom. The classroom had at least 2 security cameras, and the windows were boarded. Well not exactly boarded, they were sealed tight using big sheets of metal and massive bolts. Excessive and industrial looking. Bright yellow wallpaper covered the rest of the real estate on the walls. A hideous pattern might many may say. It was tacky.
Who's idea was it to make a bright barf yellow wallpaper with animal print? Creative sure, you could give it that, the designer must've thought they were revolutionising the look of the standard classroom.
This isn't like Mean Girls, barf yellow animal print isn't going to happen like fetch.
Ignoring all the visual horrors of the walls, the rest of the classroom contained what you would expect. Desks, chairs, chalkboard, shelves, the usual classroom standard. Except this classroom looked as if it hasn't been used in a while. A very agonising while.
Huh? A pamphlet?Β
You picked up the neatly folded paper and begun to read it. Maybe it would give me a indication of what had happened. At least answer to why you were here. Instead of anywhere else much more fun or pleasant to be.Β
Is this some kind of cruel joke? This looks like some 5-year-old made this!
This wasΒ mockeryΒ at its finest.
The pamphlet had read: 'Hey there New Kid! The next semester is about to start. Starting today this school will be your entire world.'
Entire world?
Why would this school become your entire world? What do they mean by this? The child like scribbles and artwork wasn't helping the much needed but lack of seriousness. Especially not with it being drawn inΒ crayonΒ like a preschooler.
"I don't think I can stand thisΒ uglyΒ wallpaper anymore." You mumbled under your breath. Not that you were wrong. Neon yellow shaded barf with animal print is a crime. At least, to you it is, apparently not to the designer.
Totally not making the next fashion trends.Β
Lost in thought you had began to walk down a hallway, the desolate hallway. Following the allocated signs to the gym. Your eyes scanning the walls and other things in the building. Looking at more barred and sealed windows. As well as the stairwell, which was tightly sealed, for no apparent reason. No way up or down. Not like it was broken and posing a safety hazard for the lack of students this school has.
Intrested in more? This is a snipet from my fic, Behind Her Lies, on both wattpad and quotev.
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Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.
The Project from Hell.
Manjiro Sano x Reader
-> When you get stuck with the infamous no-show Manjiro Sano as your partner for a major class project, you hunt him down fully prepared to drag a delinquent legend back to school by the collar if you have to.
Word Count: 5,554
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It starts with a list.
A stupid, crumpled, printed list your teacher taped to the chalkboard while the class groaned like they had just been sentenced. You lean forward in your seat, dragging your finger down the columns of names until you find your own.
And then you blink.
And then you blink again.
ββ¦Who the hell is Manjiro Sano?β
The classroom goes dead silent.
Three heads snap toward you like you just said a slur. Someone drops a pencil. Someone else actually gasps. It's dramatic enough that you lean back in your chair, wondering if youβve somehow missed a world-ending announcement.
A girl near you leans in, whispering like sheβs imparting ancient knowledge.
βYouβ¦ donβt know who that is?β
βNo?β you answer slowly. βShould I?β
Her eyes widen with the kind of fear usually reserved for natural disasters.
βThatβs Mikey,β she hisses.
You stare blankly.
βThat doesnβt help,β you say.
Her jaw unhinges. βTHE Mikey.β
this is criminally underrated
i n t e n t i o n s
a/n: i had a dream abt this lil scenario once. Am I too lazy to write it all out? Yes. Maybe I make this a whole ass fic? Maybe also yes.
character: light yagami
Light. Someone who was always the top of his class, the one who was into his academics. Always number one in exams. But yet, as of late, he's became more and more... different. As both a Kira suspect and as a individual.
You, a Kira Case Investigator, studied his behaviour in the potential of being Kira. So, this 'date' was mearly a guise for you to study his behaviour, since in this time frame, he's being going on many with different girls to your knowledge.
A date here and there.
'So, what are you going to order?' You ask, as you take a break from your own eyes scanning the menu to looking at the potenial serial killer seated before you.
'Perhaps the chocolate cake roll?' He commented, his eyes never leaving the cafe's menu. He subtly glanced over his shoulder, a odd move. Maybe he heard something? Too minor to claim he's Kira over.
