#YES I HAVE DEFAULTED TO HORRENDOUS

[howtodrawyourdragon]

Ah, Fishlegs just trying to make Hiccup feel better by blaming his swordfighting on the sword. My babies.

"You could be right," he said eagerly. "It felt a bit light in my hands. Perhaps I need something a bit chunkier, you know, to get some weight behind me swing." He did a few imaginary lunges in the air.

Oh Sweetie, I don't think that's how it works, but I LOVE your energy! (Seriously, I feel like Cressida breathed more life into Hiccup's animation in this one, if that makes sense.)

But man, I can see the appeal of a half-brother AU between Hiccup and Horrendous more and more. A boy is having trouble swordfighting and he wants a new and better blade? Why not ask his blacksmithing older brother?? I love it! I can just see him asking and nagging, using whatever tricks that fiendishly clever brain can think of until his older brother has no other choice but to give in.

[1000dactyls]

i was a so called warm-up sketch enthusiast up until when the sketch suddenly had strong words for me (about hiccup in a fisherman’s sweater)

[jamieedlund]

What's ur favorite hc for Aaravos?

This is a surprisingly hard question to unpack for a lot of reasons- but I'll do my best to articulate myself (ง •_•)ง

I think this spoke for itself but just in case, here is a short elaboration: if I had to pick a favorite, it would have to be this.

He is someone who - despite all of the odds, despite how the world treated to him, despite being ridiculed, subjected to the worst torture known to man(yes solitary confinement is considered one of the most inhumane methods of torture) for over 300 years and had his name dragged through the mud for literal centuries-

-could still smile so brightly and sincerely like that, affirming that he does, with all of his heart, still very much love this world. However twisted that love might be, however difficult it was for him to learn how to use and express that love in a healthy way, it still speaks volume about who he is as a person.

Now if you have the time, allow me to explain bellow. If not, stop here, the question is basically answered 🙏💗 Thank you for reading!

Hello, if you're reading this that means you are willing to listen/read more about my thoughts and therefore I expect you to have a leveled head and a polite attitude to what I'm about to say.

If not then why are you here there was LITERALLY A STOP BUTTON. Please click off this post, what are you doing with your life wasting it hate watching me? 

With that being said, hello! fellow polite person who is reading this - - - Spoiler there is no illust down here because I'm running low on time on my thesis I'm so sorry ;;A;; Here is the elaboration to why this is my default favorite headcanon!

While I am aware of the amount of WILDLY different headcanons that exist out there for him, which are very popular within the fandom and even taken as gospel, I strongly feel that mine isn't really aligned with some, if not most of the hc out there at all.

Personally, I don't even agree with the canon version of in him ss4.

I'm assuming that you are asking me about my- personal favorite headcanon for him so for now, my answer will be: Ignoring the terrible characterization of him in season 4, my absolute favorite thing about him has to be: Despite everything, despite what everyone says about him, despite how the world perceives him

He is

without a doubt

Someone who loves this world very much.

Again this all ties in with what I'm going to present in my thesis, so I can't elaborate on it too much without giving any spoilers to the case I'm going to present for him. But for now, and especially right now at the time of writing this, they just released another vaguely worded and filled to the brim with plot holes short story regarding his past ... I-- hm I sincerely have no intention to keep up with the series... Therefore my hc will definitely contradict vastly with the horrendous plot holes ridden pre-established canon

-which then made the act of answering to this question exceedingly difficult due to the way I personally perceive him.

To wrap it up, all I want to say is, we could have had it all, a character who would make us cry, laugh and want to root for, had they written him with love and care, rather than trying to stuff him into the shoes a villain, which just felt forced and unnatural. Villains who are terrible only to be stopped have been overdone, and for tdp to be another generic show is a huge waste of potential

Wouldn't most of us have killed for, finally, an antagonist who isn't actually the antagonist but rather the very system that these people are experiencing is the actual villain ? ? ?

Best of all, they could have contrasted this with Callum, our protagonist. In Callum's case, despite being portrayed as one of "the good guys" or "heroes", he has all the reason to hate the world. This in turn create a complex narrative about the nature of people - Or in this case, the hero acting morally righteous despite hating the world vs the guy who was deemed evil and terrible by the world and yet still loves it with all of his heart. It could have been a heart-warming story about how two individuals find their way in this messed up world-- but nope~ non of this is canon :DDD

When in the history of television has any shows have a twist with the "hero" and "villain" ditching their role immediately to become a neutral party to reflect all the flaws in the world they live in? ? ? TDP had the perfect setup, but then proceeded to drop all of the balls spectacularly in ss4...

I always try my best to not touch ss4 but it feels almost impossible to talk about Aaravos w/out addressing the disservice that it did to his character. And that is all, I have to say for now~

Sincerely, thank you for reading.

[mandatory-blog-stop-asking]

"X People Can't Shoot Laser Beams!"

Hey so I've been seeing a lot of people, now that X-Men Is Hot Again, coming to the conclusion that "X-Men doesn't work as a metaphor for marginalized communities because gay people can't shoot laser beams, so it doesn't hit for me". Do not get me wrong -- people have been coming to that conclusion since 1963. It's nothing new. And, it's great that you're engaging with it! Stories are meant to bring about thoughts and be controversial. But I need you to understand that's already text.

That's not something the stories pretend isn't the case, or something that authors are afraid people will bring up to nullify their experiences with the work -- trust me, the X-Men know, in-universe, that they're not just a harmless ethnic minority.

If you are stuck with "Gay people don't shoot laser beams", please, I am just asking you to keep going one single step and then go "But even if they did, we probably shouldn't genocide them."

Like, this is the crucial thing that I see people who stop conversations about X-Men with "It's a bad metaphor" never engage with. Yes, Cyclops should be held accountable for his powers in a public setting, no one is pretending he shouldn't-- but that's not the point. That's not who suffers the most.

The point is that just because that's the case, mutant children shouldn't die in their homes. Mutant pregnant women shouldn't be told hospitals don't do mutant pregnancies by default. Mutant children shouldn't be barred from schools. Mutant elderly shouldn't be denied access to healthcare.

Just because you're afraid of some people, it doesn't mean people from their group are not people. You do not get to umbrella an entire group connected by genetics and say they all deserve to die just because you're afraid of a few of them.

Of fucking course you should be afraid of Magneto, Professor X, the Phoenix and Quentin Quire. You should also be afraid of anyone who holds nukes, anyone with that much inherited wealth and social standing on birth alone, anyone who doesn't have control of themselves all the time and has hurt others during episodes, and any incels with access to weapons. That doesn't actually have anything to do with them being mutants; that has everything to do with their lives and what they do with their time. Them being mutants just informs the ways they can hurt you, but everyone can hurt you.

A child like Leech didn't deserve to get exploded by a machine just because people are afraid of Wolverine's claws. Stopping the thought at "well Black people can't kill you with a thought" robs the story of the actual point. My man, even if Black people could kill you with a thought, a government-sponsored apartheid state that invades other countries to kill and capture people would still be horrendous.

I am begging you to read these stories not as just a superficial insert-your-favorite-group here allegory, but also as an exploration of how easy it is to get people to agree with villains. How easy it is to manipulate populations, or to sell you on things you would never really agree with in other situations, even highly politicized people who see stories as extensions of their beliefs.

To imply the story doesn't engage with that is to give up without getting to the point.

The messy conversations about power, about community, about responsibility, about leaders who fail and problems with movements that have some points but fail in several ways is valid, and it is there for you to engage with. There's no X-Men story that would genuinely stare you in the eye and tell you "Magneto is not scary."

