#grumpy cat boi ( t ~ t )

[wizardled]

T owns a Kitty?

What is their relationship?✨

Yup! Her name's Mocca!

T rescued and cured her (She was attacked by another animal...or person maybe?) and she healed him emotionally too. They adopted each other. Now T's mental stability depends on this cat safety.

[rekino2114]

How would the ddlc ladies react to their partner telling motioning them over, only to be kissed on the forehead and called a good girl?

The ddlc girls' reaction to being kissed and praised

M/n:thanks for requesting someth-

A/n:Monika....what are you doing in my author's note?

M/n:it's been ages since you wrote something about me, I just wanted to thank the anon for requesting

A/n:they didn't request you specifically you know?

M/n:I'm sure they did that to not make the other girls feel bad, I'm definitely their favorite

A/n:just get out this is already too long

M/n:No way, not only do you not write anything about me for so long, but you also forbid me from breaking the fourth wall? That's literally my thing

A/n:Fine, I guess you can stay here when I write ddlc stuff if the readers are fine with it

M/n:hehe, good boy

A/n:...........

M/n:what? It fit with the post

Monika

It's me ˆᵕˆ

What did I tell you?

Is confused at first but just giggles and accepts it

She quickly kisses you back, on the lips this time, and you just start making out passionately

She also praises you back for how well you kissed her

"Hm? What is it darling?"

Before Monika could say anything else, you kiss her on the forehead

"Good girl"

She stands there for a second before a teasing smile appears on her face, and she giggles

"Oh, I see. Well, since I'm such a good girl"

She hugs you closer to her and whispers in your ear seductively

"Then you be good too and give me a real kiss"

She kisses you passionately as you two fall on the bed and wrap your arms around each other while making out

Yuri

Yuri.exe stopped working.......genuinely you might have broken her

She was already blushing when you kissed her, and she went the reddest you had ever seen her when you praised her

When her brain fully processed what you just said and did, she just fainted from emotion

"Is something wrong y/n?"

Yuri blushed as you got close, and her cheeks got even hotter when she felt your lips on her forehead

"Good girl"

Her brain short circuited when she heard you say that, she mumbled an incoherent string of words struggling to come up with a response

"E-eh....w-ha d-did you- just......w-what w-why-"

When she finished, she fell on the bed with an even redder face

"A-are you ok yuri?"

Sayori

She blushes for a bit before thanking you and kissing you on the cheek as thanks

Meanwhile, in her mind, she's processing all that:it actually felt really good when you called her good girl, you helped her discover she might have a thing for being praised

After this, she'll try to do more stuff for you in hopes that she'll get praised for it. It's really adorable

"What's up babe?"

"Oh, nothing, just wanted to do this"

You kissed sayori's forehead and she blushed but still kept her beaming smile

"Good girl"

"E-eh?"

"Oh, sorry do you not like that?"

"N-no......actually I kinda liked it.....a lot"

Sayori started playing with her fingers and blushing more, you giggled and pat her head

"You're such a good girl, you know that?"

"T-thanks"

Natsuki

She kinda ignored you when you first motioned her over, but eventually went where you were

She blushed so much when you kissed her, and when you praised her, she might have considered slapping you

She'll try to act mad at you for giving her unprompted affection, but she easily caved when you hugged her and started to cuddle (she's just a grumpy cat fr)

"*sighs* what is it?"

"Finally!"

"If it was something important, you could have used your words"

"Well, you still came so"

You pressed your lips on her forehead and watched as her face became as pink as her hair

"I guess you're still a good girl"

"W-what did you just call me you idiot?"

"Good girl, is there a problem with that?"

"Y-yeah there is, don't call me like that again dummy"

"I dunno, I think you liked it~"

"S-SHUT UP!"

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

A flock of elephants

Written for the November warm-up round of the @steddieholidaydrabbles

Prompt: Bakery AU

Rated: T

CW: some sexual tension and innuendo

Tags: Baker Steve, Rockstar Eddie

Notes: Can be read as a continuation of this microfic

“You don't understand how huge a deal this is, Steve,” Dustin says. He’s wiggling in the passenger seat, trying to take in every bit of their surroundings as they pull up to the concert hall. 

Steve huffs and squints at the signs. There's security and fans and staff everywhere and he can feel a headache coming up. 

"A guy asked me to bake a cake, so what? It's literally what I do for a living, nothing-" 

"A guy asked you to-" Dustin sputters. "Excuse me, what did you say? Eddie Munson commissioned you to bake a replica of his world famous Warlock, do you have any- Do you even know who Eddie Munson is?" 

"Of course I know," Steve grouses. "I don't live under a rock." 

"Oh yeah?" Dustin levels him with an unimpressed look. "Name one of his songs." 

"Please," Steve rolls his eyes. "You're blasting that shit on repeat, it's practically seared into my brain. Especially the one about the elephants." 

Dustin stares at him. Steve resists the urge to pinch his nose.

"You know the one! What was it? Flock of Elephants?" 

Dustin crumples into the car seat and slaps both palms to his forehead. "It's A Court of Sycophants, Steve! Oh my God!"

"Synchro-what?" Steve ignores the way his neck prickles and takes a sharp right. "You just made that up. Now help me look for the delivery entrance or we won't have ourselves a deal at all." 

*

Once they find the entrance, it turns out he forgot the ID badge that the label sent, because of fucking course he did. He spends about half an hour trying to convince the grumpy security guard to let them in while Dustin has a complete meltdown. Just as he's ready to give up, they're rescued by the appearance of a tiny blonde in a pink cardigan who cheerfully introduces herself as Eddie’s manager. 

"Sorry about Hop," she says for what must be the fourth time, while Steve sets up the guitar-shaped cake at the center of the buffet and Dustin inspects the backstage lounge with awestruck eyes. "He takes his job very seriously." 

"Yeah, I noticed," Steve mutters. She seems nice enough, but he really doesn’t wanna engage in smalltalk right now. The bustle of the stage hands and the hot air of the venue are making him squeamish. All he wants to do is get this over with and go home.

Unfortunately fate must hate him, because that is the exact moment that a familiar voice says, "Hey, Chris. No matter what Hop tells you, I didn't order hookers to the venue. I dunno where he got the-" 

Dustin starts squealing. 

"Oh my God, you're Eddie Munson!"

Eddie squints at him like a confused cat. 

"Last time I checked, yeah. And you are?" 

"Dustin," says Dustin, like that explains everything. "I'm with Steve." 

Eddie’s eyes flit over and his face breaks into a delighted, dimpled smile. 

"Baker boy, hi!" 

Steve's mouth goes dry. 

He doesn’t know why, but all of the easy confidence of their last meeting is suddenly gone. 

Maybe it's because they were in the bakery, on his own turf, and now they're on Eddie’s, where the lights and the noise and the hum of the crowd in the auditorium are grating on his nerves. 

Maybe it's because last time, Eddie looked like just some guy in his ripped jeans and ratty hoody, unwashed hair piled in a chaotic bun, and now …

… now he's in a pair of leather pants that are so tight they may as well be spray-painted on and what looks like a fucking harness, hair cascading around his face and shoulders in a halo of messy curls and is that eyeliner? 

"Woah," Eddie breathes, eyes growing large, and yup, eyeliner. Definitely eyeliner, Jesus fucking Christ. With two long strides of those impossibly long legs, he's beside Steve and ogling the cake with an awestruck face. "This is fucking incredible, dude, it looks just like the real thing. You did all that from the photos?" 

By some miracle, Steve manages to channel the incoming blush into a sly pop of his hips and a smug eyebrow quirk. 

"Told you I was the best." 

