#joining with all the other aros and saying yeah this is good I adore this

[poltergeist-coffee]

I joined Cellbit stream in a raid because I caught the very end of Pac's stream And I've been there for around 3 hours Meanwhile, I've managed to fix a create machine Cellbit asked the admins to give him more difficult enigmas and they did a good job on it They managed to get a man and some many other people to look at the same image for hours I looked at his discord to see if anyone managed to find the answer and apparently not even them got it Also I've saw those insane duo reblogs, it's not like you like them, right? Romance is good, but sometimes I question if I'm not aro at this point platonic relationships are everything to me, the favela six on general are just... THEY LOVE AND TRUST EACH OTHER SO MUCH YOUR HONOR Insane duo is one of the best relationships on this island, be it romantic or platonic however you prefer, they are just auashfuadshuasdfas But the fact that the brazilians have a surprisingly healthy relationship is so funny Like, let's start from the moços 2 guys who got arrest and have... I don't how to say this on english but they basically have confessed the crimes to incriminate one another if I remember well Alright, they tried to escape (and Mike might have killed a office, is never clarified but still agression towards a autority figure) Got caught Got send to Alcatraz Met Jvnq trying to escape, who got caught and later send to solitary and stayed there for a week And then- Hold on Cellbit might be finally solving this AND IS PLAYING ELEANOR RIGBY Or maybe not I don't know anymore BUT IS PLAYING ELEANOR RIGBY You got to see a lot of my reactions watching today's stream Thanks for listening to me, king Going back And then met Cell, local canibal psycopath And yeah I think that enigma might be getting into Cellbit's head, I was writing and then I just hear a sound kkkkkkkkkkkk WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT I can't say anything, I do those weird sounds sometimes To no be to long The moços try to escape with Jv, wich was a plan that would only include 3 people, wich Cell forced them to include him but then Jv said they would escape without him AND CELLBIT DISCOVERED IT FINALLY "ABAIXAR ATRÁS DO SOFÁ"(CROUCH BEHIND THE SOFA) LES GOOOOOOOOOOO AFTER I DON'T HOW MANY HOURS Now he just have to find the right sofa Cell kills Jv, Pac and Mike bury him At some point Cell eats Pac's leg, wich people who watched recently said to not see that scene and people don't know if it happens in other series or if it's a collective delirium The point is, Felps is somehow alive and they are all friends and family now and they raise a son together This is the apice of humor to me

Like yeah, their family is 3 ex convicts(one who is a canibal-) a fomer guard who was suposedly dead, a carioca, an egg with a cow head and now a amneasic Oh, and the spider husband one of them The average brazilian family fr And the serve closed while Cellbit was trying to find the sofa, the world is agaisnt him Ok, I DON'T KNOW IF HE SOLVED IT OR NOT ANYMORE -God of the Plate anon

ive had cellbits stream open since he started but i only started paying attention to him after slimecicle ended stream JKNSDVKJASN im sorry enigma man but the slime guy is default fav...... its not your fault he just keeps my attention....

NOOO CELLBITS DISCORD!! I BELIEV EIN YOU!! I BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN SOLVE IT QUICKER THEN CELLBIT HIMSELF!! DON'T LOSE HOPE!!

plate anon is here to keep me in check. god bless them i hate insaneduo <33

i think you can easily see insaneduo as romantic and platonic, like no matter what you can't ignore how they care about each other so much and will lietrally do anything for the other person and the amount of trust they have in each other it's insane i adore them. I ADORE THE ENTIRE FAVELA SIX AS A WHOLE - WAILS - THEY ARE ALL FAMILY AND THEY WILL STICK TOGETHER NO MATTER WHAT TT IT MAKES ME TTTTT -CRIES-

im obsessed with seeing you react to cellbits stream as you write this ask btw akjsdvnjksda its very fun keep it up <33

i love the idea that like. somehow all four of them (cellbit, tazercraft and felps) all have such a rough past with each other but all went on a boat together for no apparent reason (made peace with each other maybe? a little bit?) and somehow along the way picked up Forever, someone NONE of them know well or have heard of but he's also here on the boat and going with them across the sea kjasdnvjaksdj

the favela are the superior family i simply love them i want them to be happy

[aerequets]

can you give me some webtoon recommendations? name some of your favorites! :)

i am here to answer folks 😎

all of these webtoons can be found on webtoons.com! I'm not sure about the whole daily pass thing they've got going on (which sucks tbh) but like,,, you could probably find it online illegally. NOT THAT I CONDONE ILLEGAL ACTIVITY HAHAHAHA ᵖˢˢᵗ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ

I'll split these up between completed and in progress :) most are still in progress though

COMPLETED

1) Gourmet Hound (166 chapters)

this is like, my all time favorite webtoon. it follows Lucy and her quest to find all the chefs that left her favorite restaurant, Dimanche! it’s a really heartfelt story and the food illustrations make you really hungry, so make sure you have a snack before you sit down to read it. each character’s name is also food-related, so that’s pretty cool too! and the diversity in this webtoon is AMAZING. it’s the only webtoon i’ve ever read that has a hijabi character in the main cast. the development is done really well and it explores themes of loving and letting go. all in all, it has a bit of everything. i personally love food-related things, and this centers around it, so i was set LOL

(also a bonus is that this webtoon has NOT succumbed to daily pass hell, so you can binge read the whole thing. legally.)

2) Hooky (200 chapters)

if you like stories of witches, this is the one! the summary and beginning chapters are deceptively lighthearted. DO NOT BE FOOLED! the story really develops further on and explores numerous conflicts, a big one being (if i remember correctly) witch vs. nonwitch. if you like to see struggles between two sides, not a good-and-evil but just people-who-want-the-best-for-themselves-and-their-loved-ones type of thing, this is good for that. also, sibling love! the two main characters are Dani and Dorian, and while there is someee romance, i like how this story centers around the siblings first and foremost. ALSO THE ART??? I LOVE HOW THE AUTHOR DRAWS SETTINGS SO MUCH and am unabashedly jealous because i am completely incapable of doing so   just like,,,, even if the story doesn’t pull you in, you can at least stare at each panel for long stretches of time.

(unfortunately succumbed to daily pass, but you can read it on mangaowl or manganelo!)

3) Spirit Fingers (167 chapters)

aww, this one is cute. Amy is 18 and lacking in self confidence (her family definitely doesn’t help). but HEY she joins a wacky art club!! without her parents knowing!! HECK YEAH!! unfortunately it takes more than joining an art club for her to learn to love herself (it is a long journey after all!). i love this webtoon because it explores the problems of multiple people, not just amy: her high achieving brothers, her mother who had to give up her dream, the different members in the art club, Amy’s girl friends. the art is unique and has a cool watercolor-y texture! and the main couple is just adorable, too. if you’re an artist especially, i recommend this because that’s a big theme and you get to see these characters expand their art styles! which is very cool!

(you can read this one fully on 1stkissmanga)

now here’s where the majority of my recs are:

IN PROGRESS (all can be read on webtoon.com)

1) The Makeup Remover (currently 71 chapters)

i look forward to this every tuesday and friday because oh man!!!!!!!!! idk about you guys, but i am thinking about beauty standards A Large Amount of the time, especially when i consume media. and this webtoon is all about beauty standards (specifically in Korea, but still applicable like. everywhere). Main character Yeseul ends up having to partake in this beauty competition and, with her experiences through it, she begins seeing makeup and beauty standards for the huge role they play in society. i said it already but i LOVE LOVE LOVE this webtoon because it really challenges you as a reader to think about your own perspectives. why do we find the things/people beautiful that we do? what shapes our perception? how much of it is marketing, and how much of it shows in our daily lives? what assumptions do you make about people based on how they look? AGHH im sounding like an essay prompt instead of a reviewer but man. if you like webtoons that examine society through a critical lens (gosh i sound like an english teacher), this is the one. 

2) Odd Girl out (currently 261 chapters; on season 2) 

okay, first and foremost: if you’re NOT into long winded drama, this probably isn’t it for you. i will admit im not a fan of long problems that get dragged out, especially in a school setting, but i did keep reading this webtoon and i am glad that i did! the character development here is amazing and ONE CRUCIAL THING is that the whole first season (which is many, many chapters. at least over 100) focuses on the friendship between our main 4 girls. if you don’t wanna wait for a romance storyline (which comes in season 2), then you’ve gotta have the patience of a saint. i loved this though because lots of romance webtoons cast friendships aside or use them to further the romantic plot. platonic relationships are great to read about and this one does it masterfully! main character nari is resilient and emotionally strong, and it’s great to see her ruin her enemies

3) Cursed Princess Club (currently 110 chapters; on break before the final season)

this is another one about beauty and societal expectations, but in a fantasy setting! it’s really funny and the cast of characters is heartwarming. Gwen is a princess, but she doesn’t look like the typical princess. she accidentally stumbles upon the Cursed Princess Club, which is exactly what it sounds like: a club for princesses that have been cursed and are trying to find their self worth despite not being conventional princesses! now that i think about it, this is like a lighthearted mixture of Makeup Remover and Spirit Fingers. although while i do say “lighthearted”, this webtoon has its fair share of mysteries and exploration of deeper topics. but its funny throughout

4) Brass & Sass (currently 83 chapters)

ahh this one is really cute and the art is cute, too! i also like how this has a diverse cast. high schooler Camilla kinda sucks at band, but dangit if she’s not passionate. Victor is some type of musical prodigy but he’s a brass-hole (hahaha get it. no that’s not original i ripped it from the summary). now i KNOW I KNOW, the whole “perky girl and asshole guy” is so overplayed BUT DON’T FRET! this isn’t the type of story where the girl “fixes” the guy, or where the guy is an asshole to everyone except the girl. believe me, the character development and relationship development in this story is SPLENDID. there’s no real antagonist. it’s just a bunch of high schoolers trying their best to make themselves and everyone else happy, and that’s hard! the story is carried more by the characters than by the plot, but it works well in this case since the characters are strong and each one has a presence. 

5) Surviving Romance (currently 10 chapters)

this one is relatively new compared to my other recs but it’s by the author of the Makeup Remover so yaknow i had to hop on it. BUT IT IS VERY DIFFERENT! first off, it’s a horror, so keep that in mind. the best way i can describe it is a mixture of the standard “girl falls into a story” genre, Groundhog Day, and zombies. Yeah. Bascially, Chaerin is our main girl and she’s in a romance story that’s she’s read a bajillion times, so she knows the day has come for her male lead to confess his love! except he doesn’t! because he becomes a zombie instead! hahaha well that sucks! it’s only got 10 chapters but i am very into it, and it seems to be taking an emphasis on platonic relationships, so i am very closely watching 👁👁

6) The Witch and the Bull (currently 60 chapters) 

another witch story! and the art is GORGEOUS. more witch + nonwitch conflict, too! our main dude, Tan, is the royal advisor and he’s hella bigoted against witches. our main girl, Aro, happens to be a witch. and Tan needs her help to make him into a human again (because he got turned into a bull. that is worth mentioning). this is a very barebones summary and there’s a lot more that goes on, but that’s the general gist of the beginning!

