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[cherrystonefemme]

Every time I see butches reacting incredulously to posts about how hot they are i weep and wail and sob so hard the ground erodes and I end up in a mud hovel

[trulyumai]

the beginning of the end - (I)

—Pairing: past! Messmer / Reader

synopsis: finally, the story could be told. the first glance Messmer took upon his wife.

warnings: family disputes, lots of fluff, Messmer on edge.

enjoy!

How did Messmer meet his wife?

Now, that’s a story laid in ashes; burned down along with the capital, surrounded in the ghosts of grace.

But somewhere— deep, deep down in the core of living, their story resides.

And it will be told today.

The festivals began with a loud bang. Quite literally, as catapults shot off arrows in the sky, with gold and white flowers adorning the tip. Flowers rained down upon the merriment of people.

Everyone was happy— for Queen Marika had chosen an heir.

Her eldest, Godwyn, perched himself upon the balcony, waving gracefully to the citizens below.

Behind him, his siblings lay in line.

Morgott, a silent but stoic man, always seen in the line of duty.

Mohg, who was a little out of sorts, but worthy nonetheless stood with his hands clasped behind his back, squinting upon the masses.

Then lay the half siblings. Of course there was Malenia, the most fearsome with a blade yet elegant. Beside her was Miquella— long hair flowed down upon his white robes and it was hard not to stare. There was something quite… mesmerizing about him, wasn’t there?

Radahn stood furthest in the back, for he was the widest— and biggest of the siblings.

And lastly there was Ranni, perched upon the side of the building with ease. She was always so far away— looking upon the sky with endearment.

But… there seems to be one missing, right?

Ah, yes.

The everliving flame. Messmer.

If it wasn’t for his mother’s obvious shame; the tall flame would have been up there too, basking in the light, the love. For what more could a man like him need?

Instead, he had trudged his way through the empty town. For all the residents lay upon the capital, screaming and cheering for his dear sibling. Godwyn the golden.

“Regrettable.” He growled. Mad his mother had brushed him away. Mad that he couldn’t stand in glory just like his own blood.

All because of some rumored curse. Bah.

His feet soon met with soft ground; flowers adorned the spaces in every which way, in every color and shade. It would have been a peaceful sight if the man’s hands hadn’t burned with utter contempt.

He hadn’t even realized he walked so far. And to the flower lands no less. Somewhere he was forbidden to cross, for his, “curse,” had put it at risk.

If only he had blonde hair. If only he hadn’t picked up the flames, this all could be so easy!

“E-excuse me, sir knight?” Whipping around, his hands instantly went to seize the neck of the one who interrupted him. Only to pause, just barely grazing his fingernails across their neck.

It was a… woman?

Squealing at the sudden action, she reeled back, dropping the basket of flowers and herbs with a clunk.

“I’m sorry— im so sorry!” Confusion etched around Messmers features, taking his hand back he stood tall, instantly towering over the poor girl.

He eyes her suspiciously. Sure, she looked harmless with those wet eyes, little frame and sunkissed face, but who was he to assume? Ranni looked innocent enough to, yet held the force of a moon between her palms.

“State thou’s purpose.” The girls lip wobbled, brushing her shaking hands off her dress she nodded.

“I— im a gatherer, sir knight. I collect uhm, herbs and florals for the town,” she blinked slowly at the red haired man and he did nothing butch watch on, analyzing each breath— each move she took.

“And why is your… stature so close to thys own?”

She let out a shaky smile, it ran across her face smoothly and perfect teeth shined back brightly at the man.

She was indeed lovely to look at.

“I— I thought you could use some company, or, perhaps a flower?”

Messmer squinted. “Flower?”

It only made the girl smile wider, as she looked around curiously for her basket of goodies.

“Yes! Of course, flowers help with everything.”

“Flowers help with nothing.” The flame scoffed, already itching to leave the girls presence.

Her expression had changed almost instantly and Messmer wanted to set himself ablaze. A torn look ran across her, mixed with confusion, sadness. Never before had such a man spoken to her so… loosely.

“W-well that’s not true,” she rebutted, already grabbing out a special plant for the man.

She felt the familiar texture and pulled the flower lightly, until both their eyes settled upon it.

It was a Erdleaf flower. It was so bright, shining on with golden purpose. The petals were held delicately upon the bud and the stem was being placed into the man’s hands before he could blink.

“You’re of royal descent. Gold shines through your blood like no other, so it’s perfect!” She beamed. Her hands had grazed his in the process, and gods, were they soft. So much smaller than his too.

“I don’t have anything in exchange,” he breathed out. Entranced by the order of petals and the way it sat upon his monstrous hands.

No one had spoken so softly to him before. Or even acknowledged his fealty to the golden order.

So for her to say it so easy; so casually. It made the man sag with newfound joy and comfortability.

“That’s okay, it’s a gift!” Her neck was starting to get sore from looking up upon the flame. Yet she stood there still, lovingly gazing from him to the flower perched upon his palms.

“Just take care of it for me, okay?” Already grabbing at the heavy basket, the lady began to back away waving goodbye to the royal knight warmly.

Messmer could do nothing but watch.

‘Say something you fool!’ He had thought, but it was too late, she was too far, her frame a mere dot in his vision.

Tingles erupted upon his body. He didn’t understand it. To feel so hot, yet cold at the same time.

Surely this isn’t.. adoration?

He shook his head, of course not. Such a thing has no place in a mind like his.

Finally gaining control over his senses, the man marched back.

And it was so silly, to see a man of his stature, cradling an erdleaf flower between his hands.

[claymoresword]

The Queen And Her Knight | Chp: 8

Alicent Hightower x Knight Fem!Reader

Summary: Alicent Hightower against her better judgement, falls in love with her sworn protector. Can she bear to fight her feelings or will she finally just give in?

Pairing: Alicent x Reader

Wordcount: 2.5k

Disclaimer: angst, masc/butch coded reader, alicent is a mess, aemond & y/n, otto is a scheming little prick

Note: honestly idk if it's writers block or just a general lack of motivation but i could not for the life of me convince myself to sit down and write this story lol i'm very sorry for the delay

this chapter doesn't move around too much as it focuses on the events directly after Storm's End. sorry if it's boring... but I really hope it isn't! ok that's it, love y'all

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You are jolted out of your slumber with the feeling of Criston's rough hand on your shoulder. "Council meeting, Lord Commander. you have been summoned." 

In your half asleep state, you open your eyes just enough to squint at him, a grimace covers your features. 

"What? Why can't you take the watch, Cole?" You question, rubbing your face in frustration as you sit up in bed. 

You feel a breeze through the open window, it is still noticeably dark out. Nowhere near first light; your expression twists further in confusion. "What hour is it?"

Criston doesn't respond to your inquiry, his jaw is set in a way that always makes him appear mad at the world. "The dowager queen has sent for you, specifically." 

At the mention of Alicent, you quickly tug the blanket off your frame, rising from your bed. "Very well, Ser. I will be out in a moment, just let me dress."

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You observed as Otto Hightower paced the length of the small council chambers, his hands firmly clasped behind his back. His stare is pensive, but he is anxious– despite his meager attempt to conceal it.

Alicent wears a similar look on her face, although instead of pacing she repeatedly brings her fingers up to her lips, gnawing at the skin around her nails.

The sight makes you grimace. Every time you allow yourself to believe she has abandoned the horrid habit, it resurfaces ten fold.

Alicent would manage to chew her fingers until raw and bloody unless you put a stop to it.

Infuriatingly, now you can only afford to rest both hands on the hilt of your sword. You cannot reach out; too many eyes.

The last thing you want is to be seen touching the dowager queen without her leave.

"Your Grace." You chide instead, your voice only loud enough for Alicent to hear.

The dowager queen looks your way, her gaze distant before her eyes finally settle upon your own. 

Your narrowed gaze was enough for her to remove her hand from her mouth, clasping both of them over her belly instead, stifling the impulse.

Something has happened. But what, exactly? 

You want to ask, but the words soon die in your throat as the doors to the chambers open. 

Prince Aemond enters, dressed in his riding attire. His hand propped on the pommel of his longsword, his head held high.

You manage to catch the way Alicent stiffens at the sight of him.

Something is wrong, very wrong.

"Prince Aemond, I am certain we are all eager to find out what matter is so pressing that it requires our immediate audience at this time of night." Ser Tyland is first to address the obvious issue that's been left unspoken. 

The Lannister's annoyance represents that of the other men in the room. It is thinly veiled if not entirely unconcealed. 

Though to his luck, it somehow evades Aemond entirely. The prince decides to speak plainly.

"Lucerys Velaryon is dead." 

The room falls silent, safe from the crackling of firewood in the hearth nearby– the air so still you can hear the beating of your heart in your ears.

"How–" Ser Tyland tries but Aemond interjects.

"He died on dragonback. Vhagar and I happened upon him in the Stormlands." The Targaryen explains and your eyes widen.

You glance at Alicent on instinct, the dowager queen appears ready to faint, or wretch– you could not say. You remain standing beside her just in case.

Once again there is only silence, even from the Hand of the king himself. Otto Hightower's expression betrays nothing, and it confounds you.

There is certainly no hope for peace now, not when Aemond has just openly declared a war by killing the princess’ own son.

"I do not.. understand–" The words tumble out before you even fully realize you were speaking.

Aemond turns to you then, his expression betrays even less than his grandsire.

"His dragon provoked mine, there was not much I could do.” Aemond delivers the statement with such certainty and indifference, it sends a chill down your spine, destabilizing enough that you have to look elsewhere.

“My Prince, forgive me– As I understand it dragons do not attack others of their kind unless they feel threatened, much less one six times it's own size.” Maester Orwyle verbalizes your own thoughts exactly.

Aemond provoked the boy first.

“It does not matter. The bastard got what was coming to him.” Aemond snaps in return, you observe as Alicent rubs her own forearm, an effort to soothe herself. You notice, whilst the men around her remain oblivious.

The room is flooded with a sudden sense of trepidation and despair.

“The princess will want blood for this.” Orwyle states grimly.

“That she will. and when she comes for it we will be ready.” Otto finally speaks, he steps forward, bracing his hands firmly on the wood-carved table.

“We can no longer expect the princess or her lord husband to bend their knees willingly. They will attempt to take my grandson’s rightful seat by force. We must strengthen our defenses.” He bellows, glancing at every man in the room. 

Eventually Otto looks to you, but pays his own daughter no mind.

“I have the largest dragon.” Aemond remarks proudly, like the green boy that he is. 

Having a dragon does not make you invincible, lad. You would have warned him, if you had been alone. Afterall, he did listen to you.. most times.

You let out a quiet sigh. The young prince knows nothing of warfare, so naturally he is giddy at the prospect. 

His grandsire remains the only one with authority to openly address his statement, and his next words to Aemond are a risk. “Yes, and they are not to forget that.”

“We must first secure the castle, no one unauthorized goes in or out without my leave.”

“Lord Commander, double the amount of guards in the royal quarters. The king and queen's chambers especially.” Otto orders, his gaze now fixed on you.

