#(i only kissed zir)

[four-teeny-babies]

my baby has decided to bless you all with this post

wigle little wigggggle iiii donnntt knoww whaat dio yoou waannt too saa heeehhe baabaa issss attacking mee heeellpppp

[neteyamssyulang]

† Scandalous Consequences †

† Chapter I †

† For this story the humans use a shot to breath pandora air †

† Based on this request †

† Pairing: Aonung aged up x Fem human reader †

† Summary: You didn’t know that one night with Aonung would change your life forever

† Warnings: One night stand, Smut 18+, P in V, Dom Aonung, Sub reader, Belly bulge, Creampie, Rude Aonung.

† Total word count: 2,263 †

† Translation(s): Translation(s): Marui -> Home, Tsne sevin tawtute.. atut oe si nga zir tsìltsan -> Shh pretty human, let me make you feel good, Nafì'u a tsìltsan 'eve su oe -> Such a good girl for me, 'upe lu keyawr hì'i 'aw -> What’s wrong little one?, Hahaw lu losk. Oe mkna efuu säfpìlh -> Sleep is overrated. I have better ideas, Oe rnua si tsal ha -> I’ll make it fit, Syulang -> Flower, Kehe, nga’lur venatal lu ou sonfey pam -> No, your moans are my favorite sound, Tewng -> Loincloth, Tawtute -> Human, Sa’nok -> Mother, Ma’Itan -> My son, Vrrtep -> Demon.

† A/N: This took so long to get out I’m sorry

It wasn't supposed to happen like this, it was one thing that now led to you being stuck with the metkayina prince, Aonung.

When Jake had called in saying they needed new coms and some amo for his guns, Norm had instructed you to come with him and Max to drop off the supplies which you happily agreed too.

It had been so long since you saw the sully's ever since they left the forest to seek uturu in the metkayina village.

The flight there took exactly 4 days as you made your way over the vast ocean towards awa'atlu, your heart beat in excitement knowing you'd be able to see your friends again.

As the helicopter landed on the beach a sea of metkayina crowded around the alien machine curious on what it is and why it's there.

Immediately spotting Jake you jumped out the helicopter and ran up to him hugging him, he chuckled at this since you barely reached past his belly button but nevertheless he was happy to see you.

You helped him carry the boxes of equipment to his marui, technically he had to carry you aswell since the bouncy walkway kept making you almost fall.

Once reaching the marui your greeted by the rest of the sullys who are eager to hug you once Jake sets you down.

The sullys were like your second family, you were always with them when they still lived in the forest, even Neytiri loved you despite her hate for humans.

As the time came for you, Max and Norm to leave a bad storm came rolling in. The weather became too bad for flying in so you three had to stay until the storm passed.

You were each given your own temporary marui and Aonung offered to start the fire for each of you so you could cook your meals and also stay warm.

When it came time for Aonung to start the fire in your marui you and him began talking, that talking soon led to him leaning in to kiss you.

"A-Aonung wha-" "Tsne sevin tawtute.. atut oe si nga zir tsìltsan.." he murmured softly finally capturing your lips with his. The kiss was soft but passionate, one of his hands moved to your hip while the other went to your cheek gently stroking it.

The metkayina carefully picked you up before getting up and walking over to the bed, slowly he got down placing you onto the soft bedding never breaking the kiss.

The size difference between you both made him feel even more arousad to where he couldn't hardly control himself, he broke the kiss only to trail wet kisses to your neck sucking and nipping at the skin.

You moaned softly turning your head to give the man more access, "Nafì'u a tsìltsan 'eve su oe" he praised.

Slight realization hits you and your using most of your strength to try and push him off, confused Aonung leans up still hovering over you "'upe lu keyawr hì'i 'aw?"

Looking away still you avoided his gaze "We can't do this.. it's wrong and we should be sleeping." You spoke quietly.

Aonung sighed moving one of his hands to your chin forcing you to look at him as he spoke "Hahaw lu losk. Oe mkna efuu säfpìlh."

His eyes locked with yours and slowly you nodded your head giving him the ok, the metkayina brought one of your hands to his lips gently kissing each individual finger before doing the same to your other hand.

Placing your hands back down he helped take off the baggy shirt you wore along with your bra, panties, and shorts so you were left bare under his lustful gaze.

Leaning back down Aonung placed a soft kiss on your lips until he trailed those kisses down your body all while keeping eye contact with you.

Aonung knows you won't be able to properly take him unless he prepares you, it's taking him so much restraint to hold back instead of pouncing on you taking it for himself.

A shiver runs down your spine as you feel his hot breath against your pussy, his long tongue runs up and down your slit slowly before two of his fingers spread your lips open.

Instantly his mouth waters at the sight and he dives in, one of his fingers prodes at your entrance till it slips inside curling against your sweet spot.

Soft moans leave your lips as your hands reached down tangling themselves in his hair, “Aonung!..” you squealed feeling your orgasm approaching rapidly.

Aonung grinned against your folds slipping yet another finger inside you “Yes pretty girl?” He purred, his thick na’vi accent making you clench around his fingers.

Before you could reach your climax he removed his fingers from your now dripping pussy bringing them to his lips sucking your juices off.

Your skin warmed as you watched him but quickly looked away as his gaze set on you, a low growl rumbled through Aonungs chest as he grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him “Keep your eyes on me beautiful.”

Obeying you kept your eyes on him watching as he now let go of you to quickly untie his tewng throwing it off to the side, shit he was massive..

The metkayina smirked seeing your eyes widen, he knew he was going to have fun ruining you for everyone else. “W-will it even fit?” You asked softly wondering if this was a good idea.

Aonung didn’t respond at first, he quickly moved between your legs positioning his hard cock at your entrance “Oe rnua si tsal ha'” he murmured now slipping his cockhead past your entrance slowly stretching you out.

The stretch burned worse than his fingers, your body felt like it was on fire. Aonung noticed tears threatening to fall from your eyes and stilled his movements leaning down to pepper loving kisses along your face, neck, and chest.

“Shh syulang it’s ok” he spoke softly giving you time to adjust to his size, once the burning sensation started going away you tapped his shoulder giving him the ok to start moving again.

Slowly he began moving pushing more of his length into you, finally he bottomed out and a prominent buldge could be seen in your stomach.

The last of Aonungs resolve crumbled, he pulled out halfway before snapping his hips into yours making a choked out moan leave your lips.

His pace was brutal not caring how fragile your small body was, one of your hands gripped onto his arm while the other covered your mouth muffling your moans.

Huffing Aonung picked up his pace, his heavy balls slapping against your ass “Kehe, nga’lur venatal lu ou sonfey pam!”

One of his hands stayed next to your head holding himself up while the other yanked the hand that was covering your mouth off. “T-they wi-will he-h-he-” “Let them hear how good I’m making you feel, I do not care” he cut you off hissing.

Your orgasm was building up fast again as well as Aonungs, but him being a “gentleman” he held back wanting you to cum first.

Using his free hand he pushed down on the bulge on your stomach making the coil inside you snap, you screamed as your orgasm washed over you, your walls clenching around his now throbbing cock.

Aonung groaned rolling his eyes back feeling you get even tighter if that’s even possible, with one last hard thrust he buried himself deep inside of you spilling his seed in your womb.

You both stayed in that position for awhile until the metkayina pulled away, his now softed cock slipping out of you with a wet pop. Reaching over he got a cloth that was tied to his tewng and proceeded to clean you up as best as he could without hurting you.