'Straight to dessert then?' You smile, though it didn't quite meet your eyes. Though, you think he could tell you were faking it.
'A sweet treat is good every once in a while.' He shrugged. Your eyes trailed to the menu. Scanning the options.
'I'll have the Apple Crumble.' You stated, though you could've sworn he tensed slightly. Like he was silently praying for something to go his way.
Like he was praying for something divine. Or for a ounce of something having the restraint in this very moment.
'Something wrong? You've gone silent. Not a fan of Apple Desserts?'
'No no, it's okay. I just, got a sudden chill down my spine.'
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Hello! Could you do N x Fem! Disassembly drone reader (who has red acid instead of yellow if thatβs okay??) who has heavy trauma from her time as a worker drone, and often gets reminded of her trauma?? Ok have a nice day/night, byee!
a/n : um. i apologise for this like literally never getting posted until now. but it sat in the drafts for way too long. also haven't watched md in a hot minute.
character : N
You've always been different.
Modified.
You were nothing like any of the other dissassmbly drones you call your friends. No similarites other than the thirst to consume Worker Drones.
From your red nanite acid, or to your different nature. Today was no diffrent after a feeding off a Worker Drone. Some Drone that was too busy absorbed talking about Doors to see you or N coming.
"What.. I did... What?"
You look down to see the Red Nanite acid dissolving the Drone after you got what you wanted from it. It was like you didn't know what you did, like you were having a rude shock after a hunger filled frenzy.
"Are you.... oh." N popped his head around a corner. Looking at you like you've gone crazy.
"I don't want to talk about it." You quickly dismissed any of the questions that were sure to follow up.
"But-"
"No."
He tilted his head. Trying to gauge your mood and emotions. He was too kind and empathethic for his own good sometimes. It easily irked V and J.
You sighed.
"It's just I don't like harming Worker Drones.... I know how it is trying to survive against Designation Drones."
N nodded and offered a hug. His arms hesitating to get closer to you. It was like the thought of being a hair too close would get his arms ripped off their sockets.
"It's okay N. I won't dissasemble you."
To that, you both laughed as he finally wrapped his arms around you.
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a/n : I've finally gotten back into writing! For now.... maybe I'll even write shit for wattpad too. But enjoy this short ass drabble.
character : Sal Fisher
'Let me see... how'd this happen?' You hold a cold facewasher to Sal's face. Smearing the crimson colour across his face.
'I don't want to talk about it.' He was quick to refuse any explanation to why he approached you in the hallway with his mask dripping blood from underneath.
'You sure?'
'I... I dunno.' Already second guessing himself. Going backwards on what he wants and feels like doing in his mind. He typically did that, you noticed after speanding some time with him.
Your hand rinses the cloth under a water fountain tap, the red washing down the drain. Before returning to the scarred side of his face.
'Did you want me to help you fix and wipeout your mask too?'
'I would like that... thanks... for everything.'
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pined my whole life.
summary: you and wally have been best friends for years, little do you know that the ginger speedster himself has a MASSIVE CRUSH on you, so he communicates in a way that he knows you;ll understand; music (1105 wrds).
notes: fluff, friends to lovers, wally and reader are in college, wally calls reader "babe," matt maltese mention, philosophy slander, music slander (srry linkin park), lowkey oblivious!reader, i tried my best to make the reader as gender neutral as possible, enjoy everyone <3 (navigation here).
next stop is, keystone south; keystone south station.
the announcement of the next stop sounded grainy through the trainβs speaker, which was being distorted even more from the rumbling train that you could feel underneath your feet. could the 2 hour trip to central city be entirely avoided if wally just ran the both of you there? yeah. did wally purposely choose not to so that he could spend more time with you? totally.Β
βseriously wally? you really couldnβt run us all the way there?β you huff out, a slight annoyed look overtaking your features as you cross your arms and slouch in the uncomfortable train seat.
βi already told you babe, my back has been KILLING me lately, the weight of all those chemistry textbooks really adds up you know!β wally says, grinning and slightly shoving your shoulder for emphasis on his point.Β
βplus, this gives me more time to give you song recs! you have really bad taste you know that right?β the ginger says, elbowing your side and laughing when you shove him back.
