#//and they'll love their nibling.

[oneandahalfwolf]

starter for @hellishtrickster

Five years old was far too young to be out all alone, but for one small wolf-kin that was exactly how they found themself.

Benkai’l Fireblade had been running for ages, unable to count how many suns and moons had gone as they’d only been focused on getting far away from their home. A home that was now ashes on the ground.

They didn’t know what had cause the explosion. One moment they were giggling with Mama and Papa, the next there was a loud bang followed by heat and pain. Between their cries of hurt and howls of fear they could hear their parents telling them to run away, to take their bear and find safety somewhere else. They hadn’t listened at first, too preoccupied with urging their Mama and Papa to get up and come with them.

When the two adults stopped talking and moving, and they couldn’t see from smoke or cry from coughing however, they knew they had to go.

With one last sniffle they shifted forms, grabbing their singed teddy by the ear before they squeezed out of the nearest hole and ran out into the night. They ran as fast as their paws would carry them, hearing the rabble of the townsfolk behind them and even at a young age they knew those people were not going to help them – experience of the speciesism and bullying perpetrated towards them strong in the small wolf-kin’s mind. 

So they ran. They ran into the nearby forest and kept running, heading inland and east as their Papa would have pointed out. They ran until they couldn't anymore and collapsed under a bush, sobbing out more grief until exhaustion and pain sent them to sleep. 

The next day they continued moving, though at a slower pace and stopping whenever they got too tired or too sore or too hungry - which was a lot. They were able to sate their thirst in streams and puddles, and appease some of their hunger by shifting and hunting some small rodents. It wasn’t enough but it stopped the nausea and the rumbling for a while.

As they travelled they were able to stop by a few towns and get help. Or rather they tried to ask for help but very few people actually wanted to do so. Many would curse or spit or lash out at them before they even opened their mouth to speak. A few citizens here and there did take pity on them. In one town an elven man who ran an apothecary stall gave them a minor healing potion after seeing the burn wounds on their back still peeking through their ruined clothes, whilst a human woman working in a small tailors gave them a cloak to try and protect the raw skin as well as keep them warm. In another, a halfling gave them an apple and a dwarf gave them a chunk of meat. 

Even though these acts of kindness were few and far between, the small wolf-kin greatly appreciated each one. However, having more and more people treat them unkindly started to wear them down.

That’s how they found themself in an alleyway of this latest small village, hiding in a wooden box that sat on its side and crying quietly into the singed fur of their bear. They could hear the rabble from the inn further down the main road, but others' fun couldn’t pull them from their own misery.  

They were cold, the ‘roof’ of the box protecting them from the drizzle but the open top and the broken bottom on either side of them created a draft that chilled their bones. They were tired, every part of their body heavy and sore with it. They were hungry, stomach squeezing itself into knots as a sick icky feeling mingled with the painful pangs. They were hurting, the burns on their back stinging and itching worse than ever before.

Most of all, they were missing their Mama and Papa.

[blujayonthewing]

I need a version of that doodle of me with an armload of OCs that's just gnomes

[honey-minded-hivemind]

how about yandere dad wolverine and uncle sabertooth [ the animated series ] x kid reader. when you have time p.s. have a safe and happy b day.

Woo! Thank you, @roxanndrummond!

• Wolverine as a dad is protective. He isn't letting you near anything sharp, but he would teach you about wild animals and different plants, especially if you're a feral mutant like him, or a very curious, nature-oriented kid

• He loves you. He saw you as a baby, he held you, he fed you, he spent the night and day helping you sleep and playing with you, he adores you. He adores all of his kids, but he's a bit more worried about you, possibly due to.seeing you grow up

• He finds it cute when you dress like him, be it in flannels or white t-shirts or in yellow or black. Jokingly calls you honey badger, or little badger, he scoops you into bear hugs and will nuzzle you lovingly

• No one bullies you for long. The moment he hears about it, he's dealing with the best or brats who did so, he's giving their parent/s a warning, and telling any school or camp that the next time they let that happen, he is making it personal, and will be having more than words with them...

• He tries to keep.l Sabretooth from being near you, but that usually fails. At least he's a fun uncle (when not actively trying to kidnap your dad, which he disguises as impromptu field trips and vacations-)

• Sabretooth is happily letting you play with his hair or look at his claws, and will encourage you to hunt and play in the woods and yard to your heart's content. Kills off any snakes in the area, he is not risking them biting you, and sets up small cameras to spy around and make sure you (and Logan) aren't stolen or try to escape

• Will cook your favorite dinner, or Logan's. He happily eats it as well, and will listen to you talk about your day, what birds you saw, how you found it funny your dad was sleeping so much, how you collected a few new rocks... He doesn't mind playing games, especially if it exercises your mutation or gets Logan to play along with being a family...

• Keeps Weapon X away from you. He might have let them mess with him and his brother, but he sure as h*ll is not letting them get their hands on you. You are his nibling, his brother's own tiny runt, and he will not let anyone hurt you as long as he's alive. Will eat anyone who tries to hurt you, or toss them off a cliff, or feed them to a few hungry wolves or lions...

• He hugs you, picks you up, cuddles I'm front of the fire, and happily tells you stories of when he and Logan were kids and were out in nature, or a few less... gory... Weapon X stories... or even how he tends to beat your dad in fights. He strives strives be your favorite uncle, and will not accept anyone else being it

• Wolverine and Sabretooth still fight, Logan won't willingly stay, Victor won't let him go without a fight, and they can get very scary... but they won't do it in front of you. You don't need to be scared of them, or feel unsafe around them. So they'll tolerate the other going against their wishes, if only for your sake and innocence...

[harunayuuka2060]

Lucifer: MC, you're going to be late for school.

Teen MC: *14 years old* But I haven't said good morning to Papa yet.

Lucifer: Alright. I'll give you five minutes.

Teen MC: *rushes to his room*

Asmo: Aww~ MC hasn't changed even when they reached puberty.

Levi: That's a strong filial love.

Mammon: I'm sure Lucifer's a bit jealous. Whahaha!

