#a respectable lad and a little freak

[royaltea000]

Very short series of my various plushies as humans(?) 🐈‍⬛ 🐈 

[ceilidho]

ghost asking price to fuck you because price was older and had more experience. wanted price to show him how to make you feel the best, what to do. :3

and now. i am going. to shriek. slight twist on this because I don't necessarily envision a threesome here, but I think Ghost would enjoy Price taking a look at you and guiding him.

Ghost bringing you to Price for his approval and then locking the door behind the two of you when you step into his office. Then leaning down to whisper into your ear that Price is a good man, that there's no one Ghost trusts more than him, that he trusts him with his life, every single day, without question.

He sits you on his lap and spreads your legs over his, flipping your skirt up and just nudging your panties to the side. You let him even though you can't help the way you grip Ghost's legs, nails digging deep into his thighs, even through the material of his pants.

You had a mind to bolt, to freak out. To yell at Ghost that you're not some plaything and stomp out of the room. But it doesn't come out. You sit there, lost for words and breathing in too little oxygen, quick little hitches that betray your anxiety.

Price leans against the desk to watch the two of you, eyes calm in spite of the show being put on for him. Like this happens every day.

You think Ghost's been with women before so you almost wonder if they've done this before, but somehow it feels different. It feels reverent. You feel it more so when you peek over your shoulder and catch Ghost staring up at his captain's face, eyes intense. Searching for his approval. Looking at him like he's brought something home and needs to be reassured that he did good.

"She lets me put it in twice a day," he says, matter of factly more than a boast. The lightning zap of shameful pleasure nearly bowls you over, but he keeps you pressed to him, back to chest. Holds you steady in place. Anticipates how much of a shock his words would come to you.

"You make her come every time?" Price asks, voice gravelly and you hate, hate, hate that it makes you clench up. It shouldn't. He's your boyfriend's boss, his captain - a man you've (up to now) looked at with nothing but respect and cool distance. His voice shouldn't make you wet.

You jolt when Ghost's rough fingers pass over your clit. "Every time. Sometimes more."

"Good lad."

You choke on a whimper when Ghost's hips bump up into you, hard cock pressing against your ass. The grunt that spills out of him is visceral, barbed like wire. Like Price's words affect him just as much as you.

[always-just-red]

I loved the Drunked Call with Sylus scenario you made! I like the way you write it and I see you accepting request hehe. Can I request about... Sylus, Zayne and Caleb reaction meeting fem!reader, dates or accidentally met (you name it) and they noticed her long hair has been attached with chewed bubblegum? some kid pulled a prank on her before and she didn't even aware of it

Aw thank you so much!! 💕 I did different pranks for each of the boys just to keep things interesting- I hope you don't mind! They're all equally silly haha, and I had SO much fun writing them. Added Xavier and Raf for good measure, too!

It's Just Not Your Day...

LADS Boys (& Caleb!) x Reader

Summary: It's you against the kids of Linkon City, and guess what? The kids are winning.

Genre: Humour + fluff!

Warnings/Additional tags: gn!reader, established relationship, swearing, canon pet names, reader gets a little stressed (and with some of these boys you can understand why 🙃)

| Word count: 4k | Masterlist |

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

Xavier ⭐

One of the perks of being a Deepspace Hunter is the way people look at you. You’re used to respect: appreciative nods and gestures, wide-eyed admiration. You’re out in Linkon almost every day, putting your life on the line for everyone in the city. You’re a hero, right?

So why is everyone looking at you so… funny?

“Xavier,” you speak in a hushed whisper, tugging at the sleeve of your partner’s uniform. “I don’t like this. Something weird is going on.”

He yawns. “What do you mean?”

Can he really not see it? Sure enough, a businessman strolls past you, his eyes locked on you as he frowns, mid-telephone call. You think he even stumbles on his words. “Just look around,” you whisper again. Someone is watching you from across the street, their head cocked.   

Xavier is already looking around. You’re on patrol; that’s sort of the point. But he trusts you, so he follows your instruction: casting his sky-blue eyes around a little more carefully. They narrow. “Sorry,” he says, because you’re usually on the same page, “what are you talking about exactly?”

You fold your arms impatiently. “People are looking at us, Xavier.”

“Oh, I…” he seems to hesitate, “I think they’re just looking at you.”

The words could be romantic, but you don’t get the impression they’re intended to be. He’s implying something. He’s uncertain. “What makes you say that?” you ask, hands moving to your hips.

He shifts awkwardly on his feet. “I think it’s your, you know—” his finger waggles in front of his mouth.

You don’t know. “My what?”

“Your moustache.”

“What?”

Your hand shoots to your upper lip, but you don’t feel anything out of the ordinary. Xavier is staring, though, so you reach for your phone and turn the camera on yourself.

A black, cartoon-villain moustache has been sketched onto your face.

You gape at your reflection. “H— how…?” you stutter, tracing your new feature. Then a memory of this morning flashes through your mind: how you’d fallen asleep on the train to work. How there were those two schoolkids, sniggering, when you’d woken up just in time for your stop. Ugh. Really?

Wait— this morning?!

“Xavier!” you exclaim, turning to him like you’d just found his sword in your back. “Why didn’t you say something?”

It’s just gone three in the afternoon, and he’s been with you for hours. “I thought you knew,” he mumbles, rubbing his neck gingerly.

“You thought I…” You’re too bewildered, too betrayed to repeat it fully. Worst of all you feel guilty; how the hell can he look so freaking innocent? You turn back to your phone, desperately trying to rub the ink from your skin. It doesn’t budge. It doesn’t fade.

“Are you ok?” Xavier asks.

Of course you’re not ok, you feel like an idiot. Your cheeks are hot and the redness is spreading to the rest of your face as you fail to reclaim any of your dignity. “No,” you spit back, “honestly, Xavier, how could you just let me walk around like I’m some kind of—”

You glance up to discover he’s no longer listening. He’s not even here; he’s over there, talking to an old man who’s sat completing a sudoku. Great. Wonderful. Why not? At least one of you is making a good impression on the citizens of Linkon City.

With your eyes close to watering, you have one last, futile attempt at wiping the moustache from your upper lip. It’s not working. Gods, you’re gonna be stuck like this, aren’t you?

Someone taps you on the shoulder, and you look up to see Xavier, back at your side. He smiles reassuringly, sporting a drawn-on moustache of his own. The ends of it are curled even more theatrically than yours.

“Xavier…” you half-laugh in surprise, your eyes watering even more. “Why would you—? Now we both look stupid.”

“I look stupid,” he corrects, running a thumb over your wet cheek. “You look really pretty, moustache or not.”

Zayne ❄

“What… happened?”

You sit across from Zayne on a picturesque park bench, like something from a postcard: blue sky stretched above, wildflowers sprouting from the grass below. Birds are singing, butterflies are flittering about, and even the doctor looks perfect— unmarred by the first half of his work day, no matter how stressful it’s been.

It’s a fairy tale you covet: a little reunion with the man you love, on the odd occasion where your lunchbreaks match up and he isn’t drowning in paperwork. And it would be a fairy tale, if it wasn’t for you. You— your uniform soaked and your hair dripping wet. The wooden bench has gone damp beneath you; you’ve literally only just sat down.

“Gee, I don’t know, Zayne,” you hiss, face almost buried in your phone, “what do you think?”

Not too far away from you, some kids are locked in a water-gun battle, their shrieks of laughter loud and infuriating. Zayne glances between you and them, making his deductions. “Why—” he starts.

“Doesn’t matter,” you sniff, wiping your forehead with the back of your sleeve. “They messed with the wrong person, and we’re gonna make sure they know it.”

“We’re going to?”  

“Yeah. Me and you. That a problem?”

You shoot him a glare that sends a shiver down even his spine. “No,” he answers quickly— a survival instinct, uncharacteristically submissive— but his composure returns as you turn back to your phone. “Haven’t you got—”

Another dark look.

“Haven’t we got better things to do than start a war with some children in the park?”

“Not really. Justice is justice.” You shrug before pointing a finger at yourself. “Deepspace hunter.” Then at him. “Cardiac surgeon. Precision is kind of our thing, right? They really don’t stand a chance.” You’re laughing, now: “Gods, I almost feel sorry for them.”

Zayne has been watching your descent into madness with a calmness that does him credit. When he interrupts, it’s gentle. “I don’t think—”

Too gentle; you don’t hear him. “Pick your poison, Dr. Zayne!” Your phone is angled at him to reveal the all-too accessible armoury of an online store. “You’ve got your standard water pistols. Your water blasters.” You’re scrolling and indicating his choices as though you’re the salesman. “This one has two options, single shot or power shot, and— ooh! Look at this one! The AquaJet3000!”

With a soft laugh, Zayne pushes your phone out of his face. He would buy anything you’re selling, although— having seen the prices on your screen— he knows he’d be bankrupt within a week. “Linkon City is fortunate to have you defending it, and whilst I would be honoured, as always, to fight at your side, I was hoping we could… relax. You’re on a break, remember?”

You pout as he peels a wet strand of hair from your cheek. “Justice doesn’t take breaks.”

“Well, justice is going to have to on this occasion, because I said so.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” he chuckles. “Besides, you shouldn’t fight fire with fire, or water with water. A lot of people look up to you, you know. Me included. So, set a better example. Save violence for the Wanderers.”  

It ought to be patronising: him, lecturing you on right and wrong when you’ve already added three types of water-gun to your virtual cart. He’s always so righteous. So collected. So moral. You want to be mad at him, but how can you be when he’s looking at you like that? Like he thinks the world of you, even when you’re plotting revenge against ten-year-olds.

You have a point to make, so you fold your arms and turn your back on him, even though he’s making your heart feel so frustratingly warm and fuzzy.

“I have something for you,” he says quietly.

To hell with the point. “What is it?” you ask, spinning eagerly around.

