#jacob wingdings

[thegoldenbuccaneer]

D O N E

Now this HPHM ship can sunk peacefuly while American McGee's Alice and her destroyed wonderland will always live in my heart, f*ck you EA.

[hamburgerslippers]

Jacob, cmon man. It's too early for this.

[foxdev1l]

hi last time i asked for thoughts it went really extremely well and i've been six-obsessed since. i didn't even like a/b/o before but i'm crazy now. anyway you mentioned you have a/b/o notes on pretty much all characters so i'm politely shaking your brain more please 🤲

thanks for the ask <3 very sorry it took me so long to reply - i spent the last two months trying to finish a big fic on ao3, and that took up most of my time and energy. but i've finally managed to scrape together the a/b/o headcanon notes for most of the geese - some longer and more detailed than others - and i hope you enjoy it as much as the six one. feel free to add your own thoughts and opinions :]

thank you to @hollandstrophyhusband for brainstorming with me, and @uncleclam for being a dan expert and helping me come up with the second half of his headcanon!

CW: nsfw, identity issues, self-destructive behavior

A/B/O HEADCANON FOR THE GEESE

Richard – Alpha

He presents very early on, as an Alpha to his own smugness and the annoyance of anyone else. He's flourishing, unstoppable, not afraid to lean into any stereotypes. He wears his status proudly, clogs up the air with the obnoxious stench of Alpha pheromones wherever he goes. 

He's a fucking bastard, pushy towards Omegas without caring whether or not they already have a partner. And he loves to rile up other Alphas, cocky and overconfident as he is. 

It's only when he ends up pressed against a cold, stained wall – fledged, sharp teeth scraping along the tendons of his neck and a knee dug into his growing erection – that the consequences of his actions finally and truly sink in.

Julian – Beta

He's not an Alpha like his brother, strong and resilient and born to become something great. But neither is he an Omega, can't be married off to some strong, influential Alpha. 

He is completely and utterly useless. His mother despises it.

Jacob – Omega

There is an undisclosed box of suppressants crammed between a bottle of mouthwash and a pack of razor blades in the cupboard under his bathroom sink. It sees the artificial light of the bathroom twice a day before it gets pushed back into its hiding place – all the way against the back of the cupboard to make sure not even one of his nameless hookups can find it.

He can't remember the last time he went into heat, and it's not right, it's not healthy, but he can't make himself stop.

His body is beginning to fold under the abuse. It's still holding together, is not on the verge of collapsing, but it's showing in smaller, more painful ways. The inability to regulate body temperature, constant headaches, shaky hands, and recurring bouts of nausea.

What little pheromones still manage to leak through despite the strong suppressants get dampened by scent blockers. He uses sticking plasters to tape them over his glands. They make his skin red and irritated but he can deal with it – he’s fine.

Others think he's a Beta, which is almost just as embarrassing, but at least no Alpha looks down on him, mostly just ignores him – it's a small mercy.

What he's lacking, he tries to make up for in other ways. He seeks out bar after bar, fuck after fuck, desperately trying to compensate for who he truly is.

But there's an itch deep inside him, and no matter how many times he gets his dick wet and presses someone else into sheets underneath him, it's not enough to scratch it, to satiate the hunger within.

There is a part of him, longing and yearning and disgusting, and no matter how hard he desperately tries to get rid of it, it stays.

Luke – Omega

Luke is slutty, has done a lot of stupid, risky things over the years, and he's always half-expected this all to end with a child. But he always assumed he'd be the one knocked up.

A male Omega can impregnate another Omega, though it's rare and risky. That’s why Luke is so shocked when he comes back to find he has a kid.

His instincts are clawing at his insides with the vigor of a wounded animal. Being away from his child hurts, seeing it getting raised by a complete stranger – an Alpha – is even worse.

Dan – Beta

Dan is a beta. There is nothing particularly special about him, though that suits him just fine. He likes being ordinary, being able to slip through the cracks unnoticed, away from prying eyes and unnecessary attention.

He does, however, have a few things to say about their current political system, if one were genuinely interested and patient enough to listen to him – about the oppression of Omegas, the glorification of Alphas, and, above all else, the exploitation of Betas.

But all in all, he's just trying to get through life, keep his head down as much as possible, and being a Beta is pretty convenient for that.

It doesn't keep him from experimenting, of course. There are drugs, altered pheromones that, instead of giving you the kick of a high, can simulate a heat or a rut upon injection. 

Alpha pheromones are much more pricey so Dan mostly keeps to the Omega substances. It's addicting, intoxicating, and he can't help but seek it out, that pleasurable thrill, the feverish lust, if only momentarily.