Lucifer: Shut up, Mammon.

Teen MC: *comes back* Uncle, I'll be skipping classes today.

Lucifer: We were just about to leave.

Teen MC: Papa has caught himself a cold.

Belphie: Colds are very common nowadays.

Lucifer: I see. I'll inform your teachers.

Teen MC: Thanks, Uncle! *goes back to Simeon's room*

Mammon: Welp. Looks like we're going without them.

Asmo: Can't we just stay behind too?

Lucifer: No. You lots failed your last exam. Do you want to repeat again this year?

Levi: Wow. Talk about pressure...

Lucifer: MC is ahead than any of you. Do you not feel embarrassed?

Belphie: Yeah, yeah. We get it. Our nibling is serious about their studies.

Asmo: Say, have they already talked about their future plans?

Lucifer: No. Not yet. And we still need to go now. We're already two minutes late.

Simeon: *chuckles*

Teen MC: What is it, Pa? *has served him warm soup*

Simeon: Papa feels great that you're taking care of me.

Teen MC: Lucky. I would feel great too if Papa doesn't get sick.

Simeon: I'm getting old.

Teen MC: Don't use that excuse to me, Pa. You're still young.

Simeon: *chuckles* Can Papa get some cuddles after I finish eating this soup?

Teen MC: Sure. But cuddles won't heal you alone. You need to drink medicine too and then take some rest right after.

Simeon: *smiles* Okay.

Teen MC: *looking disapprovingly at him*

Simeon: *smiling* *starts washing the dishes with them* Papa is already feeling better.

Teen MC: But it hasn't been an hour?

Simeon: I've seen this famous amusement park on a magazine. Can you go with Papa this afternoon to see that amusement park?

Teen MC: *stern* Pa.

Simeon: I promise we'll just go there for sight-seeing.

Teen MC: ...

Teen MC: Just for sight-seeing.

Simeon: Yes. I promise.

Lucifer: Simeon, what did you do and your child got mad?

Simeon: We rode a rollercoaster. *is now feeling sick again*

Mammon: Bruh.

Belphie: So where is MC right now?

Simeon: They're with Satan. He's helping them to let off some steam.

Satan and Teen MC: *came back together, carrying some groceries*

Simeon: MC... I'm really sorry... Papa was too careless...

Teen MC: Hmph. I bought you some medicine and your favorite dessert.

Simeon: You're not mad?

Teen MC: I'm mad. I'm not going to talk to you after you get better.

Simeon: *sad pouts* I'm really sorry... Papa won't do it again.

Asmo: Aww~ MC, just forgive Simeon already~.

Beel: Yeah. He's just a fan of rides.

Lucifer: No. Teach him a lesson.

Satan: I don't want to agree with you, but yes.

Luke: ...

Michael: *reading his request to visit Devildom*

Michael: How long are you going to stay there?

Luke: For a year, if you would allow me.

Michael: ...

Michael: Are you still communicating with MC?

Luke: Yes. They're giving me updates about Simeon.

Michael: ...

Michael: I see.

Luke: ...

Luke: Michael? MC is also sending you letters. Have you ever written them back?

Michael: I don't think they need a reply from me.

Michael: But I'm sure they'll approach us soon.

Luke: What do you mean?

Michael: Father is still expecting them.

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Hey guysss, this art is the first installment of a series of profiles I wanna make for each of my self inserts! I figured I would start with R. Marie, seeing as they're probably the s/i I've put the most thought and development into! A bit of backstory info (as well as the tag list) will be under the cut, and once more profiles are created, they'll also be linked with this one! Any reblogs and comments are all seen and appreciated!! 💜🥺💛

Other Profiles: Nurse (Team Fortress 2)

As a child, young Ruby Marie was lacking in the characteristics that begin most villains' tragic backstories; she came from a loving, middle-class family in a good neighborhood and made friends easily. Not only that, but she excelled in class and always had a good rapport with her teachers and fellow students. If things had continued the way they did, she may have been on her way to growing up to benefit society with her inventions, maybe even winning a Nobel Prize or two.

But all of that changed in the third grade, when the science fair project Ruby Marie had worked for three weeks on came in second place to a first-grader's potato battery. A potato battery, the most basic of science projects!! From that traumatic, devastating day forward, the young scorned genius swore that the world would never made the mistake of believing there was anyone more intelligent than her.

She immediately threw herself into the studies of evil, and the more she learned of its ways, the more she convinced herself that she was made for it. After years of self-taught villainy and perfection of deadly robots, the young kind Ruby Marie was long dead, and the cold-hearted, ruthless R. Marie was born.

R. Marie quickly figured that making their genius known across the world could easily take decades of their life - which were decades that they would rather spend enjoying their reign over humanity - so they devised a plan to get to the top in record time; they would simply ride the coattails of someone who had already been working for decades to take over the world, and as soon as that poor sod succeeded, they would overthrow the fool and take their rightful place as ruler of the world. And R. Marie had just the sod in mind...

@ava-ships @bee-ships @beetleboyfriend @canongf @clawfull @cloudyvoid @derelictdumbass @discountwives @dissonantyote @edencantstopfallininlove @final-catboy @gible-love-nibles @halsdaisy @hoppinkiss @hotrodharts @hyperionshipping @iyamifucker @lex-n-weegie @little-miss-selfships @little-shiny-sharpies @loogi-selfships @lovebugexe @mandrakebrew @mintpecks @mrs-kelly @nameless-self-ships @nerdstreak @paper-carnation @patches-and-her-selfships @p-i-t-s @reds-self-ships @rexscanonwife @ship-trek @spacestationstorybook @squips-ship @scroldie @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @toogayforthistoday @winterworlds

[impactedfates]

JDBJDBDKN i’m new and in the nicest way possible, your fix’s are so TASTY I WANT TO EAT THEM SO BAD.