βnot true wally, you are the one with bad taste! i still canβt believe that out of all the songs that are out there, never gonna give you up was the top song on your spotify wrapped!β you say through laughter.
βyou call it bad taste, i call it being enlightened,β wally states, wiggling his eyebrows around and making a stupid face. you shove him again while trying but failing to suppress a grin, hands moving down your face in a mix of amusement and utter exhaustion.
Β βokay in all seriousness though, can i show you a song iβve been obsessed with lately? like i cannot stop listening to this! give me one second!β you say with excitement, pausing your conversation with your best friend to take your phone out of your pocket and wired earbuds out of your bag. when you plugged in your earbuds and had the song loaded up on spotify, you handed wally one of your earbuds, smiling while doing so.
brushing your fingers, wally took the earbud from your hand and put it into his ear, leaning back a little bit while having a slight blush dust his freckled cheeks. was your best friend of 6 years turning red from brushing fingers with you? yeah. have innocent touches and fun moments with you caused him to spiral and make his 8 month crush on you even worse? totally.Β
β...i wasnβt expecting slow chemical! dick was right, that logic final really did a number on you!β wally says through laughter.Β
βshut up wally!β you squawk, slapping his arm and scoffing in protest, βi didnβt expect my prof to destroy my average this badly!βΒ
βno can do babe, i like talking too much. and plus, you still came out of that class with a 87, so your prof can suck it!β wally states with overexaggerated pride while raising his fist.Β
βyeah yeah whatever; you have any songs you wanna share?β you ask while looking up at the ginger beside you and passing your phone to him. wally takes the phone and starts typing, a slight look of hesitation in his face. he stops typing and pauses for a second before pressing play, a slight essence of fear displayed on his face.Β
has it been a century, or a couple hours?Β
i don't believe in ancient wisdom, but itβs in the stars
thinking of you each night, just like i was born toΒ
i should get a PhD in yearning all the timeΒ
as the first verses of the song plays, you look up at wally smiling, signilling that youβre enjoying it. wally flashes you a quick smile, trying to swallow down the feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach.Β
i've pined for you my whole life
morning noon and night
and i'll pine βtill the day i die
yes it's wrong but why?
after the chorus you pause the song and look up at wally again while cocking an eyebrow. βhey wal, can i ask you a question?β you state, taking the earbud out of your ear while sitting up more. the ginger beside you nods, taking out his own earbud as well.Β
βfirstly I didnβt know you were into matt maltese!β you state smiling from ear to ear whilst grabbing his arm and giving it a little squeeze, leaning into his side. wally tenses up for barely a second, and then relaxes while letting out a breathy laugh and a slight shrug in response, leaning into your touch.Β
βand secondly, are you finally going to admit you like me, or keep looking at me like an injured puppy?β you say with a playful tone, looking into wallyβs eyes, down to his lips, and back up to his eyes again. the speedster in front of you paused all his movements immediately and his jaw dropped, letting out a noise that sounded like disbelief and shock at the same time. you giggled, closing his jaw with your hand and crossing your arms.
βwhatβs wrong west, cat got your tongue?β you say with a smirk. wally then turns to face you more, shuffling closer to you while grabbing your hands.Β
βspeak for yourself babe,β the ginger says with a surge of confidence and flirty tone, leaning in and locking his lips with yours. the kiss ended as soon as it began, with you now being shocked and wally giving you a boyish grin in response. you blink, stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter, smacking his chest lightly.
βthat was so overdue oh my gosh,β you say through a smile, cheeks burning. wally grins, vibrating a bit; βwhat can i say babe iβm full of surprises.β the train begins to slow, the announcerβs voice crackling again: βnext stop is, keystone docks; keystone docks station. change here for line 2β
you glance out the window, then back at him. βguess weβre almost there.β βyeah,β wally says softly, eyes on you instead of the station. βbut i kinda wish the ride was longer,β he says with a slight pout. you nudge your shoulder against his. βdonβt worry, we still have to take a totally other train line before we even get even close to central city, we have all the time in the world,β you say with a grin, sliding your hands together and intertwining your fingers with his.
he squeezes your hand, grinning. βgood. because iβve got a whole playlist of songs that remind me of you.β βcanβt wait to hear it lover boy!β you say with a slight teasing tone and a wink.
