#my flexible lion cub

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This is kind of an old post from hazel but would you write this?? I love your writing!!!

https://www.tumblr.com/lumosinlove/686264769765867520/you-could-punch-me-in-the-face-and-i-would-still?source=share

Going to be honest, this is out of order of when asks were sent, BUT I don't necessarily write them in order, and this is the one I feel I have the most ready! The others asked before this are coming, don't worry. They're in the process of being written/edited. :)

Honestly, I LOVE the non-SW/Vaincre AU's you guys ask for, it's so fun to have a different kind of creative freedom with the Cubs! It's like I get to write a bit of my own story, to an extent! You can also find others, such as the Hogwarts one (which has two parts) and the Soulmate one (which also has two parts) on my Masterlist (pinned post). So PLEASE keep sending me these, they're definitely some of my favorite prompts by far.

I hope you all are having a lovely end to your week and that you have some fun weekend plans! I know I do- lots of homework. Yippee.

Character credits to @lumosinlove <3

TW for HEAVY making out, but no explicit nefarious activities, as per!

“Fuck!”

“Well, not here.”

Logan skated hard to a stop by the Lions’ net, breathing harshly through his nose. Knut had snatched the puck out of the hair with a flash of his glove. Now, he was grinning at Logan through his mask, standing up and passing the puck to the ref. Logan narrowed his eyes. Fuck Leo Knut and his stupid reflexes, and his stupid flexible legs, and his stupidly pretty blue eyes, and his annoyingly gorgeous curls that he shook out every time he took off his helmet, and-

Logan’s brain finally caught up to what Knut had said, and he huffed. “Non.”

Knut raised his eyebrows playfully. “Non? Tu ne veux pas baiser?”

Logan sucked in a sharp breath. Fuck Leo Knut and his stupid, dirty, strange-sounding French mouth. “You-”

“Speak French, too, honey.” Knut jerked his head. “Face off.”

Logan blinked hard, and turned around to find O’Hara waiting at the dot. Finn O’Hara with his stupid brown eyes, and red hair, and gorgeous puck handling, and mischievous grin-

A whistle blew, and Logan groaned as he lost the face off, chasing after the 17 on O’Hara’s jersey.

***

Logan let out a yelp as he tripped over a stick, flying on his back right into the Lions’ goal. Leo Knut fell on him with a grunt, Logan holding up his hands to soften the impact, even if it made a minimal difference with a strong, tall body colliding with his. Really, it didn’t do much- it just had him that much more trapped under Knut’s watchful gaze.

After recovering for a moment, Knut barked out a twinkly laugh. “Gotta say, Tremblay,” he said in that strange French of his. “You don’t look that bad underneath me.”

Logan grinded his teeth against his mouthguard. “Knut,” he attempted to growl, but it really came out as a groan. “Are you alright?”

Leo’s eyes were mischievous. “Well, I’ve got a nice view, that’s for sure.”

Logan went to retort, but the moment was interrupted by a hand grabbing the back of his jersey. “Up you go, Tremblay.”

Oh God, Logan could not handle Finn O’Hara right now. “You-”

“Yeah, yeah, my bad, sorry my stick wiped the floor with you.” He winked. “You do look nice and pretty on the floor, though.” Finn- O’Hara, Logan’s mind supplied- paid no mind to Logan’s choking sound and went to help Leo- Knut, what was up with him- up. “Okay, Le?”

Logan didn’t know for sure, but he swore he saw Knut’s gaze soften. “All good, Fish. Just surprised me.”

“Oh-ho, that Tremblay is full of surprises.” He turned around and tapped Logan’s butt with his stick. “C’mon, Trelembalaylay, we’re both off to the box. They gave you two minutes for goalie interference, chop chop.”

Logan let out a frustrated sound (he didn’t mean to crash into Knut) and tried to will away the blush that rose when O’Hara winked at him. 

***

He saw them walking through Central Park on a chilly October afternoon. At first, he didn’t realize it was them, but he slowed down his running pace to get a better look. O’Hara had his arm over Knut’s shoulder and was pointing to something on the ground. Knut made a confused face, then laughed when O’Hara bent down to pick something from the grass to hand to him. It was a four-leaf cover. Knut threw his head back and laughed (and Logan certainly didn’t look at the sharp angle of his jaw). He craned his neck down so that his and O’Hara’s noses were almost touching, their smiles wide in the golden afternoon light. Logan’s own eyes widened, suddenly feeling as though he was intruding, when O’Hara spotted him and waved. Knut looked, too, confused for a moment, then broke out into a smile. They both started to walk over.

“Logan,” O’Hara said by way of greeting, freckles stark against his pale skin.

Logan nodded. “O’Hara, Knut.”

Knut snorted. “Please, you’ve played us enough times to be less formal.” His gaze softened, and goddamn did his curls look like golden silk. “It’s Leo.”

“And Finn!”

“Yes, and Finn.” 

“Désolé,” Logan said. 

Leo shook his head. “It’s alright.” He looked at Finn briefly, then back at Logan. “You ready for the game tomorrow?”

Logan blinked. “Uh, ouais.”

Finn cocked his head, amused. “Good run?”

“Ouais.”

Now Finn’s eyes were mirthful. “You aren’t usually this quiet.”

“Oh,” Logan laughed nervously. “Guess I’ve- comment dit-on-” He waved his hand. “Got a lot on my mind?” Like blue eyes, and freckles, and capable hands, and lean backs, and-

“I get it,” Finn said. Logan swore he saw his pinky finger brush Leo’s. “I run a lot, too.” He jabbed his fingers into Leo’s waist. “Sometimes this one accompanies me.”

Leo flinched away with a laugh and slapped Finn’s hand playfully. Logan watched the movement with careful eyes, and didn’t miss the way Leo blushed when he looked back up at him. “Only if he promises to buy me a pastry after.”

That perked Logan up. “I like pastries,” he said, then felt immediately stupid.

But Finn just studied him carefully, kindly. He dedicated his full attention to most things, Logan realized. “Yeah?”

“Ouais, je-” He swallowed, then started again. “I, um, I really like this place in the village. Foli-”

“Foligno’s, yeah,” Finn added. He looked slightly embarrassed that he’d interrupted. His ears turned bright red. “Uh, sorry, that was- I used to go there a lot, when I was a kid. With my brother.”

Logan licked his lips. “Alex.”

“Yeah.”

Alex O’Hara had been traded back to the Rangers from Tampa about two weeks ago. Logan had almost had a heart attack when he first walked into the locker room, thinking he was Finn. And then he had felt even more ashamed when he had hopefully looked for Leo coming behind him. 

Logan tilted his head. “You’re from here.”

That got a real O’Hara grin, crinkled freckles and all. “Born and raised. I’ve got an apartment still, so that’s where Le and I stay when we play here. We’ve got a day off Sunday, so we’re gonna fly back on Monday morning.”

Logan did the quick math. Today was Friday. The Lions flew in today and must have had a practice, and would have morning skate before the matinee game tomorrow. Then, for one whole day, Finn, Leo, and himself would have nothing to do and would be in the same city. Logan looked at Finn’s smile and Leo’s gentle eyes and tried not to let himself get hopeful. 

“That must be nice,” he said. “Are your parents coming?”

Finn nodded. “Yeah. We’re actually on our way to get dinner with them now. They’re coming to the game tomorrow, too, but have a wedding on Sunday, so we won’t see them after.”

Logan nodded. He flicked his gaze over to Leo, who was watching something that was akin to amusement. “And you’re not from here. From the South.”

“New Orleans,” Leo said with a fond look. “Not exactly a hockey hub, but I made it work.”

Logan nodded quickly. “You definitely did, you’re-” He realized he was bouncing on his toes and settled back onto his feet, crossing his arms. “You’re really good.”

“Aw, thanks.”

“You speak strange French, though.” 

That got both Leo and Finn to laugh. Leo’s curls bounced against his forehead, which was entirely too distracting. “Well, you do, too.”

Logan grinned. “Ouais, I do.” 

He felt his watch buzz with a text. It was from Luke. Where are you? At Sally’s. 

“Merde,” he cursed. “I- I have to go, my friend- we’re getting burgers.”

Leo hummed. “Yeah, we’ve got supper with Finn’s family.” He directed that perfect Southern accent and charm Logan’s way. “See you tomorrow?”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He suddenly felt breathless. “Oui, ouais, I’ll- see you tomorrow.”

Finn raised his hand in a wave. “Bye, Logan.”

“Bye.”

And as he jogged away, trying to run and text Luke at the same time, he couldn’t help but look back. Leo and Finn were walking in the opposite direction, the sun gleaming perfectly off their hair. They were laughing, and holding hands, and when Finn leaned in to kiss Leo’s cheek Logan had the sudden feeling that he was standing on the edge of a cliff. He ignored the growing warmth in his stomach, took a deep breath, and pounded his feet against the pavement.

***

One more comment from Leo Knut and Logan was going to throw his stick at a wall. 

“Focus,” Logan mumbled to himself. “Allez, focus.”

“What?” Will Morgan asked from beside him in the locker room.

“Nothing,” Logan said, shaking his head. “Just distracted.”

From Will’s other side, Percy snorted. “I’ll bet. That Knut has been chirping you all game.”

 “He always does,” Will commented. “It’s like he knows how to press your buttons.” 

Alex O’Hara snorted. “Maybe not yours,” he whispered, low enough so just Logan could hear. “But certainly my baby brother’s. The clingy fucks.”

Logan whipped his head around, a question on the tip of his tongue. “Alex, they’re-?”

Alex nodded minutely, busy adjusting his skates to go out for the third period. They were tied, 1-1. “Yeah,” he said. His eyes flicked up to Percy and Will, who were distracted by talking about something with their goalie, Saint, then caught Logan’s eye again. “They told me last night they thought you knew. Or, figured it out.”

Logan licked his lips. “I didn’t- I mean- I thought I saw something, ouais.”

Alex raised his eyebrows. “A kiss in the park.��

Logan let out a laugh. “Do you tell each other everything?”

Alex smiled. “Almost, yeah.” He sat up. “It’s not- it’s not impossible, you know. Three people.”

Logan blinked hard. “What?”

Alex looked at him carefully. “My boyfriend’s on the Lions. And my girlfriend, well- we all met when I last was playing for New York. He was the goalie here. Then they started dating, then he got traded to Gryff, and then last year, during the Lions’ Cup run, we all- yeah.”

Logan’s eyes widened. “Kasey Winter?”

Alex nodded. He was fiddling with the pendant necklace he wore all the time. “And Natalia Darcy. Well, Natalie, but she’s Natalia to me.”

Logan huffed in amusement. “You and Finn are both so…”

“Weird?” When Logan nodded sheepishly, Alex laughed. “Our partners say the same thing, don’t worry.”

Logan felt like the elephant was back in the room. Being gay in the NHL was new, but not unheard of, not since Sirius Black and Remus Lupin from the Lions had started dating last season. He glanced around nervously. They only had a few minutes left of intermission, and he needed to know. “How long have Finn and Leo been…?”

“Since June,” Alex said. “After the Cup win it all- came to a head, so to speak. But they loved each other long before that. I swear Finn was in love with Leo the day he stepped into his apartment at the beginning of last season.” Alex pulled his jersey back on. “Honestly, can’t blame him. That Leo is a firecracker with the face of a prince, that’s for sure.”

“Ouais,” Logan said thoughtfully, pulling on his own jersey.

“As Finn always says, every prince needs a jester. Or a bard, something like that. He just loves Leo a lot.” He went silent for a moment, then looked at Logan carefully. “And every prince and jester need a knight.”

Logan furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

Alex just shrugged. “Don’t know, sometimes the words just come to me.” He stood and slapped Logan’s shoulder. “C’mon, Tremblay. Gotta whoop my baby brother’s and my boyfriend’s ass, let’s go.” 

Logan stayed in his stall for a moment, confused beyond measure, before standing and coming at his coach’s call.

***

“Nice hair there, Rapunzel.”

“You looked so pretty pressed up against the boards down there.”

“Take that fire you got to bed, sweetheart.”

“You know, you can keep coming back into my crease if you want. I like seeing your pretty eyes.”

At the last comment, Logan stopped hard in front of Leo’s crease, spraying him with a layer of snow. He hated that it made Leo’s blue eyes look stark and beautiful.

“Stop that,” he growled in French, leaning in. He tapped Leo with his stick, and for the first time, Leo’s gaze went unsure, dark, and a little challenging. “Stop distracting me.”

The next thing he knew, a body was up against his and hands were shoving at his back. “Fucking watch it, seventy-one.” 

Logan spun and faced Finn. “The hell was that for?”

“Stop fucking touching my goalie.” Finn shoved past him and went to Leo. “Le, baby, you-” He stopped, looking at Logan with wide eyes. “I-”

Logan rolled his eyes. “I don’t care, O’Hara.”

Finn rounded on him again. “The fuck is that tone? You got a problem?”

Logan tried to will the heat pooling in his hips away when he caught sight of Finn’s intense, sweaty face. “Non.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” Logan spat. He glared at Leo, who was now standing. If he was tall in real life, he was a giant on skates. “But stop fucking distracting me.”

“What, can’t take a little chirping?”

Leo winced. “Finn-”

“No, uh-uh, I don’t care.” Finn gripped the front of Logan’s jersey. “You don’t touch my goalie.”

“He’s just your goalie?”

Finn looked like Logan had slapped him. His grip loosened on Logan’s jersey. Logan used it to get leverage, gripping Finn’s back and drawing their faces together.

“I don’t fucking care,” Logan snarled. “I really don’t. But he needs to stop trying to distract me.”

Logan swore he saw Finn’s eyes dart to his lips before meeting his own gaze. “You know what your problem is, Tremblay?”

“What?”

“You can yell at us both all you fucking want,” Finn said lowly, dangerously. “But you still look fucking gorgeous when you pretend to be angry.”

At that moment, the refs finally decided to break them apart, and Logan was left reeling from Finn’s intense gaze, the heat of his breath. He was breathing shakily as he was led back to the bench by Luke, his eyes fixed on Finn’s strong frame and Leo’s slightly anxious eyes. 

Luke gave him a nudge. “What the hell happened?”

Logan turned to look at him, his neck tendons straining as his jaw clenched. “I-” He shook his head, the words lost. He watched as Finn went back to his own bench, but not before flashing Logan a look he couldn’t comprehend. He took a trembling breath. “I really don’t fucking know.”

And when they lost, 2-1 on a beauty of a wrist shot by Finn O’Hara, all Logan could see was Alex’s meaningful look as they sat next to each other in the locker room. Logan stared back, biting the inside of his cheek, before standing with a grunt and stomping his way to the showers.