Not the same anon who requested the Jing Yuan’s child fics but I really loved them sm, could I get a continuation of that AU on more of reader’s divination abilities and antics and come with it? 💕💕

A/N: YOU'RE TOO KIND STOP INFOAF, I'M GLAD YOU LIKE MY FICS :D MORE DIVINER READER COMING RIGHT UP >:)

Genre/Trope: Platonic + Mainly just more HCs on reader and their antics in the divination commission with Fu Xuan (Auntie Fu Xuan anyone?)

Format: Head Cannons + Mini Scenarios

Warnings: None

Extra: More Fu Xuan in this then Jing Yuan as we're talking about readers job lol // Not fully proofread, just rambles of this AU // Reader is a teen in this // Original Jing Yuans child fic here

I feel like how you wanting to be a diviner was when Fu Xuan had to babysit you once when Jing Yuan was busy. During this time she decided to take you to work and show you the magic future things. This sparked you, you came home and told Jing Yuan you wanted to be like Auntie Fu Xuan. He was happy you took an interest but uh *ahem* (Fu Xuan won that day)

On the rare days you do decide to be nice and not trick whoever your doing a divination for, I feel if you don't laugh or do a dramatic wince and you're serious about it. They STILL think you're pretending, thinking something really bad is going to happen.

To be honest, no matter what you do they'll think you're pretending until you're older I feel. If you wince genuinely or not they'll think you're joking as well.

[Name]: Bro your house is gonna get robbed… Random: Yeah right, what's actually going to happen? [Name]: I'M SERIOUS, YOU'RE GONNA BE HOMELESS :fearful: Random: So I'm tripping on a pebble tomorrow?

You usually have lunch with Fu Xuan, she'll probably take you somewhere peaceful where she'll eat lunch by your side...however, if word got to her that you messed with people again during the job? Expect a big lecture during your lunch break.

Qingque loves you, like. She loves your antics so much. She loves hearing them and if she manages to convince you to slack off with her, better pray Fu Xuan doesn't catch the both of you.

As much as Fu Xuan does lecture you, she cares a l o t for you. If anyone tells her you're in trouble with enemies, best believe the person who's the cause of it will be seeing a VERY angry Fu Xuan.

The two of you gossip ONLY if the both of you agree whoever youse just did a divination for was an ass. And Fu Xuan can be s a s s y.

When you were younger you tried to make some food with the things you found in your kitchen and gave it to both Fu Xuan and Jing Yuan for their lunch at work. Sadly...as a child you weren't exactly a world class chef...but they both still ate it to keep you happy.

Fu Xuan most definitely favours you over the other diviners she works with. It's so clear to the others with how she lectures others more harsher then she does you. Also your punishment for misbehaviour or slacking is always so little. But can they blame her? You're her nibling! (GN! term of nephew/niece I think)

You horribly drew her once as a gift when you were like 6 and it's been on her fridge ever since.

I did add a Jing Yuan header first, but after writing this I realised this is more of a reader and Fu Xuan centered thing so changed it lol. Fu Xuan needs more content I feel, she's so interesting!! My next requests are all fics/mini scenarios so I'll get on those as soon as I can >:D

Also! Recently made an art blog for my ocs and other things, feel free to give it a follow if you want :>>

Art Blog: @argentimybeloved

[dum1s-writings]

Well, hello! It's nice to see an active total drama writer in here! I love this show so much and the fandom is like dead 💀

So, I had this idea...

It could be headcanons or a fic/one-shot, whatever you feel like the most!

But, what about the reaction to the TDWT crew to Chris bringing his niece with him?? Like, the reader is just a sweet 19 y/o teenager who looks for their safety and actually cares about them??? (Total contrary to his uncle lmao).

It doesn't have to be with one character specifically, most like how they would react overall to the reader wanting to protect them from Chris (AND PLEASE MAKE THE READER PROTECT CODY FROM SIERRA I BEG U)