He smiles as he retrieves something he’d concealed behind him. It’s a small-ish box, pale pink, with patterns printed to emulate white lace. There’s a logo in the centre and you recognise it at once. “No way,” you enthuse, “that new bakery finally opened?”

You’ve both been waiting for months. “I couldn’t resist when I saw it,” he confirms, lifting the lid. Inside sit two unbelievably pretty cupcakes, buttercream icing spiralled high and adorned with sprinkles of gold leaf. Zayne plucks one from the box. “Perhaps—” he offers it to you— “perhaps this can make you feel better? Without us needing to, well… attack children.”

You giggle; it does sound pretty stupid when he puts it like that. “Thanks, Zayne,” you grin, reaching out for your reward. You’re glad one of you is vaguely sensible— those water-guns were expensive.

The cake is an inch from your fingers when a jet of water sends it flying from Zayne’s hand. It lands at your feet with an unceremonious splat, and from somewhere behind you, laughter roars.

The doctor blinks down at it in disbelief, his hand still hovering beside yours. He grieves for a long moment, then looks to you solemnly like you’re a colleague and he’s about to ask for a scalpel:

“The AquaJet3000,” he says.  

Rafayel 🎨

“Rafayel, call me stupid one more time, and I’ll—”

You’ll… you’ll… what? He’s looking back at you with wide eyes, his hands frozen when they had just a moment ago been drying the plate you’d handed him. He has some nerve, pretending he’s the victim when he’s spent the entire evening insulting you. This is supposed to be a wholesome moment of domesticity— doing the dishes together before he has to disappear to a late-night gala— so why is he ruining it? Ever since you got home, it’s been: so how was your day, stupid? Hey, stupid, want a hand washing up?

He said he was fine with you sitting out the gala tonight, but maybe he’s not.

“I’ll do this,” you finish, lifting a palmful of suds from the sink and raising them to your lips, ready to blow.

“Puh-lease, you bought me this suit. You really think I can’t tell when you’re bluff— hey, wait! Stop!”

You do blow the bubbles at him, and he recoils, holding the plate and dishcloth up to defend himself. He blocks some of them, but not all of them. “Honestly, Raf, if you’re not ok with me skipping out on tonight then you can just say so.”  

He puts the plate gently aside. “I mean, of course I’m sad you’re not coming,” he thinks aloud as he sets about sweeping bubbles from his suit, “but I’m ok with it, really. You’ve had, like, a crazy week at work. You deserve a quiet night in.”

Compassion? Really? After you just—? Ugh. “So why were you being so mean, then?” you sigh, taking the cloth from him and dabbing away the bubbles he’s missed.

“Mean?”

“You’ve called me ‘stupid’ like fifty times in the span of, what— three hours?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs innocently. “Because you told me to.”

Huh? You stop what you’re doing. “Since when did I—”

He reaches over your shoulder and you feel fingers on your back. “See?” he answers, bringing a piece of paper in front of you. It looks like it’s been torn hastily from a notebook, and it says, in bold, capital letters: ‘CALL ME STUPID!!’

You take the note from Rafayel sheepishly, your lips parted in surprise. How did it—? Wait. “Those kids!” you exclaim, thinking back on your walk home from work. “Oh I knew they were spouting bullshit when they said they saw a Wanderer!”

Your dish-washing companion doesn’t seem impressed by your lightbulb moment. He’s watching you, confusion etched across his face, but you can see right through it. “Rafayel!” you slap a soapy hand to his chest, “you had to call me stupid that many times before telling me?”

“I thought you wrote it. Pet names can be weird sometimes— I don’t know what you’re into.”

He’s still acting. Still lying. Fine, two can play at that game.  

You fall deathly silent, turning back to the sink to retrieve the bowl you’d dropped in there the last time he’d called you your new ‘pet name’. “I guess it suits me,” you mumble, half to yourself.

“What d’you mean, cutie?”

He can call you cutie as many times as he wants; you’re out for blood. You give the bowl another once-over with a sponge. “Some hunter I am. Can’t even tell when some kids are messing with me.”

Rafayel frowns. “Hey, it’s been a long week, yeah? You’re just tired.”

“Tired,” you echo, and you drop the bowl back into the water with a dramatic plop. “Tired? No. I’m exhausted. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I work, there’s always… something. To make me feel like an idiot. To make me feel… stupid.”

“Hey,” Rafayel tries again, and his voice is fraught with worry. “Don’t say stuff like that. You’re not stupid. I’m stupid. I’m supposed to make you feel better and instead I was just screwing around. I’m sorry, ok? Don’t be sad. Please?”

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, resting his chin on the top of your head. You don’t give in, not at first, but then you hug him back. “Thanks, Raf. I’m ok— really.” You hear his phone buzz from where he’s left it on the counter. “You should go. Thomas will kill you if you’re late.”

“Nah, he needs me,” the artist chuckles. “You get first dibs, though. You sure you don’t want me to stay?”

“Yeah,” you laugh quietly back; your heart not quite in it. “Quiet night in, remember? Go on. Go.”

He steps away from you, though not before planting a light kiss on your cheek. “I’ll make it up to you when I get home,” he says, collecting his phone and the rest of his things. He gives you another kiss when he’s done, dodging your efforts to shoo him away. “Miss you already, cutie.”

“Go!”

And he does as he’s told this time, no matter how listlessly. It’s sweet he wants to stay and make things better, but he already has— he just doesn’t know it yet. It wasn’t the hug. It wasn’t the apology. You lean back against the counter with a smirk, savouring the view as he leaves.

It might have something to do with the note you’ve stuck on his back.

…

Rafayel retrieves the note the moment he closes the door behind him, stuffing it smugly into his pocket. He’ll have a story ready for you, by the time he gets home, about just how much you humiliated him. About how he walked around for a good hour before Thomas spotted the note and gave him a lecture about his ‘image’.

He smiles to himself; he’s a really good boyfriend.

Sylus 🩸

“You should know better than to keep me waiting, sweetie.”

Oh, great. This is just what you need.

You peek over the saddle of your motorcycle from where you’re crouched behind it. “Hey, Sylus,” you greet. The man is watching you, his arms folded. “Yeah, sorry.”

“Sorry?” he repeats, an eyebrow raised sceptically. “What— no ‘patience is a virtue, Sylus,’ no ‘oh please, Sylus, we both know you’ve nothing better to do?’”

You had disappeared behind your bike again, but you steal another glance at him. “Wow,” you marvel, “is this what you did before we met? Have arguments with yourself?”

“More or less,” he smiles dryly, then shrugs: “I’m not bad, as far as sparring partners go. You of all people can vouch for that. Besides, what were my other options? Mephisto?” He laughs. “Luke and Kieran?” He laughs harder.

“I’d rate Mephisto above you,” you add distractedly, no longer looking at him.

“Is that right?” he purrs, and it’s very obvious he doesn’t believe you.

He sounds close— too close— so you stand, re-entering his eyeline so he doesn’t come closer. Gods, this is embarrassing. Those stupid kids; he’s gonna have a field day if he finds out. “Yeah.” You wipe your hands slowly with a cloth, disguising the fact that your mind is scrambling. “The things that bird comes up with, just… scathing, honestly. Emotionally devastating.”

“Oh really?” Sylus tuts. “That’s awful. I can’t imagine where he gets it from.”

You smile back at him, resting your hands on your hips. You do feel bad, actually; you’d completely forgotten you were supposed to meet him this morning for breakfast before work. He’d received no texts to cancel. No calls. How long was he waiting at that sweet little café you’d picked out?

Then again, this morning isn’t really going to your plan, either.

“Something wrong with your bike?” he asks, because he’s already figured out that much. “Besides the usual, I mean.”

Your smile drops. Your whole act drops. “It’s nothing, Sylus.”

“You’ve already stood me up this morning, sweetie. Are you really going to lie to me, too?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. Fine. “Some kids graffitied it, ok?”

“This piece of junk? Really?” He toes the front wheel of it, then catches onto the withering look you’re sending him. “Oh no,” he tries again, with absolutely no enthusiasm, “what a dreadful crime against such an advanced, state-of-the-art vehicle.”

Prick. You keep the label behind tight lips as he wanders around the motorcycle to join you, assessing the damage. You’re stood by a bucket of water and the litany of rags you’ve used to try to scrub it clean— each one a testament to your failure. The sight alone makes you want to burst into tears. The skin of your hands is pink. Raw.

You feel cheated; you wish you were at that café right now.

Sylus taps a finger against his cheek, eyes narrowed pensively. They’re spoiled for choice of what to look at: misspelt obscenities, a generous number of crude symbols. All in permanent marker, naturally. “An improvement, wouldn’t you say?”

“I wouldn’t say. No.”

“Art is subjective.”

“Yeah? So is your face.” Not your best effort. Sylus glances up at you, amused. “Shut up,” you dismiss proactively. “Besides, this is my work vehicle. I can’t ride around Linkon on this. It would be—”

“Too staggering a blow to your professional reputation,” he finishes like he’s bored.

“This isn’t funny, Sylus.”

He points at a particularly chaotic drawing of a penis. “It is.”

You smack his hand away. “It’s not.” Your voice wobbles, ever so slightly betraying you. This is serious; you could get in trouble. You stare down at the graffiti, despair setting in.

Keys dangle in front of your eyes. “Here. Borrow my bike.”

“You’re joking, right?” You swat at them. “You really think that’s gonna help? Me— rolling up to work on a bike that costs twice my annual salary?”

“Twice? That’s cute, kitten.”

You glare at him, any guilt you felt about standing him up long gone. “Can you just stop? Being you? For like, two seconds? Please? This is the last thing I need today, Sylus. I’m gonna be late. I’m gonna embarrass myself in front of everyone. And worst of all? I was actually looking forward to seeing you this morning. Before all of this—” you gesture dejectedly at your bike— “all of this shit happened.”

