#i am very very normal about those freckles

[ipcearn]

[gorgeousgreymatter-x]

An excerpt from my unfortunately likely very belated birthday fic for @wynnyfryd my beloved:

It’s not like there’s a definitive set of tracks that Eddie’s on the wrong side of, but there’s something about being in Loch Nora, driving through the suburbs of these rich-y rich neighborhoods that made his skin crawl. Like he’s wearing a huge neon red sign that says I’m not supposed to be here. But there are a few things he’ll venture out to Doucheville for.

The main one being money.

Okay — the only one being money. But who was he to turn down practically double his normal rates simply because Heather Holloway was too prissy to meet in the woods? Whatever, for that much extra cash he’d throw in home delivery just this once.

Of course, because nothing in Eddie’s life is fair or easy, it backfires. Not in the lack of payday kind of way, he thinks, patting the thick roll of cash newly stuffed into his back pocket. That part had gone just fine. Heather had played her part of the stuck up cheerleader and Eddie the scummy drug dealer and yada yada everybody went home happy.

It backfires more in the almost crashed his van into a tree and died simply because he’s a horny idiot kind of way.

Because the universe apparently decided that Eddie, who’d literally promised himself that he was no longer going to be an obsessed freakazoid over Steve goddamn Harrington, must be tested, must truly suffer. Why else would right now be the exact moment in time he drives past the guy while he's clearly on a run and sporting a pair of nearly indecent length running shorts coupled with a — jesus h. christ — a Hawkins High Marching Band t-shirt cut into a crop top revealing a gloriously thick treasure trail. And muscles. So many muscles.

The universe clearly wanted Eddie to die.

And now Eddie has to sit here, rubbing awkwardly at the bruise he definitely feels blooming on his forehead from the unfortunate whack it’s taken against his steering wheel. Because, as mentioned — idiot. He has to sit here while Steve fucking Harrington peers into his open window with this unfathomably sweet look of concern on his stupid angelic face that makes Eddie, for a moment, kinda wish he was dead. Especially because his brain decides, “There was a squirrel!” is the best thing to blurt out when Steve asks if he’s okay. The hasty, “I mean, I’m fine,” Eddie adds after definitely helps sell it a lot. He can tell by the way Steve’s brow is all furrowed in a stupidly cute stupid way.

“I dunno, man,” Steve says (and Eddie definitely does not stare as he watches a single bead of sweat drip down the slope of Steve’s throat, over those pair of freckles Eddie absolutely hasn't thought about sinking his teeth into), "I kind of have a lot of experience with head injuries and that looked like it hurt. Are you sure –"

"Why do you care?"

Steve's worried expression crumples into something steely that just makes Eddie feel like even more of a dick than he knows he's already being. "I just know how shitty concussions can be, sorry for worrying about you, I guess --"

Fuck. Eddie sighs. It would be so much easier if Steve was the jerk Eddie'd always thought he was instead of what he's really turning out to be, which is such a fucking sweetheart that Eddie can't help but want to do a lot of really, really not sweet things to him. "Shit, no -- I'm being an asshole. Maybe chalk it up to that possible head trauma you're worried about?"

Steve is quiet for a moment, but then that look of cool detachment disappears, and he smiles, all gleaming white teeth, and it feels like watching the fucking sun splitting through storm clouds or some shit. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Eddie blinks and sees that Harrington's got his middle finger up, flipping him the bird with such a smug little smirk on that pretty face that Eddie can't help it. He laughs. "Cute."

"You really think so?" Maybe it's the heat. That's gotta be it, Eddie thinks, watching how Steve's cheeks flush, watches as it spreads down past his throat, past those tufts of chest hair poking up teasingly past the stretched out collar of his borrowed t shirt.

The t-shirt Steve had so clearly borrowed from Robin. Robin, who was supposedly Harrington's girlfriend. The image of Robin from earlier in the cafeteria that day wearing Steve’s letterman jacket flashes across his mind and he has to bite him own tongue to stop himself from wincing.

Eddie's gonna throw up. Maybe he does have a concussion after all.

[thswrtchdthng]

YOU. give me your jonah magnus headcanons

oh FUCK yes.

let me preface this by saying I could talk about this piece of shit for HOURS. also these range from completely random trivia things to silly to oddly specific. also I may have projected a bit too much but oh well, that's what fictional babygirls are for

- I'm a trans Jonah truther. but also he'd been going exclusively by he/him pretty much his whole life until someone in the middle of an argument called him "it" and he had one of those "wait am I even a person" moments and since then he does not know wtf he is. is he a man? is he a thing? is he a creature? is he a concept? none of the above? all of the avobe? who knows. not even the Eye knows what's going on with that.

- he grew up on the outskirts of Edinburgh, and he has very mixed feelings about it. like on one hand he did not like it and was overjoyed to leave, but on the other that is his home and you will not disrespect it. to this day if anyone talks shit about Edinburgh or Scotland in general he has to stop himself from acting bothered about it.

- I'm sorry but I can smell his daddy/mommy issues from MILES away (he has both).

- he used to be super self-conscious. the "shit they're all staring at me but I need to pretend to be confident and respectable so fuck it" sort of way.

- he was especially insecure about his freckles. he was convinced they made him look like a little kid (which is not true, freckles are gorgeous and fuck anyone who thinks otherwise).

- he's always had a huge staring problem. and he originally had really big eyes so if anyone caught his interest they'd just be doing their thing and then turn around and catch him like 👁️_👁️.

- also he was always that kid that asked too many questions, especially regarding god (another thing I can smell from miles away is the religious trauma).

- he was born on november 13th 1787 (a tuesday the 13th, which in some cultures is believed to be a bad luck day, like friday the 13th) and officially founded the Institute on his 31st birthday (november 13th 1818, a friday the 13th).

- he has a collection of lover's eyes gifted by his many boyfriends acquaintances. he's got them all in a little box at his place and he remembers the exact moment each was gifted to him.

- I'm not going to get into how I imagine the time between when Barnabas got chucked into the Lonely and when he went to get his bones (it would take far too long) but this bitch was Not Having A Good Time. those broken glasses and torn pages Barny mentioned in his last letter? all him baby.

- also after Barnabas died he had a period of a couple weeks where he did not speak. not one word. he looked completely normal otherwise but people did notice. after that he just acted like nothing had happened and pretended to be clueless when people asked him about it.

- speaking of Barnabas's bones, he got a quill made of the bones in the ring finger of his left hand. he never uses it (no occasion is special enough) but he takes it with him any time he leaves the Institute for longer than a day (he couldn't take it with him to jail though :( ).

- speaking of leaving the Institute, he travels surprisingly rarely. it's not that he doesn't like traveling or that he can't afford it, he simply doesn't do it.

- Jonathan Fanshawe's last letter hurt him far more than he expected, and so did Albrecht's death. he thought he wouldn't feel much after Barny's death but that shit hit him.

- his eyesight gets worse every time he gets a new body. as Elias his glasses are so thick it's almost comical.

- he loves fluffy blankets with a PASSION.

-but he despises fluffy sweaters. he cannot wear them.

- he also loves pillows, cushions etc. he has at least 10 in his bed.

- you can't tell me his egotistical ass doesn't spend AT LEAST 2 hours getting ready every day (and 50% of that time he spends just staring at himself, checking that every minute detail is absolutely perfect).

- he's a raging hypochondriac. this man (gender neutral) will sneeze once and he's already thinking about his next body.

- his favorite cake flavour is red velvet. also black forest cake reminds him of Albrecht.

- as much as I like the joke of Jonah being the Lukases communal bootycall, he actually despises most of that family.

- aside from his long list of "acquaintances", he did have a super short fling with Simon Fairchild. Simon still jokes about it to this day and Jonah hates him for it.

- when he's angry or under a lot of stress he'll just stop blinking. like he usually doesn't blink as often as The Average Human, but if he's mad he'll just stop entirely. this started happening after the failed Watcher's Crown, but he didn't notice it until one time Gertrude pointed it out (that was a fun conversation, I might write something about this eventually).

- sometimes he'll forget or just not feel like doing normal bodily functions like eating or sleeping, and when he remembers that he has to in order to, you know, function, he gets so mad about it (why are human bodies so high maintenance and so unreliable at the same time istg).

- he used to be a sacredy cat. not anymore because he can See when people are close to him, but if you were to come up behind him to scare him back in the day he would leap.

- he has an odd fondness for amaranth flowers. I doubt he's a plant person but he likes those a lot (and tbh now that I think about it the mental image of plant mom Jonah makes me very soft. he'd tell the plants his Evil Plans and shit).

this is all I could think of off the top of my head but I'll probably add more as time goes by. I loved finally listing my headcanons for this little fucker so thanks for giving me the chance lol

[theoreticaltranstherian]

ARTISTS! PICREW FOLKS! ECT!