Of course he's scary. But he's not attacking you because he's a mutant. He's attacking you because he's being persecuted. You shouldn't persecute people on the off-chance one of them will do something to you just because they're born different.

But, yes, Jews can't shoot laser beams. At least not usually. That's true, and thus, X-Men is not 100% about oppressed groups in real life.

It's also a very boring take, dude, like, come on. The thought is incomplete. Please complete it.

[thatonecherrypie]

Here, take these miscellaneous headcanons I have for if the seven main pets were human that I thought of at like 2am.

I hope you enjoy.

-Pepper's a smoker, and she does it more often when she's stressed out, causing the icky smell when she's nervous. She tries not to when Vinnie's around, because he has asthma. 

-As stated in the hc before, Vinnie has asthma. He has a bad habit of forgetting to use his inhaler(s), which has led to plenty of asthma attacks, usually caused by overexerting himself while dancing. Russell always carries an extra, emergency inhaler for him, and he keeps a "make sure Vinnie uses his inhaler" checkbox on his checklist.(and yes, he does call him every morning to remind him.) 

-Sunil likes to wear dresses, skirts, makeup, etc. He simply likes to feel pretty sometimes, and he's comfortable enough in his masculinity to do so without shame. Zoe absolutely loves to give him tips on outfits and makeup, and they've become super close because of it. 

-Russell has a super long playlist consisting of only folk music. He plays it when he does deep cleaning in his house. 

-Out of all the movies they've watched together, Vinnie and Sunil's favorite is 'Killer Klowns From Outer Space'. They can oftentimes be heard quoting the movie. ("ANOTHER DOOR!?") Vinnie's favorite Klown is Shorty, and Sunil's favorite is Rudy. They watch it every Halloween as tradition. 

-Minka is an absolute indestructible force in laser tag. Not even Russell's strategic plans are enough to defeat her. If they're playing in teams, everyone tries to convince her to be on their side, but if they're playing solo? Every single person is teaming up against her(they rarely succeed) 

-Vinnie has a few piercings; he has a labret, tongue, both nostrils, and multiple ear piercings (double helix and a conch on his left ear and an industrial on the right). His jewelry is mostly green, black and silver. Penny has a septum piercing, and she wears a lot of super cute jewelry on it, mostly clickers. Zoe has a navel piercing. Her favorite jewelry is silver with a baby blue gemstone in it. (This is definitely projection bc I have a lil bit of a piercing addiction bUT-) 

-Pepper has a playlist full of the most horrendous songs known to man. Half of them aren't even songs, they're just voice clips of some guy screaming with faint music in the background. After many times torturing the others with this, she's lost access to the AUX cord. 

-Yes, Penny does listen to upbeat, cute pop music a lot. But she's also a huge fan of hard rock and other similar genres. She's also capable of screaming, which shocked everyone during karaoke night, because she usually defaults to softer music out of fear of judgment. 

-Adding onto the hc above, I firmly believe that Minka, Vinnie and Sunil would also listen to similar ish music.(once I figure out specifics I'll elaborate further)

-Every year, they go to the local fair. Russell and Sunil spend a lot of time looking at the clothes and crafts at booths, Pepper spends too much money on fair games, Penny gets emotionally attached to every farm animal she sees, Zoe's probably flirting back and forth with some guy at one of the food stands, and both Minka and Vinnie have whiplash from being tossed around violently on some ride that should've been shut down for safety violations. It's absolutely chaotic, and they always have the best time.(I might eventually do a full headcanon post for this one, or even write a short fanfic. Depends on inspiration i guess) 

Zoe will video chat people in the middle of the night just to gossip or something, but no one's ever doing anything normal when they pick up. She's witnessed so much concerning and potentially illegal stuff while on these calls, but she's genuinely so unfazed at this point that it doesn't register as concerning anymore. Vinnie just burned his eyebrows off because he tried to bleach them? That's normal. Minka just stole a street sign for some abstract art project? Completely fine.

I hope these are enjoyable. I may or may not add onto this later 😭

[blazefirefox]

i finally caved and made an Ena OC-

Well, here's my lil' diva ThEna! (pronounced like 'Athena' but w/ out the a)

The reason I made that poll for color schemes was because I couldn't decided if I wanted ThEna to be pink/indigo or pink/seafoam, but I think the second option works better. She's seen in the Dream BBQ setting, and knows that version of Ena very well (they're buddies, gal pals if you will).

Time to go a little more in depth about her sides:

ThEna's greenish side is her "left brain-esque" photographer persona, or her day job as she puts it. They have a more outwardly aloof and doesn't give a crap attitude, and can be a bit hard to talk to (especially bc they has a bit of an ego). All of this said, she does take her job as a journalist very seriously and is determined to find "the truth", whatever that means. Her "black & white" form (for lack of a better word) for this side is triggered when she gets stressed about not knowing everything about something, and in this form, she gets super analytical, and can stay in this state for days trying to find a solution to her problem, often neglecting her health and surroundings. they literally just turn into this:

ThEna's voice headcannon for this side is Michael Kovach.

On the other hand, ThEna's pink side is her "right brain" vocalist side, and although she loves photography, singing is definitely her more preferred hobby. Her night job, as she loving puts it, is singing at a large scale karaoke bar, and yes, she is very sleep deprived. They're very well-liked in their workplace, the bar itself being one of the only places where being an Ena isn't an immediate social death sentence. Their ego from their photographer persona can be seen in this side as Vocalist ThEna can be an absolute diva. This side is more likely to get blackout drunk, mostly because of her love of gin, which her friends are only slightly worried about. Her black and white form is triggered when she gets very passionate, or when she has a sudden outburst of any emotion (it actually mostly triggers when she sings a really high note), and will become extremely hyperfocused on what she was talking about/doing (also her diva-ness will rise by 75%). Her voice headcannon for this side is Eva Noblezada.

Some extra notes:

the strap on Photographer's design is supposed to be a camera strap, i was just to lazy to draw the camera

Meanwhile Vocalist has one of those microphone headpieces that i just realized now is stupid bc i already have her holding a microphone but i think it looks nice so whatever

I already mentioned it a few times, but her sides are based more on right brain and left brain rather than emotions (ignore that they're on the the wrong sides)

Her geometric hand is more of a mix of classic Ena & Dream BBQ Ena's hand, while it is 'clawed', they're more dull

The stripes on her right arm and left leg glow in the dark

ThEna has 4 co-singers/friends (which i'll design eventually) that she hangs out with the most, and they're also some of the only ones who can handle being around her photographer persona

Since they have a day job that is often mentally exhausting and an all-night job that can be physically draining, their sleep schedule is absolutely horrendous

Of course she does have some self-confidence issues, which she tries to hide with her outward ego and diva persona, but she can't help but slip up sometimes

the weirdest think about them is that their 2 sides actually get along; they don't normally have a default side, but ThEna is more commonly seen as their photographer side during the day and a vocalist at night

They met Dream BBQ Ena when they were taking some photos of some of the wildlife(?) and was so hyperfocused that they didn't notice Ena coming up to them to try and talk and they were freaked tf out. After some banter, they became 'acquainted', but got closer as time went on

ThEna sometimes invites Ena to the karaoke bar, just to hang out. Ena actually likes these visits bc the bar is pretty Ena-friendly and is one of the places where she isn't judged for literally existing

here's another silly drawing i did of ThEna

The dialogue for Photographer is picked from Jax from The Amazing Digital Circus and the dialogue for Vocalist is from one of Eva's vlogs (i think)

Before I go, I just wanted to say that one of the big inspirations for me actually making her is @bashzzey's amazing Ena OCs and art, and I just wanted to shout her out, so if y'all haven't seen her art, uh go check it out :]

ok bye now-

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Come Away With Me

Summary: N/A [I want you to read this and figure it out yourself @amorfista ♥] Edit: I was gonna put something here, but nah. You got this babe!

