#its actually really nice to do little things like this!!!

[puppyeared]

whatever. go my scarab

ive been watching scruffys pikmin 4 playthrough (go check it out!!!!)

[otterloreart]

Steps of creating a 3D model replica from scratch

trace photos of character from available and cleanest angles. attempt to get a 90 degree*, front and back, side profile and straight on of the face. save additional reference photos such as bottom of body, back, and various extra angles without tracing which may help reference later on.

*more on angles later, but trying to get a 90 degree from each side is the most realistic and practical option if you dont actually have the character you're copying

2. block out the body and head

and by block i mean, yeah, its made out of elaborate rectangles

4 aha, you thought I would hand sculpt those? no. no. I used the curve tool to add these swirls. And yes i exactly traced them over the drawings to match the original as best as possible. The end of the curve tool is flat by default so I added a few spheres to make the ends nice and round. (there is absolutely a way to make the ends of curves rounded but I did not feel like looking it up or messing with the settings)

this wasn't mirrored to the other side- I traced both sides of the body and the front from photos and sculpted the swirls for each side. I couldn't get a single photo of the swirls at the butt area so I just winged it.

6 I am struggling to not make Cha Cha look angry.

I feel like the eyes are basically traced off the original and yet she looks so much grumpier. maybe it just needs to be smoothed out?

I added a little definition to the area around the eyes and I do think it looks a little better. The more definition I add in this stage the better, because I prefer this to sculpting. However, if you're more adept at sculpting you would probably not make this as detailed.

7 Here she is after smoothing everything out in sculpt after remeshing, in both Eevee (left) and Cycles (middle/right). still trying to figure out how best to render things. For some reason her nose ended up lighter in cycles but i cant be bothered to fix that rn

On the previous step I made the elements of her face + ears mirrored but once I start sculpting I'm not using the mirror tool. In fact nothing ends up mirrored, even the back right foot is slightly shifted in position.

this is probably not even the final version, I think i might redo the smooth/sculpt part and fiddle with the underlying shapes (basically go back a step)

Cha Cha's face. is one of the most difficult things to sculpt. It is extremely difficult to understand the shape of the underlying sculpt because there aren't any photos of her with the eye paint removed. There are so few of her out there I don't think anyone would willingly remove the paint to make a custom or anything unless it was in truly awful condition, and I dont think that has ever happened.

I have saved dozens of references from a number of different sites- these pics here are from etsy, the above was from the wiki. Her eyes are different from every single other pony and pony and friends- they're so bulging, so round, the eyelashes are longer. It's wild.

I can only see all the things that are wrong with it.

It's basically impossible to get something like this 100% perfect unless you have like, a set of turnaround photos all from the same angle that you can match up to the camera. You can basically overlap references with the camera view but you will never know the exact angle so if you make edits from multiple angles like this you'll inevitably not match each angle and then have to go back and adjust the angles and then you're fiddling with it infinitely. That's why I usually go for the "trace 4 angles and make the rest up as you go along" method.

I don't want to spend _too_ long on every model I make- the Takara pony which took 6 months really shows how far down the rabbit hole I will go with something like this, and it's just not practical. But I think with a slight amount of fiddling I can match the reference a little better.

[venomhound]

Hazbin Hotel - Sleeping Habits

NOT TALKING ABOUT DIRTY STUFF. We talking about actual sleep-sleeping. Vent post I guess. Been feeling lovesick and missing having another person in the bed. Which inspired this post. Post about what its like to share a bed with Alastor, Vox, and Lucifer and their overall sleeping habits.

Contents/WARNINGS: Gender neutral reader; SFW except like one suggestive thing in Lucifer's section; I can't tell if writing Lucifer is making my own depression worse or better Actual brainrot below the cut ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

✿°•∘୨୧∘•°✿‿✿°•∘୨୧∘•°✿‿✿°•∘୨୧∘•°✿

Alastor ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

I know alot of people headcanon that Alastor doesn't sleep or sleeps very little. But Hot Take™ here: Alastor sleeps a completely normal amount. Like, 7-8ish hours. He just hides when he does.

I mean think about it. What emotion does Alastor hate expressing more then anything? Vulnerability. When are you (arguably) at your most vulnerable? When you are sleeping.

So I have it in my head that Alastor throws himself into special hiding places when he needs to rest. His room in the hotel with the bayou pocket dimension is a great example. Alastor probably has a hidden cabin in those woods. He actually considers the cabin his "room" and goes there to sleep. But good luck finding it.

Sleeping in front of someone/with someone is kinda a phobia of Alastor's. I wouldn't be surprised if this started developing after he killed someone in their sleep during his mortal life.

Anyway. When you and Alastor become a thing, there really is no defined point where he 'moves in'. It happens more like your boiling a frog. Gradually. Until you reach a point where you don't even know when things changed exactly.

Alastor slowly spends more and more time with you. More time with you inevitably results in him spending more time at your house. Which results in Alastor bringing, and leaving, more of his stuff at your place.

This cycle keeps going and going until one day the culmination hits you. It happens when your looking in your closet, the once messy and haphazard storage space is now tidy and perfectly split between your clothes and Alastor's. Thats when it hits you. The fact that Alastor is practically living with you now. Yet, not only have you two not talked about it, but Alastor doesn't spend the night. Ever.

Don't get me wrong, Alastor will spend all day with you. But when you tell him your getting tired or are about to go to bed, he bids you farewell, kisses your knuckles, and just kind of... leaves.

At first, you attributed his behavior simply to the time period he was from. But as time goes on you realize its something deeper then that. Although you are never fully sure if Alastor doesn't feel comfortable sharing a bed, or if the demon actually needs less sleep then you do.

There have been multiple times where you started falling asleep beside Alastor late at night. When Alastor got up to leave, you would grab the edge of his coat and plead with him to stay. Alastor would then settle beside you, gently caressing your forehead, and tell you that he would stay until your asleep.

During these times, Alastor will often gently hum if not outright sing to you in an attempt to lull you to sleep. One of Alastor's new favorite things to do is to settle in next to you with a nice book while you snuggle into his side and fall asleep.

Once your sleep, Alastor will gently put his book down and turn to look at you lovingly. Alastor is very much that type of weirdo who likes to watch you sleep. He finds everything about your sleeping self utterly adorable; and will happily gush about whatever you do just to embarrass/fluster you. When I say everything, I do mean everything. If you snore, drool, whatever it is, Alastor finds it endearing.

He will usually stay and bask in your sleeping glory for awhile before leaving. But Alastor always kisses your forehead goodbye. Its a little moment of vulnerability only he knows about.

Alastor is an enigma. While he has no problem staying with you until your sleeping soundly, he refuses to actually stay the night. The only time you can reliably get him to stay in bed with you is during his ruts. Otherwise, the stars just have to align right.

If you actually do manage to get him to sleep in the bed with you, Alastor is very much a big spoon. He likes to protectively wrap his arms around you and embrace you. Pulling your bodies flush together and assuring you both of the other's presence. Alastor will tangle his legs with yours as well; throwing one leg over your hip to pull you ever closer, and sliding the other one in between your legs for even more contact

Alastor won't complain too much if he is already laying there and you decide to wrap your arms around him, spooning him instead. But Alastor's preferred position is as the big spoon by far.

The big downside of sleeping with Alastor is that he will not let you go once he is asleep. I hope you don't have to pee in the middle of the night because this man's arms have you in a deathgrip you cannot escape from. It feels like his subconscious mind is afraid that if he let you go, he would lose you forever.

Alastor also nuzzles his face into the back of your neck and shoulders while he sleeps. Your not sure if this is actually an affectionate gesture or a deer scenting thing.

Alastor's ears always seem to be moving. They twist, turn, and flick around. Reacting to the smallest of sounds and listening for danger while he snoozes.

Overall Assessment: An acquired taste. Just like cannibalism.

✿°•∘୨୧∘•°✿‿✿°•∘୨୧∘•°✿‿✿°•∘୨୧∘•°✿

Vox ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

Has the best internal clock out of the entire Hazbin cast (and thats not a pun). Vox is very consistent with his sleep schedule. He is in bed around 11pm-midnight, and naturally wakes up around 6ish. No alarm needed. Unless he has to wake up extra early for a meeting of course.

Honestly, this guy's internal clock is rock solid. The only times it gets fucked up are when Velvette and/or Valentino (mostly Valentino, lets be real here) drag him out to a party, bar, or club late at night. Vox never has a good time anyway, so he doesn't even know why he goes.

Vox always ends up trashed and staying up until like 3-4am. Not exactly a good idea when your body has been trained to wake up early. His body will wake him up only a couple hours after he went to sleep whether he likes it or not.

This usually ends up with Vox being super sick for a day. Because he is still kind of drunk, but also kind of hungover, living on two hours of sleep, and drinking coffee like its water just to remain standing. Vox is just a complete mess and no one knows why he came into work to be honest.

Vox goes to bed early that night (at 10pm; thats "early" for him), and wakes up the next day mostly recovered and reset. Mostly.

Once you and Vox get together, you help Vox's sleep immensely. Whether purposely or not, you start teaching Vox to prioritize his sleep more and how to get actual rest.

Vox can actually *gasp* take a nap if you do it together. He doesn't even remember the last time he was able to have one. But now he loves it and siestas become a regular thing the two of you share.

You also mess up Vox's internal clock. But in a good way. Yeah, Vox still wakes up like clockwork every morning. But if your snuggled into him and still sleeping, Vox can actually go back to sleep.

Vox's preferred sleeping position by far is the Nuzzle/Cradle. His widescreen forces him to sleep on his back so there isnt exactly many options... But Vox really wants to cuddle and touch you.

