#New Founders

[elogval]

Happy Chinese New Year! 🐉🎆💙

[fountainpenguin]

Daddy's boy...

Bonus:

[pumkin-patchwork]

wen ning doodle during my sixth rewatch of mdzs with my roommate(s)

[kankuroplease]

Multisaku Saku/OC silliness pt 3

Yeah, that Madara

[puppetmaster13u]

You know what I need? I need a scene, either alone or in a group, of like, a hero or someone talkin to someone. For example Superman and Batman talkin, everything normal right?

And then I need it to switch to the pov of an outsider and they just have the thickest accents in the world. Somehow speaking the same language and understanding each other while the civilian is just ????

[glsneeg-enthusiast]

all the bens so far

[neishroom]

first harvest fest after rocky and harvey passed away... + family updates

chrono | previous | next

shoutout to my pookies for sending me their sims!

shani by @simsadilla + lalita by @planetpxls

[aceforwhatevenisthis]

everyone hating on dev is sooooo wrong actually that’s my son, it’s not my fault he got the worst father in the world

[yearningaces]

A little short story, just to get me back to writing.

Just a bit about being the only human at a monster club, and the founder being very fond of his human.

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When the expensive table crashes to the ground in front of you, you simply hold your glass of some warm spiced drink that you'd been given. Seated back in the plush booth you usually claim, all but designated as your spot by now with little accommodations for you specifically.

The vampyr in front of you, all suit and ruffled feathers lays in the broken wreck of the wood and rich maroon table cloth. Swathed in the fabric and splinters as he barres his fangs at your seated for. You appear unperturbed while a very familiar Minotaur holds him down by his collar before hiking the hissing, snarling vampyr up and simply carrying him out like some scolded kitten.

"Thanks, Baron." You wave in friendly manner to the red furred Minotaur who offers a polite nod. It's not the first time the guard here has had to drag some half-wit away from you, after all.

Being the only human in a place such as this tends to have that effect. 'The Red Door', as the Leisure Club had been called. A staple-piece of the supernatural realm. No matter how far the club moved, or relocated, a new country every sixty years or so, people followed. Monsters of all sort, and you, the only residential human.

The name sent both admiration, and fear into the hearts of any who knew of it. And for a very few you had spoken with, amusement. As if some inside joke from long before now. Knowing the founder himself, you could believe that.

Grigoriy was a particularly light toned individual around you, however even he had his moments of a joke that goes a little too far, a laugh that carries a little too long at some unmentioned tragedy.

Speaking of, "Baron." The room freezes, attendees and workers all coming to a halt. Grigoriy was there, standing in the entryway to the dining lounge. Brown, shoulder-length hair, and dark toned, wine red eyes gazing watchfully over the scene taking place in his domain built by his own hand.

Grigoriy stands as a true sentinel among supernatural kind. Something near ancient, and something damn well to be feared. There's something odd about him, perhaps it's his sharp gaze, or perhaps it's simply his reputation.

And yet…

"Grisha," You greet, the familiar name used rolling from your tongue with ease. The significance not lost on any who hear it. And he approaches, bulky form dressed in fine dark clothes, gold thread detailing here and there. His large hand rests on your shoulder as he moves to stand beside where you sit. Eyes sharp and peering at the Vampyr who'd gone silent in Baron's grasp.

The Minotaur in question nods his head respectfully towards Grigoriy, holding the lifted up Vampyr toward the clubs founder and owner. "Went to take a bite outta your guest, sir." Baron states simply, the Minotaur never known for speaking more than necessarily.

You simply settle back in your seat, taking the new cup of hot cider offered by a familiar faced kenku server, removing the leftover cold drink. What a show that's begun on such a dark night as this.

"Who has allowed such naivety to exist here?" Gregoriy's question is controlled in tone, but there is a barely contained malice, as well as thinly laced amusement only you and very few others who have known him long enough can catch. And that spells bad news for the Vampyr who has become the newest mouse for the cat to toy with. "We will bring him to the lower level and explain why he is not allowed to do what he has attempted, yes?"

Grigoriy looks to Baron who nods, and begins to walk to the employee stairway, dragging a suddenly panicked looking Vampyr who scrambles to escape with no success, silenced only when Baron clamps a second hand over the Vampyr's entire face to keep him quiet.

As you look up to your companion, you offer a teasing grin. "You're going soft." You point out with amusement clear in your tone. "No promises of flaying, or lashings, only 'explaining'."

"Lies." Grigoriy watches the stairwell closely even after Baron and the offending Vampyr are out of sight. His gaze far more intense than his tone, perhaps selectively.