It's a risky game he's playing, he knows, for the gratification of fleeting ecstasy. He's heard the stories, of people overdoing it and ending up in a constant state of heat, getting trapped in a never-ending spiral of overwhelming pleasure.

But taking drugs is always risky. He's never expected anything less.

Besides, compared to all the other stuff he's got lying around in his flat, being non-stop horny is probably the least of his worries.

Dean – Beta

Dean is a beta. His anger is neither that of a hot-headed Alpha nor is his gentleness rooted in the caring nature of an Omega. He just is. He's never cared much for his secondary gender, has never let it bother him. He's got other things he rather focus his energy on.

Driver – ???

Driver is a fucking mystery. No one knows his secondary gender, but most people aren't brave enough to flat-out ask. 

He's got that unbothered and cool persona of a Beta and the assertive, intimidating facade of an Alpha. But he can also be strangely quiet and shy, almost akin to an Omega.. Sometimes people wonder if he ever even presented in the first place.

Steven – Alpha

Steven is an alpha stuck in a constant state of rut.

Lars – Alpha

He presents late as an Alpha and spends his first rut gently rutting against a pillow, cheeks tear-stained, too overwhelmed to do much else. It's hardly pleasurable, mostly painful, and his father decides to put him on suppressants pretty quickly afterward. He just can't be bothered.

It doesn't really help though. The suppressants keep Lars’ ruts subdued but never truly kill them. He can still feel it, a straining pressure just below the surface; an itch he can never quite satisfy no matter what.

It's frustrating, irritating, keeps him on edge, and makes him fuzzy and restless, but he's too scared to quit the suppressants, the mere thought of going through another rut as maddening and consuming as his first almost unbearable. Albeit, it can't go on like this forever. The suppressants take a toll on his body, and, as stubborn as he is and as frightening as he feels, he knows he's going to have to lay off eventually.

 His next rut is going to be worse than his first, aggressive and forceful. What he needs is someone he can trust. Someone patient, understanding. Soft but firm. An anchor he can hold onto when he finally eases off the suppressants, to soften the rough edges of his rut as it overtakes him, and to hold and soothe him when all is done.

K – Omega

All replicants are designed to be Alpha's, although their DNA has been altered to make them more suitable. The strength and resilience persist, but the rough edges – the ruts and aggression and possessiveness – have been chafed away to make space for a modified, more obedient type of Alpha.

Officer K is made to be an Alpha, just like all the other models, and he does not waste much thought on it, has more important things to focus on. 

That is, until one day and without any warning, he goes into heat.

His madame has just sent him away to hunt down another old replicant gone rogue halfway across the entire city when it happens. It starts slow, a low simmering heat below his skin, a fuzzy vision, and a quickening of his pulse. 

Then it hits him all at once.

It must have been a malfunction, during his creation, while he was being processed. K isn't sure.

He barely manages to drag himself to the nearest hotel before the worst of his heat hits. The next few days are a haze, spent terrified and alone. The skin on his arms and chest is irritated and painful by the end of it, scratched raw by his nails in a desperate attempt to gain back control. 

When he gets back to the police department, he offers his madame the replicant’s bagged eye like a gift and hopes she won't ask why it took longer than usual.

He does not tell her what happened, has instead chosen to chase down illegal heat suppressants on his way back to keep most of his…issue contained. Buying the suppressants off some sketchy dealer has left a bitter taste of guilt behind but the fear of what may happen if someone realizes he's malfunctioned – is nothing but a failed product – is enough to keep him tongue-tied.

They will retire him, K has never been more sure about anything in his entire life. And so he continues to take heavy heat suppressants, drowns out the overwhelming, traitorous smell of an Omega with scent blockers.

It's painful, stressful to always be on guard, in a constant state of fear that someone will find out his secret. But K has made his decision. 

It's fine. After all, it only helps solidify the growing belief that something is truly and fundamentally wrong with him.

[ken-dom]

Keyboard Caress

Steven Wingdings solo fic - part 2 of Keyboard Smash

1.5k words

∘₊✧ Summary: Steven has made peace with the font of his nightmares. Peace turns nightmares into dreams and dreams open him up to a few... other feelings.

∘₊✧ Author’s notes: sigh... I'm weak for long hair and I'm weak for Steven so it was only a matter of time. I've toyed with posting this for too long so, take it. My bestie and partner in crime @heresthestorymorningglory kept me going as always - you have her to thank for pretty much everything I post!

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: nsfw, dirty talk and praise, font kink, masturbation, keyboard fondling and use of tongue?? keyboard fucking? look, he's horny for a font idk what else to tell you

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Steven’s fingers had always been elegant, ghosting over his keyboard with delicate precision, or wrapping around his pen with a firm, caressing grip. His penmanship was second to none, delicate handwriting that could inspire romance or fear or anger with just a simple flick of the wrist.