So youll inevitably end up draping yourself practically on top of him like a weighted blanket. Your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of Vox's pulse, with his fingers gently petting you… Also like a weighted blanket, you comfort Vox in a way he cannot begin to explain.

Vox will get pouty if you don't like sleeping on his chest or its too hot to do so. He will deny through and through that he does it though. Vox is one of those people who is like 'IM NOT POUTING' as their bottom lip is sticking fully out.

But once you two start sharing a bed, Vox actually has to be touching you in some way. He doesn't know what it is, but he just cant get comfortable and starts getting restless when you two arent touching. So other good sleep positions that work well with him are the Tetherball or the Leg Hug.

For the Tetherball; Vox will just simply rest his hand on your hip while you sleep. This works best if your a side sleeper, cause then Vox can gently hold the curve of your hip. Drawing mindless shapes into your skin with his claws as you both go to sleep. This simple contact is more then enough to assure Vox that your there and safe so he can rest peacefully.

As for the Leg Hug; Vox feels weird about it at first. Sticking his leg out to the side, hoping for some contact. God, he feels desperate. But he needs to feel you. When he does, all his anxiety immediately melts away. When you reach your leg back and tangle it with his, Vox feels butterflies rise into his chest. You really do love him.

Once Vox is asleep, he is... odd, to say the least. He is simultaneously a light sleeper and a heavy one. You figure it has something to do with the technological parts of him and what they deem 'safe' or not. Like, what triggers his internal alarms.

For example, you can easily just get up from the bed, shake the bed, bounce off it, and Vox wont budge. Won't even move. But then someone sneezes outside his hotel room and he is up instantly.

Because of how light of a sleeper he is, it takes Vox forever to go to sleep. He is one of those people who has to lay there for a solid hour. Even then he rarely goes into actual deep sleep. Vox tends to go into this weird rest mode where his screen will start doing that old dvd logo bounce thing. If his screen is completely black however, it means that he actually managed to fully power down for once.

For the love of god, if Vox actually fully powers down, do not jolt him awake. Vox going into deep sleep like that is rare enough as it is. But waking him up suddenly from it makes him incredibly groggy. It honestly completely ruins his entire day because he feels like he never fully wakes up.

You can always tell when Vox is awake (or semi-awake) because he will be gently petting you, tracing circles into your skin as a way to sooth himself. The moment Vox goes to sleep, he stops. You've also noticed that when this happens, his hands tighten slightly into a protective grip on you.

Overall Assessment: The best one to sleep with on the list if your looking for actual rest. Too protective for his own good even in his sleep.

✿°•∘୨୧∘•°✿‿✿°•∘୨୧∘•°✿‿✿°•∘୨୧∘•°✿

Lucifer ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

I hope you don't like actual rest too much. Because this guy has no idea what a sleep schedule is. I mean, he kinda did when Lilith was around. But since she has been gone everything has just been out the window.

As my fellow depressed people will know, it wreaks havoc on your sleep. One day you cant get out of bed and sleep twenty hours. Then you cant sleep at all and go days with only three hours of sleep total. This guy does that.

Not to mention this man is certainly, most definitely, somewhere on the spectrum. Thats also gonna fuck with his sleep massively. Lucifer will hyperfocus on a project and forget that 'oh yeah, food and sleep are things I need'.

Lucifer will hyperfocus on a new duck he is making and not leave his workshop for over 15 hours at a time. When he DOES leave, its only to make snack/food runs. Passes out on his workbench or tea-table constantly.

So uh. Yeah. Poor guy has no actual sleep schedule. When he starts staying at the hotel, Lucifer is commonly wide awake at 3am and highkey will scare the shit out of people like a ghost. Insomnia to the nines.

Once he is actually asleep, Lucifer sleeps like a dead man. Nothing can wake him up. This is a learned trait. In the height of his depression after Lilith left, Lucifer stopped seeing a point in getting up most days. He started sleeping through alarms, sirens, explosions... He just stopped bothering. What's the point? Its not like he has anything good to wake up to anyway.

Lucifer starts... trying to fix his sleep schedule once him and Charlie reconnect so he can spend more time with her. Well. Attempting would be a better word for it. Lucifer keeps doing that thing where he goes, 'oh yeah I should try going to bed early tonight', then proceeds to stay up past four in the morning. So no progress has actually been made.

Once YOU come around however, Lucifer actually starts sleeping normally again! Eh, kind of. Its a work in progress. But its progress! Which is MUCH further then he has gotten before!

The problem is, you have to trick Lucifer into sleeping. Otherwise he will keep trying to say he is busy, say 'just one more thing' to infinity, or start whining that he isn't tired.

So what do you do? Start kissing him and entice him to bed with the promise of cuddles. Or you can start kissing and nipping at Lucifer's neck with a different kind of sleeping in mind... (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ He is sure to stay in bed with you if you wear him out first, right?

Another tactic that works everytime is to pretend to fall asleep next to him in his workshop. Sometimes this plan fails right away because you actually do end up falling asleep; but thats not the point here. Lucifer gets the most loving smile on his face as he picks you up bridal style and takes you to bed, only for you to grab his arm and pull him into the bed with you.

You thought it was a pain getting him into bed? Well he is a pain once he is in the bed too.

Lucifer is an actual koala. He can't just be touching you, oh no. He has to be embracing you. He has to be having as much contact as physically possible in order to sleep. It seems like every night his goal is to see what new shape of human knot he can tie you two in.

I hope you run cold or can tolerate heat well. Because like I said this is the ONLY way Lucifer can sleep. Lucifer will do whatever he can to make it work though. If you tell him your uncomfortable, he will change how your limbs are intertwined. If you tell him your too hot, whelp. Time to start losing some layers. And blankets are overrated anyways!

If you tell Lucifer you legitimately cant sleep like a pretzel, it will actually break his little heart. Lucifer will 100% take it as a personal rejection. He will stop sleeping in the bed with you all together so he doesn't "bother" you.

On a much happier note; once you two are tangled up and somehow manage to fall asleep, Lucifer is the cutest thing once he is sleeping.

Lucifer does that thing where he will half wake up in the middle of the night and kiss you before going back to sleep. If you do the same thing (or just generally kiss Lucifer while he is asleep), he will make little happy sounds in his sleep when you do so. You swear they sound kind of like bird cheeps.

Also thanks to >>this combo post<< by @poisned and @heart-of-the-morningstar I now have it permanently in my head that Lucifer talks/mumbles in his sleep.

Before you two got together, it was mostly nonsense or things about his ducks. But now you often hear him muttering your name, how much he loves you, or just saying other lovey-dovey junk in his sleep.

Overall Assessment: Lucifer is extremely difficult to handle, but doing his best. That's what really counts right?

✿°•∘୨୧∘•°✿‿✿°•∘୨୧∘•°✿‿✿°•∘୨୧∘•°✿

AN: Just a disclaimer, the thing about tricking Lucifer into bed by pretending to fall asleep in his workshop so he carries you isnt my idea either. It was from a cute fic here on Tumblr but I cant find it at all. ๐·°(⋟﹏⋞)°·๐ Please lmk if you know what fic Im talking about! I literally spent hours looking for it.

[dira333]

Kiss me in the dark - Kuroo x Reader

Friends to lovers, for @reverie-starlight for the Milestone Event Week 1

"Spin the bottle!" Bokuto cries, as usual much too loud for the crowded space.

"I heard you the first time!" Yaku sniffs and spins the bottle, no doubt hoping it will land on Fukurodani's cute manager.

It lands on you.

You can see how he swallows, his usually straightforward behavior turning nervous. "I think there's a mistake," he tries. "I didn't spin it right."

"Rules are rules!" Akaashi points out with an almost bored smile while you wish you could sink into the floor.

Yaku hesitates once more before resigning himself to his fate, leaning over the gap where the bottle waits for its next turn.

SMACK!

He lands face-first on the floor, Tetsurou behind him.

"Whoops, sorry. Didn't see you there."

Yaku's cheeks are red and he's positively angry but he's not retaliating, which is a first.

"Well, get it over with..." Akaashi drawls and there's something to his smile that tells you he's enjoying this... whatever this is.

"I could take your place if you're too hurt to kiss, you know." Tetsurou points out, pointedly checking his nails.

"Yes," Kenma snarls from where he's hidden by the snacks. "Do it."

Silence washes over the room. It's one thing to joke about it, another to actually follow through on it.

Your eyes catch Tetsurou’s in the dim light and your heart stutters to a halt as you wonder if he's finally going to do it - breach that gap between you that's been keeping you apart.

- - -

“This is Tetsurou, my son. And this is Kenma, his best friend,” the man explains. You eye the two boys from the safety of your mother's hand, none of them daring to catch your eye.

“My daughter is a little shy,” your mother explains above you to your utter embarrassment. “I’m sure she’ll warm up to them in no time though.”

“Do you, uh,” Tetsurou mumbles, dragging his foot across the floor, “do you wanna play… Volleyball?”

“Can I?” You look up to your mom for guidance. You don’t dislike playing ball. You just hope they don’t play rough.

“Sure, honey. Go on.”

Tetsurou is a good teacher. He might swallow his words sometimes, reddening in the afterglow of the evening sun when you peer up at him with too many questions to voice and he might stumble over himself trying to get you to like Kenma and Kenma to like you, but he’s nice. Not too rough, not too loud. Just nice.

-

The room is filled with the pained sounds of a monster dying as Kenma slays it on screen. 

You purse your lips, focusing as you drag the little brush over Tetsurou’s nails.

“I like this kind of red,” he mumbles quietly, all tuckered out from playing Volleyball all afternoon. It’s the one thing that gets him out of his shell, just like Games do for Kenma, or fashion does for you. 