ANYWAYS. this got very long, predictably, and i rambled for each title, predictably. i’ve got more that i’m reading, but i really like these 9! i also made comments on the art for a lot of them, which might not matter to some people, but i feel like my art was very impacted by each webtoon i read. if you’re an artist i recommend finding a webtoon you like and studying the art; try implementing parts you like into your own style! 

anyways, i am FINALLY done talking. bye yall 

[that-was-anticlimactic]

kai from tlok or hakoda, maybe even bumi ii?

hello, my beloved :) jeg siger undskyld (i apologize in danish) for the uh. belated response. work got uh. a lot. and then i got far too invested in sds for my own good anD THEN I MOVED lol aNYWAYS here's all of them as a treat:)

kai

how i feel about this character: i absolutely adore him. i think he has a lot of really good moments--especially when everyone thought he was dead but then he wasn't and rather than saving himself, he risked his life to save the people who, essentially, saved him from a rough life on the streets. not to mention that this was probably the first time they realized people cared about them. like, the group was so happy to see that he was alive, and before he joined the air acolytes, he probably didn't have anyone who would have mourned them. he shows so much courage and passion when he gets invested in something and i love them for it.

all the people i ship romantically with this character: kainora my beloved !!! and like shipping him with pretty much anyone but jinora and maybe ikki would be. weird and kinda gross tbh. but he and jinora balance each other out yet aren't afraid to encourage the other and have fun together and that's just. that's so good.

my non-romantic otp for this character: mako and kai !!! like... they both have a lot to learn from each other and i love them for that. it's after mako realizes that bolin is old enough to take care of himself, he fixates on kai as his younger sibling to try and make up for that and to feel needed and able to protect someone because he sees bits of his younger self in kai. and it's kai showing mako that he doesn't always need to be the big brother, that he can depend on other people but also loving having an older brother figure and not knowing how to process that so they act out because that's all they've ever known... it's messy and weird but it's them and their odd sibling-esc relationship and i love it<3

my unpopular opinion about this character: idk if this qualifies as unpopular but demiboy he / they kai rights !!!

one thing i wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: i wish we got more backstory for him--like, that we learned more about his life as a child and that they explored the mako and kai sibling-esc relationship more but's it's all good--i can always headcanon :)

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hakoda

how i feel about this character: hakoda my beloved !!! ngl, at first i didn't like hakoda because he seemed like the perfect person for awhile--swt chief loved by everyone, best warrior ever, can do no wrong... and that bothered me a lot when i first watched the show two years ago ??? anywas, i love he now. he's a good dad and the love he has for his kids is extraordinary and heartwarming and i love it and him<3

all the people i ship romantically with this character: bato !!! sometimes i forget that bakoda isn't canon... like... genuinely i forget that it's a fannon ship. that is how deeply i ship bakoda.

kyoda is obviously wonderful too! bakoda just holds a special place in my heart. but i wish we got more kyoda scenes in flashbacks or something because they were adorable.

my non-romantic otp for this character: hakoda & sokka, hakoda & katara are my two biggest ones. i mean,,, that reunion hug at the end of boiling rock ??? like,,, yes that family is everything to me. plus, as much as i love the possibility for great dynamics and healing with hakoda being a father figure to zuko, there are more fics under the tag 'hakoda & zuko' than there are with both watertribe siblings which is just. very sad. so i feel like zuko's possible relationship with him gets more attention than hakoda with his kids. like... don't get me wrong, i love the hakoda and zuko dynamics... but like. sokka and katara...

also hakoda and toph. i feel like they'd get along really well and would be too powerful for this world.

my unpopular opinion about this character: that... hmmm... idk if i have an unpopular opinion about him... yeah, i can't think of any oihgvhj

one thing i wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: i wish we had more scenes with hakoda and his kids, but that's me being greedy. i also wish canon would just admit that bakoda is canon already p l e a s e they !!!

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bumi ii

how i feel about this character: oh boy, where do i staRT !!! i love bumi ii. he is my 1.5 favorite lok character and i absolutely adore him. i wish we got more of him--i do. and that is me being greedy because i think we got more of him than kya ii, but still. he is everything i love in a character--feels useless compared to the others because he can't bend, feeling disconnected an unimportant in his own family because they're all super powerful benders and he's just... he's just bumi ii, the nonbender. acting out for attention because, at this point, even negative attention is better than constantly being overshadowed. and despite the resentment he may feel towards his siblings for being "better" and "more important" than he is, he's still a big brother at heart and would do / sacrifice anything for them.

all the people i ship romantically with this character: no one !!! bumi ii is aroace thank you and goodnight <3

my non-romantic otp for this character: bumi ii & izumi. i just,,, i just feel like they would get along so well??? like. i cannot describe it, but in the gaang's kids crew, they are the best friends. izumi is one of the first people he comes out to as aroace and bumi ii is the first person izumi comes out to as nonbinary. they find solace and peace in each other and understand parts of the other that no one really understands.

bumi ii & sokka also. they have so much in common and they deserve to be besties. bumi ii needs reassurance from someone who understand being the resident nonbender, and sokka needs someone who recognizes and verbalizes that he's amazing and someone worthy of looking up to.

also, naturally, bumi ii & his family. i mean, the sibling relationship was a bit strained, but the three care about each other so much even though they don't get along well. bumi ii is used to looking out for them and taking the blame if kya ii or tenzin did something bad because he wants to protect his siblings the best he can and he may not have magic bending powers, but he can do this. and bumi ii's relationship with aang and katara is definitely better than how they made it seem in the show--change my mind. aang may accidentally give tenzin more attention due to, ya know, airbending, but there is quite simply no way that aang or katara would ever neglect a child as much as the show made it seem. the kataang parents are good parents and i stand by that.

my unpopular opinion about this character: bumi ii has tourette's !!! he got it from his uncle sokka and actually, i headcanon that he actually doesn't curse or say vulgar things a lot because he has some form of coprolalia and always has to curse / say vulgar things against his will, so he does his best not to curse if he isn't being forced. also aroace bumi ii rights.

one thing i wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: i so desperately wish that bumi ii had tourette's in canon... y'all have no idea... i also hate the way that the show had him join the military like ??? that's just weird and i just. did not like it that much ??? so i wish it happened differently. no. you know how i wish it happened? since he has coprolalia, he struggled to find jobs willing to hire him. the other sailors didn't care that sometimes he yelled inappropriate things--it didn't matter to them.

and, lastly, may i suggest reading never been in love (and it's all good) by my bestie @zukkaclawthorne ! it is an aro bumi ii fic about him coming out and it's the content we don't deserve but cherish <3

[somuchbetterthanthat]

Your aro!Sasha post is SO GOOD but what gor me was the short bit about aro!Tim like. Wow I love that. It’s great. Your mind. Fantastic

Aaah, thank you!

I feel like aro!Tim is a nice fit in general, and I know 162 seems to confirm that he was utterly gone for Sasha, and I totally get why the tim/sasha went OFF THE ROOF because, hell yeah, but, as I was discussing with @dathen yesterday (who’s always awesome when it comes to discussing those headcanons), I would particularly enjoy to read Tim as someone who hold on to the fantasy of the Happy Ending. Especially Tim who, after he lost his brother, the one person he cared the most for in this world, finds Sasha, who he gets along with SO WELL. And you might be the most aware guy in the world, you still live in a society that constantly tells you, through your family/friends/tv shows/books/etc. that Sasha, for Tim, is The One. 

Of course girls and boys can be friends, Tim will say, offended you may think otherwise, but it’s different with Sasha right? He’s had girl friends before. Hell, he probably had girlfriends. But Sasha’s different. What they have it’s such a deep emotional connection (--and it reminds him of Danny, but of course it’s different, right? Cause Sasha and him are not related, and well, what else can it be than a romantic connection?) 

And so he doesn’t push Sasha, cause he loves their friendship, but he does, deep down, think that it’s just. They fit. If they were in any kind of story, they’d be the endgame couple. Who else could they end up with???

(”Have you considered there’s no need to end up with anyone?” Sasha asks one night they’re very drunk, a bit sour. “Like, Tim, wake up, we’re already together, aren’t we?”

“You’re just not there yet,” he mumbles, wisely, to himself, and she huffs and gets up and says “that’s incredibly condescending.”

“Sash, I didn’t mean -”

“You know, maybe you’re the one who’s just not getting it.”

And they don’t argue but Sasha sleeps on the bed and Tim knows better than to join her there, and he imagines them in three years, and surely in three years, they’ll fall asleep together, and they’ll wake up and they kiss and they’ll do that thing where they don’t want a big wedding but maybe a nice non-traditional ceremony --- and even in his drunk mind, it feels barely real, but it’s. it’s the nice fantasy. The one where he brings Sasha home and his mum smiles and says “as if we hadn’t considered Sasha our daughter in law in years!” and his father ruffles his hair and Danny--- Danny--- and Tim doesn’t know why he always ends up crying and associating Danny and Sasha and someone who understands him) 

(And in the morning they both have a hangover and Sasha hides her face into his shoulders and says “you’re an idiot” and Tim groans “you’re the one who suggested whisky Sasha” and they stumble in the Archives and he teases her about being incredibly unprofessional and it’s still Tim who gets told off which, unfair --) 

(Tim who watches Jon and Martin go, observes that weird courtship of friendship and trust and romance, all bright eyes and pink cheeks and jokes that don’t quite land, stuttering and leaning over each other int turn, and there’s something prickly in his chest that’s both envy and curiosity, and he glances at Sasha and thinks: “When is it going to be us? I want this to be us. This was supposed to be us.” but then Sasha grins up at him and raises her eyebrows and he grins back and it’s so easy. It’s always so easy with her, he almost forgets that he should want to kiss her more, perhaps, or imagine her when he’s in his bed at night and gets hard. But no, no; imaginary wife Sasha of ten years from now is lovely but she doesn’t feel like anything tangible, and isn’t that terrible? Isn’t Tim terrible for clinging to the love of his life without being able to muster all the pinks cheeks and adoration he reads in Jonmartin’s eyes when they talk about each other?)

and i’ll stop there because this is getting so long but. i have feelings. about aro!tim, and love fantasies. He never gets wife sasha but he gets Sasha, his Sasha, and isn’t that the most perfect and right feeling in the world. 

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

“There is no me without a you.” (Paladin Danse x Reader)

(Au! Where Danse doesn’t read rivet city and the reader is a friend of his and Cutler’s. Also I guess the reader technically isn’t sole..so enjoy! It’s an idea I had brewing for a long time.)

The thought made your stomach turn. That was putting it lightly.

For years it had been just you, Cutler, and his weirdo buddy- Danse. You were family, the only one you’ve known or at least cared to consider as such. So many nights had passed where your friends laughter was the only thing that kept you willing to face the next day, both of their grins forever imprinted in your mind and usually serving as the only things you could trust in the life you led.

It was rough. You had came to the shelter of Rivet City seeking to make a fortune as a merchant, having left home and everything you once knew to do so. The first couple of weeks hadn’t been easy, you had barely even gotten by but..then, by some miracle, some flame-haired man with a seemingly permanent smug grin came strolling up to your stand, a tall- handsome fella with dark hair close behind him. That fucker that interrupted your business introduced himself and his bashful friend, Cutler and Danse were their names...and of course, you started the beautiful relationship off by asking them just where the hell they came up with such “crap-tastic” names. Indeed, it was the start of a beautiful friendship.

It was the recollection of memories such as these that made tears blur your vision, each step you took forward feeling more labored than the one before. Days ago those same goofy men you met all those years ago, the ones you’ve grown to love so much, had said they were going off to join some crazy ass organization in the capital- begging you to come along as well.

As much as you adored your friends, neither of them were all that bright. At least not if they couldn’t see just how dangerous this thing they wanted to run off and join was. You had an uncanny gift of being able to see when something was a catastrophically bad idea, and this was certainly one of them.

Shaking your head, you did the best you could to blink away the built up tears- having realized that you were at your desired location.

Danse’s rickety shack.

The poor man really needed to brush up on his building skills.

At least that made you laugh, even if it was choked up and sounded more pitiful than anything. Regardless, you carefully knocked on the door- unaware of where to begin. All you knew was that your time was limited to figure it out, the much expected rattling of metal being able to be heard from the other side within seconds, signaling that Danse was both indeed home and also on his way to answer the door.

Fuck.

Much too soon, the door opened up and revealed the man you once ridiculed for his unfortunate name. His stoic, yet lovely amber eyes softening as soon as they fixated upon your familiar form. Damn, he was such a sight to behold. Even wearing a red flannel with the sleeves rolled up and some ripped jeans, he was undeniably attractive. The acknowledgment of this fact made your heart skip a beat, your breath hitching in your throat as your eyes met his own.