I have a challenge.

I am going to, using my magical powers of description and poetic word choice, describe myself.

You should try to draw/make me based on what I describe and mention me in the post/reblog this post with the picture!

No pressure but if you see this and aren't an artist but know someone who may be, perhaps reblog and mention them? Just if you don't mind :)

However, do not (and I can't stress this enough) use AI art for this. I do not support the use of AI art at all and I do not want to interact with jt whatsoever

(it's gonna be in the third person bc I can write like that better)

(also sorry for my weird similies)

He stood there in front of the mirror, somehwat awkwardly, observing himself. He was 5'6 - no idea why he had that memorized, but oh well - and built like a tree. That is, if that tree was in fact not a tree but a stick with limbs. He had Fluffy red hair that fell to his shoulders when it was wet but rested normally a few inches above. How he hated that hair; Utterly untameable and never sat quite right. He had disproportionately long legs, not so much that it stood out normally, but if it was mentioned you could see it and when wearing skirts or shorts his long expanse of leg seemed to stretch on forever. He had very little muscle, and as he flexed experimentally in the mirror, he snorted - He looked like he was built with pencils. His shoulders and hips were the same width, that is to say quite narrow and somewhat awkwardly thin; it matched the rest of him, but he couldn't help but wish that he was bulkier. His neck was functional if not a little short. Attached to it, as with most humanoids, was his head. He wore thick rimmed round glasses both because they had to be with how thick his lenses were and they hid more of his face, which he was quite insecure about anyway. His ears were ever so slightly uneven, leading to his glasses never quite sitting right on his face and usually resting on his nose. Oh, his nose; the only thing he didn't despise about his face. Not that it was a specifically good nose - One of the nostrils were a bit bigger than the other and it was sort of small - but it looked the least weird out of all his facial features. Resting below his nose was a septum ring, the same black one he'd had on since he got the piercing only because he couldn't be bothered to change it. Continuing down past his lightly freckled face was his mouth, as was to be expected. He had pale lips to match his equally pale skin, the two only differentiated by a slight pink tinge on the former and the assumption that he was not in fact a snake and did have lips. He had eyebrows slightly darker than his hair, although to tell the truth he sometimes would use mascara to make them darker because of his fragile masculinity and his need to fit traditional male standards of appearance so as not to be misgendered. His face overall was the shape of one of those Japanese watermelons that had started to become squared but only very barely before escaping its clear plastic prison. He wasn't insecure about his height, but that didn't stop him from always wearing platforms; he just liked how they looked. He was currently wearing his favorite outfit, consisting of a black tank top that went a few inches up his neck, an olive and dark green striped button up not fulfilling its namesake over top, and some pale dark green cargo pants. He hated wearing jewelry, as it was just one more thing to lose, but he always had on a chain with a gold ring holding a small clock face; His partner had asked him out with it, and he kept it with him because he knew if he set it down in his dump of a room it would be lost to the ether the second he looked away. He also had his ears pierced, but rarely wore earrings and instead always had on a pair of headphones to help with the constant anxiety from noise. He had tried to wear headphones with earrings in the past but found it extremely uncomfortable. As he stepped back from the mirror, he realized his internal monolog was extremely monotonous, and decided to stop observing himself.

Thank you to @annotated-catastrophe for the original idea!!!!

[xanyiaz]

guys i AM 'the' gavin, avior, porter and camelopardalis fan 🙏🙏‼️and here's why @plaqying :

I MADE GAVIN IN THE SIMS 💀💀 and also posted several fanarts of him (on my friend's behalf):

also i wrote this essay about him:

lemme just write an essay about vincent and gavin for a second-

so i was relistening to this audio earlier *the vincent audio after lovely got kidnapped*

and he talks about how he was kind of an asshole before because he was only ever thinking short-term and only ever flirting with people as a means to eventually feed from them. but lovely and what they went through with adam changed him because it made him realise that he had changed. he had become different from how he was as a human, but lovely made him remember that version of himself - like they awakened the vincent that, although still being very flirty, he sees and embraces them as they are, and doesn't just flirt to feed but because he wants to, because he loves to, since he loves them. it reminds me of my other favourite character gavin - how he's also an asshole in the beginning (i have a type ig 💀) but it's only because other people only saw him as sex, as a tool to get off with, but not as just he is. they ignored the best part of him - his heart. they forgot he even has one because they were too busy wrapping themselves up in a fantasy with him, only to then throw him away once they're finished. but freelancer stuck around. they saw him for how he is. not as an incubus, just as "gavin". i love characters like this - that, at first glance, just seem a certain way, but underneath all that, the flirty exteriors, are the most beautiful beings with hearts of gold. and both of them are so patient; they didn't expect anything in return, after all, why would they? everyone else only wanted them for their flirty self or to use them for their body, not for their soul. lovely helped vincent realise that he had grown too used to putting up a false flirty front and that because of that, he had forgotten who he was underneath all that - a caring, loving person who also encourages lovely to become a better person; and freelancer, who got helped by an incubus and some silly lil elementals to realise that it's ok to reach out for help sometimes and that doing so isn't a burden on others, helped gavin realise that people want to be around him for more reasons than just sex, he is deserving and worthy of much more than that.

in short i'm so incredibly sane about them and love them a totally normal amount i promise.

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wrote 2 POEMS based on avior and starlight:

also i imagined this: if starlight had/has pimples or spots or freckles and disliked them or felt insecure because of them i just KNOW avior would like- compare them to the stars and the night sky and kiss every one lightly, showering them with love until they start believing themself that they are as beautiful as avior says. this is how i imagine it:

slight sovereign state spoilers ig ??

starlight: "i'm breaking out so much, look how many pimples i have showing."

avior: "hey, don't say those things about yourself. all your spots and details and everything about you considered an "imperfection" by yourself, or anyone else, are my favourite parts of you. they paint star constellations all over you, and every time i look at you, i just want to plant kisses over each and every one of them. we may not have had any indicators of what time of day it was when we were stuck in hell together, but you were and still are my night sky, my sunshine, my whole universe, all the stars in my galaxy. every time i look at you, i see that all over you. your so called "imperfections" ignite my soul. you're my everything, starlight. never hate anything about yourself. and do not doubt even for a single second that the way i feel about you would change because of all your beautiful details. you are the stars that light up the galaxy of my heart. starlight, star bright, the stars in your eyes light up my life."

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look how many porter headcanons i wrote RAAHHHHH:

- under people's skin or in contrast, how to charm and flatter people, he's SO charismatic and knows exactly how to get what he wants

- he has dyed tips of his hair- like i imagine it being either white/light grey or black and then like red or purple or blue dyed tips and like it's longish shoulder length but styled like miyamura from horimiya

- he likes board games but ESPECIALLY cluedo

- he likes wine-tasting

- he has heterochromia eyes- either like blue and red or blue and purple

- he wears corsets 🤭

- he wears HELLA jewellery- skull rings and loads of ear piercings and like a tooth necklace or something and just LOADS of vintage jewellery

- he knows how under people's skin or in contrast, how to charm and flatter people, he's SO charismatic and knows exactly how to get what he wants

- but also- he's so used to charming people or putting on a show/facade that, when people do genuinely want to get to know him and be close with him, he's reluctant and inexperienced- most people don't stick around after they get what they want from him, which is why he's so interested in & curious about treasure, why he's so enamoured with them bc they also seem so enamoured with him and he wants to understand why.

- also he has the sluttiest waist ever and he's so babygirl- wbk but i had to say it anyways 💀

also i made a playlist for him ofc <3

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i also made these edits of gavin, gavin (again) + cam and porter (edited him twice) (can't believe i haven't edited avior yet smh):

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camelopardalis my love <33

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i have made more posts about all of them but it would take too long to scroll so you'll just have to take my word for it 😭‼️also i LITERALLY have most of gavin's audios memorised by now- and also porter's first audio- trust i am all of their biggest fan 🙏🙏 but also if i don't win- that's fair enough lol good luck to everyone 🫶🫶

[rollofleaf]

Owlcatober Day 2: Fake Names

Day 2, give it up for day 2! A short bit with Hilde, originally this was going to be part of the Dance of Masks fic and it does still lead into that. I am working on that, just not while I'm doing these monthly challenges.