He then cleaned himself up putting his tewng back on afterwards, looking over he saw how tired and worn out you were so he helped you put your own clothes back on “You did so well tawtute..but this will never happen again.”

His voice was the last thing you heard as you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning came fast with the suns rays shining through slits in the marui, your eyes fluttered open expecting to see Aonung but he wasn’t there.

Confused you sat up looking around, you thought he would’ve stayed after what happened but apparently not. The flaps of the marui burst open with an exhausted Max walking through “Let’s go y/n, Norm is waiting for us.”

Nodding you stoood up wincing at the pain between your legs as you and Max left the marui stepping onto the bouncy walkway, the walk to the helicopter was short but felt long since you had to navigate your way past the na’vi.

The sullys were waiting for you as you finally reached it, you bid everyone goodbye before stepping inside after Max. The blades started spinning as the helicopter rose taking off back to the forest.

5 months have passed by, you got back into your normal routine just helping out the scientists, except now occasionally running to the bathroom throwing up.

That wasn’t even the worse part of this, you realized 3 months after you came back that you were pregnant. Wanting to keep it to yourself you never told anyone and if anyone ever did ask you’d just say it was food poisoning.

Eventually you grew concerned, you were carrying a half na’vi half human child in your womb but your stomach only had a small bump which you could cover easily.

Sighing you made your way out the human outpost and towards the village, eywa it was only a 10 minute walk yet you were already tired.

Upon reaching the village you walked to the healers tent stepping inside, Mo’at who was alone in there just grinding some herbs lifted her head smiling at you.

“My child, what brings you here?” She asked raising a non existent eyebrow since you did not seem to be injured, hesitantly you walked over now kneeling infront of her.

Before you can speak she smiled “Does it have something to do with the child growing inside you?”

Your eyes widened in surprise “How- how did you-” , “I am tsahik darling I always know.” Well that was true but it still shocked you.

“You must go back to the metkayina clan” she spoke standing up placing the now grounded herbs on a small desk.

Huffing in disbelief you stood up carefully “I will not, I have no reason to go back there.”

The tsahik chuckled quietly to herself “My dear” she began turning towards you “You mated with a metkayina and now are carrying his child, you must go back.”

You can’t believe your going back to awa’atlu, Mo’at had you pack all your belongings which wasn’t much then get into one of the helicopters with her following behind.

Naturally she didn’t want to ride in the alien machine but she did not have a choice, her ikran was killed in the first war and she has not bonded with another since then.

It was rare for tsahiks to venture off leaving the village but she planned everything out, her prized student would take over as acting tsahik while she was away which would only be for a few days.

The ride to awa’atlu was annoying as it was last time, you stayed quiet most of the flight there only engaging in conversation if someone wanted to speak with you.

After 4 long days the village came into sight and once again it landed in the same spot with netkayina gathering around the machine.

You stepped out first then Mo’at moving through the sea of metkayina towards the healers tent where Ronal would be and surely she was.

Mo’at gestured for you to stay outside while she went in to discuss the situation with the tsahik of the metkayina. A few moments pass before both tsahiks walk out with Ronal glaring daggers at you.

“We have decided” Mo’at spoke first, you were confused till you saw Aonung walking over with his ears pinned back against his head.

He stood next to his mother Ronal as she now spoke “You will stay here with my son as you two are now mates” “But sa’nok..” “It is decided ma’itan!” She hissed.

Mo’at gave you a soft smile along with words of encouragement as she walked away back to the helicopter, you watched as she got inside and the helicopter slowly rised till flying away.

Looking back to Aonung and Ronal you gulped quietly, Aonung was narrowing his eyes at you while his mother was yelling at him in na’vi gesturing towards you.

His gaze fell to the ground as Ronal turned to look at you “You will stay in my sons marui of course and I will come by later to check how you are doing” she said with a fake smile.

Not wanting to anger her more you simply nodded turning towards Aonung since Ronal walked back into the healers tent.

“I-” “Do not speak to me vrrtep!” He hissed at you turning around walking off leaving you alone. Aonung couldn’t believe what was happening to him, he didn’t want a mate especially not a human mate.

Groaning in frustration he made his way to a certain marui hoping to relive some of his stress before having to return to you.

[sims4t2bb]

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[crossroadsofchaos]

Okay so, since I didn't post any art on Aro Week (though I will be finishing the drawing I was doing), I'm gonna do some (very late) aro character text posting, talking about their identities.

Ft. a couple new characters and some new versions of old characters that I haven't reintroduced yet. Also including their ages to show the variety there.

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Lev (he/him; early to mid 40s): bi aroace; sex-averse, but fine with romance; has flirted with people, gone on dates, kissed, etc; not opposed to eventually having a life partner.

Miguel (he/him; early to mid 50s): aroace; indifferent to both romance and sex; got married in his early 20s and had a kid with his wife, but they later divorced on good terms and are still friends; has since remained single.

Rufus (he/him; mid to late 50s): gay demiromantic ace; if he didn't have a partner, he was open to going on dates with people he wasn't attracted to if they seemed like they could be compatible; in present day he's married and has kids.

Howie (he/him; 16 y/o): poly aroacespec; unsure what kind of partnership he wants, is open to experimenting.

Angelo (he/him; 16 y/o): gay demirose (demi aroace); unsure what kind of partnership he wants, is open to experimenting.

Willow (they/them, he/him; 15-16 y/o): aro(spec) lesbian; romance-favorable; open to dating.

Zain (he/him; mid 20s): aromantic and either allosexual or acespec (but not strictly ace); friends, roommates and possibly fwbs with Harley.

Harley (they/them, ze/zir; mid 20s): aromantic bisexual, possibly non-partnering; friends, roommates and possibly fwbs with Zain.

Bridget (she/her; 50s): aromantic, doesn't really use other labels; romance-indifferent; close friends, roommates and sometimes fwbs with Darya.

Darya (she/her; 50s): pan grayromantic allosexual; romance-indifferent; close friends, roommates and sometimes fwbs with Bridget.

Debora (she/her; early 20s): lesbian oriented aroace; romance-averse but sex-indifferent; in a QPR with Erica.

Erica (she/her; early 20s): aromantic omnisexual; romance-indifferent; in a QPR with Debi.

Tristen (she/her; 30s): caedaroace; averse to both romance and sex; the only one on this list who is aspec due to trauma.

[min3nc]

Baghera trying to take care of a sick Jaiden. Jaiden being stubborn insisting they're fine, but its very clear she's sick, voice scratchy and coughing makes it crack. Shivering and unable to get zir feathers to lay flat. She tries to head out the door, but Baghera just yoinks her and carries xem to their shared nest. Nipping at Jaiden's arm with a quack, putting her arm and one of her disheveled wings over the shapeshifter to make sure she doesn't move

(alright. Continuation of this. Excuse my lack of neo-pronouns... It's 2am and i know i'll lose myself if I get to googling them... I did spend a good 15 minutes reading on portuguese's neutral pronouns wiki for the last ask, lol. Blaming adhd for this one.)

"Don't - You - Dare!" Baghera feels the tell-tale shiver than comes from Jaiden's wings as their body begins to shift. "Jaiden, it's just an antibiotic!-"

"Poison! It's poison! From the Federation!"

She tries to stare into those brown eyes as they turn purple as she has them in a way-too-uncomfortable headlock, trying to deter him from doing whatever he was planning on doing.