Anyways, have a nice day!!! <3

~~~The Nice McLean~~~

I fucking love Total Drama!! I firmly believe Leshawna should've won the first season. I'll try to add my least favorite characters from World Tour to avoid being biased.

Warnings: Chris McLean, Sierra's stalker behavior, attempted manipulation from Alejandro, Duncan being kind of an ass, does Cody being a crybaby count? I'm making it count.

Pronouns: They/Them

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"Alright contestants I have another surprise for you." Chris looked at the tired teens. From behind Chef came another teen. They smiled and waved to the other teens.

"Another contestant?" A few questioned simultaneously.

"Oh hell no. Their mother would kill me." Chris slung his arm around them and tugged them close. "This here is -Y/N- McLean, my nibling."

"Heya," their smile got bigger "I hope we can get along."

Everyone was too shocked to speak for a moment. Sierra was trying so hard not to flip her shit. Chris McLean's nibling was actually in front of her.

"So you're related to Chris?" Harold finally asked.

"Yeah. My mom is his sister." -Y/N- answered truthfully.

"Think of -Y/N- as a co-host. Another Chris of sorts." The older man smirked. "They'll keep an eye on you famous wannabes while I can't."

First of all we'll get the obvious out of the way, the cast fucking love you, after getting to know you. Obviously at first learning you're related to the devil host, Chris McLean, they immediately thought this season would be twice as torturous. But give them a couple of days or weeks and most of them would willingly jump from the plane for you. The others may take some time.

I'll start with the ones that take no time in becoming your fans:

Cody: for him the moment he saw you give a genuine smile was when he trusted you. Having dealt with Chris's shit for so long made him aware of a real and fake smile. Also when you demand Sierra leave him alone? Oh yeah he likes you even more now. Expect a lot of clinging, as much as he can, crying for one reason or another mostly Sierra and excessive praise for the small things.

Lindsay: my sweetheart, so pretty so.....not traditionally smart. She saw you looking super nice in your outfit and that was it. Anyone with fashion choices as good as yours are definitely trustworthy. Please become shopping buddies after the show is over.

Owen: this big lug. He really tries to see the good in everyone. More often than not he's wrong. But he's genuinely happy he's right about you.

Sierra: she knew about you before anyone else. Obviously she's going to trust you from the get go. You're related to THE Chris McLean. That trust may or may not waver...TBD. Either way watch yourself around her. Keep a close eye on your belongings.

The neutral ones who need a bit more time are:

Noah: he just doesn't trust easily. Take no offense to it. I think only Owen was lucky enough, being an actual giant ball of sunshine and stupidity. Perhaps if you sneak him some Noah-Safe food he'll trust you faster.

Gwen: poor girl has been scorned by the world so often. It's left her with a few trust issues. Maybe stick up for her and watch some good horror movies together. Reassurance is the key, she was painted as a bad guy from the beginning. Let her know she's more than that and it's okay to admit she did wrong. Help her move past that.

Leshawna: this bad bitch (lovingly) knows her worth. She wants to make sure others know it as well. Don't talk down to her and hype up her plans and ideas and she'll consider you worth her time and respect. Also keep Alejandro away from her. Please. My queen deserves better.

DJ: he's a softie and a Mama's boy. He does want to trust you. But after his failed restaurant with his Mama it might take some time. People in power never helped him or his Mama. In fact he wonders if they were sabotaged. Help him find ways to "reverse his curse" and he'll definitely trust you, also maybe offer his Mama a job as a chef, especially if it's a higher position in a private kitchen.

The ones who just straight up dislike you and take a long time to like you are:

Alejandro: his family caused him so much trauma. He doesn't trust ANYONE. He may act like it, nodding to your advice and being nice. But alas tis all a front. He's really just waiting for the perfect moment to betray you. When that time comes and goes and you're still nice to him? Yeah....you may have started chipping away at his walls.

Heather: the queen bee. The head of every group project. Highschool taught her to look out for herself. So did the first two seasons of Total Drama. She'll bitch at you and talk shit about you "behind" your back. Just brush it off and continue being nice and you'll win her over, eventually.

Courtney: the Type A Psychotic Crazies and debate team caused Courtney to believe only Courtney can help Courtney. She'll refuse to trust you and judges those who do. In fact it's not until she's kicked off will she finally trust you. Maybe meet up after the show and talk to her, she'll apologize to you and own up to her wrongdoings.

Duncan: the runaway delinquent. The hardass he is doesn't trust you, purely because of your last name. Chris ruined his life, more than he himself could have. Being stalked no matter where he went for 2 years put him on edge. Abolish Chris's stupid "must always sing" rule and his opinion on you might change.

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Hopefully this works. I didn't know what to do for most of it. I was winging it big time.

[alex51324]

Dear it/its users

OK, so this is a speech I've been working on ever since my sister told me that my two nonbinary niblings had added it/its to their list of pronouns. So far, they haven't indicated that those are their first-choice pronouns, so we've kind of been skirting the issue, but I've been getting this ready, because I love them and want to try to help them avoid long-term unintended consequences as they enter the adult world. Now I'm sharing it with you, because doing so is as nice as I know how to be.

First: If I, as a queer elder and active Tumblr user, have the initial reaction of, "Fuck, these little shits are going to get somebody fired with their 5-edgy-4-U bullshit," that is super-important context for you to know in considering taking this choice out into the larger world.

Now, I have made the effort of educating myself, and I understand that many people who make this choice have substantive reasons that go beyond edgy teen bullshit. However, you have to allow for the fact that the majority of people will not move past their first impression regarding this choice.

Being gender-nonconforming is already a strike against you in a lot of contexts--even in reasonably liberal settings, unconscious bias is a thing. Is being it/its important enough to you to add another strike against yourself?

Second: People are going to be uncomfortable calling you "it," even if you've thoroughly explained why you want them to.

This is different from people not wanting to call you by your chosen name, or wanting to call your by the pronouns for your gender assigned at birth, because these people will be coming from a place of wanting to respect you.

Yes, you can argue with them that calling you as you want to be called is the most respectful option, but they will still be uncomfortable. You can't reason them out of feeling uncomfortable, because they didn't reason themselves into it. It's a feeling. They may get over it in time.

But.

If those people do not already have some prexisting love, loyalty, or commitment toward you, that motivates them to sit with that discomfort and work through it, the easiest way out will be to simply decide that--for some totally unrelated reason, that their conscious mind will be fully convinced is true--you and they just didn't click! You don't seem like a good fit for the job, team, walking tour of the Lake District, whatever it is.