He was proud of his handwriting; arrogant at times. He slept easily safe in the knowledge that he’d never inflicted careless, ugly scrawl on a single living soul. 

The thing that kept him up at night, though? Fonts and their usage.

Steven’s font choice, as I’m sure you’d expect, was also second to none, and in recent times, there had been a brand new addition to his favourites. It was an unexpected twist to his collection, the choice of his arch nemesis, the cause of years of his torment, his undoing, his healing, his new love — Papyrus.

He’d been sleeping much more peacefully since his confrontation with said arch nemesis, Jacob Crone. The cathartic showdown in which Steven confronted Jacob about the font he couldn’t shake from the forefront of his consciousness had caused a strange inner peace to settle within him. 

Peace, along with an insatiable curiosity towards Papyrus that he never imagined possible. All thanks to Papyrus in bold.

The tables had turned.

And today, as a result of this newfound serenity, Steven had risen late, well rested and eager to explore his new outlook on fonts. 

However, there was a hint of impatience he couldn’t ignore, marring this new thrill. He hadn’t been able to concentrate on his late breakfast at all, leaving his almond croissant with but a single bite taken out of the corner when he finally heard the unmistakable, urgent knock at the door alerting him to the arrival of his delivery guy.

And now, Steven would not only be able to watch that newly delicious font springing to life before his very eyes on the enticing blank canvas of an untitled Word document, but he would also be able to feel it, sense it breathing, warm and willing beneath his very fingertips.

Mmh.

He bit his lip a little too hard as he carefully unwrapped his new toy from the small, discreet packaging, fingers tingling with anticipation. He interlaced his fingers to flex them, preparing to lay each small item out on the desk, allow his keyboard to get a feel for what was in store before-

‘Ohh-’

His own moan stopped this otherwise methodical process in its tracks. He was getting ahead of himself.

‘Relax, Steven,’ he whispered firmly, ‘one thing at a time. Remember your breathing techniques.’

With a roll of his shoulders and a stretch of his neck, he settled comfortably into his desk chair, slipped his eyes closed and forced his breathing steady. Only when he felt that familiar, temporary calm wash over him, signalling that he had regained control, did he allow himself to blink his eyes open and really look.

Before him were a set of brand new keycaps, clean and crisply printed. Custom printed.

Steven had found himself painfully hard a week ago when he had pressed the complete purchase button, knowing that he would soon have a brand new font for his keyboard to wear like sexy lingerie on an already alluring body, and his heart thudded in his chest.

The font in question?

Papyrus, of course.

And now they were here, all one hundred and four alphanumeric keys, waiting, virginal, for him to use them as they were intended to be used. 

Or not, quite… but he didn’t think it worth worrying about that too much.

In any event he was going to enjoy them, and that’s the point of it all really, isn’t it?

Lifting an unsteady, trembling hand, he traced a finger over the S cap, breath turning shaky, blood pumping loud in his ears. He retracted that hand as though he’d been fondling a pile of hot coles and his core clenched, the unbearable heat he felt in his fingertips travelling to pool like lava in his gut instead.

He removed his glasses in a single, well practised motion, readying himself to properly warm up his keyboard.

He laid his head on the desk, breath hot against the familiar black plastic, sweeping his long hair out of the way.

‘Hi, baby. Listen, I’ve got something for you and I need you to trust me, okay?’

A beat, and Steven chuckled, low and quiet, as though he’d received the answer he needed to hear.

‘I’ll be gentle,’ he whispered, carefully fondling the space above the arrow keys, ‘I promise.’

His fingers stroked across the middle row of keys, softly fingering the curve of each one by one, before prizing the first original away.

He’d never replaced his keys before, never deeming it quite as necessary as it suddenly seemed, so he’d watched plenty of video tutorials to prepare himself for this moment, ignoring the stirring it seemed to cause between his thighs.

‘Shhh,’ he soothed, picking up the corresponding keycap and placing it ever so gently into place, stroking it a little to settle it in, admiring it from just a few inches above.

‘Did that feel good?’ he coos, weak, ‘Oh, it looks incredible… ready for another?’

Adding the next few characters to the row, Steven paused, pulling back to admire the obnoxiously, unusually, jarringly beautiful Papyrus decorating his trusty old keyboard.

‘How does it feel?’ he breathed, dipping his head as though he was going in, albeit cautiously, for a kiss. ‘Do you like it? Do you want more?’

Steven’s cock twitched in his pants, but he ignored it. If he was going to get hard again, so be it, but he needed to see the whole thing first. Needed to type on it with his very own fingers, feel it in action, prickling against his flesh.