Eddie is looking at him like he didn't bake a cake but hung the moon, which … in combination with the eyeliner and the leather and the harness of it all? Steve squirms in his jeans.

"Okay, erm … if that's all, I'll send over the bill by-" 

"Wait, what? You're not staying for the show?" Eddie swivels to Chrissy, all righteous indignation. "Why are they not staying for the show?" 

Chrissy shrugs, at the same time that Steve says, "That's really not necessa-" 

"We'd love to stay!" 

Dustin shoves himself between them, elbowing him in the kidneys. While Steve is still coughing, Eddie turns to Chrissy. 

"Show the young man to the backstage area, Chris?" 

Dustin looks like he's about to die of happiness, so Steve resigns himself to his fate. 

"Will you play the one about the psychopaths?" he asks as they trail after him. "It's his favorite." 

"Psycho-" Eddie’s brow wrinkles.

"Sycophants, Steve!" Dustin hollers from ahead. "Jesus!" 

"Anyways," Steve says over Eddie’s rumbling laughter. "You really didn't have to-" 

"I know I didn't." Eddie accepts his guitar - the real one - from a stage hand and slings it over his shoulder. "But I saw what you're best at, so I figured I'd return the favor." 

"Careful there," Steve huffs. "All you've done is ogle my cake. You may wanna try it first." 

"Oh, I'm planning to …" Eddie's smile is sharp as he leans in, close to his ear. "Preferably with less people around, though." 

And then he's gone, stepping out on the stage, making his guitar wail. 

Steve can't quite tell if the roar in his ears is the crowd or the sound of his own blood.

[still--kicking]

obligatory bedtime story ask 💕💕💕 tysm ilyyyyyy

I gotchu here are some wholesome bedtime fic recs with happy endings:

They're all just speaking tongues by overlymetaromantic (11,883 words, rated G) this is a fun one that explains why all the aliens speak english lol there's a universal translator in the castle and when it breaks and it's revealed that the aliens do Not in fact speak english and Lance has been speaking spanish the whole time lmao I love a well done spanish speaking Lance fic <3

Nothing's quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts (50,369 words, rated T) college au, Keith is a grumpy barista who finds kittens in a dumpster and Lance works at the cat shelter across the street. wholesome as fuck I adore this one

Nightmares by Trashness ( words, rated T) Keith learns Lance has been struggling with nightmares, and that having a cuddle buddy helps. 14k words of fluff and spooning, it's immaculate

If I say jump, you just say "how high?" (I think you might love me to death) by nagativefouriq (9,363 words, rated T) Keith comes back from the quantum abyss where he was seeing visions of his future with Lance and he forgets that they aren't dating yet, told from Lance's pov lol the poor boy is so confused but not complaining

and because I know you love a spiderman au: 'till no space lies in between by thespacenico (31,422 words, rated G) this one is technically unfinished but has a satisfying / happy ending from what I remember, and the author is allegedly working on the final chapter. It's spiderman!Lance and it's adorable

What's up danger by iwriteshipsnotsailthem (30,782 words, rated T) is the start of a series of five spiderman!Keith fics that I haven't read personally but have heard great things about !!

Ones I've recommended before that I think would also be great bedtime fics:

anything I recommended in this post , this post , or this post (tbh it's safe to assume almost all of my previous recs have happy endings but I'd avoid some of the ones on the whump list)

Picket fence in a yard of stars by Reader115

Fit the crown to my head by aknightley

Tunnel vision, but only for you and Look what the cat dragged in, both by Riceisgood123

I hope you enjoy these and have wonderful red and blue coded dreams after reading them <3

[whitneybiter]

sleepover headcanons with the school LI's (male) ( ͡°³ ͡°)

mdni

Whitney —

pretty large house, he'd only ever invite you over if his parents were gone for a week or something. casual kind of date night, staying up late and drinking his parents fancy alcohol stash– horror movies and cuddling under a small blanket. pizza for dinner, before heading off to his bedroom. surprisingly well taken care of, and quite large. empty beer bottles strewn about, a desk in one corner with some papers covering most of the wood. he has a twin sized bed shoved up against the wall of his messy bedroom, half of it is covered in stuffed animals and pillows. navy blue sheets with like wine colored pillow cases, some pillows don't even have pillow cases. he barely fits alongside the mountain of fluff, and two bodies is more than a tight fit. he gets genuinely offended when you ask to move them, or sleep on top of them. he insists that you sleeping chest to chest, on top of him and as close as humanly possible is clearly the better solution. it's not because he wants to hold you, or anything. no way,.. he sleeps in boxers, and insists you sleep in underwear too. even if your brought pajamas, he makes you sleep in undies– promising to keep you warm, teasing you if you're reluctant. he's a deep sleeper, and a bit of a snorer. death grip around your waist, his face nuzzled into your neck. he's extremely affectionate when he's sleepy, super grumpy in the morning, even whining when you try to get out of bed before he's ready to.

Sydney (pure) —

his house is average sized, a big backyard making up for the quaint living space. sirris planned out a nice big dinner, home cooked for his dear son and the student who he loved the same. sirris stays in his bedroom, allowing you two privacy. sydney has a long list of rom-coms to watch, deep into the night. only on a weekend though, and even then he's still dozing off. he cuddles up next to you, clinging to your side like an koala, drooling on your shoulder even. you two eat in the living room, staying up late (like 10pm, sydney's a good boy). his bedroom is tidy, a cross hanging over his bed, motivational cat posters hung on his walls. he has a twin sized bed with floral patterning on them, his pillowcases a soft lilac color. his room is calming, the walls an offwhite color. it constantly smells like flowers in the room, lavender especially. he wears a full set of pajamas, long pants and a long sleeves shirt. he offers to share clothes with you, in case you didn't bring any. despite his bed being large enough, he silently scoots closer to you over time, falling asleep with his head your chest, legs intertwined with yours. he's very groggy when he wakes up, but he's out of bed and dressed for the day before the sun has even finished rising. he doesn't rush you, though– working on anything he needs to finish up for school while he waits on you.

Robin —

he invites you into his room after school, happens more often after the two of you establish a relationship. he loves spending time with you, even more now that he knows you feel the same. his bed takes up most of his small room in the orphanage, leaving less room for decorations. his bed sheets are a soft orange, like sherbet. he's got white pillowcases, a bunny stuffy lying on one. a desk is squished into one corner, school textbooks and homework scattered across the space. he has a small tv next to his bed on the floor, hooked up to his console. you two play games deep into the night, ending on a tie. he wears a plain t shirt and comfortable shorts to bed, nervously asking to cuddle, his cheeks flush when you agree. he sweats a lot in his sleep, his damp skin pressing against yours as he clings to you. he's a quiet sleeper, but he moves around a lot. he ends up basically on top of you throughout the night. he wakes up groggy, and immediately goes to take a shower, coming back to sit next to you in bed if you're still sleeping, playing with your hair until you come awake. he takes you out for breakfast, his treat.

