#no cause like I genuinely liked their new outfits more than their old ones

[morurui]

Me watching the camp fam change into new outfits for 10 minutes and then immediately change back

[yandere-romanticaa]

art credit. // I was greatly inspired by this post by the lovely @yanderenightmare so, I'd like to add my own little take on it, but only focusing on Dabi and Hawks because I'm just in that mood.

The good and bad cop routine is something which would take ages getting used to. The sheer amount of whiplash and pressure which is being put on you on a daily basis is too much, it's too fucking much and you have no time to process any of it as you are forced into this new life without any sort warning. On the few rare occasions in which you are graced with the rare bliss of solitude, you sit at your new home and just think. Ponder. Scheme. You allow the luxury of fantasy to take over your mind - you run out of the front door, barefoot, broken and scared. Bruises, cuts, burns and plenty of other injuries litter your body like a stained canvas, old and used. You could already feel the aching of your unused muscles as they would scream at you to stop, lungs heavy with the need to just breathe you but you cannot because if you do they would find you and drag you back however they damned pleased.

In this fantasy, you managed to escape. The soft green grass touched your toes, the warm sun felt hot but incredible against your tired skin. It felt as though it was giving you a Welcome back! greeting as you would make your way towards the train station, with nothing but a few bucks and some pathetic excuse of an outfit on you. You had nothing but you could manage. Anything was better than being forced back into that Hell.

You let out a long sigh as vivid imagery engulfed you, it felt so real. There you were, out of the country and lost to civilization somewhere far, far away. Grunt and manual labor would be beyond difficult to start with but it was the best possible option as it would give you little to no attention. Besides, it would take ages for your abused body to get used to it, which would probably dock your pay a little but you didn't mind. Oh how perfect of a life that would be, with no one around to bother you ever again. Perhaps in a few years if you felt like it, perhaps you could step foot in a crowd without the paranoid fear of someone peeling your skin off with white hot flames of fury and jealousy.

Dabi's touch became like a second nature to you and you hated it. Whenever he could he would grab you and just press you close to him, not caring at all about any personal space. He was tired and bored, behave and he'll be good to you, maybe. Keigo would proceed to reprimand him for his attitude but you knew damn well that he was no better than the villain.

He too would take you if he had the chance. Frankly, you were never sure what you were more keen on - Dabi's devilish honesty or Keigo's sweet suffocation. Neither option was good but Keigo felt like a lesser evil, something you could manage with a kind word or two.

You couldn't help but to grunt as your eyes fluttered open. Looking around, the apartment was still vacant. Damn it all, you couldn't even fantasize without even thinking of the two.

Oh how happy they would be if they knew that fact.

You could already hear Dabi's satisfied grunt as he pulled you close to his chest, his touch rough and unforgiving. That's right you should be thinking about him, you should be worried about what he might do to you because mercy is not in his vocabulary. Despite his constant teasing and bullying, Dabi was in no mood for games. Sure, he was a sadist who took genuine pleasure in watching you squirm and cry, particularly if it was caused by his hand. His awful burns would take forever to heal, he sometimes wouldn't even allow them to heal. That was his own personal way of claiming you, putting his own little stamp of ownership somewhere visible. As stated, mercy is not something he is familiar with.

A kinder touch is more up to Keigo's speed.

Despite the beautiful wings on his back, the man was no angel and he was not guiltless. He was just as bad as Dabi but his own obsession simply manifested in a completely different manner. Instead of hurting you, the pro hero preferred to be doting and kind. Oh how he ached to touch you but whenever you would flinch away hurt him so badly, but he never put the blame on you. Horrible, mean Dabi was the one who messed you up, which meant that it was Keigo's job to fix you. The blonde just loved to bathe you, his fingers gently massaging your scalp as the scent of shampoo would fill his nostrils, a scent he hand picked in hope that you would like it.

They took so much from you. He had to make it up somehow.

It was during these vulnerable moments where he tried to get you to open up to him. There were times when he managed to do just that and have a proper conversation with you. He stored those precious memories deep inside his heart and he would replay them constantly in his head as he was out on patrol.

He couldn't wait to get home. Did you start to see him as desirable? A person of safety? God he hoped so.

There was no way out of this arrangement he made with Dabi, there just wasn't. It was hard to manage but it had to be done. Keigo felt bitter about the fact that Dabi was the one who spent most of the day with you. Keigo was unfortunately tied down by his hero work and public duties, which meant that he had to be extra careful about his activities with you. He couldn't risk the public knowing about you, it was too dangerous.