β.α Β© smllvlle Β²β΅ο½‘π¦ΉΒ°β§
a/n: gizmo appearing out of nowhere. that was my inspo.
character: sal fisher
It was your first time being in Sal's apartment. You smiled as he opened the door and let you in. He rubbed his neck, almost anxiously. Like a child who had just broken a vase.
β Sorry about the mess. β
Sal mumbled from behind his mask. To which you shook your head, silently telling him it was fine. You had followed him into his room, sitting on his bed.
β I'll make popcorn, yeah? β
He twirled the tip of one of his blue pigtails between his thumb and forefinger. It was obvious he wasn't sure on how to be a good host. He was nervous.
β Yeah, popcorn sounds amazing. β
You smile, trying to ease his ever increasing nervousness. Even if it was a feeble attempt, before he left to go make some popcorn. While you sat on his bed, you took a look around his room. Not in a bad way, just a... I want to see his space kind of way.
β Hey... Sal? β
Your voice rang out, to get nothing in response. Your eyes dart to the pile of clothes, they were moving. Rustling. Did Sal know he had something moving, possibly breathing, in his bedroom? Let alone his apartment.
β Sal! β
You called out again, still nothing. You let out a sigh, taking a step towards the clothes. Then another. Until you were 3 feet away from the moving pile. You lightly kicked the pile with your foot.. did that pile just hiss?
β Sal! Sal! Why do your clothes hiss? β
You called out once more, and before you knew it. Gizmo popped out. The Maine Coon looking cat was annoyed. You had just disturbed its nap.
β Oh yeah... That's Gizmo. β
Sal smiled as he returned from the kitchen, bowl of fresh popcorn in his hands. He said that like it was the most casual thing in the world, just like the ghosts. Sal was strange, but he was your kind of strange.
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SUPRISE
im back with possibly a shred of a urge to write :)
(my cert is kicking my ass)
doll m.list
βοΈ Fluff κ© Angst
β§ Platonic βοΈοΈ Sad
β₯ reader who speaks russian
summary: self explanitory
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hey! i was wondering if you could do some N x Reader angst??? like how N would feel being in a fight with reader or reader just being reckless and how would N resolve this oh and i didnt specify what drone reader would be i thought i would leave that up to you if you wanted to pick a W drone reader or M drone reader or even Human reader i really love your work i just got into the Murder Drones fandom and i take a real liking to your works soooo i thought i would request something even if you dont end up doing this its fine! i just wanted you to know i really like your work make sure to take care of yourself!!βοΈ
a/n: you like my work??? tytytyty!! i feel like it could be way better and have like a specific layout look.
character: n
qπ¦ΉΒ°β§ in a fight
.α at the start he'd try to remain calm. like boy would try to keep himself from getting emotional
.α it wouldn't last long tbh
.α if he could cry, he'd be a angry crier
.α i think just fighting with you or anyone else would make him anxious
qπ¦ΉΒ°β§ recklessness
.α if your being reckless, he'd panic and worry
.α falling from something? nearly broke him, but he'd catch you
.α i feel like he'd malfunction from stress.
.α n is just so sweet.
qπ¦ΉΒ°β§ personal feelings
.α n 100000% does not like fighting at all. with you? especially not.
.α i feel like it would make him feel guilty and upset from fighting with someone.
.α he would be like a puppy. like a sad puppy.
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EEEEE HI HELLO
CAN I UHHHHHH.,.,. REQUEST DOLL X READER WHO LIKE. ALSO SPEAKS RUSSIAN..,.,??
(Reader can be any gender)
(you don't have to btw!!)
a/n: watch me fail the little activity spark i got going right now.
character: doll
ππβ i think this could be used for both casual conversation and evil a like.
ππβ like you two could be having a public conversation about plotting murder but to the other worker drones? it would be like a plain monday at school.
ππβ you two would be partners in crime frfr
ππβ if you are involved with her and her absolute solver plans, you two would easily work off one another
ππβ poor lizzy, like? you and doll talking russian while she has no clue what you to are talking about.