Kylar —

he leads you into his bedroom immediately, insisting you stay there all night. his bedroom is a mess, lewd drawings of you, and what looks to be him in some, taped to the walls alongside photos of you that you'd never seen before. clothes on the floor, alongside a few dishes, mainly mugs. his room is fairly big, fitting a large desk with an expensive PC, his keyboard lights up green. he has crumbs all over his desk, as well as a few cups full of energy drinks, tea and coffee. his bed is actually quite clean, dark bed sheets and dark pillowcases. he's quick to rip the photo of your face off one of them, tossing the oddly damp pillow away. the bed smells like him, sweaty and musky. it's kind of soothing as you've grown accustomed to it. you two have your favorite meal for dinner, with a sweet drink on the side. he sleeps in his boxers and a graphic tee, desperately cuddling with you under the covers, making sure you're as comfortable as possible, despite the iron grip he has on your waist. he litters your face, neck and hands with wet kisses before he can fall asleep, his heart hammering in his chest as he clings closer, pressing it against yours. he hides his flushed face in your neck, drool dripping down his chin and onto your skin as he finally drifts off. he's like a corpse when he sleeps, you would have worried he was dead if not for the breath fanning your neck. you wake up to him staring down at you, head in his lap, his hands playing with your hair and tracing your features. he makes you your favorite breakfast food, not giving up even when he burns something.

i might do a part two with the others if this post gets enough attention, however i don't know all of them too well and i fear it would suk (´⌒｀;)

[mikkomacko]

can we have a blurb of when Timo realizes that reader and Nico are it for each other

I’m not gonna lie, I think Timo had a feeling those two would be something great from the first moment she walked into the bar haha. Not like he was certain or knew they’d end up together forever, but he knew she would definitely be someone to change Nico’s life for the better, maybe open him up to the idea of accepting love and family and all that good stuff. Which is why he was the one to keep inviting her back to the bar after that first meeting, and chatting her up to Nico.

He did really like her and consider her a friend then too, but he also wanted Nico to let himself have something good for once and he knew if she kept coming around Nico wouldn’t be able to say no for much longer.

There is however two specific moments during them dating that he realized they’re going to be together for the rest of their lives.

~~~~

Nico

Timo has known Nico for many years. They’ve been friends ever since his family made the move to Bern and he met Nico in grade school. They instantly clicked, fit together like peanut butter and jelly, it was just kismet.

And he knew that now because he knows Nico would never let just anyone in his to life. Even as a kid, he was quiet and studious, didn’t screw around and act like a little boy with the other kids. He didn’t even have that many friends, didn’t seem to want to. He ignored them when they tried to talk to him, when the soccer ball at lunch was kicked towards him he let it roll on by.

Nico Hischier doesn’t make room in his life for anyone.

But he did for Timo. And he did it easily, like it was natural, like there was always that space for friendship in his life. It all started by Nico leaving the seat on the bus to school open for Timo one day.

Usually he sat with his bag in the seat next to him, pressed up against the window and not daring to look anywhere other than outside. Timo always walked past, not daring to ask to sit there because he heard about the Hischier family already. Instead Timo sat with the elder lady two rows back who always smelled like nicotine and cat hair, even if it made his eyes itchy. There was no where else for him to sit.

And then one day he got on the bus and Nico wasn’t looking out the window, he was looking right at him. And when Timo got closer, he pulled his bag into his lap and nodded to the open seat. Timo sat there that day, and everyday after that too. Like routine.

In all the years since then, Nico has never done that for anyone else. He just doesn’t change his routine. Ever.

Which is why Timo is flabbergasted when he tugs open Nico’s fridge and their favorite strawberry yogurt smoothies are not in there. Only stupid blueberry flavored ones.

“Bro,” Timo calls, grabbing one of the bottles and turning to hold it out to Nico. His friend is sat at the counter, reading something on his phone but looks up expectantly at Timo’s questioning tone.

“What?” He asks, eyebrows pinched together in that signature grumpy look he always sports.

“Why do you have these?” He asks, shaking the yogurt smoothie like that’ll shake some sense into Nico.

For years they’ve only drank the strawberry ones. It’s his favorite, it’s Timo’s favorite, it’s the best flavor. And they’re always in stock.

“We drink those all the time T.” Nico blows him off, rolling his eyes and going back to scrolling on his phone.

“No we drink strawberry,” Timo insists, closing the fridge door and placing the stupid smoothie down on the counter in front of Nico. “These are blueberry.”

Nico still doesn’t look at him. “Oh yeah I stopped getting the strawberry ones.”

A stabbing pain shoots through Timo’s eye. Maybe he’s being dramatic about the stupid yogurt smoothies but really he’s not, because Nico doesn’t change routine.

“Why?”

His friend shrugs, all casual like. “Y/n’s allergic to strawberries.” He says, as if that’s all. Sweet and simple, the girl he’s seeing can’t have strawberries. Except Nico has stopped other girls for less. One time he was hooking up with a girl that said white chocolate is better than dark. Timo never saw her at the bar again after that.

Nico loves dark chocolate. Just like he loves strawberries.

The kitchen is silent, Nico still pointedly avoiding Timon’s gaze and it hits him then. Nico is so fucking in love with you. He still doesn’t know it yet, but he is. Or maybe he’s just on his way there, but even so, you’re someone in Nico’s life now. Like for real.

The last person Nico changed routine for was Timo, and he’s been around ever since. They’re best friends for life, brothers.

Timo doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t need to. This is what he wanted after all, Nico to be happy with someone for the first time in his life. He picks up the smoothie, pops the cap off of it, and heads to the living room to watch tv.

Him and Nico never talk about it, but there’s no more strawberries in the apartment after that. Not even a strawberry scented candle.

~~~~

Reader

Nico is a decent person, an honest man. He doesn’t pretend to be anything he’s not because he’s ok with who he is.

Doesn’t matter if people think he’s an asshole, if he’s a fuckboy, if he’s scary and grumpy all the time. What others think of him doesn’t change how he thinks of himself.

And yeah Timo loves the guy. Knows that Nico has had a hard life and grew up in a cold family that made him the way he is. There’s a reason his resting face looks more annoyed than actually resting. But he’s not gonna lie and say that Nico brightens up everyday and just lights up a room.

He does draw attention that for sure, but it’s more fearful reputations than anything else.

But for you, every time Nico comes near you, you’re like a flower in the sunshine, a moth to a flame.

He’s trying to talk to you, ask you about the upcoming break you have in school but Nico is across the way, behind the bar top helping hook up the new kegs and your totally lost to anyone else but him.

You nod along, even after Timo has stopped talking, because your eyes are looking over his shoulder, like it’s physically impossible for you to look away from Nico. And it’s not even like your sizing him up, eyeing him your imagining what he’d look like with shirt off.

You’re just looking at him, that sweet and wide eyed glint you only seem to have when he’s around. Sure you’re always sweet, but with Nico it’s almost tangible.

Nico must catch you looking or something because you blink, eyes snapping back to Timo sheepishly, and you shyly bat your eyelashes at him. “Sorry,” you laugh, taking a drink of your rum and coke. “What were you asking?”

Timo just chuckles, amused by you. “I was asking about your break next week? You gonna come spend it with us over here?”

Excitement lights up in your eyes and you nod, eager. “Yeah I am! I’ll have some school work to do but M’gonna spend a couple nights at Nico’s.”

He’s gonna offer to let you stay at his too if you really want, bribe you with movie nights and his collection of fluffy blankets but you’re gone again.

Nico is walking up the table, sliding back into the booth next to you, and your eyes are following him like bees to honey. Effortlessly you melt into Nico’s side, smiling and eyes moony, and unable to not be touching him somehow.

Timo notices it for the rest of the night. You giggle or laugh at almost anything Nico says, even though Nico has never really been considered funny. You touch his hair and his hands like they’re made of something precious, something that has to be earned.

You just genuinely like Nico. Enough so that he’s basically what you revolve around when you’re with them.

For the first time ever, Nico has become someone’s sunny day, and Timo realizes that you’re both fucked if Nico ever ruins whatever is going on between you, because he’s starting to think you two might be soulmates. And that’ll definitely freak Nico out.

[ther0b1nverse]

LU Boys, but just random stuff my friends and family have said

Wild: I am extremely interesting to talk to! .....okay not really.