With what men? You find yourself wondering.

More than half the kingsguard has since fled to join Rhaenyra's cause while your own men grow restless and uncooperative the longer your father took to declare his support for Aegon.

You don't dare utter your grievances out loud, simply nodding at the command.

“Very well, M'lord.”

Otto turns away from you to continue discussing future strategies with the rest of the council members. 

It all comes easily to him, as though he had been planning them for some time. As if this was all a part of a larger scheme. 

You foolishly mistook Otto's excitement for anxiety. This realization feels so macabre, you could laugh.

The men of the council continue to listen whether they want to or not, whilst you remain standing by the dowager queen. Alicent grows more uneasy by the minute as she listens to her father openly laying out strategies and tactics.

It is all happening so quickly.

Alicent fiddles with her seven pointed star necklace again before rubbing her neck anxiously. She goes to gnaw at her finger but stops herself. 

The queen is unraveling right before your eyes, and the sight makes you ache. 

Like a pot of steaming water just about to boil over; your lover's next move is sudden.

Alicent takes large strides towards the exit, the men of the council rise from their seats abruptly to see her off, and you fall in next to her dutifully.

“Mother–” Aemond calls out to her, but Alicent does not look back.

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Alicent doesn't allow herself to pause until she reaches her bedchambers, Ser Criston inclines his head at the sight of the queen, stepping aside to let her through.

“Return to your quarters, Cole, I will guard Her Grace.” You command, and Ser Criston nods without much reproach. 

Most likely eager for the opportunity to return to his bedchambers and resume his slumber.

You replace his spot by the door as he went on his way, soon the knight turns a corner and out of sight. The clanging of his armor grew faint, eventually dimming into nothing.

“Y/n.” Your name echoes through the walkway. 

It is Alicent calling for you before the door to her chambers gets the chance to shut fully. Her sweet voice, frail and weary with tears unshed.

You swiftly step inside at the invitation, habitually bolting the door behind you. As you turn, the dowager queen practically throws herself into your arms. It doesn't take you long to return her embrace, your chest constricts as you hear her sob against your shoulder.

“Oh, my love–” You coax, caressing her hair with a much needed tenderness, but you don't get to do it for long as Alicent soon breaks away from you to speak.

“Aemond, he came to me first– woke me to admit what he'd done.” She starts, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, only for more tears to fall.

“But it seemed as though he expected me to celebrate him for it. He looked so proud of himself.” Alicent recounts, her hand now shifts over her belly, as though actively suppressing the urge to be sick.

You watched as she began to pace the floors.

“The indignities of his childhood.. his want for revenge, it has blinded him–”

“It has blackened his heart, twisted him into someone I don't even recognize.” Alicent declares bitterly.

She gnaws at her cuticle again before turning to look at you. Your silence only makes her grow expectant, as though hoping you'll dispute her words. Perhaps even agree with them, but you find yourself incapable of doing either.

Aemond no longer appears the same boy you grew to care for. The boy you have trained and looked out for since he was not much taller than your knee.

A solemn fact, but one that is true.

Even so, you can hardly believe the young prince is capable of cold blooded murder– surely, it must have been an accident, a terrible lapse in judgment.

Dragons have never been so easily tamed, least of all the large and ancient beast Aemond commands.

Vhagar must have acted on her own. 

Yes, in the presence of the council Aemond has to pretend. He pretends so his dignity is spared.

-

Alicent mistakes your silence for agreement, frustration and helplessness quickly overwhelm her.

“What is to become of my sons, y/n? The rotten fruits of my womb.. They are both monsters.” Alicent sobs, placing the blame entirely on herself– a thing she does often and mercilessly.

Another unjust habit.

You feel inclined to disagree. It is not fair that Alicent bears the burden all on her own, it does no good to anyone for her to believe these things. 

You realize that your kindness will most likely not be of much use to her now– but you vow to try anyway. “Most men are, Your Grace.. You mustn't– you cannot blame yourself.”

You allow yourself a deep breath as Alicent meets your gaze; she is listening.

“We are a product of our parents, our mothers, that much is true. Still, we are our own person, we make our choices and we live with them.” You approach Alicent steadily, as though not to startle her.

“Aemond made a choice, my love.” You affirm, cupping her face with both hands, silently relishing at the feeling of her seeking out your embrace once more.

Alicent remains silent for a prolonged moment, she welcomes the feeling of your hand smoothing down her back.

“He should have never gone to Storm's End without an escort. Death and destruction awaits anyone who dares mount those feral beasts.” Alicent maintains her revulsion for dragons, now more than ever, vitriol laces her every word.

“This could have all been avoided.” She decides, forlorn. 

“Now that poor boy is dead– and Rhaenyra, she– I gave her my word, peace in the realm if she accepted my terms, and I have betrayed that.” Alicent hugs you tighter, and you lift her head off your shoulder calmly as to guide her face towards your own.

“Alicent, what has happened cannot be undone. I dread the consequences as much as you do, but no good can come from blaming yourself.” You render, still you decide to continue even as the older woman averts her gaze.

“There was no way to anticipate this. I am certain prince Aemond himself did not plan on meeting Lucerys with his dragon.”

“Sometimes things simply happen. For better or worse.” You finish, in truth, unsatisfied with yourself. 

Words are wind, there is only so much you can say in a situation as dire as this, in the face of impending war.

“It is not your fault. Do you hear me?” You insist, the pad of your thumb caressing Alicent's cheek as you catch a glimpse of her warm brown eyes.

At last, she hears your words and she accepts them. Alicent nods.

“Not my fault.” The dowager queen finally utters in return, uncharacteristically withdrawn and almost docile in your arms.

You continue to handle her carefully, as though she were made of glass. “That's right.” Relieved, you place a lingering kiss upon Alicent's forehead.

A welcomed stillness fills the air as you hold each other, in the quiet of the night, but as with most good things as of late– it is short lived.

A knock on the door startles you both, a familiar voice can be heard from the other side.

“Mother?” Aemond says as he attempts to enter, but the bolt you had placed on the handle prevents the door from budging.

Alicent escapes your touch, she threads her fingers through her auburn locks in visible distress. She makes the effort to step even further away from the door as Aemond knocks again.

“Tell him to leave me, please. I cannot bear to look at him just now.” Alicent pleads in a frantic whisper, and you nod, gesturing with your hand, at an attempt to remind her to calm herself.

As Alicent moves to her bed, you straighten out your doublet, approaching the door. Subsequently, you retract the long wooden panel barring it shut.

Aemond's features are twisted in visible confusion as your eyes meet. You school your own expression in turn, ignoring the way in which your shoulders tense at the sight of him. 

“The dowager queen is abed, my prince. She is not to be disturbed.” You explain with an intended air of indifference and Aemond simply grimaces. He stubbornly tries to peek into the room as you remain blocking his view; to no avail.

“I don't understand, why does my mother not wish to see me?” He asks, his growing frustration evident.

“She is abed, the hour is late.” You repeat, not unkindly, though your hand rests on the pommel of your sword on instinct.

Aemond searches your face, and soon his own expression twists abruptly, bristling when he finds nothing within your gaze that would work in his favor. 

The young prince just as quickly dons a look that fills you with a familiar sense of unease.

He turns on his heels, his cape flourishes as he storms through the dimly lit gallery, eventually disappearing into the shadows.

Aemond Targaryen left for Storm's End a brilliant and obliging boy, and he returned a Kinslayer.

[alphajocklover]

The Best Club in Town

**Two gay to straight TFs in a row? I guess if they’re so popular I’m doing something right. This was inspired by something a friend of mine mentioned in DMs. I hope I did their idea justice. Hope you enjoy!**

Toxic was the only gay club in the entire town. The only one left that is. No one was sure what had happened, but one by one every other gay club within 50 miles had… changed. Some just shut down suddenly or went out of business, but most had undergone a startling transformation, along with their owners. The owners of these clubs, people who had been out and proud for years if not decades, would suddenly become traditional straight douchebags. It seemed almost impossible, all these people suddenly realizing they were straight and going through drastic personality changes, but here they were. The proof was all around them.

The owner of the Red Wire, one of the oldest gay bars in town and the cutest twink the town had ever met, had turned into an ultra conservative gym bro who constantly takes about pussy and is planning on turning the club into a gym.

The owner of The Black Lipstick, the best lesbian club in town of not the state, had ditched her wife, gone from super butch to incredibly feminine, talked like an airheaded bimbo, and only seemed to focus on her new jock boyfriend, who she shared with an almost identical looking bimbo.

The manager and owner of Club D had been trying to figure out what was going on, until 3 days ago when his now former bartender, found him getting a blowjob from his new girlfriend. He had gone full alpha male douchebag and the things he posted online about fags and his new fiancées pussy confirmed it.

People were starting to get scared. It wasn’t just the managers and leaders who’d been changing. It seemed every day someone was deciding they were suddenly straight, put on a ton of muscle and swore off all ‘fag shit’ forever. A group of leaders in the community had decided to meet up at Toxic to decide what to do. Some people were considering moving, but others couldn't abandon the town they had come to love and wanted to fight whatever was happening.

In the end it didn’t matter. Every man who entered Toxic that night left the same way: a conservative muscular breeder obsessed with working out, beating fags and fucking pussy. From then on Toxic was the best hookup spot in town. It was fun, loud, and no homos allowed. Just like every other club in town.

[universeskies]

Okie-dokie! SOOOOOOO!! It's That Time for me to Yap more about My Favorite Blorbo, One OF My Favorite comfort characters: Pearl Splatoon 2 HEHEEHEHEHEEH XDDDDDDDD And ALSO!!! A bit of lore as well for Hooked on to You story! Now Then...

Pearl in Hooked on to You and the way I see Pearl? Gender Comforting Character. Pearl in my view is He/Shey/They, Nonbinary Lesbian! Nonbinary Butch or He/Him butch! Whichever!

The reason I'm saying this? Is that Pearl is a Comfort kin character of Mine. Ever since Splatoon 2's Testfire Splatfest: Cake vs Ice Cream, I was a fan. I LOOOOOOOOOVE Cake!! One of my favorites and Pearl's favorites being Strawberry Cake which is also my favorite! So already on to a GREAT AWESOME Look and why I choose the team.

Then it was on Splatoon 2's official release date that I played it, and went on Hero Mode 2's Sunken Scrolls. The tale of how Pearl join in the Singing Competition in Calamary Country and unfortunately was disqualified due to HOW ABSURD and LOUD Their voice was? I felt seen.

See, I am a HUGE YAPPER and can be quite loud and whatnot and there has been plenty of times that I've been told to stop it. That I shouldn't be that loud or that I am getting annoying with the way I talk or ramble or yap about, and the thing is? I just like to yap and yap around XD Especially when its like one of my favorite things ever, this case of course, Splatoon!

So already with the first Sunken Scrolls that talks about Pearl and Marina's little bits of Backstory? I was HOOKED on with Them already.

And then more Splatfests came to be....