Over the years you’ve known him, danse and yourself had became close- very close. You grew as people together, spent a couple nights out alone while Cutler reaped the spoils of being able to trick some person from the bar into bed with him, and even danced around the line of becoming a little more than friends every once in a while.

“(Y/n)..? What’s going on? Is something amiss? Nevermind that, please, come inside.” That deep, raspy voice tore you away from the invasive thoughts you were so deeply enthralled with. With a graceful like motion, the bulky man stepped to the side and allowed you to enter the his humble little home.

Of course you obliged, your knees growing week as you bumbled to his beaten up couch- sinking down into it’s plush as soon as you sat. However you weren’t alone long, Danse quickly following you, having no problem with sitting right beside you.

Funny, years ago when you first met, he barely seemed to be able to talk without Cutler doing the legwork of the conversation.

Now here he was, his arm resting on the back of the couch right behind your hunched over body. Practically beckoning you to just say “screw it” and cuddle right up into his side, hell, the man practically radiated warmth so there was very little holding you back at the moment. There were more important things to tend to now...

Steadying yourself, you tried your very best to put on a strong face. Straightening your back and giving him the “serious” look, or as Cutler called it, your “bitch face.” Whatever the look would be called, you just hoped he couldn’t see right through you. Because as it stood now, anxiety courses through your veins like a terrible icy brook- threatening to steal your spirit itself and make you retreat and forgo this plan of your’s.

For just a moment, it almost won. Your gaze shifted over to Danse’s coffee table, taking notice of the disassembled pistol that laid upon the horribly scratched wooden surface. Heh, he might’ve been a terrible architect but Danse sure as hell could modify guns. It was cute really, how invested he’d become in something so complex. Sometimes you’d come over in need of a friend and he’d keep you company by explaining how to modify a 10mm pistol’s barrel, all while doing so.

Your eyes fell close now, a hollowness in your chest. It was time. It was now or never. Later wouldn’t exist, especially since you refused to run off and join the brotherhood.

“D..danse..?” Your voice stammered out in a way that you despised, sounding so scared..like you truly were. That in its self was enough to make the relaxed look on danse’s face morph into one of concern, his weight shifting as he leaned more towards you.

Did he feel it too? Did he also want to embrace you as badly as you wanted to embrace him?

After a moment of waiting, he audibly gulped. Your obvious distress filled the poor man with worry, he..he didn’t like seeing you feel this way. “Yes?” Now even his own voice was demure as it urged you to continue.

The muscles in your legs clenched in response, adrenaline beginning to run its course.

Why was this so hard? All you had to do wa-

“I can’t stand it Danse.” Real Nice. Real good start. God you hated yourself already. “You two..you two asshats want to go play soldier and I can’t stand it..” oh yeah, only getting better, but the words just wouldn’t stop coming..and the affects of them wouldn’t heel either. “You-you’re Just going to leave me..and I..I get it because you want to find purpose b-but..”

Now you truly felt foolish, your face contorted and the anguish you felt deep inside made itself blatantly apparent by your expression. As though that wasn’t enough, those tears you thought were gone away came back with a vengeance. The longer you looked at the now confused man, the more your chest hurt and the more obvious the feeling a hot tears rolling down your cheeks became.

Everything just hit you all at once and it wasn’t fair. How could they just decide to leave what you all had together? Was it not good enough? Was it not what their purpose was? Better yet, how could he leave you like this? How was it right for him to swoop in one day, make you feel something and fall for the bastard, only to one day down the road decide that no, this isn’t what he wants? How was any of this fair?

“I..I um, I didn’t realize how much this affected you..” Danse’s shaky voice replied, his hands cautiously reaching out to pull you towards him. Countless times before when he felt emotional distress, you had grabbed him, embraced him without second thought and each time you did it, it crazily enough brought some degree of comfort to him. “I apologize but I’m not the-..oh (y/n)..” His chest heart seeing you cry.

In a way, as it stands now, you’re not the only one in need of a hug anyways- so as he pulled you close to him, the relief was felt on both ends.

For you, he’d try anything to help ease the sorrow you felt. However it was no secret Danse was absolutely terrible at these kinds of things, any extreme display of emotion generally made him uncomfortable..but seeing you like this? It made him feel a deep, sorrowful pain in his chest. Why? He didn’t entirely know the answer, at least not a straightforward and simple answer at that. You somehow always managed to elicit such passionate emotions in him, ones that he hardly understood- after all he was not by any means an overly emotional man.

As sobs wracked your body, he couldn’t help but feel the compulsion to shed a tear as well in response to your pain. A pain that he knew that ultimately, he caused. That hurt. That hurt really bad. Before he could even process what it exactly was he felt, a single tear slid down his cheek as well, his arms tightening and squeezing you the slightest bit in search for the comfort your embrace usually brought.

Time slowed down in an almost ethereal manner suddenly, all that pain you felt facing reality slowly began to subdue to a throbbing ache in your chest- sobs transforming to soft sniffles and a vivid embrasser blush as you hid your face in his form chest- his scent providing a minimal amount of comfort despite reminding you of how much of an idiot you probably seemed like.

Now there really wasn’t anything to say...except what you came to say anyways. Well..it was somewhat of a sad win/win situation. If you confess to your more than platonic feelings for the brooding man, he could either return the feeling and maybe, just maybe you could convince him to stay....or he doesn’t and then at least you won’t have to live with the shame of ruining your friendship for long seeing as he’d be leaving with Cutler soon.

Feeling as though your whole world was on the brink of shattering right before your eyes, you withdrew from the man- not daring to go back enough to break away from the comfort of his arms around you, instead only enough so that you could get a proper look at his dumbfounded- almost heartbroken looking face.

“Please..Danse, don’t..don’t leave me. I can’t take it. You- you mean the world to me..” your voice was barely over a whisper but you knew he heard you loud and clear, his eyebrows scrunching into a slanted, concerned look as guilt flashed in those beautiful puppy dog like eyes.

He cleared his throat, carefully contemplating his next words as he licked his lips- his eyes unconsciously gazing down to look at your own as he did so. “I’m sorry (y/n), I..I didn’t think I’d hurt you so badly..I should’ve been more considering..” for a second he paused, the next words sounding painful to even utter. “Especially considering how close of...friends..we are.”

That’s it. That’s fucking it.

Without better sense, you leaned forward right after his words- knowing words would get you nowhere with him. Actions. Actions worked. As such, you willed yourself not to scream as you finally connected your lips with his own- the very thing you’ve wanted to do since he first lowered his walls and let you get to know him all those years ago.

A muffled groan of surprise could be heard but you didn’t care, he wasn’t trying to push you off yet..so that was good. In fact, unbeknownst to yourself, Danse’s eyes fluttered closed as soon as the shock of the situation subsided and suddenly he found himself pressing back and trying his very best to let you know he returned the affection before it was too late.

Damn, he’s wanted to do that since he first laid eyes on you at your stand. How crazy..

As the kiss deepened, Danse could feel his heart pounding in his chest, all the feelings hitting him like a charging raider in power armour. Regardless of how confused he was, he couldn’t help but follow his instincts- which landed him laying back on his raggedy old couch with you laid lazily on top of his body, his legs on either side of your hips. For it being an entirely innocent moment, it surely was a provocative position and had he been in his right mind- he likely would’ve flipped out and had a heart attack.

Eventually you had to end the fantastical moment, the need to breath becoming too great to deny any longer. So, with a viciously bright red blush and pure terror in your eyes despite your watery grin, you gazed down upon him.

“A..actually, that’s what I wanted to..to um talk to you about.” It was about now, as you panted, you realized just how you were sitting. “Danse, I want to be something more than just your..your friend.”

The very second he processed what you said, his thick eyebrows practically ascended half his forehead, his jaw dropped and his eyes became the size of saucers.

Boy, his expressions never ceased to amuse you. Even now when shame should’ve been consuming you, he made you giggle.

“Are you...are you saying that you’re in love with me?” He asked in pure disbelief, his hands courageously settling upon your hips to rest despite his sudden urge to fidget and twitch his fingers. Nerves making his stomach tighten painfully even though you just plainly made your intentions clear.

“Yes Danse, I’m in love with you..you fucker, I wouldn’t act so crazy if I wasn’t..”

Once again, words usually didn’t suffice with Danse..so, you leaned in for another kiss. This time he was prepared and he sure as hell wasnt going to disappoint.

He loves you too, you truly are crazy if you think he’ll ever leave you now.

Who knows, maybe one day you and Danse will get to live the happily ever after. Run a decent stand, Get hitched, maybe even have a couple babies way down the road and be the parents you both wished you could’ve had. Cutler, that bastard, was just going to have to stay too if he liked it or not.

Besides...what fun would it be to be whatever the hell a Brotherhood of Steel soldier is? Pfft, what even is a Paladin?

[bisexualsforprompto]

Guilt and Love Chapter 4

“So demon spawn whos this soulmate we’ve heard so much about?” Teased Jason at dinner. “None of your business Todd.” Damian replied curtly. Dick started to crack up, “He-he has Ladybug on one wrist! And a French girl on another!” Jason almost spat out his steak, “Two soulmates?! Damnnnn. When’d you get so smooth?” Damian rolled his eyes. “Well, not really smooth if one is an insect!” Dick continued chuckling. Jason joined his laughter while Tim stifled a laugh. Bruce decided his son probably had enough ridicule, “That’s enough boys.”

“Fineee.” Jason snickered until he was able to calm himself down. Damian picked at his food, something didn’t sit right with that blonde kid and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He was barely paying attention to his family’s antics. He also couldn’t stop thinking about the Ladybug on his wrist. Some kind of superhero maybe? Damian stood up from his seat at the table and began to walk down to the batcave. “Where are you going?” Tim asked. “I need to research a certain blonde heathen.”

Turns out the blonde heathen was a model named Adrien Agreste, son of the famous designer Gabriel. Damian researched him for hours on end without avail. He recognized the presence of everyone who walked down to the batcave and when they realized he wouldn’t leave the computer he recognized their departure too. Damian couldn’t find anything all that helpful so he switched gears to look for superheroes named Ladybug. He didn’t expect to find anything but oddly enough there were thousands of hits, he clicked on the first site, a video clip.

“Don’t be bemused, it’s just the news! Nadja Chamack reporting live on the akuma Queen Wasp. Here are our heroes Ladybug and Chat Noir on the scene once again!” “Ladybug”...Marinette had also mentioned her Damian realized. She’d also mentioned Chat Noir, but as if he did something wrong… He quickly changed gears and searched Chat Noir. The post from the Ladyblog came up.

As of 2:27pm this Thursday Ladybug has confirmed that Chat Noir is no longer coming to fight akumas. Did our dynamic duo have a falling out? Stay tuned! Alya, Ladyblogger out!

‘Interesting’, Damian thought. ‘Marinette called that kid Chat. Maybe there is a correlation.’

“Damian it’s three am.” Dick said as he walked over to the boy at the computer. “And?” Damian asked, eyes still glued on the screen. “And don’t you want to be well-rested for your little coffee date tomorrow?” Damian narrowed his eyes at his brother, “How did you know about that?” Dick punched Damian in the arm playfully, “Hah you’re not denying it’s a date. And I may have overheard…” Damian scowled, “Overheard or eavesdropped?” “Who can say really?” Damian growled, “I can’t believe you.”

“Don’t change the subject. Come on you have to sleep.” Damian rolled his eyes, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” He continued scrolling trying to learn about Chat Noir and Ladybug. “Hey that’s my line!” Tim said as he rushed into the room with coffee in hand. “First Grayson now Drake, you just keep multiplying.” Dick picked Damian up much to his chagrin, but he was too tired and Dick was far too much bigger than him so he squirmed until he realized he wasn’t going to win this battle. Dick threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried him to his room.