***

An hour and a half later saw him at a bar nursing a shitty beer, his teammates laughing and joking around him. Though they had lost, they decided to take advantage of the matinee game and were all out for an early drink. Logan figured they’d order burgers or something here to eat, then he could make his escape to go and seethe by himself. It seemed appropriate, given the game he had just had.

“Dude,” Percy said. “What is up, man, you’re fucking out of it today.”

Logan let out a frustrated breath. “O’Hara. Knut. Fucking in my face.”

Percy made eye contact with Will and smiled mischievously. “You mean, the two hotshot Lions who have definitely been flirting with you since last season?”

Logan scoffed. “No they have not.”

Will shrugged and took a sip of his own beer. “Maybe not together, like they do now sometimes, but separately, for sure. You always lose your cool when we play Gryff.”

“Hey,” Percy said, clapping Logan on the shoulder. “If I swung that way, I’d go for them, too.”

Will slapped him upside the back of the head. “Dude. So not smooth.” He sighed and looked at Logan again, face serious. “What Percy meant to say is… it is okay. If you swing that way.”

Percy nodded quickly. “Any way. Or all ways.”

Logan felt his face heat. “I- thank you, I- but I’ve never- not with a- you know.”

Will examined his face for a moment. “Don’t have to kiss a boy to know you like them.”

“Yeah,” Percy agreed. “I mean, I knew I liked girls way before I kissed them.”

Will snorted. “You’ve kissed, like, four.”

Percy stuck his tongue out. “I’m just waiting for the right one. Like-”

“Cassie Baker, we know, oh my God.” Will knocked the rest of his beer back. “I’m so thankful I married young, you’re so pathetic.”

“Hey!”

Logan slapped them each on the shoulder. “I’m going to get a rum and coke. This beer’s shit.”

Will patted his back as he walked past. When he arrived at the bar, Alex was leaning against the wood, chatting with the bartender. He looked so freakishly like Finn it made Logan’s stomach do a weird summersault.

“Oh hey,” Alex said with a smile. “Come for something sweeter?”

“How did you know?” Logan asked, surprised.

“Heard from a little birdie that you like pastries. Put that together with all the candy you sneak in, and I made an assumption.” He waved a hand up and down Logan’s body. “I don’t know how you get away eating so much shit and still end up looking like that. Un-fucking-fair.”

That made Logan laugh. “Ouais, I- I’ve just always been like that.” He quickly hailed the bartender and ordered his drink.

“Hm.” Alex played with a napkin for a minute before looking cautiously up at Logan. “So,” he said. “My brother and you got in a scuffle.”

Logan tried to act casual, but he knew his cheeks were flaming. “It’s just… you know, on the ice. Nothing personal.”

Alex cocked his head. “Does the ice have to not be personal?” But Logan didn’t have a chance to answer, because Alex caught sight of someone in the bar and his entire body softened. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Kasey Winter said, sidling up to Alex’s side to press a quick kiss to his lips. He wrapped a large hand around Alex’s waist. “Good game.”

“Thank you.” Alex leaned in for one more soft kiss, hand covering Kasey’s, before he turned back to Logan. “Logan, this is Kasey. Kase, this is Mr. Hot Head Shortie Pants.”

Logan balked a bit at the name, but Kasey just laughed and patted Alex’s hip. “You’re so weird.” He held out a hand for Logan to shake. “Nice to officially meet you.”

“You, too.” Logan cleared his throat. He accepted his drink with a thanks, then turned back to the two other men. “How is your thigh?”

That made Kasey look almost pleasantly surprised. “Hanging in there. For now. Thank goodness I’ve got Leo, it’s really nice to be able to evenly switch out starts and stuff.”

Logan choked a little on his drink. He ignored Alex’s raised eyebrows. “Uh, ouais, yeah, Leo’s- Knut’s good.”

Kasey had a small, amused smile on his face. “He is.” He bumped his hips with Alex’s. “Want to go say hi to some of the guys? Thomas has been talking about playing foosball with you all day.”

“Oh boy.” Alex’s grin was wide as he ducked his forehead closer to Kasey’s. “Can’t pass off that invitation.” He nodded to Logan. “If you’ll excuse me, Mr. Frenchie, I’ve got boyfriend duties to attend to.” 

“Have fun,” Logan said, raising his glass. 

He moved to a quieter end of the bar, resting his hip against the wood. It wasn’t too rowdy, and it was mostly the Rangers and the Lions filling the space. Logan spotted a few he recognized- Dumais, Lupin, Black, Walker. He tried to stop the hard beating in his chest and pressed a hand over his heart. Just because their teammates were here didn’t mean they-

“Salut.”

Logan choked on a sip of his drink as Leo Knut stepped in front of him. He swallowed, coughed, and looked up at him and his striking blue eyes. “Salut.”

Leo’s face was a bit scrunched. Logan had the sudden urge to reach up and smooth the worried crease between his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry,” Leo said in French. “For saying all those things to you. That was too much.”

“Non,” Logan said, shaking his head. “Non, I’m sorry for speaking to you that way. That wasn’t fair.” He let out a humored breath. “It’s just a game.”

Leo didn’t answer right away, just bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. His eyes gave Logan a once over- they were so blue against his blonde hair and black sweater. “Yeah,” he finally said. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Le, baby.” Logan’s heart gave a little jerk as Finn approached, his fingers shifting to discreetly fiddle with Leo’s. He flashed his eyes to Logan. “Logan.” He looked back up to Leo. “Good?”

Leo nodded, his eyes still anxious. “Good.”

Finn nodded, gaze lingering on the still-present furrow of Leo’s eyebrows, before he turned to Logan. “I’m here to apologize. I said some out-of-line stuff.”

“Me, too,” Logan said. He swiped a finger through the condensation on his glass. His breathing was a bit jagged. “Those comments I made- I’m sorry, I really don’t care if you’re together.” His eyes widened, and he looked between the two of them. “Non- non, that’s not- I meant, I do care that you’re together, but not in a- je, c’est-” He groaned, letting out a heavy breath. “I’m sorry.”

“No.” Leo nudged Logan’s shoe with his own. His eyes were slightly amused now. “No, it’s okay. We get it. Thank you.”

Logan nodded slowly, meeting Leo’s eyes. They were still a striking blue, but softer now, gentle. Logan almost didn’t want to admit how easily they were reading him. 

“How-” he started, then cleared his throat. “How did you know?”

Finn cocked his head. His brown eyes were so focused it made Logan’s heart pick up. “What?”

Logan licked his lips. “That it was okay. To be… you know, in the league.”

Finn laced his fingers with Leo’s, then took a step closer to Logan. “Are you… Logan.”

Logan suddenly felt too warm. He looked at their hands, then up at Finn’s face, which was closer now. His eyes flashed down to Finn’s lips, red and wet and inviting, then to Leo’s face, his own perfect Cupid’s bow parted. He sucked in a sharp breath.

“Merde,” he swore. “Shit, I-” 

Then he looked between the two of them once more, breathing heavy, and spun on his heel down the hallway behind him.

***

The room he found was unlit save for the warm hallway lights shining through the windows. There was a pool table at one end and dining tables with chairs flipped upside on top of them on the other. Logan guessed that it was an event room. He probably shouldn’t be there. 

He closed the door probably too harshly behind him and stumbled his way in. He didn’t feel drunk, but he needed to lean his hands against the pool table anyway. His chest was heaving against the fabric of his shirt.

“Merde,” he whispered, pressing his hand over his chest. “Oh, fuck.”

He let out a whimpering sound and pressed his forehead into his hands, elbows against the soft green table cover. His head ached. He felt his pulse at his temples, and he was sure that he couldn’t go back out there. Not while they were-

The door clicked open behind him. Two sets of footsteps followed. Logan cursed again. “I can’t-”

But then there was a warm palm at his back and he felt his body shudder. “Logan.”

Logan turned to face him. Finn’s eyes were concerned, his mouth turned downwards in a way that Logan somehow knew meant he was really upset. His broad shoulders and lean waist were almost pressed against Logan’s. His hand had moved with Logan’s body and was now resting on his ribs. Logan felt a sharp burst of desperation and confusion work its way up his throat. He let out what he meant to be a grunt, but was more of a groan. “What do you want?”

“You.”

It wasn’t Finn who had answered. Logan’s heart stopped as he jerked his head to look at Leo. He had stayed in the doorway, but was making his way over slowly now, blue eyes pinning Logan in place. He stopped just beside Finn, close enough that Logan could reach out and cup his jaw and-

“We want you.” 

Logan suddenly felt angry. “For what? So you can just-”

“No, not like that,” Leo said firmly. His gaze was somehow challenging and loving and Logan was so gone. “For real.”

“Quoi? Why?”

“How could we not?” Finn whispered lowly. He bent his head so their foreheads were almost touching, his mouth by Logan’s ear. “With that fire you got in you, with those hands on the ice.” Logan felt his smile brush the shell of his ear. “Your sweet tooth.”

Logan let out a soft sound and closed his eyes. “Finn.”

“You’re so gorgeous, baby.” Finn made a pleased sound at Logan’s shaky intake of breath. “So gorgeous all the time. Your smile, your laugh. The way you shake out your hair before you put a helmet back on. The way you pretend you’re so tough, when all you want is for someone to touch you gently.” Finn pressed his nose into Logan’s hair. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

Logan’s eyes fluttered behind his eyelids. Now that he was thinking about it, his life had been wrapped up in Leo and Finn long before this. First, him and Finn getting drafted a year apart, meeting on the ice, on nights out, at the All Stars. Polite interactions on the ice, in a bar, watching as Finn made everyone around him laugh and smile. And then Leo, joining last year. He and Finn were instantly inseparable. The Lions social media had a field day with it. But Logan watched them more carefully, though he loathed to admit it. He saw the way Leo was gentle, kind, how he always listened intently. They, too, had crossed paths in bars after games. He always had an arm around someone, always had a good thing to say to Logan after they played each other, even if it had been brutal and rough on the ice. But Logan also knew he got cold easily. Every time he saw him, he always had a sweater on, even on a spring night. 

And Finn and Leo both, Logan realized, only sought him out. They said a polite hi to the other Rangers, maybe talked a little more with Alex, but mostly they went to Logan. Always Logan. Always a warm hand to shake, always a smile when they ran into each other on their pre-game runs in whatever stadium they were playing, a slap on the back in the dim lights of a pub when they saw each other after a game, even amidst that competitive second round of the playoffs the year previous. 

Maybe, Logan thought, they had always been waiting for each other. Even when they didn’t know it.

He realized he hadn’t answered Finn’s challenge, and Finn was starting to pull away, a bit tense against Logan’s body. “Non,” Logan said. He reached both hands out, placing them on the dip of Finn’s waist. He pulled his head back to meet Finn’s eyes, their noses brushing. Finn’s pupils were dark and blown. “You’re not wrong.”

Logan only had a moment to breathe before Finn was kissing him. 

He let out a soft sound against Finn’s mouth. Oh, Finn O’Hara could kiss. He kissed with his entire body, with his entire being, both hands clutching hard at Logan’s hips and kneading the skin. Logan moved his hands upwards, one around Finn’s back, one in those thick red waves. Finn’s lips pressed harder against his, his movement precise in taking Logan apart as he coaxed his mouth open with his tongue. 

“Finn,” Logan whimpered. 

“Fuck, baby,” Finn said, and grinned against Logan’s lips at the wanting sound he made. He began to kiss down Logan’s neck. “You’re so gorgeous.”

Logan hung his head back, inviting Finn to continue pressing those biting kisses to his skin. There was a sharp nip of his teeth, a soft brush of his tongue. Logan felt himself floating higher, higher, his head dizzy, his eyes closed. A third hand on him made him let out a noise, eyes flashing open. “Leo.”

Leo was there, one hand on Logan, another on Finn, watching them carefully. His strong chest was heaving in the dim light, his curls reflecting the warmth. He flashed his eyes to where Finn was still kissing Logan’s neck, then met Logan’s gaze. “Lo, sweetheart.”

Logan whined, then Finn was kissing his mouth again. “Finn,” he gasped against Finn’s lips. “Leo, Leo, Leo, kiss me.”

Finn stepped back and then Leo was there, cupping Logan’s jaw and bringing their lips together. His palms were large and warm. He brought one to grip Logan’s waist and leaned further over him. It moved down Logan’s body, and he arched into the touch, letting himself fall backwards against the pool table as Leo hitched his thigh around his waist. 

“Fuck,” Leo whispered. “Logan.”

“Please.” Logan didn’t even know what he was asking for. He was shaking. “Please.”

Leo’s chest brushed his own and Logan clenched his knee against Leo’s lean hips. He squirmed under the attention, heat working its way up his spine as he pressed himself upwards. He tugged Leo’s soft curls with one hand, pushing his other under Leo’s T-shirt to dig his fingers into his bare, strong back. Leo smiled and let out a pleased sound before dragging his teeth gently over Logan’s lip. It drove Logan crazy.

“Fuck,” Finn whispered, then his lips were on Logan’s jaw, his hand covering Leo’s on Logan’s waist. “You two.”

Logan knew that if he didn’t stop them now, he wouldn’t ever. He’d have them right on this pool table and then he’d never leave. Not now that he knew what their skin felt like. Not now that he knew how they kissed. Not now that he knew how they wanted him. 

“Attendez,” he gasped. “Wait, ouais, wait, I-” He let out a moan when Leo captured his lips in one last kiss and Finn sucked a bruise under his jaw. “Merde.”

Leo finally pulled back, laughing softly against Logan’s mouth. “Oh God.” He pressed their foreheads together. “Shit, okay, we have to stop.” His blue eyes, when they met Logan’s, were bright and playful, slightly glazed over with a hint of arousal. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Logan was stunned. “I- you-” he stuttered.

That made Finn giggle slightly into the hinge of his jaw. “Oh my.” He sounded a bit giddy. “Fuck, we’ve been waiting forever to do that.” He took a step back and kissed Leo’s cheek, then cupped Leo’s hips. “Up you get.”

Leo let out a strained sound as he pushed himself to stand, then held out a hand for Logan. Logan took it and sat up, reaching out to pull Leo’s shirt down where he had shucked it up. “Sorry.”

Leo snorted. “Don’t even think about that, Tremblay.” He squeezed Logan’s fingers. “That was the hottest thing ever.”

“Damn fucking right.”

Logan felt his cheeks flush and he bit his lip around his smile. “Ouais.”