His chest was heaving by the time he finished replacing the keys, breath ragged, fogging the plastic. His cock was straining in his pants too, growing harder to ignore with each thick drop of precum staining the soaked fabric.

Connecting the keyboard back to the computer, with a shaking hand, he reached for the mouse and opened up a Word document, clicked on the fonts menu, scrolled down to Papyrus and selected it.

His hand dropped from the mouse and slipped beneath the desk without so much as another thought. His free hand was left to type, to bring the font to life in a way Helvetica could never, stirring whatever it was inside him that this blasted, incredible, humble front brought to life.

‘Oh, god… you’re beautiful,’ he moaned, stroking his cock lazily over his pants, trying so hard to take this slow. ‘Ohh, you make me so fucking hard…’

He couldn’t type coherently. Not with the way his mind was racing and clouding with pleasure at the same time, the way his cock was throbbing under the familiar warmth of his palm. He needed those new keys closer, needed to really feel them, hell, to taste them…

He slid down in his desk chair to unfasten his trousers, hastily shoving his hand inside his underwear and quickly wrapping his slender fingers around his thick shaft to pump a little faster. With a groan, he shifted again and dropped himself forward over the desk, mouthing at his keys, at Papyrus, and the result of his passion displayed brightly on the screen above them.

‘You taste… so good… mmmnn-’

He glanced up though eyelids heavy with arousal, witnessing the nonsensical stream of characters bashed out onto the document as he tongued desperately at the keys, free hand now gripping the base of the keyboard to keep it in place while his other hand stroked, slow but firm, just the way he liked it.

‘Papyrus-’ he whined, voice shaky, breaking as he went on, ‘you- look- s-so fucking- good in Papyrus-’

He stood on trembling legs, fist pumping faster for a moment as he shoved his trousers lower, before he let himself go and fucked against the keyboard. The keys were almost shar against his cock, but the sigh of his arousal dragging over that font…

Breathless and weak, a thick, hot rope erupted from his cock, splattering over his desk, some on the screen. A strangled howl tore from his throat as he gave in to the bliss, and when the last wave of pleasure subsided, Steven dropped back into the chair and sobbed, eyes quickly welling up, wetting the keys beneath him with teardrops that he tenderly stroked away with merciful fingertips.

‘You did so good,’ he whimpered, high pitched and cracked from crying, ‘so good for me…’

He got himself together quickly enough, tucking himself neatly back into his trousers and focusing on his breathing again as he scraped his hair back to fasten it loosely at the nape of his neck with the hair elastic he kept on his wrist.

He took hold of the mouse again, this time to save the document he and the keyboard had created as a result of their passion for later, typing softly into the Save As box, Papyrus - the way of Steven.docx

[puppetmaster13u]

Since people are interested :)

So like previously mentioned, Danny is definitely a Big Dude in this. Like a really big and bulky dude, who is very gentle with both tiny and giant pokemon alike. Everyone gets affection and carried around like they’re his precious babies. 

Now he definitely has a mimikyu (Perseus) who likes to ride in his shirt pocket, along with a mischievous gengar (Orion) and phantump (Andromeda) he refers to as his son and daughter half jokingly. Ellie also jokingly calls them her siblings whenever she visits and causes mischief with them. 

And he has a miniature army of other wild pokemon who have followed him not just out of the pokemon world but around several dimensions and through time. They’re his lil pals- even when several are larger than him- and he’s their strange ghostly human. 

Abra “Kay”

Absol “Delphi”

Aggron “Mercury”

Alcremie “Tiramisu”

Alolan Marowak “Hades”

Alolan Ninetails “Mimas”

Alolan Raichu “”

Alolan Sandslash “Tethys”

Altaria “Stratus”

Ampharos “Cirrus”

Arbok “Nehebkau”

Arcanine “Flare”

Archen “Chinken”

Archen “Nugget”

Armourogue “Sunkeeper”

Aron “Indium”

Aron “Thallium”

Aron “Cadmium”

Aurorus “Eris”

Axew “Button”

Baltoy “Pluto”

Banette “Fluffy”

Bastiodon “Elden”

Beartic “Europa”

Bergmite “Glacier”

Bidoof “Starlett”

Blacephalon “Echo”

Blue Frillish “Navy”

Buizel “Alnair”

Buneary “Carrot”

Camerupt “Circinus”

Carbink “Kalliope”

Castform “Cloudy”

Caterpie “Bode”

Caterpie “Hoag”

Celesteela “Apollo”

Centiskorch “Milo”

Ceruledge “Nightwhisper”

Cetoddle “Sedna”

Chandelure “Flicker”

Chi-Yu “Comet”

