#cross posted from my twt

[cowboythighs]

little alpha eddie finds lost omega steve in the woods while playing in the rain. his baby alpha instincts kick in and he decides he needs to protect this little lost sheep.

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little alpha eddie finds lost omega steve in the woods while playing in the rain. his baby alpha instincts kick in and he decides he needs to protect this little lost sheep.

little alpha!eddie loved playing in the woods behind the trailer park. he knew that technically wayne had said he wasn’t supposed to go into the woods. but wayne had made that rule when he was a baby, and he was eight now! he was totally old enough to go on adventures by himself now!

he put on his oldest, dirtiest pair of tennis shoes (knowing if they got dirtier it wouldn’t be noticeable) and his rain jacket pulling the hood over his head and donning the role of strider setting off on his quest to find lost hobbits!

eddie splashed his way through the woods, pulling out his imaginary bow to shoot orca from trees and pulling out his invisible sword to fight off the ring wraiths! he was in the midst of a particularly fierce battle when he heard sniffling nearby.

eddie paused, listening, and heard the sound again. it was harder to smell in the rain, but if he tried really hard it was there- the faint smell of distressed omega.

eddie followed the sounds and smell to a massive fallen tree and found a little pup curled up underneath its shelter, crying quietly.

“hey,” eddie called out, approaching slowly, nose scrunching up as the distressed scent got stronger. the pup looked up, startled.

“it’s okay,” eddie assured him, squatting down a few feet away so that he was eye level with the little omega. “you don’t need to be scared. i’m eddie.”

“i’m steve,” the omega replied with a particularly big sniff. eddie wished he had a tissue.

“what are you doing out here all by yourself?” eddie asked, looking around and confirming that there were no adults around. “babies aren’t supposed to be in the woods by themselves. my uncle wayne told me so.”

steve looked up with a scowl, tears momentarily forgotten.

“i’m not a baby. i’m almost seven. and you’re by yourself too!”

eddie hummed in the way adults always did when he could tell they wanted to correct him but couldn’t be bothered.

“yeah, but i’m eight,” eddie said as if that settled things.

steve’s reply was cut off by a particularly fierce bout of shivering.

“you don’t have a jacket,” eddie pointed out. “you should go home and get one.”

“i can’t,” steve wailed, scenting heavily of despair, “i’m lost! i don’t know where home is and now i’ll never be able to find my nest again!”

“hey, it’s okay,” eddie scooted closer to throw his arm around steve’s shoulders. “it’s not like we’re in mordor or anything. this is just the Old Forest, we’re still close to the Shire.”

“the shire?” steve asked, confused.

“yeah, that means we’re not far from home, so you don’t need to be scared. plus i already killed off all the bad guys so we’re safe.”

“you killed bad guys?” steve looked shocked.

“it’s okay,” eddie assured him. “it’s just pretend. you can come home with me though, i’ll keep you safe! and when my uncle wayne gets home from work he can find your home! he’s really good at finding things. he finds my toys and my socks for me all the time!”

“okay,” steve sniffled through the last of his tears and stood up, and took eddie’s outstretched hand, ready to follow him all the way back to the Shire.

when they made it back to Forest Hills Trailer Park, eddie pulled steve into his trailer and helped him strip out of his wet clothes and put them in the washer with his own.

“you know how to do laundry?” steve asked sounding surprised, leaning in closer to smell eddie. “but aren’t you an alpha? my dad says alphas don’t do laundry.”

“your dad sounds like a bad alpha. sorry!” eddie quickly apologized. “my uncle wayne just says that alphas should be able to take care of themselves and their omega too.”

“woah,” steve said, looking at eddie in awe. “is your uncle an alpha?”

“no,” eddie said, leading steve to his room to pick out dry clothes. “he’s an omega. he’s also like, the best person ever. if you’re still scared we can take some toys and go lay in his nest. i’ve got action figures and race cars and teddy bears.”