Dick threw his adopted brother on his bed, “Stay.” “Not a dog Grayson!” Dick chuckled, that statement was the last thing to come out of Damian’s mouth before he drifted to sleep.

Damian woke up to the sound of his phone ringing, it was 8:30am, he should’ve woken up awhile ago. He answered the phone groggily, not checking the caller ID. “Yes?!”

“Oh my gosh! I’m sorry did I wake you up?!” Asked a panicked girl with a heavy French accent on the other end. “Marinette? No, no sorry. What were you calling about.” He perked up a little. “I was just calling to see when you wanted to go for coffee.” Damian winced when he remembered the time, “Maybe make that brunch. How about 10?” Damian could practically see Marinette’s grin over the phone in her answer, “Sounds amazing! Where would you like to meet?” Damian was a little groggy but he still wanted to treat Marinette well, as she should be treated, “Can I have the address of your hotel? I can pick you up and take you somewhere. Maybe give a small tour of Gotham since you haven’t been here before.” He wasn’t nervous for her response, no way. He wasn’t afraid she was going to yell at him for asking for the place she was staying, absolutely not. It was ridiculous to imply such a thing.

“Sounds perfect! I’ll send you where I’m staying!” Marinette exclaimed. Damian let out some breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Perfect, I’ll be there at 10 sharp.”

~~~~~~~

Marinette brushed her hair once more for good measure. “Can you imagine Tikki?! He’s so chivalrous, he’s picking me up!” She sighed dreamily as Tikki giggled. “I hope you enjoy the date Marinette, you deserve it!” Marinette grinned as she took her purse and walked out of her room.

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“Oh Marinette where are you going?” Asked Lila with a sickening sweetness. “None of your business Lila.” Lila faked sniffling and Marinette turned around, prepared to tell her off but then saw her surrounded by the whole French class. They were not happy, even Adrien who was normally impartial. “Are you going off with that Wayne kid?” Adrien asked stone faced. “So what if I am?” Marinette asked her ex partner. He ran after her and dug his nails into her skin, “Don’t leave. He’s bad news.” Marinette struggled, “Let go of me Adrien!”

“You heard the lady.” Said a voice causing Adrien to jump back. There in full glory stood Red Hood, Nightwing, and Red Robin. “W-what are you doing here?!” Squeaked the model. The class gawked at the heroes before them. Dick wanted to say they were here to check on their newest member of the family, but he figured Damian would not appreciate them giving away their identities. “That’s not important, but what is important is not touching a girl when she says no. And what’s important is not just standing by and letting it happen!” Jason, the hothead he was, yelled at the class. The class fled tails between their legs out of the lobby.

Marinette smiled, “Thank you. That was much appreciated! So I’m guessing Robin told you I’m his soulmate…” Marinette was a little surprised, Robin had seemed so...Not like the others. If he teammates were kind maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. “Wait, wait you met Robin?” Marinette gave them a confused look, “Uh yes…” Nightwing stood in shock, “Do you know his identity?” Marinette shook her head, “Of course not. Believe me I know how important secret identities are.” Nightwing stood in a stupor just like his brothers, this meant she had two names on her wrist like Damian. ‘Could this mean Marinette was Lad-‘ Nightwing’s head started to pound. ‘What was I thinking about? I can’t remember.’

Damian walked into the lobby of the Wayne hotel, when he saw his brothers in costume talking to Marinette he immediately regretted telling them where she was staying. Damian gave them the death stare as Marinette skipped up to him. Nightwing gave him a look, it said ‘I need to tell you something.’ Damian nodded at the silent communication and headed out with Marinette.

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“So Damian I need to tell you something.” Marinette fidgeted with her fork not looking her soulmate in the eyes. She felt so bad that she hadn’t immediately told him that she had two soulmates. A loud ringing made Damian fall out of their engrossed conversation. He checked his phone and almost gasped, “I’m sorry, Marinette but I really have to go. To be continued?” Marinette nodded, although she was enjoying his company she was nervous to tell him about her second soulmate. “I’m going to call my butler to pick you up.”

“B-butler?!” Marinette exclaimed. Damian gave her an odd look, “Uh yeah…” The pieces started to click in Marinette’s mind. She hid her face in her hands, “Oh my god you’re that Damian Wayne!” She banged her head on the table. Damian almost chuckled, although it was refreshing to know his soulmate was sweet to him without knowing he was rich. “I’m going to have to take the car I drove you in, but Alfred will be around soon. Let’s do this again soon Marinette, if you’re available, of course.” Damian said shyly. Marinette nodded as she stifled a blush. ‘She’s kind of adorable’ Damian mused as he left the café. He checked his notification from his father once more, it simply read “Killer Croc”. Damn it why couldn’t Damian just live in a normal city?!

~~~~~~~

Croc wasn’t all that difficult, especially not with him, his father and all his ‘brothers’ there to help. What was difficult was explaining to his brothers that he never met Marinette as Robin.

“I’m telling you Grayson, the only time I’ve ever seen Marinette was as Damian.” He protested. “But baby bird, if that’s true that means your soulmate was lying about meeting Robin!” Dick said, millions of warning signals going off in his head. Damian shook his head, “Or it means she met somebody she thinks was Robin. Drake pull up the security footage from Marinette’s hotel, specifically last night.”

Tim pulled up the feed and Damian scowled, oh how heads were going to roll...

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1400 words of pure fluff because i wanted Aro in a dress

Peter stopped talking to Charley mid-sentence, distracted by the envelope his assistant had just given to him.

“What’s that?” asked Charley, looking curiously at him.

“It’s a fucking fancy invitation to something called the Volturi Yule Ball,” answered Peter still looking at the invitation, which had so much gold on it he wondered if it would be possible to melt it down.

“Oh my god,” said Charley excitedly, “you’ve got an invitation to the Volturi Yule Ball?”

“Yeah,” said Peter, looking at him. “Aro says he’d like me to come,” he continued waving another piece of paper vaguely.

“You have got to go,” said Charley, still sounding excited. “I bet no hunter has ever gone to one before.”

“It’s just some dance,” said Peter, not understanding Charley’ excitement. “How do you know so much about it anyway?”

“I read about it while doing some research a few years ago. It’s not just a dance, it’s been happening for centuries but they only hold it every twenty five years and all sorts of supernatural people go. It’s a really big deal.”

“Doesn’t it turn into a bloodbath?” interrupted Peter.

“Nah it’s neutral ground, everyone is on their best behaviour, anyone who causes trouble there will not only be kicked out of the ball they’ll get no back up from anyone in the future and won’t last long against us hunters.”

“Huh, sounds like it could be a good place to get info. Not to mention piss a lot of people off,” said Peter with a smile, knowing a hunter wouldn’t exactly be welcome at such an event but as the hosts personally invited guest they wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. “I suppose I’ll have to wear a fucking suit,” he added after a moment’s thought.

“Oh yeah, I expect it’ll be black tie, but you’d better ask Aro about that,” answered Charley. “My research didn’t exactly cover dress codes.”

Peter still wasn’t happy, he hated wearing a suit, but he knew it would be a great place to get information and to identify and make links with all sorts of supernatural people.

 The following day he RSVP’d Aro and asked for information on the dress code. He was not as surprised as he supposed he should have been when a couple of days later a parcel arrived from Aro containing a perfectly fitted tuxedo. Peter felt he should be more disturbed by the fact Aro knew his measurements so well than he actually was.

The ball was being held on December 21st, which Peter thought was appropriate for vampires as it was the shortest day as well as the solstice. They obviously wouldn’t want to celebrate at Christmas.

 Peter was amazed at the number of people going inside as the taxi he’d hired drove up to the front doors, which had been thrown wide open. He hadn’t expected the ball to be so busy and began to realise just what an important occasion it was.

The guards gave him a suspicious look as he walked up, but once they saw the named invitation they waved him in very politely.

 The decorations in the ball room were lavish, with lots of natural winter greenery and candles in crystal holders glittering all around lighting up the large space filled with an array of beautifully dressed people.

Peter looked around for one of the waiters who he saw were carrying trays of food and drinks and grabbed a glass of champagne, figuring a drink would help him relax a bit. As the only human he could see surrounded by a host of supernatural people relaxing, at least a bit, was something he thought he needed to do. He just hoped Charley and Aro were right in their reassurances that he would be perfectly safe.

 It was a while later and Peter was standing at the edge of the ball room wishing he felt a bit more confident about joining in the dancing or hell even just talking to someone. He was well aware he was getting plenty of stares from the other guests, when suddenly Aro was standing next to him.

“Ah Peter my dear, I have been looking for you,” he smiled.

Peter stared at him for a long moment. Aro was wearing a dress, and not just any dress, a very glamorous ball gown in black with crystals of various shades of red sewn into it looking like drops of blood clinging to the fabric. He was also wearing dark red and black high heels which made his legs look amazing, and the contrast of Aro’s pale skin against the black made the whole effect absolutely breathtaking.

The dark red lipstick and perfect eyeliner made his face look even more beautiful than normal and quickly drew Peter’s attention.

Then Aro looked up, Peter followed his gaze to see a bunch of mistletoe hanging right above their heads.

 “You know its bad luck for a year if you stand under mistletoe with someone and don’t kiss them,” said Aro innocently.

“I’d rather have the bad luck,” said Peter, but he was smiling and didn’t hesitate to pull Aro into a kiss.

“My dear you look divine,” said Aro as they stepped apart slightly, giving Peter a thorough once over, enjoying the fact Peter now had a red stain on his lips from Aro’s lipstick.

Peter flushed slightly at the obvious appreciation in Aro’s eyes, although he would have blamed the warmth in the room.

“I like the dress,” said Peter giving Aro a matching once over.

“Thank you,” said Aro with a pleased smile. “It’s such a shame that humanities obsession with gender roles prevents more people dressing as they wish. And I do so enjoy dressing up.”

Peter made a noise of agreement, still very distracted by how gorgeous Aro looked, which pleased the vampire a great deal.

“Now may I have this dance?” asked Aro holding out a hand.

“Uh sure,” answered Peter allowing Aro to lead him into a waltz.

 Peter wasn’t much of a dancer he knew, but he soon got the hang of a simple waltz and only stepped on Aro’s toes a couple of times.

They managed a few more dances over the night, although Aro, as host, had to dance with some of the other guests, however much he’d have like to spend the whole night dancing with Peter.

Peter himself, now more relaxed having had a couple more drinks and been seen by most people dancing with Aro, felt confident enough to dance with some of the other guests. Some chatting while dancing, and while eating food from the passing staff, did net him quite a lot of useful information. He was sure some flirting would have got him a lot more but he didn’t want Aro getting the wrong idea.

 Eventually the night began to wind down and, after saying goodbye to some of the more important guests, Aro found Peter on the dance floor dancing with an elderly looking werewolf and politely insinuated himself between them.

Peter, being tired after a long evening, was happy to let Aro gather him into his arms for a slow dance. Aro’s strong arms around him and his cheek resting against Peter’s chest was by far the best part of the evening as far as Peter was concerned.

 “How did you enjoy my little party?” asked Aro after a while. “It is the first time a hunter has ever been invited. I was not popular with some people for inviting you but it is my party,” he finished smugly.

Peter huffed a laugh, which vibrated pleasantly through the vampire. “I didn’t think we would be popular guests.”

Aro hummed in agreement before leaning up to give Peter a, fairly, chaste kiss.

“Are you planning on staying the night?” he asked.

“If that’s ok,” answered Peter. “But I’m fucking tired so,” he stopped to yawn, “don’t expect anything except sleep from me.”

Aro gave him an indulgent smile, loving his adorable human. “Of course not dear, I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time for that tomorrow when you’re fully rested.”

“Sounds great,” grinned Peter, “especially if you model that dress again.”

“I would love to, and I’m sure I have several others you that would also please you.”

Peter smiled at him, eyes bright. Then he yawned again.

“Let us get you to bed dear,” said Aro with an answering smile and led Peter off the dance floor and upstairs to his bedroom.