They let the moment hang in the air for a moment, smiling at each other, before Finn stepped in between Logan's legs. He cupped Logan’s cheeks, gentle and less desperate outside the heat of the moment, and kissed him quickly. “Seriously, though. Go on a date with us?”

Logan looked up at him through his lashes, admiring the way Finn looked at him. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” Leo said. He still hadn’t let go of Logan’s hand. He brought it up to his mouth and kissed the back of it. “Please?”

And how could Logan refuse those blue eyes, peeking out at him through those silky curls? He brought Leo’s hand to his own mouth now and pressed his lips gently to his fingers. He felt energized and calm all at once. “Oui.”

The grin Finn gave him was all teeth. “Really?”

“Ouais.”

“Really?”

Logan laughed. “Yes.”

Finn made some sort of happy, growling noise, unable to contain himself, and wrapped his arms tightly around Logan’s waist, lifting him off the table. Leo was looking fondly at them, smiling with his tongue poking through his teeth. Logan laughed as Finn let out a happy shout.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes!” He set Logan down and began to press kisses all over his cheek. “Oh my God, thank fuck, we were so worried you’d say no, but we couldn’t wait any longer, you’re just so-”

Logan cut him off with a burst of happy kisses, Finn immediately relaxing under his hands. He pulled away and smiled. He felt light. “Of course I said yes.”

Finn was almost vibrating. He turned to Leo with a ridiculous grin on his face. “Le.”

“Oh God,” Leo laughed. He brushed Finn’s cheek with the back of his fingers, then did the same to Logan. He towered over Logan, but not in an intimidating way. Logan kind of wanted to ask him to lie down on the pool table and cover Logan’s body with his own, just to feel the weight of him. “Look what you’ve done.”

Finn gripped Leo’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and kissed him hard. “We fucking did it.” He turned back to Logan, bouncing on his toes. “Come over for dinner?”

“Finn!” 

“What?” Finn turned to look at Leo, who was laughing and shaking his head fondly. “What? We’re here for another full day, my parents leave for the wedding tonight, so we won’t see them, and it’s almost dinner time.” He let out a gasp and tapped a hand against Leo’s chest repeatedly. “You left stew in the crockpot, and you got that bread, we could go back to ours and eat-”

“Okay.” Leo cupped Finn’s face and kissed him slowly. Logan felt something warm settle in the pit of his stomach, watching them. “Okay, we can do that.” He looked down at Logan. “You like stew? Wanna come over for dinner?”

Logan nodded, smiling softly. “Ouais.” An anxious thought unfolded itself in the back of his mind. “But…”

Finn gripped Logan’s hips more insistently. “What? What’s wrong, what?”

Logan shook his head. “Nothing, I just-” He took a deep breath and met their eyes. “After dinner. I’ve never- not with a…” He swallowed. “A boy.”

“Oh.” Finn’s shoulders sagged in relief and he smiled. “Oh, baby, that’s okay.” He kissed Logan’s forehead. “We don’t have to. We probably shouldn’t, actually, should probably talk and stuff first.” 

“Yeah,” Leo said. He, too, kissed Logan’s forehead, and Logan preened under the attention. Leo smiled down at him and took Logan’s hands. “It’s okay. Finn hadn’t either, before we got together, and he did just fine.”

“Well, I had a good teacher. And we practice a lot.”

Leo rolled his eyes, but he was blushing. “Well,” he said finally. “Yes, we do.” He squeezed Logan’s fingers. “But we don’t have to do anything. Not until you’re ready, okay? This is gonna be a lot, for all of us. We need to talk, get to know each other better. You can even stay over. We've got the whole day tomorrow.” He paused and lifted one hand to brush a thumb over Logan's lip. “But we don't have to do anything.”

“But when we do,” Finn said, eyes bright and kind. “It’ll be so good, ‘cause it’s with you.” He kissed Logan softly. “And then it’s gonna be a problem, because we’re not gonna want to stop.”

“Finn.”

“What? Look at him, Le.” Finn waggled his eyebrows. “Look how gorgeous.”

Logan felt like he was basking in the sun under their attention. Leo seemed to notice, and kissed his warm cheek. “Ouais. Si beau.”

“Oh, c’mon. I can’t have two Frenchies ganging up on me now, that’s not fair!”

Leo threw his head back and laughed. He wrapped his long arms around them both, and Logan placed a hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. They were warm against him and so beautiful Logan almost didn’t know what to do with himself. He sank into the feeling and tucked his head against Leo’s chest. He felt Finn rest his head on top of his hair and let out a content sigh.

“Allez,” Logan said. “I’m starving.” He looked up at Leo. “Stew?”

“Yeah,” Leo nodded, pressing a lingering kiss to Logan’s forehead, then Finn’s. “Stew.”

***

Seven months later

“Welcome to your new home, Trelembalaylay. Hope it meets your expectations.”

Logan turned around and wrapped his arms around Finn’s neck, tugging at the base of his hair. “Does it have you in it?”

“Sure does.”

“Mm.” Logan stood on his toes to kiss him through a smile. “Then I think I’ll be fine.”

Finn made a happy sound. “You sure you’re not gonna miss that old dusty apartment of yours?”

Logan smacked the back of his head. “It was not.”

“Yeah-huh. Last time you went there was, like two months ago. It was dusty today, baby.”

“Good thing I’m not living there anymore, eh?”

Finn kissed him again. “Good thing.” He wrapped Logan up in a hug and tucked his nose into Logan’s neck. “It’s gonna be nice, having you live here. Even if we’re apart during the season. Like the thought of having you in my home.” He kissed Logan’s neck. “Our home.”

“Ouais, mon rouge.” Logan kissed Finn’s neck back. “Our home.” He pulled back to look at Finn’s face, slightly burnt across his nose from the June sun. “When are we moving some of my stuff to Gryff again?”

Finn shrugged. “Dunno. Might not be until after we get back from New Orleans. We’ve got Alex’s engagement party next week, then mom and dad’s thirty-fifth anniversary the week after, then we go down to Louisiana.” He kissed Logan quickly. “Might be nice just to chill all together here for a while. Plus, Leo loves the bakery down the street.”

Logan laughed. “Ouais, he does.” He absentmindedly ran his hands through Finn’s hair. “He’s excited to go down to New Orleans.”

Leo had been bouncing on his toes when he brought the idea up in April. He and Logan had been FaceTiming while Leo made breakfast one morning, Finn out for a run. He had looked so good, bare back lean and strong in the morning light filtering in through the kitchen windows of his and Finn’s Gryffindor apartment. Logan was in Finn’s apartment in New York, practically moved in at that point, even if not officially. Eloise and Wyatt had just been up for a brief visit for one of Wyatt’s work trips, which coincidentally coincided to a day when the Rangers played the Lions in Gryffindor. The Knuts had gone out to dinner with Logan, Finn, Leo, Kasey, Alex, and Natalie, and had vaguely brought up the idea of Leo bringing Finn and Logan home for a few weeks of training in New Orleans. Leo had been rambling about it and scrambling eggs while Logan watched him fondly through the screen.

“I could take you out to the cove, Finn loves the cove. I think you would, too. And you’ll get all nice and tan, you and your muscles, which already drive me crazy, you know.” Leo bit into a piece of bacon. “And my parents obviously love you both so much. My mother couldn’t stop raving about how handsome you were when you met her at Christmas, honestly, and she was so happy sitting between you and Finn at dinner the other day.”

Logan had smiled at the memory. After dinner, when they were all saying goodbye, Eloise had drawn him into a hug that lasted long enough for Logan to relax into it. Her arms were strong and warm, just like her son’s.

 “You make my Leo so happy,” she had whispered. “You and Finn both. He loves you so much.” She had kissed his cheek. “You’re his family, sweetheart, so you’re ours. We are so lucky to have you.”

Logan had had to try really hard to blink back the tears in his eyes as he pressed his cheek into her shoulder.

Now, in their New York apartment, wrapped in Finn’s arms, Logan felt more settled than he had in a long time. Family. 

He looked around the apartment, then back up at Finn. “Where’s Le?”

Finn looked around, too. “Dunno?”

Logan spun in Finn’s arms, his back to Finn’s chest. “Soleil?”

“In here!” Leo emerged from their bedroom. He was smiling with a stack of empty boxes in his hands. “I unpacked all your clothes for here, honey, and organized them.” 

Logan narrowed his eyes playfully. “I know what you’re doing.”

Leo shrugged innocently and set the boxes down in the entryway. “It’s probably futile. I’ll still find your socks in the dishwasher or something, I swear.” He stood and smiled at them both, stepping into their space to cup Logan’s hips. “Hi.” 

“Salut.” Logan cupped the back of Leo’s head with one hand and stood on his toes to kiss him. “Merci. For unpacking. That was really fast.”

“Yeah,” Finn agreed, leaning over Logan’s shoulder for a kiss of his own from Leo. “How the hell did you do that?”

“Magic,” Leo teased. He made a happy noise and bent to kiss Logan’s neck in a burst. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

“I’m here all the time.”

“Yeah, but officially officially here. Moved in. Forever.” Leo nudged their noses together. “It’s exciting.”

Logan smiled. “Je t'aime.”

Leo kissed him once, happy. “I love you.”

“Hey, what am I, chopped liver?”

Leo stood up straight and rolled his eyes playfully at Finn. “You know you’re not.” He shifted a bit to stand at their sides and drew Finn in for a long kiss. “I love you.”

Finn smiled. “I love you.” He wrapped Logan up tighter and bit his shoulder. “And I love you. I get two boyfriends, I’m so lucky.” 

“Hm.” Leo pushed Finn’s hair back from his forehead, then Logan’s. Logan loved when he did that- his fingers were always so gentle. “Lucky you.” He ducked to kiss them each one last time, then clapped his hands. “Okay. Next, we’ve got to make sense of the miscellaneous box. Honestly, Lo, I don’t know what to do with all those nutcrackers you collect, there’s so many of them.”

Finn barked out a laugh. “Oh, baby,” he said, walking him and Logan forward to follow Leo into the bedroom. “Welcome home.”

Logan hummed, reaching back to scratch a hand through Finn’s hair as they watched Leo mutter to himself, sorting through Logan’s, admittedly, extensive collection of nutcrackers. “Home.”

“Home.”

“Seriously, Lo, I think we might have to box these up and use them to decorate for Christmas, I don’t know what else to do with them.” A pause. “Oh! Hey, I was looking for this photo!” He held up a small picture of the three of them at All Stars, dressed up in their suits. It was the first big public event they went to together. Leo had printed it out and pinned it to the fridge.

“Oh, ouais,” Logan said. “I took that with me on a long roadie. Guess I forgot to give it back.”

Leo shook his head, standing. He was still looking fondly at the photo. “Don’t worry.” He smiled at them both. “I got the real thing right in front of me. So it’s okay.”

Logan felt himself melt into Finn’s arms. “Ouais. Ouais, it’s okay.” He let out a sigh. “I love you so much.”

Finn kissed his neck. “Forever, Tremblay. Don’t you forget that.”

“Non,” Logan laughed quietly. He let out a sigh as Leo came to press against his chest, resting their temples together. He felt something settle in himself. Home. “Non, non, I couldn’t forget that.”

[dimonds456-but-only-hlvrai]

Welcome to the AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS!

Thoughts below the cut, ID in alt!

SO: Caine is still the ringmaster, and the others may or may not be there, but for what I was specifically thinking, this is a sort of replace-the-cast thing. The most obvious two are Gordon as Pomni and Coomer as Kinger. I was thinking Bubby could be a Zooble equivalent, Benrey as Jax, and Tommy as Ragatha. Darnold would be left in Gangle's spot (though the two are nothing alike), and Forzen would have been Kaufmo.

I picked and chose names based on how weird they were GFDHJSAK

So, normal names like Gordon or Tommy got replaced, while unconventional ones like Benrey and Bubby are the same.

Leodoll is a play on Leo, meaning lion, and doll, which is. obvious.

Asher Blau literally means "happy blue." They're both Jewish names (from what I understand, PLEASE tell me if I'm wrong here), and of course Asher is a double play on Ash, like fire.

Beybend is a play on "Beyblade," while also suggesting Tommy's new flexibility

Benji Calzone is funny

Gotcher is a play on tamogotchi and Kinger's name (or, the last part of Coomer's original name)

The designs are also a play on their personalities, going off the theory for the show that that's the case (like Ragatha being a bit of a doormat and Jax being a jackass)

Gordon: Plush lion. Fierce, brave, and strong, but also a huge softie. Makes others feel better and/or safe.

Bubby: Mime action figure. Going off the idea of him being in the tube like how mimes usually start their routines pretending to be in boxes. Also his joints CAN detatch and re-attach, so something something symbolism somthing he was built instead of born something

Tommy: Heavily inspired by Betty Spaghetty. Literally really flexible, playing into the idea of him having really good instincts/adaptability.

Benrey: LEGO ass. Wanted to play into the idea of his shapeshifting, and also stepping on LEGOs sucks and you KNOW he'd find that funny. Moves like Queen Whatevawanabe (how do you spell her name?) from The Lego Movie 2. Also I liked the idea of he and Gordon being opposites: Gordon is soft, Benrey is hard. You cannot really change Gordon's appearance at all, Benrey's is MEANT to be changed, ect. I like stuff like that idk

Coomer: Tamogatchi. Easy. You ever seen Wreck-It Ralph? He moves like the Nicelanders from that movie, but with a lot more casual glitching. His speech pattern is basically identical to canon. My guy has ADHD and a terrible memory, so although he's kind, he's not super reliable. He's been here for a LONG time.

I do not know what Forzen and Darnold would look like.

Sunkist is one of those lil ducklings on wheels little kids play with, but ofc a dog instead of a duck.

If/when Joshua shows up, Gordon would be SO upset. Relieved as well, but mostly concerned. I was thinking he could either be a lion, too, cuz the idea of a lion cub is SO CUTE, but I think him being a horse makes more sense for his personality. Cowboy horsie!

Before anyone asks, yes, Gordon DOES run on all fours if he wants to be faster

I have zero idea as to where Gman fits into this. Maybe he MADE the program, I don't know.

Anyway, yeah! :)

[bluegekk0]

If anything I think you should speak more, because I love everything you write (and draw.) You've been one of my biggest inspirations to go back and give all of my ocs actual stories instead of just designs.

In fact, ever since you mentioned having non-fpk family ocs before, I have been incredibly curious.