Wind: Tortol, ..Turtuul, Turtole.

Wind: T U R T L E

Time: There we go, good job

Sky: I HAVE HALF A LEG! DON'T TELL ME TO RUNN FASTER

Twilight: My dad is really weird.

Four: If you are 99% sure that it's gonna kill you, do it. If you are 100% sure, dont. Or do, you dont know if you will die or not.. I think.

Malon: I am on the mooooon!~ TAKE ME ALIENS...

*Malon on the ground again*: ..They didn't want me.

Hyrule: We're gonna have that "Chocolate oui oui" thing

Wild: ...chocolate croissant?

Warriors: I think I have dyslexia for stair lights

Hyrule: Bread oui oui thing

Wild: Baguette, Roolie.

Time: I couldn't find anny good skulls.

Twilight: Reality: The Chinese soulmate string theory but it’s Wild and the floor

Wild: Fuck you.

Legend: Good cumback... COME BACK NOT CUM-BACK!

Wind: >:)

Wild: Go and take a raw potato.

Wild/Tears: LOOK! I'M KIDNAPPING A CHILD

Wind: MOTHERF-

Warriors: 🤨

Wind: funker. Motherfunker

Legend: I can sence that Time is a grumpy old man

Sky: A pray bottle? Isn't that what you use on your cat when it barks?

Warriors: Legend. You're actring really homosexual right now

Wild: I'm gonna do a terrorism on you

Wind: Where is the... sucking pipe...

Legend: She's more traumatised than me... Oh! A BigMack!

Time: I've thrown a lot of windows out of my house

Wind: Didn't you teach us to not eat with food in our mouth? ...... Wait..

[thewater]

genre i love: queer sports

examples:

Haikyuu!!

Creator: Haruichi Furudate

Sport: Volleyball

Medium: Manga + Anime

Queer coded to hell and back with no explicit canon. A popular anime that's very engaging. Whenever I watch it I feel like I should get my life together. It's super good, but fanbase can be a lil weird.

Fence

Author: C. S. Pacat

Sport: Fencing

Medium: 5 collated graphic novels + 2 novels

This one changed my life. I discovered it and haven’t been the same since. It’s cute, the two main characters are oblivious wee things, but there is canon representation in the older characters. Almost (if not all) of these characters are Queer As Hell. It’s brilliant. If you like Golden-Retriever-Sunshine-Boy-with-Troubled-Past x Grumpy-Black-Cat-with-Emotionally-Distant-Parents trope, then you’ll love this!

Check, Please!

Author: Ngozi Ukazu

Sport: Ice Hockey

Medium: 2 graphic novels

I saw this in my local public library once, picked it up, and never (emotionally) put it down. These books started my craving for 2D queer sports. This is what put me onto “Fence” in the first place. It’s canon, it’s sweet, the main character is a cutie, what more could you want?

Free!

Creator: Kyoto Animation

Sport: Swimming

Medium: Anime

I’ll be real, I didn’t finish all the seasons of this,,, the first two seasons slay the house down. But I dunno, guess it just didn’t keep my focus. I also don’t think anything gets canonized later,,, so it’s still just hashtag queer coded :( which is not slay.

AFTG

Author: Nora Sacavic

Sport: Exy (??!)

Medium: 3 novels

Now, you might think, “Exy isn’t a real sport” and you would be correct. Nora invented it for the novel. It’s like if the basics of lacrosse met the violence of ice hockey and it was played on a football (soccer) sized field with a mix of genders on the teams. This nonsense altered my brain chemistry, for better or worse, we will never know. However. If you seem intrigued, and want to read, PLEASE google the trigger warnings. Anything you think could possibly be triggering is definitely in this book. If you don’t want to google for fear of spoils, feel free to message me. These books are simultaneously the best and worst things I've ever had the (dis)pleasure of reading. I love them. They’re a mastery of metaphors set on a background of college sports with a mafia subplot. It’s like if a crazy fanfic got published. ALSO short king representation. Main man is 5’3, second main man is 5’0. I love this to pieces and I hate it to nothings.

Yuri on ice

Creator: MAAPA

Sport: Ice-skating

Medium: Anime

You know this one. If you don't, it’s not technically canon, but they buy each other (engagement) rings and kiss (sort of) on screen. Slays. Victor Nikiforov has my heart.

SK8 the infinity

Creaotr: Bones

Sport: Skateboarding

Medium: Anime

This one makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside i love it so much. There's angst and love and found family and tragic backstories and funny characters. Not canon though. Hashtag Japan Definitely Doesn’t Have a Homophobia Problem and That’s Definitely Not Why All of The Anime’s on This List Aren’t Canon. Anyways, it’s really cute and I watched t when i was in my own skateboarding era so i loved it so much.

If i remember more, or watch, or read more, I will add them :)

[anincompletelist]

[ vol i | vol ii | vol iii | fic rec fridays ]

hi all! :D I have slowly but steadily been knocking things off of my tbr list, a few classics and a few newer fics, and they've been AMAZING! as per usual I wanted to share before the list gets too long for next time!

as always, please remember to leave kudos and a comment if you enjoyed the fic or show support in other ways, and be kind! mind the tags and if you come across something you dislike, please kindly (and quietly) move on.

happy new year and happy reading y'all! <3

Have you ever been alone in a crowded room? | @hgejfmw-hgejhsf | T+ | 5k

When the Legendary Balls-Out Bananas White House Trio New Year's Eve Party is interrupted by a security threat, Henry, Pez, Nora, June, and Alex find themselves locked in the White House library for their own protection with nothing but time, a few bottles of champagne, and some lighthearted conversation, until a single question threatens to change everything for Henry.

(+ read their first au fic here ahh!)

muscle memory | @dumbpeachjuice | E | 30k

It's been ten years since Alex was in London to stage a PR friendship with Henry after ruining the royal wedding. It's also been ten years since Alex dropped to his knees in front of Henry in a Kensington Palace kitchen. But now Henry's in the Hamptons for the summer, and who should he bump into? None other than Alex Claremont-Diaz, who happens to be working in New York all summer long.

You Are the Wave I Could Never Tame | bleedingballroomfloor | E | 12k

That should be it. Henry is doing his job; the pool is getting cleaned, and Alex shouldn’t think anything more of it. Then why does he feel the slightest bit of disappointment when he walks back to the pool house and Henry isn’t there? Or, the pool boy Henry AU that I couldn't stop thinking about until I wrote it.

if evil, why so cute? | @everwitch-magiks | E | 5k

Alex’s cat hates Alex, but loves Henry, the Bookstagram influencer who’s on vacation in Alex’s quiet seaside town. And while Alex is pretty salty about his grumpy cat’s inexplicable affection for a complete stranger, he must admit he can see the appeal; Henry is fucking gorgeous. It’s why Alex follows him on Instagram in the first place. It's just, Alex had never thought he’d be officially introduced to Henry by his own goddamn cat. Or: Henry takes a two-week vacation to a seaside cabin with the intent to read a lot of books. Instead, he has a lot of sex.

Just like that | @myheartalivewrites | E | 10k

When Henry comes home from a date frustrated by the guy’s lack of expertise, Alex starts having thoughts. And then, because he’s Alex, he sticks his big foot in his even bigger mouth.