Clobbopus “Eltanin”

Clodsire “Clay”

Combee “Aster”

Combee “Zinnia”

Combee “Orchid”

Combee “Dahlia”

Combee “Azalea”

Corviknight “Corvus”

Cosmog “Aurorus”

Crobat “Soundwave”

Croconaw “Bismuth”

Cubone “Maven”

Cubone “Nebula”

Cubone “Star”

Cubone “Gamma”

Cursola “Coral”

Cyclizar “Motor”

Delibird “Flake”

Deoxys “Shockwave”

Dewgong “Ceres”

Dipplin “Shard”

Dodrio “Chickadee”

Doublade “Wingding”

Dragonite “Crater”

Drakloak “Saturn”

Dreepy “Tarvos”

Dreepy “Narvi”

Dreepy “Janus”

Drifloon “Helium”

Ducklett “Kore”

Dunsparce “Herse”

Dusk Lycanroc “Sirius”

Dwebble “Pebble”

Eevee “Tiny”

Espeon “Bella”

Falinks “Athos, Pathos, Ethos”

Fidough “Kojak”

Flapple “Fuji”

Flareon “Lily”

Flutter Mane “Macabre”

Froslass “Moonbeam”

Fuecoco “Chomper”

Galarian Linoone “Noodle”

Galarian Meowth “Bingo”

Galarian Rapidash “”

Garchomp “Nibiru”

Genesect “Eclipse”

Gigalith “Aramis”

Giratina “Callisto”

Glaceon “Cosmo”

Glastrier “Slepinir”

Gligar “Moonlight”

Golisopod “Twilight”

Gothita “Sam Jr”

Grimer “Violet”

Grubbin “Honey”

Happiny “Moonchild”

Haxorus “Titan”

Herdier “Marlowe”

Hisuian Arcanine “”

Hisuian Growlithe “Horace”

Hisuian Typhlosion “”

Hisuian Zoroark “”

Iron Moth “Scout”

Iron Valiant “Atlas”

Ivysaur “Selene”

Jigglypuff “Blossom”

Jolteon “Jacob”

Joltik “Eeny”

Joltik “Meeny”

Joltik “Miny”

Kangaskhan “Dawn”

Killowattrel “Birden”

Klefki “Jingle”

Komala “Huang”

Kommo-o “Clink”

Krabby “Triton”

Kricketune “Hail”

Lapras “Pearl”

Larvesta “Radiance”

Larvitar “Roxie”

Leafeon “Frank”

Leavanny “Petunia”

Lechonk “Chonk”

Lillipup “Ripley”

Litten “Sparx”

Lucario “Tempest”

Lunatone “Io”

Luxio “Sparky”

Magikarp “Geo”

Magnemite “Nemausa”

Magnemite “Melpomene”

Malamar “Firefly”

Mareanie “Bane”

Marshadow “Shade”

Meltan “Silver”

Meowth “Whiskers”

Meowth “Mittens”

Metagross “Cobalt”

Milotic “Lady”

Minccino “Atom”

Minior “Adeona”

Minior “Ausonia”

Morelull “Shiitake”

Morpeko “Eclipse”

Mudsdale “Sunspot”

Murkrow “Allen”

Murkrow “Edgar”

Murkrow “Nevermore”

Murkrow “Poe” 

Musharna “Nocturne Jr”

Nacli “Sodi”

Nickit “Vulpecula”

Nidoran “Luna”

Noctowl “Nebula”

Noivern “Dragonstar”

Nymble “Stella”

Pachirisu “Stripe”

Paras “Enigma”

Pawmot “Prometheus”

Phanpy “Alala”

Pichu “Mo”

Pidgeot “Gale”

Pidgey “Cody”

Pidgey “Koda”

Pidove “Michael”

Pidove “Gabriel”

Pidove “Raphael”

Pink Frillish “Cherry”

Poochyena “Ace”

Porygon2 “Tek”

Primarina “Downpour”

Prinpulp “Skipper”

Psyduck “Neptune”

Pumkaboo “Spice”

Purrloin “Romeo”

Purrloin “Juliet”

Rabsca “Scaraben”

Ralts “Boo”

Rattata “Rasputin”

Rattata “Hank”

Relicanth “Finley”

Revavroom “Boomer”

Rhyhorn “Tank”

Roaring Moon “Ray”

Roserade “Thorne”

Rufflet “Fowlfred”

Salamence “Draco”

Salandit “Sand”

Salandit “Silt”

Sandaconda “Apep”

Sandy Shocks “Nemesis”

Sawsbuck “Cocoa”

Scraggy “Rappa”

Sealeo “Moose”

Sensu Oricorio “”

Sewaddle “Fig” 

Sharpedo “Nibbles”

Shedinja “Iga”

Shellos “Ino”

Shellos “Iris”

Shiny Gyarados “??”