Please feed me all of the information like a bird feeding its young, except its letters going into my eyes instead of food going into my mouth

you have no idea how much that warms my heart, i'm really flattered that you see me as an inspiration. it's all i could really ask for

i do have some ocs, yeah. though i will say, the fpk au characters are definitely outliers when it comes to the amount of personality and lore they have. most of my ocs have very basic backstories, and many of them only do because i used to roleplay as them with my friends. a lot of my original designs that i'm attached to don't even have names, let alone personalities

since i'll be posting a lot of pictures, i'll throw this under a read more so it's not too long

i guess i'll start with my oldest oc, a lion king character who used to be my "fursona" (well not exactly, since i've never considered myself a furry. but persona wouldn't fit here) years ago, back in 2012 i believe. she went through a lot of changes over the years, but i've settled on a design that i really like

her name is swahibu (used to be swahili, i wasn't particularly creative, and i changed it recently since it was a bit awkward for her to be named after the entire language hahaha), and she has a little brother named kobe. their lore isn't anything too elaborate, they're essentially scar's grandchildren who used to be outlanders, but after the events of the second movie joined the pridelands. swahibu is bitter and a bit mean, but cares very much about her little brother. she got her scars in a fight with rogue lions which unfortunately ended with their mother's death, so they're now on their own. kobe is a smart cub, and brings a bit of joy and innocence to his big sister's life. as they both resemble their grandfather more than they'd like, they're often the object of nasty comments from those who lived under his tyrannical rule, though they do eventually earn the pridelanders' respect. not much else to say about them, except that i like to hc swahibu as gay. also, they have a very simple family tree that i made to show what their parents looked like, here (might not work if you don't have a deviantart account, but i'm not sure)

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next up, there's a character i've considered my persona for quite some time, and one i used to put in many funny scenarios with my friends' ocs. he also changed the most out of all of them throughout the years, and recently i gave him a more furry like design as i hate drawing human faces haha

his name is rick, and he's a hybrid of all kinds of different animals. he's very laid back and lazy, though the fact that he's a hybrid gives him some animal-like traits and behaviors. he used to have a backstory but it's kind of stupid so i'm considering changing it, but he was basically created in a lab and then released after it was shut down. now he lives on his own with his cat, jon. he's one of those characters who are very flexible, so if i wanted to, i could modify him to fit into any scenario (for example, he used to have an assassins creed universe version which i used for roleplay years ago hahaha). not much else to say since i'm still in the (slow) process of changing him

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i also have a lot of dragon characters, most of them were made for the purpose of a larger roleplay story with my friends. in general i take 'dragon' as a very vague term, since to me a dragon can look however you want and all those classification rules are kinda stupid. but you'll still a bit of, idk, i guess a paleoart like direction for their designs, since i like speculative biology and such. also, some of these originated as heavily based on some of my favorite characters at the time, you'll see that with the first one especially

his name is stark and he's probably the dragon that has the most lore behind him. i won't go into too many details regarding the backstory since it's long and very connected to the roleplay (you know, bit of a "you just had to be there" moment haha). but tl;dr he was taken in by a village and raised from hatchling, so he's very docile and a little bit confused. the village was attacked and he was able to survive, but one of his legs was scarred pretty badly, so he noticeably limps while walking. he's a semi-aquatic dragon, so he's an excellent swimmer. funnily enough, he went through a complete "reboot" a few years ago. in the original rp, he was a massive asshole, he'd hurt others for his own amusement and was generally very aggressive and not pleasant to be around. also, he had a prosthetic leg, though i scrapped that as it was far too advanced for the setting i envisioned him in. i much prefer this direction, i love my giant himbo gator-dragon. and i wonder how many of you can guess what character was the inspiration for his appearance (it used to be a lot more obvious in his first design iterations)

(and no, his wing isn't missing. this is just to show his back haha)

these next three don't really have too much backstory to them. well, except for the first one, his name is ithaar, and he was one of my first ocs ever. he went through a massive redesign quite recently, so he has close to nothing in common with his first iterations. the other two characters, eurus and ash, were made for rp purposes quite recently, and so don't have too much lore behind them

ith is a bit of a coward, he struggles with his self-confidence and believes everyone sees him as insignificant due to his small size and inability to fly. he can camouflage, though, so he's a lot cooler than he thinks. also, he moves by hopping around like a little kangaroo. his design is very dromaeosaur-like, with short stubby arms and yi-qi inspired wings

eurus is very pterosaur-like, though much larger than even the largest azhdarchids. he doesn't like the company of others, he's a bit of a loner (with trauma!). he may seem mean on the surface, but his past experiences make him unable to walk past someone who's in need. not quite a gentle giant, though. i think it's easy to see which pterosaurs in particular were the inspiration for his design, though his crests are very dilophosaurus-like

the last one is ash, and she's the newest addition to the roster. her rp session was very short and didn't really add much to her lore, but she's generally a huge jerk who likes annoying others and stealing from them. but of course, it wouldn't be an oc of mine if there wasn't some trauma involved, and she's no exception. she believes she doesn't fit anywhere, she felt rejected by her own kind for her unnatural abilities (she can move things with her mind), and so she copes with it by being a prick. her design was inspired by junker queen from overwatch haha

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i also have four night fury characters i made during my httyd phase, and i redesigned them about a year ago to be a lot more "natural" in their appearance. they used to be quite a bit more colorful back in the day, and not in the good way haha

their names are vel'ri, sherok, atis and marivo. no real backstory, just vibes. the first one used to be my "main" character during the httyd phase. vel'ri and atis are female, sherok and marivo are male

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and lastly, some non-dragon characters. these don't really have any backstory that i think is worth sharing, but i still love them very much

this one is named rugat and they're a genderless, shapeshifting magma alien thing. i don't know what they are. i just really like their design. they're aggressive, but they have a soft spot for small, weak creatures. god knows what their reasoning is, but i thought it was a cute personality trait

and these two are named lox and bagel. they're a ragarox, an original species i made years ago when it was cool and hip to have a closed species. they're eyeless cave dwelling lizard things. very chubby. these two guys are not related but they hang out all the time. 🏳️‍🌈 perhaps?

lox, on the left, is the more active and territorial of the two. but he's also super affectionate towards bagel

bagel, on the other hand, is the couch potato. very round and chubby, 10/10

as a fun fact i like to think their long tongues have very distinct smells. lox's smells like lime, while bagel's smells a bit like blueberry

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and lastly, here are two unnamed characters. i like their designs but i haven't had the chance or inspiration to think of any details about them

the first one is an okapi-like thing. with a kitty face. the second is like a weird mix between a ceratopsid and some kind of mammal

oh and, here's some redesigns of old dragon characters that i forgot to mention earlier. they used to be very different (all but one were inspired by other characters, but you can't see it on their current designs), and i don't have any backstories for them yet. their names are also going to be changed, so consider them nameless for now

(fun fact: the top left one was one of the first iterations of eurus' design, but i decided to turn it into a different character cause i still like it)

[andthebubbles]

im back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so this shall be my full rambly review of wicked, as influenced by the very uncomfy seat, my 3.5ish hours of sleep, and the fact that i've only eaten three small things since i woke up... 7 hours ago........... (i started writing this at 8.30pm) (two mini choc chip biscuits (the arnott's ones) and a salmon cake (is that what it's called? i can't remember. it's the frozen one that you just chuck in the microwave for 1.5 mins))

FIYEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO aghhh jb made me like him. like i said in my first post, WOW I WANTED HIM, WTF @ SELF. THE CHARM WAS JUST THAT GOOD. RUDE. (ofc if he had taken his clothes/shirt off, i would've stopped wanting him............. or WOULD I. HMM ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT hmmm part 2?? haha)

i love that his horse talked. it works well for making it make sense re why he goes to elphaba later... or at least i hope it will. (because that made fuck-all sense in the musical lol.) it made excellent sense for the lion cub!! but i thought he should've cared a bit more about dillamond; however i can also see it working the way i did. so... no real complaints

i like their alternate meeting in the forest, heh. i wanna watch that again!!!

ETA: i also liked that he didn't care that she was green skfjgnkfg

ETA ETA: i also liked that they changed it from the musical; he was a bit mean there ("maybe the driver saw green and thought it meant go"); like, for fiyeraba who basically speedran their dating (they didn't date lmfao), ... yeah, fiyero had to be nicer AND perfect from the start. and intrigued by her. not sure what elphaba sees in him though.................. then again if she's like the rest of us............................. lmaoooo

i need fic about fiyero and his horse. talking to his horse. the horse ofc talking back

i NEEEEEED gliyeraba!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DID NOT FEEL THIS AFTER WATCHING THE MUSICAL, BUT I REALLY DO FEEL IT AFTER WATCHING THE MOVIE. UMMMM JUST kjsnkjfgnfg the three of them lounging about on glinda's bed, and fiyero is just soooo happy with all of them being together, and basking in the attention, but also basking in THEM, and just happy to be with them. and glinda is like 'yayyyyy' *kicking her feet* and elphie is like, <33333333333 she has proper friends for the first time in her life!!! and they have lots of threesomes. WHERE'S MY OT3

i always need gelphie, ofc. lmao glinda was coming off as real jealous on the train platform when fiyero was simping for elphie, and glinda was like, excuse me?????????????? (glinda being jealous that she was losing elphie to fiyero, ofc, skjfngkjfn)

ETA: i would also like a fix-it fic. MOREEE FIX-IT FICS SO I CAN HAVE MY OT3 LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER ... TOGETHER

still not a fan of fiyeraba. the lion cub scene, yeah that was nice, but then there was face touching and m/f things happening and HGHRHGH can we not

i said this in the other post but omg jb just fucking lit up the screen; SCREEN PRESENCE ON POINT, dancing skjfngkfjg SOOOO good, i loved seeing his flexibility, AND, i loved seeing it HERE where he should be flexible/you can see he DANCES. when you see it with e.g. anthony, lmaoooo it's like 'why can this viscount bend his back so far backwards' skjnfgkgjffgk

also his singing was just pure sex

his stupid lil wave to elphie

i really wanna watch their first meeting scene again

i really wanna watch the whole of Dancing through life again. it was so amazing

another person i thought had really good screen presence was madame morrible. i didn't expect to like her!! she was great. every time she came on screen, mannn

the girls sing realllyyyy well. i like elphie. but, i'm not sure if it's because i'm already a jb fan, but i did feel like he was lighting up the screen as much as he was. that's probably just because i'm a jb fan skjfgnfkjgk

i just smiledddddddd through his bits in Dancing through life!!! man. i know there's a version out there atm on the interwebs, i'm considering getting it just to rewatch certain bits............... the quality is a bit meh though. idk if it's worth it

i LOVED the Wizard and I. that was so lovely. made me smile. Popular was good too, and What is this feeling. actually, the bits in between sometimes were a bit, eeehhh... like i was just waiting for the next song

all the songs were really good haha. the biggest improvement from musical to film was probably Something bad?? that was actually so good now in the film. Sentimental man is still eeehhhh.

the bit with the monkeys and the pain of the transformation is iirc a LOT clearer than what it was on stage. but i think that's understandable because you don't get close-ups there

so, haha, why were there no flying monkeys when elphie and glinda were up on the balcony thing after the hot air balloon had gone down

the hot air balloon and its fiery demise was a very good excuse to continue singing and not have the viewer/me being like, ahhh hellooo? are you not being chased??

Defying gravity, the end part....................................... i mean. i think if i'd never seen the musical, i would've been fine with it. i'm pretty fine with it. i think it's fine. sometimes i think i have too good a memory of the musical, so i start comparing the two, to the film's somewhat!detriment

One short day is even more amazing in the film version. and i liked the og cameos

No one mourns the wicked was good too. i feel like all the songs improved from the musical lol........................ apart from maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe Defying gravity. i just like the seamless ending part, not the gaps in it...

fiyero flirting with everyone is EVERYTHING. pan!fiyero!!! <3

anyway if i think off more to add i will eta it here~

ETA: it was so lovely to see jb on the big screen!!!! HE HAS SUCH PRESENCE, i am genuinely considering going to see jurassic world when it comes out now lol

ETA: i LOVE the mood change from One short day to when they go into the wizard's... tower thing... and all the locking doors! ominoussss

the costumes were great btw. highlights were glinda's pink dress (the first one), the costumes that chenoweth and menzel wore, and fiyero's blue outfit with the gold (bronze?) patterns and the boots. aaaaaaaaaaaaagh

ETA: naturally with my hearing (audio processing lmao) i missed everything the horse said... where is the transcript! haha

ETA: i LOVED nessarose and boq's dance!

ETA: ohh!! why did they miss glinda's joke with the wand where she smacks it on her hand and is like "is this thing on??"

ETA: im so sorry why is the last part of the lion cub scene so funny skjfgkjfgkkg pls "you're bleeding" "am i" and then sfgfjgk why does he flinch (that could be a fic!) and then he chickens out from(?) kissing her and just runs off into the fucking woods, halp, where exactly is he taking that cub to safety???? ksjkggk does he know the secret Animal hideout; oh well maybe his horse does!!!

btw shiz is a really nice uni, architecture-wise? and the location. and the water!! and the random dried up ocean (?) out the back lmao

[d-field22-blog]

Story on DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/d-field22/art/Batman-OC-villain-1-Bengal-digital-865401975

Bio: Real name: Sarah Rachael Sollivan Occupation: Scientist(formerly) Professional Criminal Base of Operation: Gotham City Eyes: Brown(formerly) Blue Hair: Black(formerly) White Height: 5ft 8in Weight: 140lbs

Attributes: Heightened senses Flexibility Skilled in hand-to-hand combat. Mostly sticks to using her claws. Suffers from Chronic anger and Volatile anger Skilled in Biochemistry Suffers from a severe Delusional disorder Driven desire to covet her cubs and keep them away from human customs

Dream voice actress: Emilia Clarke. I don't know why. But for some reason, I can see Daenerys voicing Bengal. I can just picture her being the voice of one so demented as Bengal being voiced by someone who is "probably" already insane, though it has yet to be determined. In the books anyways, and before…well we don't speak about that train wreck here. THAT certain event(which shall remain nameless) honestly was only one of many things wrong with that dumpster fire of a show and marks many horrible things about storytelling and basic writing. Those two untalented dunderheads should be flipping burgers or operating a dump truck instead of writing. Just wow! What the hell were they thinking?!?! Martin, that rumor about the show and books better be false because there is gonna be hell to pay old man!! But I digress, I also picture her being beside Mark Hamill and Kevin Conroy(originally) voicing their respected characters. And maybe that deep within someone good and kind like Daenerys, there is an inner mad queen. And maybe that mad queen is Bengal. And in case you're wondering, she would be using her Sarah Conner voice for Bengal. She pulls an American accent fairly well.