“i’m not scared,” steve insisted putting on eddie’s too-big pajamas. “but i guess we could go lay in your uncles nest if you are.”

“okay, grab a toy and follow me.” eddie said, taking steve’s hand for good measure after he picked up eddie’s biggest teddy. he took steve right to the center of the nest, giggling when steve burrowed in and let out a little purr.

“it’s good, right?” eddie said as he breathed in deep. “uncle wayne smells like a campfire marshmallows.”

steve hummed his agreement. “you smell nice too. like cinnamon and christmas trees.”

eddie’s cheeks grew hot. “you smell better now. you were sour in the forest, but now you smell like an orange.”

steve blushed and hugged his teddy bear tighter. “can you hug me while i go to sleep? my nanny always hugs me until i go back to sleep when i have scary dreams.”

“sure,” eddie scoots closer and wraps his arms around steve, “you’re safe now. uncle wayne will be home soon and he can find your house. or you could just stay here and live with us! we could be friends. i’ve never had a friend before; i bet it’s even better than pretend ones!”

steve’s soft little snore was the only answer, but eddie didn’t need a reply. something in his chest clicked when he held steve and he knew that they’d have forever to talk once steve woke up, because steve was his and he was steves. eddie snuggled in closer and let his own sleepy lids flutter shut. he fell asleep wondering if steve would rather be legolas or frodo next time they ventured into the woods of middle earth; no doubt in his mind that they would share their next adventure together.

[rwnjun]

lesbians ….. LESBIANS …….

[spidercvnt]

these tweets reminded me sm of spiderdads i couldn’t resist

[dea011]

dazatsu long distance

[strawberijasper]

“Izuocha would be better if they were both girls,” I say into the mic.

The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence in the room.

“He’s right,” they say. I look for the owner of the voice. there in the fifth row stands: transgirl Deku.

[fairysylveon]

[transimailisa]

good yukilisa night

[turrondeluxe]

[wrishwrosh]

made the extremely vulnerable mistake of rewatching all of the lord of the rings while bone tired on a work trip and now im revisiting. rereading. reinhabiting my most deranged covid self

[grailknightmonty]

can i offer you a galactic avian/star-canaryborne Jimmy in these trying times

something about the vastness of the space in the Aether lends itself well to the idea that there are a wide variety of subspecies of starborne the farther you travel, made from stars of all different compositions, that their appearences start to become reminiscent of the creatures of the Overworld, if not maybe even other realms entirely

[romanceddawn]

usually when i think about or see heartshipping its pretty fluffy and healthy but…what if toxic 👉👈

yugi, who's repressing his anger and sadness post canon and needs some kind of outlet and ryou, who feels like he's fading away without someone there to keep him in the moment

ryou just taking whatever yugi wants to do, any dangerous kink or fetish idea he has he's down for, crying quietly whenever yugi goes overboard and gets too mean but never uses a safeword because at least he feels real and present when hes hurting under yugi

and yugi, of course, recognizes this and always feels so so guilty and awful but hes so scared of talking about it because that would mean admitting that hes being an asshole, so they just never talk and it just consistently gets worse between them until their friends talk them into breaking up

[remma-demma]

TRANSFEM G'RAHA!

Young upstart who hasn’t thought much about his identity past his studies.

A century of the most literal depersonalization one could go through.

Coming out the other side literally reborn & more alive than ever.

G’raha grew up around a bunch of nerdy scholars, so gender was never really enforced one way or another. He was like. My identity is Archon :) I guess I’m like, a boy but idrk what that means. Tia, yeah sure, whatever. If that's what you say!

As the Exarch, the entire goal was to not have their own identity. To become a figurehead and ultimately sacrifice themself which like. Doesn’t inspire a ton of introspection. I’ll be dead anyways, why does it matter who I was. (In reality this was a pretty convenient excuse to just push all of these thoughts under the rug for… a century. You know how it is)

And when they get saved N'eph asks, okay but who are you really. I want to know you. Who is G’raha Tia. And he says. Uhh. Hmm,.. I’ve never thought about it. Maybe my identity is being a wol fanboy. Hanging out with you will fix me, surely. Pls take me on your adventures.