(@myheartalivewrites listen I fell down a rabbit hole ok and if I could rec your entire ao3 here I would -- OH WAIT I CAN)

In His Wildest Dreams | @myheartalivewrites | E | 11k

Set in and around the Henry bonus chapter, this is a story about Henry and Alex’s hectic schedules, family appearances etc. pulling them apart, and about what starts to happen between them, in the quiet of night: their sleeping bodies turning to each other, finding their sweet spots and opening up. And Alex and Henry learning a lot about each other in the process

Be Worthy Love, and Love Will Come | @sparklepocalypse | E | 30k

"For Christmas this year, all I would like is a best friend who doesn’t mind too much that I’m a prince. Most of my classmates poke fun because of who I am, or treat me like I’m too special to be their friend. I want a best friend who knows me as much as my family does and still likes me. I know that you can’t wrap a best friend up in a box and put it under the tree, but you’re magic so you know the best way to bring one." (Movieverse canon divergence; Prince Henry, age 8, writes to Father Christmas wishing for a best friend. A few weeks later, he finds one.)

A Picture on Your Corkboard | bleedingballroomfloor | M | 23k

It happens on a random morning in May when Alex, age fourteen, pads into the kitchen to greet his mother and steal a waffle from June's plate and sees a man sitting at their breakfast counter, reading a newspaper, a cup of coffee raised to his lips. Like he belongs. Like it's the most natural thing in the world. June doesn't seem to give the man a second thought. She merely flicks Alex on the forehead and takes back the waffle. Ellen isn't worrying, either. In fact, she's talking to him. Asking what his schedule is like. Making plans for dinner. Alex has never seen this man before in his life.

I want to mark my skin (it is paper thin) | @violetbaudelaire-quagmire | M | 10k

To: alex@biconicink.com From: hjfox@rocketmail.co.uk Subj: Tattoo Reference Attached: 1 file (orionsketch.jpg) Hello, Attached you’ll find a line art drawing of the constellation Orion. The shoulder blade is the intended location. Best, H.J. Fox [OR: It's a Tattoo Shop AU!]

(Dil)Do It Yourself | @happiness-of-the-pursuit | E | 16k

“Listen,” Nora starts, turning her body once more so that she’s sitting sideways in the chair with her legs thrown across the armrest. “I did the math. There’s a 79% chance you’re gonna become a slut to the power of the prostate, and while we’re not dating anymore, it’s my duty as your fellow slutty bisexual to get this party started.” Or, when Nora drags Alex to a holiday dildo workshop, he doesn’t expect to find someone to use it with.

just a figure of speech | @congee4lunch | E | 17k

“Like I said: Alphas really don’t know how to fuck.” “And like I said,” Alex sets down his mug and steps closer to Henry. “I can fuck and I know how to fuck you so well, you’ll see stars, baby.” [henry, an omega, hasn’t had good sex in a long time. as his alpha roommate and friend, alex can help with that. in a totally platonic bro way, of course]

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saving some for next rec, I'll see you all then! enjoy, and remember to show support if you did! <3

xx

[the-capricorn-system]

okay proper intro post!!

hi there, were capricorn system! this blog will be for any amd all system shenaniganery!

so, meet the crew! /ref

(links lead to longer intros for each headmate btw! -raph)

raphael: our host! it/they/xey! its an angel, and also probably the original of us! we think. we dont know! blog is @theetherealraphael

sapphire: our protector, and effectively the mum of the system! shes a cat therian, she/her pronouns! @sapphirethegemstone

tesco: grumpy, also protector, and does our homework! any masc/neutral pronouns! @gb-tesco-official-new

judge: quiet calm and chill! it/he! doesnt really have a personal blog, but sourced from the gimmick blog @the-gimmick-judge!

lee: also grumpy, hes our negative emotion holder! he/him, no blog yet!

clef: every plural scp fan has a clef fictive, apparently, so heres ours! they/it/other neutral pronouns!

billy: thats me! resident little and psychologist! any pronouns, and please be normal around me! also no blog!

meg: fictive of meg from trials of apollo. she/her, i guess.

jasper: grumpy mc-grumpy face. (hey!) any pronouns, very british (were all british, mate)

samael: a fictive of one of our ocs. she/xey.

[REDACTED]: Wouldnt You Like To Know, Weather Boy?

uranus: fictive number one from solarballs, he/him. accidentally summoned the other two through yearning. ‐:]

neptune: fictive number two from solarballs, any pronouns! :.**3

erebus: fictive number three, only recently showed up. they/them!

venus: fictive number 4... sigh. he/him.

iris: t h e 5 t h f i c t i v e ! i t / i t s f o r m e !

(plaintext: the 5th fictive! it/its for me!)

saturn: SIX???? SIX SOLARBALLS FICTIVES. WHY. HOW. anyway she uses any pronouns!

uriel: another fictive of one of our ocs, xey/they!

onfiel: andddd another! he/xey/it

denmark: hes. the country of denmark, yep. from the gimmick blog @denmark-official. he/him i think?

kay: im a songtive of the song cannibal by kesha~!

martin: basically the most posh asshole ever. he/him

and honorary mentions of our friends!

partner system <33: @nanochittle

big brother! @some-rando-with-internet

little sibling is @pennyroyald!

friendddddds!! @homocidalpotat

@bored-dromaeosaur @meatierbunger

sorry for tagging you guys btw if you dont want this tag lmk!! but uh we just appreciate you guys a lot!

also, please dni if youre anti-endo! were mixed origin!

- billy!

[igotathingforwolverine]

Taking The Honey-Badger for a Walk in Earth 616: Logan x OC Funny

So my OC Lilith has telekinesis, her mutation is more similar in the MCU to be like Agatha and Wanda. Witch rather than a ‘mutant’. But she’s a baby witch so her shit sometimes goes sideways and causes messes (funny messes).

So I had a funny dream.

After a while and she realizes Logan won’t stab her. She gets SUPER BOLD. Like a cat knowing a human says they don’t like them but won’t do shit if they clamor all over them.

And she begins to ADORE on him. “Logan you’re so sweet! Mister grumpy face!” *nuzzle face.

“Lo! Yaaaaay you came to visit!” *floats up and nuzzles into his face and giggles*.

Logan: FUCKIN QUIT IT! *bristled and bitchy but allows it.* ya little shit! >:T.

Lily: I made your favorite! 🥺 *has Tupperware of snacks AND A CIGAR*

Logan: >:T …… <.<….. >.>…. *snags it* fine.

So the problem is that Logan gets restless and when Logan gets restless he gets PISSY. Wade will get stabbed so Lilith just kinda “Lo! Come walk with me please!”

Logan: Walk yer fuckin self!

Lily: but I’m tiny and pickupable. What if I get kidnapped. 🥺😢☹️

Logan:….. *I am tiny hm. That would suck no more snacks or free cigars* fine.

Walking New York together. They make an odd pair. Buttercup sweater hippie flower child pastel bohemian with a big burly looking lumberjack mofo.

- She holds his hand. Which he tries to shake off. “NUH uh I’m tiny what if we hit a crowd!” He allows it. He won’t say but it’s nice having a warm hand in his.

-She’ll feign hunger so she can feed him because he’ll just say he’s not hungry but he’ll eat if she’s eating because why not. Or a ‘I can’t eat all this I ordered too much help?’ Because sure he’s *useful* of course he can help.

- telekinesis is good when his temper hits. “No Logan. Count to ten.” FUCK THAT LEMME PUNCH EM! “Lo it’s a pissy mean hobo no.”

-He eventually feels better, less stressed. “I know what you’re doin.”

- Lilith just smiles and shrugs. “Be a good boy and I’ll get you whiskey.”

- Logan does that dumb smirk and crowds her space and her energy goes off and she blows a street lamp with a blushy squeak. “Huh.” That’s new.