But Jaiden's face is no longer there - At least not the face Baghera is used to seeing. Its face grows, her pupils becoming slits that eventually widen as they see her face, and eventually, she feels Jaiden's reptile tongue annoyingly licking her forehead.

And everytime Jaiden shifts, Baghera finds whatever face is put in front of her just as beautiful.

"What do you mean?" Wheezing its way through Baghera's arms is a humanoid Dragon, funnily enough sporting Jaiden's hair without any change. "C'mon, I'm fiiiine." The words come out strained and raspy, accompanied by a feeble attempt at a reassuring smile.

And she knows why Jaiden does it - To distract her. To keep her from giving her the god-forsaken antibiotics Cucurucho had actually TASKED HER with giving them.

Because to Baghera, Jaiden is annoyingly cute. Even when she has her fighting to catch her, as she goes from dragon, to a cat, to a human again, to... Did she just turn into DanTDM?

Then, briefly Jaiden transforms into Cucurucho, before swiftly turning into something else.

Thinking about it, it's somewhat nice to know that Jaiden's got such influential people looking over her... Even if its Him.

"Stop being a baby, c'mere, you dumb Bluebird!"

"THE Bluebird, thank you very much."

Baghera bites her tongue as she almost got Jaiden - But they immediately turned into a small... Bluebird.

"I'll kill you. I'm going to kill you."

In a small and high-pitched voice, the bluebird chuckles. It steps on Baghera's beak, staring at her with what she can only describe as a smug smile on that tiny form of him.

"You won't. You love me far too much." Jaiden says, nuzzling her beak and giving it a soft kiss before flying away through an open window.

Grumbling, blushing, and clenching her fists, Baghera follows.

"I hate you. You're correct, but I hate you."

[yuritord]

I love you like the ashes in my cigarette box.

Beelzebub was mildly rushing. Kicking clothes under furniture, scratching mysterious substances off of tables and walls. Today was the first day that their boyfriend, the one and only Archangel Gabriel, was coming over to the apartment Beelzebub typically stayed at when not in hell. Beelzebub, being a demon, enjoyed many human things to indulge in sins- Gluttony, shown by the fridge and pantry stacked with food. Greed- shown through their large array of clothes that, truthfully, ze didn't need. Sloth- Pride- Lust (though that's a story for a different day.) The point is... ze spent much more time on Earth than Gabriel would imagine. This apartment was very used, and rarely cleaned. Though ze knew that Gabriel wouldn't care, (he would- and he'd be verbal about it, but he was never mad. He just cleaned for zem.) ze still felt the need to clean and neaten and- Bzzzzt. Shit. Bzzzzt. Bzzzzt.

The apartment intercom kicked in. "Beelzebub? Are you there?" Shit, Gabriel was here already. The demon stumbled out from the kitchen and slammed the door open, the handle breaking the drywall. Shit, ze thought, I'll miracle that later. "Hello, my zweet." Beelzebub buzzed, giving a- to anyone else, gross- grin. Gabriel's mouth turned into a small smile as he walked in, scoping out the apartment. The walls were painted almost black, someone with knowledge of colors might've called it 'crow', but Gabriel didn't know colors well, so to him it was simply black. There were a few satanic paintings on the walls, but primarily pictures of the couple. There was also a picture from their last date, a picnic, of the couple with Aziraphale and Crowley. There was a black leather couch, a coffee table, an oddly large TV, and then it branched out to the kitchen and a hallway. "Hi, gnat," Gabriel said sweetly, kissing the knuckle of Beelzebub's left hand. Beelzebub's face grew warm and, still not used to affection, ze turned zir head harshly and motioned for Gabriel to follow zem inside. He did. They sat down on the couch together. Just from this alone, a stranger could tell the dynamic they had. Beelzebub had one leg propped up on the couch, leaning back on the arm, scratching zir slightly exposed stomach. Gabriel, on the other hand, was sitting straight up with nothing but his buttocks touching the couch, hands folded neatly in his lap. One, two, three seconds of silence passed. Then, Beelzebub decided to take action on the painful quiet ringing through the room. "Y'know what I fucking hate?” Ze said, turning to look at their boyfriend. Gabriel sighed, a sound that between them, just them, they knew was loving. “What, prince?” Gabriel tried to frown, tried to pretend to be disinterested, but he broke into a small smile, a smirk, and glanced over at his dear partner. “I hate… I hate fucking-” Ze snarled, finally thinking of something. “Oh my zatan I fucking hate Michael!” ze shouted. Gabriel nodded, and he listened. Truthfully, and quietly, he agreed with almost everything Beelzebub ever had to say- as an angel, he most likely shouldn’t agree with a demon- but he shouldn’t be dating a demon either. He’s sinned so many times that at this point, he’s surprised he hasn’t followed Aziraphale’s tail. His primary sins are greed and gluttony- not for food, money, or any material object. But for Beelzebub. His love for the short demon was so intense that Angels in different galaxies could feel it. He constantly wanted, craved, and needed more of Beelzebub. He wanted Beelzebub to just be his, too, oh how he wished the two of them could just spend every day together, on this couch. How he wished to hold Beelzebub because he wanted the prince to feel all of the love that bloomed in the angel's heart. Beelzebub, although ze would never admit it to anyone, not even Gabriel, felt similarly. Ze was greedy about Gabriel, which almost everyone knew. Ze’d call him during work, spend every inch of zir spare time with him, and even trusted him enough to entirely let go around him. He’s seen zir wings, he’s seen zir cry, he’s seen practically everything - Including the private intimate times that they’ve had together. There was nothing that Beelzebub didn’t trust the angel with- which, as a demon, was dangerous- ze knew that; but that was okay. Ze was okay with that. Ze wanted to let Gabriel into every part of zir life, no matter how dangerous or scary or private it could be. Not to mention, Beelzebub was a talker. Ze ranted and ranted and ranted, letting Gabriel know every single thought that popped into Bee’s head. He knew everyone ze liked, everyone ze didn’t like, every single one of zir pet peeves, amongst many other things. Everything there was to know about either of them, the other had it memorized. Beelzebub, without saying a word about it, shuffled to lean zir head on Gabriel’s shoulder. Ze was only like that for a few minutes, before moving to lay zir head in his lap. Knowing what zey wanted without zem saying it, Gabriel began running his fingers through zir messy hair. He carefully got the knots out, tugging gently. Beelzebub had started ranting about a current interest of zirs - Gabriel nodded, showed interest, and continued petting zem. He slowly got all of the knots out, one by one, with just his fingers. Beelzebub seemed to relax more and more with each run of his fingers. Ze became akin to a puddle in zir boyfriend’s lap. Slowly, Beelzebub ran out of things to talk about. Neither of them seemed to mind, though. This time the quiet wasn’t painful; it wasn’t awkward, it wasn’t waiting for a move. It was safe, it was calm. It was a silence shared between two lovers. Shared between two people who, on the street, could look like total strangers. But in this apartment, in this room, it was calm and secure. Gabriel gently pulled Beelzebub’s head up to give zem a gentle, off-centered kiss. Time stopped for the two of them at that moment.

[merrybandofmurderers]

I love all the different ships you have! There's no limits, anyone in the lore is game! 🤩 I've seen OC x OC on your dash before, especially on wip wednesdays, and I've read a few~ Now, though... I kinda wanna know more! Are you just making them up as you go? Do they all have some (wip?) stories to go along with them?