Queen Galfrey chose to stay behind while the rest went to the festival. Hilde had to order Anevia and Irabeth along; the two tried to refuse the respite they desperately needed. The trip to Kenabres took two uneventful days, and two nights that Arueshalae spent curled up tight in the arms of her Hilde. The camp was too intimate for them to be comfortable with sex, especially when Arueshalae knew she wouldn’t be able to keep quiet. She didn’t mind, cuddling inside a warm sleeping bag pressed against Hilde’s flushed skin brought her all the bliss she could ever want. Aivu joined them, sleeping with her head on their bag like an enormous puppy and very happy to be traveling outside of Drezen.

Arueshalae awoke on the third morning to find herself alone. A brief pang of loneliness hit her, swiftly dimmed by the sound of Hilde’s voice outside. Nenio’s followed, a collected, “How about that? Do you approve?”

“It’s perfect. Thank you, Nenio!” Hilde’s voice rang out again, just outside the tent. Arueshalae slipped on a vest and some pants and poked her head out. Nenio was sitting next to a woman who was looking at herself in the mirror. The woman’s form shimmered for a brief instant as she looked at Arueshalae and grinned. “Oh, Arueshalae, good morning!” She had Hilde’s voice, but her skin was lighter, her eyes were a deep brown, and her hair was a vibrant platinum blonde. The illusion wrapped around Hilde didn’t hide her freckles or the scar over her nose, though.

Arueshalae looked at her with some confusion. “O-oh! Good morning. Um, why do you look like a human? A very lovely human,” she couldn’t help but add.

Hilde shrugged and looked back. “I think I’m going to go to the festival like this. If it’s really in my honor, then showing up as myself will just be… I won’t get a moment alone. I won’t get to enjoy it as myself, I’ll just be a symbol swarmed by people. I miss being a normal person, not the Knight Commander.”

Arueshalae squatted down next to Hilde and Nenio, a pensive look coming over her face. “Maybe I should do that too…” She looked down at her own tail as it twitched and curled gently around Hilde’s wrist. “I’ve changed, but… Most people probably won’t see that. They’ll still just see the monster. Oh, but disguising myself feels too much like deception!”

Nenio briefly glanced up, then went back to studying the ring she was imbuing with the illusion. “I’m not implying you haven’t redeemed yourself, but I might caution against a disguise. Statistically, you are far more likely to suffer violence if someone sees through your illusion than Hilde is. Far, far more likely.”

“That’s… True. M-maybe I just shouldn’t go. I wouldn’t want to cause a scene or scare people or-“ Arueshalae paused as Hilde tapped her tail twice. Their little code that Arueshalae was getting in her head and starting to spiral. Hilde’s signal for her to stop, breathe, and clear her head. She did as she was asked, closing her eyes and sucking in a few breaths through her teeth. “S-sorry. No, I… I should go as myself. My true, honest self, shown to the world.” 

She let out a squeak as Hilde planted a kiss on her cheek. “There’s my brave Arueshalae… As for me… I think I’ll be going as, um, shit, help me think of a fake name.”

Arueshalae tilted her head. “Um… Why? Oh, I suppose you’d be recognized by your name. Hilda, maybe? No, that’s too obvious. Edlih! It’s Hilde backwards! Also too obvious?”

Nenio chimed in, “And it doesn’t sound like a normal name. Perhaps, was there a name you were almost given as a child?”

Hilde sighed. “Yes, but those were all boy’s names. Oh! Nenio, could you make the illusion look a bit more Varisian? I’ll be Esmerelda today!”

“Esmerelda… That name sounds familiar.” Arueshalae sat down, wracking her brain for any mention Hilde had made of such a person.

Hilde answered quickly with a grin. “Esmerelda was the woman that let me travel with her caravan when I left home. She was kind of like my mom for a few years… No doubt she’s gone now, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind me borrowing her identity a little! So there’s a name that has some meaning to me.”

[paddedlittleparadise]

Renée's Absolutely Awful Summer (Patreon/Ream Tier 2 Teaser)

Hey, all! So I don't normally post teasers from the exclusive tier-2 content on my Patreon and Ream, but this one's an exception. Why not take a peek and see what horrible and totally realistic things have been happening to our adorable protagonist?

For the record, this multi-chapter story is meant as a satire on a particular kind of AB/DL story – not of any particular author! It's all meant in good fun :-)

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When Renée woke that Saturday morning in late May, she had no idea that it was going to be the first day of a very, very crazy summer.

"Wha-a?" She sat up in bed, blinking down in confusion at the strange sensation around her bottom. If she was any other young woman, she might have pulled back the covers to investigate what horrible, shameful secret might be there. But she wasn't just any other young woman – oh, no. She had already realized that she was the protagonist in a kinky AB/DL story… and that meant she had to stop everything. Blink meekly into the middle distance, as if into the hungry eyes of the readers. And wait for the omniscient narrator to explain exactly what an adorable, lust-worthy character she was.

You see (the omniscient narrator announced, in the most lovely, rumbly narrator voice imaginable) Renée was twenty-one years old and definitely, totally, legally an adult. This was absolutely true, despite the odd genetic tendencies that had stunted her growth and made her look no more than a mere sixteen. She had shoulder-length brown hair and brown bangs and brown eyes – and freckles, too, for good measure. Her bra size was 32A, her weight 111.5 pounds, her height four feet eleven inches, her shoe size 6W, her glasses prescription -3.00 -3.75, and her blood type A-positive. Her middle name was Dawn, her favorite color was lavender, the name of her favorite teacher was Ms. Stapleton, and the name of her first pet was Hank (the hamster). She was-

The narrator paused, realizing belatedly that he might have given too much information too quickly. Ahem, he announced, a trifle apologetically. That is to say, Renée was a super cute and super lust-worthy AB/DL protagonist. She was very short, you see, and her chest was flat as a teenage boy's. Oh, see those freckles? And those bangs? And did I mention how short she was? Again, totally legal and totally an adult! But yeah, she was pretty freaking ador-

Renée impatiently pulled back the covers at last, and the narrator mercifully shut up. But oh, the horror! For what was she looking at with those cute, wide brown eyes of her? Not just the faded fabric of her favorite pajama bottoms. Not even Jerry, the tattered stuffed iguana that she slept with every night, now lying flat on his back like roadkill. Oh, no. It was a

GIANT WET PATCH IN HER BED!!!

"Oh my gawd!" shrieked her mother, who had suddenly and illogically appeared in her room. "My big adult dawta just peed her bed! Whaddya hafta say for yourself, girl? Huh? HUH? You think it's funny, laying there and peeing yourself? I didn't think you was a frickin' baby no more, you know!"

The narrator began to interject with exposition – explaining something about how Renée's nameless mother was a stout, domineering, no-nonsense sort of parent – but his voice was drowned out as Renée's adorable little face crumpled immediately down into pathetic little wails. "I- I'm sorryy, Mom," she pleaded, blinking in chagrin down at the GIANT WET PATCH she was sitting in. "I didn't- I never-! I- hic! I never wet the bed be- hic! fore! Not even last semest- hic! -err…"

In case it wasn't obvious, Renée got the hiccups every time she was upset.

"Oh, be quiet!" Having put up with them for twenty-one years, her mother apparently found her daughter's hiccups anything but endearing. "Listen: I haven't the slightest reason why you might have developed a case of nocturnal enuresis during the last twenty-four hours. However, since I am stout, domineering, no-nonsense sort of parent, I have no intention of demonstrating paternal affection or ensuring that you receive proper medical attention. On the contrary, I firmly believe that my best course of action at this juncture will be to administer a painful, hopelessly outdated form of corporal punishment on a sensitive yet durable portion of your anatomy…"

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Oh, no! Whatever will happen to that cute protagonist's sensitive yet durable bottom?

If you want to find out more, why not check it – and lots of other stories – out over on Tier 2 of my Patreon or Ream?

[heroictoonz]

Thoughts on season 17?

So I talked briefly about s17 last night in a 2am haze here are those rambles but I'll try to give a whole debriefing on my opinions here (spoilers ahead obvi)

So, honestly, going into s17 I was very skeptical. I hate s16 with a passion even rewatching it last night to do this little 'finally finishing the show' thing I'm currently doing. I also have heard a lot of people talk about how Tucker was done dirty in these ending seasons. And I'm the kinda guy that does his best to hold of on having opinions on stuff I haven't personally watched cause I just don't think anyone can realistically have a strong opinion just based on other peoples thoughts and words. Buuuut it still didn't put much hope in me that was for sure lol

Going in though I was, admittedly, pleasantly surprised. It wasn't, like, amazing but it didn't suck! And it was FAR better than s16 and at this point that's all I can ask for lmao. The first thing I wanna talk about is, obviously, Tucker (lol) and his whole thing in s17.