“I have a wig in that color,” you tell him just as quietly, “I can lend it to you.”

“Really?” His grin is infectious. “I’d love that.”

And it’s in those moments, quiet and soft and oh so familiar, that you find yourself drawn in. Like you’re no longer orbiting him, but going straight on collision course.

- - -

Over seven years of friendship and it all boils down to this.

Tetsurou doesn’t move, frozen where he sits.

You push yourself up when it goes on too long, darting your lips over Yaku’s bruised cheek.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you tell the room as if anyone doesn’t know what’s going on. Those are your friends, in a way, even though Bokuto is more Tetsurou’s friend than yours and Akaashi is Bokuto’s friend of course and Yaku is a whole different topic, but, alas, they all know what’s going on. It’s Tetsurou after all. He’s an open book.

You make it all the way down the dark hallway, past the other sleeping quarters where the younger players snore away. At least Lev hadn’t participated. You wouldn’t be able to live that humiliation down.

“Wait!”

You don’t turn. You know that voice without looking.

The bathroom door closes behind you with a quiet click, your heart beating fast. You didn’t need to run, but it feels like it, running from a joke that’s no longer funny, an unavoidable conversation you don’t want to have.

The door opens again and Tetsurou stumbles through, eyes wide and cheeks pale.

“This is the girl’s bathroom!” You hiss and he panics, throwing himself against the closing door with his eyes closed.

“I’m not looking!” He promises. “But we need to talk. Alone. Is anyone else in here?”

Silence.

You sigh.

“Fine,” you huff, swallowing against the nerves. Like a bandaid, you tell yourself. Just rip it off. “Don’t joke about kissing me if you don’t wanna do it anyway.”

Tetsurou chokes. “I wasn’t joking.”

“What?!” It’s your turn to panic. “No, wait. No! You don’t get to say that when you panic froze right after being put on the spot.”

“I want to kiss you!” He promises. “Just not… in front of all of our friends.”

“You’re just saying that so I’m no longer mad at you.”

“True, but, also…” He shrugs, but it looks more like a nervous tick, like he’s trying to get rid of the thoughts that sit heavy on his shoulders. “You’re my best friend. What if we kiss and you’re no longer my best friend? I don’t know if I can take that risk.”

You nod, stepping back a little. He’s right. You’ve been thinking about that long enough to know that he’s right.

However, tonight has proven something else.

“But I think… if we keep going like this, in this kind of limbo of not just friends but not something more, we’ll not stay best friends either. This hurts, you know?”

“Yeah,” Tetsurou nods, slow and solemnly. His eyes look like they used to as a kid, before he got more confident in himself, before he began trusting others as well as himself. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.”

His hand reaches out and you take it without thinking, your heart and body longing to be close to him.

“Can I kiss you now?” He whispers as the motion-sensitive lighting flickers out around you, bathing you in soft, curious darkness.

His lips are soft and he tastes like the nerd clusters Bokuto dared him to eat as a joke and his arms are warm and strong around you, like a promise and a memory altogether.

-

Your hand is firmly in his as you step out into the hallway again, your lips a little bruised and his grin sitting a little lopsided.

“Finally,” Kenma drawls and you turn, surprised to see the whole group waiting at the corner behind him.

“Did you kiss?” Bokuto asks, beefy arms heavy on Akaashi’s shoulders who just rolls his eyes.

“Yes,” you tell them with a grin before Tetsurou can and watch them all jump and cheer like the idiots they are.

[chaifootsteps]

OMG the scene where Charlie baby talked to Baxter irked me SO bad! Like what are you doing?!? Youre a grown ass adult talking to another grown ass adult, you dont talk to people you just met like that EVER!

Like what was the point of the scene?? To be funny? Cause it isnt, there is no joke, punchline, nothing, its just Charlie being rude to a random stranger that she just met.

Was it to make Charlie look like an "adorkable kawaii potato that LOVES cute little things :3"? Then someone tell Vivziepop that it isnt 2014 anymore and nobody likes these characters, epecially when theyre ADULTS, theyre just really fucking annoying.

This is why i hate the Show's Charlie, they try to sell her as if she is oh-so-nice and the most kind person in the world that CARES about others issue's when she is actually a priviliged bitch that thinks she has the solution to every problem in the world when she doesnt understand shit about other's people's situation nor cares enough to listen to them.

She reminds me to these internet e-celebrities that build their whole image on being wholesome and sweet but then when theyre asked to talk about some societal problem they decilne because "sowy i dont want to bring politics to my channel :3 xoxo".

It would have been interesting if she was written this way on PURPORSE. Like at first her being a naive, rich, priviliged princess that never faced any real problems and thats why she is sure that she can easily solve other's problems by doing what she says, and as the show progresses she starts learning to LISTEN to other's explaining their situation and why the solutions arent as simple as what she was made to belive growing up privileged.

But since Vivziepop lacks any self awareness the show tries to convice us that her ways are the correct ones, and that everyone should do as she says in order to fix everything and that her acting like an ignorant asshole to thers its ok because its "cute :3".

Maybe im just exagerating because im a short person with a baby face who got treated a similar way Charlie talked to Baxter by other adults, and i dont think i need to clarify you should definetely NOT do that to other people like that, like how do people not realize its rude as shit.

Its embarassing how upset i got at this, i hope this show gets cancelled as soon as posible.

Yeah, that was pretty vile. It was that unbearable scene where she forced them to play rhyme-and-clap games all over again, and that other unbearable scene where her idea of redeeming them was putting them in stupid outfits and having them read from scripts.

I hate series Charlie so much.

[koji-haru]

Time Travel AU Part: 20

Adam eyed the angel beside him, the early rays bouncing off his porcelain skin made him appear as if he were glowing, his deep blue eyes looking so soft under the gentle light. Though his mess of a hair, strands sticking out everywhere and slightly wet with saliva, by virtue of Amora’s playfulness, kind of ruined the image of a pristine angel. But Adam felt like his eyes were either broken or he must be wearing rose coloured glasses as he could only see sublimity in front of him no matter how many times he blinked to clear his vision. 

The two were eating a bowl of mixed fruits, made from a variety of berries, bananas and kiwis, chopped and sliced a little too evenly and perfectly by a certain someone. Michael was going to do some ‘cooking’ for Adam, as the human seemed to really enjoy the resulting product, but he remembered the last time he tried, Adam ended up doing most of the work, and that didn’t seem like a good way to start…this – the chance that Adam had finally given him. At least the first man seemed to like the quick breakfast he prepared; he had read somewhere from one of Uriel’s many scrolls that these fruits were good for the human body. Michael took a spoonful of the fruit mix into his mouth, its juices a sweet harmony that coated his tongue, leaving a satisfying feeling as he swallowed it down. He couldn’t believe he actually made something that tasted good on his own, well, he didn’t make it just simply prepared it, but still! He was quite proud of himself, especially when he noticed that the object of his affections seemed to enjoy the breakfast he made as well. 

“Wouldn’t Heaven be looking for you by now?,” Adam asked suddenly, while an odd kind of warmth did bloom in his chest to have literally woken up in front of an angel and having said angel stay with him throughout the morning, he was also curious as to how the ever so busy Michael found time to spend the entire evening and morning in Eden. Did they even know where he was?

“Hmm?” Michael turned to Adam, mouth busy chewing.

“I mean, this is the longest you’ve stayed in the garden,” Adam explained.

Michael finished chewing his food first before answering, pausing briefly to consider his thoughts. “They actually might be looking for me right now…”

“Eh, then shouldn’t you go back soon?”

“It’s alright,” Michael said with a smile. “I’m sure they can forgive my missing presence for a while longer. Besides, I did say I wanted to know who you truly are.”

Adam snorted, “That’ll be your number one regret in the future for sure.” The mask he had been so comfortably wearing during his entire time in Eden was essentially off, save for a certain secret. No more acting all sweet and innocent, he was just going to be himself, one that annoyed and pushed people away, that was who he really was. See if that wouldn’t scare Michael away. Though as the thought crossed Adam’s mind, a sense of both relief and anxiety pervaded throughout his entire being. Sure, he felt relieved not having to act so nice all the time anymore, but what if his actual personality would truly push Michael away from him? Then what? Maybe he shouldn’t have been so rash and acted on his feelings; maybe he should’ve just kept wearing the stupid mask on, that way he would at least still have a friend; maybe he should’ve just outright rejected Michael, that way he wouldn’t have to worry about stupid things like this–

“Don’t say that.” Michael placed his bowl down as he moved closer towards Adam. His gentle hands wrapped around Adam’s, giving it a soothing squeeze. “What’s wrong?,” he asked after noticing the wrinkles between the first man’s brows, the way his lips downturned into a small frown, his golden eyes flooded with unease. 

“N-nothing,” Adam replied as he pulled his hands away, keeping his eyes down towards the ground. This was pathetic. He felt pathetic. “Anyway, thanks for this,” he said as he held his own bowl of fruits up. “It was nice.”

Michael felt himself deflate a little bit at Adam’s deflection, but that was alright, he was patient. “No problem at all, I’m glad you like it,” he smiled. “Though actually, I was hoping if you could teach me more about ‘cooking’?” Learning about Adam wasn’t just through talking; how he liked to do certain things, what he did in his spare time, his favourite spots in the garden – all these were also other ways for Michael to know the first man much better, especially when the door was still open for him. 

Adam eyed Michael up and down, a certain kind of scrutinising look painted plainly on his features. It was a neutral but also quite critical kind of look, in a very judging way, somewhat similar to when the other angels found out that Michael had covered up some of his brother’s antics, though Adam’s was more on the petty side. It was odd, to be looked at like that by Adam, yet also refreshing as he was discovering new things about his human. 