Sylus is looking back at you, his arms crossed again. He does nothing for a few, slow seconds, and it’s just long enough to make you feel like you’re overreacting. Then he leans over, running a hand across your bike, and you watch as the graffiti flakes and lifts, turning to ash under the influence of his Evol.

He brushes his hands together when he’s done, straightening with a hmph and a self-satisfied smirk. Content (more than content— thoroughly impressed with himself) he turns back to you. Your bottom lip has dropped in surprise and he chuckles, reaching a finger to lift your chin. “You can thank me later, sweetie, and I intend to spend the entire day thinking about how you might. Don’t disappoint me, hmm?”  

You’re still silent, and it takes him a moment to realise you’re bristling with something other than awe and adoration. He frowns. “Sweetie?”

The second ‘sweetie’ breaks you, and not in the way he wants. You slap his chest, hard; he doesn’t really feel it.

“Sylus! You could have done that the whole time?!”

Caleb 🍎

“Sit still, dear.”

Sit still? How are you supposed to sit still when you’re brimming with rage? Every inch of your body is tense, waiting, yearning for you to spring into action. It wants you to retaliate. It wants revenge.

“I can’t, Grandma,” you whine, crossing your arms as if to hold yourself back. You’re still fidgeting on the chair as she navigates your hair with her scissors. “This sucks. Everything sucks. The only thing that could make this worse is if—”

You hear the front door swing open, then closed. Why couldn’t you keep your mouth shut?

Sure enough, Caleb strolls into the kitchen mere moments later. “What’s happenin’ here?” he asks, dropping a bag of groceries onto the countertop.

“Nothing,” you mumble. “Grandma’s giving me a haircut, that’s all.”

“Ok. So what’s actually happening here?” he tries again. He’s known you forever, after all; he can tell when you’re lying.

You swing a foot out at his shin as he tries to step closer. Nuh-uh. No investigating. No sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. “Nothing,” you hiss again. “Gods, Caleb. What’s your problem?”

“You’re my problem, pipsqueak.” He uses his foot to push yours away. “At least Gran’s on my side—” his amethyst eyes seek her— “can you tell me what’s going on? Please? Pretty please?”

A hand breaks their eye contact. “You don’t have to answer that, Grandma.” You glare Caleb down. “The DAA has no authority here.”

“It does.”

“It doesn’t.”

“It does.”

“It doesn’t.”

Grandma sighs; she’s had far too many years of this. “You know Mr and Mrs. Lee’s children? Down the road? Well, they—”

“Grandma!” You round on her. How long did she last— all of three seconds? You bitterly regard Caleb, your voice dark with resentment: “They put gum in my hair, ok?”

“Really?”

“Yeah." He wanted the truth, didn’t he? “They lured me in with some nonsense about a Wanderer. I didn’t realise until, well, until…” You wave at your hair. “Too late.”

He considers the story, then shrugs. It’s clearly not as thrilling as he was anticipating, because he disappears from the kitchen, leaving you and Grandma in peace once more. The silence is as uncomfortable as it is sudden. You’d expected laughter— a lot of laughter. Teasing. Maybe even a shot at how gullible you are.

You release an uneasy breath, resting your head back on the chair.

“Sit still,” Grandma repeats, nudging you, prompting you to sit up straight. “I’ve almost got it. Just one more… here!” There’s a decisive snip.

“Thanks, Grandma.” You slump again, staring up at the ceiling.

You’re not sure what you’re waiting for. Maybe for the blush of your cheeks to cool, or for a Wanderer to spring out of the floor, killing you, so you can be dead and not so embarrassed. You hear heavy footsteps— Caleb returning— and you really wish the Wanderer would hurry up.

“Caleb…” Grandma’s tone is wary. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”  

You readjust your head so you can look at him. He’s clutching what must be a dozen rolls of toilet paper; they’re piled up to just below his chin, almost spilling out over his arms. “How about it, pipsqueak?” he asks as he struggles to balance them. “A little team-up between the DAA and The Association— wanna do your part in reclaiming your neighbourhood?”

Now that’s more like it. “Fuck yes! Sorry, Grandma.”

You’re really as bad as each-other. She tuts reproachfully as you leap out of your chair, and she's disappointed, but not surprised.

[washeduphazbin]

I know were all on an Adam kick rn but I wanted to get your take on what Alastor would be like with a fem partner?? Maybe someone thats a bit more innocent than him and doesnt ENJOY partaking in murder or cannibalism like he does

Unsure if this was a fic request or for me to answer in general! So if you want a fic just lmk!

But I think Alastor is really tricky because I love him but I don’t think he has a bone in his body that isn’t manipulative at least not one we have seen. So I think at first it’s a very (not toxic necessarily but still manipulative) but a much more guiding, nurturing role type relationship. Similar to Charlie and him AT FIRST cause I get that you would have the same vibes as Charlie with your hope, optimism and innocent. Cause I imagine innocent you falling down to hell being terrified and Alastor taking her under his wing. At first it’s just to get another deal or another soul but then he realizes like.

Oh. Oh I don’t think you’re supposed to be here at all. There’s absolutely been some sort of mixup because this girl is incapable of hurting anybody.

From then on I think he’d be more of a silent protector role. He’d know and respect your unease at his cannibalistic and violent lifestyle so he’d do his best to keep her out of it. No interacting with Vox, no other overlords other than Rosie, any freak outs/power trips he has he would always make sure you’re away from the danger and the sight. He doesn’t like you seeing him like that for some reason. (Rosie would have to explain to him that he might be in love or whatever that means to him)

I also think No one would know they’re together romantically until one day Angel makes an offhand comment to reader and as follows:

Angel: I just don’t understand toots, you’ve been in hell for ‘dis long and there hasn’t been a single dame or lad that’s tried to woo ya? It’s a crime! I mean look at ya!

You: *very flustered* oh thanks Angie. That’s not entirely true though Al and I have been together for…oh goes going over seven years at this point.

To which you slap a hand over your mouth because you and Alastor are very private and you just did the one thing he told you not to do. Al just slowly turns to look at you eye twitching.

Reactions as follows:

Angel: flabbergasted. Jaw has dropped. Eyes BULGING. Asking a million questions about your sex life.

Husk: chokes on his drink while promptly also dropping the bottle and shattering it on the floor

Niffty: she def already knew.

Charlie: LOUD SQUEALING, HUGS, A MILLION QUESTIONS

Vaggie: shock, horror, curiosity…but mostly the first too.

Both you and Alastor would get very overwhelmed and he’d teleport you both away, with a promise of answering questions later but him and his dear heart must be off on important business.

Anyway yah hope that’s what you’re looking for! That’s my take! And if you guys want little blurbs like this lmk I can probably crank these out much easier.

[doberbutts]

I think the terms TMA/TME work best when they're used as rules of thumb, rather than expected to function as strict categories. They're often helpful, but occasionally they can become obfuscatory, and there are edge cases where they can't be neatly applied. In those cases, they should be set aside, but with an understanding that they will be brought back into conversations when helpful.

To give a personal perspective - I'm a trans masc individual who has, upon occasion, experienced misdirected transmisogyny. I was on T for 5 years, then came off it (partly due to health problems, partly due to starting to identify as nonbinary rather than as a man) and began presenting in a more feminine manner, and people would regularly mistake me for a trans woman.

When people thought I was a trans woman, I did notice an increase in hostility, harassment and unwelcome advances from strangers. Groups of men would shout at me in the street, mothers would glare at me and physically pull their children further away from me if I came near. I also started getting catcalled and couldn't enjoy a night out in a club without being groped. I'd experienced some of these things as a trans man and as a girl, but probably never at such a high frequency or so intensely.

I definitely think I got a taste of transmisogyny and people do still assume I'm trans fem from time to time. But I still wouldn't describe myself as TMA. I don't shout it from the rooftops, but if it feels relevant in the context of a conversation, I will say I'm TME. Because I think the terms are about overarching dynamics, rather than whether or not an individual has ever faced a single instance of transmisogyny.

For me, there was always a sense of distance between myself and any negative experience, that came from knowing they'd misread my AGAB - "that lad just called me a chick with a dick! How funny! I'd be so lucky!" / "You're harassing me for using the female showers at the gym when I am literally menstruating. Are you going to stop being a creep, or do I have to show you my bloody tampon?" There's a degree to which I can sidestep or disavow their idea of me in a manner trans women can't.

I also don't know what it's like to deal with many other elements of transmisogyny, or deal with it as an overarching narrative in one's life rather than a freak episode.

I think it's fair to say I have at times been a grey area and I could use my experiences to argue against the validity of TME/TMA, but I don't want to do that. I don't like it when the terms are just used as a way to say AFAB/AMAB while being perceived as less problematic. But I think it is helpful to have little shorthand reminders about specific power dynamics that do have an impact in our communities. I have absolutely seen transmisogyny play out in queer spaces, both online and IRL, and I think it's worth having vocabulary that emphatically reminds people to check themselves and to not assume they don't have internalised bias against trans women just because they're trans masc.

Trans women are a boogeyman in popular culture and the collective unconscious in a way trans men never have been (at least, not to anything like the same extent). Trans women face an intensity of monstering that I think most people won't understand unless they spend a lot of time sharing space with and listening to trans women. The rapid adoption of TMA/TME feels like an attempt to fast-track that understanding en masse. Maybe it's a bit clumsy, but I do think it's having an impact and important conversations are happening. I don't know if the terms will stick or fall out of use. Having been in the trans community for over a decade and seeing how our vocabularies evolve, I'm inclined to think they'll stick around for a few years and then largely disappear. But I feel that while trans women are finding them useful, we need to be respectful of that fact.

Idk sorry to rant in your askbox, I wanted to give my two cents. Feel free to ignore lol

I'm going to be a bit blunt here: in the span of time I've been off tumblr to, you know, sleep... I've gotten 20 different asks trying to convince me to like the usage of tma/tme and also several transphobic asks about my top surgery. The transphobic ones I blocked and deleted because I'm literally 3 weeks out and will not be dissuaded. But I'm simply not willing to continue arguing a point I've made very clear that I don't love the usage of this particular theory the way it's currently being used.