So, like most RVB seasons, s17 is the continuation and end of of the time travel arc thing so it's coming off of s15 and s16 but mostly s16. Now, I'm actually gonna go ahead an preface all this with saying I fucking HATE time travel in media it almost always gives me a headache and I will talk about that at some point but I wanted to get that out of the way here.

SO Tucker. My guy of all time the dude of always and forever. He got probably ones of my favorite arcs of all time for a character especially in RvB seconded only to like the Freelancers. And I've talked about how much s16 basically turned me off the show for a LONG while and most of that was because of how they were writing Tucker.

S17 is not nearly as bad here. So they actually give a reason to his weird ass behavior in s16 and where I don't think it was perfectly executed it made it a lot more bearable for me, honestly. It put more context as to why his personality did almost a complete 180. It also gave me the time to really pick apart what they were clearly trying to do with him. Like having him work through his masking he does for his insecurities and still processing the whole hero arc he got a few seasons back. That's all super interesting I just do wish they'd have done it better.

But I will say; TUCKER IN THE LABYRINTH? TUCKER IN THE LABYRINTH??? FUCKING HELLO???? Like. No one said anything in the episode really. But like. My brother in christ he had a panic attack and then passed out on the fucking floor cause he watched his friends disappear and didn't know what to do or how to get them back. LIKE OH MY GOD??? Like Chorus we saw him get pretty frantic about the others being 'taken' by the Federation. So he gets pretty obsessive when someone is missing it seems but for his greatest fear that the Labyrinth used to try and get him to kill himself was juts? A fear of being alone??? That's insane. Like lots of people fear being alone! Lots of people fear their friends and family leaving them! That's normal ish enough. But for Tuckers fear to be so fucking strong that the AI believed it was enough to kill him?! DUDE WHAT? THATS INSANE! IT MAKES ME ACTIVLLY CRAZY WHAT THE HELL! I think blowing up is the only way I can cope with this thanks

Also, speaking. Of Tucker. UM THE TIME FRAGMENT HE HAD TO FIX? THANKS. THANK YOU. THAT WAS SO PAINFUL. THAT WAS FUCKING FOR ME PERSONALLY. THEY DID THAT SHIT FOR ME. No joke that happened and I fucking scrambled out of my bed and ran to my qp's room like STARRRRR and I'm over here like climbing into their bed and half to tears about to sob like a clown just like "STAR STAR THEY DID THE THING THEY DID THE THING ITS FRECKLES SHAKE STAR STAR HE HAD TO RELIVE FRECKLES SHAKE STARRRRR" and they're like "... yeah?" (<- They have seen like two seasons of this show and have no idea what the fuck I am on) BUT LIKE DAMN HIM HAVING TO SABOTAGE HIS OWN TEAM TO MAKE IT TURN OUT THE WAY HE NEEDS IT TO FIX THE TIMELINE. FUCKED UP. ESPECIALLY TO LEARN HOW FUCKING SCARED HE IS OF SHIT LIKE THAT EXACT SITUATION HAPPENING? FUCKING AWEFUL I LOVED EVERY SECOND IT WAS AMAZING BEST DECISION SINCE SLICED BREAD HOLY FUCK!

So, uh, yeah they made up for s16 at least for me :)

ANYWAYS. Other parts I loved: so like, fr? The time travel in this season wasn't as bad as other shows. It was p easy to grasp and the whole "reliving events to fix those points in time" actually made more since than most bullshitted time travel plots (I'M LOOKING AT YOU NINJAGO SEASON 2 EPISODE 6 WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME. IM LOOKING DIRECTLY AT YOU) so I did really appreciate that. Also them jumping through time like they were doing especially when Donut was with Wash? FUCKING AMAZING. It was like genuinely hysterical them continuously going back to the point where he shoots Donut and Donuts like WHY DO I KEEP DOING THIS??? It's great peek comedy especially when its Wash that brings them back to that moment n hes like oh fuck im so sorry its GREAT

ALSO MORE OF THE FREELANCERS !!!! I LOVE THEM!!!! I love seeing our silly guy Wash interacting with the other Freelancers. Wash and Donut in this season were literally perfect. I loved them befriending each other and being silly together. Donut and Wash adventures are honestly the best part of this season actually.

Also WASH AND CAROLINA THIS WHOLE SEASON OH MY GOD. OHHH MY GOD. They make me so insane this season watching both how they started and then how they had like their mini breakup but came back together CAROLINA CALLING HIM HER BROTHER FUUUUCKKKK ITS SO EVERYTHING TO ME MAN THEY ARE FUCKING FAMILY DAMNIT

Speaking of family DONUT FINALLY GETTING RESPECT FROM THE REDS N BLUES! HOLY SHIT!! I've always hated how sidelined Donut got cause I love him I think he's great. But like, they pretend like he's so forgettable or not even there. And having TUCKER learn his character development in this season from DONUT and him and Wash telling ppl like no assholes listen to Donut he knows what he's talking about he can lead us THAT FUCKED ME UP THAT WAS SO GOOD ILL BLOW UP

I do, however, wish that Donut had more self respect. The whole "they may hate me but theyre till my friends!" bit was kinda not great LIKE if it had come in AFTER some of the stuff between him and Wash or him n Tucker then that would be fine but idk it felt weird that Donut chose the reds n blues over Chronos in s16 finale to me like it would make more sense if he was like nah fuck BOTH yall but we still gotta save the planet for me at least and then coming around like woah wait yall do care about me? n the apologies n shit

Speaking of apologies fucking Wash being like "you are all going after him and saying youre sorry" was so funny hes such a dad

HMMMM ALSO CAROLINA'S BIT IN THE LABYRINTH!! THAT WAS ALSO SOOO GOOD not to be insane but when she talks about having people in her life and that makes her stronger the camera is specifically showing Tucker and Wash behind her and this is where I blow up I just explode I cannot cope WAH

There's like just so many good character moments like with Grif and Kai in her Labyrinth god that was so so so good. And Huggins and Grif was also the perfect of all time as always. Huggins and Grif are so good I love them.

I will say another negative admittedly was how hard Kai had it out for Tucker like when they were trying to snap him out of the time thing and out of the Labyrinth idk like I'm sure it was all for laughs but it felt like when they had their talk that things were gonna be better for them like as friends obvi not as an item since she shut that down. But then like idk it felt kinda off to me but also the whole s16 thing just made me SUPER put off on any Kai and Tucker stuff in canon material. I LOVE the idea of them being friends I used to hc Tucker being super super close w both Grif sibs and I personally still do! But the show eh idk hard to explain ig lol

the TLDR is i liked it! it wasnt perfect but it was waaaay better than s16 and i had a good time either way !

[writtenjewels]

Ameli

I'll Wait

He could find no way to ease his restless nerves. Pacing made his captors nervous; he wasn't allowed to smoke; he did not want to pick up a nail-biting habit. Salim ended up drumming his fingers on his thigh. Whenever someone walked into the room he would perk up, only to be disappointed when it wasn't Jason. The men in hazmat suits finally allowed Salim to speak with his son, and he was eager to talk to Jason about it.

Truth be told, he would have been eager to see Jason regardless. He felt amiable toward the other three Americans, but he and Jason had gone through a lot in a short amount of time. They were far more than just allies of convenience; they were the sword and the shield.

Jason finally appeared and Salim felt his spirits lift. He still couldn't get over how different Jason looked away from the catacombs. Without his hat, he could have been just another American tourist. His dark hair was cut a little longer than a military buzz cut and not being allowed a razor had allowed dark stubble to start growing on his jawline. His faded blue shirt had already made him stand out but now it seemed even more eye-catching, like he had brought a piece of the sky into the quarantine with him.

“Hey,” Jason greeted him. “You look like you got good news.”

“I should not have doubted your 'civilized words,' my friend,” Salim said, beaming. “I called Zain and told him I'm safe. He opened the present I gave him over the phone. He was very pleased.”

“You'll give him a bigger present when you get home,” Jason assured him. He sounded so sure and confident. Salim clung onto it, just as he did when they were down in the catacombs.

“I found a deck of cards,” Salim mentioned. “I can teach you an Arabic card game.” There was a moment of hesitation from Jason and he took in a slow breath. He nodded and followed Salim over to a table.

It wasn't the first time Salim noticed Jason losing his confidence. He watched it happen when Jason told him about the checkpoint. He understood what it meant for this man to be so open and vulnerable around him, and met it with gentle patience. Salim was trying to offer that again. He was scared that if he pushed too hard or confronted Jason before he was ready, he would lose Jason.

