#mona.

[hungrydogs-if]

Fakeout makeout? Fakeout makeout.

(pretty please, dear author? 🥺)

oh boy you're getting some text now, nonny. you've opened the floodgates for one of my favorite tropes.

also these are a bit ambiguous and abrupt but i hope you enjoy! also all in the same setting.

dane

a wall catches your back just as a rough hand settles on the nape of your neck, cold rings a stark contrast to the sudden heat of his lips on yours. the beard scratches your chin as he holds still, the broad expanse of his torso shielding you from those prying eyes that settle on your darkened forms in the dimly-lit alley. you hear a distant voice mistake you for just a couple of drunken lovebirds, and you feel the chuckle that rumbles in his chest through where your hand is pressed against it. the footsteps recede until there is no other sound than your intermingled breathing, and the hammering of your heart beneath your chest. the fingers release your neck and trail over to tug at the lapels of your jacket, gripping it just for a moment longer before he pulls away with a laugh and a smile, his words a husky rumble in the darkness; "close call, huh?"

mona

she is swift when the footsteps approach, pulling you into an alcove with strength you know only she possesses. in the darkness you hear her ask, "do you trust me?" but she knows the answer. nimble fingers snake around your throat, sharp nails gently scratching into sensitive skin right below your ear and warm, plush lips press against yours as you stumble back against the wall. her thumbs soothe the edge of your jaw, and the taste of black cherries lingers on your lips as the darkness swallows you. the beam of a flashlight passes overhead, and in that brief moment you freeze, the hand that now rests on her hips tightening in response. she pulls away, whispers a reassuring hush, amber eyes glinting in that brief luminous glow. as the footsteps grow distant, she offers you a final caress across your cheekbones, and you know you're safe once again.

sam (no kiss, hugs instead)

their fingers are cold wrapped around your wrist. labored breaths escape both of you, and the feeling of hopelessness creeps closer with every footsteps you hear approaching further behind. a sudden diversion of your path makes you stumble, leg catching a stray debris and you feel gravity meeting you. the pain never comes, a soft body trapped beneath yours as you lie on top of them, heat radiating off overexerted bodies hiding in the shadows. when the footsteps grow louder, they panic, wide eyes darting from you to the alley, and suddenly your body is pulled towards them in an impressive feat of strength. they hug you tight, and you, too, let your head rest against their shoulder as you return the embrace. you stay there for what feels like hours until the night is once again quiet, and you've never enjoyed the silence of the city quite as much as you do then, held tight in those arms.

thirteen

stray lights reflect off a visor when they tilt their head, eerily quiet, like death itself. a miniscule raise of their chin is all the warning you get before gloved fingers curl around your forearm, and the world shifts on its axis. a wall welcomes you with a harsh pain, and you bite your tongue not to make a sound. in a rush, your vision goes dark. the smell of leather invades your senses, the sensation of a warm palm over your eyes a sudden shift. the hollering continues, echoing down the narrow alley, but the impact of what you know is fiberglass on asphalt steals your attention. a questions forms on your lips, your own fingers reaching for the hand planted over your eyes only to be pushed aside, pinned to the cold wall by your head. the questions are swiftly silenced by something rough - lips not at all soft, but scarred, with a deep gouge across, leaving the sensation bizarre, asymmetrical. before you can collect you thoughts, the cold fiberglass of a Helmer grazes the bridge of your nose, and the warm leather disappears from your eyes, leaving you blinking at your own reflection in that infernal, abyssal visor. the phantom sensation still lingers on your lips, and they lift a finger to their face in a shushing motion, only then releasing the hand still pinned to the wall.

angel

"what did you do, what did you do" the words are spoken in a panic, two strong hands on your shoulders in attempt to shake the answer out of you. hazel eyes burn into yours, wild and frantic. searching for an answer you can't articulate. a frustrated growl comes from them as they pace, hands running through their hair. your brain doesn't catch up with your movements before you've shedded the telltale jacket off your shoulders, quickly discarded on the ground, swallowed by the shadows falling around you. your hands are on their body before you realize, and the grunt of impact is swallowed by your lips when they tumble against the harsh wall. you feel angry fingers curling into the collar of your shirt, freezing there as voices call out from beyond the darkness. their lips are soft, cold in the frigid evening air, and you feel the snarl in how they mold against yours, if only for a moment before the sounds of angry pursuers vanish and you're roughly shoved back. meeting those furious eyes is a sight, and in the low light you see no hazel, only blown pupils glaring daggers at you.

#asks. #dane. #mona. #angel. #sam. #thirteen. #i've been working on this for a long time #aorry for the massive delay #and different writing styles #there was a long break between the first three and the rest lol #enjoy though! #hopefully #not beta read

[nightmaretist]

@thunderstroked replied to your post “[pm] I do not think you care about carrots, but...”:

[pm] My friend tried to make me into a snowman, called it Snowmona. It came to life after the carrot was possessed. [...] You what? You watched it in first person? Not through, Tik Tok or something?

​[pm] What the fuck??? What happened to the snowmona? Did you take care of it or?

I went on a ghost tour, was bored out of my brain from being inside. Thought it might be interesting. Next thing I know our tour guide is rising from the ground and the abormality is splitting and oozing. People died. Those fucking crystals, everywhere. I can't make sense of it. The fuck is wrong with this place

#thunderstroked #mona. #mona: 002. #dash.