I was Team Mayo (I like Mayo), Team Flight, Team Vampires and so on and forwards. It wasn't til Team Fantasy where I first time join a Marina's team. Either way, I go by what I feel and such based on the question and theme, and genuinely every time that Pearl would talk in why He would pick that choice? I would follow cause it was so much familiar! So in a sense, She was the most relatable ;W;

And then finally, Octo Expansion came to be! And Her backstory, the Punk story and how much He was trying and trying so much to deal in with what SHE WANTED to write and sing? Oh my gosh, SO MUCH Same here! Many times wanting to be myself and be unapologetic about it and decided to go with it! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!

Truly amazing. And obviously that didn't stop in Splatoon 2 Octo Expansion, It came to be Final Fest: Chaos vs Order and I was Team Chaos. Because I truly believe that when it comes to Life, You really can't get ALL the order and that while Change is indeed scary, its something that inevitably comes and such. Its hard and easier than done for sure, but its why I Love being in the Present. I still have quite the power to also take in and see what I CAN DO! When it comes to like per say, what I MUST do in the Present and actual time (yes, I was also Team Present for Grand Fest XD)

Is also why I decided to go and expand on more to Pearl's backstory in based of True Experiences I lived when growing up. Certain experiences being quite that I look and are bitter about, but it is what it is Y'know? I can't change the past and surely there are bitter moments, but thats is why on to the Present is best to SO MUCH take ahold of those experiences and do what You can do!

As I see myself I wanted to represent as well those kinds of feelings. I'm one that is quite comfortable within my gender in how I like to feel and I want that to be seen in that case. Which is also why I gave in within per say also somewhat giving Pearl my body type too! Except that Pearl is shorter XDDDDDDDDDDD But hey! He's a SHORT QUEEN! YEAAAAAAAAH! THE MC PRINCESS!

But yeah! Reason I like to ramble about Me being seen with Pearl And having The lucky chance to do so via writing or drawing, Even gameplay Why Not XD Is something dear And Comfy! And I believe it's quite amazing to see anyone as well be on The Same feeling or Just being seen! Cause any of You That relate? HELL YEAH!

[ultrakontakt]

My garten of banban nextgens/fanchildren. Info/Bios below the cut LOLOLOL. Will update everyone on new members of my cast whenever i come up with them! Don't have a name for this verse yet.

(First image)

Name: Blessed Beatrice

Age: 18

Gender: Cis Female

Orientation: Unlabeled

Classification: Monster/Case 24-The Slug

Role: Guidance Counselor

Parents: Banban and Stinger Flynn(Though she was only really made w banban's givanium sample)

Beatrice is a monster with a lot on her plate. Being the daughter of parents who genuinely dislike eachother, she has a very unlucky streak when it comes to familial relationships. That doesn't mean she'll let it get to her though. She uses her experience to her advantage, helping kids with whatever problems they have. She knows how it feels, and wants to help you. Though with the experience comes a dislike of yelling, and a bit of a short temper, but she never shows any of this to the kids.

(Second Image)

(Both of their parents are Sheriff Toadster and Bittergiggle)

Name: Minkie

Age: 20

Gender: Cis female

Orientation: Femme Lesbian

Classification: Mutant

Role: Big sister to kids without siblings/Party planner

Minkie is a very considerate and caring individual. She always puts others first, and has a genuine kindness in her heart. Her aesthetic is loud and unapologetic, always baring her soul to those around her. Kids like playing with her since she can always stoop to their level on things, and likes helping Beatrice w/ getting them on the path to success. She does artwork on the side, taking an expressionist nature.

Name: Patches

Age: 3

Gender: Genderless (Some monsters/mutants can come hardcoded w/o a gender, this is completely normal to everyone there)

Classification: Mutant

Role: Naptime specialist (Not joking)

Patches is a lot like Cap. Fiddles(IE, little baby kids can hang out with). They don't speak and choose to show actions via a little tablet that speaks words/with motions such as handsigns. Their favorite thing is sleeping.

(Third Image)

(Brushista/Banbaleena)

Name: Frank

Age: 18

Gender: GNC Trans man (He/she)

Orientation: Gay

Classification: Mutant

Role: Security Enforcer

Frank is snooty and a bit of an annoyance. He is super dedicated to his job, and won't let anything get in his way in executing it properly. Minkie and Beatrice try to get him to loosen up a lot, but he turns up his snout at that. You'll see his tail wagging, even if she's pretending to not have fun.

Name: Marilyn

Age: 18

Gender: GNC cis woman (She/he/they)

Orientation: Butch Lesbian

Classification: Mutant

Role: Security Enforcer

Unlike her brother, Marilyn isn't as serious despite her tough demeanor. She's fun loving and is willing to play along with kids, whilst also making sure everyone's safe.

[bugcreations]

Master post for my most favorite subject when it comes to my MK1 stories - my fankids! They each mean so much to my little hearts in different ways and I'm always looking for ways to make them better, so please ask about them! For now here's the info on them…

🩷Astrid🩷

Age: 17

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 5'8

Likes: Fashion design, poetry, "fancy things", the color pink, butterflies, weaving

Hates: Stormy days, dull colors, mint flavors

Astrid, as you can probably guess, is the princess of Outworld! She has a pretty neutral image, some praise her for her fighting talent, polite, charming and witty personality and fashion-foward mindset, while others show disdain for her as she’s a result of a once formerly forbidden relationship, and…she inherits Tarkat.

However, Astrid has a strong heart, and she doesn’t see her Tarkat as a burden or a struggle, rather an obstacle that makes her stronger each time she comes back from overcoming bursts of her infection. She’d rather focus more on the things she wants to do, which involve fashion design, poetry, and hoping to explore Earthrealm and the unique cultures it can offer, something she wants to do a tad bit more than becoming Empress.

💙Mankato💙

(Note this one technically a windwolf fanchild - I HC Fujin to be a girl, and Nightwolf to be transfem in this timeline. Ed Boon dont fuck them up!!!!)

Mankato, otherwise known as Blue, is the definition of crafty and fun! He has autism and ADHD, mainly expressed through his energetic and disorganized nature, and his intense interest in owls! He lives and breathes owls, through art. He loves to paint, draw, sketch and color owls and all in his favorite colors, which are the primary colors.

Blue is pretty much your definition of a “silly little guy,” he’s the heart of gold of the team and also the shortest! But despite his small, sweet personality, he has impeccable fighting skills, which he can put to good use thanks to his mom’s wind talisman! He greatly aspires to be as important and strong as his Uncle Raiden, and wishes to be something like a Champion like him someday. But for now, he’s too busy having adventures with his friends and painting…wait for it…owls.

Age: 17

Sexuality: Gay

Height: 5’3

Likes: Owls, primary colors, soft clothing, sushi (with salmon and avocado only! It’s his safe food), adventure, arts and crafts

Hates: Anything bitter tasting, loud parties, people touching his braids

🧡Nanami🧡

Nanami is a total butch, reckless girl - she’s sassy, brave, and dresses like Adam Sandler. She’s got a big interest in boxing and basketball, and her athletic skills also aid her in kombat. While she definitely struggles with issues like her impulsiveness, her dads’ constant smothering, and her secret insecurities, she doesn’t let that show, as she just tries to do what she wants.

She’s the fighter of the group, she’ll protect them at any costs as she feels the most comfortable around them. If anything were to happen to any of her family and friends, she would never forgive herself.

Age: 17

Sexuality: Lesbian

Height: 5’5

Likes: Tigers, basketball, gaming, blue and orange colors, sports, boxing

Hates: Dresses, flowers, the color green, mushrooms

💚Kung Wei💚

Kung Wei is a bit of the jokester of the team, as he’s cowardly, often talks as if he’s full of himself, and throws himself into rather dumb situations for attention. He’s not a bad person at all though! He just likes to enjoy the wild side of life, and everyone constantly talks about how he’s a mini copy of Kung Lao.

Like Nanami, he too has insecurities, mostly rooted in being compared to all these great heroes in his family and scared he will also be forced into the dangers they have experienced. While his dads try to help him realize he doesn’t have to live like that, Kung Wei has some deep down anxiety that makes it hard for him to think otherwise.

Age: 16

Sexuality: Gay

Height: 5’8 Likes: Animals, food (especially involving shrimp), nature, skateboarding and board games (even though he loses half the time) Hates: Horror movies, lemons, insects, Vaternians (he’s terrtified of them)

❤️Spindle❤️ And now for my most favorite fankid, and makes up a large majority of my stories, my Reivik fankid!!!! Spindle was born and raised in Chaosrealm, so he’s a bit of a unique person when it comes to who he is! He’s a bit socially awkward often, under the impression others don’t trust him, but if he’s comfortable around othetrs (typcially his friend group) then he becomes witty, friendly and very joking as well. His intelligence comes from the ability to observe his surroundings and others in crystal clear ways in order to figure out how he can make others like him, since he always believes they don’t at first.

He may crack jokes and all, but he has the worst secret of the group - a type of curse he was born with, called Flesh’s Teeth. The way Spindle's curse works is like this - Any part of Spindle's skin can open up to create a mouth of razor-sharp teeth with a long snakelike tongue, and his eyes will glow red. Spindle gets much more ruthless, bloodthirsty and Ravenous in this form as due to his curse.He will go out of his way to attack anyone he finds delicious (Relatives are immune to his craving). When he eats his fill (typically 100 - 150 pounds), his nose will start bleeding, he will black out and not remember anything when he wakes up an hour later. His manifestations are spontaneous, but they typically occur every two weeks or so.

Spindle is always living with the fear that he will kill someone close to him, even if not his actualy family - and so he thinks everyone has a right to not like him, and that it is up to him to change it. However, what he doesn’t realize is that he is the glue of the group, and his friends are always there for him, even during his worst moments.

Age: 17 Sexuality: Pansexual Height: 6’0 Likes: The color blood red, hyenas, human anatomy, sewing, the smell of wood Hates: Bright lights, huge crowds, being questioned, tight spaces

[sharkytism]

heyyyyy ahahahaaa im back. oooo you want to share ur lapfox headcanons so bad oooooo (anything literally anything please please plea)

I'm doing the full meal

Renard: Me thinks he's of Jamaican heritage yeah born in Canada canonically but who's judging. I do like to consider his old desing as an actual phase he went through in their life and probably is still fond of it! They call it the hippie years and store ton of pics of it usually they like to look back on old times and tunes...maybe he misses people? I wonder. Also had a situtationship with adraen unrelated absolutely

Rotteen: The butch silly big sister of the lab, best friends with Ren and Darius. She's VERY extroverted, granted she got it from her father who always taught her to enjoy life at her fullest and that's what she does, or at least it's something that took her a while to realize what meant. Considering she's an ex military I'd say she thought drugs was the best way to search for that "joy" but when that failed she found halley labs and decided that she should pursue her true passion of music, I think Darius also helped her with recovery a lot. She's crushing on Kit but she hasn't told anyone besides Darius and Ren as she's aware it'd be stupid and unrealistic.