Featured songs: Roar by Twenty One Two (originally by Katy Perry), Monster by Imagine Dragons, and Animals by Maroon 5. For Roar's case, I was originally going to use Animal I have Become but Killer Croc already took that one and made it a rule NOT to use the same song twice. The lyrics seem to fit Bengal's case well especially with the chorus. I chose this particular cover because I just liked that one better than the original. If I find other songs that fit her, then they will be added later. Monster, I feel fits Bengal especially with her time after her transformation, the animal or monster in her is only taking more control of her sanity. Animals, well you can figure that one out pretty easily.

Notes:

Her origin in a sense is similar to Man-Bat's origin.

Since the original looked a bit too human, and finding references from many talented artists who have drawn anthropoid tigers and do fine work I may add, I once again decided to use some of those elements in the new design for Bengal, I even gave her lips, well sort of. Since the outer black of a white tiger's mouth is that shade of black I decided to use that for lips essentially. So once more I say thanks for all who inspired me to make Bengal more animal.

Leo is another OC that will be done and thanks to my good friend YugiohPonyAvengers, we have developed him and many other of my rogues. Be sure to check out their bios in her page.

Her cubs have yet to be decided on what type of Tiger/Lion hybrids they will be. I know it matters on the animal's sex and all. But hey this is comics.

[cocrante]

I think Kaveh does yoga every morning and evening. I mean, sitting for long periods is stressful for the back and legs and as an architect it requires staying in that position for a long time. When you have joint pain it's hard to work properly. That's why I think he's also very flexible, if you know what I mean

[fruitcoops]

hi! i was wondering if you could do couples play truth or drink with coops and o’knutzy? i wouldn’t mind it being spicy :))

This is VERY spicy, so please be aware of that before you go in. Coops and O’Knutzy belong to @lumosinlove!

TW for many mentions of sex and alcohol

Sirius was warm, a little tipsy, and perfectly content. The carpet was soft under his palms and Remus was cuddled happily against his side from their spot on the floor; across from him, Logan was sitting in Leo’s lap with his legs over Finn’s, whose Spotify ‘gaylist’ played from the speakers. Their cheeks were all a little pink from alcohol and Sirius was glad they were staying the night instead of driving home.

“Okay, okay, new game,” Leo laughed as they gathered the last of the Scrabble pieces. The five of them had made it through a whole fifteen minutes before Remus and Finn began arguing about symbolism in Great Expectations, while Sirius sat on the sidelines deeply regretting his choice to build ‘mansion’ for a triple-word score. Twenty points really wasn’t worth the near-fistfight.

“It’s time,” Logan singsonged as he took the truth or drink cards off the coffee table, which had been pushed aside to make room for their game board. “The rules for this are a little different. Do you have alcohol?”

Sirius scoffed. “Of course we have alcohol, we’re adults.”

“Other than wine.”

“Mon dieu,” he muttered, rolling his eyes as he got to his feet and walked back into the kitchen. He returned a few moments later with a bottle of cheap whiskey he had been given on his birthday and set it in the middle of their circle, along with five glasses. “There.”

“Before we start, let’s make an agreement that whatever we say stays in this room, alright?” Finn held his hand out, palm down, and they stacked theirs on top. “No cameras, no holding back.”

“Deal. Who goes first?”

“Alright, so with the group game, there’s one judge each round,” Logan explained as he took a few cards out and put them face down. “Every card has two questions and the judge decides who asks who. They give the card to the person with the best answer, and whoever has the most cards at the end wins. Ready?”

“Let’s do it.”

Finn drew a card. “Okay, I want Remus to ask Leo the first one, and Leo asks Remus the second one.”

“Have you ever walked in on your parents?” Remus asked.

Leo groaned. “Yeah.”

“Not Eloise and Wyatt!”

“Yes, Eloise and Wyatt. Scarred me for life, that’s for sure.” Leo shuddered and took the card, immediately grinning. “This is a good one. What’s your most embarrassing sex moment?”

“I really want to drink.”

“You can’t chicken out this early!”

“Ugh, fine.” Remus ran a hand down his face, which was faintly red. “Um, it was after my first game with the Lions and I tried to ride and…” He sighed. “My legs were too tired to actually sit up.”

“No,” Finn gasped, looking like a kid on Christmas morning. “You couldn’t even get up?”

“I could get up, I just couldn’t move.” Remus tucked his knees under himself. “Like, I got to here and it was fine, but there was nothing left.”

Sirius snickered. “Almost broke my sternum trying, though.”

All three cubs burst out laughing. “This one goes to Loops,” Finn managed after a moment, wiping a tear from his eye as he handed the card over. “Oh, shit, that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. Leo, you’re up.”

“Okay…I want Cap to ask Logan the first one, and vice versa.”

Any higher power, give me strength. “What’s your favorite position, Tremzy?”

Logan grinned cheekily. “Middle.”

“Didn’t need to know that.”

“Too bad. When was the last time you had sex?”

“It would have been three and a half hours ago if your boyfriend didn’t insist on being early to everything.”

“I knew it!” Finn practically shouted. “I told you two they were fucking.”

“Did you bet on that?” Remus asked, incredulous. “Oh my god!”

“It was less of a bet and more of an assumption,” Leo corrected. “Cap, answer the question.”

“Last night.”

“That’s a lame-ass answer and I’m giving the card to Lo.”

“Bias,” he coughed, earning himself three different smacks to the shoulders. “Rude.”

“My turn!” Logan reached over for a new card. “Loops, ask Finn the first one, and Finn, ask Loops the second.”

Remus cleared his throat, took a second to laugh, and then read. “Name the person here you think I should hook up with.”

Finn snorted. “Aside from your actual fiancé?” They both turned to Logan, who shrugged. “Alright, which one of my boyfriends am I willing to hand over for a night? I feel like you’d object to sleeping with Lo because he’s basically Sirius’ brother. You and Leo are close already, which means it wouldn’t be all that awkward. Honestly, when it comes down it, I’d tap that.”

“Oh, you think you’re doing the tapping?” Remus raised an eyebrow and Finn glanced at Sirius, who grinned. “That’s cute. My turn, Harzy, hand it over.”

Finn obliged, shocked into silence while Leo and Logan cackled next to him. “Are you really surprised?” Sirius asked.

“I mean, a little.”

“Shush, you two. Finn, have you ever done anything sexual on camera?”

“Does Snapchat count?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes. Multiple times.”

The five of them looked to Logan, who shook his head. “I’m going to have to give it to Loops, who is apparently a top, much to everyone’s surprise. Sorry, mon rouge.”

“To clarify, I’m a switch,” Remus said as he added the card to his pile. “Let’s not get too hasty here.”

Sirius took a card off the stack and scanned the two questions. “Logan, ask Leo the first one, and vice versa.”

“Oh, this should be interesting. Knutty, who here do you most want to hook up with?”

“Just one?” Leo looked over to Sirius who nodded. “Fuck, I don’t know. I can’t choose!”

“Are you going to drink?” Sirius asked. “That means you lose the card by default.”

“Yeah, I’m not going to choose between my boyfriends.” He downed the shot and reached for the card. “Have you ever had an awkward sex dream? Was anyone here involved?”

“Fuck,” Logan muttered. “Yes, I have had so many awkward sex dreams and several of them involved people in this room.”

“Aw, Tremzy, I’m flattered,” Remus teased, taking a sip of his water as Logan stretched a leg out to kick him in the thigh. “Do I get to be the judge now, seeing as you won by default?”

“Get me some cards, Loops!” Finn said.

“Sirius, ask Finn question one and Finn, ask him question two.” Remus kissed Sirius on the cheek as he handed him the card.

“Harzy, what’s the sexy nickname they’ll give you in the old folks’ home? You have no idea how bad I want to know this.”

Finn winked. “Big Red.”

“That is the shittiest nickname ever. Do better.”

“Ugh, fine. Hmmm…” He hummed along to the playlist while he thought, and Sirius couldn’t help but bop a bit as well. Sue him, Gloria Gaynor was catchy. “My nickname in the nursing home is going to be Harzy because that’s already sexy. Hand it over, Cap. What’s a sexual thing you tried, but just couldn’t get into?”

“Having sex with women.” The entire group burst out laughing at that, and it took a solid minute for everyone to calm down enough to continue. “It’s true! They were all very nice and lovely, but it wasn’t quite right. Alright, Re, who won?”

“You did,” Remus laughed. “By a landslide, holy fuck. Batter up, Harz.”

“Ha! Everyone has to answer this one except me. What’s the sex skill you’re most proud of?”

“Do we just go around the circle?” Leo asked. Finn nodded and he tilted his head. “Hmm. I’m really flexible.”

“Damn right you are,” Logan grinned. “I’m most proud of my riding ability.”

Sirius did not miss the flush that came to both Finn and Leo’s faces at that. “Easy, boys. I think I’m a really good kisser.”

“That’s not a sex skill!” Finn protested. “Everyone can kiss.”

Remus huffed a laugh. “Not like he can, trust me. Um, I give top-notch blowjobs.”

Finn looked between the four of them, deep in thought. “I hate having to choose between my boyfriends.”

“You know there are two other people here, right?” Sirius asked drily.

“Yeah, but I don’t have to go home with you tomorrow and neither of you are in direct control of whether or not I get laid. I think I have to go with Logan on this one. Peanut, I am grateful for your flexibility every single day, but it’s not a specifically sexual talent.”

“We’ll see if you get to experience it ever again,” Leo scoffed, flicking him on the ribs playfully. “My turn. Logan, ask Finn the first one.”

“Okay, baby, what did you get in major trouble for as a kid?”

“Oh, that’s tough.” Finn absentmindedly ran his hand through Logan’s hair. “There was one time when I told Alex I was going for a bike ride, but he didn’t tell my parents and they thought I’d been kidnapped. Got grounded for a month after that.”

“Even though you told your brother?”

“Mhmm. Oh, I hate the way this is worded. Tell us about a time a fluid got on you during sexy times.”

Logan snorted. “Do you remember the day we found out I was allergic to dust?”

Both Leo and Finn started laughing, but Sirius shared a bewildered look with Remus, who shrugged. “Spill it, Tremz, we weren’t there.”

“D’accord, we had forgotten to clean the apartment after a roadie, so it was pretty dusty. I went down on Leo and then pulled off to sneeze right as he came, and it got in my eye.”

Sirius winced at the thought and Remus hissed in sympathy. “Yikes.”

“After we finished rinsing my eye out, we dusted the whole place and now we vacuum at least once a week.”

“Logan is the winner for this round because I still feel bad about that,” Leo said as he handed the card over. “I have never felt so guilty for coming. Lo, you’re the judge now.”

“Since the questions stayed within the triad last round, I’m going to be nice and give you two a chance to catch up,” he teased. “Cap, read Loops the first one.”

“Alright, sweetheart, what’s the strangest place you’ve had sex?”

“I don’t think a lot of people can say they’ve fucked at the rink.”

“Yeah, um, how often did that happen?” Leo interrupted, making a time out motion. “Because I thought it was maybe twice and I’m a little worried about sitting on that table now.”

Sirius winked. “Pre-game rituals, Knutty. At least once a week.”

“The Habs PT room was also interesting,” Remus mused. “They had a very heavy door, which was nice. Okay, gimme. What was your best orgasm?”

“When I wore your jersey,” Sirius answered without hesitating. “No contest. Logan, who won?”

He blinked twice before responding. “Sorry, I’m still stuck on the fact that you got off in the Habs PT room. I think this one goes to Loops.”

Sirius sighed and picked a new card. “These are incredibly similar. Um, Re and Leo.”

Remus took the card and snuggled up against his side as he read. “Leo, how much money would a voyeuristic billionaire have to pay us to have sex in his velvet blimp? That is so specific, what the hell?”

“There are two parts to my answer,” Leo said. “Number one: it would take very little actual money to get me to have sex with you if I wasn’t head over heels in love and you weren’t engaged. Number two: a hundred million dollars.”

“What?”

“He’s a billionaire! That’s nothing to him! Think of another time when you’d be allowed to fuck in a velvet blimp and get paid obscene amounts of money, Loops. I’ll wait.”

“Good point.”

“My turn. What would we do on our first date?”

“Hmm. I’m getting, like, coffee shop and bookstore vibes.” Remus paused. “Wait, we literally did that last weekend.”

“By that metric, we’re basically already dating,” Leo laughed. “Cap, who won?”

“Sorry, honey, but Leo put a lot of thought into his answer.” Sirius slid the card across the floor and Leo kissed it in victory.

Remus shook his head and drew a card. “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight. Finn, ask my traitor fiancé the first one and vice versa.”

“I’m getting punished for being fair?”

“We’re in this to win, baby.”

“Ask away, Harz.”

“How are we wrong for each other romantically? Ooo, can I answer this after you?”

“Sure. Where do I start?” Sirius laughed. “First we have the weird power imbalance if we’re still on the same team, then there’s the part where I’m super introverted and you’re painfully social, and finally you’re poly and I’m not.”

“I was going to say you’re not as kinky as me.”

Remus, who had been taking a drink of water, choked and nearly did a spit take. “Double check that before you commit,” he coughed.

Finn’s eyes widened. “Really? Again? I thought you guys were the wholesome vanilla couple!”

“Oh, honey, no,” Leo said, patting him on the arm. “Kasey made the same mistake.”

Sirius took the card from him. “This is easy. Have you ever had a threesome?”

“Take a wild guess.”

“Sirius wins that one,” Remus said. At Finn’s betrayed look, he shrugged. “Sorry, I don’t make the rules.”

“You’re literally the judge.”

“You are now, actually. The round ended.”

Finn rolled his eyes and took a card. “Loops and Logan, give it a go.”

“Loops, if we were on a desert island together, would we become lovers?” Logan batted his eyelashes and Remus laughed.

“Is anyone else there?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Sure, why not. You’re cute.” He paused and made a face. “Now that I think about it, that would be a lot like fucking Regulus and I don’t know how I feel about that.”

Sirius turned to look at him. “I hope you feel oh god, please no about that.”

“It’s a desert island!”

“Maps exist! We’ll find you!”

“Hand over the card before this gets ugly, Tremz.” Remus made a low oof noise as Sirius dragged him into his lap and placed a loud kiss to the side of his neck. “Thank you, baby. Describe the first time you had sex, including every cringey detail.”

Logan put his face in his hands. “I was a junior in high school and it happened in her parents’ basement. The school gave out free condoms—”

“You had sex with a school condom?” Remus grimaced. “I guess it’s better than nothing.”

“Yeah. Anyway, I had been crushing on her for a while, but she panicked as soon as her shirt came off and told me she was a lesbian, and that I looked exactly like the girl she was in love with.”