When that doesn’t fix him he’s like… uhhhhh… no reason but... N’eph how did you know you were trans. And N’eph goes, “well, I just knew I wasn’t a woman” And G’raha goes

The Final Days really made him question things. He had just now began to accept the fact that he deserved a place in the history books, but as G'raha Tia? He ignored it though, because it seemed less important than the end of the world.

Ultima Thule was when she realized. The Omicron feeling lost and without self after their mission was accomplished sounded eerily similar to... just about her entire life. The best advice she had at the time was, "Who we were need not prescribe what we now hold in our hearts."

(Picture on it’s own post)

She promised herself that, when she came back (Because she still has the utmost faith in her wol) she would reinvent herself in a way that made her want to live for herself and not for anyone else. Not for her legacy as the last Allagan, or for her people in the First, or even for N'ephele. Just for her.

Dawntrail is the beginning of the rest of her life :)

[pathogenflock]

come think of it hating cc characters is a LITTLE funny like my worst enemy is a png

[vicontheinternet]

Did the tag fandom racism get blacklisted??? Now that I’m looking at it did racism as a whole get blacklist???

[lastmidtownshowmp3]

His Gabe Friday

[goldenrevelries]

of spiritual dogs and second impressions

an AU wherein Jiang Cheng kept Princess, Love, and Jasmine all the while Wei Wuxian is slowly getting used to being around his shidi's spiritual dogs and only his shidi's spiritual dogs. heads up: jfm isn't really shown in a good light in this drabble so yeah (sorry jfm fans)

"I am sending them away."

Jiang Cheng gapes up to his father, feeling a stone stone suddenly drop in his stomach. "WHAT? THEY ARE MY DOGS!"

His father shakes his head gently, kneeling down to be eye level with Jiang Cheng. "I'm sorry, A-Cheng, but A-Ying is scared of them."

Jiang Cheng wants to tear something apart and run away and kick his stupid father's knee all at once. "THEN SEND HIM AWAY!"

"I cannot do that, A-Cheng, he's family now."

"PRINCESS AND LOVE AND JASMINE ARE FAMILY TOO! WHY CAN'T THEY STAY?! I HATE YOU AND I HATE HIM!"

With one final venomous glare at his father, Jiang Cheng grits his teeth and runs to his room, a sob trying to tear away from his throat. He pushes the door to his room open and closes it with a resounding bang!

Jiang Cheng throws himself onto his bed and clutches a pillow like a lifeline. Valiantly as he can, he tries to hold his tears but, after noticing a purple silk sash he knows belongs to one of his spiritual dogs, the tears streamed down his face.

He doesn't know how long he stayed like that but, eventually, his crying quietens and his shoulders stop shaking; although the stone in his stomach seems to have multiplied and have filled up to his chest, making it hard to breathe.

Jiang Cheng hates this A-Ying—this Wei Ying that ruined his life and Jiang Cheng doesn't want anything to do with him from now on.

A hesitant knock comes from his door but Jiang Cheng ignores it.

The door opens and Jiang Cheng is ready to howl and scream for them to go away with teeth bared but he stops when the barking of puppies—his puppies!—registers.

In surprised elation, Jiang Cheng snaps his head upwards and stares.

"H-h-here-here a-are-here are y-y-our d-!"

The boy—Wei Ying, Jiang Cheng remembers distantly—plops the three puppies onto a shocked Jiang Cheng's lap then runs away, screaming at the top of his lungs.

With an armful of puppies wiggling and yipping hello, Jiang Cheng supposed that this... Wei Ying won't be so bad.

Though, Jiang Cheng pats the heads of his squirming puppies in turn, he doesn't know why Wei Ying ran away screaming away from his dog—Love, Princess, and Jasmine are all sweethearts!