After a moment his grasp moves from your shoulder to take your own hand, lifting it as he looks to you once more, lowering to press a soft kiss to the back of your hand. "You slander my name." His words, while accusing are only spoken in jest, mirth clear in his eyes as he watches you.

"I slander only so you don't get too big an ego." Your counter leaves you with a brief brush of fangs against the skin of your hand before Grigoriy pulls back slightly, still watching you with fond amusement.

"Too late, for many more than only I." His gaze sharpens into something wicked as he turns to the crowd of frozen patrons and silent workers already cleaning and clearing the mess left behind. The dark lounge with its dull red and black tones has never seemed so sharp as when Grigoriy makes his presence known. Something far greater than he appears, nearly suffocating the room aside from you, you who feels completely at peace in the presence of such a companion. A brave little human you are.

After another moment of seemingly soaking in the silent paranoia he's caused, Grigoriy speaks. "You stare with purpose as if I am entertainment."

A blunt, near accusatory statement that has the gathering scrambling to return to whatever they were doing, some trying to appear normal in activity and conversation, most failing.

With a hum, Grigoriy looks to you once more, squeezing your hand as he helps you stand. "Come, we will see to you now. Such events must be… ill received. I will ensure the aggravator is aware of his misdeeds."

As you stand, you allow yourself to be led to the nearby elevator. The best part about being close to Grigoriy is the pampering. Especially after anything happens that he might consider 'ill received misdeeds' as he so often phrases it. "Mmmh, you know what would really help right now, Grisha?"

"What would help you, my friend?" It's almost like a preset conversation how often you both repeat the same lines, almost as if partial to the scripted words. "You only need speak it." He adds, the glint in his eyes seeming to lighten every time he hears the nickname from you, and only ever from you.

Your hand feels cold once he releases you, holding an arm out for you to enter the elevator as he follows suit. Only when you're looking at the elevator buttons do you consider the different destinations in the leisure club you could take advantage of. After some debate you press a button, '12'. "I would feel so much better after a really nice meal, and a nap somewhere very plush. With a nice view, maybe?"

Grigoriy chuckles lowly, nodding as the doors close and the elevator rises to the upper levels, a place very few are allowed, or can simply afford to go. "Of course. Only the best for my human, no? What say… Pumpkin velouté soup, with apple and curry? And of course a mini-loaf of a good sourdough to pair."

"Sounds new?" Your question doesn't go unanswered as Grigoriy is quick to respond

"Mmh, a new chef. New ideas in her head to craft. Better than the one before."

"Ah, might as well try then, right? And-"

Your companion nods before you finish. "-And after we dine, you will retire to your usual room when you stay. The master suite. Stay as long as you'd like, my friend. As always."

Your head tilts to the side, a slight grin growing on your face. Your dear friend, a constant supporter of anything you decide you want or do. You practically live here already, and he never seems opposed, most times encouraging you to extend your stay. "Thank you, Grisha." Your tone is appreciative, fond.

That tone is why he does this. You're not here for the rewards of his earnings. You're his friend. His human, and one of the very few Grigoriy truly appreciates as company. His hand rests on his chest as he bows his head. "Of course, solnyshko. I am always happy to have your company for a little bit longer."

[elogval]

Happy Lunar New Year! 🐍💫🏮

[fountainpenguin]

Why is Dale so mean to his son for no reason

[bb-enablefreebuild]

GET PRANKED, VIKTOR ARCANE

[kazbrown]

I've been thinking about an watching/reaction fic idea for FOP.

Weird, I know, but listen.

Timmy, Tootie, the twins, Cosmo, Wanda, Peri, Hazel and Dev watch some of Timmy's best moments/episodes, cuz I feel like people sleep on Timmy's accomplishments over the years.

I can see a couple things happening in this kinda fic:

Tootie would be matured but still fangirl over her husband's heroics with Peri being almost just as bad.

Tammy and Tommy would see how cool their dad is

Cosmo and Wanda being the sappy, embarrassing, proud parents over their son.

Hazel would be awed at her godbrothers(?) feats.

Dev would be at first be jealous of Timmy and be insecure about himself, but will eventually see Timmy be a better father than Dale.

Episodes they should watch:

Abracatastrophe

Channel Chasers

Fairly Odd Baby ( to embarrassed Peri lol )

For Emergencies only

Wishology

Any Tootie foucued episodes

Jimmy Timmy Power Hours

Nicktoons Unite ( not necessary but fun idea )

EDIT: I totally forgot about one episode they HAVE to see: It's a Wishful Life! It would get EVERYONE foaming at the mouth and angry at Jorgen. I've imagined Timmy never told Cosmo and Wanda about that wish, since they seem to not remember.