You can like it for yourself. I have said this over and over again. I do not like it for me, and do not think it is accurate for my life or my experiences or the reality that is what I have to go through on a regular basis. True to everything else that I've posted, I don't really care what you call yourself. If you want to call yourself TME and you believe that framework works for your experience, more power to you. Just don't label me that, because I don't think it works for mine.

Trans women are absolutely a boogeyman in a way that trans men often aren't. That is, unfortunately, one of the ways that hypervisibility is such a curse. Everyone knows what a trans woman is, and a good majority of those people also think the only good one's a dead one. That's bad. That's transmisogyny, and we should ally with trans women to help fix this problem.

Also unfortunately, as trans men become more and more visible to the world, instead of facing mass erasure and dying in silence or escaping to live in stealth, trans men are also beginning to become a boogeyman as well. Now we are a social contagion, a craze, with rapid onset gender dysphoria, mutilating ourselves and ruining our precious bodies, carving out our wombs, simultaneously debasing ourselves and also becoming predators lurking to snatch daughters up and forcefeed them our ideology, betraying women by becoming a mockery of men. What's worse, we tend to politically close ranks with trans women and cis women alike so it's harder for transphobic lawmakers to divide and conquer as they're used to with cis men, so instead they have to demonize us to prevent any further allyship.

That's the conversation trans mascs are trying to have.

Genuinely, I do agree that trans women face an othering that most people do not grasp without understanding transmisogyny theory, which is why I think everyone should have at least a basic understanding of it. But I also think that's true of many other demographics, and that if we want to get out of the pit that bigoted society put us in, we've got to work together to do so. It was, after all, the combined efforts of Marsha P Johnson AND Storme de Laverie that brought us out in the open. And among me friend group, we have people from all different races and backgrounds and genders and more locking arms to ensure the safety of each other, wanting to understand and know each other, lifting each other up.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hello!! love your content! i was checking your masterlist and i saw that you had a post about a nonhuman farmer — however, my farmer OC has different features from the one who was previously requested. so i was wondering if i could request something similar, but changing a few things. if not, you can ignore this!

so, i would like to request a similar post: the villagers (bachelors, bachelorettes and townies) reacting to a nonhuman farmer. however, instead of rat-like features, i wanted a farmer with fox-like features — as in, sharp claw-like nails, fox ears, fox tail, fangs and vertical pupils (y'know, similar to when people make a human gijinka of a fox character), all the fun stuff.

additionally! i was wondering if you could also include some Ridgeside Village characters. (i know RSV has like a shitton of characters so it doesn't need to be all of them 😭 if you do include, i would love if you did Raeriyala, Daia, Jio, Blair, Maddie and Ysa specifically, as these are my favorites) but if you can't do them, that's fine!! thank you for your time and take care!

Hello, dear anon! Thank you so much ❤️

Sorry for the long reply, but since there are a lot of characters, I had to write a little longer. I won't include all the RSV residents as I haven't thoroughly researched them all yet, but I wrote about the ones you asked for. Enjoy!

Stardew valley characters react to a non-human Farmer (alt. version):

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Considering that Shane often left the Saloon after two or three mugs of beer, it wouldn't surprise him if that new and annoying farmer had tall fox ears or fangs, since he could chalk those hallucinations up to alcohol intoxication. Worse things will happen if Shane, in his sober state, meets them again.... This town was a bunch of freaks. Though he thinks he's just as much of a freak himself...

Marnie's first thought after the Farmer's true origins are revealed is to make more locks on her chicken coop. Please forgive her, but she had recently survived a fox infestation that took out her favorite hen, and Marnie was still grieving and a little paranoid about foxes. But that was rude to the Farmer, for which she immediately apologizes.

All Elliott wanted was a relaxing fishing trip with his close friends, Willy, the old fisherman, and Farmer. But the Farmer apparently likes to pick a bad time to dedicate secrets. "I'm not really human." Elliott is in a stupor. "Excuse me, what?" "Aye, lad/lass said they're not human." Why in the world is Willy reacting so calmly? And why is the writer only now noticing their fangs and fox ears!

Yoba, poor Harvey and Maru were running around Farmer in circles, unable to understand the x-rays and blood test results. Vertical eye pupils, pointed fangs and claws... Their minds were racing, trying to find answers in medical textbooks and in scientific articles about single cases of mutations. So Farmer would be in the clinic for a long time, before the town doctor and his assistant find answers.

Yo, Farmer, hey! Look at the cool hoodies Sam got for his friends: Abigail's hoodie has cat ears sticking out, and Sebby's wearing a dark green hoodie with a cute frog face. He himself has a hoodie with bunny ears. It's a bit silly and childish gifts, but his friends love it and having fun, so that's what matters most. Oh, you have a hoodie like that too? It's cool, it's got real fox ears and a tail. Huh? Wait, what do you mean they're real? Like a- Holy cow, the ears move! How??? Sam and Abby are shocked, and Sebby thinks it's cool. The trio needs answers!

Looks like Rasmodius doesn't need to brew a potion for Farmer, since they already have forest magic. Oh please, don't look at him so surprised, nothing magical can escape the wizard's keen eye. But there is no need to panic, he himself is completely connected with magic and unusual things, so he will respect the Farmer's secret. Well, now let's talk about Junimo....

Huh, is Farmer what, 7 years old or something? Why are they dressed up in costume? What? Alex can see that? Of course he see it, with those ears and that floor-length tail, it's hard to miss. And... fangs? Strange people, one wearing all black, the others trying to prove to Alex they're foxe. It's crazy.

What the- Oh, for crying out loud. Kid, at least let Marlon and Gil know it's you. They thought the monster from the mines had gotten out and were ready to draw their swords from their scabbards. All right, let's go back, foxy, heh... We're going hunting soon, and you have the best nose for hares.

"Let's see... Dwarves, Shadow People, Elves... No, alas, nothing similar from history." After recognizing the Farmer's true origins, Gunther thought he might find mention of "fox people" in the library books, but there was nothing of the sort. However, if the Farmer themself knows their origins perfectly well, they could write the book! If the Farmer doesn't mind, the library keeper will help with writing a book about the history of an unknown civilization (or just a fairy tale, if no one believes it).

The Farmer decided to reveal a great secret to Kent? Do they want to reveal their true origins to surprise the veteran? Well, the secret's out, Farmer's not quite human! Aha! Caught him by surpri- Wat??? Why no reaction? What's with the 🗿 face? I've seen stranger things in war?! Ugh! "You're not human!?" Well, at least it didn't take long for his wife, Jodi, to react. The poor woman now has mixed emotions about Farmer.

Wow, Gus had heard a lot of different rumors about the new Farmer, but never would have thought.... Well, even though they're not quite human, it doesn't change the way he feels about Farmer. They're a very kind friend and a wonderful person (even if not human), so no prejudice, much to Farmer's relief, on his part. The doors of his Saloon are always open to them.

What? Fox ears? Ah, the Farmer must be playing with the children, they were just putting on all sorts of headbands with the ears of different animals. That's nice of them. Yeah, Jas, did you want something? Does Farmer have real ears? Sure, sure, Uncle Lewis believes you. *Ahem* By the way, is Aunt Marnie home?

Ah, my friend. Sit next to Linus, don't be shy. Warm yourselves by the fire. Hmm? Did you want to say something to him? About not being human, by any chance? Oh, no need to wonder, Linus can see through the magical barrier that wizards and other creatures wrap themselves in when they want to hide. But he's their friend, so their secret is safe. She knows what it's like to be an outcast.

Fox parts on the human body? Fangs, tail and ears?! Scientifically impossible! Demetrius is very interested in this unusual mutation of the new Farmer and would like to investigate it, perhaps even help in some way. Of course, with the Farmer's permission, after all, science is science, but there must be at least some boundaries of decency.

Beyond her natural shock at the news, Robin was glad that Farmer trusted her enough to entrust her with this secret. And she gives her word that if Farmer told her about her not quite human origins, she would keep it. Heh, that's funny... Robin's parents often called her "little foxy" and now Robin will also call Farmer. Just a light tease, nothing bad!

Young one, take off that stupid costume, it's not Spirits Eve. George doesn't understand the younger generation: he used to play grindball with his friends when he was a kid, and now teenagers are putting on silly costumes, calling themselves beasts and going back and forth and interfering with his TV watching. Don't even try to change his mind, he won't believe the Farmer's fox ears are real.

When Farmer stopped by to visit Emily, the girl immediately started praising these plush ears that look just like the real thing. Haley decided to argue with her sister for some reason and began to lament that the fabric probably wasn't the best quality. Emily disagreed completely, and decided to touch the soft fur on the long red ears. Poor Farmer immediately bounced away from the girls. Huh? Tickles? They're not real, how can they.... Did the ears just move?... Okay Haley, stop screaming, let's calm down and talk about, as it turns out, quite real fox ears.

Oh, Evelyn remembers Farmer's Grandpa saying that in their family, the fox was the totem animal. There were statues, wooden sculptures and paintings on his farmhouse. Evelyn is glad that Farmer is also proud of it, even if it is a little unusual, wearing fluffy fox ears. (No, she doesn't believe the fox parts on Farmer are real).

Mr./Mrs. Farmer is a fox? Are they some sort of fox lord? Do they have magic? Can we see it? While Jas and Vincent pepper Farmer with various questions (because where else would you see a fox neighbor?), Leo giggles and thinks to himself that when he, his friends and Farmer play hide and seek, with those tall red ears Farmer will be easy to find.

Clint needed to get some fresh air: the heat of the forge had made his mind foggy, making the farmer look like an animal. But when they went outside, the farmer's animal image hadn't disappeared..... Did he drink too much at the saloon last night?