ππβ ik i said you two would be partners in crime, but she'd probably still be independant and untrusting.
ππβ girl is still self reliant
ππβ overall? evil and chaotic.
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random idea but could you do V x reader that LOVES to flirt with V and V only?
a/n: say no more. this may not be what you've been picturing, but i hope it's close
character: v
.π₯ έ Λ worker drone wise, i think she'd be looking at you like your a snack.... literally
.π₯ έ Λ murder drone? probably would see you as a nuisance. probally more so then n
.π₯ έ Λ at the prom? again, she was planning to eat you.
.π₯ έ Λ romancing this drone would be a challange. cus you'd either be food or annoying in her eyes.
.π₯ έ Λ i think it'd take ages for her to return your advances.
.π₯ έ Λ how would everyone else take it? it's a mixture of feelings
βΉ n - big confused, lowkey thinks half of it's just like friendly thing. if you say something dirty, poor boy would self combust. but if this is his liking v era, i feel he'd be jealous.
βΉ uzi - i think it would bother her. like it would not exactly gross her out, but she would find it distracting.
βΉ j - absolutly hates it with a passion. since j is work driven, i say she would use some fancy words to describe it being unprofessional and that it was wasting company time.
.π₯ έ Λ but overall? she'd probably act annoyed but secrectly could be fond of it.
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question....
If you're taking requests, would you be fine with the MD teacher x male reader headcanons?
Asking for a friend haha. Ha.
I would be accepting reqs for the teacher. I may just need to rewatch MD to rejog my memory.
I N F E C T E D
a/n: this is just pure angst. i swear to you. also, reqs are open, give me ideas x
characters: sal fisher
tw: death, murder
There you were, just in the kitchen of your parent's old apartment. It was nice of them to give you it while you were doing further post secondry study.
Sure, Addison Apartment's weren't the nicest place. But this old building is very dear to you, afterall this is where you met the love of your life and most of your current friends.
As you were reaching for some food to put in to the pot, your eyes fall upon the picture frame. It was of you and Sal. It was a old picture, but it was a nice one. It was of prom, Sal was your prom date. He went despite not wanting to go.
You couldn't hear much, due to music playing while you cooked. But the second you turned around, you saw Sal. But, something wasn't quite right.
β Sal? β
Your hands grabbed the counter behind you. It's not that you didn't trust him, you trusted your partner with all your life. But something didn't quite seem the same. It was his eyes.
β What are you doing? Are you okay? β
Your voice had wavered. You weren't okay. How could you possibly be okay in this scenario? Larry was dead, Sal wasn't acting like he usually did.
β I'm sorry. β
Those were the only words that graced his lips. The only words he's spoken this whole interaction.
β For what? β
β If you were in my position, you'd do the same. β
He looked down. Not wanting to face your gaze. He pulled out a bloodied knife from his sweater. Who's blood was it? You didn't know. But your heart beat heightened at him coming closer while brandishing the knife.
β Sal! Get away from me! β
You screamed, pushing off the counter and running off to seek shelter in your apartment. To call for help.
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N I G H T M A R E
a/n: i just love sal. thats it.
character: sal fisher
!SPOILERS AHEAD!
It was the dead of night, not a single sound through the apartment. All was calm and quiet. Sal was happily wrapped up in his lover's embrace. His glass eye in his cup of water, alongside his prosthetic face.
The clock had just struck midnight, thats when he started to stir. In his dreams he was living out what he thought was the worst possible moment of his life.
In his dreams, it was a nightmare. One of when he was younger. One of that man with the dog mask. The shotgun in the man's hands.
You had woken up to his frantic rambles and tossing side to side. Safe to say, you were concerned.
β You're okay. I got you. β
You whispered to the blue haired boy. Your fingertips gently soothing him as they ran across the scarred side of his face. You saw his eye open, the blue iris looking up at you.
β Did you want to talk about it? I'm here for you. Always am. β
You asked only to be greeted by a sleepy head shake. His face just nuzzled further into you. He just wanted your affection and soothing words to calm his fears. To calm the whirlwind of thoughts in his brain.
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