As for Dabi, he danced on a strange line of being allowed to do whatever he wanted while also somehow being able to do nothing. On paper that makes no sense but Dabi is just that kind of guy. He can have you for himself for the whole entire day but if you were spotted with a nefarious criminal such as him, he would be in deep shit. He was skilled enough to take care of this whole ordeal but still.

The relationship you have with these two is rocky. It's like trying to pick a rose and trying to avoid the thorns, only to end up getting pricked by an even bigger thorn. No matter where you go, run or hide, they are always there. Not even your own mind was safe.

[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

nah cause wait price and the reader fucking in the bathroom of marissa’s bar……idk if she’d do that to her friend marissa but still it’s lowkey hot as fuck 😭😭😭😭

A/N: Oh anoooooon this is sinful in more ways than one🫠 A little filler until the next part of the main sunshine!universe chapter is published.

SUNSHINE UNIVERSE MASTERLIST

—Okay, so I definitely think sunshine!reader and Price would be apprehensive to sneak off and have some ehm... fun during normal hours and when the rest of 141 is there, ’cause you know, you wouldn’t hear the end of it from Marissa and Price would probably not take such a chance with his menaces' of mates around for a similar reason

—But just imagine you're helping Marissa for the night, stepping in on her late closing shift, as she and Johnny have a date planned (bc after my last request regarding those two, it's canon they're dating now) and you and Price are well into your relationship

—You dress up in something that you're not too afraid will be damaged, stains and whatnot something you'll have to count on behind a bar, so after rummaging through your closet, you settle on an all-black outfit, suit pants and a short-sleeved slim turtleneck

—When you step into the pub, you immediately greet some of your co-workers for the night, all of which you'd met previously and got along well with thanks to your friendship with Marissa and sometimes helping out at the pub, like tonight

—You fall into your old routine quickly, flashing smiles and mixing drinks, putting on a show for whoever came up to the bar and ordered something that wasn't a beer or plain drink

—Imagine Price coming towards the end of your shift, about an hour or so left

—You spot him when he steps into the bar, a quick glance to note the new customer only to be pleasantly surprised by him, seeing you hadn't thought you would see him until after closing, as he'd said he would come get you after the shift

—As he sits at the end of the bar, you're by him in an instance, greeting him swiftly, deciding against leaning over the bar to plant a kiss on his lips in favour of professionalism

"You're here early". Your hand are clasped together, leaning on the bar, his finger brushing yours as he sits similarly on the other side of the counter. "Decided to come and keep you company". You smiled at that. It was getting late and the pace was slower. In the past 30 minutes, many of the customers you didn't recognise trickled out, only the regulars still around, and you'd called out goodbyes to more and more co-workers. "Well you don't hear me complaining", you reply and he chuckles at that. "Didn't think so".

—You and Price fall into a conversation about how both your days have been until one of the older men rises from his seat and you excuse yourself, knowing he would order another round for his mates

—It's something about the way you talk to the man, and anyone else that comes to order afterwards, that makes Price transfixed, eyes always on you rather than the glass of coke you put in front of him just out of hospitality

—You don't flirt with them, of course, even if some may drop a flirty comment here and there. You're all smiles, some are more genuine, while others are, what he comes to recognise, your service smile. And still, there's always the same glint in your eyes when you pitch a pint or mix a drink.

—Price finds himself sitting with a smile as he follows you, but something grows in his belly, a warmth unfurling as blood slowly gets diverted further south, he knows what it is but can't do anything about his desire flaring to life, it's just something about you at the moment that urges the reaction.

—And he can't help himself from perking up when he catches you informing the patrons they can enjoy their drinks in peace if you can start some of the closing procedures, the old chaps are all jovial laughter and appreciative smiles as they reassure you that it's fine, they'll be out of your hair when you return.

— When you come back to him, this time on the same side of the bar he sits at, kissing him on the cheek and saying you'll be back in a bit, swiftly disappearing down the corridor towards what must be some staff backroom, Price can't help himself to stand from his seat.

—He tries to convince himself he follows you because he wants to offer his help, but the uncomfortable tightness over his crotch calls bullshit, especially when he sees you bent over, shifting some boxes of bottles, the glass clinking together.

—In a few large strides, Price is swiftly standing behind you, instantly hooking an arm around your waist, hauling you towards his chest.