(the Iron Bull x Sable x Fenris and Briala x Zenith are especially interesting to me... 🫣)

so i've actually like, played-played very few of my ocs. i've made all of them--and thus played the first quest--in game at least once (altho some have appearances i need to update), but long-term playtime is more sparse. i do tend to figure out my oc's personalities BY playing, so as a result, some ocs are more fleshed out than others

i've slowed down on the oc-making, but when i first started playing in,, 2018? 2019?? i just kept getting more and more ideas the more i played, and then i'd have to start over to make the next, and then the next

see, i only started playing dragon age FOR the ocs. becuz i LOVE making ocs! even for original writing, it's always been my favorite part of story-telling. and by far the best part of dragon age--and the thing that keeps me here tbqh--is the fandom aspect of sharing ocs and talking about ocs and doing oc memes and getting commissions of your ocs and making your ocs kiss your friends' ocs. ahem

anyway. i STILL haven't played dao and da2 (altho i WILL, if for no other reason than i have so many oc ideas for them), but inquisition was enough to spawn LOTS of oc concepts. um, i just counted and it looks like i've plateaued at 64 lmao (not counting kids cuz there's only a few that i'm completely decided on)

i do plan to write SOMETHING for every oc. not as involved as the pavellan or tranquil oc fics, but something. i've got a handful already in the works and several more in the planning stages

~

so i did start with the canon origins and canon romances but,, that obviously did not keep me satisfied lmao. i have certain characters selected as inquistors with others being strictly companions (atp most of my ocs are "companion ocs")

i'm not really sure how to explain this, but basically all of my ocs exist in thedas at once, with different handfuls all being part of individual worldstates. in each worldstate there is a designated inquisitor with others being companions, and that is those characters' story. but regardless of which worldstate is at the fore, the rest are still in thedas doing their thing, either related to their origin or working for the inquisition more distantly (i really need to make a spreadsheet for this)

there are some ocs though that are designated "inquisition agents" that are technically present in every worldstate even if they don't feature in the individual story. sable and zenith are two of those. they are part of a vigilante squad that travels thedas helping alienages. the other two members are jude and wren. in every iteration they end up joining the inquisition as agents

the four of them originate from the starkhaven alienage. sable (ze/they) is from another alienage that was purged and ze settled in starkhaven with wren's family. zenith (ze/zir) is the child of a ben-hassrath who gave birth in the alienage while on the run and gave zir up to an elven couple. jude (they/them) is a half-elf/half-dwarf mage, their mother being an alienage elf and their father a carta dwarf. wren (he/him) is the most normal of the lot, being your average city elf

sable is a two-handed warrior, and ze develops a romance with bull; after the inquisitor [unspecified] leaves hawke in the fade, fenris shows up, and in the process of mourning and healing, partners with the pair of them. zenith, a dual-wield rogue, first develops a romance with sera, then gets close with briala during WEWH and begins a romance with her too. jude, the group's mage, romances harding; wren, a sword and shield warrior, romances krem

~

so. that's a run-down on the oc situation and the ocs you asked about. as established, i LOVE talking about ocs, so you're welcome to ask about any that pique your interest in particular!

[sleeponthephone]

they set their lips to my life and leave the kiss with me. nicknames for everything, a thousand small loves contained to each. ze lets me love them the way I need to. he lets this connection be a conversation, be a tiny bird fluttering between us to sip the nectar from our fingers. (I turn to you- remember that bird in the ceiling? remember how your voice swelled so loud it filled my house, set the windows to bursting with the sound of you, and chased him out? this one nestles easily into new perches. she sings for every dawn they bring into my life. we like this one.) they keep their hands in my life.

my softness is not an irritant to zir- it is celebrated. ze loves what a romantic I am. we watch movies and I am hopeless with it, tied into the story beats and relationship drama and sweet exchanges. I am betrayed when wickham is horrible, and she laughs. they love that I wanted to love him. they tell me their stories of sweetness and they pretend to grimace when I smile and gush for them, but they wouldn’t tell me if they didn’t like it.

six hours of a bbc series, and ze tells me it was worth it to see my reaction at the very end. when they play music, when they sing, I try to keep a recording in my mind, try to play it back later. spring is coming but I keep this wrapped around me anyway, insist it is still cold enough out to wear it. they let me cook for them and bandage his finger because they understand I need to love him in my way sometimes.

she is used to earning love through usefulness. they play therapist, they fix, they carry, they drive, they save, they hold, they help. I mention a problem and ze insists they can be a solution. he says the things ze thinks I need to hear, they try to fit the role. I describe a someday person and they leap to be that-

“I’ll grow my hair out and find someone who can do historical styles” “I could figure that out”

“I need to find a boyfriend who likes driving so I don’t have to” “I like driving”

“I should end up with someone good with math to do my taxes” “I’d be good for you then”

and yes, I love him in the driver’s seat, but I love more that it is him who is next to me.

we get drunk and sit on the floor of my kitchen for a second time- love is the half-plain pizza, love is the unquestioned “okay, this is who you are”.

they’re kind. they take me at face value. they believe that I am a good person who deserves nice things. the 36 questions musical is going to stay painted in their colors for the rest of my life.

( - it’s written down in my phone, dated march sixteenth- “remember this. in this moment they call you di and love of my life and darling and they love you. in this moment you can call them lovely and my love. in this moment there are polaroids and they love taking pictures. they send you a heart and you send one back. they love when you play with their hair.”)

ironic that i never told you the exact spelling of his name but you somehow spelled it perfectly correctly (i guess there are only two ways, it was bound to be one of them, lucky guess). your ask haunting my box in the wee hours of the night, mere hours after I’d cried myself to sleep.

you wanted a good old fashioned love letter. this, too, is part of it, my love is at war in his mind. not with his mind, not yet, or with the people in it, but with the thoughts that tell him she doesn’t love you she doesn’t care end it right now. she meaning me. the variation of pronouns twinkling throughout your letter like lightning bugs, and they use he/they now. i once asked if that was they, singular, or they, meaning the system and my love shrugged and said, either or, i just know I’m not a girl or femme aligned. in the days of papyrus and scrolls (yes, that old-fashioned) it may still have mattered to some one other than i. the variation doesn’t vex me, i love my love the same.

and right now to love him is to give him a little room to breathe. i tell him just tell me when i can come back and he replies that he’ll talk to me later. i never wanted to overwhelm him or suffocate him. i said you may get tired of me and they told me they didn’t think so. another love letter, written in pencil, is waiting on the opposite desk. before i set that down, I’d found a poem that i had written for the first person in the system i dated—i still don’t know if he’s host anymore. i didn’t want that, though—recycled sentiment. i wanted my love you mentioned most recently to know that even though i loved both of them, the way i loved him was unique.

it doesn’t make sense to me, this kind of mental tug of war, and i just want to pull him out of it. tell them of course i love you of course i care and im staying your mind is being mean to you and it’s not your fault. i just don’t know when I’m allowed, it’s a constant thing i struggle with—the being allowed. i know, because of therapy, that boundaries are important.

—and two hours before the tears, i write, “the tears are because i get to love you. m-you don’t even know how happy that makes me.” i write earnestly and channel all the softness i can muster. i write, “i love you. i hope to nourish you right back, heart and mind and soul.”

(i’m a little ashamed and a little shaky, that this is what i produced, but please take it gently into your palm, please do)

[haloburns]

have a valentines day fic that i am currently speed writing!!

do i need to spell it out again for you to understand? you are my very best friend

“Go thrift shopping with me.”