Because people don't like being uncomfortable, and if mentioning your existence puts them in an ethical dilemma, a lot of them will just nope right out of it.

And again, these will be people who are motivated in part by their desire to respect you and your autonomy. They will feel, consciously or not, that you have put them in a shitty position where no matter what they say, they'll feel like they're doing something wrong--

And they, dear nibling, will feel that way because you have. You didn't intend to, but you did.

I love you, and if that is your choice I will get used to it, but I am writing this in the second person for a reason.

Story time: I was trans/nonbinary in nine-teen-fucking-ninety-six. The LGB* organization on my college campus didn't know what the fuck to do with me. When I said in "let's go around the room and introduce yourself" time on the first day of class, that despite what the roster said, I was actually a boy called Alex, people got nervous and looked away, and kind of avoided talking about me for the rest of the semester.

(*By the time I left, it was the LGBT organization.)

And then when I was ready to go to grad school, I had professors tell me that they weren't sure how to write me a letter of recommendation, because they knew I didn't want to be called "she," but if they put "he," the recipient might be confused, and if they put "they" they'd look bad because we were in the English department and "they" is plural.

When I got to grad school, I kept "Alex," but skipped saying anything about my gender identity. It didn't help all that much. I got along well enough with my classmates, but all of the professors seemed to be waiting for me to cause trouble, and as a teaching assistant my student evaluation comments made frequent reference to my gender presentation and how they found my name "confusing." (Another grad student, whose name was James or something like that, went by Kip, and nobody gave him shit about it.) I got an anonymous rape threat in my campus email about my "indoctrinating students with my radical agenda," and the campus cop who responded to the complaint said maybe I should, "Tone it down a bit." (Tone what down? I was dressing and acting pretty much the same as the male half of my class cohort.) I ended up dropping out after the Masters, even though the plan all along had been to do the PhD and have an academic career.

Throughout all this, I was a bit more oblivious than I should have been about the underlying pattern behind all this--blame the autism, I guess.

I don't know, if I'd realized it all, whether i would have made different choices regarding my identity and presentation--since my choices were pretty much limited to "present as my gender assigned at birth, or suffer the consequences."

You, today, nibling, in 2024, have the option of being a "they/them," and if you choose your company right, it won't be a big deal--it'll close some doors, but mainly ones you don't want to go through anyway.

Or you can be an it/its, and watch doors slam in your face.

I will love you and support you either way, dear nibling, but I can't make the world love you.

I--we, my generation--changed the world enough that there's a space in it for people like us. I hope you make that space bigger, better, and brighter, but it hurts to think about you dragging yourself through the same shit we went through. We built a path behind us, so you wouldn't have to.

(P.S., For the love of god, please don't get a nonbinary gender marker on your driver's license; the last thing we need is you getting shot at a routine traffic stop.)

[normal-internet-user]

I love the turtles being uncles!! It's so cute! How the turtles react to their nibbling coming out?

BAYVERESE BOYS WHEN THEIR NIBLING COMES OUT

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They would be so fucking supportive no matter what you're coming out as.

Wether it's your gender identity, or sexuality, no matter what it is.

They'll always use your prefered pronouns,

And they're always supportive of your relationships, or your lack thereof (if you're aromantic)

It's all about supporting you and who you are.

Sure, sometimes they'll have questions, mostly just making sure they're doing it right.

But all they want is too respect your boundaries, and make sure you feel as safe and comfortable as possible!

No matter what category of the LGBTQIA+ community you fall into,

They always have your back!

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Sorry it's so short- I'm backed up with drafts at the minute, and I have major writers block-

[snootlestheangel]

I absolutely wanna hear those thoughts about Death Doesn't Want Me!!!

So like part of the whole premise is that Ghost doesn't want to get too attached to the MacTavish’s that he's traveling with, for the sake of hoping it means they make it to the safe zone all alive. And initially there's a group of people unrelated, and they're kind of assholes, so he's not too keen on letting them in on the secret of Ghost.

So he doesn't talk, doesn't show his face, kind of stays to the back.

But it's not long after they lose the assholes, and Ghost is starting to slowly get closer to the family. It's subconscious, really. He's drawn to them because of the same reasons he was drawn to Johnny's presence. They're warm, and gentle, and kind-hearted people. They're caring and they're loving, and before he knows it, they're considering him a part of the family, even if he's being referred to as the adopted cryptid cousin.

And it's really late one night, everyone is asleep except Ghost. And he's laying there internally panicking because they're so close to the safe compound he knows holds Johnny and the rest of the MacTavish’s, but they're still so far it seems. They have to make so many detours to avoid mobs of the undead, and they can't move as quickly because they've got children, and it's a bit much for them, especially with the weather warming.

Turns out, he's not the only one awake. Two of the younger MacTavish niblings are having trouble sleeping, and they turn to the comfort of their new friend Ghost when they realize he's awake too. They're the cutest girls, 9 and 6 years old, and have never once shown any fear around Ghost.

He lets them lay with him for a bit, listening to him breathe as they try to fall asleep. But it doesn't work, and the six year old sits up with tears in her eyes.

"I'm scared" she whines, and Ghost takes a deep breath.

"Me too" her cousin, the older girl, adds.

Ghost looks between the two of them, thinking for a moment.

"Can you girls keep a secret?" Both of their eyes widen bigger than Ghost thought possible, and they both furiously nod their heads.

"I'm scared too." He admits. He explains how he's afraid of failing to get everyone to the safe compound. They talk about their fears, and that being afraid can be a good thing. And Ghost reminding them they aren't alone, they still have their parents and siblings.

"And you?" The six year old asks, and he smiles from behind his mask.

"Course, kiddo."

And if their parents wake up to find their protector fast asleep, a kid under each arm (both also sleeping peacefully), then that's the moment they know Ghost isn't going anywhere unless Death itself takes him.

But I've finally figured out the timeline cause I wanted to let Ghost spend as much time alone with the family before everyone's reunited.

It involves the original safe compound becoming compromised and everyone abandons it just before Ghost and the MacTavish’s arrive.

Ghost reaching his breaking point once dealing with the evolved creatures that were part of the compromise and fighting to keep everyone safe. And he's just looking around at the side of the compound that's falling apart now, the bodies littering the ground, and Soap nowhere to be found. He feels so alone in this fight and he's struggling to keep it contained.