Darius: I already mentioned in my other post stuff between him and Ren so I'm saving the yapping. But basically I think he designed most of his room, I like to think they like fishes and nature a lot hence why he covers his room with plants and the robotic fishes on the giant tank (unfortunately there's no more fishes on the outside!) I think also that he invented TQBF and Bandetto when trying to look for something new in their life, a crazy idea turned into a miracle, did not expect them to fall in love. Finally for the underground garden I think he's the person closest to HHSU in the sense that he was confined with their protection so this badger is very stressed every day!

TQBF: Silly. It's silly what else can you ask from them. I also think it learned sign language to communicate with Bandetto :] They went underground once, curious as they are, only to be faced with the garden and tweesees so it is unaware of the deer's apperance for now

Bandetto: Lover of piñatas, pool toy of many squeaks <3 and a fucking THIEF of office supplies and other accessories

Emoticon: He swore he was going to retire but there goes pee paw, after his daughter enlisted on the lab he followed behind, he's always been close to Rotteen as he raised he raised her alone (he birthed that damn cat) reminiscing the old days with his old school tracker music he hopes to show to his daughter that he's still there for her. Probably made out with k2 at one point Shh

Kitsune^2: Came out as gnc thanks to mayhem, the two started to become closer after their break from music only to discover that they can have lots in common! And also because gay and lesbian solidarity <33 he's also friends with Rotteen! Xe had been chill with her for a while ever since Rotteen's ep collab! Slightly scared of Ren's extravagance

Mayhem: TALL SHARK LADYY WOOO She's also rough and loud like Rotteen, she's been trying to focus more on music nowadays anyways but it doesn't stop her from hanging around all time! I like to think she dyes her hair a lot too

Negaren: he's real to me

[sorvete-de-pacoca]

Hello 👋🏻✨️

I love your characterization of Portugal, Brazil and England (and hetalia in general!), so my question is, what do you think about there nyotalia versions of them, how do you think it would be their personalities and their relationship between them. Also, what if one of them is their nyotalia's version and the others not.

Thanks ✨️

Thank u! I love when ppl like my dorky ideas 🥺

Now let's see...Nyo England is a little more strict than guy England. She still tells nyo usa to fix her posture and "a lady doesn't blablabla". She also had her pirate and punk years but she believes there's a right moment be savage.

Making nyo Portugal a butch is my favorite hobby. I know some people like her as more lady like but I love long haired butch Portugal who would dress masculine and he confused by a man during her navigation years. She dresses exactly like guy Port does (she let her hair loose tho).

That's why I like making nyo Brazil a bimbo in comparison. She is the typical latina, long nails, loud and bubbly personality. Long and curly hair. She (Amelia as well) have the vibe of the drunk girl who will praise and lift you but also will roast you so much your child and grandchild will feel it.

Now about their relationship:

Alice and Leonor are best friend/girlfriends since forever. Leonor is the only Alice feels comfortable to be more relaxed and she's the only one she doesn't try to pest about etiquette. Leonor loves her back very much, she will always have tea ready for her when she visits. Like to think about Alice saying how much of a 'gentleman' she is.

Leonor is very overprotective towards Luciana, it stresses her out because her personality makes her see her still as an innocent girl. Meanwhile Luciana gets annoyed sometimes about it. They like to hang out and Luciana will always have some hot tea for her from her home in the Americas.

If one of them was their nyotalia self:

-portugal: 24/7 protected by Arthur and Luciano. Which is useless bc she can handle herself just fine.

-england: angry wife, Afonso spoils her a lot. Luciano thinks she needs to child tf out.

-brazil: spoiled by Afonso (a lil manipulative towards him). Arthur can see through her and doesn't fall into her bullshit

[daddyslittlegirl89]

Normalcy || Fem!Butch!Wolverine x Fem!reader

Summary: As the weekend approaches, Logan and her girlfriend spend an evening contemplating all the good things in their lives; maybe even wishing for more.

Content/Warnings: cussing, mentions of sex (MDNI), might be overly sweet for some, domestic life, mix between movie and comic personas, etc.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Hello lovelies! Hope everyone is having a good day, and if you aren't I hope you're able to be cheered up by this fic. I, honestly, have just been dreaming of Fem!Butch!Wolverine since she showed up on my TikTok fyp. And it makes me so sad that there's only like ten fics for her right now, so I decided to put in some work. Hopefully you enjoy, if not, no worries. There's always more out there. Anyways, have fun!

Fall had finally set in. The cool, crisp air formed a nice breeze rolling over your skin. You had on a light jacket, but nothing kept away the cold like Logan, a genuine human heater. Your best friend—your girlfriend. You two sat on the ground, her back against a tree and you in her arms. A calm settled over you, watching as the sun slowly set on the horizon, the front yard of the mansion was lite up with golds and oranges. 

Inside was the bustle of students getting ready for the weekend, whether that meant face masks and movies in the common room—the smell of charcoal and whatever other chemicals mixed with it, and buttery popcorn overwhelmed the mansion—, some older kids blowing off steam in the danger room, the littles running away mischievously with candy stolen from the kitchen; Scott yelling after them, not seriously, but sounding ever like the dad he was meant to be. Jean with a warm smile and a flirty comment right behind him. Ororo helping some of the girls with their hair, a braid train beginning to form. Laughter in every room, some kids studying, some reading, some already in bed. A normal Friday night, containing all things good and happy, even when some were feeling down. 

Of course, self-proclaimed loner, Logan Howlett, wouldn’t be caught dead in any of that, not unless you were there. Though these days, her guard lowers with every passing hour of feeling at home. With all the warmth and love the mansion possessed, even on its worst days, how could you not? Not when you take her by the hands and lead her outside, away from all the noise, away from all the smells, from the feeling of being cramped. No, not when she had you to ground her— far healthier and more fun than the bottom of a bottle, or a nice cigar, though she hadn’t completely given those up yet. A girls gotta have some vices. 

Your breathing evened out, and your heartbeats synchronized. Two hearts beating as one, her hand overtop and interlaced with yours. Even if the cold did lick at your heels, it couldn’t ruin the serenity of this moment. Of the love that you two shared. Of the righteous feeling bubbling in your chest, the good that life held so preciously right now. You wondered, for a fleeting moment, why it couldn’t always be like this? And Logan always had a knack for reading your mind, even without being a telepath. 

“You think too loud, woman,” she sighs out, acting annoyed, though she’s far from it. 

“I do not,” you say, words barely louder than a whisper. 

“You do,” Logan pauses, “but that’s alright with me.” 

A smile creeps its way onto your face, “Just wish it could be like this all the time…” 

“What? Me holding you like this?” She suddenly is squeezing at your sides, laughter falling from your lips. One of Logan’s most favorite sounds. You lightly smack away her hands, at that she chuckles along with you, your head thrown back and burrowed right below her jaw. She kisses the side of your head as you catch your breath. You lift your head and stumble through your next words. 

“No! Not no, yes this but…inside,” you take a moment to collect the right words, “everything is how it was before. So soft, and lovely. Feels like a real family, Lo.” You stare off into the sunset, “I wish it could be like that always. That they didn’t have to worry that people are out to get them. Human and mutant alike. The children don’t deserve that…” You mutter the last part. 

“Neither do we, darlin’,” Logan replies. 

“Yeah…” you agree, “I suppose. ‘Neither do we’…” you copy. 

You try to calm yourself in Logan’s hold. Everything precious within your grasp. You close your eyes as you take in a deep breath. “I love nights like these,” You comment, Logan hums in agreement. “Wish we could bottle it up and take it everywhere with us.” 

She looks at you incredulously, eyebrow raised, “You’re so fucking weird.” 

“Yeah, well normalcy’s boring,” you tease, and Logan rolls her eyes. 

“Guess I can’t argue with that…” 

“You can’t,” 

“No…not when I’m here, loving on you…little freak is what you are,” She states, matter-of-factly, a smug smile decorating her face. 

You scoff, “You are so rude sometimes! I am not a freak,” you protest, trying not to smile at her antics. 

“Yes you are. ‘Member that thing you asked me to do with my tongue the other night?—“

“Oh my fucking god,” you cut her short, “shut up! Kids could be out here!” You squeal, whipping your head from side to side, begging to whatever’s up there to not have any child, and please, no one you knew personally, overhear Logan’s sinfully wonderful tongue.

“Yeah, but they’re not…” Logan tries to persuade, leaning down and placing small kisses along the side of your neck.

You whine, “I don’t care,” and try to get out of her hold. But her grip is made of steel—or in all actuality, adamantium— unwavering and unwilling to let go. 

“I think you care,” she mumbles, keeping you put, touching as close as your clothes will allow, “think you care an awful lot about who hears what.” 

“God, can you shut up?!” You whisper-shriek, “No one wants to hear about that!” 

“I wanna hear about it. Want you tell me all sorts of things. Wish you’d tell me more often…we could have more fun like that now,” She lets her hand slowly drift downwards and under your jacket and shirt. Her fingers playing with the button and belt loops of your pants. 

You groan in defeat, you could never resist her, and mutter softly, stubbornly, “I did like that thing you did,”

“Uh-huh, I know,” Logan smiles and lifts her hand to rest on the warmth of you bare skin,  squeezing the flesh of your belly out of comfort. 

“Quit pawing…” you scowl, “can’t disagree. It was good,” then soften your gaze. Reminiscing about three nights ago, when she had you face down, ass up. Hands gripping the sheets and leg quaking with the way her tongue spelt her name over your clit. 

“Yes, I know. With you practically screaming my name and creaming—“

“Ahhh! Too much, Logan! Too much!” You shriek, anxious laughter spilling from you.

Logan chuckles softly, “S’not what you were saying then.”

“Oh my gosh, you just don’t know when to be quiet,” you turn your head to face her. 

“S’pose not,” she shrugs, “not when you’re around anyways…” a soft feeling blossoms in both of your chests. You stare into her blue eyes, and a small smile creeps onto the usually stoic Wolverine’s face.

“You know I don’t mind you talking about us, just wish we could be totally alone,” You say, “have all the little ears gone.” 

“Mmm, me too,” she agrees.

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“We could run away,” you jest. 

“Yeah?” She smirks. 

“Yeah,” you sigh and look off, “get a place of our own—just me and you. Nothing big or flashy, something practical but still nice. It doesn’t even need to be too far from here, we could still come to work, be X-Men, come here anytime we like…” Logan looks over your face. Partially, she’d say you sounded serious, but another part of her knows your life is here. Embedded into the very mutant you are, and while she’d love to take you away to something that could be yours, she knows your how deeply you care about everyone here. 

“Sounds like a pretty nice dream you have, darlin’…” She wraps her arms securely around you once more. 

“Not just a dream, Lo…I really want it. Want it so bad, it plagues all my thoughts.”

An answer she doesn’t expect to hear, specially not from you. You continue, “Y’know I love it here. Been my home since I was twelve,” you take a deep breath, “I remember running down the halls with the older kids who would come and go. I remember when Jean first came, my first real friend who ever stayed. Then Ororo, and soon Scott joined us. We all used to run up and down every inch of this manor, and when we finally convinced Scott to not be such a stick-in-the-mud, we would even sneak out. I have so many memories and secrets in that house. And now, with you here, I have even more. But…” you falter. 