“No.”

“Yeah. It was so awkward. I gave her a hug and then we went and got ice cream.”

The room was quiet for a moment. “Damn,” Leo said with a low whistle at last as Remus passed the card to Logan. “Good for her, I guess?”

“I mean, she was dating the girl by the end of the year. Gay rights?”

“Gay rights,” the rest of them said in unison, breaking down into laughter as Leo took the last card.

“Bummer, everyone gets to answer this except me. Expose one of your kinks or take a shot, and you can’t repeat one that’s already been said. Nobody wins this card at the end of the round.”

“I am not opposed to a little bit of manhandling,” Logan said with a sly look at Leo.

Sirius eyed the shot glass in the middle of the circle, then decided against it. There was no way he would give up a chance to beat the cubs at this game. “Getting tied up.”

Remus gave him a surprised look. “I thought you’d take a shot.”

“Not this late in the game. Your turn.”

“Hmmm.” Remus bit his lip. “Praise kink.”

“Aw, man, that was mine!” Finn protested. Remus gave him a high five. “I guess I have to go with voyeurism, then. Whew, wasn’t expecting to say that out loud tonight.”

“Is that it? That was the last one?” Strangely, Sirius was a little disappointed. Despite the insanely invasive sex questions, it was fun to trade stories with the cubs.

“Yep. Count your cards, everyone.”

“I don’t have any.” Finn pouted.

Leo held up his single card. “Thank God for the velvet blimp.”

Sirius had two, and Remus shuffled his three. Across the circle, Logan was sitting pretty on five cards. “I win,” he said with a smug smile.

“Way to go, Tremzy.” Sirius reached over for a fist bump, doing his best not to jostle Remus. “I mean, it must have been nice having both your boyfriends here to give you cards.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Logan tossed his cards at Sirius, who grabbed a pillow off the sofa behind them and whacked him on the side of the head with it. “Oh, you’re going down.”

In the ensuing chaos, the truth or drink box and Logan’s winning cards were forgotten. None of them really cared, though; they had a pillow fight to win.

[charrwybie]

(I've seen this interview meme floating around the tag and it looks super fun so here it goes! Wyatt is not my Commander, but he's still a fun character who WOULD have fans bc he's in a band! Used to do ballet!)

INTRODUCTION

- Can you introduce yourself?

I'm Wyatt Epping - Wybie for friends! I play bass in a rock band with my friends.

- What is your gender identity, orientation and relationship status?

I'm a guy, bi, and not... availa-bly. That was Awful, sorry about that. Not looking to be in a relationship right now, either, I have some healing to do before I'm ready to try again, found that out the hard way.

- Where and when were you born?

We - mom and me that is, assume in Lion's Arch because that's where she found me as a newborn cub some twenty years ago.

- What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

I prefer to not fight, but when I have to, I prefer my staff or greatsword, and an axe for when things get close. My aunt calls me a powerhouse and I'm usually last still on my feet so I guess I'm good at dancing around the danger and hitting hard when I need to.

- Lastly, are you happy?

Yeah. Yeah. Getting there at least! I've gone through some shhhhoot that made me not happy for a long time, but I'm getting there again! Feels good.

FAMILY AND FRIENDS

- What’s your family like? What is your relationship with them?

(Wyatt laughs) I have a big and weird family by a lot of standards. I'm sure you're thinking that Epping doesn't sound like a charr name and you'd be right! I was raised by my mom, Norma, a human woman, in Lion's Arch so I definitely don't have like a charr upbringing, or a charr name even. I also have another mom who's a charr but not the one that birthed me, and a step-sister who's about the same age as me. Then there's my dads who aren't really my dads but kinda are -- it's a long story, but we're happy. Close! I love them very much and am definitely a momma's boy and a family boy.

-Have you ever ran away from home? 

No. Well yeah, when I was like four and mad about something and I got all the way to the other side of the street before running back to hug my mom and cry that I missed her.

-Would you consider marriage or having children? 

Marriage, definitely, with the right person, I -- think I want that, but it's also scary right now. Kids? No thanks. Thought I wanted some, but nah, turned out to be some misplaced emotional shenanigans. Kids are great, but not for me.

-Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

I wouldn't waste time being their friend if I did, I don't think. I can be a polite boy and act civil in any company, but I'm not gonna be friends with someone I don't like. What's the point?

-Which friend knows everything about you? 

Ordell, who is also in the band - he grew up with me and my sister and we were like an inseparable triple trouble trio, and he was kinda like our little brother but not really. Still is the same. He's the kind of friend I can talk about anything with, or just sit quietly, and it's just... comfortable. Cozy.

ASKED BY FANS  

-Are you literate? Have you been to school?

Is this a joke about bassists being dumb? Yeah I'm literate, have been to school in Lion's Arch, and did real good there. I liked school and studying and would work on ballet flexibility while doing my homework; hobbies, no matter how serious, never were more important than learning.

-The eeriest prediction you made that later came true?

Hmmm. I don't know if anything like that's happened? My mom used to call me Stormlord because I used to predict thunderstorms and lightning strikes as a kid; does that count? She was amazed that I didn't become an elementalist.

-What is something you were embarrassingly late to realize?

You know what, PROBABLY a lot of things, but I can't think of an example.

- Do you have mental health or physical issues?

Both, haha... I have seasonal allergies, a permanently injured knee that ended my hopes of dancing professionally, depression that came with THAT, aaaand PTSD from a different kind of trauma. I'm healing, though!

- What is your current main goal?

Just... To have fun! And to get a griffon, that's what I'm working on right now. We'll see, a lot of animals don't like me, and I really don't know why. I think I'm cursed or something. Let me tell you, it's not fun out there when seemingly every animal ever seems to have a personal beef with you, specifically. And I'm not talking about wildlife, I'm talking about cows and chicken and like generally friendly things.

CHOICES:

- Drink or food?

Food, unless my sister made it, in which case probably neither.

-Cats or dogs? 

Both! I grew up with both and currently have both - I have a cat called Silly - Cilantro, really - and a dog called Potato.

-Early bird or night owl? 

A little more of a night owl, I guess, though not really that either. I like sleeping.

-Optimist or pessimist? 

Optimist. Trying to be real hard at least! Mostly it's working!

-Sassy or sarcastic? 

Depends on the day and company I guess. Not a lot of either.

HAVE YOU EVER:

-Been caught sneaking out

No, but sneaking back in, yeah! (Laughs) I'd come home too late from parties or something drunk before I was supposed to be drinking and inevitably mom would catch me because I'd always get sick, or be way noisier than I thought, or, you know, both. I try to not drink enough to get that drunk anymore.

-Broken a bone

Kneecap, yeah, when I goofed my entire knee. Some toes, I think? Amazingly not anything bigger than that though.

-Received flowers

Yeah! From friends and family and dates, and fans too. I like flowers, am very allergic to some of their pollen though, haha!

-Ghosted someone

Well, yeah. Sometimes deservedly, sometimes it's been me panicking and being shitty as a result-- aw rats, there goes a coin in the swear jar... But yeah, I have.

-Pretended to laugh at a joke you didn’t get

Oh for sure. Sometimes I don't have to pretend because I'll just laugh at myself not getting it!

[circus-night-funkin-au]

Sorry I haven't been posting art. I lost my motivation for couple of days and I was also busy irl. Hopefully I can post something again soon. I'm currently sketching Tankman's design, so heads up.

Also, I had some AU headcanons I was meaning to share. So uh....

AU Headcanons time:

- Skid and Pump secretly have separation anxiety. This was caused by the deaths of Pump's parents and Skid's dad. They have fear that they'll lose one another.

- When Girlfriend was 10, she named a lion cub Simba. She always named the lions from famous cartoon lion characters.

- While Roy hates the 2 spooky bois, Ross and Robert have fondness for them.

- Mommy Mearest participated in multiple classes/activities that involve a lot of physical exertion. Like in Elementary through early middle school, she did ballet. Later in middle school she did school track meets. She always went to the gym growing up, causing her to become a flexible aerialist later on.

- Boyfriend was born with natural magic.

That's all I have for now

[devilreno]

🌌💗💝

Questions for the mun // @cosmicfyres

🌌 - What’s your favorite part of rp?

That I get to meet lovely people and engage my fantasies anddd get to share them with others! I prefer rpin with someone than writing fiction bc this way I get to interact with another muse and it’s so much fuuuun. Sharing control over what’s happening gets me excited and eagerrrr. It keeps the interest going. AND AND I loovee discussing stuff with my rp partners. It’s noice.

💗 - Do you prefer angst or fluff?

Both !!

💝 - Who are some rpers you look up to?

Oh mannn. My Waifu @sweettifalockhart I LOVE heR sO MUCH. She is my best friend and the one who’s made my Reno muse grow through the years. She’s made my rp experience on Tumblr a dream come true.

@cosmicfyres BuHH, IT YOU. I’m tagging you in your ask LOL. Honestly, I love how you’re so creative and expressive in your rps! And how far Reno and Tae have gone already. And I generally like talking to you on a daily. @lacunxa A buddy that I interact with on the regular. uvu Ever since we breezed thru TikToks together and shared art of Reno/Rude to each other, we’ve been keeping it strong ! I also enjoy our rps so much! Esp with Rude.

@sixba Tbh, I thank the universe the day ya followed me lol. WHO KNEW I’d love having Reno get his own lion cub?? But also that I love TLK and the shenanigans Simba does to get on Reno’s nerves lol It’s unique, something different from the usual rps I do and it’s great !

@sometimesrufus​ honestly... your Rufus is ideal. What else can I say? 100/10. You do him great. I like the way you portray him because he can click with Reno even better than I’d expect. And you’re flexible with ideas, we can do pretty much anythinggg we’d like.

@roseusuitta yOU, You TheRE, you the sweet bean who spoils me with Aerith and Prompto. Yes, you. I’m super glad I reached out to you at the right time and we clicked instantly ! I really enjoy our role plays and our mutual love for red/pink aeshetics hahaha. Your psds and the way you add colour to text is so aesthetically pleasing.

@greatxgospel I JUST WANNA SAY I admire how chill you are?? Honestly, you’re that one rper who is drinking tea in the background, away from the fire that is Tumblr drama. LOL  I love that. And I love your Aerith. I occasionally come across your FFXV muses too and I enjoy them just as much ! @inanisvitae and @cavusvitae are my QUEEENS. We talk often and I just love how from one event to another I met one queen then the other lol. CLASSY. I’m always curious about what Maria has in store about Seph and Briiris’ sending me stuff on Disc that legit bring a smile to my face bc they’re funny. Y’all amazin!

@xxvernalagniaxx Vesna is canon. BU And we stan her. I enjoy your art of her ! It’s so gosh darn gorgeous! I like how you have multiple forms for her to shapeshift into haha. She looks like a goddess, ngl. Ditch AVALANCHE, join ShinRa </3 We can rule the woooorld! @alastorradiodust is my big brother from another mother. 8) We don’t rp here (yet) but I wanted to throw in his url since he’s been there for me through thick and thin! And others !

[silverandarsenic-hcs]

Ghost BC X Traveling Circus AU

Another long post, im not sorry. am i gonna put a Read More link on any of these? no not ever. I had this idea while texting Nyx the other day (same day when I called all of you very sexy for still being active on this blog even tho we don’t post nearly as much as we used to). I hope you enjoy this concept as much as I do. Aside from the Papas and Copia, the ghouls are in order of the show schedule. 

Papa II: He’s the one who spends all his time alone before the show begins. He keeps his head clear, and has just one drink, and expects everyone else to organize themselves as due even when he isn’t watching. And they do. When he goes out to welcome the crowd into their space for the evening, and thank them for giving him their time for the evening, he doesn’t make eye contact with a single person. It’s not his style. He doesn’t want to make people feel comfortable, or relaxed. He wants them on their toes and that’s exactly where he’ll keep them until they get home that evening. During every act of the ghouls, II can be seen watching from the side of the ring, arms crossed, smoke a cigarette and looking vaguely displeased - though inside, he really is proud to see the ghouls do so wonderfully every night. It’s all for affect.

Papa III: Our dear boy is not only the ring master, but also director, producer, manager, talent wrangler, and resident yeller. He’s running around with an iced coffee in his hand, a headset half on his head, and a clipboard under his arm, screaming about costumes until the second it’s time for him to go. They do the same thing virtually every night, you’d think they’d finally be organized enough to do it without a mistake at least once, right? Wrong. Every night something goes wrong, and every night the girls come in clutch and fix it just before show time, and the evening is saved. When he goes out to the crowd, he’s slow, and seductive. He speaks only poignant words, and enunciates each of them so crisp the most simple of sounds sticks in your brain. The show is always 18+ when he’s the leader, and makes sure every member of the crowd knows exactly why. He introduces each ghoul before the show, and can be seen watching with a small smile on his face from just behind a curtain for every act.

Cardinal Copia: I imagine Dracopia is very similar to Ring Leader Copia, in style and in sheer Vibes. When he’s a the helm things are a little... darker. More mysterious. He keeps it PG so the shows won’t be marked 18+ most nights, but any kids that are in the crowd will definitely be having nightmares about the Copia in the Closet that evening (you’ve heard of Elf on the Shelf, now get ready for.....). It’s him who sets the tone for the whole show, and the ghouls will follow suit with their acts. He likes to take his time in the spotlight before the ghouls go on for the next two hours, but once he’s gone, you won’t see him until the very end. 

Dewdrop: however obvious, he's the guy with the fire. He starts the show after the ring leader goes off stage - starts it with a bang. The lights go low in tent, and a small orange flame ignites in the center of the stage. Before anyone realizes, an entire ring of flames surrounds him, where he stands atop a pedestal, juggling burning balls, bowling pins, and for the finale, knives. The entire crowd wonders how it's possible that he isn't burning his hands, but the ghouls keep that secret to themselves. In his pocket is a small parcel of a certain special powder, that when thrown on to the fire turn it every color of the rainbow. Sometimes if he’s feeling particularly in the mood for a show, he’ll turn the flames into something bigger, and more powerful. Something else entirely. It’s a good thing the ghouls don’t speak, so when meeting people after the show he won’t have to explain how a phoenix made from nothing but flames flew over the crowd. During the finale, the final trick, Dew throws a sword to Swiss, who catches it and while it's still burning, slips the entire thing down his throat.