Danny looked up from his textbook and squinted up at Emrys. He’d been in the library for too many hours, staring down equations that refused to make sense. Why did his professors need him to show his work? He knew how to do these things, who needed record of it?

“Daannyyyyy,” Emrys whined, poking the halfa when he kept staring at him and blinking owlishly. “Come thrifting with me, I need a second opinion.”

“Okay, but you hate my opinion on clothes,” Danny said once his brain unstuck. He shook his head to clear the numbers. “So why me?”

“I need someone to go with me.” Emrys leaned against Danny’s shoulder and pouted, giving Danny the puppy dog eyes as ze did. “And we don’t hang out enough!”

“Em, I have so—”

Ze rolled zir eyes as ze finished Danny’s sentence for him. “—much homework, yeah, yeah. That’s always your excuse!”

“We’re in college, it’s not an excuse!” Danny threw his hands up in exasperation, even as he started to smile. “At least I’m not using Mateo as my excuse.”

Emrys snorted and nudged him. “Mate, just take a break and come with me. It’ll be fun! Maybe I can actually get you some decent clothes!”

“Hey!” Danny complained, even though he knew Emrys was going to bug him until he gave in. 

So, he gave in.

Emrys cheered when ze watched Danny’s shoulders slump in defeat. Mateo swung into the booth as ze was dragging Danny out of his seat, already chattering excitedly about where they were going.

“I’m being kidnapped,” Danny stage-whispered to Mateo as he pulled him in for a quick kiss goodbye. “If I’m not back in two hours, call in the cavalry.”

“It took you almost a full day to come after me,” Mateo said contemplatively, trying to hide his smirk. A disbelieving laugh escaped Danny's mouth at the off-handed comment. “You’re a big boy, so I’ll give it at least twelve hours.” He stood up on his toes to give Danny a quick peck on his cheek, giggling softly at his stunned expression.

“You’re gonna hold that against me forever, aren’t you?” he shouted as they made their way across the open loud-spaced library.

Mateo considered this for a second before calling back, “Only for another few months! Love you!”

Danny grumbled out a love you too before Emrys forced him through the doors, though he was unable to wipe the smile from his face.

“You two are gross,” Emrys pointed out as they stepped out into the bus waiting area.

“Yeah, yeah.” Danny waved ze off. “You should be used to it by now, dude.”

“It’s not even been a year. I need at least that before I stop gagging.”

Continue on AO3.

[goldenboybridgers]

He frowns deeper when she tries to shake it off. His eyes stay pinned to hers--concerned. He didn't want to hurt her and, even more so, he didn't want her to feel like she couldn't talk to him about it. He'd been trying to be better at open communication ever since getting off the drugs--it was easier without the substances influencing his every thought and action.

Ze's silent as she speaks, letting her get out her words as slowly as she needs to. Ze gives her as much time as it takes, slowly nodding at each word in understanding. Zir hands remain on her arms, gently holding her, thumbs petting her soft skin--a reassurance of sorts.

A low hum when she mentions forgetting issues about herself, but before he can ask for more explanation, she's continuing again. A faint smile brushes zir lips. Ze appreciates her concern--not wanting him to feel bad. Still, ze didn't care if what she had to say hurt or made zem feel bad, ze just wanted to make sure that whatever it was ze didn't do it again in the future.

At first, he looks completely bewildered by her words. A moment? He wasn't sure what that meant and it's obvious in the way he squints a little and looks to the ceiling as if it has answers. However, after a beat, he sucks in a breath, bending his knees a little with a bounce at the realization. "Ohhh..! You mean--" He pauses, a smile breaking out on his features as his eyes meet hers again. He can't help the soft huff of a chuckle that exhales through his nostrils.

"No...No. I'm sorry, Lee. I didn't mean to make you think--" He shakes his head quickly, looking at her with that soft, but serious expression again. He doesn't want her to think he's just shrugging her off, wants her to know he's taking the issue seriously even if it didn't make much sense to him. A hand cups her cheek and he leans over to press a delicate kiss to her forehead.

"You're all right, love. I wasn't--That wasn't flirting. She's a very good friend of mine. She's been my nurse since I got out of rehab and..." A slow shake of his head, shrugging. "I don't know, I guess she's just the only caretaker I have that makes me feel like I'm not--" A beat, swallowing. He clears his throat, looking away. "She's gentle with me because she knows it's a sensitive subject, that's all. There's no feelings there aside from mutual friendship."

Feelings of inadequacy had followed Leo for her entire life. The confirmation in every aspect that she was never enough had done a number on her. She can’t help how it still hurts to think of all the time she’d been betrayed, not just by Aura, but others as well. The wounds she thought had healed and scarred over seemed to still be open.

“Um.” A shake of her head and she’s forcing herself to smile. “I’m… just.” Leo blinks rapidly, trying to think of a way out of talking about it. Ze looked like shit and she didn’t want to make anything worse. “I’ve been alone for a really long time, Aura. I mean like… five years at least. So I just… um.” She clicks her tongue, feeling rather awkward. “… I think I forgot about some old issues with myself, you know?” A slight cringe at how cryptic she’s being.

But they were a lot older now, even if Leo still struggled with speaking up for herself. And maybe this was all over nothing. She’s trying not to withdraw and shut down, but it’s still hard.

“I think… I don’t want to make you feel bad, or anything I just, I think it like – you know, looked like you were having a moment with the nurse. And it just…” Leo waves her hand. “You know how my mind can be.”

[artemiscrocksgf]

you vex me II (aemond targaryen x fem!reader)

this is part two, you can read the first one here or it can be read as a standalone but i recommend reading the first

pairing: aemond targaryen x velaryon fem!reader

warning: angst , pining, angst to smut, enemies to lovers ?? , incest (uncle/niece) it's hotd duh. explicit, minors dni 18+, NSWF

word count: 2.9K

high valyrian words are translated

The sky is fragile, the sun above the tumultuous cloud tops the only brightness that shines through. “Lykiri!” [calm]  you command in high valyrian,  the bellows of your dragon’s roar echoing through the dragonpit grounds. Like your mother and previous ancestors, you were trained to ride dragon back at the age of six, gifted with a hatchling from the pits of Dragonstone. Ysera your dragon, her wings emerald green like the precious stone she was named after, and her claws and crest scales bright as pearlescent jade. Ysera’s deep green scales glistened from the light mist that fell from the clouds. “Lykiri Ysera,” the dragon’s leathery wings sprawled open as you stroke her neck, while the dragon keepers prepare her saddle. 

“Princess, the weather has turned – you should ride on the morrow” the dragon keeper Elder advised, his hand clutching the shackles that tied around Ysera’s neck. You glance up at the sky hinted with silver black clouds that were gathering over Kings Landing. 

“On the contrary, it is perfect weather,” you insisted, taking a deep breath through your nose as you let the scent of the sea and the rain fill your nostrils. “It is only a little rainfall and the misty dew that melts into my skin – it is truly an experience like no other Elder,” you marveled. 

“I could not agree more,” a voice sharp as glass replies from behind you. 

You could recognize that voice anywhere, “Why did you not warn me Ysera?” you whispered to your dragon before turning to see the Prince behind you. Aemond was dressed in his usual black attire, his hands adorned with leather gloves – the corners of his mouth lifting into a smirk as he notices you eyeing him from head to toe. Neither one of you has discussed the kiss that happened last week — it would be lying to say your mind did not wander to that moment in the wee hours of the night. Your body shudders.