Anyway, what do you guys think? Just a fun and unique idea I thought of while getting in back into Fairly Oddparents, I know I can't be trusted to write something this good ( I've still yet to update my Hazbin Hotel fic since May 😭 ), so I hope someone would see this and write it.

Please, I'm VERY DESPERATE for this kind of reaction fic!

[agawinsims]

holds them gently

[dragonstailbutch]

Hey sorry i am trying to like. find examples of what you mean when you talk about mra stuff and (trans)misogyny in forcemasc content and tumblr search has betrayed me once again, can you explain?

(sorry I normally wouldn't ask but I wanna make sure I'm not perpetuating anything!! Also fucking tumblr search!!! it is ridiculous!)

so ive been sitting on this ask for months since ive got it. i want to do it justice and try to take it at face value that its being honest in asking.

The thing is, theres this trend and a weird amount of effort to be like force femme, to be forceful and like its something to fearful of and give in to. But we cant do that, cause all that does is reinforce the idea that being a man is a toxic thing. I saw this post the other day where a transman talked about like, the whole "raised as a weapon" thing, the violence and horror of being a man and raised that way versus how they felt growng into it as a transman. How they wanted to reclaim that phrase or something? i could be misremembering.

But that was never the intent of forcemasc. It wasnt actually about being a dude, literally *forcing* someone who was unwilling into masculinity, none of the posts that i made that started the community (and yes i, a transfem butch woman, started and made this community and some of yall need to get over yourselves) were ever about that, it was intended to be a soft mimic or even a call to forcefemme.

i was all about making it soft and tender for a reason, cause if i didnt i was only reinforcing the toxic masculinity narrative, "men fighting in the mud" "men are dominant and cool" " to be a man is to be forced into masculinity and to be disgusted with the feminine" or whatever. When masculinity isnt about just men, and being butch isnt just being masculine. masculinity should also be sensitivity, not domination. i wanted it to be better, show a better side of what masculinity could be, what being butch is.

Ive spoken before a bit too, about the tags people used and added to forcemasc, and really maybe i was wrong in ever naming it forcemasc. people used and still use tags like autoandrophilia, autoandrophile, androphile, autogynephilia, androphilia, and autogynephile. Ive seen so many people with urls and tags and posts calling themselves transandrobros, literally calling themselves MRAs, as if that was something to be proud of, as if they dont understand that they arent fighting for their and our rights, they're fighting for cis-mens rights by using those names and terms, not transmascs/transmens rights. I can understand ignorance, but weve talked about how the words you use have history, especially those like the tags i mentioned and androphilia and androphobia and others, all of them have roots in deeeeeeeply misogynistic and transphobic people and history.

Literally all of these are awful and are phrases that arent and wont be reclaimed because theyre history is one of pain and hurting trans people, one of coercive 'help', literal forced detransitioning and reinforcement of MRA and terf narrative that men are both good and the worst creature alive and that to be a woman is to be disgusting and the purest thing all at once. That to be a transwoman is sick and we shouldnt be trusted.

Im trying to be very kind, not scream and rage, not because i dont desperately want to, but because if i do, as a butch transwoman, ESPECIALLY cause i claim being butch, people wont listen to me no matter how much of what i say is meaningful. one of the reasons why im doing this NO, instead of in anothr day or two, is that im coming to terms with the fact that the situation will just get qorse, not better without words.

Part of why im still sane is that ive gotten a couple asks here and there about how my posts and creation of the community has helped them and its so wonderful to see that, genuinely so amazing to see people recontextualize and love themselves. its wonderful and im so fucking happy about it.

i personally made this space so i could love myself, who i am as a trans person and my body, and i knew that other people needed and wanted that for themselves too and i wanted to help, share this love with more people. That to be hairy and chubby and masculine and butch was a nice thing. But to me it feels like it was coerced into being a thing for Men. A thing no longer for me or people like me who share the butch culture and name to no longer enjoy cause people unfamiliar with kink and tran history have decided that masculinity and butchness are the exact same thing. Id say people should go be a bear, but you wont learn their culture either and thats cruel and insulting to bears.

We deserve better You deserve better. Stop falling for the lies and hate. We beg you

[psychojetcocktail]

Stupid whiteboard stuff from last night with my friend :P

LOTS more under the cut vv