[mousy-nona]

Um hi random question for a possible prompt, are you okay with male pregnancy? Cause the prompt is Lucifer finding out that he on a drunken night had a one night stand with Alastor and that has resulted in a secret child that Lucifer never knew about until one day Alastor brings the young boy to the Hotel rather than leaving him with "Aunt Rosie"

TWO PARTS FOLKS! Skip this part if you don't like PWP

SMUT WARNING. LAST CHANCE TO TURN BACK. Also this may or may not be my experiment into smut – let’s see if it’s any good lol

The night of

Later, Lucifer would blame it all on the drink. 

(The devil’s brew, indeed.)

Three mistakes were made that night: the first was letting Husk bring that poison into the hotel in the first place. The second was allowing the grumpy cat and his slutty spider friend to pull him into an innocent drinking game that turned not innocent right quick. 

Note to self: never, ever agree to play strip poker with an ex-gambling Overlord. What the Hell was he thinking? 

Third mistake: allowing Alastor to exist. 

He only had vague flashes of the rest of the night, but for some reason he remembered Alastor as clear as daybreak: Alastor’s sharp claws as he scraped him off the bar, the slight rise and fall of his chest as he carried him up to his room, the soft brush of his hair as he dropped him in his bed. 

And he remembered grabbing his wrist. 

“Don’t go,” he’d whispered. 

And Alastor had stopped, a shadow inside of a shadow in the darkness of his room. “Sleep it off, boozehound.” 

Lord in Heaven, his voice. The static electrified his blood, combined with the heat that was always simmering at a low boil whenever Alastor was around.

He’d thought it was hatred. Maybe it was. It didn’t matter – hate and lust felt the same when it was soaked in whiskey and rum. 

“Why? Too scared to stay?”

He tried to throw the words out as a taunt. They came out like an invitation.

Alastor stilled. For a moment, Lucifer was convinced he would melt into the shadows, but he whirled around in one smooth pounce, clutching both of his wrists in one large hand. His claws dug into Lucifer’s skin, and the little pinpricks of pain sent shocks of electricity straight to his cock. 

“Scared?” Alastor snarled. “If either one of us should be scared…” He took one sharp claw and ripped through the thin t-shirt Husk had let him keep. The cotton fell apart like it was made of paper, revealing the smooth, white skin underneath. Alastor ran his hand down his chest, leaving five thin lines of gold behind. Lucifer sucked in a breath, feeling his dick jump and strain in his pants. Oh, the pain was glorious. “It should be you, your Majesty.” 

“We’ll see about that,” Lucifer batted back breathlessly.

Alastor hmmed, his red eyes glowing in the dark. Slowly, so slowly Lucifer felt like an eternity and a second had passed, Alastor loosened his grip on his wrists…and immediately plunged down on his neck. 

“Wha–” was all Lucifer could get out before a vise-like grip was throttling him. His brain screamed for air, his adrenaline going haywire, and all his nerves went into overdrive. Oversensitized like this, every one of Alastor’s touches made him twist and moan like an untried virgin. No matter what ungodly sounds squeaked through his tortured throat, Alastor kept going, running his sharp claws against the side of his neck, the lines of his back, the deep Vs of his hips. 

When he thought he might explode from the lack of oxygen, Alastor let go – and promptly tore the button off his pants. Lucifer’s mouth went dry as his traitor clothes slipped off, and he was laid bare in front of the wicked devil. 

“What do we have here?” His grin would make a lesser man’s skin crawl. 

Lucifer was not a lesser man. He was the king of Hell. And was he really just going to lie here and let Alastor strip him bare without even trying to fight back? 

Moving quickly, he entwined his legs with Alastor’s and flipped them over so Alastor was lying flat on his back and Lucifer was back on top. Alastor hissed, his eyes narrowing, but Lucifer ignored him. Seeing the normally buttoned up and pristine demon like this, his hair mussed, his coat half-open sent a surge of lust so powerful what little breath he had left whooshed out of his lungs. 

More, his fevered, whiskey-washed brain whispered. I want him ruined. I want him ravaged.

As if in a dream, he took hold of Alastor’s collar and ripped. The silk flew obediently off his body, revealing his toned muscles, the mouthwatering scars that dipped in and out of sight, tales of violence written in flesh and blood. Alastor was built lean but powerful, his chest as broad as his waist was narrow. Lucifer drank him in, gently touching each one of those scars with a veneration he hadn’t felt since the Fall.

I wonder if you’ll tell me these stories one day, he thought. 

Alastor shivered each time Lucifer’s fingers met his overheated skin. A small sound escaped the back of his throat, half growl, half groan. 

“Is that the best you can do?” He panted, his teeth gritted into a grin. A challenge. 

It was painful to avoid his own straining cock for so long, but Lucifer couldn’t let Alastor’s jabs pass unnoticed. He surged forward and captured Alastor’s mouth with his – all the better to shut you up with, my dear. Alastor’s tongue was as flexible and tantalizing as his shadow tentacles. They battled for dominance, Lucifer’s hands going straight for Alastor’s pants – and letting out a sigh of relief when he felt the unmistakable stiffness pressed against the fabric. A quick slide of his finger, and he was able to grab Alastor’s cock in one hand, winding his other into the astonishing softness of Alastor’s hair. 

Alastor snarled and broke the kiss. Lucifer had one glimpse of his face – eyes wild, his edges glitching, a step away from utterly undone – before Alastor sent him flying.

He landed with an oomph on his stomach, the softness of the blanket beneath bunched under his hips as he felt the ominous aura of Alastor crowd behind him. A hand fisted into his hair and yanked up, so rough he felt his scalp ache. Alastor leaned in, his breath hot and sweet against the crook of his neck. He jumped as an unmistakable pressure near his ass.

“One.” 

Alastor pushed. Lucifer let out a long, keening cry as he felt a claw enter him. There was nothing soft or gentle about it, but he found himself pushing back, panting violently as a rush of electric lightning arc up and down his body. 

It had never felt like this. 

“So hungry for it,” Alastor murmured, his grin sharp against his cheek. Lucifer moaned, his dick so hard it bobbed against his stomach. 

“Two.” 

Another finger. Another rush of pleasure-pain. Another shock of lightning as sparks flew across his vision. 

Alastor hummed, as if considering something. The last sane part of Lucifer’s brain trembled with fear…and anticipation. He spat into his palm, readying himself for something.

“What if I do this?” 

Lucifer had been right to be afraid. 

Alastor scissored his two fingers while grabbing his leaking cock and pumping hard. His mind went blank. His back arched as his mouth widened with a silent scream, feeling the crash of pleasure so mindnumbing, so overwhelming, that he lost all control. Alastor bit at his collarbone at the same time, and the wires of pleasure and pain and everything in between nearly short-circuited his brain for good. 

Lucifer found his voice. He screamed as he felt the most violent orgasm he – or frankly anyone in this world – had ever known rip through his body. When he finally came back down to Earth, he realized he was on his back – and Alastor was between his legs.

“What? Did you think you were the only one who got to have fun, your Highness?”

Alastor pushed in. Lucifer’s ass burned as he struggled to take in his massive length. He closed his eyes, as if in pain, and the most delicious, static-burred groan tore from the back of his throat. It was the sexiest thing Lucifer had ever heard. His limp body, already exhausted from the pleasure Alastor had so savagely pulled from him, started stirring again. 

Then Alastor hit that spot inside of him, and Lucifer’s head fell back, a strangled scream forced from the very depths of his soul. Alastor, true to form, was not gentle. He dug his claws into Lucifer’s waist as he snapped his hips, going as deep as he possibly could with every stroke. He growled as he moved, the static moving in and out of focus in time with each of his thrusts. 

In the ghostly voices of the static, Lucifer could have sworn he heard his name. 