“Hmmm,” Adam contemplated loudly, eyes squinting a little at Michael. The few times he had attempted to teach the angel told him that Michael absolutely had no skill nor talent for the craft, but then Michael only got to try a few times. Maybe he only needed to practise more. 

“Only if you want to, of course,” Michael added. 

“I guess I could teach you some more,” Adam shrugged. What was the harm, right?

There was plenty of harm. In fact, Michael himself was the danger. 

The two stared down at the small tree and the small area that surrounded it that Michael had somehow, by some sort of miracle, managed to set in a fiery blaze. Panicked wasn’t even enough to describe what Adam had felt when he saw the tree burning red with Michael inside the very flames. Thankfully, Michael was one sturdy angel, having left the incident one hundred percent unscathed, though the same couldn’t be said about the nearby plants. The smell of burnt wood wafted in the air as thick black smoke floated up to the skies as the charred remains of the tree barely remained standing in all its scorched glory. In fact, Adam was sure the inside of the tree was still burning slightly. Before, Adam was sure he was safe in the garden, but now Michael had reminded him how close death could be.

“I, uh.” Michael wasn’t even sure how everything happened. One moment he was trying to heat up the pan so he casted a small golden flame from his fingertips to set the ‘kindling’ alight, then the next moment he was engulfed in a large flame himself. Was it the oil? No, maybe it was grease. Had he spilled them and not noticed? Either way, Adam did tell him to be mindful of it, and he thought he was being careful, but maybe holy fire wasn’t a good combination with it. 

“I guess I’ll have to replace your pans and utensils…”

—-

“Okay, no more cooking for you,” Adam declared as they, yet again, have some more fruits and nuts to eat for lunch instead. “Like, ever.”

“Oh,” Michael’s shoulders slumped down, though he understood why Adam had banned him from cooking. It did get a little dangerous, at least for Adam and the garden. That meant he could only practise in places that could withstand some damage, like Heaven. 

Adam noticed Michael deflate, and while he planned on sticking to his rule of banning the angel from cooking, he did feel a little bad; Michael really did try after all, he just didn’t have the sense for it, at least for the time being. Adam sighed, maybe he could teach him about things that were a little easier to handle instead.

“Let me tell you about this new drink I made,” Adam suggested. “It’s made with dried leaves, flowers and fruits. I think you’ll like them.”

Michael perked up at the mention of learning something new, and getting to spend more time with Adam. “Oh? What is it called?”

Adam felt an odd little warmth bloom from within his chest at seeing Michael cheering up again, though he decided not to dwell too much on it. “I’m calling it ‘tea’. It’s a nice warm beverage that helps me calm down or sleep better sometimes,” he explained as he got up from his spot ready to head somewhere. “I’ve got some stocked, I’ll just go get them. Meanwhile, can you go gather some dry wood, twigs and leaves? I need to boil some water.” He had begun walking away already when he stopped abruptly, turning back to Michael. “Oh, and don’t you dare start the fire this time!,” he shouted before quickly making his way to get some of the dried tea he had made days prior. 

By the time Adam had arrived, Michael had gathered plenty of things to be used as kindling, collected some water to be boiled, and had everything set up and ready with no fire or anything burnt in sight. Michael sat on the ground, his back towards Adam as he patiently waited for the first man to come back. His flittered ever so slightly as he hummed a soft tune to himself; his was tilted slightly down as he seemed to be focusing on something else. Adam grinned to himself, a little mischievous thought crossing his mind. With slow, careful steps, he made his way towards the unsuspecting angel. Step by step, he got closer and closer, crouched and ready to pounce in three…two…one…

“Boo!,” he yelled out as he pounced onto Michael’s back, draping his arms around the angel’s neck. “What are you doing there?,” he asked as he peered at what Michael had in hand. “Oh, that kinda looks like m–”

“Aaah!” Michael quickly wrapped his wings around him covering what he had been doing. “N-nothing! Nothing at all!,” he said, a golden tinge quickly spreading on his cheeks. 

“Nono, I’m pretty sure I saw something,” Adam grinned as he tried to pry between the feathers and look inside the wings. But as soon as he did that, a soft ‘poofing’ sound was heard from beneath the wings, and when Michael finally opened them, there was nothing inside besides from the angel himself.

“See? Nothing at all!”

Adam got off Michael as he flopped down on the grass, a pout on his lips. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that right? The flush on your face is literally giving you away.”

Michael touched his face, and yeah, it was pretty warm. “It’s just a little something…It’s not done yet so–”

“Hey, hey, I was joking. You don’t have to show me if you don’t want to,” clarified Adam. He was nosy, but not THAT nosy. “Anyway!” He triumphantly waved three small pouches in front of Michael, a faint fragrant smell emanating from it. “I’ve got our tea, cups and a pot!” 

While Adam ensured that he was the one to start the fire and boil the water, he left the four kinds of tea he made with Michael to examine and smell. Apparently, all three little bags of dried plants made different kinds of drinks. Michael was actually quite excited to try them, each smelled so differently pleasant, some were quite sweet while others had a calming effect to them. Heaven didn’t really offer a lot of choices for angels to drink, they only really had water, angel wine, and certain fruit juices, and the fruit juices were a new addition when the garden was made. So this new warm drink made with dried plants was a completely new concept to him, and he was quite happy to be one the first to try it, especially since Adam had made it. 

“Okay, so which one do you want to try first?,” asked Adam as he made his way back to Michael. The water was simmering already, and he had even smaller pouches ready to be used as tea bags. “That one is made out of dried peaches, raspberries and rose petals; that one from the leaves of Camellia sinensis; and that one from dried apples and elderflower.”

“Can’t I try them all?,” asked Michael, he really did want to try all of it.

“You can, but just one at a time,” Adam replied. “So, which one are you most curious about?”

They all sounded very interesting to Michael, and it didn’t help that they all smelled so fragrant, but he couldn’t help but be a little more curious about the one made out of leaves instead of flowers and fruits; it also smelled differently from the other two, it smelled grassy while the other two were sweet. 

“Then, can I try this one first?,” he said as he handed Adam the pouch. 

“Ooh, green tea. Personally not the biggest fan of it, but they’re great after meals.” Adam took the pouch from Michael, transferring some of its contents into an even smaller pouch before letting it steep inside the pot filled with recently boiled water. “And now, we wait for a bit.”

“And we just leave it soaking like that?,” asked Michael, curiously eyeing the steeping tea. It seemed simple enough. 

“Yup, it adds flavour to the water,” Adam answered. “Though, green tea wouldn’t have too much of a flavour to begin with.”

Michael simply hummed in response, clearly fascinated by such a simple thing. Adam found it kind of funny. Here was an archangel who was literally made from the light of stars, and lived in Heaven, he had probably seen things humans couldn’t even begin to comprehend, and yet, a simple little thing such as making tea captivated him. It was…kind of adorable, if Adam had to be honest. 

A faint grassy scent wafted from the pot, signalling that the tea was ready to be served. 

“Oh, that means it’s ready,” said Adam as he got them their cups and poured the tea into them. 

“That was quick.” Michael looked at the hot drink served to him, he could see why Adam decided to call it ‘green tea’; the liquid was of a faint green colour and it really did smell quite grassy. He pulled the cup closer to him, the mild steam passing by his face before taking a sip. 

“Ah wait! That’s very hot–,” Adam tried to reach out for Michael’s cup but was a little too late. 

“Hmm?” Michael looked up from his cup, still taking a sip of the tea. It tasted quite bittersweet, earthy and a little grassy, a mixture of flavours he never had before. He quite liked it. 

“Nevermind,” sighed Adam. He almost forgot, this was the same guy who didn’t realise he was on fire until Adam had to call out for him. Heaven borns really are freaky. “So, do you like it?,” he asked.

Michael put down his cup, still savouring the new taste on his tongue for a few more seconds before answering. “It’s odd, but I like it a lot. Can I have more?,” he asked, handing his cup over to Adam. 

“Yeah, sure sure.” Adam poured some tea into his cup. “I’m surprised you like it that much.” He took a sip of his tea before pulling it away, tongue sticking out as disgusted look appeared on his face. “Ugh, yeah, still hate it.”

“Really? Then why did you make so much in the first place?,” asked Michael while pointing at the pouch filled with dried green tea leaves. 

“There’s only so much I can do in the garden, and when I get bored, I like to get a little experimental and do things excessively,” Adam answered. “I actually have so much more stashed away. You can take the entire pouch if you want, since you like it that much.”

Michael visibly beamed up at Adam’s offer. “Can I really?”

“Yeah, go ahead, I don’t want them anyway,” Adam waved off, happy to finally have some use for the excess he made. 

As Michael took the pouch and put it inside the pocket of his robes, he felt an odd sensation in his halo as it glowed bright. Adam knew what that meant, but decided to keep his mouth shut, that was the one thing he wasn’t willing to divulge yet. 

“Something wrong?,” he decided to ask instead. 

“Oh, they’re really looking for me now in Heaven…,” answered Michael a little quietly. 

Just from the tone of his voice, Adam could tell that Michael didn’t particularly want to go back yet, and he couldn’t blame him. Heaven for all its splendour was boring as shit when you’re not a simple winner; always stacking more work onto everyone who had at least a  somewhat important role. He couldn’t even imagine how much work the poor guy had to do. Then a sudden thought crossed his mind. 

“Oh, that’s too bad. We still have the other two to try,” said Adam, shaking the pouches of tea. “I personally prefer these ones. Quite sweet, really nice.”

“Um, well…” It was almost evening, Michael was almost away from Heaven for almost a full day cycle. He really should be getting back.

“It’s quite nice to share a drink with someone.” Adam gave Michael a little sad smile, his eyes casting down, looking a little tearful. “It’s kind of sad to enjoy it alone, as I've been doing until now.”