Pairing: Me and my husband, Plo. You and yo husband, Savage.

Word Count: 2.3k

Rating: Not telling. KTNXBAI. Edit: Angst / Fluff

Notes: I couldn’t write for Savage because I know very little of him apart from what I got from you. But I trust how you draw him, trust how you speak of him, trust even the insecurities that make you crumble about him; I trust you. Trust. ~ Many thanks to @botherbother-blog because I also needed quick consult over Savage ♥ Appreciate it, my friend! ♥

Color thingies because I'm deranged to not use them: Orange: Plo Koon Pink: Me - because babe, I have no self-control and I wanna be part of this because I made it for you? ilsym ♥ Red: Also me because still, no self-control omfg? Blue: You ♥ Green: Thoughts, You ♥ Yellow: Savage Opress Purple: Song ♥

Perfect divider by @idontgetanysleep with itty, bitty, cutie-patootie Plo Koon face ♥

Thank you for being unapologetically you ♥

So please play this first because I will be so angry if you didn't ♥ - I want you to be upset first because omg, babe need you to be conflicted? Because I can't carry the pain of it all? Because I'm just genuinely unhinged as a default? - Okay, done? Good. Now, pull up the second song, set it on loop and then die with meeeeeeeeeeeee ♥ Please play this in loop ♥

“Have we a deal, sunshine?”

It would have been a full-on collision if the 212th was among the 501st and 104th raining heavily from all possible entryways of the cavernous haven that held the crowned princes captive — entourage had been wiped clean by the Republic’s finest. The unsung hunter with an idle rifle lax on her side had sashayed her way past scouts and troops that now chatter in doubt whether they have procured tampered intel from a now deemed incredulous source, or they have been bested by elusion. 

“Come on big boy, Mommy doesn’t have all day. Well — she does but, you know what I mean.”

The timing couldn’t even be more perfect as distant howling from wolves stalked and seeped through cracks in between boulders piled over. The choice was simple; escape with a ‘yes’ or die with a ‘no’ — never anything in between.

He didn’t have to say anything after a very audible scoff — now whether that was directed at the huntress, the situation at bay, or the fact that a very disgruntled Maul paced impatiently and seethed so horrendously that it was, as the huntress would often say ‘sus-vibes’.

“Count to three, always three — never more, never less, yes?” 

Pleased beyond compare, she tossed two small chip-like devices with singular buttons that beeped in unison; one in vibrant tangerine and the other of coy periwinkle. As they vanish in comparison to the striped palms that cradled them like fragile glass, the huntress takes a step forward and gently taps his cheek thrice; always three — never more, never less.

“Tangie (tangerine) go boom, Peri (periwinkle) go zoom.”

And just as she said and slithered through a makeshift tunnel and up onto the sandy grains, she clicked her ankles twice and activated the thrusters — watching the sparks ignite that needed one more tap to get it going; always three — never more, never less.

***

“You’ve surely outdone yourself, P. I have to say, I���m digging the vibe.�� “High praise, high praise.” “Hey! That’s not very Kel Dor of you. You’re supposed to say something regal and … proper.” “...”

“...” “Well, go on. Don’t keep me hanging, babylove.” “Very well.” Plo clears his throat and procures a very dignified baritone response. “Exalted preeminence…?” “Babe, you know that was shit, right?” “Language, my sweet. But yes, that was indeed…” Plo merely sighed, nodded and backed away. “Now come along, my darling.”

***

Come away with me in the night

And so he finds you again, laying in the designated cot under the comfort of your own insecurities.

“Hey. You stop that now or I will come get you myself and break every horn on his head.” 

You laughed, at least you thought you did — willed yourself to believe in the lie that you’ve woven with such grace that it would put kings and queens to shame; the same lie you’ve meticulously etched upon every touch, every breath, every thought, every word that would always fall upon deaf ears. Not because they refused to listen, but because you knew that even the faintest of whispers would be too loud.

— too. damn. loud.

So you deny yourself in fear of becoming more than the encumbered weight upon shoulders that have already sagged from the avoirdupois of the galaxy itself; repulsed by the conundrum of hate and love in the same sentence that you’ve starved yourself of and from his anger, that you have surrendered yourself to the role of dirt — a maid droid with some, at best, questionable information that would endure Maul’s relentlessness that Savage would always make sure he would never cross a line. 

“I mean it, babe. I will break all his kriffin’ horns and grind —”

You can’t help but wonder if gratitude is enough; you accept it under the premise that they stay with you — or that they allow you to stay with them. To be given that privilege, to bask in their greatness; to worship him and all encompassing him — to surrender in hopes of a morsel of trust, if not affection.

“I’m fine — I promise! Please, just… Go faff over Plo or something.”

You laughed, at least you thought you did — willed yourself to believe that this was your resplendent point of no return; that this was the grandiose moment in which you would liberate yourself from the shackles you’ve adorned like fine jewelry to match the king himself. 

That maybe if you had been as beautiful as he is; had painted your nails at a point, had bruised your lips with the finest rouge, or have held your hair in a seductive knot that bore not only your skin but the desolation of your soul  with each passing moment that you’ve shed tears that would just… not… stop.  

That maybe if you had presented yourself or have written a masterpiece with an allure so potent, trust would have fallen so callously  upon sweet hands for the taking. That maybe if you had a better hold on emotions that spilled with such rawness, you would not have wept so much and had offered joy — not this. 

This…. This painful existence has made you doubt every reason to linger. That beyond how much you might love him, there is no longer any cause to continue this charade — this unnerving circus of a concept that for him to be angry, for him to bestow upon you this carnal need of fury, he would first have to care about you. 

That maybe… 

“We leave in half an hour. Prepare yourself.”

And you indeed do as you’re told;  prepare yourself devoid of candor that you’ve stayed true to your purpose — a maid droid with some, at best, questionable information that would endure Maul’s relentlessness that Savage would always make sure he would never cross a line. But at this moment, it was only Savage. 

Savage who needed something, anything; a massage, a clean up, food, a pilot — something, anything, everything but you.

***

“Borrowed.” Heavy like fluids that taint your cheeks with salt, his voice rumbles, but soft? — soft like velvet ribbons that knot quaintly around your neck as you board a smaller ship. You nodded, tugged by the galvanic tune of his voice that drew your feet onto the ramp and your hand — heavens, your hand, your beautiful, blessed hand that had touched me with such divinity that it revealed the sacrilegious tenderness of your heart. Your beautiful, delicate, exquisite heart that I would die for — that honors each passing second to be called a friend. [ I love you ♥ I’m such a sap! ]

Maker, break me — smite me from where I stand for there is no place in the vastness of the galaxy do they belong other than upon his.

Come away with me in the nightCome away with me

“Careful.”

With her heart? Like come on, Savage.  You gotta put in the work, babe!

He’s held your hand once before, right? When fingers brushed as you served him sustenance while Maul hissed on the side like a proper untrusting ball of fiery rage, glaring daggers at Savage who held onto his saber. You’ve brushed upon stern shoulders and arms when the wound needed cleaning and or the mechanical contraption failed to accommodate an angle — just as you have, but once, placed upon the sweetest kiss of your fingertips along the broken crown that did very little to diminish the sovereign he has on you while you applied whatever it was that made him groan, grunt, and sigh some few nights ago. 