It would have been easier if air support was never called. Then he might have had time to get away before help came. If he was the one to walk away, he could bear it. Salim told Jason that Zain was all he had left in this world. That was no longer true, and it was terrifying.

“I hear you thinkin',” Jason prodded him.

“How?” The question was a distraction and Salim felt a little cowardly for using it. “You always seem able to hear my thoughts.”

“I'm tuned into your signal.” Jason tapped his temple.

“Normally I would think you're messing with me again, but we've just encountered alien vampires.” Salim started shuffling the cards. The games he knew required four people, but he could still teach Jason the basics. “Your ears being transmitters for brain radio waves doesn't seem so strange.” Jason's lips moved into a little smile and their eyes met. There was a shift in Jason's eyes as his expression softened more. It was for only a moment before he seemed to catch himself and pull back, but it was enough to make Salim hope.

“You got a way with words, Salim,” Jason remarked.

“So do you.” He caught Jason's gaze again. Looking at Jason away from the shadows made Salim's heart beat a little faster. Those freckles were so charming. The ache in his body was unfamiliar but powerful. Now he was the one taking the slow breath.

What he felt was illegal here. He shouldn't even be considering it. Yet Jason helped him to believe in impossible things down in the catacombs. If he would just give Salim hope now... Be patient. Wait.

“Salim,” Jason spoke up. Salim paused in the middle of shuffling the cards. “Seriously, man, what's up?”

“I was thinking that despite everything, I'm happy to be here.”

“Same,” Jason agreed. He smiled, his face turning a little pink. Salim's heart skipped when he saw it. Maybe... maybe... “I think for the first time--” Jason stopped, dropping his gaze.

“It's okay,” Salim soothed him. He rested his hand on the table within easy reach of Jason. “You're okay.” Jason's expression shifted into that vulnerability he showed Salim before. Salim flipped his hand over. If Jason could hear thoughts, Salim hoped he tuned in now. He needed Jason to do this for him again, as he did over and over in those catacombs.

“Salim...” There was that vulnerable look in Jason's eyes again. Salim leaned closer, thinking Jason wanted to say something. Instead, he felt a tentative peck on his mouth. It sent a spark through his whole body and it took everything in him to hold back the flood of emotion. He was so afraid that he might scare Jason away. So he returned the pressure gently before pulling back.

“For the first time,” Jason resumed, the pink on his cheeks deepening to red, “I'm really happy.”

Once again, he was giving Salim hope.

[murainhell]

I like Alastor's designs that include more deer details, but I've noticed that I'm not thinking on the same deer as the rest or something? Or that everyone uses the same base and ideas, but which are not necessarily correct? (I write this just to talk about deer, everybody can draw him as they want without having to take into consideration real biology, just have fun <3)

I guess most people are using the white-tailed deer, right?

(I love that in most of the photos, deers are looking at the camera; it's not surprising that Alastor knows when Vox is watching him).

It is, after all, an American species. And people tend to draw him with a tail with white details, so I guess we're going this way. But a few details:

I have seen that it has become very popular to put a lot of fur on his chest and I really want to know who started that?? Because yes, there are deer that have a lot of it, but it's usually on the neck. And as far as I remember right now it's another species, Canadian maybe? (I'm not that well versed in the species on the other side of the pond, sorry, but it sounds like a thing for a colder region). For me, the fact that he has a broad chest is because that's the way the designs of the series are, but in his case it's also because the deer are built like way lol

I am guilty of this too, but normally deer have their tails down when they are relaxed. If it is up, they are alerted, signalling danger to others.

Which would make sense with him, because I imagine he lives on constant guard, but don't be afraid to make his tail relaxed once in a while. Also, I don't think he would be happy to show the white part, because it could be interpreted as him seeing you as a danger.

Okay, I admit it, I love it when people draw dots on Alastor's fur or like freckles. That said… Only fawns have that. It's adorable, but I feel like he'd die of embarrassment if he had those marks and would hide them.

He was still a man in his late thirties or early forties when he died, if I remember correctly from the file they found with information for auditions while they were looking for actors? Just as I feel his human designs look too young (please, someone add laugh lines and wrinkles on him; in Hell he clearly looks younger (not a rare thing according to Helluva Boss), but I guess he pursued his hobby as an older man too), the dots on his fur make me think of him as a child orz

There are some species that do have spots when they are older, such as fallow deer (different antler shape) or sika deer, but they live in other parts of the world.

A lot of redesigns I see give him more elaborate and bigger antlers, because deer have them like that, don't they?

Can I offer you the roe deer in these difficult times?

Wrong continent? Yes. Beautiful antlers just like he has when he's not in his demonic form? YES. Also, red fur.

And the detail that makes me laugh the most, in the debate of whether Alastor has a tail or not, roe deer have super small tails, so in this case the anatomically correct answer would be no lol

Wrong part of the world too, as it lives in Latin America, but I simply love the marsh deer.

Beautiful species in a vulnerable state of conservation :( But every time I draw Alastor's arms and legs with black fur, they always come to my mind. It's literally what happens to these deer. And they have a beautiful reddish colour.

But then again, these are just ramblings. Thank you for reading this far. I just really like deer lol It's always a magical experience when I travel to Cazorla and I come across them in the forest.

[arsoooooonmun]

The Last Time.

An Abby Anderson "The Last Time" by Taylor Swift inspired one-shot AU

Reader is in her mid 20's, but this doesn't have any mature scenes.

Avoided the use of Y/N.

Abby might be OOC in some dialouges.

There are no specific features of the reader because this is just pure angst. :))

hehe grammar might not be oh-so-good bear with me plz 😘🤞

enjoy . (i cried while writing this)

AUTHORS NOTE: Hi! I know I just ghosted the very first work of mine (SHOT), but I had a huge reason for it: I am busy. (I actually got lazy and was mentally unready for the amount of notes that the social media au I posted got. I also was burned out from those types of au, so.... have this. A one-shot.)

Abby didn't notice it at first. She thought it was all normal. Burn-outs are normal in a relationship, aren't they?

Sure, the relationship was rocky at first because Abby told you in the first place that she wasn't ready for commitment, but she told you, "I'll do my best for you."

Now, you just feel like gaslighting your way out of this place because you are so suffocated in the room that was once a home for you, but now, you wish nothing but to leave.

She never told you that within that phrase, you had to sacrifice yourself too.

Three years had passed ever since you two were official. The first two years were fun, laughing while looking at the sunset — staring at her freckles when she smiled so hard while talking about your memories together.

And now they're all going just to be memories.

It's a Friday night, and Abby was supposed to be free. Abby was a neurosurgeon, and yes, the work is hard, but aren't you working hard too while also making the time for her?

And god forbid, but you hoped she didn't forget that it's your fourth year together. You wished that she didn't forget your anniversary again.

You called her and texted her again and again, but nothing. Three hours and it's now 2am, your anniversary has now passed.

Your tears were flowing and clenched hard on your shirt. It was a simple request, you decorated the whole place, and you asked her to come home early since she is off at work at 9 pm.

You weren't that hard to please, a bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates — heck even a simple letter will make you understand her.

Still nothing.

And now Abby just opened the door.

Looking at her walk, she was drunk.

She forgot it again.

Abby didn't even notice you sitting on the couch.

"Oh, I don't know you are still awake." Abby told you once she noticed you. Your hurt crushed with the thought that she didn't even tell you why she was late and drunk.

"Abby, do you even know what time it is?" With all your remaining patience and love, you hid your disappointment and tried to understand.

"Sorry, me and my workmates decided to drink. It's just a fun refreshment." Abby looked around and noticed the balloons scattered on the floor.

"Why are there balloons? Did anyone even think of cleaning up? Were your friends here?"

Your eyes widen and tears started streaming down your face again.

"It's our fucking anniversary, Anderson." Your words were filled with anger. It was heart-wrenching, you wanted to puke right then and there, is Abby even your girlfriend anymore?

Does she even love you anymore?

It seems like cold water has washed over Abby, and she looked at you with wide eyes.

"Oh my god, I am sorry, darling —" You cut her off before she had the chance to continue her apology with the same reasons again.

You sighed loud enough and looked down. "I am done, Abby."

"I am done with us. Let's break up."

Abby's face froze all over, you couldn't see it and you shouldn't because you know deep inside you'll take your words back but then, you'll hurt yourself all over again.

And you were honestly tired.

"I can't bear the thought that you can just say sorry and then hurt me all over again. God fucking dammit Abby, this isn't even the first time you forgot an occasion about us. You fucking forgot my birthday last year and this year. And you know what? I forgave you because you were working that day. But do you also know that all of your birthdays were as special as mine for me? I took a day off to celebrate your birthday on that place you wished so badly to visit, and you remember what you did? You fucking yelled at me telling me you can't just take a day out of your work and even scolded me for using MY money. MY hard work earned money to make YOU happy." You cried your heart out, and the tone of your voice was filled with pure anger.