Oi, that's a strong ale. This stuff is amazing! Gus, pour Pam another full mug! Hell yeah. Hmm, who's distracting her? All right, kid, give her a break after work. Ugh, what do they want, huh? She's busy right now- Why does Farmer have fangs like an animal? And what's with the eyes?... Gus, Pam changed her mind. She's had enough beer for one night. She's already seeing some weird shit.

Aah! Oh, Yoba, what's that? Or rather, who is it? Farmer? Why did you dress up in a costume and get into the bushes and scare Leah? What do you mean, "not a costume"? You got the lenses, and the tail down your back. A real one?! Okay, well, even if that's true, what makes you think hiding in the bushes was the best way to present yourself? Smell of delicious berries. Alright, the artist agrees, blueberries are really good.

Dear viewers, our favorite show begins: "How fast can Farmer make Penny faint?" Last time, our top contestant scared a young teacher in 5.43 seconds when they came out all bloody from the mines. This time, Farmer will reveal his secret to Penny. Aaaaaand.... Exactly two seconds, and the girl fell senseless. A new record! (Apologized to Penny right now).

"I hope we don't get rabies from you?" "Pierre!". Our lovely Pierre, Mr. Tactfulness, part-time shopkeeper, is on a roll as always. Thank Yoba that at least Caroline knows when to stop her husband. So what if the Farmer is a little different, that's no reason to throw around name-calling. "Don't listen to him, dear customer", no one realized where Morris was coming from here. "There's no prejudice in our wonderful Joja about weirdo-, er, I mean unusual people. Come to us, we have 25% off!" "Wouldn't dream of it, Morris! Dear customer, can you bite Morris to give him rabies?" Thanks again to Caroline, who got a bucket of water from somewhere and poured it on her husband and Joja manager.

Bonus + Ridgeside Village:

Wow! Daia didn't know that her Lady's lover, the great Raeriyala, had helpers too, and such a cute one. Oh, you're fox spirit? Hee hee! She wants so badly to touch the fluffy ears, or the soft red tail! Wait a minute... They're not spirits, they give off a completely different aura.... The grandchild of that old Farmer? Intriguing. But it still won't save Farmer from teasing or flirting.

Trust me, if Maddie doesn't run away from a strange sound in the bushes in the middle of the woods, the huge fox ears will definitely make her rush back to town. She won't even realize it's not a wild animal, just a Farmer. Nope, not today, forest! She's too young to die.

Finally, the barrier was removed and the Farmer was able to meet her. Yes, oh farmer, Raeriyala knows who you really are, no need to hide it. She has a lot to tell you about your Grandmother, the evil that lingers in Spirits Realm, and much more. "Are you my mom?" "...What?" (It would be a very awkward situation if Farmer didn't know their biological mother, and then there's a woman fox. So you can understand their confusion).

Not only did Farmer show up at a rather suspicious time, but they're also not human. Jio's caution will not be limited, as there may be spies everywhere, who want to harm his friends, his Lady, and interfere with his mission. On the other hand, there is something about this Farmer, because there's unusual, just like him - where will you meet another elf, right?

And how you supposed to concentrate on fishing when someone is running near the lake and yelling? Blair's irritation was immediately replaced by incomprehension when she saw Ysa running out of the woods toward Ridgeside Village. The girl had dropped a small basket of flowers. And when the young fisherwoman saw in the distance the silhouette of a humanoid with obviously animal-like body parts, it was already Blair's turn to run, leaving the entire fish catch on the shore. And the Farmer only wanted to talk to them 🥲

[harlequinoccult]

This might be a total coincidence but are you prince lapin? Your icon is familiar from other IF discords. what are your favourite ifs??

ah shit lads ive been found out Yeah, thats me !! the hyperfixation got so strong i needed to write my own

SPEAKING OF. you have opened pandoras box. god have mercy on you. Woe, Interactive Novels be upon ye.

CHOP SHOP by @losergames i fucking love crime. And they way everything is written? mwah. byootiful. like im watching a fucking movie.

WOLF SET FREE by @wolfsetfree-if WULFEBOUND by @wulfebound WEREWOLF NOIR by @canismaxim-games BLOOD MOON by @barbwritesstuff

I AM SO GAY ABOUT WEREWOLF SHIT YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

THE EXILE by @exilethegame I was (and am) hyperfixated on this singular game for a very very long time and my commander is the poorest little meow meow that i love repeatedly throwing against a wall and into a meatgrinder 💖

FIELDS OF ASPHODEL by @chrysanthemumgames I am so deeply unwell over Hades. but also i never noticed the simiarities that persephone and dionysus have and it makes me go insane to think about.

THE NAMELESS by @parkerlyn not only is my own bastard cat thing on an mc the most fun to draw, but it has reawakened my feralty over fae settings and fae creatures. also parker is just like. one of the sweetest people ever created??? illegal. how are they so nice.

THE NORTHERN PASSAGE by @northern-passage not only am i deeply unwell about Lea, but i adore deeply inhuman mcs <- (the transgenderism speaking). I also just like. respect the hell out of kit fr. takes absolutely no bullshit. absolute inspiration.

GREENWARDEN by @fiddles-ifs Bautista. I am unwell. do i have a type? perhaps. shut the fuck up about it. mc is deeply neurotic and a freak (complementary) (affectionate)(relatable)

SPEAKER by @speakergame one of the BEST writers of sibling interaction, hands down. one of the first twine IFs i have ever played and god it is so fuck quality. my god.

EVERYTHING BY @heart-forge oh my god. oooohhhh my fucking god. where do i begin. all of their projects are so fucking good and distinct. i can tell you i am unwell about trigger siruud and valerian and you could probably diagnose me with something but i dont care. i am going to fucking explode their shit is so quality.

EVERYTHING BY @pdrrook how do they do it. no seriously how the fuck do they do it. magic? are they fae? did they sell their soul to the devil? banger project after banger project after banger project. ALL of their shit is quality AND THEY DO NOT MISS. EVER.

THE GRAND HEIST by @thegrandheist-if BRO I FUCKING LOVE CRIME. LOVE BEING A BASTARD.

EVERYTHING BY @jaunefleurwrites fun highschool detectives!!! :) AND THEN MY FUCKING HEART GETS SHATTERED.

LEGEND OF A SAVIOR by @legend-of-a-savior-if THE DRAMA.....THE INTRIGUE......i loved fucked up cults. I loved fucked up shit. I hate my mom. thank u.

EVERYTHING BY @leftski-if bro......the softness of orcs......leftski gets it. everyday i thank them for my FUCKING life. (wolfsbane has werewolf shit, and as you know i am. Gay. About. It.)

VIRTUE'S END by @virtues-end you already fucking know who the fuck i am unwell about if you read the rest of this god damn list. dont fucking @ me. (barghest best helvling)

VENDETTA by @vendetta-if ok hear me out guys. have i mentioned the i love crime. that i love being a nasty crime boy? well jokes on you fucker im a vigilante.

THE KING'S HOUND by @the-kingshound Mordred is my fucking son and if anything happens to him i will kill everyone in this room and then myself.

BASTARD OF CAMELOT by @llamagirl28 the drama.....the fucking drama......my mordred, a literal ten year old has their shit together better than his fucking parents. this is my fucking soap opera. i have my fucking popcorn at the ready.

THE BALLAD OF DEVILS CREEK by @devilscreekballad Okay no jokes, i absolutely and genuinely hope the author of this IF gets to be in a better spot financially and health wise. This IF is so fucking phenomenal and the dedication to the time period without shirking away from sensitive topics is honestly insane. i absolutely wish them the best. 🌻

And finally, what might be the first twine if i ever played-

SCOUT by @anya-dev im crying. im scratching at the floorboards. im crawling on the walls. im barking in a cage. scout is such a fucking interesting post apoc story. the reason is unclear but at the time of the story it doesnt particularly matter. but at the same time it does so much. i want to know SO MUCH. Oliver was the fucking blueprint for my god damn brainrot.

[suekreandtheidiots]

Teenage Squad

Any time I get into Hallie and Lance's teenage saga, it probably appears like it was only the two of them plus their friend Cal, but that wasn't at all the case - many others shaped their young lives and I actually have quite a bunch of their classmates on my mind with whom they 'ruled the school' together.

Some of them are these lads. This is just a noseless doodle but I still think they're cute. 😂 They are on their post graduation vacation here. Lance had plans to come with them but once it was certain that his pa would not survive the Summer of 2006, he dropped out and stayed home.

I mentioned Cal here and there already. His full name is Calum Hamish Fitzgibbons (*November 6th 1987) and he was a nice kid, actually. A teenager of his time, with the appropriate brush of occasional overconfidence, because he had the looks and the wit. A lot of his peers just looked up to him... literally, because at sixteen, Cal was already 6'4 ft tall (topped out at 6'7 ft). Cal wasn't bad, he was just spoiled. His parents are quite wealthy and he was used to getting whatever he wanted, without having to put in any effort. That being said, when he was pining for Hallie, he kinda just expected that she would see the light one day, but he never dared to make an actual move to win her over. Partly because he didn't see the necessity, and also because romantic feelings for a friend are an awkward thing sometimes. When she didn't just fall for him like he had hoped, and even picked his best friend over him during his absence, he was raging for several reasons. Being a bad person isn't one of them... but a male (teenage) ego is often a fragile one.

Mark McGrath (*February 7th 1987) had to repeat 8th grade and somehow started hanging out with the cool kids of the year. Mark was a cool, calm and collected fella, never as loud and obnoxious as others, but well, how do they say? Still waters run deep. Mark was the one to ask for "special favours", such as getting weed/speed/acid/whatnot. Mark knew everyone and everything. Mark was the guy one would call if they had to get rid of a body. Mark never judged. Mark just did what had to be done. Mark was... remarkable. There is not much else to say, actually... which is kinda due to the fact that not even his closer friends ever got to know him on a super deep level and just enjoyed hanging out with the easygoing guy he was.