Shiny Rapidash “??”

Shuppet “Clover”

Silvally “Darkstar”

Sinistea “Oolong”

Skiddo “Capella”

Skorupi “Mr Sting”

Sligoo “Goobert”

Smoliv “Wisp”

Sneasel “Remus”

Snom “Phobos”

Snom “Deimos”

Snorlax “Macaron”

Snubbul “Buddy”

Solrock “Scuti”

Spewpa “Rosie”

Spewpa “Sky”

Spheal “Blueberry”

Spiritomb “Spectre”

Stakataka “Pulsar”

Stufful “Bearbert II”

Sylveon “Charles”

Talonflame “Ember Jr”

Tarountula “Mira”

Tinkatink “Nutmeg”

Tinkaton “Toffee”

Togedemaru “Spike”

Togepi “Sherbert”

Torchic “Nova”

Trapinch “Cinnamon”

Trubbish “Macaron”

Turtwig “Garlan”

Tyrantrum “Sue”

Umbreon “Ivan”

Ursaluna “Sanguin”

Vanillite “Titania”

Venomoth “Sage”

Voltorb “Themis”

Vullaby “Coxal”

Vulpix “Nogitsune”

Walking Wake “”

Wartortle “Dagon”

Watchog “Lantern”

Whimsicott “Brendel”

Whismur “Spooks”

Wooloo “Marshmallow”

Wooloo “Butterscotch”

Wooloo “Muffin”

Wooper “Bubble”

Wurmple “Thalass”

Wyrdeer “Brownie”

Xurkitree “Thunder”

Yamper “Bean”

Zorua “Mimi”

Zweilous “Pisces”

Zygarde “Vesta”

Now he definitely does also have more, but these are the ones constantly following him, not including the ones who instead decided to travel with Ellie, stick with Jazz or go follow after Dan. Or stick with his parents. But y’know, here’s his many travelling friends who just refused to leave him. And most are wild and lacking any sort of pokeballs. Not that it stops him from having a couple of pet carriers or bags that the smaller ones like to hitch a ride in when they can’t perch on him. Or just straight up be carried. 

Damian is on a mission. It is his life goal, at least for now, to convince this stranger to let him have one of the creatures following him. If that means constantly running into him and trying to convince him, fine. If that means getting his father to meet the stranger, so be it as well. 

Currently his goal is for an eevee at the least, but he is also eyeing the other creatures and a couple of eggs that he has no clue what might be too… 

SO, this prompt here:

Would anyone be interested in the list of pokemon I think he has and perhaps even a couple that Damian is trying to lure over/befriend as well?

[silkclawsdraws]

3 days ago was my friend’s birthday, so Badeea made a comission for our mcs :V  (the Pipimi mc is Pearly, my mc, and the Popuko mc is Jay, she belongs to @thegoldenbuccaneer)

[scigebabadook]

PREFERRED NAME — james !

PRONOUNS — she / they

AGE — 20

PINTEREST — HERE ! it’s not pretty but i link my boards w/ every intro so might as well uwu !

DISCORD — @emo stan#3644 i need 2 change it but idk what to yet usdjfkg

TUMBLR (PERSONAL/MUSE/RPH) — @svrgcnts !! 

MYER-BRIGGS — i was an INFP but apparently now i’m an ISTP !!

HP HOUSE — uuhh god ,,, fuck ,, uuhhhhh ,,, slytherin hufflepuff combo

ASTROLOGY — aquarius !

DO YOU BELIEVE IN ASTROLOGY? — 50/50 i just know it’s why i’m unemotional :/

HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU STARTED RPING ON TUMBLR — 19 but i’ve been rping since i was 10 dfjkmghl

WHAT YEAR WAS IT? — 2018 jdnkmfg

NAME A RANDOM ROLEPLAY THAT STICKS OUT IN YOUR MEMORY — this was like a priv. rp between the three of us but it was a like ... rp based around the spies of this supernatural agency and their lives undercover on a farm ?? idk why they were on a farm. but they were and it was fuckin’ sicc. that was where saige blossomed.

WITHOUT GOOGLING IT FIRST, WHAT DO YOU THINK SIR ELTON JOHN’S NET WORTH IS? — god like ... in the millions ... like high millions ... i refuse 2 be wrong so i’m keepin’ it vague

NAME THE FIRST SONG ON YOUR DISCOVER WEEKLY ON SPOTIFY OR THE FIRST SONG THAT COMES ON APPLE MUSIC / ITUNES SHUFFLE — lately i haven’t been sleeping by spirit club !