Swiss: The sword swallower. After Dew's act introduces him, he puts out the burning sword with a squirt of water from his bottle, and blows the steam from his nostrils - the crowd loses their mind. Like Dew's swords, he starts off the act with the smallest in his arsenal, going all the way up to custom crafted silver blades, proven sharp to the touch with the cut of a cloth he keeps in his back pocket. Every onlooker is shocked every time he removes the sword absolutely clean of blood - how does his body do that? where does it go? Is it a magic trick? Is it all fake? They’ll never know. Until he pulls one member from the crowd to test the sword for themselves. They run their finger horizontally across the blade and prove it is sharp. The finale for Swiss’s run of the attention is when the same crowd member has the opportunity to be the one to put that very sword inside of him. They never do it right - nervous, shaking hands, if the ghouls were human all of Swiss’s organs and arteries would have been shredded by now. But the human crowd doesn’t know that, and to Swiss, it’s only mildly uncomfortable.

Ghoulettes: They're the ones who keep the show going in between every act but Dew/Swiss. Walking around in their costumes, cracking whips, making the crowd cheer and getting them excited (and a little turned on.). There's a reason this show is 18+ most nights. Some have even said they were the best part of the show. They'll occasionally pick a member of the crowd and bring them into the ring, during their own show or one of the other ghoul's. It keeps them invested. And if they get embarrassed they'll be sure to have the crowd cheer wildly for it. I don’t even have to say anything except “the girls have whips” and i already know you're imagining something better than I could ever put into words. That’s a W in my books.

Rain: Our water ghoul wows the crowd with feats of his own, no tricks, or ghoul power, or props needed. Well, maybe a little ghoul powers. After the ghoulettes return backstage, from the top of the tent descends glorious streams of blue silk, a hanging ariel ring, and a couple trapeze bars. Swiss sticks around for this part - throwing Rain up high into the air when he needs to, and catching him if he needs to be caught, but mostly just because he likes to watch this part of the slow as close as possible. The lights dim again, and Rain climbs up on the silks, amazing the crowd with merely a shred of his strength and flexibility. But everyone is absolutely silent for this part, transfixed on what’s before them. From the silks, Rain climbs up and grips the ariel bar, quickly flipping himself up to sit very pretty in the center of it. It’s a sight to see, the ring spinning slowly while Rain climbs elegantly through it, balancing himself on his hands alone. Not a single one of his movements disturbs the painfully slow rotation. From there he drops down to the ground, caught swiftly by Swiss, who then tosses him up so high into air the crowd questions if it’s really humanly possible to be that strong. Rain swings around on the trapeze bars with fluid ease, and when he finally drops down and lands on his feet, he takes a modest but confident bow.

Aether: Our leader ghoul is the animal tamer - he is used to it by now. Lions, bears, no matter what animal you give him he'll have it quickly under control. He does carry a whip, but doesn't use it for the sake of the animals, it is just for affect. The animals are incredible trained to make it look like they’re dangerous, vicious creatures, but backstage it’s not uncommon to find Aether hanging out with a tiger cub they rescued during one of their stops. He’ll make people laugh with silly physical expressions, and having the animals do fun tricks, and bring down members of the crowd to play a game with the animal. He, nonverbally, assures them that the animal won’t hurt them, and ushers them on to pet the great black bear in front of them. It usually goes well, but sometimes the bear isn’t in a great mood that night, so when Aether pulls the person out of harms way at the last second, he just looks that much better and braver. In that case, he’ll let whoever screamed the loudest have a moment to snuggle with the tuger cub. (look I know circuses don’t have animals like this anymore because animal cruelty and animal cruelty sucks. I get that do not come for me this is not real)

Mountain: The brute of the bunch. He does the most, which is why they save him for the very last. Whether he’s driving a dirt bike in circles every which way inside a small steel sphere, lifting incredible weights, or using his own strength to bed the steel of the cage he rode in, the crowd loves him. He’ll go into the stands and lift an entire bench full of grown men if he pleases. He’ll play to the girls, and lift two of them over his shoulders with only one hand on their bottoms with absolute ease - and they always swoon over him. How could you not, looking at those biceps nearly bursting through his button down. It’s a sight to see. And at the end of the show, when Mountain is done trying to pick up anyone he finds attractive, the rest of the ghouls and the ring master will come out and take a big bow while everyone cheers. With a final speech and a big thank you from Copia or one of the Papas, the lights will dim for the last time, and the show is over.

- Kat

[dvrkprinces]

CARTER BLACKTHORN ( HALF-BLOOD )

HOUSE: GRYFFINDOR

“Gryffindors are associated with daring, bravery, nerve and chivalry. Gryffindors can be cocky and reckless; they are more prone to saying something or getting into a hairy situation before thinking it through than other Hogwarts houses.”

( + / - ) chivalry, brave, daring, nerve, courage, determination

Did you know? Gryffindor strongly corresponds with the element of fire.

WAND: 13″ blackthorn wood with a phoenix feather core and slightly yielding flexibility

BLACKTHORN WOOD; “Blackthorn, which is a very unusual wand wood, has the reputation, in my view well-merited, of being best suited to a warrior. This does not necessarily mean that its owner practises the Dark Arts (although it is undeniable that those who do so will enjoy the blackthorn wand’s prodigious power); one finds blackthorn wands among the Aurors as well as among the denizens of Azkaban. It is a curious feature of the blackthorn bush, which sports wicked thorns, that it produces its sweetest berries after the hardest frosts, and the wands made from this wood appear to need to pass through danger or hardship with their owners to become truly bonded. Given this condition, the blackthorn wand will become as loyal and faithful a servant as one could wish.” — Garrick Ollivander

PHOENIX FEATHER CORE; “This is the rarest core type. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn or dragon cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike. Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalise, and their allegiance is usually hard won.” — Garrick Ollivander

13 INCHES; “Most wands will be in the range of between nine and fourteen inches. While I have sold extremely short wands (eight inches and under) and very long wands (over fifteen inches), these are exceptionally rare. In the latter case, a physical peculiarity demanded the excessive wand length. However, abnormally short wands usually select those in whose character something is lacking, rather than because they are physically undersized (many small witches and wizards are chosen by longer wands).” *wand length is quite long. — Garrick Ollivander

UNYIELDING FLEXIBILITY; “Wand flexibility or rigidity denotes the degree of adaptability and willingness to change possessed by the wand-and-owner pair - although, again, this factor ought not to be considered separately from the wand wood, core and length, nor of the owner’s life experience and style of magic, all of which will combine to make the wand in question unique.” *wand is loyal and unbending to anyone but its current master, for the most part. In this case, Christian. — Garrick Ollivander

PATRONUS: Lion

LION; “The lion, along with being the mascot of Gryffindor House, is often seen as the "king of beasts." Lions generally live in close-knit prides, which they are fiercely protective of. They are kind to cubs, sharing their food. These cats are fierce warriors, symbolizing bravery as well as strength and nobility. If your Patronus is the lion, you are likely brave, close to those in your inner circle, and extremely protective. Despite your fierceness when challenged, you have a soft spot for those weaker than yourself for whom you are willing to make sacrifices.” — MuggleNet

AMORTENTIA POTION

Fresh strawberries Sweet cream Orange blossoms The smell of the ocean in spring, right before a storm hits Warm apple pie baking in the oven while chicken fries on the stovetop Gardenia flowers The smell of new books

Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Carter Blackthorn.

[seiginotora]

Characters / The Trinity Concept - Pagan

Pagan, also known as The Cat Shaped Like A Girl, or The Louisiana Cat-Girl, is a cryptid born in 1882 in De Baca County, New Mexico. The progeny of the cryptid known as the Wampus Cat and a human male, the kitten girl was found and raised by a gunslinger named Casey McCormic, who was tasked to finding the strange creature by a mysterious figure who called himself Indrid Cold. Befriending her and naming her after his lost daughter Katherine, he was only able to care for her for eleven days, until his troubled past came back to claim his life. Before he died however, Casey urged Katherine to keep fighting for what was right in her heart, and not to let anyone find her. Taking his final request to heart, Katherine found a way out of De Baca County, and found herself in the Louisiana Bayou, where she spent the majority of her lengthy childhood.

It was only in the early 90's, when she was physically in her late teens, when her curiosity of the outside world began to tug at her. For decades she had avoided being caught by hunters who sought to find the Louisiana Cat-Girl, alive or dead. But it was a photographer who had managed to capture Katherine's curiosity. After he had given her the nickname of Pagan, named after his dead pet cat. He had left the swamps to publish his findings. But the newly christened Pagan decided to follow him into the city. From there, Pagan had gotten into a mixture of adventures and misadventures alike, becoming a wanderer who helped people who needed it, making close friends along the way as well as many enemies, both human and otherwise. Eventually, she would be met by the legendary Jeanne d'Arc herself, who offered her a place in the extradimensional peacekeeping organization known as the Secret. Always curious, Pagan accepted the offer, and found herself a new home in the Waystation's district of New Iroquois, becoming something of a celebrity as she would found a orphanage in one of the smaller towns.

Pagan represents the Aspect of Love, as a part of Trinity Terra alongside Jeanne and Kuroi Widow.

Tropes as portrayed in media:

Adorkable: Having lived most of her childhood out in the wilderness, Pagan isn't very sociable around other people, often quiet and a little shy. She's even a little childlike at times, and often overexplains bits and pieces of her life in often embarrassing ways. Even living out in the open in the Waystation hasn't nullified any of these qualities, as she's unprepared for the very notion; she's USED to her previous life hiding from people.

Burger King Register Operator: W-would you like a combo with that?

Pagan: Combo? What's that? I usually get yourr fish from the dumpsters late at night so I don't know what "combos" arre.

Animal-Themed Superbeing: Cat. More specifically, a mountain lion.

All-Loving Hero: Every action Pagan takes is built from love itself, whether it's protecting innocent lives, fighting monsters, or even ready to lay down her life to save others.

Berzerk Button: May whatever God you believe in help you if Pagan finds out you've harmed... or worse... KILLED, any children.

Beware The Nice Ones: Pagan is sweet and kind to anyone she calls friend. Just don't get on her bad side.

Cat Girl: Pretty obvious, this one.

Catchphrase: "I am currious."

Cats Hate Water: Inverted; having lived in the Louisiana Bayou, since a lot of it is water to begin with, Pagan is more than used to swimming in it.

Color-Coded Characters: Pagan often wears red, as it reminds her of the story of Red Riding Hood... the original story, where the titular character dies at the hands of the Big Bad Wolf. It reminds her that humans needs to be protected from such monsters and that she'll be the one to protect them.

Cute Little Fangs: Pagan has them, and when she's being adorable, they're quite the feature.

Cute Monster Girl: Yep. Definitely that.

Deceased Parents Are The Best: While technically not her real father, Casey McCormic was the best father figure Pagan could ever have in the eleven days they were together, teaching her the fundamentals of right and wrong that she adheres to to this day.

Does Not Like Shoes: About 95% of the time Pagan is always barefoot; having stated that shoes are uncomfortable against her toe claws. She could always wear sandals, of course, and she does when she has an image inducer on to appear more human. But once the inducer is off, so do the sandals.

Femme Fatalons: Pagan was born with sharp claws on her fingers and toes, and more often than not uses them as her primary weapons; she has twin daggers too, but she only uses those if her claws can't get the job done.

Forgotten Birthday: Inverted, as it's PAGAN who often forgets her own birthday, and it's her friends who remind her of it, often by throwing her a party. Which shows just how cherished a friend Pagan truly is.

Friend To All Children: Pagan adores children, and will protect them with all the ferocity of a lioness protecting her cubs. She even has an orphanage set up in the town of Doublehead in New Iroquois called Pagan's Pride, where she takes care of children whose lives are upended by ill fate.

Half-Human Hybrid: She is said to be the near-perfect hybrid of human and feline, her very DNA held together by ancient magicks.

Healing Factor: Pagan heals faster than a regular human, having survived being impaled by her own blades, and even being riddled with bullets. Some injuries heal slower or faster than others, depending on the severity, and she's unable to regenerate missing limbs, organs, or brain cells.

Hopeless With Tech: Type 2; Pagan knows how a cellphone works at least. But that's about it. And sometimes she can't tell some devices apart.

Pagan: This is so confusing. Oseiko, I've been trrying to text Jeanne all day but therre's no rresponse!

Oseiko: ... uhm... Pagan, that's a calculator.

Ironic Allergy: Pagan is allergic to catnip. While it can still get her high, she also can't stop sneezing when she's around it. Mostly played for laughs.

Literal-Minded: Tied in to her adorkable personality, Pagan sometimes doesn't quite understand figurative speech just yet.

Moonhowl: Okay, girl. Fess up now. Three kids. All girls. Just admit it. Your biological clock is ticking.

Pagan: I don't own a clock.

Ms. Fanservice: Between Jeanne and Kuroi Widow, Pagan's choice of attire is a bit more form-fitting and lacking of armor. But considering she's tougher and quicker than a regular human it can be argued she doesn't really need armor all that much.

My Instincts Are Showing: Pagan will often walk on her hands and knees and sit on all fours, brush her head against someone's leg, blink her eyes slowly around someone she trusts, etc. All the telltale body language that cats usually exhibit.

Noble Savage: Living most of your life in the Louisiana Bayou tends to do that, though she still protected people from being attacked by any of the wildlife there.

Non-Malicious Monster: Pagan would argue that she's not even a monster, just an animal. Even so, humans who don't know her wouldn't see her that way, and may be afraid or even attack her, even though she has vowed to protect them from monsters that WOULD kill them.

Parental Abandonment: The Wampus Cat, Pagan's mother, abandoned her when she was only a kitten; her human father never even knew she existed.

Proportional Aging: Pagan ages approximately every six and a half years; having been born in 1882, as of 2020, she would be 138 years old, though physically she looks like she's in her early 20's.

Shameless Fanservice Girl: Pagan dislikes clothing and would love to just go around naked all the time since she WAS naked throughout her childhood in the Louisiana Swamps. But for the sake of her friends and passers by she wears clothes out of simple courtesy.

Super Reflexes: Pagan has incredible reflexes, able to dodge most attacks rather effortlessly, and also shows incredible flexibility, especially when slipping out of restraints that would've easily held a normal human.

Super Senses: Pagan's senses are about ten times as keen as an average human's, and about five times that of an average cat's. She is able to see in the dark due to feline-like night vision, and she's also to smell pheromones allowing her to read emotions of others on a basic level, and can easily tell when someone is lying to her from sensing said pheromones and hearing their heartbeat.

Super Strength: Pagan can lift up to nearly 950 pounds. Considering how much muscle definition she has she looks like she could easily rip someone apart to begin with, if she wanted to, that is.

Super Toughness: Pagan's physiology makes her much tougher than an average human. Her body is able to withstand great impact forces and blunt trauma that would severely injure or kill someone else, though she is far from invulnerable.