"You told me you never asked for that much, then what do you think what love is?" Your voice cracked and you clenched your fists.

"Do you even know how painful it was that you can never love me the same way as I love you, but have you even thought of doing something for me?" Abby's hands were now shaking, thinking what to do.

She never saw you this way. Abby never wished to see you and hurt you this way.

But she did, and she knew nothing could ever fix this, and that slapped her into the reality that she never deserved the love that you gave her.

The warm hugs that washed all her problems away, and your smiles that made her think of what life was all about.

Abby will lose it — she lost it the moment she entered the room without thinking of how important you were to her.

An apology will never fix this.

All that can fix this is letting you decide what will happen between you two. Abby knew she'll be left alone in this cold apartment you both called home before.

Frustration and guilt filled Abby's body. She lost you, and she didn't know what to do with herself. She didn't know which move to take while you were in front of her, you were not even looking at her way and waiting for her response.

Does Abby even deserve to tear up? Knowing she was the reason why the both of you are in this situation right now. Why did she lose the person that she needed the most?

How can she ever live with this memory of you crying because of her? And losing herself and you in the process?

"I—" You couldn't look at Abby, who finally spoke. Abby immediately clenched her hands on her chest, and tears were pouring all over her freckles and cheeks that you once kissed.

"Is that.. is that what you want?" You swallowed, and it finally kicked in that this was real. Abby is in front of you and was asking if breaking up was what you wanted. "Is that what you need?" Your heart crushed even more, thinking that Abby was probably loathing herself from the thought that you needed to go away from her to heal.

But it is — it is what you need.

"Yes." One word, one word that once made you and Abby smile. That one word that made you both official is also the reason why the formed sweet memories turned them into dust.

Abby felt her whole world collapsing. You don't need her anymore. She can't watch you while having fun, running towards the sun while on the beach, singing songs wholeheartedly on a random roadtrip, and she could never kiss those lips of yours that made her feel special.

She can't ask for your hand, can't hold you close, and can never make you love her all over again.

Nothing can reach the pain that is creeping inside both of your hearts.

"Okay." That was all Abby could say despite all of the words that were running on her mind.

"If that's what you want — what you need. Then, I'll give it." You felt so weak, so vulnerable, and Abby knew you hated that.

"I know my apologies wouldn't ever fix the pain I gave you. Your courage of telling me that was enough to make me think of how long you were enduring this." Abby sighed deep and was stopping herself from kneeling, begging you to come back because she knew you won't be able to hold back from holding her no matter how painful it was for you.

She never had the chance to take back whatever she had done, never able to make you feel the way you made her feel, and that is what will ghost her for the rest of her life reminiscing you.

"I love you. I really do, and I am sorry I wasn't able to show it because of how stubborn I was thinking you would understand with all of my work, and you did. And I fucking wish you didn't."

"You sacrificed a lot of things for me, and I — I can't even remember to celebrate your birthday and our anniversary." You finally looked at Abby, and she was crying. She was shaking her head, and you saw her trying her best to let out all of her frustrations.

"You deserve better. It sucks because it's true, and I wasn't able to be the best for you because all I thought was me. I was selfish. You weren't, and god, I hope someone will love you — " Abby was hating herself with the thought of someone loving you better than she ever did. All she hoped before was to be someone you can rely yourself to and now she is hoping you will never meet someone like her again.

"I hope that someday, someone will love you how you deserved to be love because that was what you did to me, and it hurts that I never made you feel that way." You sat down the couch, processing all of her words, and you cried. You both cried hard — knowing that she was right.

"I am so glad that I met you and to show how much I love you,"

Abby looked into your eyes.

"You can let go of us now."

[sylviiann]

Summer sun makes Estelle's freckles appear. Sonya cannot seem to get enough of them. <3

Under the cut is a small blurb on how Sonya first noticed them. Sorry for not posting much at all, I haven't been feeling well. Both this doodle and the story are basically comfort content I created when I was in the dumps! I'm a bit better now so dw!

Also excuse my writing, it is not the best! I am not very confident in it in english :3

ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ Estelle's summer freckles: ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ

As summer creeped into the valley, the ranch came alive. It seemed to grow lungs with all the new people running around, a stomach with all the money it cost to run now and a heart with all the new horses incoming. 

Sonya was truly busy, with feet and muscles aching at the end of each workday. She took up lecturing all of the new western riders as well as doing maintenance around Starshine ranch now that it was at full capacity and fully operational. She barely had a spare minute in her day. And yet, even in the whirlwind of new work to be done, one detail failed to escape her notice.

She first saw it on one particularly hot summer day, the kind that had you feel every droplet of sweat rolling down your back. She had been hauling hay by the riding arena, when a familiar figure entered through the gate. She was well dressed as always, meticulously matching the colours of her steed, which she led by a lead rope into the dusty area. 

Estelle seemed almost unaffected by the heat, safe for a few strands of pearlescent white hair that stuck out awkwardly in a few places, misplaced due to sweat. She seemed to be aiming to do some ground work so as not to exhaust her horse in this heat. 

Sonya smiled as the girl turned her pale pointy face towards her. Estelle did not smile back then, she rarely ever did, but she nodded hello. That’s when Sonya laid her eyes upon a small dusting of freckles covering the girl’s nose and cheeks. They were covered by a poorly spread layer of white sunscreen, but they were there.

Normally, freckles would hardly be called an imperfection by Sonya. They were cute on anyone. However, on Estelle’s pristine face, they seemed so awfully… human. So misplaced on an otherwise flawless canvas. The woman found herself captivated and only drew her gaze away when Estelle gave her a sharp glance. She had been staring, she knew. But something about those freckles… made her heart race.

[the-fab-fox]

Hi, @ocean-blue-orchids here :>

Normally I’m shy about sending in requests but I know how it feels to have that NEED to write requests but an empty inbox so here I am :’3

Requesting a one shot (or headcannons, up to you), platonic, with my Octavinelle oc Wiro Scribe, with any of the Octavinelle characters! Azul or a Tweel, take your pick!

Quick info on Wiro but feel free to dm if you have questions, and here’s his blog which has a small introduction - @trappedinoctavihelle

Wiro Scribe is a freshman who, despite his love for programming and his antisocial (bullied) tendencies, got sorted into Octavinelle instead of Ignihyde. He’s a short guy with white hair and freckles all over pale “doesn’t go outside” gamer skin. He’s timid, afraid of his own shadow, and despite trying his best to avoid trouble, he has a horrible habit of falling into it (He probably ends up on the side of the prefect during chapter 3, getting kicked out of the dorm for three days in the process). He’s in NRC because despite him having the disposition of a sad wet puppy, when backed into a corner he will resort to nasty tactics. He has a glass eye and his unique magic lets him see through others eyes for five minutes a day. He is also from flower town, so grapes are his favorite food.

He is scared of azul, TERRIFIED of the tweels. After the events of chapter three (assuming he gets off the hook for helping the prefect) he’s a bit less afraid of the Octatrio, and is able to at least hold a conversation with them. Wiro has such an obvious crush on the freshman characters, it’s so bad and probably part of the reason he helps the prefect (he would probably end up part of the freshman polycule). He’s the pop music club’s sound mixer which has worked out ok for him. He works reception at the Mostro Lounge. Oh, and Floyd calls him Seaglass since he’s so jittery and he’s got those bigbig eyes..

(Thanks for taking the time to read this! Hope you don’t mind the long infodump)

| Request Fill for @ocean-blue-orchids. To find out how to request your own, check out this post here. |

Welp this got MUCH longer than I planned but it's Floyd POV and you don't really argue with him so...

Hope you enjoy it and that it's close to what you wanted! Thank you kindly for the request, @ocean-blue-orchids. I had a great time getting to know your Twst!OC. Hope I did them justice!

[Request Fill under cut for length. (Not edited as I don't plan to have these requests edited. XD my beta has more than enough to edit with my current twst series on AO3.)]

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Floyd was bored too say the least. Honestly. Ever since Sea Slug's overblot was annihilated everything seemed to quiet down and had become very hum-drum. 

Which really didn't suit the eccentric moray-mer. Not at that moment, anyway. 

“This suuuuucks. I want someone to pester and tease.”

A chuckle reached his ear and he rolled his eyes at his twin. 

“You're just as bored as me, so don't even start.”