Timothy "Tim" Irvine (*March 3rd 1988) was the good soul of the gang. Very outspoken, not shy to voice his opinions, but where others of the same age just blurted out with whatever came to their minds at the moment, Tim actually thought about what he said. True friend material, always eager to understand both sides in an argument and staying respectful, even when mad. Didn't love what Lance did behind Cal's back while they were away on vacation, but was very willing to cut his friend some slack. Was definitely not okay with the way Cal, Fozzy and Mark wanted to pay Lance back and had a little fall out with them as well. Last person of the former gang that Lance sent a message to ("I'm alright, thanks. Take care, mate!"), after the blow up, and before they all went their separate ways in late Summer 2006.

It's hard to sum up Lowell "Fozzy" Foster (* September 17th 1987) in just a few sentences... he was an experience. Not at all a bad kid either, but... well, let's just say that Fozzy's loyalty and integrity had limits, namely any time he sensed that there could be something in for him, when there was a lass he liked involved... or when doing the right thing was simply too much of a hassle. Aside from all this, Fozzy was a music freak, too, which is what always brought him and Lance back together, despite their quarrels. In the end, Fozzy enjoyed being with his friends most... even if he should've had looked up a thing or two about what friendship actually means, but well. They had all been young and dumb after all.

[cebwrites]

shimmy shimmy hello o/ i've been reading your stuff lately, several of your works have been stuck in my mind on repeat. good food. i figured i could try sending something haha. soo how about some headcanons with a reader who's a sibling figure with asl- they're just hanging out and reader suddenly starts crying because hey wow they love their brothers so much damn. just a sweet lil thing because same. if you don't feel super inspired thats fine no worries <:) <3 -B☆

hi B, you didn’t specify what age they’d be so i went with younger~ i’d love to know which of my works are living rent free in your head if you don’t mind sharing 👀🤲🤲

Reader being overwhelmed with love for their brothers (ASL Trio)

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Ace immediately freaks out, we all know this boy deflects and/or ignores negative feelings like a champ so no doubt it’d be even worse when he was a kid - he’s trying his best to be at your side, but the lad’s completely out of his element here, Ace would much rather leave it to the other two and cheer you up once your tears were dry

Sabo is the most level headed out of the three stooges, immediately asking what’s wrong and trying to soothe your tears as you blubber an explanation to him - you hear Ace’s confused “Haa??” but he’s whacked with Sabo’s pipe before he can impulsively voice how dumb he thinks that reasoning is - Sabo doesn’t quite understand how this happened either, but he’s here to rub your back and let you get gross snot on his shoulder (to a degree) anyway, because that’s what brothers do

Luffy is, surprisingly or maybe even unsurprisingly, the one who’s most in tune to his emotions, so he’s immediately on you, arms wrapping several times around your little bodies and refusing to let go until “__ feels better!” or Sabo and Ace pried him off

After Sabo explains that the reason for your tears wasn’t a bad thing, Luffy’s still a little bit huffy, and Ace a smidge awkward as he tries to avoid eye contact, but you take their hands and reassure them that it’s fine, that you cried because you loved them so much and loved being their sibling

Ace recoils on instinct, getting another whack from Sabo, this time it causes the two of them to break out into a squabble that you and Luffy watch from the sidelines, laughing at their antics 

Luf turns to you after a little bit and asks if you’re really alright, though, but when you smile at him and ruffle his hair, he beams bright and leaps up to join the other boys in their tussle - you take a minute to watch them roll around in the grass, wind in your hair and their shadows cast by the setting sun dancing with every movement

It’s only when you hear Ace talking shit that you throw yourself into the fray too, grinning mischievously with your weapon of choice and charging at him while Luffy and Sabo held down one of Ace’s arms respectively

The outcome of this grand battle is yet to be decided <3

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flatmate!matty w his mates and it’s girlie who took the picture

yeahhhhhh ok it's definitely a pre-dating era pic (shaved head ross gave it away. like carbon dating. also if ross ever shaves his head again i'll delete my whole blog bc what would even be the point anymore), but you guys are living together. actually, i wonder if this is a pic from the last night out back home, before you and matty moved to london - you're like "wait matty let me take a pic of you and the boys as a little memento it would be so cute. we could put it on our fridge", and matty (tipsy) gets all daydreamy about the way you said "our fridge" and the inherent domesticity of it and how he really fucking likes the sound of you saying "our" like you're a couple. he's like "yeah good idea darlin'. oi! lads! squish in for a pic", and the boys all gather together so you can snap a photo, to which you react like "awww, this is cute! thanks boys, sorry for interrupting your respective seshes lol". george is like "oh we're not doing a second one with you in it? i think we should. you're one of the boys at this point babe, let's face it lol"; matty's like "shut the fuck up george, she's not one of the boys" and you're lowkey like oi wtf offended i am a Crucial part of this group before matty stands behind you and wraps his arms around you to kiss your cheek like "she's my girl". naturally, your heart fucking stops, and - although you know he doesn't mean it in that way - you relax into matty's hold a little more and have to bite your lip to keep from grinning (you're also Inebriated) at the thought of actually being his girl(friend). and george is like "you mean 'our girl', yeah? everyone loves her, not just you, mate", and you're like "aww g, you little sap" while matty's like "yeah obv i know that" - immediately after he says that, though, he leans down to whisper "but not as much as i love you". before you can react, though, he's let go of your waist in favour of your hand like "come on, let's get another drink" (because he's lowkey freaking out that he crossed the line. you wish he would cross it even further) <3

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Happy New Year!

How I think different wrestlers would ring in the New Year with their boo:

Eddie Kingston:

"Hey, sweet cheeks! Are you ready to go? Mox is texting me asking where we..."

He stops talking when you walk out in a skin tight low cut dress. He licks his lips as you finish putting in your earrings and bend over to grab your purse.

"We don't have to go if you would rather have our own party"

You laugh and grab your leather jacket before grabbing his hand and dragging him out to the car anyway.

"Come on, Eddie Bear! We will have our own party after midnight. It's time to go hang out with our friends and be social for a bit."

Eddie pouts before opening your door and smacking your ass as you got in. You roll your eyes and let him drive you two over to Mox's house. You play games and gossip with Renee until the countdown where Eddie spins you into his arms and dips you as the clock turns midnight. You kiss him passionately and giggle as he stands you back upright.

"I love you, sweetheart. Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year, handsome! I love you too!"

Hook:

The two of you are out at a club with the Lads and their respective partners. The boys got a VIP table, and drinks were flowing. Hook stood a few feet away as you talked to Anthony's partner and started dancing to the music.

Bowens puts his arm around Hook and smirks, seeing him staring at the two of you. "It's so great to see them getting along so well."

Hook looks up at Anthony and nods before sipping his drink and walking over to you. Bowens shakes his head as he winks at his partner dancing with you and gestures for him to come over.

You see Hook walking over as you feel your dance partner lean down and whisper in your ear. "Looks like our men can't survive without us. See you later."

You laugh and wave him off before turning your attention to your boyfriend walking over, sipping his drink.

"Well, hello there, stranger. Wanna dance?"

Without saying a word, he sets down his drink and takes your hand, twirling you around before wrapping his arms around you from behind. You look over your shoulder and guide his lips down to yours for a quick kiss.

"Oh, were you jealous that you didn't have my attention, baby?"

He kisses you again and pulls you closer by the hips slowly grinding his hips into your ass and you dance to the music.

"Maybe, or maybe I was getting turned on watching you dance, and I wanted to see up close and personal."

You smirk before pretending to drop something and leaning over to shake your ass for him. He groans as he checks the time.

"Do we really have to stay til midnight? It's already 11:30. That's close enough right?"

You smirked as you turned around, making sure to push your chest up against him.

"I really want to do shots with everyone at midnight and then get my New Year's kiss. Then we can go home, I promise.

He bit his lip as his eyes dipped down to your cleavage, then back up to your lips.

"Okay, babe, but after midnight, I'm gonna carrying you out of this club and have my way with you in the car."

You gasp and put your hand over your heart dramatically.

"Public indecency? Is that how you treat a lady?"

He smirks and grabs two handfuls of your ass kissing you passionately.

"Only with my favorite lady in the streets, who's a freak in the sheets."

Ricky Starks:

Lights are flashing, and music is blaring in your house as you and Ricky's friends are partying to celebrate the New Year. You smile watching your boyfriend pretend to DJ and pump everyone up. He grabs the mic and seems to search the crowd until he locks eyes with you. He starts one of your favorite songs.

"This one goes out to the woman who made tonight possible and makes my heart skip a beat every time she winks at me. Come on over, my pretty little lady."

You wink before dancing your way over to him and running your fingers up and under his shirt teasing his abs as you kiss him. He grabs your ass before turning you around and gently pushing your lower back, encouraging you to lean over and shake your ass for him. A few of your friends whistle as you put your hands on your knees to drop it low and twerk. He turns around and twerks against you until you realize it and turn around, grinding against his ass.

You make a couple more rounds, saying hi to everyone and checking on food and drinks before you feel arms wrap around you and kisses on your shoulder.

"It's almost countdown time, baby. Let's get ready."

You nod and grab a glass of champagne for each of you as you walk out onto your balcony. The countdown begins, so you and Ricky cuddle up as the clock ticks down. You clink your glasses together and take a drink before leaning in for your New Year's kiss as the fireworks and poppers go off around you. Ricky keeps you close as you pull away from the kiss.

"Happy New Year, baby girl."

"Happy New Year, babe. Now, how long are we going to let our friends stay? I could use a visit from Stroke Daddy."

He dramatically shivers and kisses you again before whispering against your lips.

"They probably won't even notice if Steoke Daddy takes you right here on the balcony."

You blush and push your hand against his chest, lightly pulling away from him.

"I'm sure they are, but come find me when you want to take the party to the bedroom."