You clear your throat, “Is vexing me at the Keep not enough? You must now follow me around Kings Landing?” you jest, adjusting your black and red cladded riding armor. 

“Do not flatter yourself dear niece” Aemond’s shoulders bounce with a huff, as he lifts his hand to signal the dragon keepers to bring out Vhagar. “Perhaps Elder is right, you should not fly your … quaint dragon through this weather – much like her rider she is fragile,” he sneers. Ysera rumbles almost as if she understood his insults, you glare at him giving him the reaction he craved. You loathe admitting that you enjoyed the odd relationship you had with the Prince, built off hating one another. The hatred offered opportunities for blistering eye contact and tension that could be cut with his dagger. And despite the rage, he makes you feel you cannot help but think of him every second he is not with you. It infuriated you. 

“Remind me, Prince, what was the name of your first… dragon?” you taunted while mounting Ysera. “Pink… Ah, pink dread! Much like its rider, it is a pig,” you snicker. You catch a glimpse of the anger in Aemond’s eye before you commanded Ysera to soar, “Sōvēs,”. You grin smugly at the Prince before Ysera ascends into the clouds, prowling the skies in ever-widening circles. Fanned by the strong winds your unbound hair cascades with the breeze. Green crests flashed along Ysera’s back as her silver-green wings beat against the gray sky. The beating of her wings flew through the veil of clouds, the raindrops dampening you as she soars above the cloud tops to the hidden sun. The beauty that lived beyond the clouds was endless. You gently close your eyes as Ysera glides gracefully through the open sky, when her thundering roar breaks your peace, “Skoros iksos ziry issa hāedar” [What is it, my girl?]. 

Vhagar’s wings erupt from behind the clouds, her bellows booming in the vast sky, and on her back the one-eyed Prince hoisting her saddle reins. “Thank you for warning me,” you say to Ysera, petting the top of her head as she ascends further up. Soaring like eagles, stooping like hawks, they circled each other – creating a choreograph of intertwining wings. Vhagar vanished into a bank of clouds, only to reappear an instant later. In awe, you watch Aemond’s long hair streaming silver behind him as he circles above the clouds. Fuck. He is insufferable. Yet everything about him was intoxicating. 

“Naejot” [forward] you ordered,  Ysera launching herself up towards Aemond, her wings buffeting the air as she flew around the large dragon. The dark clouds began to rain, the drops hitting your face and dampening your hair. You close your eyes letting the rainfall take you. Aemond watched you as you rode through the clouds, the mist bathing you in a wet sheen. Aemond’s breath was sucked right out of him – he wasn’t self-delusional to mistake the tightening of his muscles as anything other than desire. Seven Hells. He detests you. And yet he found himself unable to keep his lengths from you. 

The torrent winds begin to pick up, the storm clouds rolling over the skies. The light mist was now a heavy downpour making it almost impossible to see ahead. “Princess?” you hear a shout in the sunless bank of clouds. He yells again, you notice a hint of concern in his voice.

 Ysera roars as cracks of lightning surround you, “Lykiri, LYKIRI,”

“It is time we descend,” his voice getting drained from the deafening thunder. A nervousness lingers underneath his outward demeanor. A sudden bolt of lightning shattered the veil of black. His gaze locked on yours.

“Scared Aemond?” 

“Jest all you want, but the cloudburst is coming and we need to take cover,” Aemond instructs, his hair completely drenched. “We are too far to make it back to the pit in time but we can make way to River Gate and wait out the clouds,”.

“I do not take orders from you,” scoffing, the rumbles of the thunder echo through your ears – the storm beginning to rage. Although you would never admit it aloud, Aemond was right. 

“God! Must you be so fucking stubborn?” his eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched. You stifle your laugh at his annoyance. You enjoy enraging him. 

“If we must,” you reply. Ysera’s iridescent scales glisten in the darkened and ominous sky, you tail Vhagar as the dragons make a descent to land, the rain whipping down like crystal nails. Your hair slicked from the rain, strands stuck on your face as you dismount off Ysera, “Umbās'' [wait]. The rain has lost the ambient temperature of early fall, freezing and paling your skin on contact. You look up at the molten silver sky, the dark swirls covering every inch of the sky casting a dark shadow. Aemond silently walks towards an isolated barn on the outskirts of the trees that line River Gate. You follow.

The barn is empty, and the musk of hay and pine devours your nostrils as soon as you step under the shelter. The rain continues to pour, the drops hitting the oak creating a drumming against the roof – So much rain was falling that the sound blurred into one long, whirring noise. Aemond has still not spoken a word to you since landing. Which made the confinement even worse, you would much rather have him hurl snide remarks at you than complete quietness. He sat silently not acknowledging you as he fidgeted with his dagger. You pace back and forth, unable to stand still as you wait for the rain to cease. 

“Would you stop your incessant walking,” Aemond says nonchalantly, his eye not meeting yours. His dagger danced between his slender fingers. 

“Oh he finally talks... I thought you were half blind and going mute”

“This rain will not pass any time soon and I do not want to be here anymore than you do” his voice low. You drove Aemond crazy in more ways than one, being stuck in this barn with you was a nightmare – not only because you infuriate him like no other but because he could not keep pretending he did not desire you. Crave you. 

Ever since that goddamn kiss.

You exhale through your nose as you take off your leather gloves, planting yourself on a hay barrow. You take your leather boots off, the sound of the material squelching. 

“What are you doing?” his voice raises as he cocks his head at you. 

“I would much prefer not dying from cold fever,” you remark, wringing out your drenched hair. “Although it does sound better than being here…” you mumble under your breath. You assumed Aemond heard you when you saw his head shake, the corners of his mouth quirking into a small smile. You lower your eyes as Aemond stands up, turning his slender back to you as he unbuttons his black outer coat. It was improper of you to stare as his soaked cotton undershirt clung to his wet body – outlining his lean shoulders perfectly. 

Seven Hells.

You clear your throat as you feel a warm heat gathering in your cheeks, you unbutton your armored gown – your drenched undergown beginning to make you itch. Your hands reach around to the clasp by the nape of your neck. You mentally cuss your handmaidens as your fingers struggle to unclasp the button on your own. Your body jolts and his warm fingers slide down the back of your neck to the tender skin – unbuttoning your gown. “Here,” his raspy voice whispers into your ear as the gown drops to the ground. 

“I did not need your assistance,” you say but your words end up breathy and weak. You turn to face him. He was close to you, you could feel the heat of his body and smell the dragon scent of him. It sent a trickle of shivers straight through you. You wholeheartedly disliked the Prince and yet you had the most absurd inclination to lean forward until the space between your bodies was squeezed into nothingness.

His eye lowers down to your mouth, that mouth that vexes him to no end with an endless stream of insults and snide comments. Despite all that, all he could think about were your lips on his. “Is that so?” 

He lifts his hands brushing your wet hair away from your face, his fingers lingering by your cheek. The heat of his body seeped through your thin gown, he was so close you couldn’t tell where his breath ended and yours began. Aemond was going to stop right there and leave you bothered and breathless, to teach you a lesson but when there was barely an inch between your bodies, the pull grew too strong. Your breath quickens, your mind telling you to pull away but your body says otherwise. 

“Mmhmm,” is all you could manage to say, his fingertips trailing along your cheek – torturing you. Suddenly his hands cupped the back of your head as his lips took yours in an explosion of desire and hatred. You moan against his mouth, taking advantage of your parted lips, Aemond slides his tongue between them. His hands still cupping the back of your head, he grabs a fistful of your damp hair pulling it back. Your head tilts back, exposing your neck – his eye darkens as his lips leave yours to taste the slightly salty skin of your neck. 