NAME A BOOK THAT YOU READ IN SCHOOL THAT YOU SURPRISINGLY LIKED — the great gatsby & pride and prejudice ,,, i ate both of that shit tf up even if i used cliffnotes for all of my tests ,,,

NAME A BOOK YOU HATED THAT MOST PEOPLE LIKED — jnsdkmfg i don’t read a lot of popular books so i’m not ... sure ? what’s hip ? what’s likable ? the only book i can think of that i just. despise. is the hazel wood by melissa albert

WHAT TV SHOW DID YOU RECENTLY BINGE? — i watched half a season of buffy p recently but like ... i don’t think i’m going to finish it ... otherwise i was watching grimm but i also stopped out of sheer laziness

FAVOURITE QUOTE — i don’t know how to read ! but i like uhh  “ She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick. “ and anything tht comes out of six of crows (aka i have ‘no mourners, no funerals’ tattoo’d on my very body)

LINK TO A VINE THAT EXUDES YOUR ‘ENERGY’ — lmao

DO YOU WRITE OUTSIDE OF RP? WHAT DO YOU WRITE? — write ... write ? i haven’t heard that name in years ... it’s a lot of urban fantasy / magic realism usually involving faeries.

THREE YOUTUBERS YOU STILL TRUST — trust? in this economy? cryaotic, gus johnson, & jenna marbles

A CELEBRITY CRUSH THAT JUST WON’T QUIT — i don’t get attached 2 celebrities :/ (keira knightley, anne hathaway, i’m just gay :/ )

EVER MEET A CELEBRITY? SHARE YOUR STORY — no but i dream-predicted robin williams’ death :/

WHAT’S YOUR PICTURE-PERFECT NIGHT? — eternal slumber !

A CONSPIRACY THEORY YOU KINDA BELIEVE IN — aliens ... i can’t think of any others atm :/

ARE ALIENS REAL? — yee to the haw, sir

GHOSTS — yes.

BIG FOOT — he won’t call me back so idk

THE LOCHNESS MONSTER? — i hope so !

WHAT WAS THE GENRE OF YOUR LAST DREAM? — brave of u to assume i remember anything but i’m like fairly sure it was romantic slice of life.

DO YOU STILL PLAY POKEMON GO? — no but i used to when i wasn’t a college dropout

WHAT’S A FILM YOU LOVED WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG AND RECENTLY WATCHED, ONLY TO FIND OUT YOU DON’T ANYMORE — that love just doesn’t stop, man ,,, i haven’t watched anything old recently but that’s bc i’m afraid that this exact thing will happen !

DO YOU COLLECT ANYTHING? — boxes :/ buttons :/ knick knacks i buy from goodwill impulsively :/ why do i keep buying pretty glasses i’ll never use? i dunno !! lights that go pretty colors. empty water bottles. dust.

WHAT’S SOMETHING YOU WANT TO LEARN MORE ABOUT BUT YOU’RE TWO LAZY? — aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THREE LANGUAGES YOU DON’T SPEAK, BUT WISH YOU COULD — italian, irish or scottish gaelic, wingdings.

A GUILTY PLEASURE MOVIE — literally any movie from the 2000s.

A GUILTY PLEASURE MUSICAL ARTIST — [looks at the 20 emo playlists i’ve been listening 2 for a month now] [sweats nervously] uuh ... um ... the ... um ...

TELEVISION SHOW — is this also a guilty pleasure ... literally ... anything from the 2000s once again ... i love the 2000s ...

NAME A FICTIONAL CHARACTER FROM TV/FILM/MOVIE/GAME/BOOK THAT YOU FIND YOURSELF PROJECTING ON / YOU RELATE TO — uh i semi-related 2 veronica mars’ traumas but that’s all i can remember !

DO YOU FOLLOW ANY SPORTS? WHO DO YOU ROOT FOR? — no.

HOBBIES BESIDES WASTING AWAY HERE? — no.

PLUG A TV SHOW / MOVIE / BOOK / VIDEO GAME / ETC… YOU WISH MORE PEOPLE WOULD CHECK OUT — literally go read six of crows and the raven cycle right mf now. 

WOULD YOU EAT A STRANGER’S FINGER FOR A MILLION DOLLARS? — um. i need more info. is it cooked? is it still on the bone? is it like a rib? is it seasoned? probably not but not b/c of like ... morals, it’s b/c meat grosses me out easily :/

TEAM EDWARD OR JACOB? edward but also alice.

LIVE-ACTION DISNEY MOVIES, YAY OR NAY? — i’m just not a big disney fan in general but ! if it’s done well then why not ,,, it’s all about capitalism and consumerism anyway ,,, and copyright claims ,,,

ON A SCALE OF 1-10, HOW MUCH DID YOU HATE FILLING THIS OUT? – 5/10 but only b/c i hate putting effort into anything that takes more than one (1) brain cell.