Jade raised a brow before grinning unrestrainedly, showing off far too many teeth than most humans would be comfortable seeing. It did nothing to Floyd who had an identical smile. 

“I would like to think I'm smart enough to not ‘start’ anything with you that I would have no hope of winning. That said, you are quite correct. It has become increasingly dull as of late.”

Just then, Azul strode into the Monstro Lounge, carrying what looked like and endless stack of papers. He was heading their way and Floyd’s expression became disgusted. 

“Nope. Not doing it. No papers for me today, thanks.”

Azul sighed in that haughty way of his. When it was directed at others, Floyd found it to be one of the best sounds in the world. When it was directed at him, it pissed him off to no end. 

Jade chuckled in that amused but tentative way of his where Azul was concerned. The tentative part was a smokescreen, of course. There was no part of his twin that was truly tentative. 

“Don't fret, Floyd. Azul asked me, as is appropriate considering I am the Vice Housewarden, to assist with paperwork today.”

“Good. I'd say have fun but I don't think paperwork is any fun at all so I won't.”

He went back to grumbling to himself about the lack of stimulation when another student came in and looked around. The dormmate in question gave an amusing squeak when his eyes met Floyd's and the moray smirked. 

Ah, right on time! 

“Oh, hey there lil Glass Squid. What's got you here off hours? If you're looking for some fun I'm looking for the same. Why don't you come talk with us for awhile, huh?”

Like clockwork, Jade chimed in. 

“Ah, if it isn't Wiro. Yes, it has been too long, hasn't it Floyd? I think the four of us are long overdue for a little chat. Don't you agree, Azul?”

Azul, who had been sorting out the papers into piles, looked up and glanced over in the direction his childhood friends were looking. A smirk slipped onto his face but he quickly covered it with his hand until he could smooth out his expression into one of concern. 

“Ah, Wiro! Yes, quite. Why not come sit and we can have a nice, long conversation.”

The Octavinelle first year narrowed his eyes, one blue and uncanny and the other green, as his mouth formed a set line. 

It was clear to Floyd—just as he was certain it was clear to Jade and Azul—that their little firstie had no desire to have any length of conversation with the three of them, much less a long one. Immediately, Floyd could feel his mood lighten. 

“Aww, come on, Glass Squid. Why not pop that eye out and we can play a little ‘Squidy-in-the-Middle’. You'd be the Squidy, obviously.”

Wiro crossed his arms with a scowl. “You three don't scare me anymore so whatever this is, you guys can just… just not.”

“Oooh, Glass Squid’s got a little bite in him today. That's okay, I like when my prey fight back.”

Jade snickered as Azul chuckled. 

“Did you hear?” Jade began, as if he were just bringing up the weather or something equally as ordinary. “That little Wiro here got himself not just one but six boyfriends.”

Azul blanched at that, his mask slipping. Floyd took on a surprised look but grinned. 

“Hell yeah. Glass Squidy doesn't play around anymore, do you, dude?”

Wiro was blushing but said nothing. 

“Six…six boyfriends. I can't imagine you have enough time to finish your homework with so many partners to contend with. Who even are these boyfriends?”

Wiro was tight-lipped but it didn't matter. Jade chuckled. 

“Would you believe that he joined both Ace and Deuce in their relationship as well as Jack and Epel only for Epel and Deuce to suggest they just be together in a polycule?”

Azul and Floyd raised their brows before looking at Wiro with more consideration than he'd ever given them before. 

“That's only four not counting our very own Wiro. Who are the other two?” Azul asked. Jade smiled pleasantly, his sharp eyes not leaving the first year for a second. 

“Well, Yuu joined the five of them not long after. The part that makes the least sense to me… is Sebek is the sixth member.”

Floyd let out a huge guffaw at that causing Azul to cringe at the sharp noise as his twin chuckled. 

“I'm sorry… I thought I heard you say Crocodile is part of this first year love fest. You're pulling my leg, right, Jade?”

“Not in the slightest, Floyd. Ask him yourself.”

“No. Don't bother asking me. Who I'm dating is none of your business.”

“But you got Crocodile to date you and lil Shrimpy to boot. Not bad, Glass Squid. Not bad.”

The first year seemed surprised but pleased with the praise. 

“Well, then be prepared to be even more amazed ‘cuz Sebek was the easiest to get to join.”

The three older students laughed, obviously amused by the fiery show. 

“Well, regardless of how or why it happened, it's apparently having a good effect on you. Still, if you didn't come for a chat, why are you here, Wiro?”

It was a fair question, Floyd supposed. A boring one but fair. 

He was also interested in the reason why as well, for all the question was boring. 

“Oh, right! Yeah. Azul the Headmage is looking for you.”

That got Azul’s attention immediately. Floyd and Jade smirked as their childhood friend sat up straight before getting up just as briskly. His light purple-blue eyes glared at Wiro, who just barely held back a smirk. 

“Why did you not lead with that upon your arrival,” he asked, irritation laced in his words even as he tried to keep his voice as neutral as possible. 

Wiro smiled in a fake pleasant smile as he crossed his hands behind his back. It was generally a sign of respect but for this little squid it was all show. Floyd could tell. 

Huh, lil guy is finally learning the way things are done around here. Good for him. 

“Ah, I was planning on it until you all decided to pick on me. Tit for tat, and all that. Isn't that what you wish us to learn?”

Touché, buddy. Touché. 

Azul narrowed his eyes but Floyd could see that even he was impressed at how well their little firstie was holding his own. It was a far cry from the way he'd been back before Azul's overblot. 

Refreshing, really. 

Floyd also no longer felt bored. 

“Well, get outta here before we decide to put you to work.”

Wiro didn't seem to need telling twice, quickly making his exit as Azul sighed again. 

“What in the Sea Witch’s benevolence could that imbecile want now? When I've already got so much work to do?”

Jade sighed and shrugged. “I haven't the slightest clue but I must admit I'm intrigued. For all he is a useless educator, you can't deny that things get interesting when he comes to call.”

Floyd perked up at that. “You're so right. I say we go hunt him out and find out what it is he wants. Then Azul can do what he does best and make sure it's worth our time.”

Azul sighed again. “You both make excellent points. Very well. Floyd, you'll come with me for bargaining and contingency purposes. Jade, I'll leave the paperwork to you and we'll fill you in when we return.”

“Of course. I would expect nothing less. Have fun with you two but not too much. We do want to stay on our esteemed Headmage’s good side.”

Azul scoffed at that. “For how much he gets from the Monstro Lounge’s profits, it would be in his best interest to keep the three of us on his good side.”

The twins agreed and with that they got to work—Jade digging into the paperwork as Azul and Floyd took their leave to hunt down—that was to say seek out—Headmage Crowley. 

[dani-dance]

Cosplay progress:

The cons are upcoming weekend! I am in panic and stress mode

• Started painting the leggings. This’ll be slowgoing because I have it wrapped around a plastic wrapped roll of bubblewrap my mom let me borrow. In one “painting session”, I can do maybe a quarter of a leg before I need to let it dry (otherwise to paint more I’d have to roll it over and my mother would not forgive me for getting paint on the placemats).

The roll is also not the same size as my thighs - but we’ll see how it goes. I’ve decided I’m less worried about having every spot perfectly painted pitch black on the leggings tho. So the paint will be less even, and lines a bit less sharp. Oh well.

• Ordered more paint just to be sure. Those leggings will need a lot. It’ll be delivered tomorrow, luckily.

• Hairsprayed the boas I will sew onto the jacket! The yellow and black one still sheds a bit, tho.

• Cut the jacket to mainly be sleeves attached by a strip of fabric. This’ll allow me to hopefully only have to cut a boa once (the lime green and black one, for the bottom half of the sleeves).

Since the boa’s string is braided, I’m honestly not comfy with cutting it at all, but I’ll have to in order to make it work. At least the boas are very long. I might actually have to cut it more if they’re too long in general. But we’ll see.

• Tried some makeup stuff. I have a blue tinted lipbalm and a sparkly blue-ish lipgloss. I tried layering them but due to them being sheer and my lip colour, it just made me look like I was hypothermic or bruised. So I’ll likely be doing only the lipbalm; it’ll help during the hot summer day too if I need to keep applying it (which I probably will, honestly)!

I don’t really do much other makeup in general, but I might look through my eyeshadow to see what works. I don’t really use eyeliner or anything so that won’t be happening. I can maybe use a coloured eye pencil/lip liner for the freckles though they wouldn’t be pink (because that wouldn’t work on my normal skin, it’d look like a skin condition). Honestly even eyeshadow is dubious since it’ll be a long day and I have sensory issues. Oh well, we’ll see!