“But?” Logan asks. She gazes at you expectantly, patiently. 

“Logan, I’m twenty-five years old, and all I’ve ever seen of normal relationships have been through a tv screen or books. I don’t know how I’m supposed to move in this game. I love what we have here, I do… but I want a home. I want you, selfishly, all to myself.” 

She closes her eyes and lifts her head to bask in the sunlight, before humming, “I understand.”

“Do you?” You turn your head up to gaze at her. Perfect, yet even more so in this light. 

She hums again, “I want you—selfishly—all to myself. Always have, darlin’,” Logan reveals. Suddenly, with that pure and unadulterated expression of love upon your face, a weight lifts off of her chest. Her shoulders feel lighter, even with the weight of her sins still sitting there, she’d take on a couple hundred more if it meant keeping that look on your face forever. Maybe a couple others too, but that one was real special. 

“You don’t think it’s stupid?” You ask quietly. 

“Why’d I think that?” 

You sigh and shake your head, “Just some comment Scott made.”

Logan scoffs at the mention of her fellow X-Men, “What has listening to soldier boy ever done for you?”

“Lo, be nice. He’s like a brother to me,” you defend him, “I know he just means to keep me safe…you and I both don’t exactly have the best tract record when it comes to this stuff.”

Logans lip twitches with a flash of anger, “Yeah, but that’s none of his goddamn business—“

“I know…” you pause, “I know. He made a point though…”

“Like what?” Logan snaps, though her angers’ misplaced, not meaning to aim at you. 

“That Charles gave us this opportunity, this life—full of family and love—that we shouldn’t squander it. Rather cherish it. That…we’re mutants. X-Men. And no matter how much we want to escape that, we can’t. We can never outrun who we are. It’s just better to stick together, cause in numbers we’re stronger. It’s stupid. I know it is, really it is. But even Jean agreed with me, that the want to leave and start anew wasn’t abnormal. But, she’s always been biased when it comes to me,” you sigh, feeling guilty. 

Your family abandoned you, didn’t care what would happen to you just so long as you wouldn’t harm them, or bring along embarrassment to their name. Charles took you in and cared for you the way a father should, the way he loved all the children. He was an extraordinary teacher, and an even better friend, even with all his faults. However, your view was biased when it came to him and your friends. That’s just the cost of emotional attachments, though. 

Logan voice knocks you out of your own head, “Red’s right, darlin’. It’s normal. Don’t go listenin’ to Summers just cause he cares. Jean cares too. Besides, Chuck’s the only one of’em I semi-trust. Maybe you should talk to him…”

You chuckle, “Maybe…but what about Jean? Ororo? Even Kurt? I know how you feel about Scott, but don’t you trust them, baby?” A smile creeps onto your face. 

“Ro’s fine, she don’t need no help handling anyone…” She huffs, "Red’s the same, but she’d got more spitfire behind her. And as for the furry elf—“

“Be nice,” you scold, “Kurt’s nothing but sweet. Mischievous, sure, but sweet."

“Yeah, yeah…he’s fine, I guess,” she shakes her head. 

“Guess I can say you trust more people than just me now, huh?” You tease. 

“Always trust you most, darlin’,” Logan takes your chin between her pointer finger and thumb, facing you towards her, and dips down slowly. Her lips chapped but soft on yours. Her kisses, no matter how short, always made you a little dizzy. 

“I’ll alway trust you the most, Lo…” you breathe out between the kiss, “I love you.” 

She looks into your eyes, blue steel swirling like a storm brewing with emotion, “I know.” 

Logan doesn’t have to say ‘I love you’ for you to know she loves you. Her lips are back on yours, hungry but soft. Chaste to say the least. With each and every second passing, she pours all she is into it, and all she has to say that will go unspoken. Every look, every touch, every small favor, every moment in time that she spends next to you already tells you everything you need to know. And as you break away from her, the last of the golden light settling onto her soften features, you say what she deserves to hear, “I know, too.” 

You stay like that for a while more, the cold coming and going. Kisses exchanged, gazes loving, soft laughter here and there. And as twilight turned to dusk, and the stars and their moon peaked out, you stayed like that a little more, if not to preserve that moment, than to try and steal it away. 

“Perhaps I’ll talk to the professor tomorrow,” you mutter, your head resting on Logan’s shoulder. 

She nods, “Yeah, think you should get on that ASAP.”

“Rocky?” You giggle. 

“What the fuck ever, sweetheart, whatever you want.” She chuckles along to your weird antics, “You want a house, I’ll get you a house. Least I can do for you.” 

“You wanna live with me?” You ask coyly, faux shyness within your attitude. 

“I don’t know, could you not tell by all my shit in your room?” She scoffs. 

“Maybe just a bit,” you say. 

“Yeah, baby…I wanna live with ya…” she sighs, heart full for the first time, in a long time. 

“Just us,” you state. 

“Just us.” She confirms. 

“No kids. No prying eyes.”

“No extra ears. No telepaths,” she shakes her head in embarrassment, which is rare with her, “couldn’t tell you how many times Chuck’s walked by me and gone completely wide-eyed cause he saw something he shouldn’t have.” 

“God…that’s terrible…” you wanted to die. Not actually, but the man most akin to a father figure having seen you in what is most likely very compromising positions, all because Logan’s thoughts were too loud? Extremely embarrassing, “but you’re right. No telepaths. No extra ears. We could be as loud as we want.” 

She hums in agreement. 

“If we want to scream, we can scream,” you list off, “if we wanna fight, we can fight. We wanna fuck, we can fuck. In the kitchen, living room, dining table—“

Logan’s eye’s widen, “What about the bed?” She laughs. 

“Yeah, there too,” you snide. 

“And you got offended when I called you a freak.” 

“You were being mean, don’t deny it!” You continue, “We could talk. Anytime, without worry. We could just breathe and never speak at all. Just us. Just me, just you.” 

“Ain’t that a dream…” she sighs. 

“Mhmm…” you chirp quietly, “I’ll get to work on it tomorrow.” 

“Good…might just be at the top of my ‘honey-do’ list now.” 

“Getting us a house?” You ask softly, she hums in response. 

“Yeah?” You ask.

“Yeah…” she confirms. 

That night ended with you two being yelled at by Scott from the front door to get in before you caught a cold. Not that you could, mutant genes and all, but it was nice to know he still cared. Logan grumbled all the way in about him ‘always ruining a good time’, you holding her hand and squeezing it—trying to remind her to be nice. As you walked into the mansion, a new sense of nostalgia and righteousness washed over you. Yes, this home was yours and it always would be, but beginning anew was never a bad thing. 

Kids of all ages roamed the halls in their pajamas, Ororo and Rogue ushering the littles to bed, while Scott and Jean pointed the older students to the direction of their dorms. You recalled the days that Charles and Hank would yell at you about getting to bed. You recalled just the other day that Charles huffed for you and Logan to head on to bed, even with being as grown as you are. Charles wheeled in, still clad in his suit, and a smile on his face, greeting you and bidding the children a goodnight. 

He wouldn’t tell you this until he next morning, but he had an inkling feeling that you and Logan weren’t to be long before fleeing the coop. And much like a father, he had already purchased a property, close enough to them, but far enough to be on your own. Charles would hug and congratulate you, but he would also remind you that the mansion would always be your home; that he and the others would always be waiting for your return. And that he couldn't wait to see how ticked off Logan would be about this (spoiler alert: she acts like she is, but really it saved her time trying to find something for your picky ass).

A/N: Thank you so much for reading until the end! Hope you had a good read! Until I write again.

[noemilivv]

I was waiting for an opening as I saw you had match ups available and would love to see who you'd put me with.

Preference for male characters from Hazbin Hotel

About me: You can call me Claire. I'm AFAB she/her, 5'3", panromantic demisexual. I'm Tim Burton pale, brown eyes, messy curly bob brown hair, glasses with glasses chains usually, chubby but strong, dress either romantic gothic feminine or butch cryptidcore, like no in between, never wear make up because sensory hell.

Some type of neurodivergent but not diagnosed specifically. I tend to know a little about a lot of things due to jumping from focus to focus. Queen of Dad jokes, rather blunt since I'm not subtle. Aside from English can speak Latin, some Gaelic, some Spanish, a little bit of Turkish/Arabic, Church Greek and Slavonic, and random phrases in Russian, German, and Italian. I'm ENFP, Ares cabin from PJO if that means anything.

I teach preschool, love children as they're so fun to be around and the possibilities they have ahead are wonderful. I also bake, sew, knit, read tons of books, collect rocks and other nature stuff, tend to the gardens, I sing in my choir, and like to listen to music. Not specific music genres that I care for, more vibes, but been into some Bauhaus lately, along with SJ Tucker and The Dead South.

My faith is important to me, I even am considering pursuing becoming a religious sister at a convent, like a nun.

I do love horror, romantic gothic poetry (Think Poe and the like), analog horror(DOAI, Mandela Catalogue), Dr. Who, bad b movies (think Redletter media level bad), animation in general, HB HH, stuff like that, I read everything and anything so long as the narrative is interesting or the subject is a hyperfixation of mine, such as Religions, Mythology, History relating to late Medieval to Elizabethan, textiles, fantasy, or speculative biology (like thought potato on youtube). I also do dress in character for the Renaissance Festival, people assume I work there as I have season passes for the last 5 years and attend all weekends from open to close.

I tend to be a sweet tooth, love any chocolate, baked goods with richness or chocolate flavors, drink lots of coffee, tea, sweet red wines, mead, rum based cocktails or dark malty beers if we're going alcohol, though I tend to be the driver if I'm going to party somewhere. My giving love language is touch and words, along with acts of service. My receiving love language is words, touch, and gift giving. I love to cook or make gifts for others, usually don't expect it in turn.

I'm loud, maternal, weirdly dark yet wholesome, and able to lift a toilet with my bare hands up two flights of stairs. I tend to talk either like a southern grandma or terminally online weirdo with random swears. When friends have a bad breakup I'm like do you want a hug or does someone have to die?

In relationships I can be very talkative, but also in a sense the less dominant partner. Like, I handle the day to day, but not great at organizing the dates, the stuff like that's more romantic. I'd hope my partner could handle that part. I'm also romantically easily flustered. Like squeaking and burning red in the face from genuine good flirting.

So hope you can find someone right for me, God Bless you dear.

hello claire!! i decided to pair your with…

Lucifer !!

First of, he loves your love of kids, and let’s be real, he probably has a love of kids as well, as much as Charlie is an adult, he would probably eagerly introduce you to her after finding out this tidbit of info

Honestly, to him, you give off very strong, emotional support wifey vibes and honestly he is all in for it haha

Lucifer doesn’t mind that you can be very talkative, infact, he enjoys it.

He tries to make it fairly easy when it comes to planning dates for you, so most of the time, you both just stay in

Also, Luci is definitely someone who gets flustered easily, so you both just end up giddy and smiley at eachothers shy little flirty comments and it’s the most heart warming thing

[ofc-vi-writes-too]

In honor of me being black and loving being black and thinking everyone should love black people, here are a list of characters I believe love black women with everny bone in their bodies:

• Starting off strong: Steve Rogers. I can’t explain it but trust me please. If you get it you get it if you dont you dont.