Aemond pulls your hair a little harder, “You should learn to bite that tongue of yours…” His free hand grips your breast through the fabric. The pads of his fingertips rolling over your nipple. You suck in a shaky breath when he catches the bud between his forefinger and thumb, tweaking it sharply. Aemond releases your hair, the pressure of his grip still lingering. You could feel his stiff cock pressed against your body. 

“Only when you learn to bite yours,” you tease, sliding your hand down his wet undershirt and over his trousers to palm at his cock. A sweet groan escapes his lips when you softly squeeze him. He abruptly stops your hand, lowering your back onto the damp ground. This moment could be stretched and savored, but when were things with Aemond ever savory. His hands tugged the rope on the thin fabric that covered your body with enough force to nearly tear the gown. Aemond grapples at his shirt, pulling the wet fabric over his head. Your core is already searing with heat as he lets his eye caress your exposed body, something so simple but so seductive. The gaze was heavy with lust. God. You want to feel him. Taste him. Fuck him.

Aemond lowers himself between your legs, his tongue darts over his lower lip hungrily. He pushes your thighs apart, gripping them down firmly – his other hand trailing above your center. “Still do not need my assistance, my love?” he murmurs. He smirks seeing the wetness of your core. You curse when you feel his thumb and forefinger softly part your soaking folds, circling your clit and down to rub your dripping entrance. They gently tease your clit, smearing your wetness around but not enough to give you the desire you crave. You bite back a groan as your hips grind into his fingers. You tense as the tips of his fingers press at your entrance, his slender digits slipping in all the way. He drew them back out, slick with your wetness – a roguish grin across his face as he thrust them back in, easing into a steady pace that makes everything ache with desire. 

His hand dipped further into your cunt, sending a sharp edge of ecstasy through your core and down your spine. Aemond presses two fingers into your entrance, your walls clenching around his fingers as he thrusts roughly into your wet folds. Your body seizes up tight when all of a sudden he abruptly removes his hand from your soaking cunt. Leaving you on the edge of burning waves, a needy moan tears almost painfully from you. 

“Tell me you need me,” he commands. Fucking Bastard. “Say it,” his fingers return to your throbbing core teasing the folds of your swollen lips but not enough to satisfy you. Fuck he’s going to be the death of you. Aemond’s fingers teased your clit, making you breathless as you begged. He knew even if you had not said it that the desire was mutual. 

“Please Aemond,” you whine desperately, with a pleased grin, Aemond jolts his fingers back into you. His fingers curling into your cunt, nerves rubbed raw and still throbbing – deep inside your core, his finger brushes against the rough spot of nerves against your walls. Tilting his fingers into your cunt faster, you feel your muscles tense as the orgasm violently spills over. His free hand wraps around your thigh to hold you down, as he twists his fingers inside you. It’s all too much too quickly. Your ears ring, and waves of pleasure cascade through every nerve in your body. Your core pulses around Aemond’s fingers, eyes slamming shut until you shatter onto him – your mind folds as your orgasm cracks. You whine and push his hand because he’s still going, your clit burning from overstimulation. 

“That is how you make me feel when you vex me,” he grunts, his hands now snaking their way to your neck. His grip tightens as he lowers himself to your lips, his mouth descends onto yours – his kiss hungry and full of lust. His hands worked the drawstrings of his trousers. 

“Perhaps you need assistance,” you remark. His hands push down his black trousers, the thick swell of his cock throbs. There’s a wet smear as the head of his cock runs through your folds, slicking himself up with your arousal. With little warning, Aemond’s full-length slams into you with a devastating force – you moan into his shoulder as his angular face nest into your neck. You’ll feel him for days afterward as your walls clench inch after inch, a dull ache settling deep inside you. The rhythm of his hips is hard. Fast. Merciless. Aemond buries himself into your core, each stroke as rough and feral as the last. Your fingers tangle his silver hair, your nails raking down his back – leaving raised lines in his pale skin. 

“Fuck,” he breathes. Aemond firmly grips your jaw, sliding his thumb past your lips – your tongue brushes over his finger. You pull his lips towards you, molding your mouth to his as your soft wet kisses morph into pricks of his teeth. His gaze locked on yours, as his length goes in you – you pull his head down once more you gently place kisses around his scar. His eye flutter shuts with every touch.

His thrust boils the shimming heat gathering in the pit of your core, electric heat blazing through each and every nerve. Your muscles tighten around him, making his cock throb as his thrusts create violent slaps. Aemond couldn’t hold back any longer. Hot spurts flood your insides, his eye squeezing shut as he buries his face into your shoulder. You clutch him tightly against your chest while he fills you. 

He eventually pulls away, his gaze taking in every inch of your bare skin. With a cocky grin on his face, you knew he wouldn’t let this down. But neither would you. You knew he desired you as much as you desired him. 

[neptunemagia]

@its-decido asked so I shall deliver. Here are all of my gender and sexuality headcannons for Sailor Moon.

For reference I ship Michiru x Haruka, Rei x Minako, Inners poly pile, Ami x Makoto, Mamoru x Usagi x Seiya, Kunzite x Jadeite, Chibiusa x Hotaru, and Princess Kakyuu x Reformed Galaxia. The only ships I have strong feelings against is anything that breaks up harumichi and anything involving Prince Demande bcuz he sucks ass and doesn’t deserve love.

Usagi is bi with a preference for her precious Mamo-chan. She/her, potentially some cutesy neo-pronouns.

As the goddess of love it only makes sense for Minako to be pansexual. She/her.

I think Ami would be demiromantic and demisexual. Not really sure of she’d like multiple genders or just girls. She/her, but might try out she/they at some point.

Makoto is bi. She crushes on everything that breathes within a ten mile radius of her. Preference for guys and more masculine girls. She/her, I think trans girl Mako headcannons are super cute.

Rei is the man hating lesbian straight men fear. In the manga, she makes it clear that she hardly tolerates the existence of men, so I doubt she would date one. The 90s anime always felt really weird, so I’m calling it internalized homophobia (she went to Catholic school after all). She/her or maybe she/they, purely out of spite for this world.

Chibiusa, much like her mother, is bi and in love with everyone. Even horse boy gets a kiss. She and Hotaru are canonically the same age when she is reborn. It’s not problematic, you just don’t like it. Which is fine, but chill out a little. She/bunself, it’s the 30th century, her using neo pronouns is entirely realistic.

Michiru is literally the biggest lesbian to ever lesbian. I get vibes like she has mommy AND daddy issues. There’s no such thing as a mentally well artist after all. She/her.

I can see Haruka as being non-binary or a cis woman. Lesbian, potentially bisexual (NOT biromantic), with a heavy preference for ladies. Anime Haruka absolutely has some kind of religious trauma. All she talks about is going to hell for her sins. She/they (maybe ze/zir).

I stand by Setsuna being aroace. The Endymion thing felt like filler, and all she ever talked about was his lavender jacket. Next season, her only outfit is a lavender jacket (I distinctly remember her wearing a lavender tee shirt in Crystal as well). She’s even stated to be an aspiring fashion designer. Clearly she was just jealous of his suit. She/they/it, because as an eternal being this gender shit is probably pretty pointless to her.