Michael knew he really should head back to Heaven, but then he couldn’t just leave Adam alone like that, could he? Plus, he really did want to try those two other teas. His personal wants wrestled with his sense of duty, tackling each other in his mind, constantly going back and forth with both having good arguments against the other. But in the end, only one ended up victorious. Well, Michael liked to think he thought hard and carefully about his decision, but as soon as Adam gave him that sad, pitiful look, it was quite obvious to him what he was going to do. 

“Well, I guess they can wait a little longer,” he yielded, really it wasn’t even a fight. 

Adam grinned to himself. Oh how he missed getting others in trouble with him, or well, in this case he should be free from any repercussions. He was after all just a human. He made a quick silent prayer for Michael for when he finally does go back to Heaven, knowing how scary an angry Sera could be. But for the time being, he was just going to enjoy their cute little tea time.

Part 19

Part 21

[ghoastixx]

Horror characters w/ a child in the school musical

Notes: In honor of my school's drama club being shut down and me having to go to my neighboring school. (You can tell I have favorites ;))

Includes: Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Mama Firefly, Choptop Sawyer, Billy and Stu, Carrie White, Hannibal Lecter (and Will Graham), Beetlejuice, Micheal Myers (A bit RZ), The Lost Boys,

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Otis Driftwood

The fact that you even have to go to school is a problem to him. With his whole "I hate rules" get up, did you really think he'd want you going to some crummy government public school? He literally hates everything about it..

But... it would be suspicious if you didn't go to school, considering some people in the neighboring town knew there was a kid in the house..

When you bring up wanting to be in your school's musical?

He's all for it, wether you're a little kid or a teenager, surprisingly.

I think he'd be into the idea since he himself is very artsy, he sees it as his kiddo trying to express themselves, and he's all for it.

Especially if you are also in charge of the set (My school's was five people so I always did set), he's so excited to see what you come up with, even if it boringly lacks and pain and suffering.

He won't clean up to come watch it, he will genuinely show up with his matty white hair under his oddly stained cowboy hat, his 'burn this flag' tank top, dirty boots.. he gets odd looks, no one sits next to him or the family, murmuring that they stink.

he's so proud.

"______, do you know who that guy in the front row who keeps grimacing is in the cowboy hat? He's scaring off our audience,"

"That's my dad :)"

Baby Firefly

Oh, she is EXCITED

As a performer herself, coughcoughthefloorshowcoughcough,

If this is a highschool show, she gets into alllll the drama. All the petty fights, tantrums, affairs going on, all the juicy shit that happens during musical season. Perfect person to bitch with about it.

She will come to every single one of the shows, she tells people to come constantly.

She'd have you practice in front of victims as an "audience,"

She is so thrilled, this is the funnest thing ever to her.

Gushes over the costumes

If you don't get a lead you really wanted, she is just as petty as you are about it.

Opening night, she'll give you a boquet of flowers she totally didn't steal before hand.

The best drama mama!

"She's such a bitch, who's she think she is, huh? You deserved that role much more than them, god what a whore."

"Tell me about it,"

Mama Firefly

Aw, she thinks its so dear.

It's been a long time since she had a little one in the home, she's excited to do things that actually make her feel like a mom again.

Supports you in any way you need, practice running late? She's packed you a sandwich and an extra water. Need help going over a scene? Well, she'll try her damn best!

I feel she'd be the type of mom to help make her kids costume if it fell on the kids shoulder

She is so excited to see it when it comes time, she drags R.J, Otis, and Baby (sorry Tiny) out of the home to go see it

She dresses up all nice and fights her way to the front row

She cheers loudly for you.

"Do we have to be here?" Otis grumbled, "Yes, this is your little sibling, now hush it's startin'"

Chop-Top Sawyer

Oh god it's a mess,

it's not that he's not excited, he's very excited his spitfire is into music just like him

but that's the problem, he's too excited.

It's not like he can just... come and watch-

He's not exactly normal, y'know.

Now this could go two different ways,

1. He doesn't go watch, but makes Drayton go and record it so he can watch it himself (if he cares enough by then)

2. He goes and causes a scene and you both just blame it on his Vietnam PTSD which gets you both a lot of sympathy points.

If he does get to go, he freaks a lot of people out. He wears his wig, assuming they replaced his Sonny Bono wig, but is constantly digging at his plate with his tongue just..sticking out. Plus he talks funny and stinks and- god people are trying to figure out who this loud creeper is and why he's here..

Then they see him at the end of the show...standing with you. Gossip spreads quickly..

Some who refuse to believe it, mistake Drayton as your father at the end of the show.

"Hello, I'm assuming your ______'s father? I wanted to tell you just how talented-" "Oh! Hey Mister Johnson, I see you've met my uncle Drayton," "Uncle?" "Yeah, this is my dad," "Oh...Uhm..." "Hi *heavy breathing*" "Forgive him, he's still adjusting from 'Nam."

Billy and Stu

They are both so incredibly normal about your interests

So I'm like conflicted cause one part of me wants to believe that they don't really care all that much but the other part of me that recognizes them as huge nerds is wielding a sword.

Shut up, Stu had a musical phase in middle school, FIGHT ME.

Stu is definitely more excited than Billy is

and it's not that Billy's not excited, Stu just shows it more than Billy.

100% flexible with your schedule, they take turns dropping you off and picking you up if you can't drive.

Stu uses it as an excuse to get out of stuff.

"Sorry, can't, gotta take chick-pea to practice tonight, yeah sooo sorry."

Billy is the type to get volunteered by you if big pieces of the set need done and no one else will do it.

He'll grumble, but it will be done.

Stu donates a lot of money towards the program, half in attempts to get the director to favorite you and give you parts you want.

Stu and Billy come to every show, all of them, without fail.

This is important to you, and you're important to them, so this is important to them.

Stu is so hype on opening night, giving you a pep-talk all day before you go to get ready.

They are so proud of you when the show is over, and will both help you out of that after show slumps.

"C'mon baby, what was the name of the lead your the understudy for?" "Kelly?" "No, Chick-pea, the name of the actor..." "Guys- no."

Carrie White

stop she's so proud of you,

even if you don't end up with a big part, she's so proud that you have the confidence to do something she would have never dared to of done when she was young.

She might even be involved? I could see her making costumes- I mean, she made her prom dress and that shit was stunning.

I think she'd be more partial to you doing activities such as music or band or some form of art over sports.

The arts are just a lot less dangerous than sports, she just wants you to be safe. But she also wants you to be happy.

She will come to every single show,

She'd be the mom to help you go over lines if you needed to as well, or offer to try and help practice a dance you needed to learn.

She definitely cries watching you up on stage,

will get you the prettiest flowers and tell all your co-stars that they did such a good job.

"Mama, can you help me with this scene? I just need you to read for Yente," "Of course honey, where do you want me to start?:)"

Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham,

First off, you go to a private school. No kin of Lecter's is going to be caught dead in a public school.

He is rather thrilled when you mention performing for the school, he does love the arts after all.

Whatever you want and or need, singing lessons, dancing lessons, acting classes, whatever you want.

He will dress up for the occasion, he brings Will as well who is way under dressed, but it's always nice to see him.

I don't think Hannibal would come to every show, sometimes his appointments run late, he has a lot to do, but he will come if you have a parents night and he will come see the opening show.

If anything, Will might try and make all of them if you two are close, he knows what it's like not to have a parent show up to something so important.

Hannibal would make food for a cast party if you had one after.

No there are no people in it.

Hannibal has DVD's of all of the shows you have ever done and whips them out ALL THE TIME... The first time Will even heard of you-

"Hannibal, what are all these DVD's? Why are they labeled '_____'?" "Hm? Oh. _______ is my child, those are their performance videos." "you have a kid-" "They do musical theater, sit down, we shall watch the films." "you have...a kid-"

Beetlejuice

He's actually so upset that he can't come watch your show physically.

It's okay- there's a recorded version for him. He'll feel less bad.

He LOVES performing so this is actually perfect, but of course it is! You're his little ghoul.

He actually already knows the whole show so he is very good at helping you practice.

"Aw- toots- you're almost as good as me. Almost."

Micheal Myers (Slight RZ)

Like most things, he's indifferent.

Good luck getting him to come see even one of your shows.

He shows interest in your little hobby when you talk about it, sit next to him and talk about the show as he makes his masks. He listens.

Now.. If he does come see a show? He will only see one, most likely the last one as they are less packed (less likely anyone will recognize him,)

He'll wear a medical mask, his hair mostly covering the rest of his face, he sits in the very back.

He's slightly warmed at just how much the act meant to you.

Your director will approach you after seeing you hug the very tall man with the long hair and covered face, as he just pat you haphazardly on the head before leaving.

"______, someone you know?" "uh huh, that's my dad." "Your dad.. huh.. he seems very quiet." "Yeah, he don't say very much. I didn't think he was gonna come." "Well, I'm glad he did." "yeah, me too."

The Lost Boys

obviously, if you're going to school, you're a human still.

The only way they could come see your show would be if it was late in the evening, and they would probably show up late.

They're very happy for you and want to support you! It's just difficult with them being vampires.

Paul and Marko definitely get a kick out of acting out scenes from your script with you.

Dwayne is interested in the storyline, he also enjoys watching you act. You're in your element, it's like you're a different person.

David, on the other hand, is just amused that you're into all this stuff. It's not that he thinks its dumb or anything, he thinks you do a great job, it's just not really his scene, y'know.

But, you're their baby bat, they'd literally do anything for you, so as you're up on stage during the third song and see a blur of leather jackets and mullets sitting in the back, you can't help but smile.