• Jason todd. Like c’mon. Look at him. Tell me he doesn’t want to wake up next to a brownskin queen every morning. Look me in my eyes.

• MCU Bucky Barnes. I love to say it, Wakanda changed him. Stepping foot in that country was like seeing the light for the first time. He was basically reborn. I said it before and I’ll say it again. Look at how he looked at Sarah. SAME LITERALLY EXPLICITLY TOLD HIM NIT TO FLIRT WITH HER BEFORE THEY EVEN GOT THERE.

• Gojo, Itadori, nanami, and Toji from JJK. i dont think i need to eloborate here.

• Haley from Stardew Valley. She is not only a fellow girl kisser, but she would genuinely have a real tweak if the farmer was a black woman. Haley needs a 6 ft nonchalant butch dreadhead in her life it would literally solve all her provlems. She has written in her diary about this, and Alex hasnt heard the end of it.

• Fear from Inside out. Just believe me, please.

• This might be controversial but Squidward.

• Bruce Wayne. Literally thinks about eating drywall every time Selina Kyle is even mentioned. “Alfred why hasn’t God hand delivered me what i CRAVE and what i NEED *loud dramatic sigh*” hes also accidentally a perpatrator of hard wig soft life lmao. He donates ridiculous sums of money to black charities like 100 black men, and the black youth helpline. He’s an advocate for his girl’s community and we love to see it.

• Barry Allen. also thinks about eating drywall whenever he sees Iris. She’s just so sigh. And he loves her so much and he’s so glad that he married that beautiful amazing strong and powerful woman.

• Ellanore Shellstrop. After she died she had real clarity about the truths of the universe. If soulmates didnt really exist then wtf were her and Chidi im so deadass.

• Woody from Toy Story. Please do not at me. I will not be taking questions comments or concerns on that one. And for anyone saying “but what about bo peep ?!” Shes albino. Look at those 3B curls and tell me to my face that I’m lying. I dare you.

• lightning Mcqueen. Hear me out here! In universe there have to be like… black cars. He’s def the type to go for a UK baddie ykwim.

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a/n: guys please im just being silly they are fictional characters please dont argue about how much these FAKE characters like black people 😞. also if you try and argue i feel like that makes you a liiiiiiiittle bit racist but like thats a convo for another time. Anyway, sorry to all my sistas out there who’s fav character I forgot. Ur probably right and they probably do belong on this list, I just might have forgotten they exist! Dont be scared to comment them tho. I need to know what yall think too.

[zaph-kiel]

Ouch

Leone x reader smut. MINORS DNI, please🥲

Also, I'm well aware that I don't have Akame Ga Kill in my fandoms list. But I've been working on this one shot for a few years, and while it was supposed to be posted onto wattpad, I decided to post it here. I will not do request for this fandom unless it's for Leone. Yes, this is favouritism.

[This is either in the afterlife or an alive AU, i’m not entirely sure. it’s up to you guys :) but all nightraid characters are here :P]

“waiit, Lubbock!” Y/n hiccuped, holding their cider tightly in their hand and stumbling to get onto their feet to stop their friend from doing something stupid. “You don’t have to do this, man! just- just come back and sit with meeee!” the shorter of the two whined at Lubbock.

He just chuckled at how drunk Y/n had become from all of the cider they drank. “Noo, no, I want to do this for you! I’ll make sure she plays with us, okay?” Lubbock grinned before walking out to the hall and yelling at the top of his lungs, “WE’RE PLAYING SPIN THE BOTTLE IN HERE, COME JOIN US!” and before Y/n could say anything more, the rest of Night Raid came down to join them. “Alright, let’s get this party started!” he grinned before placing the empty bottle on the ground.

Everyone seemed to be too drunk to notice him rig the bottle. Even Mine seemed to be too out of it to notice the thin wires. “Alright, who goes first?” Lubbock grinned at everyone as Sheele raised her hand, 

“I’ll go first.” She spun the bottle and it landed on Chelsea. The two women looked at each other as Chelsea smirked cockily while she crawled over to Sheele, kissing the other, then moved back to her spot.

Chelsea spun the bottle, giving Tatsumi a wink causing Mine’s jealousy to spike as she hugged him, shooting a death glare at Chelsea. However, it didn’t land on him. It landed on Bulat. The two shrugged and kissed. Bulat immediately wiping off his mouth before spinning the bottle himself.

Finally, Lubbock's plan could move to phase three. Bulat and Leone kissed, the two laughing the whole time.

Now, here’s the thing about Lubbock. While he may be perverted and a total pain in the ass sometimes, he loved his friends and would do anything for them. So when Y/n had drunkenly confessed about their feelings towards the blonde butch of the group, he suggested playing spin the bottle. Y/n didn’t realize to what lengths he would go for his best friend. Rigging the game to set the two up.

And when Leone spun the bottle, Lubbock pulled on the strings and made the bottle stop on Y/n. Without anyone noticing. Y/n’s face turned red, almost looking uncomfortable with the result. Their best friend just nudged them with a grin and a wink. Leone had already made her way over to the two, and as she sat down on Y/n’s lap, she said, “we don't have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable. I mean, I don’t wanna lose, but I don't want to force you either.” she smiled at Y/n, it was a surprisingly sweet smile.

“No.. no, it’s not that.. er.. well.. I do want to play! it’s just.. um..” Y/n couldn’t finish their sentence before grabbing their cider and taking a big clunk. Then they kissed Leone, trying to convey their feelings through the drunken kiss. And once it was over, Y/n muttered out that they liked the blonde before getting up and leaving. Their face, as hot as a furnace as Y/n retreated back to their own room.

Leone just looked stunned before smiling and getting up. “You guys continue without us~” she winked at left, following Y/n to their room.

“Hey, don't be too loud!” Lubbock said, the rest of the group blushing and giggling at what was happening.

“No promises!” Leone yelled back, vanishing in the hallway. Once she arrived at the room, Leone knocked on the door. “Can I come in?” She asked with a grin.

The door opened to reveal Y/n, blushing and confused. “Why’re you here?” they looked up at the taller woman from behind the door.

“Well, that was pretty cowardly of you. Leaving me there with the others after that confession.” She walked in with force, not waiting for Y/n to open the door more. “I couldn't let you slip away that easily.” Leone purred as she walked up to them, towering over the drunk and timid Y/n.

“What are you getting at, Leone?” Y/n asked, taking a step back. They felt somewhat uncomfortable in this situation. Not because they didn't like it. It was for the opposite reason. 

They loved Leone and wanted Leone to love them, but Y/n also had heavy self-esteem issues and didn't think they were good enough for the lioness-like woman. 

“I'm saying, I like you too.” Leone said with a toothy grin. “I want you.” She grabbed Y/n's hands, holding them in her own.

Her statement got Y/n to blush more as they swallowed hard. “You do..?” They muttered out, like it was an impossible outcome. They weren't sure if this was a dream or not.

“If you'll have me.” Leone cupped their cheek, but not before guiding a strand of hair behind their ear. Y/n couldn't believe their eyes. Leone was blushing.

It stunned them. This woman, who seemed so confident and so far out of their reach, was looking at them with such love and adoration. They could only nod as an answer. But it didn't matter how they answered, just that they did. And Leone couldn't help but be overjoyed at this.

She leaned forward, her face stopping an inch away from theirs as she looked into Y/n's eyes, searching for any kind of rejection at the action. Instead, Y/n leaned the rest of the way in, kissing the woman they had been dreaming about since they met her.

The kiss quickly became heated, the two couldn't help it. It was probably thanks to the alcohol in their systems.

What was also probably due to the alcohol was how ballsy Y/n really was at the moment. They had always seen themself as submissive. So it came to a surprise to both parties when Y/n started to take the lead.

With Leone on the bed, laying on her back and Y/n on top of her, she was gasping and whimpering every time they kissed her neck or dragged their fingers over the skin of her collarbone and chest. “You're so pretty~” Y/n murmured into her ear. “So pretty..~”

“Stop teasing me..” She pleaded, hiding her face in her hands. This was unbelievable! She had always been the more dominant one in nature. But now the roles were reversed for some reason. “Please, Y/n..” Leone whined.

Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle at this, “wow~ you’re so submissive~!” They teased. Then they kissed her collarbone, then a little further down. Then stopped, “may I?” Y/n asked, and they may have been drunk, but they weren't about to proceed without proper consent.

“Y-” Leone took a second to clear her throat before continuing. “Yes.” She blushed. She couldn't help it. She wasn't used to this much love from someone. Let alone in this scenario. And the fact that despite Y/n's clear drunkenness, they didn't force themself onto her like others had.

They wanted her to enjoy herself.

And Y/n made good on that. They were gentle with her.

When they thumbed over her nipples and left hickeys all over her, they said a lot of small praises like “You're so pretty” and “so good for me..” or “you're so brave and so strong, but I want to treat you now, pretty girl.” Praising her was so easy when they admired her so much.

They were so gentle with her. She had heard about how they liked to bite people they loved. Hell, she had been bitten a few times before as well, but here there were no teeth. And not because they didn't think she could handle it, they knew she could. But right now, it wasn't about them. It was about her. Y/n’s bites were selfish, so their biting held no place here.

Leone gasped, Y/n had taken one of her nipples in their mouth and was sucking on it, their tongue teasing the small bud. And a smile appeared on their lips against her when they felt Leone's fingers comb through their hair and hold their head in place.

The soft whimpers that Y/n heard just made them want to do more. And so, with a rough squeeze, they kissed their way over to the other side, taking her other nipple into their mouth and giving it the same treatment.

Once their focus on her chest stopped, Y/n looked up at her face again. “Lower..?” Their voice was barely audible. And all Leone could do was nod and hum in silent plea.

Y/n moved off of the bed, and proceeded to clumsily yet somehow skillfully remove her pants. A small gasp was heard and Leone suddenly felt self-conscious. Was she not pretty? Did it not look right? Did they change their mind after seeing something they didn't like?

Instead, she heard “You're so beautiful..”

And almost immediately, Y/n fell to their knees and rested their hands on her knees. “I want..” they started, their mind seemingly drifting away under the influence of alcohol. “I want to taste you. Can I?”

Why did they kind of sound excited when they asked that? Like she was their treat? It didn't matter, since it still made her feel special, fuzzy inside. Though, that could have been the alcohol.

“Please..” She gasped. She couldn't not be honest about it. She wanted them to eat her out. And that was special. None of the others she had been with treated her this well or did this for her and not out of selfishness. Hell, if she wanted any real pleasure, she would always have to take control. But it was nice to be pampered like this. It's why she was more dominant often. But with Y/n, their focus was solely on pleasuring her. “I want you..”

Y/n’s face burned as they looked up at her with a wide eyed awe. It made her giggle. And they smiled at her at the noise. Then they peppered kisses from her knees, up her thighs and- they completely hopped over her core, where she needed them most. Instead they kissed down her other thigh.