But he's not alone. He's in the midst of his panic attack when there's suddenly people around him. He's not alone and he hasn't been for a while

So that's when he stops being Ghost, and starts being Simon

And if Death doesn't want him, then so be it. They'll have him, and that's all he needs.

[peaches2217]

your mareach family headcanons are everything. they're so cute! i wonder, how would luigi and peasley take to being uncles? would they even start wanting one of their own, or will they just pledge themselves to be the best uncles this kid has ever had?

I am so happy someone's actually interested in my Uncle Luisley concepts because I keep having to omit Peasley for the sake of wider applicability and I am so ready to not do that

(@mrspockify if it's okay, I'd like to use this post to answer this ask of yours too, since there's so much overlap!)

Luigi, of course, is absolutely thrilled. Mario has wanted kids pretty much his whole life; now he's getting that chance, and Luigi's gonna have a little niece/nephew/nibling, and by their power combined that's gonna be the safest and most spoiled kid in existence! There's a lot of jumping and shaking each other and whooping and hugging and it's just an absolute spectacle. (I... may or may not have a fic in the works. 👀)

Since he's Prince Consort of the Beanbean Kingdom, Luigi lives about an hour's flight from Toad Town. He visits regularly to bring gifts or to make sure Mario's not running himself into the ground worrying over Peach's health or just to see what else he can do because he's so excited! Whenever he's home, he'll often make checklists of things the parents-to-be may or may not need and set out to gather everything before his next visit, be it practical items like bedding or nursery supplies or more sentimental offerings like a collection of their mother's best recipes (Peach has been wanting those recipes for ages now, so really it's long overdue). He even briefly tries to take up sewing so he can make the tot some clothes (with... disastrous results, admittedly. Such a tiny needle... so much blood...).

Peasley's initially a lot more indifferent to the prospect of being an uncle. He's happy for their friends, truly, but the news doesn't stir him the way it does his husband. But he doesn't remain indifferent for long, and that's because Luigi is absolutely radiant when discussing/performing his perceived duties as an uncle. Peasley worships the very ground he walks upon. Anything that makes Luigi this happy is bound to make him equally happy in short order.

Being an only child (and a little out-of-touch if we're being honest), he has no idea what being an uncle even entails, so he just goes along with all of Luigi's ideas: bedding? He'll have a dozen hand-stitched silken pillows and blankets commissioned because the little royal deserves only the best! A cookbook? He'll have one penned by a professional scribe on the finest parchment, because Mama Mario's legacy shan't be recorded on anything less! They're wanting name suggestions? How about we spend the whole night tossing ideas back and forth, my love? There's a dusty old parlor a few halls down; let's turn it into a nursery so the baby will have a comfortable place to stay should babysitting duties befall us! Admittedly it's still less about wanting to be a good uncle and more about ensuring all of Luigi's desires are fulfilled to the utmost, but hey, he's still a great future uncle by proxy, so that's what counts, right? 😆

They do inevitably discuss having children of their own somewhere along the line, what with the topic being so relevant now. They will at some point need to produce an heir, biological or adopted or unrelated yet entrusted with the title (Peasley is trans, meaning biological children is an option for them). That said, they ultimately decide they're happiest on their own for now; if they decide they want a child somewhere down the line, then that's a bridge they'll cross when they come to it. They've got a good fifty years, stars willing, before they have to worry about who will take over after Peasley, so they're not in any rush.

Queen Bean, on the other hand, isn't getting any younger, and the Mushroom Kingdom's upcoming arrival is a stark reminder of that. Her son and son-in-law proudly show her the parlor-turned-nursery that they've spent weeks renovating, and as they prattle on about all of the luxuries they've equipped it with for a baby that's not even their own, she can't help but feel exasperated.

She pulls her boys in for a hug, anchoring a massive hand on each of their shoulders so they can't run away. "I trust this nursery will one day serve my grandchildren, yes?"

Peasley shoots Luigi an apologetic look, fighting back a wince. Luigi's just trying not to laugh. "We're... discussing it, mother," Peasley finally says.

The Queen smiles placidly and pats them both. "Discuss it faster."

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

I never thought this AU would take me hostage but the idea that the hauntlings need at least a bit of every single emotion in order to be healthy is mmm'ing around my head like a microwave.

So.. angst for Jason having cravings and eating stuff/doing weird stuff to cause his family to feel even slightly betrayed- like I don't know... a certain poster in Dick's room? The last reminder of Dick's original family?

I imagine a very angry MotherHood and Ghost King Phantom would be able to convince Clockwork to let them go back in time to get the originals and place copies of them/fake versions that keep the emotions there while keeping said items, but man that would hurt so much worse knowing you have to let him do it or else your niblings/grandchildren won't be healthy.

But more on it being every emotion: Specifically every major emotion, positive and negative. Anger, Love, Happiness, contentment, contempt, disgust, ect. All of those could only be gotten by his family. But Hate? Hate? Hate when you can't do much outside right now? Hate needing to come from your family?

Hence the need to eat the Flying Grayson Poster- Dick would absolutely feel betrayal and Hatred in that moment, and feel enough grief to also get those emotions. Nobody would be happy for a bit after that, and it gets worse when Frostbite just confirms its natural to do drastic things like that to get the emotions a hauntling would need. And Jason potentially has more than one.

Just pure pain for a while because that would destroy both Dick and Jason while also giving mixed feelings because "well now they'll be healthy..." and Dick of course is going to shove his emotions far enough away from his family after that, that the hauntlings can barely feed off his emotions for a bit.

Oh man the angst would be so bad.

[vendetta-if]

Since my alter ego name is Fenrir and my guns are called Sköll and Hati, I have a very serious head canon that my MC believes they'll go to Valhalla once they die in battle.

How would the ROs and Luka/Grandpa/Takashi/Jackal react to the MC finally killing their nemesis with a fatal wound and their last words ends up being "I'll see my father at the gates of Valhalla"

Only three moods in this blog: Fluff, Horny, and Angst 😔 A few days ago, when I released the Halloween Interactive Side Story, it’s fluff time, yesterday’s ask is the horny time, and finally, it’s time for some angst with this ask 😆

I’ve answered a similar ask about MC dying in RO’s arms with short drabbles a long time ago, and for those who haven’t read it, please check it out here for an extra dose of angst 🥲

Ash

“Save me a place, MC… I’ll be seeing you and Uncle Viktor there soon,” they sob before wailing in anger and pain.

Rin

Tears blur their vision as they sob pathetically as sorrow and guilt rack through their body. “No, no. This is not supposed to happen. It shouldn’t have gone this way… Please, don’t go, MC. Don’t leave me…”