There was a screech, and Alastor shuddered, his muscles rippling as Lucifer felt his cock swell inside of him. 

“Let go, Alastor,” he panted. “Let go. It’s just us here.” 

With a roar, Alastor did as he asked. A raging heat filled his insides as Alastor collapsed on top of him, his hair damp with sweat and an almost-peace crossing over his face. 

Lucifer marvelled at it for a minute – before flipping Alastor back over and straddling his hips so that Alastor had a front-row view of his fully erect cock.

“What?” Lucifer grinned, his eyes glowing gold in the dark of the room. “Did you think you were the only one who got to have fun, Overlord?”

[jamiesfootball]

“Come on, Benny-Boy, don’t do this to me. I just want to change the channel.”

Big Ben, Mr. Huge Benjamin himself, hardly shifted as Jamie tried to reclaim his elbow from where it lay pinned under the purring beast. Benny didn’t care that Jamie repped more than the cat’s weight in strength training every day; he refused to budge. His large furry mass absorbed Jamie’s efforts, amber waves of furry orange an endless sea with which to drown Jamie against the couch cushions.

Jamie was never one for sitting still, but he hadn’t moved in over an hour and for once his head was blissfully fucking silent about it. His usually restless limbs had turned to jelly. Every so often his legs kicked at arm of the couch, too dumb to know that they weren’t needed to relieve the antsy pressure under his skin, and when he moved, Benny would give one of his grumpy cat yowls and magically add another stone to his weight to keep Jamie down.

At some point he’d started purring his loud rumbly motor car purr. His claws kneaded against the meat of Jamie’s shoulder. His golden-green eyes gleamed by the light of the telly, and his flat, scrunched-up face appeared to be smirking. Jamie’s plain white Gucci t-shirt belonged to him now, riddled as it was with pinprick claw marks and coated with a fine layer of orange fuzz.

Jamie’s eyes blinked quickly—to get rid of all the cat hair. In the dim light of the living room, it almost looked like Benny was smiling at him, and Jamie fought back the ever-increasing urge to become one of those people that spread pictures of their pets all over social media.

He settled for scratching his little lion under the chin. Said hoarsely, “All right, mate. You win. ‘Nother episode of Love Island it is.”

[the-collector-series]

THE CHARACTERS:

Nearly every story I can think of off the top of my head has characters. Characters are what compel me personally to keep reading/watching something. If I feel for the characters, my chances of enjoying the media goes way up, and I'm sure others feel the same.

So without further ado, let me introduce the stars of the show!

The main character is named Merissa Shermann. She's 22, has red curly hair (kinda like Merida lol), hazel eyes, pale skin that burns easily, and she's 5'6". She's incredibly caring, and has a soft spot for both kids, and animals. She also tends to worry. She is strong, but only because she does a lot of household chores because her dad is old and can't really do much. Her stake in the story is that her dad's life was ruined by the queen way back before the queen...well...became the queen. On top of that, what kind of best friend would she be if she didn't help her friend do a favor for a certain crime boss?

The childhood best friend is named Zell Odison. He's 21. My boy here has dark hair, dark eyes, and brown skin. (I may give him a tattoo sometime in the future ;)) He's 5'11". He's very dramatic and goofy, but will also do anything to take care of his family (including doing jobs for a well-feared crime boss). He and Merissa have been friends since they were little, and they're super close. His stake in the story is that his family has a hidden secret and he needs answers. Along with that, his favorite crime boss needs a favor...

The blacksmith is named Raymond Clyde. He's a small man, being only 5'2" at the age of 53. He's a brunette, but it doesn't really show because his hair is graying. It's pretty ratted, but he normally keeps it under goggles and a bandana anyway. He's a grumpy old man with wet cat energy but we love him. His wife died fifteen years ago, and his daughter never visits him, so he mostly stays at home, working. He runs into our main character, and her best friend on an average work day, and accidentally ends up gaining two new children. His stake in this story is that his wife's death isn't what it seems.

The soldier is named Aeriel Clyde. She's 30 and 5'8". Blonde, blue eyes, but the kind that stare into your soul and make you question your existence. Her skin is tanned, and starting to turn leathery from all the days that she's spent hunting, and finding bounties. She's obsessed with killing the giant who took her mother's life, and that's how she finds out that her mother's death is not what it seems. She's arrogant, and negative, but as the story progresses, grows as a person. She tries to rebuild her relationship with her father. Her stake in the story is that she has a vendetta to fulfill.

The child is named Chiyoko Sable. She's only 10 and stands at 4'8". She's very petite, as fair as children go, and has straight black hair, and brown eyes. She can always be seen with her cat, Cinder, that her birth mother gave to her. She's very bubbly and excited, and doesn't let anyone put out her spark, no matter how hard they try. She was born to a maid in one of the rich plantations, coincidentally owned by Tyra's sister. After being adopted by the late queen Tyra when her mother died, however, she starts to discover that all is not as it seems. Her stake in the story is that her adoptive mother is not who she says she is.

The alchemist is named Hugo Holloway. He's a broody little teenager, at 13. He's only about 4'11". Him and his mother are usually the ones at home, with his father being a palace guard. Since his father is gone all the time, he decided he needed a way to protect his mother, so he became the apprentice of an alchemist. He's very determined, straightforward, and doesn't do well with 'feelings'. His black hair can never seem to lay straight, and his skin can't decide whether it wants to be tan or pale, even his eyes can't decide what color they want to be, with one being a brown color and the other one being more of a hazel. His stake in the story is that his father has been betraying his family, and Hugo wants to know why.

The artist is named Sasha Holloway. Married to a palace guard named Noro, Sasha is on top of the world. She soon realizes that being married to a palace guard means a lot of cold beds, and solo parenting. And then...he left. Permanently. She struggled with raising Hugo, and providing enough money to stay alive, that is until Hugo got a job as well. Once her son became older, and more independent, she got back into her art. Dancing, knitting, painting, and the arts became constants in her life, once more. She's 5'3", and 37, and you better not touch her son. Her stake in the story is that people that she cares about are being threatened, and she can not let that happen.

And finally, the wanderer is named Estelle Foxglove. She has been a loner her whole life, always doing what it took to survive. That evolved into becoming a natural at causing trouble. And cause trouble she did. She decided to retire from chaos after a particularly sour mission, but that hasn't gone too well for her. She is 19. She's black with dreads, usually pulled into a ponytail, and stands at the tallest of the group: 6'0" (Can we get more tall women in media please???) Her background is a mystery, to both her and everyone else, but after figuring out that the notorious crime boss: The Collector might know something she doesn't, Estelle decides to un-retire for a bit, just to get their attention. Her stake in the story, is the want, the need to find out who she is, and why she is.

These will be updated as I go!

[prue84]

Siblings socials: The beast's lair

Fandom: BBC’s Merlin (post-canon, modern magic) AU AU: The Pendragon siblings return (sequel: modern magic) Series: Siblings socials — [ Reblogs > Likes | No AI involved ] —

You thought Arthur, being a former king, would always be the master in any couple or pairing? Well, think better. Morgana is more than willing to prove the world that is Merlin the serval who commands between the two.

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Morgana, the famed once Queen of Camelot and socials star, has taken her duties of chronicling her brother Arthur's adjusting to the modern world very seriously. If she has a chance to humiliate him, in face of the legendary epitome of noble warrior built around him during the centuries, she will do it gladly, not even hiding a smirking during the whole time. As socials love cats, who is she to deprive the socials from pics of Merlin the grumpy serval? The fact that Arthur is sleeping in an idiotic pose on the background is just a bonus point.