"God- why are the guys from the board walk here." "They're my family :)" 'HUH-"

[velvetvexations]

I think it's interesting that the trans women who adamantly deny male socialization mostly talk about experiencing dysphoria, or not liking male expectations. Like it's fine that the word is poisoned for them and they dont want to engage with it but they are objectively just not engaging with what it means to be socialized. For me, female socialization was growing up and seeing my female family members be expected to cook/clean at family events, seeing my male relatives get straight up drunk and watch movies that my grandma asked them not to (she doesnt like hearing violent movies), and being judged for not helping with cleanup. Now I do help, mostly because I feel bad seeing my grandma struggle with it, but there's so much dysphoria that comes with it because I know that if I was a Man Raised Man or whatever the fuck I wouldnt have this expectation and it probably wouldnt even occur to me (my little brother doesnt lol). I think trans women actually do, even pre transition, have a more complicated relationship with these sorts of things than a cis man would but like, idk, how many trans women were as children raised to believe theyre terrible and evil for not wanting to clean up after their male relatives, and told that the best outcome they can expect from life is to do this labor for many kids and grandkids and when they die, they'll be remembered as "nice" and "a good mother". Now I'll be remembered as a bad child and fundamentally unnatural. And thats not to say trans women dont face gendered abuse as kids but I think it is different and a lot are viewed as like, freaks for maybe wanting to help in the kitchen instead of chillin with the Boys™. And many also wrestle with like, wanting to be perceived as a woman but not wanting to have to be the free maid service. I have to wrestle with not wanting to abandon all the work to my female relatives but also not wanting to be the maid and also knowing that the more I help the more I'm viewed as female. I guess this got rambley but I just want it to be clear that I do think transfems have interactions with socialization that are unique to them, as do transmascs, and individual cis people, etc, but its weird to insist that the closeted transfem experience is basically the cis girl experience plus being treated as an undesirable third gender, and that transmascs have a better childhood experience than cis women.

Soul-gender. Everyone recognizes someone is really a girl from birth but says they're a boy out of sheer meanness.

And yes, they very deliberately talk past what people are actually saying about socialization to take "trans women are generally expected to grow up as boys" to mean "and that means they've programmed to be Evil" because that's how TERFs use it. Meanwhile they fully accuse transmasc and non-binary people of having one single default experience during childhood that's made them all hate trans women to the point of needing to start a brand new separatist movement over it.

[oliviasthatgirl]

Bed Chem - C.S + Reader (Pt.1)

~• This is my first fan-fic writing ever, so its not gonna be perfect. I'm gonna try my best, bear with me lol. This is gonna be fluff and then go to smut later on throughout this series of short stories. They might come late because of school, but ill try to be frequent. This is based off of Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter!✨❤

[ Warnings!!! - This contains Fluff to Smut later on. Contains a little Language. This is an 18+ story! Names used: Princess, Daddy, and a few other things if I missed them. Contains: Fingering, Daddy kink, and other small things like that. Uses (y/n) ]

~• There may be a few Spelling and Grammar Errors as well as Repetition, but I'm gonna try my best to avoid that stuff.

Enjoy Girly's!✨

-----------------------------•~Bed Chem~•--------------------------------

You and Nick have been best friends since high school. Ever since you moved to Boston, and that first day at school, you two bonded immediately.

You found it fascinating that he and his brothers were triplets, but you never really were attracted to any of them. And Nick was gay so it only left you to Matt and Chris, if you wanted.

================================================

One day Nick texted you asking if you wanted to come hang out at his house. Of course you wanted to, you hadn't been doing anything that productive today and was infact bored. You texted him and stood up off your bed.

" What to wear, what to wear? " I tapped my chin. I look through my closet. I'll just settle for comfortable shorts and a t-shirt. The cute shorts were light blue with a white graffic T. I slip on my Uggs and head to the kitchen. I rummage through the cabinets looking for my Stanley. I take it down and walk to the fridge. I fill up my Stanley and grab the car keys of the counter.

I was eager to go to Nicks house, I haven't seen him all week. I also thought about how his brothers were gonna be there. I didn't know them as well as I did Nick, and hoped to get to know them better.

The drive comes to an end when you enter the driveway of the Triplets house. I park the car and get out. I walk up to the door anxiously. I ring the doorbell. After a few seconds I hear steps approaching the door. Nick opens it.

Nick - " Hey (y/n)! Come in. "

(Y/n) - " Hey Nick, its so good to see you, I've missed you so much. "

Nick - " Me too, come sit on the couch so we can chat. "

He leads you over to the couch and you both sit down on the plush sofa. You look around the room. New pictures and decor fill the surrounding walls. The room feels lively and peaceful, like the perfect place to sit and chat.

(Y/n) - " This place looks nice, have you done more Home Improvement? "

Nick - " Yeah we did, Matt and Chris actually helped with most of it. "

(Y/n) - " Well, it looks really good. I can tell a lot of time and money has been spent on keeping It looking nice. "

A hour of catch up chat occurs. You and Nick catching up with each other in person. When the idea of you spending the night pops into his head.

Nick - " What do you think about spending the night? The sounds fun right? "

(Y/n) - " Yeah, that sounds fun! "

______________________________________________________________

It got late quick, and you end up settling in the guest bedroom. You hear the front door open and Chris and Matt walk in chatting kind of loudly. They had been hanging out with Nathan all day and just got home.

Chris - " He kept bitching to me about how bad I was, and that he is better, but he wasn't I literally 1v1'd him crazy. I coulda done it with my eyes closed. "

Matt - " Don't get too cocky Chris, he beat you more in the game than you shoulda allowed. "

Nick walks out of his room to the front door living room space where his brothers were loudly arguing about a Fortnite battle they just had. He glares at his brothers.

Nick - " Can you guys stop yelling and please shut the fuck up. (Y/n) is spending that night here, and you two storm in bitching and yelling and you woke me up, imagine her right now. "

I throw the sheet to the side and lift myself up. My legs go over the side of the bed and arise to a stand. I walk towards the door and softly open it. I walk to where the commotion is.

As you walk up, Chris immediately shuts up and looks at you. He looked at your body and face. You looked so attractive in that moment. Your hair slightly messy and clothes ruffled. His mind wandered, but he kept himself in line.

You noticed the way he looked at you and you got a little obsessed. The way he admired your body and features made you feel some sort of way you hadn't felt with other people.

Chris was wearing a white jacket with a matching white beanie. He looked hot. You didn't know him well, but damn, he was hot. You and Chris got a little too distracted looking at each other, that you didn't realize Nick and Matt trying to snap you both out of this love like trance you were both in.

Nick - " Chris, (Y/n), hello? Get a room already! Chris is drooling over you. "

You turn and look at Nick, breaking the eye contact with Chris.

(Y/n) - " My bad, Imma go back to bed. "

You turn and walk back to the guest room, still not taking your mind off of the moment you just had with Chris. It was strange, you didn't know him, but you felt like you did. You felt like you knew him your whole life and were very similar.

I get into bed and lay down, drifting to sleep once again.

In the middle of the night you get up to go get some water, expecting everyone to be asleep.

The room was dark, so I just instinctively went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. I backed up to turn and walk back to my room, but bumped into something. Not something, someone.

I jump slightly in shock and gasp. I turn and see Chris standing there smirking down at me.

Chris - " Hey princess, getting water to hydrate those pretty lips? I could hydrate them another way, just saying. "

He bends down to get eye level with you. He leans closer to your face. You can feel his warm breath on your collarbone and face. He leans into your ear.

Chris - " I could tell you, or I could show you, in my bed. "

He said that romantically, but kind of mysterious. You wanted to know what he was gonna do, but he was also looking very attractive tonight so you gave in.

Chris - " I knew you'd give in to me, no one can resist me. "

I look over at him. His veiny arms were looking extra fine tonight. The shadows of light illustrating the details on his arm. I could also see his muscle flexing and I couldn't tell if he was doing that on purpose or not.

He opens the door and closes and locks it. He turns and looks at me. I know what it means, I know what he wants.

(Y/n) - " You know if you wanted me this bad you could of asked. "

He doesn't say anything, instead he walks across the room to me in a few quick strides and picks me up with ease. He walk me over to his bed and throws me down but not hard.

Deep down you loved how he did this to you, he didn't hurt you, but he was rough with you. You admired him for this.

Chris - " Listen princess, I'm gonna make you feel good. I can feel chemistry between us, be freaky with me. Match my freak. I'll make you feel feelings you never have ever. Don't be nervous. You look gorgeous! "

He wastes no time and pulls down your shorts. He lifts your hips and fully takes off the shorts. He grins down at the warm spot in between your thighs. He slowly and agonizingly runs his fingers down your thighs. You feel the pressure and pleasure slowly build up.

You want his touch, you both know that. He runs his fingers over your clothed cunt. You wet more at the feeling of this.

(Y/n) - " Ple, Please Chris. Touch me. "

Chris - " Beg for it, and call me something other than Chris. Call me daddy, yes. Beg for daddy to touch you. Use your words. "

(Y/n) - " Please, please, please, touch me daddy. I'm gonna cum soon. Put your fingers inside me. "

You feel a knot in your stomach ready to be released. You are in the middle of an orgasm. You don't crave anything other than touch now. Specifically Chris's touch.

Chris - " Good girl, I like when you beg for me like that. "

He runs his fingers over your thighs and pulls your thong to the side. He rubs your swollen bud before putting a finger inside. Slowly back in forth before he adds a finger.

(Y/n) - " Yess, daddy that feels so good. I'm so close. "

You hold back a moan as Chris goes faster. As he goes in and out, you get more and more wetter riding out your orgasm. You are so close. The knot slowly releases. You cum all over his fingers.