Santana

“It’s over, MC… You can finally be at peace. Please, tell your dad I said ‘hi’. And maybe one day, I’ll meet you there,” they choke through their tears as they smooth your hair out of your face.

Skylar

“No, no! Don’t go, yet. We’ll go there together one day, but not today, please… I can still save you,” they mutter over and over again as they carry you in their arms, flying over the city, desperately trying to reach the nearest hospital quick enough.

Luka

This must be another nightmare. He refuses to believe that this is happening. That he is going to lose another loved one. In his arms. Again.

But yet, the stickiness and warmth of his nephew’s/niece’s/nibling’s blood on his hands are very real. Taking them in his arms, he whispers hoarsely and urgently, “No, no, MC. Stay with me, please. Hang on just a little longer. I’ll save you. This time, I will save you…”

He closes his eyes and forces himself to focus on picturing his destination. Sterile white floor, the smell of the antiseptic, the click-clack of shoes on the linoleum floor and the faint beeping of machines, and the air of sombreness surrounding the waiting room.

He feels a pull and when he opens his eyes, he’s in the middle of the floor, still cradling his nephew/niece/nibling in his arms. A few shocked gasps and shrieks before the nurses quickly rush towards them. He should be relieved that it works, but he can’t ignore the growing pit in his stomach that says that he’s too late. That his nephew/niece/nibling is already gone and that he has failed. Again.

Is this what Hell is? To constantly relive your greatest pain and failure over and over again until you snap.

Jackal

He tried. God knows he tried to save Luka’s nephew/niece/nibling… But he can see that it’s too late; there’s nothing he can do even with his haemokinesis.

“You did good, kid. It’s done. You can rest easy now. And don’t worry about your uncle… I’ll make sure to take care of him, alright?” he whispers hoarsely, heart sinking as he sees the light leaves their eyes. He gently closes the eyelids, sighing as he braces himself to deliver the bad news to his boyfriend. It won’t be pretty. He can only hope that his support would be enough for Luka.

Grandpa

Death. Once again. A familiar face. A curse. A plague that plucks his family away from him one by one until it’s only the husk of what it once was. First, they came for his oldest son. Then, his wife. And now, even his grandchild is not spared from their cruel indifference.

Patting their head one last time, he whispers hoarsely, “You’ll be one of the greatest Einherjar that have ever graced the halls of Valhalla, my grandchild. Please, tell your father that I’m sorry and that I love him…”

Even though tears trail down his face, he can only feel the numb pain and bone-deep tiredness as he lose yet another family member. Still so young too… He would’ve gladly died in place of his grandchild. But Death is a sadist bastard.

He wonders how long it would be until his other—and only—son is taken from him? Until he’s the only one left wandering this earth all by himself. Is it then and only then that Death will finally show him some mercy and decide to take him too?

Pavel Ivanovich Morozov has never been a religious man, unlike his father before him. But if Hell is real, then surely, this will be it.

Takashi

Takashi’s heart sinks as he kneels down and grabs the young Morozov’s hand comfortingly. “It’s done, MC, you have avenged your father’s murder. I pray you find peace now. And if you meet your father, tell him… tell him that I said ‘hi’… You can rest now,” he says softly, words choked.

As he sees the light leaves those familiar eyes, he couldn’t help but feel that the last trace of Viktor has also left the world. He lets out a bitter laugh. He’s truly pathetic, isn’t he? He couldn’t even do anything to save the child of the man that he loved-and still does to this day.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

hi again I have a idea for yandere parent wolverine and storm,and yandere uncle Victor [ the animated series] x child reader.who is 10 old. now we all know that Logan and Victor are not bff's but make no mistake ,Victor loves reader just as much as wolverine and storm do.so when reader gets kidnapped by weapon x .will all I can say is....pray for their souls.so what do you think .

Oh. My. Gourd.

Now, Sabretooth loves his baby brother; make no mistake. But, since his brother so unhelpful cannot remember they're brothers, or even used to lioe each other, he's been rather... brutal, with him.

But no one messes with their kid, his NIBLING, amd expects to walk away with their legs still attached.

And the Weapon X b*stards? If they're the ones who tried to kidnap Reader?

HA! They're triple dead! Leave it to Victor to tear them apart piece by bloody piece, to torture them for the next few days, to feed them to the crows and buzzards for lunch, amd make their bones the dessert for the Wolves!

Wolverine and Storm don't care much for the bloody, vengeful ways of Sabretooth, but they'll gladly team up with him if it means getting Reader back. It doesn't mean they'll let their child near their uncle, but while the two ferals dispose of their enemies, Storm can take Reader back home, clean them up, amd help soothe them, comforting comforting and shielding them from the more deadly side of their father, the side that won't stand for anyone who hurts them to live...

(@roxanndrummond I like it! I like adding extra characters to some stories, and I now can't unsee Victor being Reader's favorite uncle, who tries to hide the scarier side of himself from them... And who maybe tries to kidnap his brother and nibling so they can visit him, and not leave for a few days, and because Logan never visits him anymore...)

[doublerainbow-if]

What are their thoughts about marriage and kids?

M does want to have a family someday. Maybe not a big one like their uncles and aunts, but at least two or three kids. Marriage is a plus but they will stick with a life partner honestly. Big ceremonies isn't their favorite but they will gift you a necklace as a token of their love.

L is wants to have kids but they will adopt their kids. They grew up with their own adopted siblings and seeing their parents love them as their own. They wish to do the same for other kids. Big no on marriage. Or anything that seems binding. They are just secure with their chosen life partner.

B does want kids. But be prepared for a whole bunch of them since they will adopt a lot. They can't have their own but they want to share that love with other kids. Also marriage is a yes. They will planned it down to the last detail, making homemade rings to seal the deal. With L's and their uncle's help of course.

J is fine with one kid if it comes to that. They honestly prefer zero since they want to be the fun nuncle for any future niblings or godchildren. But they will be the best parent to their kid if they do have one. Marriage is a no for them. They're fine with a little ceremony if their partner desires it but prefers none of it honestly.

V is on the fence with kids. They are scared that they will be like their father and mess up their kid somehow. It's one of their biggest fears that they will be just like their father. Marriage is a yes for them. They will go over the top with the ceremony as they want to make it a memorable for you. Also because they like feelings of the ring on both of your hands, knowing it's a everlasting symbol of love.

C is a no on both kids and marriage. It's a bit cliche with their playboy persona but they are worry about if they will be up to the task. They don't want to ruin their child with their unresolved issues and avoid the pain of their life partner leaving them for their soulmate. Maybe eventually they will go for it but not at the moment.