[cosmosfated]

STATS; REPOST, DON’T REBLOG !

・・・・・★ BASICS.

FULL NAME:   fleur rhodes-scéim. NICKNAME:   flower boy, fleur-bebe, lil’ mage, “kiddo”. AGE:  966? 18. BIRTHDAY:   april 1st, 1878? 2000. NATIONALITY:  hispanic-american. PLACE OF BIRTH:  belize city, belize. “humilau city, unova.” CURRENT LOCATION:   washington, d.c., u.s.a southern-unova. PRONOUNS:   he  /  him. S-ORIENTATION:  demisexual. R-ORIENTATION:  biromantic. RELIGION: gnostic atheist. (used to be hellenic.) LANGUAGES:  spanish, eazaric (draconic + monster dialects), wingdings, english. several others, but those four are his main ones, in order of fluency. VOICE:  jacob whitesides.

・・・・・★ PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES.

EYE COLOR:  soft violet. HAIR COLOR:  brownish burgundy (i know i keep coloring it red i know). HEIGHT:  5′10″. BODY BUILD:  mesomorph.

・・・・・★ NOTABLE FEATURES.

his eyes.

his coat (he’s rarely not wearing it).

his usually bright color palette.

・・・・・★ PHOBIAS & DISEASES.

PHOBIAS:  phonophobia, contrelophobia, athazagoraphobia, haphephobia, claustrophobia. DISEASES:  uhhhhhhh, it’s not exactly a disease, but he has protanomaly (reduced sensitivity to red light).

・・・・・★ PERSONALITY.

GENERAL IMPRESSION:  rather suave and yet still retaining an odd sort-of-old-fashioned formality. dresses as if he’s from a completely different era and seems to be unaware of it. similarly doesn’t realize how he tends to sound bored or condescending to most people. goes from suave/smooth to skittish/anxious in .5 seconds once told of his social blunders. MORAL ALIGNMENT:  neutral pragmatic chaotic good.

・・・・・★ MISC.

・・★ LIKES:

snakes.

pirates.

shiny things.

・・★ DISLIKES:

fireworks / gunshots / other sudden loud noises.

dust.

assholes who are aware of what they’re doing and don’t try to change it.

TAGGED BY:   stolen from @ncvabcrn ♥ TAGGING: @hikaup, @madomadotsuki, @bittersweetbuttercups, @avoiided, @curioosity, @krupnick, @kind2afault, anyone else~?

[thegoldenbuccaneer]

I believe that the HPHM fandom is slowly dying and i decided to take my mc to make a story out of HP universe but I saw an old sketch of this piece and i'm thinking to finish so I could put this game to rest for all eternity...

[thegoldenbuccaneer]

I just want to share those images of my Alternate Universe where Jay walks around the castle and finds a curious white rabbit which reminds them of their beloved brother and follows it to the Whomping Willow wondering why that lovely rabbit looks like Jacob if Jacob’s animagus form was a raven?

[thegoldenbuccaneer]

Here’s one of my thousand sketches

Me and the girls going to kick R member’s asses 

Jay Wingdings (and Jacob of course, look at him in his Animagus form how cute ♥)  Fernanda Osborne ( @beautyfernandaosborne ) Pearly Seradik ( @silkclawsdraws )

[thegoldenbuccaneer]

“I told you to stay away from my sibling, you motherfucker...”

Full image down here, I’m sorry :c

After taking his heart, Jacob gave him a quickly kiss on his bloody lips and then he drops his body aside, down to his feet staring at his lifeless eyes with his glowing and cursed golden ones.

[thegoldenbuccaneer]

You'll never takes us alive We swore that death will do us part They'll call our crimes a work of art You'll never takes us alive We'll live like spoiled royalty, siblings and partners Partners in crime

BAD ENDING #2 - PARTNERS IN CRIME

[thegoldenbuccaneer]

Here’s a sketch of my babies being proud of who they are ♥

Happy Pride Month everybody, you’re valid, you’re loved, you’re important, don’t forget that ♥

[thegoldenbuccaneer]

 Me: I should stop working on big things Also me: BEHOLD MY ENORMOUS CREATURE OF DARKNESS

Remember that monstrous version of Decay? Welp, that was Jay’s half. This one is Jacob and Jay’s both parts mixed together. At the ritual of acceptance, Jacob took part of Jay’s curse as a punishment for abandon them years ago, now their darkness become this monstrosity 

[thegoldenbuccaneer]

“Worry not, my children... I will protect you...”