Trrrilling Rrrs: Pagan trills when she speaks, much like how a cat would purr.

[peaches-of-1]

(BTS) Golden Lover: Chapter 4

Namjoon x Black!Reader

High Fantasy, Magic, spells, gods and goddesses

Mstrlst in bio!

Everyone was dressed up for the festival today. The stage had been built and tested all day yesterday. You, Jimin, and Hoseok were dressed in the traditional wear of both your cultures. What you wore was a stylized hanbok as did they. The word felt fun on your tongue. Hanbok. The fabric was heavier than you had expected, but you’d change into your regular celebratory clothing soon after the performance.

It was a stunning display of flexibility and skill from the three of you. Every once in a while there would be a collective “ooooo” or “ahhhh” from the audience. Bare feet moved to every perfect rhythm and every beat. You smiled with every turn and every leap. Your heart started to pound with the drums. Then it was over with a solid pose, a grin, and heavy breathing.

There was applause as the three of you bowed. That was just the opening of the festival, so your father announced in his regalia that it had officially begun after all the ritual rites had been completed. There hadn’t been much joy in the kingdom for what has felt like years.

Your hair had been taken down from their twisted state and had shrunk to its usual size. You put on your more free flowing outfit and your crown which featured cat ears. Your people tended to call you by your middle name, and you smiled at them as they did. Even as your eyes searched for one prince in particular.

They had all dressed so nicely today. Of course they would have.

“Princess!” An overactive voice called you. Prince Jin bowed. “May I have the honor of spending this evening with you?”

“Maybe not the whole evening, but you shall have my attention for the next hour. I have an important decision to make.”

He smiled, “Then I hope to be a part of it.” The oldest prince offered you his arm.

Jin took you to a stall where the two of you were served large mahshi alongside koshary. The two of you shared the meal while he described each bite in detail. He told you about the Korean dishes these would go great with and that he would love to make it for you sometime, perhaps have it served at your wedding.

“Wedding. Jin--” You started.

He looked up at you with cheeks full and an eager glint in his eyes. You had to tell him the truth.

“Prince Seokjin, my heart is not with you. I refuse to marry someone for the simple purpose of financial gains and protection.”

The disheartened prince swallowed, “I see. Is it with my brother Namjoon, then?”

You looked at the plate in front of you, “...I believe so.”

“Then I shall make sure you have his, too. Let’s finish our meal, Princess.” He smiled at you kindly.

Jin became more of himself than an heir, telling you jokes every chance he got. Sometimes it got lost in translation, but the way he told them made you laugh along with the goofy prince nonetheless. Once the meal was over with, you two walked. Seokjin told you several childhood stories about Namjoon.

If you were being completely honest with yourself, you were grateful the prince was being more open. It made you feel closer to him. Still, your heart was not with him as much as you tried. And you wanted it to be for your people. How much would it hurt your heart, though? To be married to the brother of the one you truly loved?

It’d be a pain greater than death.

Yoongi approached with a lion cub in his arms. He had visited earlier, and Muharib had placed this little girl in his lap. Seemed so very small, perhaps the runt of the litter. The prince asked for information in taking care of the tiny beast in order to let her grow up nice and strong.

“Please excuse me, Prince Jin.” You bowed to him.

He did the same, “By all means. I know how much these cats mean to you.”

You and Yoongi spoke in a hushed tone as to not wake the sleeping lion cub. He asked if these things extended to real children which made you laugh.

“It seems as though you’ve heard about my reputation here.”

“Healthy babies and less maternal deaths. I’m sure whoever gets to wed you will be most grateful for those gifts having come from you.”

You smiled, “I have an odd question.”

“What about?”

You bit your lip, “I am simply curious, but has Prince Namjoon ever been involved with anyone before?”

“Once, but she married a rival nation in order for there to be peace among their nations. They wrote until she ended contact with him. It’s been nearly 6 years, but he knew his love didn’t lie in someone so close to him. It would’ve been the smart marriage. Not the right one.”

“You speak as though you know what the right one would be for him.”

He grinned and his eyes did that silver gleam, “I have an informed notion.” Then Yoongi bowed. “I am glad that the black cat made it back safe with Namjoon the other day.” and he left to prepare proper transportation for his pet.

Your dance partners soon met up with you once more and spoke of the praise they had been receiving from the performance. There had been such words said to you throughout the night, but most knew what this night meant and let you be courted in peace. You asked about Prince Namjoon’s whereabouts.

Hoseok spoke, “Not sure where he went, but I saw him earlier. He said you looked quite beautiful in our traditional garb.”

Despite you knowing better, you let yourself blush, “Did he now? I hope I someday get to see him in mine.” You covered your mouth. “By that, I mean that I think he’d fit the look quite well or that he’d...oh my.”

Jimin laughed, “You’re quite adorable, Princess. A part of me does wish that we were a better fit for one another, but my eye does tend to wander from time to time.”

The three of you passed a group of young men with their dark chests bared to the outside and covered in sweat to the unending heat. White skirts were clasped at the hips in gold. Prince Jimin made unwavering eye contact with them as he brushed his hair back and licked his lips, unable to hide the smile they formed.

“This seems like the place where they do it the most, Jimin.” Hobi laughed. “Or what was the nickname that man from earlier gave you?”

“The one at the river?” The smaller man asked.

Hoseok nodded, and you listened with intrigue.

“Chim Chim.” Speaking of which. He waved at a tall man with cleancut curls.

A past suitor of yours.

“Tony!” He called out and left you two to join him.

Hoseok and you then saw Taehyung who showed you his painting that he began of the boat and the river. The three of you sat with each other and watched Jungkook sing a song he had prepared for today. Again you asked the location of Kim Namjoon. Your heart cried out for him so much more than your mouth did.

His younger brother replied, “He’s performing next, so I’m guessing he’s behind the curtain there.”

You looked for the outline of the tall gats the princes wore but could not see it. Namjoon was not behind that curtain. He couldn’t have been. You ate your words as he walked onto the stage in outfit similar to what your father wore. Many men wore this type of outfit. Shirtless with heavy jewels imbedded into a wide golden collar, but this was the first time you ever truly enjoyed the person wearing it. You swallowed.

His eyes darted across the audience, “I was asked by the Princess herself to prepare something for this night of festivity. I truly hope this pleases her…” He made eye contact with you. “I hope this pleases you, Princess (Y/N).”

He unrolled a piece of parchment and began to recite the words in a rhythm your ears did not know but loved all the same.

Is this love? Is this love? Sometimes I know Sometimes I don’t The next line What should I write? So many words are circling me But I don’t like a single one I just feel it Like the moon always rising after the sun Like nails growing, like trees shedding their leaves When winter comes You’re the one To turn my recollections into memories Before I knew you My heart was only in linear motion I’m just a person, person, person You erode all my sharp edges You make me Into love, love, love We’re people, people, people Among all of those countless linear lines My love, love, love When you sit on top, you become a heart I live so I love I live so I love Live & love, live & love Live & love, live & love I live so I love I live so I love Live & love, live & love If it’s love, I will love you You make I to an O I to an O I found out because of you Why “person” and “love” sound similar You make live to a love Live to a love I found out because of you Why a person must love as they live The distance between I and U is far but Forget JKLMNOPQRST I went past all those letters and reached you See, “me” and “you” are the same too Though that doesn’t mean I am you I want to be a part of your page I want to interfere in your story As your lover I’m just a person, person, person You erode all my sharp edges You make me Into love, love, love We’re people, people, people Among all of those countless linear lines My love, love, love When you sit on top, you become a heart I live so I love I live so I love Live & love, live & love Live & love, live & love I live so I love I live so I love Live & love, live & love If it’s love, I will love you What if I went away, what would it be like? If I leave, would you be sad? What if I wasn’t me, what would I be? Would you leave me? A blowing breeze, breeze, breeze Hoping it’s not like that A passerby person, person, person Hoping it’s not like that I feel so blue, blue, blue Do you know how much I How much I You’re my person, person, person You’re my breeze, breeze, breeze You’re my pride, pride, pride You’re my love My only love You’re my person, person, person You’re my breeze, breeze, breeze You’re my pride, pride, pride You’re my love My only love

He had confessed his feelings for you in his poem, his spoken song. You knew for sure this was the truth. The pounding of your heart and the shortness of breath at this reveal made if hard for you to think. Your feet were moving before your mind. To him. You took the ankh necklace you wore for this occasion and put it around his neck.

“Kim Namjoon, will you be my King?”

“Of course, my Queen.”

You felt so happy that you could cry. Instead you got on your tip-toes and kissed your future husband on the lips as he held you around the waist and cupped your face at the same time. There were cheers all around. Iset and Asir hugged each other, glad for their friend. You’d be marrying for love. You’d be marrying the one you loved.

And so would he. It was as if he’d hadn’t loved anyone before.

[fictionalcharacteranalyses]

Me!

Hogwarts House: Primary Hufflepuff, Secondary Gryffindor

I was sorted into Gryffindor when I was a twelve around when Pottermore was first launched and then I took it again when I was sixteen and I got Hufflepuff, this was after they redid it but also I had changed a lot in those four years.

Ilvermorny House: Pukwudgie

Personality Type: INFP

82% Introverted, 85% Intuitive, 79% Feeling, 76% Prospecting, 69% Turbulent  

Wand: Apple wood, Dragon Heartstring Core, 12 ¾ length, Slightly springy flexibility

Patronus: (Unclear)

Pottermore — Dragonfly — (According to Mugglenet.com) The dragonfly is steeped in illusionary magic. The abilities to create a strong, almost "hypnotic" outer shell for the world, see beneath your own illusion and those of others, and gain strong mental clarity are common traits of the dragonfly. It is also a messenger, carrying with it messages from the past, far distances, and the spiritual realm. Dragonflies are representative of what it means to be light, reflective, and full of joy - in all senses of the words. Dragonfly medicine tends to be very emotional and passionate, often accompanying a great revelation or discovery of self. This Patronus may be tiny, but its spirit is enough to battle any Dementor.

Heywise — Stag — Stags are known for their bravery and leadership. They are bold and stand their ground. Friends are in awe of your courage, which enemies can never match.

Buzzfeed — An Otter — You’re the “smart one” among your group of friends and you’ll do anything for the people you love, even if it means getting in trouble. You’re a realist and appreciate a good book filled with knowledge and facts.

Brainfall — Elephant — With a friendly and loyal nature, you’re a friend to many and enemy to none. Just don’t let your happy-go-lucky attitude come across naiveté.

Howstuffworks — The Stag — You got the stag, which is the same as Harry and his father, James Potter. Having the stag as one’s Patronus symbolizes fearlessness and strength. You are very much an adventurer who is always ready for actions, but sometimes you take action without thinking. Although others may see you as reckless, your intuition has rarely steered you in the wrong direction. Your heart is pure, despite the many temptations that come your way.

Personal opinion — Some mythical creature, maybe the Loch Ness Monster or the Kelpie.

If not, a Badger or a Tasmanian Devil (Both loyal, adorable, but if provoked can be very dangerous, I mean Badgers literally eat snakes for breakfast and unless the Eagle gets lucky, the badger would win. A badger would only win against a lion if the bager was very lucky and the lion was injured, sleeping, or a cub but badgers have even been described by the Guinness Book of Records as "the most fearless animal in the world" and are capable of fighting off larger predators like lions.)

Or maybe a fox (they're not as Slytherin-like as you think, I think their usual folklore mostly in Japan where they're seen at Kitsunes [literally Japanese for "fox"] which are tricksters but they are also seen as faithful, kind guardians. Foxes are quite loyal, they're usually not vicious unless provoked, and they are considered cunning and clever but scientists actually think this may be due to their natural uncanny ability to use the magnetic field to hunt their prey. Also, in like 2011, archaeologists found a 16,500-year-old body with a fox with the remains which suggests that maybe foxes as pets predated even dogs, which were though to be the first pets.) They're still quite sneaky and guaded which is me. I consider myself an eccdentiast which means I laugh to hide my pain. So much so that I actually relate to the Joker better than Batman (I don't like Batman very much, he's not a good role model with his black-and-white morality view of things and immediate reaction is to break someone's jaw.)

Mugglenet only has Badger though as Tasmanian Devils are usually only recognized due to Looney Toons’ (Frankly slightly offensive representation of ADHD as a girl with ADHD) character, Taz. — The recognizable mascot of Hufflepuff House, badgers represent determination. Badgers mostly keep to themselves but are aggressive when threatened. Connected to the earth, the badger is grounded and celebrates individuality. This creature’s stubbornness and instinct to protect make it a formidable enemy for Dementors!

Notes: I tend to fall in love with fictional male characters who are either neurodivergent or broken. I know that’s terrible but I believe that being broken can either make you just like who broke you or being better than them and proving that you don’t have to put down others just because you’re unhappy with your life.

Here's a list of the characters I’m in love with: Isaac Lahey, Jason Todd, Steve Harrington, Campbell Bain, Spencer Reid, Tenth Doctor, Julian Devorak (From the mobile game, Arcana), Kol Mikaelson, Theo Raeken, Arvin Russel (Despite not seeing the film, Devil All the Time), Crowley, Peter Vincent (From Fright Night), Honestly quite a few of David Tennant’s characters, (And I want to do a little note on Camping, oh my gosh, I never thought I could hate a Jennifer Garner character so much. I love Jennifer Garner in Thirteen Going on Thirty and Love, Simon, those are the only two that come to mind right now.)

But Isaac Lahey is honestly my perfect man, he’s loyal, sweet, and a little broken (thanks to his abusive father), but he doesn’t let that turn him into a bad person yet he’s not completely pure of heart and unlike Scott is willing to let people die if they deserve it (Aiden and Ethan) but was willing to do it Scott’s way. Even though his dad broke him physically and mentally, he still loved him and didn’t fight back, he was still scared of the abuse. He’s brave and protective of those like cares about and he’s not cocky (I mean he was for a few episodes but he had gotten the power of a werewolf after being so powerless for so long.

As the actor put it when asked if he could change one thing about the world: “I would honestly, this is honestly what I would do, I’d put women in charge of every country in the world.”

He is protective to the point of violence (towards those who did the harming), he’s emotional, and doesn’t feel the need to prove his manliness by being tough and emotionless like Jackson does and I feel like masculinity in a man (as in the most common term, meaning manly being tough and never showing emotion) is quite irrelevant these days. I'm a girl and have little to none femininity. I hate dresses, I hate the color pink, in middle school because people kept calling me cute, I kept my hair in my face to hide it.

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