When he had taken you by the wrists because you’ve flown far too close to the sun — now whether it was the liquid gold of his entirety or the kindled orbs of his soul, it had been all but a blur.

And I will write you a songCome away with me on a bus

“Are…. Are you comfortable?” And once more, that velveteen ribbon had knotted even tighter, forcing you to swallow what little life you had left, what little dignity you thought should have been robbed of you. And so you do as you always do, starve. 

Come away where they can't tempt us with their lies

“Yes, my lord.” Fallen from grace, hazel meets the silver flooring of the ship — hands seek straps to bury yourself in the comfort of the chair, distancing yourself from tempestuous Gods of Celestia who a friend had devoted her nights to pray for you, of you, to you, with you, always and a day as she says.

[ Yes, it be me, bestie ♥ I pray you for and happy things ♥ ]

And I want to walk with you On a cloudy day

“Auroras.” The journey was silent, never loud with Savage — never, only with Maul. And indeed, Auroras — a burst of lights mangled by a plethora of colors that had painted the sky of fine blues and purples, of greens and pinks, tangies (tangerine) and peries (periwinkle), but never a shade finer than the sun that glimmered on the very face that had consumed you — mind, body, heart, and soul; never a finer shade indeed.

In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high

And now there were emeralds before your feet; fine, lush virescent fields of a vacant park that overlooked a river of sorts and mud. And beyond, by where lonely rivers flow to sea, to the open arms of the sea, is a table with a pair of chairs.

Your friend had always told you that the Gods of Celestia are always unkind to those who are — unkind to the kind. It had always baffled you how truly kriffed up Celestian Law is, but you weren’t one so it didn’t matter.

You were happy to have a friend — no matter how much of an unhinged bitch she is and how much she thirsted for a certain Kel Dor Master Jedi to an unhealthy degree.

But you adore her, adore her with all your heart as you’ve told her aplenty — and in turn, she adores you more than you could ever best her.

She adores you enough to lie and claim she’d draw you but ends up writing a sappy fic because she has absolutely no self-control and cannot draw for shit and her self-insert game be too damn strong even for herself.

And so we carry on.

So won't you try to come

Unforgiving were the short gusts of wind that blew locks of hazel over your face that had seemingly pulled you into arms lean and muscular, yet gentle. The same pull that drew the sun back into your smaller frame and a marked fingers sprawled to caress your face with such a dignified stroke, it had called upon the stray locks to twine in between and be lulled to the back of your head. 

His gaze lingered — so did yours.

And whatever it was, be it the Force that trembled the sovereign before you or the Gods of Celestia drawn to this magnificent spectacle that happens to be observed by a distant figure of a Kel Dor frame with his talons mindful over the muffled screams of the aforementioned, unhinged Celestian woman, who flailed her arms high enough for you to smile. 

Come away with me and we'll kiss On a mountaintop

And again, before the crude interruption of the intruders, whatever it was, be it the Force that trembled the sovereign before you or the Gods of Celestia drawn to this magnificent spectacle, it happened.

Just. Like. That.

Come away with me And I'll never stop loving you

Lips so silken and laced with release that you felt your body quiver as it bestowed upon you the highest form of opulent gratification— as if his lips were either Midas’ touch of gold from lore of childhood or one of all deities that hail the sun had confounded it’s fiery blaze of passion upon your supple, sweet lips.

And I want to wake up with the rain Falling on a tin roof

The scent of pine resin permeating the air, the symphonic cacophony of birds that glided over the small city of your homeworld, the pitter-patter and click of silly, little river crabs that assaulted the tablecloth so vehemently that it had drawn Savage’s gaze to the creature before turning to address to the approaching couple.

[ Sorry babe, you ain’t making out with Savage if I’m not making out with Plo. Fair trade ♥ ]

They bore plates and trays of food; an assortment of anything unfamiliar to both Kel Dor and Zabrak — only to you and this bitch who decided to walk in when the kissing was happening. 

Plo, unprompted and perhaps as evenly an emotional wreck as your friend — one could only speculate seeing his enigmatic allure is brought upon by his antiox mask; placed a rather assuring hand over Savage’s shoulder and an approving squeeze. 

“Please enjoy.” Plo Koon would say, offering a delightful nod as you and Savage took to your seats. “I will see to it that your dinner remains unperturbed.”

You could help but laugh as you watched the Master Jedi take your friend by the waist and haul her over his shoulder. You would have commented but he had bested you with an amused tone. “Forgive my primitive manner of doing so, as it is a necessity.” 

While I'm safe there in your arms

You hear your friend whine and beg for, as she calls it, ‘five minutes of tea’ — to which Plo Koon sighed with such resignation over the fact that this mode of ‘disposing’ nuisance (your overly eager friend), had brought him to a defeated and compromising position.

[ Yes, babes. We getting lucky tonight ♥ LOL ]

“A… dire… necessity.” Plo trails off, patting your friend’s rear three times. And somewhere, somehow, you find yourself in chorus with the Master Jedi. 

“Always three — never more, never less.” “Always three — never more, never less.”

As the couple departed, your smile never fading, Savage calls to you.

So all I ask is for you

Not by 'you' or 'hey'. But calls to you. Speaks your name with so much reverence and warmth you feel it in your chest — so much that your own called upon yourself and placed a hand over your heart.

To come away with me in the night

"(insertnamehere). Will you... Come away with me?"

[lyledebeast]

I want respond to @malicious-compliance-esq this way because my original post is already very long, and I've reblogged it a couple of times already to give more people a chance to see it. The original post with your added commentary is linked here.

First, I think we're talking about the closet and its impact on Martin's identity in different ways.

And it’s tricky business negotiating any of that when one hasn’t even gotten latitude to understand one’s sexuality completely in the first place—as often happens for bisexual folks and those who occupy other liminal queer experiences. Without that coming into identity, the closet remains not only constraining but also shadowy and fathomless. I see this happening with Ben Martin absolutely, which likely explains a good bit of his approach-avoidance behavior towards Tavington. He defaults to the language he speaks most fluently: physical violence, and threats thereof. It’s foreplay and cover all rolled into one.

I think it's very generous to Martin to present his violence as a cover up for his sexuality. What I'm arguing here is that his lust for violence is what is being covered up and represented as "justice" the way Roy Cohn's AIDS diagnosis gets relabeled as "liver cancer." Yes, Martin's rape-y violence is carried out exclusively against men, but is his queerness really to be prioritized here over his horrendous ways of enacting it? Also, he's enacted it with other men long before meeting Tavington, and while he certainly seems to be savoring the opportunity to kill him particularly after Thomas's murder, he also engages in extremely brutal violence against a man who is just following orders.

The other part I wanted to respond to is your reading of Charlotte Selton in contrast to Martin and Tavington.

Charlotte Selton certainly constitutes a fit match for Ben Martin in her own unique propensity for violence; a generous interpretation of her character would frame her as passively reproducing harms against Black people by not freeing her slaves. Parallels between Ben’s history at Fort Wilderness and Charlotte’s own life on her plantation before it burns invite themselves readily. What even happened to the other people impacted by the fire? Did the enslaved people living there lose what passed for housing, winding up caught by patrols and tortured? What happened to the families of all the people Ben and his men killed in that previous bloody war against local Native American communities?

For someone who claims to find such regret in past violence, Martin seems to accept the lot blithely if it means he gets to kill Tavington and not constantly have that reminder of his own unexamined sexuality following him around. He returns to a bland facsimile of the life he once knew with his late wife—which ironically spotlights how in many ways Will might have been the more upstanding choice of partners. And that’s after he killed two of Martin’s kids. Structural violence is a thing, folks.