Chris - " Good girl. You were very tight and nice for daddy. "

He licks your sweet juices off his fingers and grins down at you.

You both get a little tired and decide to go to sleep.

He turns you around and you both lay on your backs. You both fall asleep in each others arms.

______________________________________________________________

~• Hope you enjoyed!

~• Pt.2 will be coming soon! This story isn't that good and may be a little cringy, but after all this is my first fan-fic, and it is a SERIES so it will hopefully progress and get better down the line. I hope you enjoyed it. I tried to do a long story but not too long. Tell me if I should write longer stories. Requests are open!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Let me know if you wanna be tagged for Pt.2!

[icarusredwings]

A review of Puppys pen By Panties on boys

Ive done a previous reviews on

Nasty Dog and Domesticated Wolverine and was heavily impressed so here we go.

Firstly I would like to mention that good gravy. 8 THOUSAND words!?? For a one shot? Holy hell. Props.

"Wade squints in the dark, against the yellow halo that hugs his ankle, as he steps through it." I dont know what this part means but I want to assume it means the Tva door thing for when hes traveling and hes just now stepping into a new dimention.

"Are you there god?" No. Not at all.

Ooohh fangy wolvie!

"What time is your dick appointment sir?"

I love the little note of. "That would be dyscalculia" like uhm actually you little shit- Numbers is dyscalculia and you're aboutta get your ass smashed so its not like that matters

"Sorry daddy" As if you didn't just meet this man 2 seconds ago. But same-

"You're late. Thats rude"

Wade: *dies of horny*

Awww! When it says he was vibrating on the floor like that it makes me think of a really excited puppy with his tail going crazy.

Oh my god. We got a collar. Repeat we got a NICE collar at that.

I like how you describe things but in my brain I can physically see him tripping and struggling to get up so quickly.

I didnt read the tags (why would I, I trust this author not to do anything too uncomfy) but if he dosn't get a tail plug im gonna be a bit disappointed.

Puppy play has to be one of wades absolute favorite things by the way. Do you KNOW how many military brats are pups??? Do you see is ex wife over here?? She definitely was making this man bark.

GUYS! WE GOT COMFORT SMUT

“I don’t want to kill the mood.” Wade replies. “I’m not as pretty as you.” Shut the fuck up right now.

"slowly, so slowly, so Wade can stop him if he has to. “I know who you are, idiot. And what you look like.” AYO!? Does this imply that in this universe Logan gets to be dommy toppy to all his lovers and wade is a usual playmate?

Oh my gooooddd

"horrifying thought, I feel like I belong here.

He should probably run." AAKDNSIDJS And literally as a man who has felt like he never belonged anywhere !?? And he ussually does end up running from people who are kind to him? Jesus christ guys.

Chat are you seeing this shit?

Not only does he know him already, hes kind to him, respectful, and LITERALLY says "my clients dont get to touch me" and then INSTANTLY kisses him and tells him BY NAME that he can touch him.

Im going to explode if we find out that theyre actually together in this universe.

“Realized where you are, huh? Who you’re with, huh, baby?” youre gonna kill me.

"Scared sweetheart?" im dead.

HAS HE HAD HIS RABIES SHOTS? Im deceased.

No because wade starting to ramble absolute nonsense while waiting for Logan to stab him in the guts is so accurate. Bro is like "treat me like a half priced vaccume and let me suck it up!"

And logans just sitting here like ???

TEHEEHEHE the flirting is insane

Oh nooo.. i know those indications. The instant familiarity, the testing, the teasing. It's as if Logan had lost his deadpool. Lost his favorite chew toy and now that he got it back he misses him so much. Between knowing exactly what he likes, knowing precisely where to kiss, telling him he knows him, telling him about his pretty eyes, talking to him as if he knows him on a deep personal level... im gonna cry.

Im sitting here talking about how encouraging Logan is to Wade but wade is laying here with multiple injuries telling Logan to keep going. Telling him to bite him. Telling him that its okay to hurt him because hes into it. Telling Logan that hes allowed to LET GO. To go absolutly nuts.

Nooo because its so sad and cute when he gets up and just.. leaves him there. The way I KNOW wades brain instantly went to "oh no he dosn't like me anymore. I messed up" as hes naked as hell, bleeding everywhere as he sits there.. alone. Only to immediately be told theyre going somewhere else.

"Stop humping me" is top tier comment.

HOLY SHIT HE TOOK HIM HOME.

Like.. HOME home. 🥹

Aww what a good boy. Sitting there like that. "Good mutts get rewards" im seriously going to start deteriorating.

GUYS 😭

Wade: I get wolvie dick so this is heaven

Logan: say something nice about yourself

Wade: Chat im in hell actually. Satan himself was tricking me.

"Be a good boy. Don’t you want to?” and he just CANT say it oh my lanta

"He hears them before he registers that he’s the one saying them, and then his lips drop open wider. Who the fuck just said that?" Its your head room mates <3 dont worry they just want you to be a good boy for mr. Wolvie here.

Oh man the biting. These are love bites. These are not agressive biting this is territorial. This is claiming. This is... god its BEAUTIFUL is what this is.

The way he encourages him. The way Logan tells him that he wishes he could mark him. The way Wade keeps going limp knowing damn well if he squirms then logans prey drive will absolutly destroy him.

"He fucks Wade’s own blood into him as lube." Ofc. Ofc.

Hes litterly fucking him so hard that hes crying and wade is having the best day of his life.

Daddy kink logan>>>

"They sit there for a few more moments before Logan asks, voice rough, tired, spent, but amused, “You dead?”

“Yeah.” Wade answers.

“Shit.” Logan huffs a laugh."

Me fr. My wife asks if im dead sometimes and ill tell her yeah and she'll be like "damn. R.i.p."

AAahh and he brings him home!? Its decided. He brought him home to Al and poor Al suffered the consequences for ever.

This entire fic is just "Wade goes shopping for the wolverine with the biggest dick and heart" and found him.

Im not kidding this was SOOO fucking sweet. Would love to read what happens next and perhaps if wade DOES try to get away from him, a bit of primal play and physically hunting down your boyfriend never hurt anyone.

Im genuinely very happy after reading this, my heart is full my chest is warm, My head is full of things it wasn't about 20 minutes ago. And now if you don't mind Im gonna go take a nap.

Solid 10/10. Thank you Kensy.

Anyway @bougiebutchbinch will love this.

Puppy’s Pen

[Deadpool’s voiceover]: You’d think that finding a new Anchor Being would be easy.

I mean, big dog should be effectively immortal, no…? And yet one is dead, one is Henry Cavill—sadly uninterested—and one’s shorter than Woody Allen… on second consideration, I might go back for him, actually. He was cute. Besides, he held quite the fucking candle to the Logan variant that was crucified on a giant, unforgiving X, which was erected on a mountain of human fucking skulls, so. You know. There’s that thing that I witnessed today.

Fact is, it’s been hard.

This whole multiverse idea, it’s honestly just really confusing. The author doesn’t get it, I don’t get it… Do you get it? If you do, hold onto your fucking socks, because I’m about to shatter your entire understanding. Open your mind, okay? This fic is not for prudes, mind the tags.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

pygmalion and galatea for aroace people

you should tell your friends what I look like, riz gukgak.

[jadecantcreate]

in the whitchlite carinval. straight up “caking it.” and by “it”, haha, well. lets justr say. My chad

(some gideon exploration & little doodles)

[venomhound]

Hazbin Hotel - Petname Headcanons: Valentino DLC

It was requested that I do some petname headcanons for Valentino, and I strangely got inspired for it? Breaking him off into his own post because I know his existence is triggering to some people.

IMPORTANT NOTE: This post contains alot of Spanish. General translation is in brackets by the first use of the word. But if you want a more detailed translation, go to end of the post.

Original petname post can be found >>HERE<<

Contents/WARNINGS: Gender neutral reader; talks about what yall like to be called during sex; Valentino has mean cuteness aggression (18+), MDNI, NSFW below the cut ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Valentino ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

What He Calls You

Valentino puts his ""relationships"" into two categories; people who are roughly on equal ground with him (Vox), and people who he owns (Angel Dust). Yes, while Angel Dust may be Valentino's favorite, he still falls into the latter category. He is still something Valentino owns at the end of the day.

Its like a child with a toy. Valentino doesn't mind other people playing with, or even borrowing his toys. As long as he gets them back. They are his toys after all.

But you. Your different. Valentino doesn't know what it is about you thats broken out of the two categories and defined yourself as something special in his head. He just knows that you've done it.

Valentino tends to use Spanish petnames for you. It just feels more... natural and appropriate to him to refer to you in his mother tongue because of the special place in his life you've carved out. He can't really explain it. He just goes by vibes.

Valentino never uses your name. Your always bebé [baby]. It sounds so nice, dripping from his mouth in his natural accent.

Other then bebé, the names Valentino uses most for you are mi todo [my everything] and mi vida [my life]. He uses these just to switch things up, whenever he is saying goodbye, or when he needs something.

Its cute on one hand because whenever you leave his studio, Valentino boops you on the nose and tells you to "be careful, mi vida." But on the other hand, some people have mistook them for your actual name because Valentino will legit be across the building then start shouting "MI VIDAAA!!" looking for you.

If you are doing something Valentino finds adorable, or he is just getting a wave of cuteness aggression (be forewarned, Valentino is VERY prone to cuteness aggression), he will start calling you cosita [little thing] or chiquitin/chiquitina [small one]. He tends to say it with a cute baby voice too.

He WILL call you these no matter your actual size by the way. It doesn't matter if you are the same size as him, or on the off chance, even bigger. If anything, your large size makes the whole thing funnier to Valentino and his cuteness aggression worse. He will pull you into his lap, start smooshing your face, all while talking to you in a baby voice no matter what size you are.