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OKAY The Whispering Skull 3/3 liveblog LET'S GO

- oh wow they dont even plan the library heist. they just do it. its barely even a heist they walk in and the thing isnt locked. fittes agency aint the brightest huh

- quill kipps doing the most conspicuous trailing of the team. brother you are so pathetic. ily. you have no sense for subterfuge.

- NIGHT CAB DRIVER NEW FAV CHARACTER lockwood rly went "50 pounds to misdirect the cab behind" and after making sure they arent criminals the driver is like "i can brake check him. i can double back and crash into him. if you want. for that kind of money" quill kipps you were so close to a life changing traffic accident on account of cabbies being underpaid

- Lockwood STOP yelling at George it make me sad :( Lucy is right he is feeling left out

- The amount of times these children use bombs to solve problems. Mirror heist? Bomb flare distraction. People pointing guns at you? Bomb flare free ghost distraction. We get told these things cost a fortune and yet they use them so often.

- The Dril tweet about budgeting and candles. That but its Lockwood and mag flares

- Sir Rupert is very well written and very cool. I also hate him with my life. Nasty, nasty man.

- Oh Lucy and Lockwood just. They just throw themselves off a! eight story building into the Thames. They're going to get so unwell from this. There's no way they didn't swallow a little bit of water when they broke the surface. Jesus Christ that's how you get cholera

- Oh George isnt home yet. Oh hes absolutely going to go find Joplin. Oh god.

- OH NO HE HAS

- Bringing the skull to Kensel Green. Good. More of the skull on adventures it always rules

- YEAHHH KIPPS TEAM. KAT, NED AND BOBBY WORKING WITH LOCKWOOD. FUCK YES.

- The Skull calling out to Bickerstaff and getting no response is kinda sad but also. Something very vindicating that this servant boy who was manipulated into doing awful things becoming a powerful ghost after his death, and the man obsessed with death who killed so many and manipulated the boy into doing terrible things becoming a shadow of himself in death, his worst qualities and obsessions compacted into this terrifying but also kind of... pathetic thing.

- Kipps stepping in and trying to protect George from Joplin. Sarcastic banter with Lucy. Shouting at Joplin to leave George and her alone. You ARE capable of being a good human being I'm so proud

- God, Lucy thinking George was dead those few minutes is heartbreaking. These kids need therapy for the shit they go through.

- Lucy admitting she can talk to type threes and she has one and Joplin not believing her. I wonder if Kipps remembers her saying this later on or thinks it was just a desperate last attempt at stopping Joplin from killing them.

- George standing up suddenly when they thought he was dead and everyone freaking the FUCK out only for him to tackle Joplin and attack. KING. BEST CHARACTER.

- Lucy driving back the ghost with a iron chain and nothing else shes so fucking cool. Ignore that she accidentally took out a chunk of Kipps' hair. It was kind of funny.

- BLATANTLY TALKING TO SKULL IN FRONT OF JOPLIN AND KIPPS. KIPPS IF YOU DONT REMEMBER THIS OR BRING THIS UP IM GONNA LOSE IT.

- Skull reverse psychology-ing Lucy into smashing the mirror. You DO like her.

- Lockwood rolling the dice with whether or not Joplin's gun works. Therapy. NOW.

- Quill telling Lucy about what its like losing your talents and giving into fear... God. I want to hug him.

- Lockwood asking to split the job commission 30/70 because of Quills teams' help and letting go of the bet because of his respect for the team after what they went through.... Hes A Good Lad. I want them all to be friends

- George, Lockwood and Lucy apologizing to one another and talking about their conflict. I'm so proud. Communication win.

- YES THE REVEAL OF GEORGES GLASSES HAVING NO LENSES WHEN HE LOOKED IN THE MIRROR one of my fav moments in the series so clever and so funny

- I'm glad Lockwood leaves the decision about keeping the Skull to Lucy. Hes right, she is the one most affected by it, and I'm glad his enthusiasm for the skull making them fame and fortune that he had at the start of this book has been curbed by his concern and care for her

- YES THEYRE TALKING ABOUT THE LYRE SYMBOL ON THE BOX AND THE GOGGLES. THE ORPHEUS SOCIETY

- OOOOOH LOCKWOODS SHOWING THEM THE ROOM LOCKWOODS SHOWING THEM JESSICA'S ROOM

- CLIFFHANGER ENDING I REMEMBER THIS

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okay so i have a newfound appreciation for this book. I don't know what it is, or why, but I enjoyed going back through it a lot this time and I'm really glad i decided to give it another chance. I really enjoyed all of the character development and all the stuff with Quills team and I am SO excited to start the next book.

Because!!! Next up is The Hollow Boy!!!! My favourite book!!!!, Holly's debut!!! I AM SO EXCITED!!!

[multi-lefaiye]

unnamed kitty cat wip worldbuilding

hey gamers it's time for me to talk about the kibbies

not sure who to tag but uhhh if you wanna hear more about the kibbies. this is your one-stop shop for that.

so the basic premise for this world is that it's another post-apocalyptic fantasy, this time one focusing on animals. specifically cats, but other animals probably have their own shit going on and would make appearances now and then.

anyway, this story focuses on three colonies of cats (i've gone back and forth between calling them clowders and colonies, but for now i'm going with colonies) living in the remains of what was once a bustling coastal city. there are still humans alive and around in this world, but they've long since abandoned this place and the cats don't really know what humans are. the city isn't full of just cats, though--it's also full of monsters, which the cats struggle to live alongside.

these cats, with time, adapted to their environment and circumstances to become, as i affectionately call them, funky little freaks. the obvious difference is that they're intelligent enough and sentient enough to form their own little societies, but there's more! we'll get into that.

so what are each of the colonies? more info on them under the cut! it's important to note that these are by and large generalizations about each group, and there are exceptions to everything i say in here.

cadogan colony

the cadogan colony is a group of cats living near the docks, in an area that was once a bustling shipyard. they're incredibly skilled at both swimming and fishing, as one might guess, but there's a catch to that: the water where they are is INCREDIBLY toxic and highly acidic. it's not safe to swim in for most creatures. however, these absolute mad lads do so anyway.

cadogan cats have evolved over time to have a strong resistance to the poison in their waters, as well as to the high acidity in the water. they're not completely fine swimming for long periods of time, but they can tolerate it much better than anyone else.

another thing that makes cadogan cats stand out is that, even among the smart funky cats in this world, they're VERY smart little beasts. one thing they've become very skilled at is determining which fish are safe to eat, and which ones are too full of toxins. even if they have a strong resistance to most poisons, they're careful to avoid ingesting too much of it directly.

and finally, cadogan cats have developed some physical mutations, most notably a very thick, water-resistant coat, thick tails to help them steer in the water, and webbed feet to help them swim. also, they have third eyelids like alligators. little freaks (affectionate).

haverford colony

the haverford colony is a group of cats living near the outskirts of the city, on the opposite side from the cadogan's. they specifically live at the edges of a swathe of forest, making their homes in the branches and occasionally venturing out and into the city for one reason or another. however, they usually stay there.

they tend to be large yet light, with strong legs and prehensile tails that make it easy for them to climb and keep their balance in the trees. haverford cats are usually built like. just absolute powerhouses. getting smacked by a haverford cat will ruin your day. they have a weirdly high bite force for cats, and in general just. they are built for living in the trees and fucking up anything that tries to fuck with them.

in terms of culture, haverford cats have a strong culture of honor and respect. they believe that it's important to always fight fair, especially against other cats, and that all life deserves to be respected and defended. they're BIG on defending those who can't defend themselves and just. honor. respect. strength. being a good person (kitty). those are all big here.

the forest is full of big scary monsters, and the haverford cats pride themselves on fighting back these beasts and keeping them from getting into the city. really, they're the first line of defense against the Forest Horrors in many ways, and this culture of strength is reinforced by that.

maddox colony

the maddox colony is the only one that lives in the city itself, mostly near the edges but occasionally venturing deeper inside. these cats tend to be small and scrappy, built for hiding among the rubble and debris more than fighting in the open. for the most part, maddox cats are incredibly crafty and resourceful, using their environment to their advantage.

combat against what? the horrors <3 there are a lot of monsters in the city limits, many of which are specifically located near the heart of the city. maddox cats are frequently caught in fights against them, and they've adapted to fighting for their lives in close quarters on a near daily basis.

while haverford cats have a culture of honor and respecting one's enemy, maddox cats are just willing to do whatever they have to to survive. they help each other however they can and have strong bonds and loyalty to each other, but they don't extend any of that to the monsters they fight. it's kill or be killed, and maddox cats would prefer the former.

in terms of physical mutations, maddox cats really are little freaks (affectionate). namely, their forepaws are more similar in structure to little hands than little paws, and they have opposable thumbs. they're not human hands, not that far, but they're fully capable of grabbing objects and using tools. maddox cats are excellent at crafting, mostly making items for defense against the monsters.

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misc. notes:

the different colonies have a loose alliance with each other and will help each other in their time of need, but for the most part they're focused on themselves.

there are no rules against interbreeding in the colonies or breeding with cats outside the colonies. why would you care about that when there's monsters everywhere? come on now.

the colonies also have different religious beliefs for the most part, but i will admit i haven't put a lot of thought into that element yet.

yes, these cats say fuck. maddox cats swear the most and haverford cats swear the least.

there is a thriving trade/bartering economy going on among the colonies, primarily consisting of the maddox colony trading for food with the other two in exchange for the cool gadgets they make.

the maddox aren't super technologically advanced, but they're pretty smart and use what they have to great effect.

on that note, kitty mobility aids do exist in this universe. north is going to have a leg brace eventually, made for them by maddox cats.

[almond-milkyway]

Rottmnt headcannons because burnout

🐢- Donnie and Leo would play with legos when they were little and anytime the bricks would get stuck together they’d get raph to separate them with the good ole snaggletooth. Donnie still plays with legos to make test models but it’s mainly because he loves legos

🐢- Mikey and Raph would stay up under a blanket and Raph would read him stories with a flashlight, they still do this sometimes when either of them can’t sleep

🐢- Mikey loves collecting crystals, he knows all their names and loves the iridescent ones the most, he gives his brothers their favourite colour ones and they cherish them, they have their own space on their shelves.