[seven-oomen]

Since you’ve been posting candid type pics/story ideas, this is one I found that I had almost used for one of the moodboards, because I was like “hey, group of the adults”, but it has Susan in it, and I wasn’t sure if you had plans to bring Natalie into the story or not, so I skipped it.  But it’s adorable and worth sharing, anyway.

And your explanations for Jackson and Ben are entirely sensible and logical, but I still like my theory. XD  I also look forward to meeting whatever future spawn you decide on for the boys.  I can’t decide if it would be more entertaining for Noah’s mini-me to also be a druid or turn out to be a wolf.  Speaking of twins, a friend’s 10yr old daughter said recently “if I had a twin that was five minutes younger than me, I’d tell them ‘When I was your age’ and then describe what I was doing five minutes, ago”, and I can’t figure out if it sounds more like Allison or Malia, but it definitely sounds like one of them.

Apples to Apples is basically like a more kid-friendly version of CAH, unless you are playing with people like my friends, who can find a way to make anything deeply wrong and vaguely offensive if they wish.  And also I feel like there are many incidents of Stiles and Jax getting stupidly heated while playing Candy Land with their little siblings, to the point where they end up banned from joining in.

I adore the idea of clothes sharing (hence me being so determined to find images of them in what I could pretend was the same black button down for the family moodboard.)  And I feel Chris and Peter would have vastly different ideas about what constitutes “too tight” than Noah and would occasionally try to get him to wear some of their shirts anyway, for their own enjoyment.  (The olive green hoodie Peter is wearing in the ep where he and Derek hire Braeden seems very his style, for example.)  I don’t think either of the other two are quite brave enough to try Peter’s “v-neck cardigan worn like it’s a normal shirt” look, though. XD  All of which also begs the question of whether they do it for…other reasons, too.  Like if Noah is ever stuck in an endless budget meeting only to suddenly get a text from the other two of them wearing some of his spare uniform shirts and very little else.  Or if Peter ever comes home to find his Omegas each wearing one of his leather jackets  (because you know he’s got several) and their triskelion necklaces, and suddenly he’s getting “we missed you, Alpha” crooned in both ears simultaneously in a gravelly whisper, and wow I’m getting way off topic here…  Anyway, yes to clothes sharing, is what I’m saying.  (Also, the pen thing is golden.  Just imagine the looks on people’s faces.)

And I like the new preview, am super happy to see Jordan.  I can’t wait to see how he fits into things and helps with everything.  I don’t think I’ve ever really seen an a/b/o that tackled how nb identities would fit into that sort of society, so I’m excited to see it explored.  Also he always tends to come across as pretty calm and easy-going, and lord knows they could use a few people like that right now.

Hope you’re feeling better, and that Mo has calmed some.  I know just how much the pressure changes from storm systems can mess with someone, especially if you were already not feeling the best.

I’ve honestly just been smiling at this the whole day and I managed to write 3.3K to the draft because of this message and the new review by @ready-to-kick-some-ass. 

Right now the chapter has almost 8K on it and I will probably try and get it to 10-12K.

I’m not sure if I’ll add Natalie and if I can naturally fit her into the story. But I definitely know she was a part of the friend group in this universe, so that picture is just really fitting. It’s so sweet <3.

As for the twins, I’ll let you have your headcanons. But I’m not gonna tell too much. It’s fun watching you speculate ^^.

Speaking of twins, a friend’s 10yr old daughter said recently “if I had a twin that was five minutes younger than me, I’d tell them ‘When I was your age’ and then describe what I was doing five minutes, ago”, and I can’t figure out if it sounds more like Allison or Malia, but it definitely sounds like one of them.

Both of them. Either of them. Malia or Allison would absolutely do this to Jax and Stiles. They’re both about 20 minutes older than their younger siblings, so they would definitely describe something they’ve done 20 min ago just to piss the boys off.

And my god would they be banned. I feel like Chris just listens to them screaming for twenty minutes until he finally has enough of all this bullshit and just bans them from playing that game ever again. Malia is quickly banned thereafter when she gets heated over having to move backward and loses to Ben and the youngest twins. Allison and Lydia take over playing the game with the kids.

And you know they would. Chris has quickly figured out that he can get either of them home within ten minutes if he sends them a risque picture of him just wearing a toolbelt with his hunter gear on it. He’s not wearing anything else, just the toolbelt with the guns and bow and the triskelion necklace. But it works just fine. (The weapons are positioned in just such a way that he’s not actually revealing any of the goods, but he’s also not wearing any clothes. So.. yeah)

Chris and Peter would send Noah pictures of them wearing his uniform shirts while he’s in budgeting meetings or performance reviews or whatnot. Especially during the months when they’re actively trying to expand the family, things would crank up to 100 with these boys. But even when they’re not, they love to get each other riled up with sexy pictures.

And I feel Chris and Peter would have vastly different ideas about what constitutes “too tight” than Noah and would occasionally try to get him to wear some of their shirts anyway, for their own enjoyment.  (The olive green hoodie Peter is wearing in the ep where he and Derek hire Braeden seems very his style, for example.)  I don’t think either of the other two are quite brave enough to try Peter’s “v-neck cardigan worn like it’s a normal shirt” look, though. XD

Fair point, they absolutely would try and get him to wear their shirts. Because let’s be real, he’d look absolutely smoking in a tight shirt or a tight-fitting hoodie. And seeing Noah in their shirts just does something to Peter and Chris. It’s a matter of staking their claim on their sheriff.

And I think nobody can wear those v-necks but Peter. Chris lovingly refers to them as the porno shirts. Because honestly, only Peter or a porn star could get away with a shirt cut that low.

They certainly need a calm mind right now, and I really wanted to add a trans* NB character who’s also on the aro/ace spectrum and somehow that just clicked for Jordan. I don’t know why. But I really want to explore a society where there are two ‘main sexes’ (both with two variations male and female) and then add someone who doesn’t identify with any of them. And yet said person is probably the most level headed and calm of them all, so to speak. I’m excited to add Jordan to the cast list and explore his identity.

Mo and I are doing okay today, he’s been really clingy after the thunderstorm but it’s slowly getting back to his usual behavior. I reckon he’ll be fine by tomorrow.

[raven-black102]

Protection (Major Jasper X Brazilian! Reader)

Requested by Anonymous: Could you do a Jasper Hale x Brazilian!reader, where she his mate (they met a few decades after he was changed) and because of her powers, Magic and Energy Manipulation, the Volturi want her and Major takes over control to protect her?(The reader is very calm)

Kind of added a few thing and change a few things. I still hope you like it! ^¬^

(Y/n)'s POV

"Came on Major we have to go!" I told him as I took his hand in mine. "Maria is died we can escape now just me and you." I said as he stood still watching the newborns run lose. "We have to kill them." He said softly as I sighed as used the energy of the trees to block the newborns from leaving.

"Then lets fight them together." I said as I saw a small smile on his lips. "I never got to tell." He started as the Newborns turn around running towards us. "I love you." He said causing me eyes to widen slightly. "I love you too. Now let finishes this together." I said smiling at he nod his head.

Time Skip

Everything was different ever since we meet the Cullen's Major has change and became Jasper Hale. But I've remain the same except with the change of a diet of course. It seems it was a lot easier for me to get used to animal blood then it was for Jasper.

He seem to have a very difficult time being around other humans. In fact I would too if he wasn't there beside me. "We should go out hunting before Edward brings his human." I told Jasper as we lay in bed holding each other close.

"I don't want to let you go." He said softly looking at me. "Don't worry about me. And I hope Edward singer doesn't finish eating that food because it smells really good." I said causing him to chuckle.

"I always wondered how you're able to eat human food and sleep." He said as he nudge his nose at mine. "I wonder the same thing but maybe it just who I am." I said softly then tried to get up only for him to push me down.

"Jasper you need to hunt." I said giggled as he started to kiss down my neck. "That can wait." He mumbled as pushed him down with me on top as I kissed his lips. "Eu amo você meu amor." I spoke in my native tongue causing Jasper to give me a confuse look.

“It means ‘I love you my love’ in my language.” I purred as I pinned his hands on the side on his head. “Now you need to hunt.” I said as I saw the look of awe and adoration on his face. I got up and waited at the window with my hand extended out towards him.

Time Skip

3rd Person POV

As (Y/n) and Jasper went out to hunt Bella and Edward just turn down the road towards the house. “So, whats (Y/n)’s and Jasper's story?” Bella asked causing Edward to smile at her softly. “Those two.” Edward said as he parked his car in front of the house. “They had a lot of things to deal with when it was just them. They complete each other and theirs nothing that can go between them.” Edward said then got out the car to Bella's side to open her door.

Once Bella got out the house she couldn’t help but look at the house in awe. “Esme and (Y/n) did most of the decorating in the house.” Edward said as he took Bella's hand in his and lead her to the house.

"Bella this is Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, Jace, and Alice." Edward said to Bella as she took notice two missing family members. "Hello." Bella said softly as they all smiled at her. "We hope your hungry." Esme said happily as Bella nods her head.

"She already ate." Edward said causing Rosalie to brake the glass bowl. "Great. Don't act like this is dangerous to all of us!" Rosalie snarled. "I wouldn't tell... anyone." Bella said slightly alarmed. "She knows that Bella." Carlisle said softly as he cleans his hand and Esme gave Bella a soft sad smile.

"Just ignore her Bella I do." Edward said coldly causing Rosalie to slightly snarl. "That's not very nice of you Edward." (Y/n) called out as her and Jasper jumped off a tree branch. "Nice to meet you Bella." (Y/n) said walking towards Bella gracefully.

Bella looked at (Y/n) in slight awe before smiling at her. "Yeah." Bella said as she saw Jasper slightly tensed but looks a lot more relaxed then he was in school.

Time Skip

"Oh, it seems you have brought the Major and Captain with you." Aro said as Major took fully control of Jasper body. "The hell you want?!" Major snarled causing (Y/n) to take his hand in hers. "Its okay Major." (Y/n) said as she looked at Aro.

"We would like to see your gifts." Aro said as he sat back on his throne with his brothers. "Darlin' I don't like this." Major growled causing (Y/n) to peck his cheek. "Its fine love." (Y/n) said with as soft giggle as she walked to the center of the room.

It was silent as the Volturi watch (Y/n) curiously of her gift and why Aro wanted her so much to join them. (Y/n) took a deep breath causing her body to instantly replace them moved on it own.

(Y/n) stopped gracefully as Aro gasped and cheered happily at her. "Magnifico." Aro said as (Y/n) stood close to Major with her head bowed. "The ability to control the four main elements." Caius said with slight astonishment.

"I guess you can say that." (Y/n) said softly with a kind smile. "What other gifts do you have child?" Marcus asked as he slightly leans in. "Magic." She said then smirked as she moved away and created a dark hole in the middle.

"Come forth." (Y/n) mumbled as large heartless appeared. It snarled at the Volturi as the guards hissed at the Heartless creature. "This is a Heartless. They steal hearts." (Y/n) said softly as the creature turn an slightly coo'd at (Y/n) as if it was a child and (Y/n) is the mother.

"They can do my bedding if I please." (Y/n) said as she pet the creature then it disappeared as if it wasn't even there in the first place. "We need someone like you." Aro started causing Major to instantly hiss.

"Over my dead body." Major hissed as (Y/n) remained calm hoping it would effect the Major a bit. "Of course we can't separate you both. And a vampire with your experience Major. You would be a useful fighter." Aro grinned as Major was on the verge of wanting to kill him.

"I appreciate the offer King Aro. But I must decline. I am happy where I am with my husband and his family." (Y/n) said with a smile as The Three kings frowned in disappointment.

Time Skip

(Y/n)'s POV

"I couldn't bare the thought of losing you to them." Jasper said as tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "You where scared?! I was afraid to death that they would've killed you if I haven't stopped the Major from attacking." I said causing him to chuckle softly.