I'm as critical of Charlotte Selton as anyone, but I think this is conflating oppressive systems with individual actions in a way that presents her in an unfairly poor light. She is guilty of not freeing the enslaved people she inherited from either her father or late husband--the film is unclear about this--and that is evil. But while structural violence is a thing and she is guilty of participating in it, however passively, murder is not a thing she is guilty of. Tavington may not own slaves personally, but not only does he force free Black men into servitude, he kills enslaved Black men. It is historically unlikely that a man of Martin's station would employee free Black men when slavery was so common in his community, but that is not a reason to doubt the truth of what the field worker who speaks to Tavington tells us. Tavington shoots two enslaved people (I think) and would possibly have shot more had Martin not arrived to lure him away.

At the same time, Martin does not just passively benefit from Native genocide; he has gotten his hands dirty in that ugly business in the most literal way. And unlike Martin with his so-called remorse, if Charlotte ever had a change of heart about slavery, the enslaved people she inherited were still alive to be set free! Or they're alive to free themselves, as many enslaved people in South Carolina did after the British arrived. If the people on Charlotte's plantation are left homeless by the fire--a situation in which the British soldiers who set it are at least as culpable as her--it is entirely possible that they did just that.

With the exception of a couple of British officers and Martin's younger children--characters who have comparably few lines and tiny amounts of screentime--everyone in this movie is kind of shitty, but there are degrees of shitty-ness. Charlotte is evil in a very banal ways as befits her banal personality, but the hero and villain are in a class by themselves as far as violence goes.

[noshitmurdock]

I don't know if I am just way behind the curve on Tumblr updates or if Firefox is shielding me from the most horrendous changes. But I didn't get pirate-clowned, I still have all the user-pics... although I got the new sidebar. Also I don't use any x-kit type of add-on. Yes, i suffer Tumblr the way staff intended. I think the only thing that makes it look better is the default night-mode from Firefox.

[wraith-of-christmas-future]

Character Stats Framework

Repost don't reblog

Name: Charles Talent Manx the III

Nickname(s): Charlie, Chuck, Father Christmas, Wraith

Age: 140 to 180 ( Default to Verse Dependent )

Birthdate : July 10th / 1873

Species: A Psychic Vampire who feeds on the essence of children through an incorporeal link between him and his knife, a 1938 Rolls - Royce Wraith.  In turn, changing them into feral monsters that will forever roam Christmasland.

Nationality: American / Born in Cripple Creek, Colorado.

Gender: Male

Preferred Pronoun(s): Being old fashioned, he is quite adamant on the He/Him

Romantic Orientation: He's actually panromantic believe it or not.

Sexual Orientation: Strict heterosexual, however.. If not due to trauma as a child.

Face Claim: Zachary Quinto ( He honestly makes an awesome Charlie. He and Ashleigh had good on screen chemistry. Adore them both.)

Parents: Father, an undisclosed drunkard / a bastard ( Deceased ). Mother , Fanny Manx / a whore. ( Deceased )

Siblings:

As far as he knew he was an only child. But in truth.. he could have various half siblings before his father died over another whore. The man fucked anything with two legs and a spread.

Family:

He went from a poor excuse of a mother, to marrying into a rich family, only to have that money dry out during the depression, hurling him into poverty once more. Which soured the family all together, drawing out the true nature of the woman he married ; she was verbally and physically abusive. Damn near demanding the impossible in an economy plummeting. The only family he dares to call his own, are his two daughters and their adopted siblings. A family that grows day by day.

Significant Other(s):

Cassandra Manx ( Deceased ?? Or a forever spook haunting trauma house ) Jolene July , Victoria McQueen ( those he considers soul mates. Who he relentlessly pursues and struggles to give up one way or another. Even when his pursuits are not reciprocated. Which yes, can make him an horrendous, deadly stalker at the heart of it. )

Children:

Biological children - Millicent and Lorrie Manx. Eventually holding a horde of adopted children who he " rescued ( stole ) " from abusive parents, that he also considers his own.

Eye Color(s): Honeydew / Russet brown , Obsidian black.  Varies on mood swings.

Hair Color(s): Dark Brown

Height: 6'3

Weight: 177 lbs

Body Build: While young, lean and lanky.  |  When old , frail and slightly hindered mobility.

Tagged by : Not a soul. I stoles it. o.o

Tagging : Whoever wishes to give it a whirl. Cause I'm honestly not sure who has already been tagged or not. ;)

[ltcolonelcarter]

1 7 21 for the writer asks :•)

I am kissing your face gently

1. Who is your favourite character to write for and is it the easiest character to write for?

sigh I think I’m going to have to say sixty, and yes, to a degree: his stock fandom personality is a breeze, for the most part, but putting him in situations wildly different from his norm makes him a lot harder to write. some nonsense in a question of time gets pretty far outside canon depictions of sixty, and it’s difficult to maintain a recognisable personality while also showing him in new situations

also Hank is my favourite too. I adore that stupid grumpy old man.

How do you wit your fics? What do you look for in your edits?

ohhh I don’t think I’m especially good at editing, but I do a few passes in a few different ways: first is boring spelling/grammar nonsense, but also a sweep for awkward phrasing, word repetition, clunky sentence construction. I focus a lot on “flow” of sentences so I tend to swap out synonyms in this stage a lot. Next sweep is for tense (I default to third person past, but more recently I’ve been trialling present) and for things like passive voice, which I’m horrendous for overusing.

I whack it through prowritingaid to do a bit more work on grammar, to spot anything I missed, and then to work on stuff like adverbs etc. usually I use it as a guide rather than a rule book, bc I love breaking writing rules.

Last sweep is a pass for general readability. It should, by this point, read roughly the way I want, so when I’m not distracted by grammar/paragraphing I can read for theme/tone/order of events etc. then when I’m sick of it I hit post✨

21. Ohhh I’m picking 17 for my free answer - upcoming WIPs. I’ll only tell you about one: it’s nines focused, he’s very 😏 frustrated. I haven’t written for him properly before and I’m thrilled about it honestly. I’m working on a bunch of other in progress stuff too, but I’ll keep the details on those quiet… for now

send me a fanfic ask

[lesless]

I think one thing that became apparent to me as I got older is that most straight guys, but especially straight guys who are genuinely good people, don’t realize that for women interest from men is often perceived as a potential threat first vs a neutral or flattering interaction.

My partner seemed surprised that I didn’t invite our neighbor to the show & I said that he has just enough of that underlying interest to make me uncomfortable so of course I wouldn’t even consider spending the day drinking & hanging out with him solo. “Sure, but he’s harmless” insisted my partner. Yes, I agreed, but it would still be enough of a mental burden that I would feel self conscious & not enjoy myself nearly as much as just going alone. He thought about it for a second & agreed that that made sense. My partner is a genuinely good person & extremely respectful of people & their boundaries. To him, peripheral interest isn’t a threat—& I get that from his perspective. His peripheral interest would never be a threat, why would anyone else’s?

But when I was 11 & puberty started to change things I got catcalled by a truck full of men while I was walking across the street to get a drink from the corner store, something I’d done a hundred times before without incident. I suddenly became very aware that I was very young, & small, & alone. A few years later someone tried to get me into their car while I was walking to the mall. A few years later a guy in my class who I caught checking me out later tried to pressure me into sex. A coworker who I thought I was friends with staked me for 4 years. & worse. Peripheral interest has largely been a threat, first.

& I get that men don’t really understand that oftentimes, especially good men. If it’s not something you’d personally do, it’s hard to imagine other people would as a default. But I’ve never met a woman who is free from these experiences, & that’s a horrendous truth we live with & adjust to & brace against.

