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[roze-latte-zz]

“Dressed to Kill (Them)” - poly!marauders

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You’d promised yourself this was just going to be a quick change in front of the mirror. Try on the new dress you’d picked up in Hogsmeade, maybe laugh at how different it made you look, then shove it back into the bag before anyone noticed. But of course, nothing was ever that simple with the boys.

Sirius was the first to catch you. “Merlin’s sake, love,” he drawled from the doorframe, lips curling into that smug grin, “planning to kill us all before dinner?” His eyes raked shamelessly over you, lingering far too long on the curve of your hips.

Before you could tell him to sod off, James bounded in behind him, hair messy from practice, face lighting up when he saw you. “Bloody hell, you look—” His voice cracked a little, and his ears went pink. “—you look amazing, sweetheart.”

And then, inevitably, Remus. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you squirm under the combined attention. His mouth tugged into a slow, wicked smile. “I don’t think she bought that for a trip to Hogsmeade,” he murmured. “Not with how short it is.”

Your face went red instantly. “I did, actually. This is just… casual.”

You tried to cross your arms, but that only made the neckline dip further. Sirius wolf-whistled, James muttered something about needing oxygen, and Remus—ever the worst—stepped forward, tilting his head as if he were studying a particularly delicate piece of art. His fingers brushed the hem of the skirt, not quite lifting it, but close enough to make you squeak. “Mm. The color’s perfect,” he said, voice low. “But I think it would look even better on the floor.”

James groaned, half laughing, half exasperated. “Moony, you can’t just say things like that—”

“Why not?” Sirius grinned wolfishly, draping an arm around your shoulders. “She’s ours, isn’t she? And if she wants to walk around in something that short, I say let her. Just means everyone else gets jealous, and we get to bring her home.”

You swatted his chest, but the heat in your face gave you away. Remus’s smirk only deepened, and James, bless him, tried to be the responsible one—except his hands wouldn’t stop fidgeting at his sides, like he was fighting the urge to touch you.

Finally, you huffed, “I’m not showing you any more outfits. You’re all insufferable.”

Sirius pressed a dramatic hand over his heart. “Insufferably in love, maybe.”

Remus’s eyes flicked down again, deliberate, and his voice dropped low enough to make you shiver. “And insufferably tempted.”

James buried his face in your shoulder with a muffled laugh, muttering, “Merlin help me, you’re going to be the death of us.”

[lovbitten]

dont get mad. dont get mad at me.

poor attempt at replicating the style but i had to put myself there i just had to. hi.

[cut3stcutie]

The voice kink in me melts for deep-voiced men who act all strong and tough—until they finish and start whimpering, whining, begging, and murmuring all kinds of things in that same deep voice. Omg.

[kodamos-bucket]

Very old and ugly sketches I found in the chat history. I'll provide my slightly rough translation for the images because it will be difficult to translate using photo translators. Brace yourselves.

Every time I think about Kaycee wearing a chemo hat.

My first attempt at drawing Kaycee:

Cigarettes are like people – you love them, but they are killing you.

It is based more on her in-game sprite than on the photo from the files.

In my interpretation, Casey is a depressed failure in her 30s. She didn't manage to become the successful developer or programmer she saw herself as, ended up without a family or close people, and, unfortunately, fell ill with cancer. Her careless attitude toward her own life can be seen in how she continues to smoke, even though she can barely breathe as it is.

– And when I was diagnosed with cancer, all my friends scattered, like I’d already died. Could’ve at least invited me to the funeral.

– My body beat the disease... But I don’t get why. It’s like I lost my excuse to tragically disappear.

Casey is unhappy and lonely. Even when she was offered the job she had dreamed of, it turned out to be a sham. The strange game they were hired to make was creating itself; the developers only had to pretend they were doing something useful... like "actively testing" one of the game's bosses by playing cards with him, for example.

– Y'know, I traded up more than one Squirrel to get my spot here. I was kinda hoping to be the Wolf, not... Mealworm.

– Solid card. Don't know what you're complaining about.

– Never mind..

Kaycee took the floppy disk home to be able to talk to that funny NPC more often. He seemed so... real. He seemed almost alive.

Casey Ow Don't pretend you went to work You went there yesterday I want to play, Casey. Hey. Don't ignore me Are you dead already? Why did you do that? Casey.

Perhaps too alive.

[strawberryfairyflower]

go away fae go away go away

[zombmp4]

my fav part of the tyler catastrophe stuff is that he genuinely believes being half portuguese or whatever equates to being latino 😭 BOY YOU ARE WHITE

[brcken-bottles]

"I get in trouble for taking a sip of alcohol now and then, meanwhile they get away with playing with it. What gives?"

[gakejyllenhaal]

yuuji: Schrödingers cat is boring, if you wanna talk to something dead and alive im always right here …