"I love you (Y/n)." Jasper mumbled causing me to smile at him. "I love you too." I said as we lean in for a kiss.

[how-to-survive-a-factory-tour]

How to Survive A Factory Tour - Chapter 10

A Sanders Sides / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Fanfiction

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The best way I can think to describe this wonderful room is this: Wonka took Sugar Rush from Wreck it Ralph, that bit in Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs when it’s snowing ice cream, Sweet Sweet Canyon from Mario Kart, and mixed them all together onto one island. And the result is magnificent.

We’re standing on a dock by the door, and on the other side of a fizzy yellow sea is an island where everything is made from desserts. There’s a mountain which is a large tiered cake, hills that are ice cream scoops, and - if my expert Disney park knowledge serves me correctly - a volcano in the centre that is the volcano dessert from the Rainforest Café.

“Did I die? Because I think I’m in heaven…” Patton mumbles, eyes wide and sparkling.

Wonka hops into a small rowing boat with just enough room for all six of us. The rest of us all join him, and he starts rowing us across the sea to the island.

“Just like before, you are free to roam about yourselves. However, can you head to the east beach after fifteen to twenty minutes? There’s something exciting I want to show you.”

Patton leans over the side of the boat, dipping his finger into the yellow sea. He pulls it out, trying a little. “It’s lemonade!”

“Right you are!” Wonka responds. “The fizziest, tastiest lemonade in the world.”

Almost to punctuate the ‘fizziest’ part, Patton lets out a small burp. “Oops, sorry…”

“It must be rather powerful if Patton burped after such a small amount…” Logan speaks up. “Is it actually safe to consume larger volumes?”

“Of course! Nothing leaves the Inventing Room until it is perfect. The lemonade has been thoroughly tested,” Wonka assures.

I dip my finger to try some lemonade as well. However, as I do, I swear I see a dark shadow in the water…

Eh, it’s probably just the boat creating a shadow.

I sit back up, tasting the lemonade, and letting my own little burp out.

“Wow, Princey, didn’t expect you to be so uncouth,” Virgil smirks.

“Princey? Hm… I like it. Keep calling me that.”

Virgil just rolls his eyes.

“So we can just try anything like last time?” Patton asks, receiving a nod from Wonka in response.

“Nothing’s taboo, like the river in the last room?” Logan inquires.

“Nothing at all. No accidents have occurred in this room ever, and I trust you to be responsible enough to keep it that way.”

The boat pulls up onto the beach of the island. Wonka hops out, and we follow suit, the sand crunching under our feet. Patton seems to have taken the designated role of taste tester, leaning down and picking up a handful of sand, before pouring it in his mouth. “Crushed up graham crackers!”

“Correct again,” Wonka nods. “Now, go ahead, you five, you can go explore.”

Once again, like the Chocolate Room, we all go running ‍off. Patton’s trying a little bit of everything we come across. Virgil does the same, only going a bit slower than Patton. Logan takes a seat by a bush growing ice cream sandwiches, picking one off and eating. I walk around a little longer, before finding a large angel cake. I use a nearby chocolate shard as a knife and cut a slice, before going back to sit by Logan.

“I saw you getting all flustered over Pat on the boat,” I tell him. “You should really just tell him how you feel. By the end of the day, it’ll be too late. You have limited time.”

Logan sighs. “I know… I was going to earlier, but the flume on the boat ride ruined the moment.”

“You could do it on the beach,” I suggest. “Beaches are classic confession/proposal venues in romantic movies. And Patton said this room is his personal heaven, what could be a better time? Perfect romantic mood for you two.”

“I guess you’re right… Okay. I won’t chicken out again. I’m going to take Patton to the beach and confess my feelings. Surely it cannot be that diffi-“

“LO!!!” Patton suddenly runs over, and I think, based off his wide eyes and inability to stay still, bouncing on the balls of his feet, it’s pretty obvious he currently has a very bad sugar high. “You have to come over here, there’s a milk and cookies lagoon and it’s really really really cool!” He grabs Logan’s wrist, and drags him off before the other can say anything.

I chuckle at the two of them. They are two of the worst disaster gays I’ve ever met - they’re perfect for each other.

“I see Patton’s kidnapped Logan…” Virgil’s voice catches my attention as he comes over and sits beside me, eating a flapjack. 

“Yep. Those two are so cute together… I can’t wait to find my soulmate like those two have…”

“Ah, so you’re one of those kinda of people who believe in soulmates?”

“Of course! Don’t you?”

Virgil considers it, before shrugging. “Dunno. Never really had time to think about romance or boyfriends or anything. I’ve been too focused on work and saving money for that. The closest thing I’ve gotten to a love life is judging my friend, Elliot’s choice in men.”

“Boyfriends? I’m sensing a very non-straight theme with us tour members…”

“We don’t know about Ethan,” Virgil points out, but I shake my head.

“My gaydar is very powerful. He’s definitely gay. I mean, he’s wearing a bow tie and suspenders by choice, casually.”

“True… Hey, about Ethan, I think something’s off with him… I saw him whispering into some bushes back in the Chocolate Room. It was kinda weird.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Kinda? Sounds like a bit more than kinda… Or maybe he was just talking to one of the Oompa Loompas? They’re pretty short, maybe you didn’t see them because they were stood behind the bush.”

“Maybe… I dunno, Ethan just kinda creeps me out.”

“Wow, I wonder why. Maybe it’s because half his face is that of a snake!”

Virgil shoves my arm, rolling his eyes, yet smiling. I grin back at him.

“You do that a lot. Come on, you love me really.”

Virgil crosses his arms, huffing, but still smiling. “Piss off…”

I pout, resting my chin on his shoulder. “I’m sowwy, Viwgwil. Pwease forgive me.”

“Jesus, I’m not going to forgive you when you’re doing owo speak!”

“Actually, I was doing uwu speak. Very different.” I pause. “Wait, how do you know what owo speak is? I thought you didn’t have a phone or internet.”

Virgil shrugs. “I’m friends with Remy. One of the things he does on his daily coffee shop runs is teach me current memes and internet trends.”

“Huh. Remy’s pretty cool… He single?”

“Aro.”

“Darn… Oh well. The process of elimination brings me one step closer to finding my soulmate.”

Virgil chuckles. “You are aware there are, like, over seven billion people on earth. Process of elimination isn’t gonna get you very far.”

“Well, actually, half those people are eliminated because they’re female. Another bunch because their too old or young. Another bunch because they’re straight. Another bunch because they’re looking for sexual relationships as well, which I cannot provide. Another bunch because they’re aro. That leaves a small percentage of people who could be my soulmate.”

“Well, I wish you the best of luck, because it is going to take you forever to find them.” Virgil says, before reaching over and stealing a bit of my angel cake. I glare at him, before leaning over and taking a bite of his flapjack. “Hey!”

“Revenge, bitch!”

Virgil glares at me. I don’t realise he’s picked up a nearby cream pie until he slams it onto my face.

I pull it away and lick my lips. “Oh, it’s on.”

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Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! I LOVE this room!

I’m knelt at the side of a lagoon of milk, dipping cookies in it and munching on them after. They’re so good! Even better than the ones Ma makes, and that’s saying something, because her’s are amazing! 

Anyway, I keep happily eating the food that graced so many of my childhood bedtimes, and I look down to where Logan is sat on the beach, looking at a small stream coming off the lagoon and going off into the lemonade ocean. “You okay, LoLo?”

“Yeah, I’m just looking at this stream. It’s extraordinary… The milk from the lagoon somehow changes to lemonade as it reaches the ocean, avoiding cross-contamination. How does it do that…?”

Awww, he’s so nerdy and curious, it’s adorable! I just wanna go over and hug him tight, and never ever ever let go, and-

Is it possible to get drunk on sugar? Because I think I might be. Just an ickle little tiny bit.

Anyway, more cookies!

“You know, Logi,” I say between bites, “you should really try that lemonade. It’s sooooo good!”

Logan looks down at the sea for a moment. “I am curious as to the effects of having a larger volume.” He scoops up some lemonade, drinking it from his hands. He wipes his mouth after. “Wow, Mr Wonka was not lying about the fizz… I already feel gassy.”

I chuckle. “You look it too. Look at your tummy!”

Logan looks down, seeing is stomach is distended. Oh! I used a smart word! ‘Distended’!

“... Okay, if that amount did that to my stomach, there is no way higher volumes can be safe,” Logan says, patting his stomach. However, doing so causes him to let out a belch, which in turn makes his stomach go down. He blushes, putting a hand over his mouth. “Oh, um, excuse me…”

I, on the other hand, burst into giggles. “Sorry, I know burp jokes and potty humour are childish, but it always makes me laugh…!”

Logan smiles. He pauses, before shuffling over and sitting beside me. “Are the cookies nice?”

I nod. “They’re even better than the lemonade! Here, try!” I pick up a cookie, dunk it in the lagoon, and shove it in Logan’s mouth.

He chuckles, biting down on the cookie. “Hm. They are pretty good.”

“Pretty good? More like the best things ever!”

Logan just shrugs. “I personally think Crofters is much better.”

“Crofters?”

“It’s a Canadian jam brand, and my absolute most favourite food in the universe. It’s so sweet and delicious, yet is completely organic. It’s even better than the jam Wonka makes.”

“Sounds nice! I’ll have to try it out sometime!”

“You should. It’s to die for.”

We sit around a little longer, eating cookies and just talking. I tell him about my job at the bakery, and different recipes I’ve come up with. He tells me about his college and classes. I don’t understand a lot of what he tells me, but I don’t mind. It’s nice to just hear him talk… He gets so passionate when he talks about learning and school…

God, he’s perfect. Maybe I should just kiss him now… Kiss his soft, perfect lips…

“Patton?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry, I got distracted… What is it, Lo?”

“I, um… I wanted to tell you something…” He takes a deep breath, before reaching over and taking my hand. My own breath catches in my throat. I look back up, and meet his eyes.

“Patton… I know we only met yesterday, but I really really-“

“Excuse me, you two, but it’s been twenty minutes, we need to go meet Mr Wonka on the east beach.”

Logan curses under his breath, before turning and looking up at Ethan, who stands over us. “Thank you for informing us, Ethan. We had better get going.”

Logan stands, pulling his hand from mine. My face falls a little, but I push it aside for now, hopping to my feet and following him and Ethan to the Eastern side of the island.

After a bit of walking, Roman and Virgil join us. Logan raises an eyebrow at their food covered clothes. “What happened to you two?”

“Dessert War,” they respond in unison.

“You mean a food fight?” Ethan asks.

“It was too intense to just be a fight,” Roman replies.

“Who won?”

“Well… technically there wasn’t a winner, we just kinda stopped when Roman got a dark stain on his crop top and screamed that it cost a lot, so we stopped,” Virgil explains. “Which, if you forfeited, actually means I won!”

“Oh, you did not, I landed more hits!”

“Bullshit! That doesn’t determine the winner!”

“Does!”

“Doesn’t!”

“Does!”

“Doesn’t!”

That’s basically the rest of the conversation all the way to the eastern beach.