“Y- Y/n.. please..” Leone begged, her voice weak. And it just made the smaller of the two giggle.

“So needy~” they bit down on her inner thigh, making her yelp with surprise.

“Y/n!!”

The person in question could only chuckle as they placed their cheek against Leone's thigh. She was so pretty from this angle. 

Feeling as though they've done enough teasing, Y/n finally gave her what she wanted. They moved their head in, resting snuggly between her thighs as their lips found their way around her clit.

The sudden contact made Leone startle, shuddering under Y/n with a gasp. And Leone could tell that Y/n had never done this before because, this wasn’t that great. It wasn't even good. But she still felt amazing. She was drunk and honestly drunk sex is the best sex in her opinion, because it doesn't need to be that good for her to still feel amazing. That was until-

“FUCK-! Y/n- Y/n, baby, careful...” Leone gripped Y/n’s hair and tried to yank them away after they bit her. “no-.. no biting.. please..”

"Sor-sorry! you just.. I just-.. I'm sorry..” They apologised. It sounded like they wanted to say something else, but..

“What is it?” Leone asked, her voice caring as she sat up on the bed. And Y/n shook their head.

“Nothing, Leone, you just taste like candy.. I kind of forgot what was happening..” Y/n blushed with a giggle.

And Leone couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter. Y/n, the sweet little cinnamon roll, had thought of Leone as candy and actually started trying to eat her. Maybe drunk sex with this dork wasn’t the best idea.

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Yea, sorry for the weird post. Might make a part two if I feel like it. But silly ending!!

[woodenchip]

DANGANRONPA 2 GENERAL HEADCANONS

Just some headcanons that I wrote down, most of it is just pure nonsense and I love that for me

🍊Hajime Hinata🍊

•TRANS MASC (HE'S JUST LIKE ME FR)

•Bi man, big bi man (men pref)

•He doesn't untie his tie, he just makes it loose enough to slip it on and off

•Is like really quiet when you don't know him, but once he's comfortable with you he has no control over what he says

•Deals with intrusive thoughts

•He's so silly

•Has ADD or ADHD and OCD

•Sleeps in the fetal position

🍖Akane Owari🍖

•My favorite Demiromantic demigirl

•My girl is sex REPOLST

•Aoi is her cousin

•Akane is so proud of Aoi

•High metabolism omg

•Whenever she got bored doing something with gymnastics she'd go up to little kids and show off

•"You wanna see what I can do-"

•She hopes that by showing off the kids get inspired by her and work hard

•She's really good with kids, like #1 babysitter type shit

•Her and Kazuichi are close too

•Like bff's

⚜️The Ultimate Imposter⚜️

•Agender. Definitely Agender

•They/It motherfucker

•gently holds them

•I LOVE THEM SO MUCH :((

•Everytime they disguise themselves an identity crisis happens

•"No one knows who I really am :), but also, no one knows who I really am :("

•Has a very empty room

•like, little to nothing

•CAREGIVER, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

👾Chiaki Nanami👾

•My silly little she/they lesbian

•Tbh I also feel like she's aroace

•My girl is a whole program, I doubt they care about all that‼️

•Loves Mario Kart

•OCD

•Collects old school gaming controllers and stuff

🩸Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu🩸

•HE/HIM BUTCH LESBIAN

•but also he/him trans masc

•no matter what he's trans, I don't make the rules

•With the Trans fem headcanon I love him with Peko

•They are my silly lesbians♥️

•Has so many scars

•I LOVE HIM

•He does age regression

•I DON'T MAKE THE RULES

•Let me project

🐹Gundham Tanaka🐹

•HE/SHE/THEY NON-BINARY SILLY

•They are simply too cool for gender

•Autism?

•Autism.

• yk that one meme that's like "When I go nonverbal at the function"

•Yeah, that's them

•Has costumes for the Dark Devas of Destruction

•HAS MATCHING COSTUMES WITH THEM

👘Hiyoko Saionji👘

•Lesbian‼️‼️

•Her and Imposter are so Sibling coded

•Like her calling him "Ham hands!" SIBLINGS

•I like found family :)

•Like Hiyoko would annoy them so much but will apologize ONLY to them

•Even with Mahiru, Hiyoko will give her half-ass apologies

•HIYOKO AND IMPOSTER FRIENDSHIP‼️

🎸Ibuki Mioda🎸

•My bi-con

•When she gets Overstimulated she just gets more verbal

•Like "omg it's so loud in here??? Should I be louder? I should-"

•She has like those noise cancelling headphones for when she sleeps because of her heightened hearing

•Without the headphones? Not a wink of sleep

•ADHD and OCD

•Whenever she doesn't concerts she makes friends with the staff (or at least tries to)

•Ibuki and Kazuichi have sleepovers and watch kid shows together just for the fun of it

🔧Kazuichi Soda🔧

•AGAIN, TRANS FEM OR MASC THEY BOTH WORK

•LIKE THAT ONE PART OF KAZ SAYING THAT HE WOULD WANT TO BE A WOMAN TO TALK TO SONIA CASUALLY???? SCREAMS TRANS FEM

•also his thing with Sonia? That's not a crush, that's gender envy. (Let me be silly with this)

•Like his eyeliner in game?? No cis man would be able to do that/hj

•Also has the tism

•NEEDS TO BE HOLDING SOMETHING, ANYTHING

•Has like, a box of stim toys

•DOES JUMPY AND TIPPY TOE STIMS

•They really like the feeling of Gundhams scarf

•ALSO DOES LITTLE SPACE

•Let me project onto them😡

📸Mahiru Koizumi📸

•Lesbian or Panromantic

•Big asexual icon

•She forgets things so easily (Main reason why she took up photography)

•She's always late to the first class of the day because she sees something really pretty and takes multiple pictures of it

💉Mikan Tsumiki💉

•DEMISEXUAL, MY HOMEGIRL HAS TO GET CLOSE TO SOMEONE BEFORE SHE EVEN THINKS ABOUT A RELATIONSHIP

•She's also trans fem

•Gently holds her omg

•She asked Nagito to help fix her hair

•He fucked it up more

•Like you know that one part of her bangs that's shorter than the other strands? He did that

•Nagito and her would be silly friends

•"Why would an amazing Ultimate like you want to be friends with a worthless human like me?"

•She'd say something like- "Because you're not that bad, you just get unlucky sometimes, just like me!"

•Like, with how she falls, she's definitely unlucky

•SHE'S ALSO HYPERSEXUAL

🍀Nagito Komaeda🍀

•I really dislike him so I have very little

•My guy is definitely a He/They

•Is (somewhat) close to most of the Lucky students

•He'd end up degrading them though

•"It's amazing how we got into Hopes Peak from just luck!" "I know, how worthless is it that we are only here because of a name drawing!"

•He doesn't have many friends

•And with the few he does have, he just doesn't understand??

•like, my man is struggling to understand why HE has friends

🌪️Nekomaru Nidai🌪️

•The only cis Man here istg

•I love him so much omg

•He would help younger students train and just exercise

•Like him, Mondo, and Taka, they were like besties

•Taka would look up to him SO MUCH

•I'm also a Taka lover, be warned

•Also really good with kids

•Type of person to swing the swings so hard that it tangles up

•Akane would have to fix the swings

•He's just so silly :((

🎭Peko Pekoyama🎭

•FUTCH LESBIAN, HER AND FUYUHIKO ARE MY SILLY LITTLE LESBIANS, I LOVE THEM.

•She's near sighted

•She HATES contacts

•No matter what she does she doesn't take off her glasses, she wears them in the shower, in the pool, everywhere (just like me)

•Her eyesight gets worse and worse everyday/hj

•CARETAKER‼️‼️

•I LOVE HER SO MUCH

•Near sighted

👑Sonia Nevermind👑

•My girl experiments with pronouns and labels

•She's knows she likes woman though, 100%

•Going with the Trans Fem Kazuichi headcanon: she'd help Kaz with clothes

•Like, "You should try this on-"

•Of course she wouldn't forgive Kaz with the weird harassing thingy but she'd be okay with them after a while

•Sonia doesn't hold grudges

•I'm also a Kazuichi apologist ‼️

•SONIA WOULD CRY IF SHE MET GENOCIDER SHO

•CRYING OF HAPPINESS, LIKE‼️‼️

•"Omg- I've been watching police reports of you since you first started killing-!"

•She would watch Gundham's animals and dress them up in fancy little animals clothes

🍴Teruteru Hanamura🍴

•Pansexual

•We already knew that though

•I have like, nothing for him

•I don't like him >:(

•Loves those really corny romance shows

•Like the really bad ones that suck? Yeah, those

•He has a whole notebook with his mother's recipes for when he left to go to Hopes peak so he could cook them whenever he got homesick :(

•He HATES sharing recipes to other people

•Can NOT work in the kitchen with someone else

•MOVE OUT OF HIS WAY, HE WILL SHOVE YOU‼️

[vera-king-hrfl]

WIP Wednesday!

So I've been working on this for a while, and I shared the first part last week, thanks to a tag from the lovely @reverieblondie, who is welcome to share a snippet if they want to!

It's a modern AU retelling of my current story, Where Our Demons Hide, a developing relationship between Cal the adorable tiefling and my sexy OC, Ryldinn the drow. The setting is Baldur’s Gate, but the feel is more 1980s Miami, and it's quite gay. Like stereotypically homosexual. So if you're not into that, maybe give this one a miss. I've had input from my older gay friends, and they don't think it's offensive, so here we go with part 2. The parts are short for now because I'm still obsessed with Demons, but I'll get going when that's done.

I'm also trying to think of a title, so if anyone has any ideas, hit me up! Tagging @crowwolf because they seemed interested. 🥰

CW: m/m, stereotypical behavior and language, non-explicit masturbation.

When Cal arrives at his home in the Lower City a short time later, he tosses his keys in the bowl by the door and goes directly to the icebox, pulling out a beer. Then he flops down on the sofa, which protests under his weight with a creaking of springs, drinking half of the bottle in one swallow before leaning over to unlace his boots.

"You’re home early." He looks up to see his sister, Lia, leaning against the frame of the door to her room in a bathrobe, looking him over critically. "How did it go?"

Cal chuckles. "It’s after eleventh bell. I wouldn't exactly call that early." He sighs and tosses the boots vaguely toward his own bedroom door, then snags the beer and leans back. "And really, I don’t know how it went, exactly. It wasn’t really my kind of place."

Lia joins Cal on the sofa, sitting on the other end and tucking her feet under her. "Well, I suppose there must be other ways to meet people. What kind of place was it?"

"Loud." Cal sips his drink again and smirks at her. "Loud and full of cute guys who didn't even look at me. I think maybe I'm too butch for that crowd."

Lia snorts. "I'm sure that's not it. My guess would be that you're too shy for that crowd. Did you talk to anyone at..." She stops, her eyes moving to the little corner of pink paper visible in the pocket of his green plaid shirt. Before Cal can stop her, she leans forward and snags the napkin, twisting around to read it while he tries to grab at her.

"Hey! Give that back."