—He feels you stiffen, hand gripping his lower arm, instinctively trashing until the two of you stumble through the door he'd push you towards, the staff bathroom, and you see him in the mirror.

—He isn't a fan of quickies, he likes to take his sweet time with you, taking care of you good and proper, the foreplay as exhilarating as finally bottoming out inside your pretty and wet cunt.

—But in this instance, Price can't help himself, thinking with his cock throbbing for release rather than his head, something about you tonight making him lose all semblance of the control he likes to keep, thankfully he at least remembers to lock the door behind him and that there still are people down the hall.

"We gonna do this quick". His face is pressed close to yours, blue eyes locked with your wide eyes in the mirror as he husks the sentence straight into your ear. "Be a good fuckin' girl and stay still". You shiver as John let his hand fall, swiftly joined by the other, hands jerking your pants open and rucking them down the swell of your ass. 'I adore when you're sweet on me, John, but I-I also like when you're rough, just, you know, take what you want sometimes'. He remembers your words clear as day despite it being ages ago you'd uttered them. He wouldn't try this otherwise. Even so, he remained attentive to your reaction for better or worse.

—As your panties joined your pants around your lower thighs, neither pair cared about being pushed down any further than needed, Price would swiftly start circling your clit, wasting no time teasing you, making you jolt against him and whimper.

—His hand would shoot up, covering your lower face and mouth with his big paw and whisper into your ear, 'gotta be quiet for me love', as he uses all the knowledge he’d gathered about your body to make you feel as good as possible

—While working your core into a weeping mess, he would be rutting against your ass, hard as a rock, making you grow even wetter as your head hangs, basking in the sudden onslaught of pleasure 

—He would pull away suddenly, stepping away from your body, making your head rise. As you watch him in the mirror, you catch some of his hurried movements following the sound of his zipper

—He would swiftly step into your body, pressing you tight against the sink, its edge pushing into your lower abdomen. His cock press against your upper thigh, hot and throbbing

"So fuckin' pretty tonight I couldn't help myself", you're mindful enough to silence your moan into a forced breath through your nose, lips in a tight line as he grips his cock and runs it up and down your slickness  ”John”, you whine when he runs his cock up and down your slickness, immediately earning the muzzle of his palm again. He hushes you before pushing into you, both of you grateful he’d covered your mouth, seeing how the lack of proper stretching makes you moan unabashedly against his palm. Your breath is a hot, dragged-out puff of air and Price feels your mouth hanging open beneath his hand, your cunt clutching tightly around him at what he know is a burn-like pleasure from the stretch. And he can’t hep himself from harshly kneading your bared hip as he fold forwards, lightly biting your shoulder, eyes scrunching together in concentration to not make a noise hhhimself as you feel like a wet, hot vice around him.

—Price would work himself into you as slowly as possible concerning the time pressure, but as soon as he bottomed out, he would start rutting against you

—Your clothes silenced the slap of skin, but if anyone would pass the door, they would undoubtedly know something was going on inside, which only made Price thrust quicker into you, the situation dawning on him in a mix of concern of being caught and thrill induced pleasure

—You would go slack as you felt his thrust get harder, brushing against something making your lower belly tingle and legs quiver, forehead resting against the mirror that swiftly fogged from the proximity

—Price would lift himself slightly, changing the angle just a smudge in his thrust in his now upright position, immediately catching how the vibrations forming beneath his hand increased and your back arched the best you could from being bent over the sink

—And then, just imagine when Price’s orgasm would rush up on him, he just need to see your pretty face so he grips your jaw rather than cover your mouth, forcing you to look up and into the mirror

"Come on, love, smile for me like you've done all night", he taunts through a grunt, thrusting into you harshly enough that you only stare back at your reflection a muted uh, uh, uh sound punched from your lungs. Your mouth is hanging open, cheeks pushed together by his fingers digging into your flesh. "Ain't you a fuckin' sight", he can't help but groan, your eyes unfocused, pleasure written across every feature. Your brows are harshly narrowed, creases littering your forehead and the space between your brows. John would feel you flutter in that easily recognisable pattern that always pushed him over the edge, knowing you were close too.

—You're so close you can taste it when Price suddenly slumps against your back with a moan, stopping all movement as he remains nestled deep as his seed coated your inside.

—You whine, writhing against him, but Price stills your hips with a firm grip on them and then he does the worst thing he ever could, he pulls out and tugs your panties up and in place, covering your throbbing clit and clenching pussy, the fabric catching some of his cum dribbling out.