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[swamp-world]

ok so like 

I just need to talk about this 

I don’t know what I’m getting at here but 

femme ladies, right? femme wlw. i absolutely love. i adore. very deeply. but lately i’ve seen/heard a lot of them talking about how they’ve felt unaccepted in queer places, because the majority of people are a lot more gender nonconforming, very androgynous or butch or very indie-hipster compared to a more traditional feminine look, I guess. And so on one hand, I don’t really know how to make it a more welcoming place for them. I’ve never experienced this problem myself because I’m decidedly not very feminine at all. And so I don’t know if this is a matter of a lot of femmes feeling like they’re inherently other by nature, just by looking at how they stand out and that being what makes it difficult for some of them to join queer groups, or if it’s something that the community itself is radiating comparatively. I really don’t know, and I definitely want to make it easier for femmes to feel comfortable in queer spaces!!

but I guess the big reason I want to talk about this is because like...this leads to a lot of isolation from the queer community. I don’t know if this is a larger thing and I don’t want to say that it applies to all femmes or only to femme wlw by any means.

but like. ok. i’m bisexual-aromantic. or somewhere on the aro/ace spectrum. i don’t really know where, but it’s a thing, yeah? that’s what i’m calling myself rn for simplicity’s sake, and because tbh it’s nice to have a label. 

but anyways there was this femme who had a massive crush on me, like, two months worth of pining before talking to me. cool. i told her i’m not really here for a relationship, that I don’t mean to offend or hurt her but that it’s just not going to happen. the problem is that as we went on talking, and i started to explain that i was on the aro/ace spectrum to her, she was very confused. never heard of aro or ace before. ok, cool, that’s no problem, i’m more than happy to explain to someone what my identity means. except this led to the inevitable: “so you’re like...cold-hearted?” and the iconic line when she was drunk, “is there any way to fix your fucked up head so you can love?” Ouch. 

And then later, next time she got drunk at a party, she showed up knocking at my door. i was in the back room, hiding (yes from her lol she’d phoned me five times in the course of the night and listen I was not really getting along with her at that point, we’re not really talking now). my roommate had had some friends over, and while most of them went out to the party, one of them stayed behind, in the room just off the hall. when she knocked on our door (leading first to her room and then to mine) this friend (man) opened, answered, and said that no, I wasn’t here, because he didn’t realize that i was. good lmao it saved my ass. (still owe him a drink for that one.) but then she phoned me yet again and left a voicemail saying that a guy answered my door and “are you turning straight on me?”

and like. god. ok. it’s not like it’s that bad of a statement. certainly better than my old boss telling me to my face that “bi people are just horny and need to pick a side.” but at the same time....it says so much about her attitude towards bisexuality, and also with the other comments towards ace/aromanticism as a whole. 

most people that i know here are queer. most of them are involved with the queer community to some degree or another. and tbh, i can’t help but wonder if part of this is because this woman has been so much more isolated from the rest of the queer community that she doesn’t understand why these things can be hurtful? 

i don’t know anymore man i’m just tired

[odderancyart]

I don’t have specific characters in mind, but I’d love if you tackled the fear of an aro character losing their person (platonic) to a relationship. Like they are afraid that their person’s partner wouldn’t be okay with their presence or how close they were even if it was platonic Then fluff where in instead of losing a person they just get another person.

Papyrus smiled brightly at Undyneand her new girlfriend, ignoring the ache in his stomach. His best friendlooked so happy with Doctor Alphys at his side, actually leaning into him in away Papyrus had never seen anyone dare to do her. His soul pulsed with anxiety.

“Alph is my girlfriend now,”she told him, joy shining in her eyes. Doctor Alphys nodded, smiling shyly athim. Papyrus swallowed away the ill taste lingering in his mouth, fear makingthe air itself taste rotten. The last time a friend of his – one of his few friends – had started dating, he’dbasically lost them. They hadn’t had time for him anymore, too preoccupied withtheir new partner.

Eventually, he’d stoppedcalling them. It hurt too much. And he wanted to know if that was going tohappen now too. If Undyne would cancel their regular cooking nights and moviemarathons so she could hang out with the doctor.

“I’m so happy for you!” hesaid instead. And he was, he really was. He’d helped her to get this date, hadencouraged her to confess her feelings. He wanted her to be happy, and hewanted Doctor Alphys to be happy. Nonetheless he could feel his fear in his bones.

Her grin widened and she sweptout her arm, pulling him down into a headlock. “Nyeeeeeh!” he whined as shestarted rubbing his skull with her fist, knuckles running over the bone. “Undyne!”

Chuckling loudly, she let himgo, and he rubbed his lower spine as he straightened. Despite her amusement, therewas concern in her eyes. “C’mon you big nerd. What’s wrong?”

Papyrus blinked. “Nothing!” hereplied, feigning innocence. He didn’t want to make her worry or seem clingy. Beingclingy was never good, that’s what his friendship manual said. She stared athim, unimpressed, and his smile brightened. “I promise!”

“Alright then.” She didn’tsound convinced. “Well! Alphys and I are going to dinner! See ya, punk,”

His soul throbbed painfully.“Have fun!”

“Oh we will!”

…

Steam rose from the boilingwater and the kettle whined in the background. The hotplates on the stove burnedred and there was a slight scent of burning in the air. Papyrus grinned,watching Undyne shove the spaghetti into the boiling water, yelling as shesummoned a spear to defeat the spaghettis who didn’t fit into the water. To beat them into submission.

He himself grabbed coupletomatoes from the basket on the kitchen sink, smashing them down on the surface.One of them bounced to the side, but the others splattered all over the cuttingboard he’d put out beforehand, because he was a responsible cook.

“Wait!” came a shrill voice from behind them, and both of them spunaround. There, Doctor Alphys stood, staring at them in horror. Papyrus’ smiledropped for a moment before he managed to put it back, and he tilted his head.“That’s not how this goes! You’ll burn down your house again!”

Undyne frowned. “What do youmean, Alph? I think we’re great atthis.”

The scientist smiled nervouslyas she stepped forward, turning down the heat on the hotplates not in use yet.They’d been making sure they were appropriately warm before they started withthe sauce. She shook her head. “I’m not a cook but you can’t do it like that.Something is going to get destroyed.”

As she set out to explain howto properly cook spaghetti and make tomato sauce, Undyne watched her withadoration, a dopy smile on her face. And Papyrus wanted to be happy for her, hereally did. And he wanted to be happy that he was learning new things.

But all he felt was annoyanceburning in his bones, and he had to keep his breathing even and focus onkeeping his smile when all he wanted to do was glare at her. This was his time with Undyne, what was she doinghere? Why was she criticizing their second favourite activity?

The worst thing was that heknew he was being completely irrational. She was Undyne’s girlfriend, andsurely a lovely person. By the Angel, he didn’t want to feel like this. But he did. His fingers itched for him to clenchhis hands.

“You’re very smart, doctor!”he said cheerfully.

…

“Alright what the fuck isgoing on?”

Papyrus twitched at the harshwords, sitting up in her dark blue couch. His hand was bandaged after theirfight and there were some drops of marrow leaking through the bandages. Thebattle had been fierce and he’d had great fun, it was absolutely worth nearlybreaking some of his fingers. But now her voice was demanding, though worryshone in her eyes as she stared at him, daring him to break eye contact.

“Going on how?” he repliedinnocently. It surely wasn’t about what he feared it was about. He’d been greatat hiding his resentment, if you asked him. Not even Sans had noticed anything.Her glare strengthened and he had to resist the urge to lean back in his seat.

Undyne narrowed her eyes. “Youknow exactly what I’m talking about, Paps. What’s your deal with Alphys? Andyou’ve seemed so down lately.”

Damn it. Anxiety coiled in hisstomach and he picked at the bandages, averting his eyes to stare down at them.He didn’t want to have this conversation. Didn’t want to hear her tell him thather relationship with Alphys was the most important thing now, and that he camesecond. He didn’t want to lose the best friend he’d ever had.

“I don’t know-”

“Cut it out, Papyrus.” Thatwas an order. Instinctually, he clacked his mouth closed, nodding. “I’m worried.”

His eyes widened.

“You’re my best friend, andshe’s my girlfriend. I want you to get along,” Undyne confessed. He daredglance up, and she looked strangely vulnerable as she met his eyes.

“I-” he began before cuttinghimself off. She nodded encouragingly. Papyrus took a deep breath. “I’m scared.”His voice was small, pitiful. “I’m scared you’re not going to want to hang outwith me anymore now when you’re dating Doctor Alphys. That I won’t be importantto you anymore.”

“Aw Pap.” She shifted in thecouch until she was sitting next to him, the cushions sagging beneath her addedweight. Slinging her arm over his shoulders, Undyne pulled him close. Herelaxed against her chest, the familiar chill of her body seeping through thefabric of his shirt. Putting her hand on his head, she made him look her in theeye. “You’re my best friend. I’d never stop hanging out with you, and you’ll alwaysbe one of the most important people in my life. I love you, nerd.”

His soul warmed, and henodded.

“Alphys joined you up there among my most important people, she didn’t takeyour place.” He nodded again. Undyne jabbed her clawed finger into his side,and he twitched. “But Alph is really worried about how distant you’ve been withher.”

Hiding his face in his scarf,Papyrus blushed, ducking his head. “I’m sorry Undyne.”

“Don’t apologize to me, punk.”

“You’re right.” A weight feltlike it had been lifted in his stomach and he settled in against her, relaxingfully for the first time in he didn’t know how long. As his shoulders sank, itfelt like everything maybe would be good. “I’ll apologize to the doctor thenext time I see her.”

“Good!” Undyne’s grin returnedin full force, and she reached up with her hand to noogie the top of his head. Hewhined loudly, but didn’t otherwise protest this time. “Now I’m gonna get youinto anime if it kills me!” Her hand jerkedout to grab the remote.

Papyrus frowned, fighting notto grin at her. “But I’m not a baby.”

Her shriek rattled the glasseswith cider on the table.

…

Laughing, he jogged in placeas he watched Alphys stumble after him, dressed in pink sweatpants and a purpleshirt with a cat girl on it. Her movements were slow, but they were happening.The sun shone above, warm against his bones, making the asphalt of Ebott City oozeheat. “Come on, Alph! You can do it! Almost home!”

He was the only one of themwho wasn’t miserable right now. Alphys was panting, attempting to smile at himbut it dropped flat from her exhaustion. And Undyne, though jogging in place aswell, poured another bottle of saltwater over her head. “Angel,” she muttered. “I hate summer.”

“Positive thoughts, ‘Dyne!” hetold her, grin widening as she glared at him.

“Easy for you to say. You don’thave skin.”

Nodding, because that was true,he jogged back to Alphys, who was far after them. She was trying to come withthem sometimes to get in shape and get better confidence. Her arms wereshaking.

“Come on, Alphys!” he encouragedher. “Let the world know how great you are!”

“I’m- I’m amazing,” she gaspedout, chipping for air.

“Hell yeah!” Undyne calledfrom behind – or rather, in front – before the sound of another bottle beingpoured out came.

Papyrus chuckled. “You are!”

Happiness made his soultingle. They all were amazing. And life was certainly good.

[transheadcannon]

In Honor of the end of pride month (darn) Everyone is trans and everyone is at Pride

Hunk

Trans boy (he/him)

Pan and ace

Is there with Shay his (trans) girlfriend

Total mom of pride

Is prepared for everything all the time no matter what

Has granola bars and water on him at ALL TIMES

Is constantly making sure that everyone is together and okay

Is especially worried about Lance and Pidge 

Especially when they’re both together

Help Lance sew their pride capes

Definitely brought a frying pan

For the Pun

Has a shirt that says “trans boys do it better”

Or “Frying PANS who knew right?”