I know a lot of men bemoan the absence of casual flirtation in their existence, but just existing often brings all these landmines & personally the idea of opening myself to more of them sounds abysmal. So no, I don’t & never really have casually flirted. & yes, dressing how I want to & looking nice is layered with & tainted by years of experiences like the ones I mentioned.

So, if you want things to change & you are a man I suggest not letting your “harmless” friends comments & looks & little inappropriate actions slide. Don’t let these things feel permissible to your peers. From experience, resistance doesn’t change minds & actions nearly as effectively as disapproval from your contemporaries. Just my 2 cents.

[benevolentgodloki]

THE REST OF THE DIRTY HEADCANONS (INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW)

Dirty A-Z headcanon game

[ILU! Let's see what my Loki thinks and if any of this changes in the future XD]

A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?) 

// When you're a master illusionist, you're absolutely going to craft illusions to enact whatever you're fantasising about at the time, which has also meant for some horrendously embarrassing teen situations when your brother won't leave you the fuck alone and barred doors mean shit all when he's determined. Obviously the same applies in reverse the amount of times Loki has projected in on Thor at the worst moments. Sometimes on purpose when he's with a woman. Anyway, this is about Loki. Usually illusions. If he's tired or lazy, touching him or herself without that is an option. He also enjoys using his magic to enhance sensation or to stimulate an immediate orgasm if he's frustrated and wants it over with quickly. Asgard doesn't really have recorded porn in the Midgardian form, so he makes do with his illusions, although there are many enchanted scrolls and books in circulation that fulfil similar purposes. Yes, he watched some of Tony Stark's sex tapes.

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?)

// Both. Definitely both. He enjoys having his partners tied up and at his mercy, but he also revels in feeling like he's dangerous enough to need restraining. He likes to be a brat about it. There are situations where he feels secretly turned on when it is done against his will but it depends how powerless he feels and who he is with whether that powerlessness will be enjoyed. With someone he is frightened of, he does not like it at all. Loki is a complicated thing when it comes to his power balance and his kink needs. He can surprise himself and others what he will or won't enjoy in the moment.

C - Answered previously

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?)

// I think this is entirely partner dependent. Loki thrives in switchy relationships. If he's with someone who is one or the other, he prefers sub males and dom females. He can lean a little more toward dominant at times because he likes control and to show his partner what he can do for them and to tease them. However, if he either trusts someone or has the hots enough for someone that he'll allow them to dominate him, he loves to get bossed about as a brat and made to behave. He has more experience being a dom and by default hasn't really allowed others to dominate him out of fear and distrust. Unofficially speaking he would allow the following people to dominate him (though this list isn't conclusive): Strange, Thor (in Thorki verses), Tony (if he's fancying a change from bottom), Sylvie, Sif. There is a limit to his being dominated. He doesn't like to feel like a pet, though a monster is a different matter. He doesn't like to play servant or be degraded or humiliated unless there is a specific circumstance that turns him on. Mostly he prefers to be told off in a way that makes him feel cheeky and clever; he likes to be threatened; manhandled and/or restrained.

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

// Oh, man. I've likely missed something but here's some stuff for now. Loki would be thrilled to role-play with a partner. He loves playing pretend and I think getting to do this in a sexual setting would probably keep him from so much of his acting out that he does elsewhere to everyone's cost. He is also able to shape shift into other people and species, which adds a whole other level to it. He is also into rape fantasy to a point, the romanticised Disneyfied kind where he or his partner would play-act as villain to the 'you fiend how dare you' counterpart. He likes elements of knife-play, but typically just the threatening aspect. He's not really into hurting his partners or being hurt or bled (though I'm exploring that a little in alternate threads) and the only time he likes blood to be involved in sex is if they're screwing in the blood of their slain enemies. He has a little bit of a thing for tentacles and monsters if he considers them handsome/beautiful enough (*cough* Strange Supreme) and he's very into Stark's armours. My Lokes might not have as many kinks as some others, not as much as I'd imagine his mythical origin to have, but he's pro the existence of most kinks. In his MCU form, he's generally too refined to find enjoyment in body substances. I recommend suggesting various kinks that aren't listed on this quiz and seeing what he says about them.

F - Food play (do they like using food in the bedroom? are there any foods they prefer to use during sex or foreplay? any they’d like to try?)

// I wouldn't say he's overly fussed about it but he would enjoy feeding a partner fruit or drizzling them in honey. Otherwise it would depend on the food. He's seen enough (and been one of) warriors at banquet tables not to often think about putting the two together unless he's in a very rare mood.

G - Answered previously

H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?) 

// This is a complex one. Instinctively, Loki emphatically does not enjoy humiliation. He is prideful and insecure. He does not enjoy being treated like he is worthless or being ridiculed. However, there are blurred lines when it comes to certain relationships that involve a lot of banter. Strangefrost, for example, thrives on them insulting one another and revelling in each other's misfortune, but it has its limits. Sexual humiliation, particularly, is unlikely to make for a happy Loki. He is more tolerant of what I suppose you might call situational humiliation i.e. things go wrong for him and right for his opponent, he has bad luck, or gets temporarily outwitted. Anything that makes him feel treated like he's truly inferior or takes away his agency runs the risk of him leaving a sexual encounter or, worse, attacking his intended partner. When it comes to being the one doing the humiliating, Loki adores playing tricks on people and feeling cleverer than they are, so he does enjoy that aspect of teasing another, but usually only to the point of riling them up to fight back. He could entertain the idea of being cruel to someone if they asked him to, but it would venture into role-play territory for him to enjoy it. I could see him liking playing around with it as his dominant side, much like when he was throwing Tony around in the Avengers XD Back to the sexual side of things, anything related to bathroom usage is a no-go. Even if he treated someone like an animal, he'd want things clean.

I - Answered previously

J - Jelly (what kind of lube are they using? is it flavored? have they tasted it? do they prefer to use something other than real lube during sex?)

// On Asgard, they have various different oils that serve as lubricant. They're a fairly sex positive culture when you've not got some princely expectation of you (which does very little to change that anyway). For anal sex, Loki keeps oils about his person to conjure up with magic when needed. For vaginal, his or her magic increases stimulation to help naturally prepare either a female partner or her own parts. Midgard, among other planets, though, has a lot more variety of options to have fun with and Loki approves. He's fascinated by varying flavours and sensations. Once he knows of them, he can mimic them with his illusions rather than needing to purchase anything but base lube. Sex with other species can end up not requiring lube e.g. tentacled beings who have their own natural secretions.

K and L - Answered previously

M - Masochism (do they like pain? scratching? biting? being bossed around? spoken down to? choked?)

// Despite his fairly high pain tolerance, Loki does not enjoy pain. He can put up with it for a while if his mischief suffices to be amusing enough to him to be worth it. He can sort of enjoy it if he's engaging in rough sex or a foreplay fight; he likes the act of provoking people for a reaction, but the end goal isn't to get hurt. With scratching or biting he prefers it in play rather than making a mark. He will allow it more from human partners who likely won't damage him anyway. He does, however, very much like getting bossed around by certain partners, so long as he can be a brat about it all. Being talked down to is touchy for him and liable to make him angry; I'd say situation dependent. As for choked, haha, no. The only people he would allow to squeeze his throat are his brother (Thorki or otherwise) or regular human partners without extreme trust. Too much pressure will freak out a post Infinity War Loki. Other Lokis just don't find it a turn-on.

N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?)