"Keep you nice and warm until gettin' home to yours", John pats your cunt through the lacy material, making you jolt and whine, head raising as he pulls your pants up your legs. Any sight of your orgasm has faded and when your gaze locks with John's in the mirror again, you know he sees your frustration as his head ticks and he grins. "Don't be poutin', love", he steps up close behind you as you stand straight, legs wobbly from what just happened and your robbed orgasm rather than a weakened pleasure state. His hand previously on your hips slide forward, now zipping your pants up and doing the button so they're kept up by themselves. "Just gotta lock up and I'll take my sweet time with you when we get home". "Better be a promise", you say, turning to face him. His chin falls, a big palm coming to cover your jaw and upper throat, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "M'gonna takes such great care of you, spoil you rotten, hm, what so say 'bout that eh?" He hummed, dipping his head to slot his mouth over yours. "Well deserved", you breathe in return when he steps backwards, amused eyes locked with yours util he opened the door to take a peak out the corridor. "Go on then", he cocks his head towards the door he now holds open, deeming the coast clear. When you pass him, he gives you a cheeky slap to your arse. When you jolt in your step, you send him a look, only to be met with an arch of his brows and a smug quirk in the edge of his mouth.

—Price would feel such a fucking possessive pride in watching you scurry out of the bathroom, trying not to shift your hips too much from feeling his spend still inside you as you rush through the closing procedure and attempting to keep a straight face when bidding goodbye to the last customers

A/N: And yeah, I think I died somewhere along the way of this🫠

[angymonzon]

Más poronga de Grim Tales. But genuinely, still working on a rewrite of this comic, cause we already know. So we got a Finalized line up of the main 4 kids, and on the top, we got a drawing of myself and my 10 year old oc’s.

If you want more info on the line up:

Minerva Utonium: Daughter of Blossom Utonium and [unknown].

Jeosung Saja Nosferatu: Son of Mandy Nosferatu and [unknown].

Mini Mandy Nosferatu: Daughter of Mandy Nosferatu and Nergal Junior.

Chihiro: Daughter of Aku.

After a while of brainstorming, here are the kids final designs! Minerva is obviously the only one with the biggest change from the original line up. Genuinely so happy with how she looks now! Here’s the simple breakdown yet again! Minerva’s new design is heavily inspired by Hellboy, especially the comic version, but her outfit is still reminiscent of HIM’s Christmas outfit. I took her claws away as I was fighting on whether she should keep them or not, and of course chose to let her have her hands. Her hair is also supposed to look like her aunt’s as that’s who she physically resembles the most.

To restate and add new notes: Jeosung Saja was born through an unknown donor as Mandy wanted to have a child and heir. Mandy later than conceived Minnie immediately after birthing Jeo, making the two 10 months apart, with Jeo being born January 1st and Minnie being born October 31st. Mandy also chose the surname Nosferatu as it’s a reference to the first vampire movie, and how she wishes to be the first mortal to rule over all. Nosferatu also comes from the Roman word Nesuferitu which means, “the offensive one" or "the insufferable one". I also think as she is shown to canonically be into goth culture, I could totally see her being a huge fan of the band Nosferatu. Jeosung Saja is still 5’7 and Minnie is still 4’11. For fun, Jeo is Korean/White and Minnie is White.

Minerva’s dad is unknown, and like Jeo, doesn’t have any importance in the story. Minerva is now 6’3 and while most assume it’s due to the demon powers HIM forced upon her at a young age, it could just be from her Chemical X/Powerpuff genetics. After all her mom and aunts are quite tall. For fun, Minerva is Mongolian/White.

Chihiro is the only one to have one parent as she wasn’t born, but instead created by Aku separating a part of himself to create her. She also got a height change as she is now 6’9 but with her platforms she stands at 7’0. For fun, if Chihiro was human she’d be Japanese.

[remremsies]

Gang I’ve been gone for a while again I’m so sorry😔

I decided to come back and show y’all my OC who I’ll use while playing Our life now&forever!

Soo first I should warn you that there will be mild mentions of mental health issues and SH‼️ If these things trigger you, please skip my STEP 2 text or do not read this at all. It isn’t anything big, but I don’t want anyone to feel anxious while reading this🫶

Here it starts (I apologize for any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language)

Her name is Rosemary Salmonbay and some might say her surname is silly, but it’s a literal translation of my own surname! I love it, hehe. So, Rosemary is heavily inspired of my own life and almost just me. I made Rosemary a long time ago to make little stories that were inspired of my life and just as a way to cope. But she’s not 100% me either, because that would make me feel uncomfortable lmao.