I love Tangled I’m sorry

Definitely is wearing at least on form of floral print

Is terrified of losing Keith in the crowd

Really wants to get those leash backpacks for kids but for his friends

Hunk is the main supplier of glitter

You can bet your boots this boy painted his face

Will not stop throwing Pancakes at people

His pancakes are Holier than thou

So people eat them no matter what

Everyone, and I mean E V E R Y O N E  loves Hunk and will die for Hunk

Once, at pride, Hunk got knocked down by anti-lgbtq+ protestors

Everyone was there to make sure he was okay

A group of Drag Queens fought off the protesters

Those protesters never came back

Hunk will, without hesitation, punch any terfs he sees at pride

No exceptions

Probably brought a ukulele to play “Rainbow Connection” nonstop

Taking names, breaking hearts, Hunk Garrett

All the ladies are swooning

Shay once had to fight someone to get them off of Hunk

Hunk may be a bit less vocal about it but he his the happiest person there

Keith

Trans Demiboy (he/they)

Gay

VERY GAY

(would date Nonbinary people too though)

Wears Croc Heelys to pride

Has a tendency to wander off which is really not good for Shiro or Hunk

Was roped into letting Lance, Allura and Coran do their makeup

One eye is demiboy colors

The other is Rainbow

Flannel and a black tank top

Lipstick (any color it changes year by year) to complete the look

Everyone thinks he’s gorgeous

Gets asked out by at least three (3) people at pride each year

First time they go to pride they cry

Everyone was so nice and kind and accepting

All his friends were so flustered because none of them had ever seen Keith cry

Keith probably got his wolf a rainbow bandana

Keith’s mom ( a well seasoned gay) is definitely part of the “Where the Hell is Keith Now?” Squad

Keith is normally the one that eats most of Hunk’s Granola bars

He and Lance usually fight over the last one

Keith, Pidge, Lance and Matt are in a “Who can get more glitter on who” war

Keith usually wins because this kid has reflexes like no one’s buisness

The one year Keith didn’t win was because someone Matt  accidentally hit Allura

No one stood a chance

Pride Month is what Keith lives for

Catch him at 3 in the morning June 1 vibrating after watching every episode of Queer Eye and drinking Shiro’s secret stash of Rebull

Keith, surprisingly, gets in absolutely no arguments (other than Lance) or fights during Pride

They don’t want to take away the safe environment young queers have

Definitely wears a beanie no matter what

He rotates his demiboy hat, rainbow hat, and trans hat

“Bro it’s like 100 degrees out aren’t you hot?”

“I’m dying on the inside.”

“Dude, just take off the hat”

“pain is beauty”

“Dude, you’re going to pass out”

“PAIN IS BEAUTY”

Lance once stole a beanie

It did not end well

Shiro

Trans man (he/him)

Bi (or pan whichever suites your fancy)

poly

Definitely has a baseball cap with Bi and Trans flags on top

The dad of pride

Definitely wears a fanny pack but only because they’re practical 

He keeps cookies and tums in there

Makes a point to dress like a dad

One year, The Squad convinced him to do drag

The results were actually amazing and Shiro can really work heels

Shiro was very flustered but very attractive

That day was Lance and Allura’s field day

Shiro does his own makeup for pride

Once got in a muscle flexing contest and won

Matt buys him a “I flexed and the Sleeves fell off” tank top to wear the next year

Has a shirt that says “Hi Gay I’m Dad”

Has one of those beer hats with the straws but he fills them with redbull

Despite Hunk yelling at him not to

Drinks more juiceboxes than water

Gets proposed to nearly every year

Hissed at someone when they wouldn’t leave Pidge alone

Once brought his teacup Chihuahua Tito 

The ladies were S W O O N I N G

Shiro and Krolia co-parent Keith in shifts

Shiro is Lance’s wingman

Or he tries to be at least

Most people are too focused on him

People always assume that he and Allura are together

No

They’re just wrestle buddies

Allura wins always and no matter what because Allura is a goddess

Matt and Shiro aren’t allowed to go anywhere together alone after The Indident

Basically, they both got wasted, ate a shit ton of sugar, and got lost

They also somehow ended up almost joining a cult 

So yeah those two need to be monitored. 

People have definitely bowed before Shiro

Everyone wants to be adopted by Shiro

Allura

Trans woman (she/her)

Lesbian

Is famous within the LGBTQ+ communtity

A true icon

Definite beauty guru and a GODDESS

Goes every year with her (trans) girlfriend Romelle

Refers to everyone as “my lovelies”

No one dares to flirt with her because she’s out of everyone’s league

Every time Allura breathes a terf gets punched

Every time Allura breathes a small trans girl gets her wings

Has her own float in the parade

Allura was Born on The First Day Of Pride

Allura also got in a muscle flexing contest and W O N

She hands out flower crowns in all pride colors

And she does it all IN 9 INCH HEELS

She and Romelle are a power couple

Taking names and Breaking hearts

Allura and Romelle

Dyes her hair pastel pink every year

Lance and Allura are unstoppable together

People always come up to her and ask her questions

She loves answering people

Haley Kiyoko is her anthem

Gets actual gifts from people

Coran is her gay uncle

Eats a crap ton of raisins 

One year, a group of terfs came up to her to yell at her

They all walked away in love

Transphobes don’t stand a chance against Allura

No one stands a chance against Allura

She is a Very Powerful Woman

Allura, although regal and a goddess is actually is the most excited for Pride

It’s a cool fun environment for cool fun people

Allura loves meeting people

Even to this day she’s afraid she’ll somehow mess up accidentally

Everyone knows that’s bull though

She and Pidge are the loudest at pride

Kills it every year in a crop top

Helps every years queer prom happen

She’s so powerful

Matt

Trans man (he/him)

Bi

Wears Shrek merch  nearly every year

No shirt

Has a speaker that plays nothing but Bo Burnahm’s “Everyone thinks I’m Gay”

And occasionally “All Star”

Was the biggest factor in why Shiro and Matt can’t hang out together

If he sees a bug, he WILL NOT let you stomp on it

No matter what age

At the end of pirde he’s always covered head to toe in insects and glitter

One year he ditched the Shrek merch in favor of dressing up as spider man

All of the kids swarmed him it was adorable

Another year he wore his fursuit and nearly started a revolution

Helps Pidge choose an outfit each year

Is also the one who buys all of Pidge’s pride things including glitter, flags, shirts

Other than Lance, is Allura’s biggest fan

Allura likes (platonic)  him, but Matt is too thick to realize that

He got rainbow Shrek merch and cried

Is actually like the older queer brother

Like the nerdy one that’s too afraid to go outside

Every year never gets less exciting for him

He’s Lance’s slightly more successful wingman

Gets sunburn every year

Even in the Spiderman costume which covers him from head to toe

Socks and sandals

Specifically to bug people

Obviously those are Shrek socks

What are we animals?

Matt keeps at least 3 cookies with him at pride

For emegincies

Steals most of Shiro’s juice

On the first day of Pride month plays “The most wonderful time of the year” on repeat until Pidge tries to kill him

“It is NOT the time for Christmas music”

“IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE CHRISTMAS TO BE THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR”

Matt at 3 in the morning June first “IT’s the first day of gay lads”

He and Pidge always host a party after the Pride Parade

It mostly involves more glitter fights, except they get Shrio in on it too

Shiro, surprisingly always looses

When he hit Allura in the face with glitter he saw his life flash before his eyes

It was kind of pathetic

Definitely sneaks in Vodka in a water bottle

Pidge

Nonbinary (They/them)

Aro/ace

Before the Parade they roll in glitter to properly prepare

Once Matt had a “genius” idea

Let’s just say it ended with Pidge covered in cling wrap and glitter

Pidge wears sarcastic pride shirts and their floofy golf M.C. hammer pants

Pidge and Allura are devious little Shits

Allura taught Pidge how to walk in heels

Pidge taught Allura how to steal 50 candy bars without getting caught

They do both together

Pidge and Lance are mostly the reason why there are so many glitter fights

Pidge comes out again every year during pride month

Calls it their “Gender birthday”

Comes up with a new extravagant idea each year

Last year it was hot air balloons

This year they’re hoping to hack into NASA so they can rearrange the stars

Pidge pays for it out of pocket too though no one is sure how

Pidge drinks more juice than Shiro

Pidge will only refer to Shiro as “Papa Gay” during pride month

Lance is “ You Absolute Asshole Give Me My Rebull Back”

Tries to eat nothing but Skittles for the month but Hunk always catches them

Colors absolutely everything they can get their hands on rainbow

“Rainbow. The best color. The only color if you ask me.”

Has a shrine for Miles Mckenna

Marshmallows 

That is all I must say

“Hey Pidge,I’m a lesbian”

“I thought you were American”

Hates getting Misgendered at pride

Because I guess people gender people at pride

Will punch a terf

Has a T-shirt that says so

One year Lance did their make up

Or tried to at least

It did not end well

Pidge wouldn’t stop moving

Pidge once did Lance’s makeup

It did not last well

Mostly because Pidge has no idea how to do makeup

Pidge also protects the bugs at pride from feet

Lance

Trans boy (he/him)

Bi

Lance uses the glitter the best

Very decorative

(until the glitter wars)

Sometimes steals Keith’s lipstick to use

Allura and Lance always have to go out for coffee before the parade

That’s were they gossip

Lance is Hunk’s impulse control

Namely, if Lance doesn’t do something stupid Hunk will

“It’s a heavy burden”

“Lance, no one made you eat that many granola bars”

Lance is Shiro’s source of Redbull

Lance usually wears a pair of booty shorts and no shirt to pride

Allura lets him borrow a pair of heels each year

Lance owns a pair of platform crocs for pride

Is always a close second in the glitter wars

Owns a shirt with the words “Papa Gay” and Shiro’s face

Is probably the most vocal at pride

Makes his own flags for pride

Always paints at least 50% of his body pride colors

Once brought powdered chalk 

That did not end well

Even though Pidge messed up his makeup while doing it he still wore it out

Every year the children flock to him and every year he brings markers for the kids to doodle on his arms

Definitely makes signs each year

He saves them and hangs them up on his wall

His entire family came to his first pride

He was sooooo  happy

Lance’s family was mildly concerned but happy

Lance almost got roofied one year

He smelt it though

He got that scumbag arrested

After getting top surgery and not needing his binders he did a huuuuge give away

He was pretty much chucking binders at people

Definitely the kind of guy to have the really extravagant patterned binders 

People were crying and swooning

Has asked many times for Shiro and Matt to stop being his wing man

Everyone knew that wing man was Hunk’s job

Everyone knew that except Hunk

One year Shiro did his wings and he cried

I was going to do Coran but I ran out of space. I promise he’ll get his own post

[kyilliki]

(Part 1/2) The Cullen 'kids' are forever in High School, right? So imagine Jane & Alec being forced to go to Scuola Media (the equivalent of Middle School in Italy, from 11 to 13 years of age, if I'm correct) and socialize with human children while pretending to be perfectly normal.

(Part 2/2) I already read a Brazilian fanfic with this theme years ago, but it was not very good (it was sexualizing Jane too much, believe me, and Jane was around 11 years old in the story). I love writing and I would write a fanfic myself, but my English is not good enough and my vocabulary would be too poor. Do you have any headcanons about that?

(Oh gosh, this is adorable to envision! My headcanons are influenced by Canadian middle school, which is probably quite different than Italian middle school, but here goes.)

Y’know how, when you’re 12, school supplies are major status symbols? And lending out your good pens is a token of friendship greater than any other? Yeah, Jane definitely took some of Aro’s fancy quills and distributed them among the kids who were nice to her. A science group project was produced using 17th century writing implements and blood-red ink, is all I’m saying. 

Alec was assigned a mini-essay about his role model. He described Felix. That was an awkward phone call home. 

Middle school dances, as it turns out, are not for romance. Not even during the slow dances. Rather, they’re for dancing in awkward, same-gender clumps to censored pop music. Jane (who kinda sorta definitely likes girls) is fine with this. So is Alec. He can show off his awesome dance moves. 

It snowed one time. Alec and his friends planned an elaborate raid of the cafeteria to get some trays and use them as toboggans. The military precision with which he organized this mission would have raised a lot of questions, if six boys weren’t outside, careening down a hill on stolen kitchenware. 

The Latin teacher will pay the twins actual money if they join the Latin society. She’s never seen children take to a language so quickly. 

On the first day, Jane asked whether school uniforms denoted rank, and whether rank could be gained through obedience. The teacher was Concerned, and Jane spends her time suppressing the desire to dye her blazer a darker shade of navy.

So. Parent-Teacher Night. Three men and two women appear claiming to be Jane and Alec’s parents. They are very polite. They take copious notes. One of them asks why the school doesn’t teach sword-fighting, before being shushed by the other four. Everyone who meets them has bad dreams about them, but they just seem so involved. Better invite them to run the bake sale.