What You Call Him

Valentino is surprisingly pretty chill on petnames. He just has one major rule:

Don't EVER use his full name. Unless you are actually dying or something. You can get away with a 'Val' if you need his attention right away or its something super urgent. But he will still give you a dirty look. As far as Valentino is concerned, his name is completely off limits to you.

It surprisingly is less a matter of control and more a matter of; Valentino is what his clients, co-workers, you know, the other people call him. Your different. You don't call him that. Your not Vox, or hell, even Angel. Valentino is different to you. Don't dismiss him like this is just any other relationship.

Other then that, he doesn't care TOO much. Even if you start calling him something particularly cutesy or sappy like honey or sweetie, he will just laugh, pinch your nose, and say, "if thats what you think, cosita."

However, the names that I think suit Valentino best and that he would actually like are playful petnames. Call him something like Cassanova or Adonis to poke at his whole 'handsome pimp' image. Or something along the lines of squish and main squeeze for just how much he likes to SQUISH you.

I also feel like the name lovebug in particular would get to him. Valentino does that faux annoyed thing where he rolls his eyes everytime you say it, but he never actually complains. You can tell he really does like it by how he can't help but grin when you say it.

NSFW Section

Not that he is subtle, but you can always tell when Valentino is ready to jump you because he will start calling you muñeco/muñeca [doll/toy]. Thats his favorite name for you in the bedroom. Your his beautiful doll and your all his.

If you are being bratty or want to dom him, Valentino will chuckle and start calling you príncipe/princesa [prince/princess] as he puts you back in your place. If he is in a particularly good mood, Valentino might lay back and let you take control for a bit while goading you. "Is that all you can do, mi princesa?"

Goes feral if you call him something in his native tongue. Its an easy way to get him to fuck you on the spot. If he calls you mi vida and you throw a mi vida right back at him, Valentino just starts chuckling as he yanks you back into the bedroom, his cock already rock hard.

Or you can throw a surprise mi amor [my love] at him during one of his shoots. Valentino doesnt even wait. He just pulls you into his lap and starts fucking you right there in the directors chair. Valentino will be using one hand to shove his fingers in your mouth so you arent too loud and ruin the shoot. Meanwhile his mouth keeps vacillating between licking up the expanse of your neck and barking orders at his actors.

Loves it when you call him sweet things like babe or darling while he is absolutely railing you. The contrast between what he is actually doing and what your saying does something to him and makes him want to fuck you even harder.

✿°•∘୨୧∘•°✿‿✿°•∘୨୧∘•°✿‿✿°•∘୨୧∘•°✿

Spanish Translations ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

Bebé - Baby

Mi todo - Slang. A very common petname that roughly translates to 'you are my world' or 'my everything'.

Mi vida - Directly translates to 'my life'. But some Spanish communities use it more casually; like the way Southern women say dear or sweetheart.

Cosita - Directly translates to 'little thing'. But the -ita suffix means one finds them particularly cute. So a more accurate translation might be 'cute little thing'.

Chiquitin/Chiquitina - Little one, small one, or tiny one. Used to detonate one who is very small and very cute.

Muñeco/Muñeca - Direct translation is doll/toy. But its more affectionate in actual use. The English equivalent would be something more like 'baby doll'

Príncipe/Princesa - Directly translates to prince/princess. But can be used for any member of a royal family (of the gender used). They specifically detonate affection and imply ethereal beauty. For example, you can use princesa when referring to a queen, but in this context its either informal and affectionate or saying the queen is too pretty to be queen.

Mi amor - My love

[eggbagelz]

They invented a subculture for me it's called loserpunk

[skenpiel]

HI EVERYONE HERES ANOTHER LITTLE UPDATE!!!!!!!! i am in. tha hospital Tha psych ward specifically NOTHING BAD HAS HAPPENED AND I AM UNHARMED!!!!!! but i still feel very bad and i wanted 2 see if i could make some medicinal changes and they wanna keep me here while they do so that i can be in a controlled environment in case i react badly and stuff. and neither of my parents are home so i didnt rlly have anywhere to go except here LOL. anyways im still waiting to actually meet the doctor and then ill have some inkling of how long ill be here. but anyways just wanted 2 let u all know how its going ^0^

[ratatatastic]

lmaoooo maffhew wanting the knot immediately and having to wait for sasha to catch up with that is so deeply funny like. this omega is not subtle and you’re not a stupid alpha babe! can only imagine what benny has to say to maffhew about it once he catches on and stops banging his head against a wall

idiots to lovers is always great but especially when its two people who would be hitched with 10 kids by now if they stopped being dumb for a single second like its that easy and yet...

to me they very much fall around the same time (infatuation at first scent if you will) just that sasha takes some time to get there not because he's dumb (okay he's a little dumb) but in the sense that its like "this person is very interested in me, i can see and recognise that but theres so much cognitive dissonance in my brain right now between knowing that intrinsically and finding that hard to believe so i unintentionally play dumb because obviously i'm reading too much into things it cant be me they're interested in haha that'd crazy but they're being awfully touchy and flirty with me wow"

but also it takes two to tango and we have to acknowledge that and this is when i would love to bring up the ways in which this man decides is the best way to go about that because he is a catholic school girlie... there's so much hilarity to be had here especially because his flirting is very uh how you say... a little ass backwards if you will especially considering dynamics

"I make it a point to keep the door closed when we're alone in a room together! That's basically a clear invitation that I'm down to fuck!!! Im basically asking to be ragdolled on his knot!!!"

and Benny just pinches the bridge of his nose like "I don't know how to explain to you in a way you'll understand that not everyone went to Catholic school."

But saying that Sasha does side-eye the door knob heavily when Maffhew goes over to close it the first time and he starts sweating like he just got dragged into a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven he did not sign up for and he's 13 again and oh god he got paired with a really cute girl, and he hasn't even had his first real kiss yet and-

And then absolutely nothing happens because Maffhew is just waiting with a polite expectant smile (because his work here is done, he did the heavy lifting know it's Sasha's turn) and this is when Sasha's dynamic classes training kicks in and he basically scolds himself for even assuming in the first place because this is clearly a show of trust (correct) not an invitation for extra circular activities (incorrect buzzer noise) and it basically becomes "This Omega really trusts me, I'm honoured especially as Pack Leader that I'm able to be so accepted into such a private space with the inherent knowledge that I will not encroach their boundaries whatsoever because consent is verbal, this is not in any way an invitation to take advantage of them this is deep platonic trust I will guard with my life :]"

and if you listen closely you can hear the lovely sounds of Maffhew bashing his head into a wall about how much of a gentleman Sasha is but also COME ONNNNNN... you know... once Maffhew realises what's happening which (looks at my watch) is not due for another few months really

Battle of wills: unstoppable force (maffhews catholic school understanding of dynamic interactions) vs immovable object (overseas alpha cotillion classes)

And if you think it's an Oh! An overseas dynamic thing! It's not. The Euros are watching the horrible car crash in front of them and doing absolutely nothing about it because it's none of their business, but they will stare at it... maybe judge it a bit but definitely are observing from the tall grass.

and I'm also not saying that luosty lundy forsy and bobby have a current running bet of how long it'll take for maffhew to break sasha in but i'm also not not saying that... luosty goaded lundy in the midst of a gossip session ("It has to be 3 months, right?) forsy happened to be around so lundy turned to him for advice ("7 months.") and maybeeee bobby overheard from all the way over from his stall and puts in his two cents for what it's worth ("6. Captain nice but not that nice. Very impatient." "So 3!" "No. Impatience makes him double the time, and wait longer. 6 months.") (lundy finally settles on a good 5 months because he's indecisive)

And Sasha does eventually pick up everything maffhew is throwing down... eventually... and when he does it becomes more so I want to court this omega the way they deserve I will take this slow and romance them sweetly :) *smash cut to maffhew caterwauling like a cat in heat*

but also once again its not like maffhew is helping sasha in any way this is idiot4idiot and benny would like to enjoy the car crash with the euros but unfortunately that's his soulmate, thats his bestie, his littermate from birth who has been weaned on the same teat as they climbed over each other to get to it, the first girl you kissed in your childhood bedroom because somehow you started play fighting on the bed because she was like i could totally pin you down easy and then she does and you always noticed how beautiful she was but shes even more gorgeous when she's pinning your wrists to your hannnah montana duvet you promised yourself youd changed out before she came over but you forget and well she teased you about it and you cant help but giggle about how perfect this all is and it seems that the natural conclusion to this is to taste the strawberry lipgloss of her lips because whats a kiss between besties huh its tacky and sticky and it tastes like summer and just other apt metaphors to put here about the inherent -isms of their relationship that i nearly cant put to words properly other than girls having fun (they are fucking)

and well anyways benny is watching and he has a lot of things to say about how its been proceeding so far

"You should really use your words."

"I am!"

"Right because smelling like a fucking perfume shop in the middle of October is using your words."

"This usually works with most Alphas okay!"

"Sasha isn't most Alphas."

"Tell me about it." Matthew grouses before he peeks over to Sam, looking up from beneath his eyelashes—the exact way he knows both endears him to Sam but also absolutely miffs him all the same, "Worked on you, didn't it?"

"Oh, is that what we're doing right now? We're calling getting a lapful of a preening O in preheat in the middle of a roadie a normal way to go about these things."

"It worked didn't it?" Matthew reiterates.

"It would work better if you use—"

"Okay! Alright!! I get it!!!" He does not.

like benny here is unfortunately an active listening participant in the going ons of the fuckery if not because hes involved by proxy because of maffhew because who else will hold his hair back as he calls him a dumb bitch you know