// Loki definitely enjoys the tease of orgasm delay whether for himself or for his partner. He likes to get people to an utterly desperate point and to use magic to keep them from going too soon, testing them to see if they will beg. He's a little bit more impatient to reach his own end, but having things drawn out is all part of the game. Denial is not something that he enjoys at all. It will make him angry. He might deny a partner if he's being a shithead or he's feeling vengeful. Denying partners touch would be something he would have fun with, though he would like it less for himself, I think. Needs like food or bathroom breaks he has no interest in denying. They aren't the same as carnal desire. Though, in darker verses, I could see him liking the control aspect of withholding food or water until a captive begged.

O - Answered previously

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?)

// This doesn't particularly interest Loki though he would enjoy putting on a show for a partner's attention. I wrote a frostiron fic on the subject once that covers a little of his feelings on it. He wouldn't send nudes in his male form, though in female form she would send suggestive pictures or ones of her in lingerie. He wouldn't say no to having tasteful nudes sent to him, but trusting a god of mischief with such things is your funeral. He'd be open to experimenting with recording something, but when he can recreate a memory with illusions he's not going to go out of his way for it.

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

// Situation dependent. Loki is capable of keeping himself quiet when necessary, though he likes to at least make soft ragged breaths. Typically he will make a medium amount of noise with snarls, gasps, and grunts. If the going is rough, he'll yell. In female form, she can be much noisier. Loud moans, cries, keens, shrieks, the works. He doesn't mind what volume his partner lets out, although he does enjoy the powerful feeling of managing to get loud noises out of a partner. As long as they're not just lying there like a doll making no noise, he'll have fun.

R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?)

// No routine, only chaos. Or so he likes to think. There may well be a pattern to the way he'd go about finding casual sex, even if he'd want to deny it in his mind to keep himself from feeling boring. Scheduled sex would depend on if his partner needed that, and he would spice it up with some aspects of surprise when it was his turn, or request it of his partner. Spontaneity is his preference.

S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?)

// If a partner is comfortable with it, Loki would probably enjoy touching or fucking them awake. If he's feeling cheeky or generous he might give oral, but only if he's in a comfortable enough relationship, sharing a bed. He likes being touched or sucked awake, but fucked awake would need some particular trust and would be partner dependent. Fucked to sleep he would enjoy, though the energy that would require might well break the bed. He'd absolutely go for lazy morning sex, though he wouldn't remain lazy for too long. Despite not being particularly a morning person, his Asgardian stamina (and his ingrained anxiety) would rouse him fairly quickly.

T - Top or bottom (self explanatory…)

// Loki's a switch. Prefers to top in his male form unless he trusts/loves someone enough or is too riled up to care.

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?)

// In male form, he doesn't wear any. Female form she likes to wear a variety of the sexiest of lingeries.

V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?)

// Whilst there is some pleasure in watching others have fun if they're putting on a show for him, Loki prefers to be involved. He likes attention and to feel wanted and he needs reassurance about that, without it being obviously stated. He doesn't want people to think he's needy. When Loki is drunk there is a much larger chance of him showing exhibitionist tendencies as he gets overexcited and misbehaviour outwins propriety. Sober, he's more likely to remain clothed, but that doesn't mean he won't put on a show. What voyeurism he does enjoy, however, is when he secretly catches people cheating on someone else or witnesses participants he hasn't expected. Free porn with a side order of blackmail is far sweeter.

W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?)

// Yes to sex in water. It's a bit awkward but fun for a laugh and he's pretty good with balance and protecting his partners from harm. Watersports, no. He's pro people enjoying it as it's his in his remit to encourage being filthy but it's not personally for his MCU incarnation. For anyone unfamiliar with the term, it's the sexual kind of watersports rather than what Mobius is into.

X - X-dressing (do they crossdress as a part of teasing / foreplay? does crossdressing turn them on? turn their partner on? do they prefer to do it or watch their partner crossdress instead? do they use other costumes? cat ears, tails, etc?)

// It's not a particular kink of Loki's because he can literally transform his sex and shape. That said, I could see how some Lokis would love to do it as a big fuck-you to Asgardian masculinity culture. Unfortunately, this version of Loki is very caught up in that culture so he likes to feel masculine (in an elegant way) when he's male and feminine when he's female, or somewhere in between depending on the shape he takes. Whether he's turned on by a partner crossdressing would depend on the partner and whether he feels the garments suit them. Personally I don't think Hiddleston's build suits dresses for example but you'd have to put him in a dress that suited him and change my mind :P In female form she'd absolutely rock menswear. Now I really want to see what Loki looks like in full drag >.>

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?)

// Some of this will be partner dependent. Loki generally responds well to princely, kingly, or godly titles. Either during role-play or in darker threads he might like 'master'. He does not like being called daddy and he would never call someone else daddy except possibly in female form for either Strange or SIM if they wanted it, but it is not a kink of Loki's. He isn't really one for giving names either, though you may hear the occasional darling, dear (usually ironically), or 'sweet [insert name]'. He's more likely to give descriptions or call someone a precious mortal (if applicable) while he teases them. He could enjoy calling someone 'slave' in role-play. I recommend (carefully) calling him things and seeing how he responds, and only by people he's attracted to. Don't call him kitten, though, unless you're prepared to see a knife.

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)

// I think I covered this in the kissing answer. His neck is definitely the main one. Followed by his waist, if you're lucky enough to see it exposed. Squeezing his arse works, too, but probably best done if you're in bed with him and not just passing or you'll be in for a world of trouble that day. For good or ill.

[nonbinarytriscuit]

Mass Effect Rp! Looking for 18+ Only Peeps!

Looking for anyone to play as Kaidan Alenko, Garrus Vakarian, Steve Cortez, Jeff 'Joker' Moreau, James Vega, Urdnot Wrex, or Grunt. If this interests you please message me on discord @2tiredboi#1321. Please if you do reply be able to do at least 2 to 3 paragraphs.

I am wanting to do this roleplay after the Reaper War. Maybe a year afterwards. It took them almost half of it to find and rescue Shepard. Yes, Shepard is badly injured and is currently healing from those injures. Thing is he was in a coma for six or seven months. We will start where Shepard wakes up from the coma. Yes, they are in a pre-established relationship. So their reaction to Shepard waking up is all up to you. I am willing to take OCs, human or any type of species really. I will post the stuff about my Shepard below. Warning ahead of time, he suffered a lot of injuries everything. Broken and cracked bones, brain damage from the lack of oxygen and blood flow to it, losing an arm and a leg from being crushed under rubble. He's not in a good condition so beware.

Now, here is my information for my Shepard. His name is Andrew Shepard, goes by Drew for short. He is nearing forty years old as he as at the age of thirty eight. He is around 6'0. He is a Colonist, a War Hero and an Infiltrator, strictly Paragon as well. He had short dark brown hair with the sides shaves, but that's long grown out unevenly as long with use to be light stubble on his face. His skin tone is bronze type of tone and his eyes are these pale blue color that pop out. His face is similar to that of the default Shepard's, but a bit thinner with a tad larger nose. He use to be built with a good amount of muscle, but being in the coma definitely made him loss quite a bit of his muscle mass and fat.

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It all had happened so fast. His whole body felt like it had been torn to shreds, but he kept pushing on. This war with the reapers had to end! No more lives will be lost to those damn things after this day! It did make his heart ache to realize he would be leaving everyone behind once he made his choice (which was to destroy). Leaving (y/c) behind probably was the worst of it but he had to do this. For him and his family. He would not let Anderson's sacrifice go to waste either! It absolutely destroyed him knowing the man he had come to know as a good friend and even saw as a father figure that he had known for so long was now dead. Body left behind as Shepard forced his way to his destination.