More about the AU under the cut. (More fanworks from this AU at the links above) (More fanworks about the prequel here)

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About the AU The story is a sequel to the The Pendragon Sibling. Eventually, the druid give the royal couple a serval as gift for their renowned peace between the throne and the magic people. The servan turns out to be a very magical boy. At the same time Morgana acquires a puma, who happens to be the disguise of an High Priestess. I elaborated a bit here. * Not even the union of the Pendragon siblings, as King of Lands and Queen of Avalon and royal couple ruling over Camelot, with Morgause the High Priestesses of the old religion and Emrys the immortal dragonlord as their shadows and mates, is enough to prevent Arthurs tragic end at Camlann at the hands of the traitor Mordred. After Camlann, Merlin withdraws in his own pain, while Queen Morgana rules wisely for the next decades, assuring that the golden age of Camelot continues. When the time to retire from the mortal life comes, Morgana, with her loyal companion Morgause and Merlin, retires on the island at the center of the lake Avalon, taking residence in the tower standing there. Centuries pass, between long sleeps and new lives in the world outside. But magic, for a series or undisclosed circumstances, have been slowly fading in the lands outside of Avalon since the Siblings balance was lost with the death of Arthur. The more they are away from the island, center of the Old Magic, the more the contact is faint, and both Morgause and Merlin feel the need to stay in their animal forms. Until magic is so weak that they are stuck in their animal form even when staying at the tower. In the 21th century Morgana is following an academic career. Every morning, during breakfast, she keeps the tv on to make some background sounds. One morning the BBC's morning program suddenly switches to a live from the town of Avalon, for news about some odd happenings at the lake. The country wonders if this is the day when King Arthur will finally raise. There has been many false alarm. This morning is different, though. Morgana, with her two felines, rushes to the lake through magic and is there to see Arthur emerge from the waters. Merlin, a one-century-and-half ancient serval, attacks everyone present, Arthur included, and Arthur himself is forced to draw Excalibur to suffuse the situation, before his sister is arrested and his feline mate put down as the rabid cat he is. After the necessary time to familiarize with a world that is completely different from the one he remembers, Morgana introduces Arthur to the marvels of the socials and together they become Twitter stars, entertaining people with their commentaries on Arthurian-related productions and their bickering. Between Morgana's interviews and bits shared by Arthur on socials, the world is revealed that the Matter of Britain is mostly made of lies and exaggerations. BBC reaches out to Morgana to collaborate to write a series that would tell the true story of the Pendragons. Morgana launches herself in the project with eagerness. As the search for a proper location to set Camelot is about to start, Morgana hints that she might has the original castle miniaturized and preserved by magic and she would be amenable to make available as set, as long as the production covers the costs of restoration. Thus the Pendragons get their old nest back restored to its golden days free of charge, and Arthur can return to live in his natural habitat. Eventually, the true identity and nature of the felines, believed to be just animals given immortality by magic and relics of the golden age of Camelot, will be revealed, But that's another story for another time.

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Notes Initially, this - the original screencap minus the serval - was supposed to be an Instagram-mock shared by the Merlin of the National Treasure instagram AU, but I didn't have the text ready and was thus stuck since 2018. Some months ago I decided to switch the poster from Merlin to the Morgana of this AU. It made no sense for Morgana to share a pic of her sleeping brother without Merlin the serval around, so the idea of putting a serval on the bed came. Tec stuffs (aka Behind The Manip) A nightmare. I couldn't find a serval pic that fit with the perspective required. And when I did, they came with dark shadows on their legs I couldn't fix. So I had to use the blankets to mask here and there, which came with another challenge on its own. Instagram graphic made all by-hand, with much moving/copy/pasting and, especially, a wearying research to find out which font the website used. No template site. Since I created my own template, it won't reflect any future changes the platform might make (I have no intention of modify my template).

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Crossposted: Livejournal: prue84.livejournal.com/103011.html Dreamwidth: prue84.dreamwidth.org/94038.html Deviantart: deviantart.com/prue84/art/The-beast-s-lair-instagram-1015696733 (instagram post), deviantart.com/prue84/art/The-beast-s-lair-photo-1-1015696691 (photo 1), deviantart.com/prue84/art/The-beast-s-lair-photo-2-1015696758 (photo 2)

[kissorkill16]

Fireflies: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Nicky learns that crows aren't the only animals in Raven Brooks. These animals make the town heaven.

P.S., for @limoks-blogs for their recent post.

Nicky was startled awake when he heard a rattle on his trellis. He immediately got up and looked out his window, but he didn't see anything.

"Must've been a cat.", he thought. He was about to go back to sleep, but then he saw something in the corner of his eye.

A yellow piece of paper.

Curious, he climbed down his window and onto the trellis. He slowly got down and read the paper.

"Behind your house again."

Nicky immediately knew who this was from. He went to his backyard, and expected to see all of his friends. Aaron, Mya, and Lucy. But instead, he just saw Lucy.

She was wearing a light red and pink nightgown and pastel pink socks. While Nicky was in his pajamas too, they were just a plain old large T-shirt and sleep shorts, Lucy's pajamas were fancier than his by a long shot.

He didn't know why he was even envious of that. Right now, all he wanted to know was what Lucy was doing in his backyard.

"Hey, Lucy.", he said. "What're you doing here?"

Lucy took his hand in hers, guiding him from his backyard and down the sidewalk. "I want to show you something.", she said.

Nicky was confused, but he didn't pull his hand away.

What was even more confusing was the fact that they were doing this so late at night, but whatever it was, Nicky knew it couldn't wait until morning.

Nicky never told anyone about this, but he was deathly terrified of the dark. Thanks to his grandmother, he's been scared of the dark and going out at night. As he got older, he still never really wanted to go out at night.

So when Lucy started dragging him through the woods, he nearly pulled away and turned back.

"Lucy, why're we here?", asked Nicky, his voice trembling out of fear. But despite the situation, Lucy seemed to stay calm, cool and collected. What made it better was that Nicky started to calm down a little too. Maybe Lucy being near him was doing the trick.

"You'll see, Nicky. And when you do, I'll make sure you love it."

They stopped at a wide open field. So many acres of land and grass. Nicky thought he even saw a couple of barns somewhere far away. Why were they at a farm?

"This is where Farmer Llama lives.", said Lucy. "He's a grumpy old man who takes care of the animals of Raven Brooks. Not the ravens though, ravens creep him out."

"Wow.", said Nicky. "But why are we in his farm?"

Lucy pointed to the sky. "This is why."

Out of nowhere, the air started lighting up around them. Tiny sparkles of light were flying overhead, and they shined brighter than the stars.

Fireflies.

Nicky's eyes widened in surprise when he saw all of this. Lucy really dragged him all the way to this farm to see a bunch of fireflies, and he loved it. This was such a beautiful night.

"Aren't they wonderful?", asked Lucy. "They're like fairies. Baby fairies. I come here almost every night to see if they'll be here, just so I can look at them."

Lucy took Nicky's hand once again. "I wanted to show you this to prove to you that ravens aren't the only animals in Raven Brooks. This place isn't as bad as it's made out to be. When you look at it from another perspective, Raven Brooks can be paradise."

Nicky knew Lucy was right. This was beautiful, it almost made him believe that Raven Brooks was a paradise. Despite all the wacky and unpleasant things that have happened, he enjoyed it a little bit, and his friends made it even better.

"You're right, Lucy.", he said. "I love this. Thank you so much for showing me this."

Lucy smiled at the boy and kissed him on the cheek, "You're welcome, Nicky."

They stayed there for the rest of the night, not leaving until every firefly was gone.