🐢- Leo has a very thorough skincare routine, his skin gets dry very easily so he moisturises often, sometimes Raph will join him and Leo will use his products on him since they have similar problems with their skin, but Leo has some special products for Raph when he joins him.

🐢- Raph fuckin LOVES cherries. Sometimes he just eats them pip and all and Mikey freaks the fuck out thinking he’s gonna die. Red lad will just pop them one after another, Donnie has to stop him and get him to remove the pips because he eats them so damn much

🐢- Donnie looks like the type to really like drinking water. Like he just finds it so tasty even tho it’s completely tasteless. (No I’m not projecting wym) Bros drinking the family out of house and home

🐢- Raph is a flower dad. They’re the only delicate things he can take care of that don’t run away from him. He names them all but his favourites are two of his oldest plants which are a common corn flag and a white bearded iris. He’s named them Tomahawk (Tommy) and Greaser (Big G) respectively. Will hang Leo up to dry if he dares makes fun of his babies. Donnie managed to make artificial sunlight for them because, well you don’t get a lot of sunlight in the sewers. He’ll take them out with him and leave them on a rooftop for a day so they get some natural sunlight too, as a treat.

🐢-Leo can’t whistle properly, he can whistle one or two notes but can’t hold them for long and he doesn’t know why, and it pisses him off massively. Practices regularly.

🐢-Mikey has fallen asleep with his kusari-fundō and it’s went haywire due to a nightmare. He has a place on his desk to put it now so he doesn’t forget

[plummyplums]

Hello Plummy. Free ticket to talk about your blorbos because I would like to hear about them please 👀

Ok it took me a few days to figure out how I wanted to answer this (goodness there's so much I could say about so many fellas) but I finally decided on doing a lil stream-of-consciousness about the fella you followed me for, Freakazoid! He's the one who currently is taking up the most space in my mind, after all.

I might do more posts about other blorbos later, but this one got so long that I decided to split it all up, even with the cut XD

Random Thoughts: He's my lil guy, just a lil fella! He has so much "annoying brother" energy to me, it's adorable. In my head, he and Dex become more like brothers in a month than Dex and Duncan have been in years. I'm not gonna get into it, but my biggest Blorbo Thoughts are nearly always angst and hurt/comfort, and that does apply here, though it's tough when we have so little canon info on how he works. I'm actually pretty neutral on Dexter; he's a good lad, but he doesn't give my brain the Happy Chemicals like Freak does. I have to actively remind myself to include him in stuff 😭

Not them, but our favorite blue menace has also given me the annoying habit of unconsciously sticking my tongue out, so now I have to actively stop myself from doing that.

Headcanons: I see him as like, a combo of Dexter, some garbage code from the chip, and The Internet Itself. Their existence is incredibly confusing, and I continue to curse the network for failing their show. I like fan ideas of them both having spaces in their mind and communicating through their thoughts, so I keep those in my interpretation. They have the Freakazone, the "Dexterzone" (Dex is on the fence about the name, it's essentially a recreation of his room), and a middle-ground that they can both access. Upon switching, they’ll “spawn” in their respective room and can do whatever from there, and they’ll both be in the mindscape when the body sleeps or is unconscious, no matter who was out.  They’re capable of “locking” their personal room, preventing the other from entering for a time.  No matter where they are, they’re capable of seeing/hearing what the body sees/hears, though they can choose not to.  The mindscape can only be affected by whoever is in it at a given time, and they can add spaces at will, but they’re temporary and usually go away when whoever made them goes out.

I headcanon them as both having ADHD, and having the whole of the internet stuffed in your brain makes it only that much harder to focus. I mean, imagine juggling quite literally millions of thoughts at any given time, 99.9% of which aren't yours and are just the product of what everyone on Earth is looking up. No wonder Freak is considered "crazy". The amount of global internet traffic actually affects his focus; more traffic, more thoughts, more difficulty concentrating. Dex learned binary and basic coding in a period of hyperfixation, and he is constantly starting and stopping things like coding projects, plans to upgrade his computer, transcribing things into binary, learning about various topics, etc. Rejection-sensitive dysphoria makes it hard for him to approach people, considering how he's treated by his peers, but he does his best and would really like to make friends!

They both love cats, I know they do. Mr. Chubbykins may be the family cat, sure, but he's Dexter's cat at heart. Younger Dex picked him out at the shelter, named him, and spoils him enough that his name still applies. Freak is influenced heavily by the internet, and even since the early days, the internet has always loved cats. He's more prone to trying to put poor Chubbykins in little outfits (which Dexter heavily discourages) than actually taking care of him. On that topic: Dexter is a cat person, Freak is a "it's in my vicinity and I can pet it" person.

AU Time: I've actually been poking at the idea of an AU where Freak was the human and Dex was the being created by the chip, a roleswap. Freddie Douglas (someone told his parents that they shouldn't name their second child alliteratively when the whole family is like that already) exists in Dexter's place, and he's pretty much just Freak but mellowed to a degree. He's a gymnast, wrestler, and tech enthusiast, but more generalized to all electronic devices, not just computers. He just likes working with his hands, really. It's nerdy enough for Duncan to still give him trouble, though.

The Pinnacle Chip creates Poindexter (working name), a genius mad scientist type. While Freakazoid is the fleeting, scattered, attention- and entertainment-seeking nature of the internet, Poindexter is the academically collaborative, logical, and organizational nature of it. Despite being very different, they both encompass parts of it. He's a very cerebral superhero, and he's always thinking 50 steps ahead to problem-solve and protect people. Heck, he can read 3 textbooks in an hour and absorb everything in them. He's full of fun facts that he loves to share and is more socially awkward than his counterpart. Don't get me wrong though, he still loves to have fun and is a bit of a trickster! He just has more self-control. And also telekinesis.

[arsenalgbt]

Wilo complimented the photo of the baby and Ben genuinely had a moment where he thought about lying and saying it was his godson. He felt guilty about that all day and beat himself up about it. When Ben rejects Wilo’s sexual advances, Wilo is an angel about it and backs off completely. It drives Ben insane because is Wilo playing hard to get like pre-baby Ben would have done or is he actually a nice and respectful guy? Ben knows who he thinks Wilo is, knows who he needs and wants Wilo to be but he’s not entirely certain that the reality matches up. He drives Ben crazy.

Ben getting pregnant was an accident. He’d seen Leo do it and thought no chance but that’s because he never saw himself settling down or anything. Leo and KT had their first kid young (I am desperate to drop that lore on you ngl) and it had left Ben kind of scarred. He was in his young and reckless phase, dragging Dec out as often as could and ignoring anyone who recommended he slowed down. Kalvin had always been around – when Dec didn’t come out, Kalvin was Ben’s second call meaning he went out with Kalvin a lot. They’d hooked up a lot and Kalvin had always toyed with Ben a little bit, saying that when they were ready to settle down that they would. That they should get a house and have a kid and be the couple in their friend group that people were jealous of. Kalvin only talked about it when they were tipsy, he had sold Ben a dream long before their casual sex turned into a full fling and Ben got knocked up. Ben went to the doctor with what he thought was a nasty vomiting bug only to learn he was pregnant – Kalvin hadn’t taken care of him when he was sick, just sent him a text saying to let him know when he was better. Ben didn’t freak out when he found out because he thought he had Kalvin, he thought it would be okay and had even considered doing a cute pregnancy announcement. Instead he just blurted it out as soon as possible the next time he saw Kalvin who reacted positively and seemed fine. Ben woke up the next morning to a note from Kalvin saying he was sorry but he couldn’t do it and was fine with whatever choices Ben made. Ben tried to call him but Kalvin ignored him and had seemingly deactivated all his social media accounts. A few weeks later, he’d hear through the grape vine that Kalvin was in Manchester and pretended to have known. Even though Kalvin was gone, Ben still thought he would come back and kept the baby because he knew that someday Kalvin would come back to him. It was when he was laying in the hospital bed, with Kieran holding his son in the chair by his bed, that Ben realised it wasn’t going to happen. He realised he was alone in that moment and once again Kieran was kind enough to keep his mouth shut about the breakdown he witnessed Ben having.

Dec, Leo and KT all know the baby is Kalvin’s baby even if Ben claims it was just some random hook up. Around the time of Ben getting pregnant, he’d been texting more and seemed lighter and even declined Dec’s invitation to go out which all of them thought was suspicious. They assumed that when he sent a text saying he needed to talk to all of them that he would tell them he was in a relationship but it was actually him announcing his pregnancy  and lying to them about who the father was. Kalvin mysteriously leaving London had seemed odd at the time but based on how bitter Ben was when his name came up, the lads were able to put two and two together. They pretend for Ben’s sake not to know anything.

SCREAMING PLS SEND ME KTROSSARD LORE ON A SEPARATE ASK PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS with how much u overshadowing ben's "jealousy" towards what ktrossard have LMAO are ktrossard actually married or just partners??????

back to ben's lore

do you think he actually LIKES being pregnant? I think he did like it even when he was all alone. he craves it, misses it, even though he has his 13 months old son growing perfectly every single day. but he likes carrying a life within him I bet 😍😍😍😍😍 ((( like rl ben is so mother hen-like on the pitch towards b and Martin lol ))) >>> obviously kai would confide to him. they're in a somehow less ideal predicament compared to Leo, who's happy and is in a team working towards the same goal with KT.

but pls, spill what makes ben will finally FINALLY give in and start trusting/allowing willo to date him? just the little step... what is it...

also smh kalvin spouting promises he never intended to keep........... he just liked being pampered by ben I knew it............ mommy issue from Kalvin's side............ of course!!!!!!