His decision was final. He choice to destroy the Reapers. If he did not no one would survive this war. Too many lives had been lost already and he would not allow anymore to! More pain seared through his entire body as the structure around him crumbled and collapsed. This was worth it. This was all worth it so those he loved and cared for would be free from this horrendous war. He was content with losing his life to protect them all. What he did not know in that moment that he would somehow survive all of this.

The news of Commander Shepard being found broke through the entire galaxy in a storm. Blurry video footage was show as a rescue team dug him out of layers of rubble. There was a very still eerie few minutes as one checked for his heart beat or even his pulse. In relief it was announced that the Commander was alive, barely but alive!

With how serious his injuries were Andrew did not wake for a long time. His body was in awful shape and the moment he had arrived at the medical facility he was rushed into urgent surgery where the doctors worked on him for *hours*. His left arm and leg having to be amputated due to the excessive damage done to the limbs. They would not heal in the state they were in, so they took the best route that would help the man survive. Even after he was finally out of surgery he still had not awoken. Months passed and hope began to fade that he ever would. Yet, it seemed no one could ever truly keep Commander Shepard down.

It was almost a year later when Andrew finally stirred to consciousness. There was a faint pain pulsing through his body, but it compared nothing to how it was before. Wait. He was feeling pain...? His eyes were forced open soon after that thought and he felt so many crashing in him at once. Where was he? He wasn't dead? How was he not dead? Was that even possible? He should have died in that explosion! He had calculated the rate of his survival and it had been zero!His thoughts are torn away from him when footsteps catch his ears. He couldn't stop himself as his blue eyes slowly moved to the door, head tilting a little to get a better view on who was coming to his room. When that door open and a familiar voice spilled into the silence he felt the stir of so many emotions go through him like a tsunami. He opened his mouth, throat dry and aching from disuse yet it didn't stop him from speaking the name of the man that held his heart. "(Y-Yn),"

[unclevertitle]

Beautiful? Indeed. Makes a horrendous sound? Most assuredly. Smells absolutely awful? I can only imagine, yes. Is very fragile? Indeed.

But tastes delicious... not in its current state, I don't think so.

Can it be rendered delicious? Absolutely. I'm sure there are thousands of recipes that can render it delicious but in it's natural state it is covered in feathers and I have to assume quite annoying to chew as though I've never had the misfortune of eating raw chicken.

And the process of rendering it delicious... well it sure doesn't look pretty. Further, once rendered delicious it no longer makes a horrendous sound and smells quite wonderful. I'll grant when rendered delicious though it remains fragile.

In its natural state it's a 4/5. But when pushed to get that 5th category it loses 3 of them and becomes a 2/5. Possibly 3/5 with the right presentation on a plate.

Still 4/5 is very good and mostly default. In fact dare I say almost entirely default.

the default way for things to taste is good. we know this because "tasty" means something tastes good. conversely, from the words "smelly" and "noisy" we can conclude that the default way for things to smell and sound is bad. interestingly there are no corresponding adjectives for the senses of sight and touch. the inescapable conclusion is that the most ordinary object possible is invisible and intangible, produces a hideous cacophony, smells terrible, but tastes delicious. and yet this description matches no object or phenomenon known to science or human experience. so what the fuck

[survey--s]

432.

Are you an emotional wreck? No, I wouldn’t describe myself that way anymore. Will tomorrow be better than today? It’ll just be completely different, but the weather forecast is horrendous so I’m going to go with no, lol.  Do you still talk to the person you were dating 4 months ago? We’re still married. Are you nice to everyone? Sure, I’m nice to everyone until they give me a reason not to be. Who did you last hang out with? Mike. But that’s pretty much the default as we live together.

Was the first person you talked to today male or female? Male.

What’s the one thing that always gets you through the day? Coffee, my dog. Does it make you uncomfortable when you receive a compliment? It depends on the situation, really. Mostly I just feel a bit awkward as I never know what to say in return. Is there a night you would like to put on repeat and live it forever? Nope. I can see that getting really boring, really fast. Did you do laundry today? Yeah, I just put my work waterproofs into wash as I totally forgot to wash them until now, hahah. Ooops.  What kind of computer do you have? It’s a Macbook Air.  What size bed do you have? We have a king sized bed. Do you like Harold & Kumar? I’ve never seen those films. Can you say all 50 states in alphabetical order? I actually can. It’s one of those tricks I was taught to help me get to sleep as it gives me something to focus on. Do you subscribe to any magazines? Nope. Do you ever buy the same shirt in different colors? Sure, I have loads a certain FatFace jumper in multiple colours. Do you plan your outfits out the day before? Yeah, just because that means I can stay in bed for longer in the morning, ha. Last time you rode a bicycle? About six years ago. What do you have planned for today? Today is pretty much over. I slept in late, had breakfast in bed, did some housework, took a shower, messed around online and watched TV all day, did an online shop, did laundry and now I’m back to messing about online again.

What did you argue about last? Bills.

What is the last thing you bought? I just did an online food shop but I won’t technically pay for that until Wednesday. Otherwise it was new boots for work.

Can you touch your toes? Not without bending my knees. I have bad hips. What’s your star sign? Saggitarius. Last place you went out to dinner at? A Tapas bar that I can’t remember the name of. The food was pretty amazing though - I’d definitely go back.  Ever made out on a rooftop? Yes. What kind of phone do you have? I have a blue iPhone 13 Mini. Are your nails painted? Nope. Would you date anyone you met online? I have done, several times lol. Have you met a real redneck? No. How is the weather right now? Cold and wet. What was the last movie you watched? Ice Age 2.

Where was the last place you went besides your house? Through the fields to walk the dog on Saturday. Have you ever fired a gun? Nope. Last wedding you attended? I’ve only ever attended my own wedding. What does the newest text in your inbox say? It’s from Mike saying he could see the Blackpool tower from the beach. What are you listening to? Two and a Half Men. Have you ever made your parents cry? Yes. I was a little shit as a teenager, lol. Do you wear glasses? Yeah, I’ve been wearing glasses since I was seven. My eyesight is appalling lol. Have you ever thrown up on one of your friends? Not physically ON them, but I’ve had friends look after me when I’ve been throwing up, sure. Are you tan? No, especially not at this time of year lol. What are you wearing right now? Leggings, a t-shirt and a jumper. Do you know anyone that wants you dead? I mean, I hope not. Do you believe that regrets are lessons learned? I don’t have any regrets. Are you the one that normally makes the first move? I’d say it’s about 50/50. Would you sacrifice yourself for a friend? I have no idea. Nobody can really answer this until they’re in that situation. What’s really annoying you right now? Nothing much really. Do you currently work? Yeah, I run my own business. Who do you know you can depend on? My husband, my parents. When’s your birthday? December 10th. Who was the last person you texted? Mike. What are you gonna do later? Once this wash cycle is done I’m putting the laundry on to dry and getting ready for bed. Do you like where you live? I love the area, but the house needs a fair bit of work doing to it. Are you a jealous person? Not anymore, but I’ve definitely had issues with jealousy in the past. If the last person you kissed invited you to a family dinner, would you go? Yeah. His family don’t really “do” dinners, though. Has anyone ever told one of your secrets they promised they wouldn’t tell? Yes. Have you ever lent the last person you called money? Yeah. Did you have any unread texts when you woke up today? Yeah, an unread message from my mum telling me it was raining lol. Can you sleep easier with the TV on then off? Off. I need silence and darkness to sleep. Have you ever kissed the last person you texted? Yes. Is the last person you kissed black? He is not.