[onlytiktoks]

#tiktok #blind #visually impaired #braille #mona lisa #inclusion #inclusivity #accessibility #disabled lives matter #disabled life #disabled #louvre #art museum #museum #louvre museum

[nicostiel]

Glass Onion (2022) + Art

#glassonionedit #knivesoutedit #glass onion #knives out #glass onion: a knives out mystery #glass onion knives out #daniel craig #janelle monae #art #movies #films #gay #*myedits

[erosia-rhodes]

Actual Google results for “World’s Greatest Detective”:

#glass onion #daniel craig #benoit blanc #rian johnson #knives out #batman #world's greatest detective #janelle monae #helen brand #cassandra brand #google #google search #detective

[janellemonae]

ILYSM! 🤣Happy pride! 🫶🏾🌈🥹

#aclu #aclu SoCal #pride month #happy pride #janelle Monae #the age of pleasure #lgbtqia #lgbtq

[ayoedebiris]

@lgbtqcreators​ creator meme: [5/8] lgbtq+ celebs "I had to free my own mind of what, at that time, what I felt like masculine adrogynous energy looks like. I was living in my own binary, and I was like there's no way that I can be androgynous with bigger boobs now. How I feel inside is the thing that I needed to work through." — JANELLE MONÁE

#janelle monáe #janelle monae #jmonaeedit #dailylgbtq #lgbtsource #userlgbtq #pocsource #userbru #userjacko #useraashna #userrobin #* #lgbtqcmeme

[theedorksinlove]

different viewpoints

#they’re so cool #* #*photo #sunset #space #eiffel tower #grand canyon #mushroom #pyramid #mona lisa #space shuttle

[lalage]

miss mona megistus

dress is sarah burton for alexander mcqueen 2016 with mona specific alterations

#genshin impact #mona #ill level my mona one day.. i mostly gnshn with my fav 4 stars bc i have them at max constellations and 5 star weps now lol

[arttla]

comfy....

#oc #chloe #mona #devil #enby #trans #monster girl #demon #love

[seaside-cave]

entering my benoit blanc era

#ssc art #glass onion #knives out glass onion #glass onion spoilers #benoit blanc #janelle monae #fanart #i saw your chanel boots (ascots) mr blanc!! #also i say benoit blanc era but miss janelle has had my heart for years #make no mistake

[hungrydogs-if]

Just got recc'ed this game today and YEAH I can't wait to read now. Saw that cute lil short of the VP with Angel's daughter and now I have to know-

The ROs (maybe early crush stage?) reactions to seeing an intimidating (at least visually) VP being kind and entertaining a passing kid with a soft smile on their face like with card tricks or cats cradle or something?

So looking forward to making my VP!!!

people get this game rec'd to them? i- 🥺👉👈 thank you love, i can't wait to get a proper, meaty demo out for y'all!

now, my inability to react properly to compliments aside, here's something i'm marginally better at: some reaction writing!

dane would feel that warm, fuzzy feeling of affection that comes with seeing one's crush best friend do something that makes them light up. of course he's well aware that at the end of the day, the mc - even if they look and/or act intimidating - is very much human. he'd stand there in muted adoration with a goofy little smile on his face and eventually call them a dork.

mona would be keeping an eye out for threats, as she usually is. but the distraction proves too tempting, and she lowers her guard to watch, a soft smile on her lips. knowing her, she would encourage the mc to show their best tricks, and get the child all hyped up for the show while she secretly basks in the peaceful expression on the mc's face.

sam loves card tricks, so they're just as transfixed on those as they are on the sight of the mc looking anything but a rugged criminal. they'd probably blurt out that they didn't know the mc could look so serene, instead of the terrifying visage they used to be so scared of. after that they'd quickly hide the blush and sheepishly ask for more tricks.

thirteen is bad at expressing any outward emotion, so they'd just... stand there. staring. it's a bit creepy sure, but they're paying very close attention; everything from how the way mc's eyes look softer, how their tone shifts to make the kid feel safe, to the miniscule changes in posture and stance. they'd be captivated by it, intrigued and in a bit of awe.

and angel, they'd be skeptical at first. it's in their nature to be suspicious of the mc no matter what they do, but the stone-cold detective might just crack when the kid laughs. it'd raise confusing feelings, contradicting ones, as they - to their horror - slowly start to realize that they enjoy seeing the mc outside the rigid bubble the san maro pd has placed them in.

#asks. #dane. #mona. #sam. #thirteen. #angel. #queenbol #it's 4am pls excuse any grammatical errors

[nightmaretist]

[pm] I do not think you care about carrots, but don't buy them. They have the power to possess snowmen.

[pm] I wasn't going to and definitely won't now. How'd you find this bit of funky town lore out, then?

I'm not sure if this is WR's biggest issue, though. The abnormality — I watched it crack open, ooze out more of its goo, crystals, whatnot. Something's [....] wrong.

#dash. #mona. #mona: 002.

[generalized-incompetence]

Not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing (drift compatible)

#pacific rim #pacrim #i know this is not dghda but also it IS dghda because how ELSE do you characterize the plethora of parallels on this show?? #what are s1 bart and ken or s1 ken and todd or estevez and zimmerfield or farah and mona or the rowdies generally #this is my new favorite categorization method for all three of you crossover fans out there

[nicostiel]

Glass Onion Parallels (insp)

#knivesoutedit #glassonionedit #glass onion #knives out #glass onion knives out #glass onion: a knives out mystery #daniel craig #films #movies #janelle monae #helen brand #*myedits

[389]

Mona Hatoum, Grater Divide, 2002 Mild steel, 204 cm x variable width and depth

#art #design #Mona Hatoum #grater #u