- I’m ordering train tickets tonight! Took quite a while to figure it out since most of the people I’m going with are like, 16-17 and can buy a day card for 8 euros, while I am 19 and thus. Can’t. And adult train tickets are expensive. So we had to figure out who was participating in the group ticket so we’d have a discount. I attempted to get all 7 of us who are going on Saturday and traveling that day on it so we’d all pay only €14 euros, but no luck. A group ticket for 3 it is! Still way cheaper than buying a normal ticket though. (Seriously 50 euros for a to-and-from ticket to Utrecht is insane. Glad that with the group ticket it’ll only be 22)

- During all of this I’m also working on applying for a job for the first time. My CV is done I just need to make a good email. This is not cosplay related it just needed to be said.

[boxwinebaddie]

hi uncle neen! in honor of freckle kyle becoming canon, does jers have freckles? <3

yES!!!!! YES HE DOES!!!!

YES!!!! HE!!! DOOOOOOES!!!!

hooooooly shit, oh My GOD, i am so sorry for being FERAL, you guys, but when i tell you that i have been WAITING FOR THIS QUESTION!

because jerseykyle does not just 'have freckles'.

obviously, everyone's kyle is different and i think a lot of people hc kyle having a nice light smattering over his nose, some light ones on his cheeks, neck and shoulders, which, again, i think is so lovely, i love when kyle has freckles, i think that is a perfect hc, tbh.

bUT JERSEYKYLE??????

JERSEYKYLE HAS FRECKLES.

for days and weeks and months and YEARS!!!!!!

anyways, follow me under the cut if you want my yelling.

okay, so, i wasn't sure how to explain this, but if we don't know, my embarrassing uncle nina lore is that in mid-highschool i used to tumblr rpg often which required the use of faceclaims or irl actors and models so i actually have...a surprising depth and wealth of knowledge when it comes specifically to models/supermodels so...

this is cintia dicker. X / X / X

( yes she is beautiful )

JERSEYKYLE HAS CINTIA DICKER FRECKLES.

like aaaaaalll OVER his damn face. like jersey be dominating boys in the bedroom, but those freckles be DOMINATING HIS FACE, BABY! like light ones, dark ones, idk, but they are fucking everywhere, all over his face, his neck, his arms, his legs, his chest,

EVERYWHERE.

which...Whew. he is sooooo pretty. it is seriously striking like he looks like pale pink sky with a blizzard of amber sparkles on his face. it's so wonderful, like jersey kyle please model for VOGUE. he is that bitch, he is freckly as damn hell, there are HUNDREDS, possibly thousands.

i might be exaggerating...

BUT I NEED YOU TO KNOW HES FRECKLY AS FUCK.

which...he was very embarrassed about for a long time. to this day, it is a large point of insecurity for him bc he feels really weird about them and considered using foundation to cover them up because of how strange and messy he thinks they make his face look because of the way society used to treat them, like they made his face look dirty or imperfect or ugly and AAAAAA OKAY!

so throwback ( as in i want to throw that man off a cliff and run over him several times w/ the barbie jeep i don't know how to drive ) when rm cartman said jers looked like he was 'speckled with shit'. :(((

it made kyle morbidly depressed/insecure to the point where he wanted to rip the skin off his face, but then stan told him that his mom said 'freckles are places where you've been kissed by the sun' and that ky must be 'the sun's favorite' bc he's been kissed so many times and he's trying to catch up…

WHEN I TELL U HE SWOOONED.

ravenstanley marsh, ceo of simping for freckly boys.

speaking of, so one time, i think they were watching a movie and stan was, uh, not watching the movie, he was literally watching jerseykyle. and kyle was like "what are you doing, dummy? is there something on my face?" and ironically stan shook his head and said "yeah, but they're fine where they are..." then trailed off in thought, still intently staring at kyle with Extreme Laser Focus.

and normally, kyle is used to people staring at him, y'know, bc he's fine as hell and really tall, that doesn't really phase him, but ravenstan staring at him makes him SUPER nervous, awkward and flustered, so he's like -anxious laugh- "seriously, dude, what are you do—“ and stan's like "shh" ( in a not condescending, loving way )

"i'm trying to count."

jerseykyle furrows his lovely auburn brow, trying to figure out what he's talking about, realizes what's going on, but still literally in shock, laughs again, because he thinks stan must be joking and goes "oh my gahd, are tryna count my freckles? stan's literally imposs--" and stan shushes again him in a gentle manner and is like "shh, i need to focus. quit distracting me, you're gonna make me lose my place."

literally on his face, counting kyle's, i shit you not, probably over 100 freckles, which i think is soooo fucking CUTE of him because he's literally swimming against the deadly current of his adhd, forcing everything in his constantly fidgeting body to focus so that he can keep count. it's a truly beautiful thing watching r.s.' brain whir and his pretty blue eyes narrow and widen, counting softly under his breath.

ravenstan does, unfortunately, find he can't count them all because like jersey said, it is a pretty damn near impossible task...that did NOT however, stop him from trying multiple times, the last time though, he didn't actually lose count, kyle just kissed the FUCK out of him because it was literally the loveliest thing he'd ever seen.

he did possibly get laid for that, i'm sorry.

but yeah FRECKLE SUPREMACY KYLE AND SPECIFICALLY JERS. that man has so many freckles that his body looks like the night sky on a perfectly clear day, it is...beautiful. it is a work of damn ART.

anyways...i'm done now.

do we see the vision ( of loveliness )

that is jew jersey kyle matthew BROFRECKLOVSKI????

-uncle nina, feral about extremely freckly jersey

p.s. ravenstan, as a man of justice for all and fairness, basically loves all of kyle's one hundred thousand million freckles equally but there is a darker one that is just above the right curve of his lip...THAT IS HIS FAVORITE FRECKLE, I AM SO SORRY IT IS THE EQUIVALENT OF THE RAVENSTAN RIGHT UNDER EYE BEAUTY MARK BUT FOR STAN LIKE HE IS FEEEERAL ABOUT IT. he does...give it a special kiss often...very gay of him. his second favorite freckle is...

anyways!

Next Question. <3

[livmondcole]

Last night I was so nervous. After many weeks with a lot of emotional ups and downs, yesterday I finally had him with me.

Whenever the day arrives that I have to go to the airport to pick him up, the day takes forever, it seems that the hands of the clock do not move forward and that keeps me in a state of nervousness throughout the day. I always arrive with plenty of time in advance and I stay there waiting until he comes, he has to say goodbye to his colleagues and finally go out to where I am but yesterday was different, he sent me a message saying that his flight was earlier and that he had arrived well before the scheduled time (he could not tell me before until he finally arrived) and my nerves multiplied by a thousand again, I didn't even change my clothes, I went with the clothes I was wearing one of his t-shirts (we have a part of the closet in which are his clothes, impregnated with his perfume so that when I have moments when I miss him I can put them on and calm down, honestly it is my favorite pajamas). Normally while I wait for him my eyes are like magnets when it comes to finding him among so many people, there may be many people that if he is there my eyes take a second to find him but last night I could not find him in the place he had told me he was, I felt a nervousness all over my body because I couldn't find him until he appeared behind me and gave me a brief kiss, a touch, on my neck, I would say that everything was in a matter of seconds but as soon as he did that everything calmed down inside me, everything started to feel ok, obviously I went to his neck and hugged him very, very tightly. He whispered '' I'm here now, you can let it all go'' and I really felt it, I felt like something was released, I didn't feel tense, it was a complete relaxation in my whole being. It's been about 20 days but it has felt like an eternity, especially this time.

It is now 5 am, I have inevitably woken up but it has not been the same as the other times I have suffered from insomnia. Seeing him here next to me, with so much peace in his sleep, with those beautiful and unruly curls on his forehead, that precious and characteristic mole of his above his lip, the peace he transmits to me and the love I feel, I never thought I could feel this way. I feel happy, complete, full and very fortunate. I love when I see him like this, I run my fingers through his arms full of freckles and moles, I make a little path to his head where my fingers get lost between those chocolate curls he has, I love to gently caress each piece of his skin.

Before finally giving in to sleep, he asked me to tell him a story (he loves my voice and I simply hate it, he always wants me to talk to him, to tell him things) He always likes me to tell him something that I make up as I go along and I told him a story in which he was the protagonist as I was describing the protagonist, this time he was tiny, he was smiling more and more as he saw himself recognized.

And here I've been awake for a while just watching him and caressing him and wondering why he loves me so much. I usually write many things similar to this but I always leave them in my notes app, many times I send it to him when I miss him but today I wanted to share it in this blog in which I try to leave my mark.