Avery wants so many kids. They don't care if they're biological or adopted, they just want to share that love with as many kids as possible. They will be the most attentive and caring parent in the world for any of their future children. Marriage is a big yes for them too. It might be unconventional with how they try to combine both of your cultures in one ceremony but they want to be with their life partner in every way possible.

Kahula is iffy about kids. With how chaotic their lifestyle is and if they will even have time to probably care for one, they don't want to ruin a kids life by not being there. Maybe once they are more settled, but not now. Marriage is a yes for them. It will be a small but intimate ceremony to seal their love with another. They like having a ring on their ring too, a constant reminder of their partner's love for them. Maybe they'll get a tattoo to match with the ring.

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

do you have any headcanons or ideas when the current adult cats like Munkustrap, Macavity or Tugger reach their senior age? What becomes of them? How’s the tribe like etc.

Sorry if I worded this question weird it’s been on my mind for a while and I figured you might have some interesting ideas about it :)

That's actually a super interesting question! I stuck with the three prompted in the ask, but I'm happy to talk about others as well, if you'd like!

(Slight TWs for mention of illness and death)

🎸 - Tugger gains weight as he gets older, around the middle and face particularly - the slowing metabolism catches up to him, even with his picky eating habits. No shame in that; he's healthy, lives a good life and he's happy. He has a very prominent nasolabial fold on the right side of his face that no longer goes away when he stops smiling, because he would half smile and smirk so often that the muscles in his face got weaker on the left, leaving it permanently crooked (no less charming though), and the smile lines on one side are far deeper. Like is tradition, he lets his fur get even longer, but pays a little less attention to it, so it's often wild (he digs it - says it looks "very bad boy" which has his kids and niblings and grandkids groaning at him). Gives him a very regal "king of the jungle" type of look, and that combined with the lower tilt of his brow give off the impression that he's grown more serious, but he hasn't. One quick grin will attest to that. He's secretly *very* self conscious about his aging (let's be real, he was the type to have started dying his hair the minute anything even resembling grey showed up in there - grey only exists on his dad and Munk), particularly that the others may start to lose interest in him (and Tugger does love his attention), but does a good job at hiding it, and lbh if you know anything about any rockstar, it's that aging eliminates absolutely zero appeal to their fans - a sex symbol is a sex symbol.

His role in the clowder stays mostly the same. He never really moves up or into any real role of responsibility, though he does stay on as an advisor after Sillabub steps up. Most of his troublemaking is now quietly whispered and advised to the next generation, with "old innocent Uncle Tugger" watching gleefully from a distance. Gotta train them young, y'know? He also takes up the Grandpa Gus mantel in nicknaming everyone with very particular calling cards, or settling on the more neutral "babe" and "honey" - particularly for the younger kittens. He also came into his own as quite the storyteller, when you get him to sit still long enough (which isn't often but they'll take what they can get).

A fully senior Tugger started developing problems with wandering off and mobility, but his family keeps close tabs on him (even though it annoys him).

🌙 - Munkustrap has taken remarkably after Old Deuteronomy in that he aged very slowly, and then almost all at once. For the longest time, it seemed like he would never age; every year that passed he looked the same (having grey fur already does wonders for hiding the grey that pops forward). Maybe a little fuller in the figure, maybe with a few deeper lines around the eyes, but still the same old Munk he'd always been even a dozen years ago. He isn't at all concerned with appearances; he takes them as they come.

He's mellowed out over the years in stress levels (not good for the blood pressure, you know - he has several cats who pointedly remind him of that when he starts), though you know when something doesn't please him; that familial look of disapproval is very strong in him. But it doesn't stop him from following in Aunt Jenny and Uncle Skimble's footsteps in that "slowing down" are not words in his vocabulary. He's still as busy a body as ever, and remained in charge of the yearly plays at the Ball until he needed to be forcibly retired (at least in being the lead director - he still goes to every practice). Part of that comes from the rather severe arthritis he develops later down the line, which was part of the contribution to that "all at once" aging I mentioned earlier, but he remains cheerful and as active as is tolerable with it. He (regrettably if you ask his daughters and grandchildren) has become the "back in my day", kind of guy, which you can tell he's about to launch into when he manages a claw up and pointing. He absolutely adores his grandchildren and grandniblings, and takes over his father's spot as the first cat that often gets to meet very new kittens (and pass on their teachings), and while he doesn't have Old Deuteronomy's full knack for it (doesn't quite have the developed magic for it), it is still a time honoured tradition and you know Munkustrap adores babies (and they all adore Granddad).

Munk remains the leading song-storyteller in the clowder, and takes on a role as one of their mentors/teachers until his fading memory prevents him from doing so. He is very proud of his apprentices that take up after him, and takes up every opportunity to tell any cat how good they are and how he taught them everything they know. He ends up passing peacefully in his home at around 32 years of feline age after being sick a while - not bad for a cat; the Deuteronomys live rather long, you know.

💀 - Macavity...is Macavity. No, actually, you know what scratch that. Macavity becomes who he was meant to be the entire time: Professor Moriarty (but like book canon Moriarty - think like Victor Evgrafov). His shoulders droop forward and begin to protrude as he loses more weight, as though wings would sprout from the shoulder blades behind him, his jaw and whiskers begin to sag and his fur gets thinner (even moreso) and that "highly domed" head of his becomes literal as the "fur line" pushes back further. He is patchy and unkempt, but somehow retains his cool, unbothered posturing (kinda...unless he's angry, but that doesn't come with age). The cataracts he develops (and, with no desire to be anywhere in the vicinity of humans, retains) are white and clouded, and while this means the intensity of his gaze has softened a notch (literally and figuratively - his vision is permanently blurred), it is somehow even more frightening than before.

He no longer goes out to do any of his bidding (though he never really did to begin with - having a web has its perks in that you don't get the paws dirty) - they are brought to him. Not particularly difficult, as he has abandoned a *lot* of his threads - he grew bored of them; they no longer interested him. His voice has become softer, more difficult to hear, but it's bone chilling. He's often caught talking to cats who aren't there (or at least that no one else can see), and staring blankly at walls, and his paranoia has tripled. Possibly CDS; no one was close enough to him to really know.

Macavity disappears one day; no one really knows what happened to him, though you can take a few guesses.