His sister ignores him, of course, unfolding the napkin and then grinning. "Ooooo you got some digits! Holding out on me, brother. So who is he?"

"Um... Well, his name is Ryldinn."

"That's a funny name. Is he from around here?"

"I'm not sure how long he's been... but probably not originally, no. He's... well. He's a dark elf."

"A drow, huh? Then I guess he's from the Underdark." She thinks for a moment, frowning slightly, then shrugs. "Are you going to call him?"

Cal sighs and leans back again, finishing his beer before answering with a grimace. "I don't know. I dont know what a guy like that would see in me. Maybe it's a fake number."

"Well, did you ask for it, or did he offer?"

He offered, actually." He sighs again, leaning forward to pull the tie from his hair and ruffling it with his fingertips. "He introduced himself, bought me a drink and asked me to dance. Said he wants to get coffee and talk. I don’t really know what that means, but..."

Lia laughs. "Adorably clueless, as usual. That's a date, Cal. The guy asked you on a date. A good first date is usually somewhere public, but still quiet enough to talk. Do you like him? What does he look like?"

"He's... gods he's gorgeous. He's actually pretty small, like up to my chin. He has really dark skin and those red eyes. Long white hair. In fantastic shape. And he seems nice, but... That's why I wasn’t... what does someone like that want with me?" He buries his face in his hands, and Lia sets the napkin on a side table and scoots over to rub his back.

"Don’t be silly, you're handsome too, you just lack confidence. But really, is that all you want people to see? You have other qualities. Any man would be lucky to have you, even the pretty ones."

"Yeah, maybe," Cal mutters into his hands. Then he lets out a slightly squeaky grunt and flinches away as she digs her knuckles into his ribs, then bats her away. "Hey, knock it off! I think I'm just going to go to bed." Lia giggles, but then relents, looking at him critically.

"Hmph. Alright. But I do think you should call him. You don't have work tomorrow; maybe you can get something started."

Cal gets to his feet with another complaint from the couch springs, and stretches. "I don't know. I was going to head into the shop for a bit..."

Lia springs from the sofa and snags the napkin. "Oh no you don't. Dammon doesn’t need you tomorrow; he said so. Unless you can give me a good reason why not, you're going on a date. And if you don’t call him, I will."

"Hey! I don't need a pimp." But Cal is grinning too, and plucks the number from her hand. "Fine, I'll call him. Just keep your nose out of it, alright?"

Lia snickers again, then turns to go back to her room. "Whatever. But I want details!" Her door closes, and Cal stares at the little pink napkin for another minute before huffing and shutting himself in his own room, tossing it onto his nightstand, stripping to his underwear and flopping down on his bed. He lays there in the dark for a while, thinking about the evening. Ryldinn’s sweet face and sweeter body, the other giggly men, Astarion’s sour expression. The high elf was gorgeous, but cold, and he smelled a little strange to Cal's sensitive nose. Some subtle cologne was present, with rosemary and other things, but beneath that there was an indescribable aroma that made Cal even more nervous than the striking grouchy face and creepy blue eyes.

Ryldinn, on the other hand, smelled wonderful. Earth and stone, like after the rain, with some lovely sweetness that the tiefling can’t place. Cal rolls onto his side and closes his eyes, only to have his mind's eye filled with the memory of that beautiful dark face, and the way the lights had reflected on his sleek skin and large jewel-like eyes, smooth little white teeth glimpsed between soft pinkish lips. The sinuous way he moved, the feel of the tight waist under Cal’s big hands. The flex of his ass...

He groans softly and rolls onto his stomach, trying to ignore the growing insistence between his legs. No, he thinks. I will not jerk off to a guy I just met. If he does get up the nerve to actually call Ryldinn, that would be weird. So he blows out a breath and tries to relax, but after about another hour of sleepless agonizing he rolls onto his back again and takes himself in hand, trying to think of anything else but the pretty drow. It doesn't quite work, but at least it's fast, and he grits his teeth as he spills onto his belly.

"Fuck," he whispers to himself, grabbing whatever fabric is in reach on his floor and cleaning up the mess. Then he takes the napkin again and stares at it for a few minutes before tossing it back on the table. "Fine," he sighs. "I'll call him." Then, finally relieved enough to rest, rolls back over and is snoring in minutes.

[angelmelon]

time to talk about well written female characters we cant be negative all the time

sorry account stalkers it is Not a leasebound character none of those characters are well written

its her <3

MY FAVORITE EVIL BUTCH LESBIAN

people take notes This is Taco. She is a Taco In season 1 she was the stupid random character. Sorta like Rocky BFDI?? Already this is great allowing your woman character to be gross and random and annoying this is one thing I love about object shows the character archetypes are pretty gender neutral

in the trailer for season 1, she befriends Pickle. They remain friends for much of the season. Pickle defends Taco, seems to understand her random phrases, and bonds deeply with her. There's hints throughout the season that there is something suspicious going on, though. For example, she injures his eye seemingly on purpose in the episode "Aquatic Conflict", after she reveals that she had arms the whole time, which she'd been hiding for most of the season.

Yeah uh turns out later on in the finale we learn that Taco was pretending to be stupid to further herself in the competition, and to be able to steal the million dollar prize. Her true personality is revealed to be a sort of fancy evil rich spy archetype. I love this so much. She also says here that she was never actually friends with Pickle. As we venture into season 2 though, this is shown to be a lie. Taco deeply regrets using Pickle, obsessively sending letters to him in apology. He never forgives her from any of these letters, as is his right. During season 2, Taco takes notice of someone else. Taco is not competing in the season, but she keeps her eye on the competition. She takes particular notice of Microphone, who feels alone compared to other contestants, being very loud and outgoing but never heard, and considered annoying by others. She sees someone she can "befriend"... in her own way, of course. She finds Mic, shows herself, and makes a deal with her to help her in the competition, for a split of the million if Mic wins.

Mic agrees to this, reluctant until she gets good results in the next episode. Taco has upheld her promise to help !ic in the game. Mic believes she has a good friend, though, the difference between Mic and Pickle is that Mic is much more quickly skeptical. At the same time, though, Mic does much worse things for Taco than Pickle has for her in the past. Her feelings on the matter are complex. On one hand, she wants to listen to Taco, because Taco has tangibly helped her and been a source of kindness and support, and, yes, for selfish reasons too. On the other hand, she clearly does not like many of Taco's tactics. While in our world, you could say that’s. Kind of bare minimum?? Like she doesn’t like Taco commiting crimes okay. In the object show world that’s oddly fucking moral 😭😭 since there’s some means of recovery in all object shows there’s at least Some Guys who think it’s ethical and partake in it like an average Friday activity. Anywho

In the episode "Alternate Reality Show", we get hints of Taco wanting to change. When the time machine portal opens and takes Lightbulb and Test Tube, Taco is shown to reach for the portal, looking very disappointed when it closes. Mic obviously wonders what the fuck that was about, but Mic dodges the question. She probably will never get the answer to this, honestly, and that KILLS me

Mic becomes worried soon that Knife is onto her and Taco. Though, Taco has history with Knife in season 1. Back then, he was a simple bully archetype. But, she hasn't watched hard enough, because he has changed. He still does things for himself, is still violent, and still self identifies as a jerk, but he isn't stupid. in the same episode as the time machine, his suspicions are confirmed as he follows Mic to one of her secret conversations with Taco.

The episode after this is one of my favorites; I love seeing both Mic and Taco just acting completely in their own self interest. They're so bad for each other I love it. Episode 13, "Mine Your Own Business", Mic and Taco try to recruit Knife now that he knows about them. Its pretty obvious he wasn't going to agree to this, though. "did my 'huh' make me sound interested??" Mic and Taco, throughout this whole thing, save Knife a couple of times in the danger of the cave they're in for the challenge, even securing his safety for him in the challenge. Rather than ally with them, he simply agrees not to tell anyone that Mic is working with Taco, though, this isn't for Taco at all.

Knife sees what is going on, and he doesn't like it. Another situation with Pickle, who he was close with just like Taco, but more legitimately, obviously. I think about this SO MUCH. In spite of the fact they were both acting out of selfishness, Knife is able to see what is happening and, rather than acting in his own interest and spilling the secret, he keeps it to himself to protect Mic, someone he doesn't interact positively with much before episode 11. I LOVE MY GIRL. MY SILLY SCHOOLYARD BULLY BUTCH LESBIAN. I LOVE YOU KNIFE. Anyway so Taco isn't exactly happy still. Episode 14 is gonna show her being fucking CRAZY. Taco is gonna become desperate to keep Mic on her side, and keep their coup safe.

The challenge derails into saving Fan from abduction by an alien ship, one that MePhone and most of the cast think is driven by the main antagonist, Steve Cobs, rather than the alien species, the Prime Shimmer, who was actually genocided by Cobs in the past, and trying to get one of their youth back from Earth, which Fan was unknowingly in possession of. Taco forms a horribly violent strategy, but repeatedly reassures Mic its going to be for the greater good. However, it results in her knocking out Fan, killing Test Tube, and in Mic bringing Fan down from the ship, pretending to have saved him. The contestants who were once annoyed by her cheer for her, but when Test Tube is recovered, she is rightfully angry, but nobody believes her. Taco’s words to Mic through her gain in this reflect her subconscious selfishness.

“See? This is why you listen to me, Mic. Delectable, isn’t it? Finally, a chance for some recognition, finally, I can finally—“

Microphone interrupts

“is that what you said to Pickle??”

I LOVE TACO’S WORDS HERE SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA. THERES SO MUCH DOUBLE MEANING HERE?? We don’t know what “I can finally” means in this context… I can finally win?? I can finally be noticed?? I can finally have a friend?? THE LINE DELIVERY TOO. LIKE. FUUUUCK SHE SOUNDS SO DESPERATE??

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SMALL ASIDE I love the amount of characters in ii and other object shows who in spite of their gender are voiced by another gender, with minimal editing. I LOVE THE GENDER AMBIGUITY OF OBJECT SHOWS. Y’all I’m so close to going off the deep end and adopting an object kin label.

ANYWAY.

MIC’S SIDE OF THIS SAYS SO MUCH TOO??

“I thought I gained a friend. Turns out, I gained nothing.”

THE FUCKING. SYMBOLISM WITH THE GAIN. HOW ITS BOTH SYMBOLISM AND A SHITTY DUMB ASS PUN YALL THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING EVER.

AND. AND!!! THE FACT THAT THE GAIN JUST FUCKING SHOWED UP IN EPISODE 10. KNOWING WHAT WE KNOW NOW??? OOOOOOUGH HOLY SHITFUCK

THE GAIN IS LIKE. BOTH THE TOOL MIC IS HURT THROUGH AND THE MEANS SHE HAS TO FACILITATE THAT PAIN. PEOPLE SKIM OVER II2 13 TOO MUCH IN THIS FANDOM. TACOMIC BEING MUTUALLY HORRIBLE HURTS SO GOOD.

Anyway I’ve been typing this post in drafts on and off for 5 fucking days ii 15 and ii 16 analysis coming soon