Hotaru is some form of gay. Lesbian, bi, pan, no idea. All I know is she has a massive crush on Chibiusa. She/it, she probably has some crazy depersonalization going on with Mistress 9 and the cyborg stuff.

Seiya, Seiya, Seiya. I get heavy trans masc vibes from them, but Naoko did say all sailor senshi were women, so I’m going with the in-between of non-binary and/or genderfluid. As for sexuality, I’m just going to leave it as sapphic. She/he/they/ze. Do they even have gender/pronouns on Kinmoku?

I refuse to see Yaten as anything other than a aroace girly girl. Yaten forever chooses sleep over sex . She/her.

Taiki confuses and upsets me to no end. The hair makes it so unbelievably painful to think about them that I leave my thoughts at pansexual they/them.

Kakyuu is bi, and all loving like Usagi, our other princess. She/her.

Manga Mamoru is the token straight friend. Anime Mamoru is bi purely because of the Fiore arc. He/him.

feel free to request a continued analysis of the genders/sexualities of minor characters and villains, other headcannons, along with my list of which villains are redeemable (all monsters of the day will be included, you have been warned)

[once-upon-the-earth]

IM DONE!

but I might be hoping about this (oh, what a sin) (34197 words) by ReAvRaAr Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens), Anathema Device/Newton Pulsifer, Aziraphale & Crowley & Anathema Device & Newton Pulsifer, Anathema Device & The Them (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley & The Them (Good Omens), Crowley & The Them (Good Omens), The Them & Adam Young (Good Omens), Brian & Pepper & Wensleydale & Adam Young (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Adam Young (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Adam Young (Good Omens), The Them (Good Omens), Pepper (Good Omens), Wensleydale (Good Omens), Brian (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Original Characters, only like one tho Additional Tags: Hugs, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Fluff, i fucking love hugs man, Hijinks & Shenanigans, First Kiss, Title from a Hozier Song, The Them are an absolute chaos group, Anathema helps them in bringing about the chaos, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley says Ngk, Ze/Zir Pronouns for Beelzebub (Good Omens), Aziraphale is "just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing" (Good Omens), Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Armageddidn't, Post-Episode: s01e06 The Very Last Day of the Rest of Their Lives, Season 2 is not canon in this!, Asexual Relationship, or something like it anyways they dont need the human terms but theyre so aroace to me Summary: "Aziraphale was very good at lying to himself. He'd been doing it for thousands of years. He tried to ignore the voice that sounded a suspicious lot like Crowleys, saying that technically, he shouldn't need to anymore." (Will be updating pretty often because Im done with the story i just need to edit)

@onceuponapuffin and @parkerquil1969 idk if youre still on board but im just gonna @ you cus you said something

im like way too deep into a good omens fic rn so would you guys like to read a post s1 fix which is just all my favorite scenarios of them cramped into one fic, seasoned with some lovely pining and s2 doesn’t exist for a while

[kaiwrites-if]

Permission to smooch Gwaine

This will be the only drabble I will write for Gwaine for a while.

“Can I kiss you?”

Gwaine’s eyes snap up to meet yours, hands stilling from where ze had been sewing up a hole in zir shirt. Ze looks momentarily off-balance, before Gwaine shakes zirself off and smirks.

“I knew you could not resist me,” ze moves to continue with zir work, only now a slight tremor was visible in zir hands.

“I’m serious, Gwaine,” you say, watching zir reaction carefully. “I really want to kiss you…as long as you want that as well, of course.”

Gwaine sighs and you wonder if maybe you’ve pushed too far. You open your mouth to apologise, when you feel fingers linking with your own.

“Kiss me,” ze whispers, pressing zir forehead to yours. “Please.”

So, you do.

[caramelsmiles12]

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Lilith’s Supernatural skins as custom

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Lilith’s Alien Flavor

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Ephemera FMW customs

Ephemera Realistic Skin Tests and 5 skins

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Berrynooboo’s Axiom Skin

Lemonlion’s 3t2 Sushi Sims tattoo skins

Mouseyblue’s Advent 2012 skins

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Sim-Stranger’s Lilith’s Honey skin add ons

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starlla’s honey invasion

Poppet’s green feathers

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Macrotastics

Child Support

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Anyone Fight Burglars 

Auto Save Game

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Smarter EP Check

A lot of Cyjon’s mods tbh...

3 want disablers

Faster Pet Learning

Batbox

Enable "Rent Furnished Apartment" Outside of Debug Mode

Towel Mod Lite

Faster Novels

Hula Dance & More

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Call anyone

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Children can get cereal from fridges

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Marriage: Last Name Changer

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Hacked Coat Hook

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Party mod

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No Look At Me

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Perfect Plants

Sim Blender

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No Dancing in Silence

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No Weekly Report

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Simply Leftovers

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Stay Things Shrub

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[cheeseandstrawberrytartlover]

Long before the Mantling

The Fates are never wrong

Nerevar left the safe walls of the fortress to go watch the sunset and as they walked through the gate, the lord felt something odd.

"Who is there?"

Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure hang upside-down from the gate. He drew Trueflame and held it in the figure's direction with one smooth movement.

It looked like a human, but somehow it didn't. The fire of Trueflame illuminated its face. The figure grabbed the sword and held it away from itself.

"Now, now, Nerevar. That is an odd way to greet an old friend."

"Lord Sheogorath."

Nerevar immediately sheathed Trueflame.

"I follow and support your kind and I get disrespected like this?"

"Apologies. I am... on edge."

"I can see that.... I come bearing bad news, my darling."

The lord sighed, "I do not believe that I can hear worse news anymore."

Sheogorath looked straight ahead to not meet his gaze.

"You will die, Serjo Indoril Nerevar Mora."

Nerevar chuckled, "At least the death of a warrior that I can handle."

"No, Nerevar."

He looked at them in confusion.

"How do you even know that?"

"Each Era I get another future vision. Though, it is mostly a blur. I am over staying my welcome. If Azura knows I am here, she will murder me."

Nerevar still felt shaken by the news, "Is- Is there anything I can do?"

"Calm down your lover before the battle."

"Ayem?"

"No, the other one. That pretty man from House Dagoth. I doubt.... that... it will help you in the future, but it is at least a good idea. Almalexia does not need emotional support, Voryn does. Trust me, Nerevar of House Indoril. Come here."

He inched closer and got embraced by the Daedric Prince. The Daedra struggled to speak, "Know that you never did anything wrong. This is simply how it will happen. Enjoy your time with the one you love most."

Somehow the arms of the Daedric Prince felt welcoming and warm.

"We will see each other again someday. I know it."

"Thank you, Lord Sheogorath."

"No, thank you, Lord Indoril Nerevar. Make your people proud and protect them."

Nerevar felt how the hug of Sheogorath was fading and once he looked back up, they were gone. He felt a sense of urgency and made his way back. Standing in front of a door nervously, before knocking on it. He held his breath as the door opened.

"Nerevar? So early in the morning?"

In the doorway was a chimer with beautiful long, black hair, holding his red robe closed.

"Voryn..."

Nerevar couldn't get the words of the Madgod out of his head and he leaned up to kiss his High Chancellor which he could not resist.

Voryn gently held onto Nerevar, looking around, before pulling him into his room.

Vehk was tightly asleep, but they thrashed around in his sleep as they felt like zir ears were being penetrated by caterpillars.

"Vehk... I know what you will do. Do not deny it."

Ze shook awake only to find nothing in their room. That was when they yawned and immediately got back to sleeping.