I used picrew‼️ This is Toon Me!

STEP 1:

Rosemary is an awkward, shy and silly kid. An outcast, kind of. She’s very into anime, games and drawing. At first not very talkative and finds new people scary, but once you get closer to her she becomes very loud and energetic.

Rosemary enjoys playing outside with dolls, especially Monster High dolls and even dressing up as these characters. She likes drawing them a lot and making new outfits for them. Usually her doll plays are enspired by the games and animes she enjoyed.

She liked games that many other kids didn’t back then, such as Ib. Animes she watched were Ouran High School Host Club and Death Note.

As you can notice from the picture, she didn’t have much fashion sense because she just wore whatever felt comfortable and looked cool. Shirts with Mickey Mouse, Youtube merch and galaxy print.

Rosemary has tried many sports to have at least one hobbie, but nothing really fit her. Football was her favorite though. Rosemary was more into videogames and YouTube.

Moving to a new place made her very nervous but hopeful that she would make friends who wouldn’t judge her too much.

Rosemary gets called Rose, Rosie, Roses, etc. So many different nicknames and sometimes it annoys her, but doesn’t really stop anyone. She’s a bit bigger than other kids, which always made her feel embarrassed. A bit taller than most kids and didn’t like her tummy:(

STEP 2:

These years were the hardest for Rosemary, because she was very lost, didn’t know who was her true friends and even has some issues with her mother. But mostly Rosemary battles with herself during this time.

Now, Rosemary tries her best to stay away from any spotlight and has only few close friends. She doesn’t want any conflicts, so she has a hard time choosing sides whenever a classmates would have drama.

Rosemary’s escape is music and dancing now. She’s very into K-pop and J-pop during this time and has kind of dropped her old gamer and anime loving self. Though, she still misses those times when it was okay for her to be ”cringe”.

Her mental health declines rather harshly, even making her harm herself in certain ways to relieve overwhelming emotions. She usually regrets doing it afterwards, because it’s hard to hide and it makes her vulnerable.

Even though Rosemary says that she isn’t trying to fit in and is genuinely herself, it’s most likely a lie. She indeed is just trying to somehow fit in and make others happy. Rosemary starts wearing clothes that show off her body more in hopes of making herself like the cool girls and tries to learn makeup.

Rosemary gets more into studying herself and understand that maybe, just maybe this isn’t truly her. So, in subtle ways she tries to show her true self (such as jewelry). Rosemary accepted herself as pansexual/romantic already when she was 12, but for a long while she questions her gender. Being a girl feels right but also empty, being a boy is too much for her and nonbinary isn’t right either. But, she tries to ignore it.

She’s still rather chubby and hates it. It causes her to wear more ’boring’ clothes, because she thinks they won’t show others her bigger body. Rosemary only accepts Rose nickname during this time.

STEP 3:

Everything kind of starts making sense now. Rosemary is gaining confidence and got professional help for her problems. She accepts her actual style and doesn’t wear ’boring’ clothes anymore.

She’s still awkward and kind of anti-social, but tries her best and is more laid-back now. Rosemary only goes with her kind of people now and won’t force herself to fit in.

They also got back into gaming, anime and even started cosplaying sometimes! They still sometimes listen to K-pop and J-pop but more for nostalgia and during rough times. They’re also into makeup and fashion now, especially fashion styles from Japan.

Did you notice how I used they pronoun for Rosemary? Well, they finally realized and accepted themself as a demigirl! Rosemary prefers she/they pronouns but doesn’t really care if anyone uses he.

Rosemary isn’t entirely happy with her body still and also feels kind of lost, but is slowly and surely getting better. She’s trying to live healthy now, not working out to lose weight but to love her body no matter how chubby she was.

A bit more confident in themself, but still has ways to go and a lot to learn. They aren’t 100% certain what they want to do in the future, but have some ideas.

That was all I have for her now! I haven’t made one for Step 4 yet, but I’ll work on it. I’ll probably post more about her as well and maybe change some things. This is kind of like a first draft, but I doubt I’ll change anything drastically.

[avengedbiologist]

number 6 for the pride asks!

pop off about boys in the band

Thank you kitty for this 😌

Warning for potential spoilers to the Boys in the band (both versions of the movie)

Now let me not shut up cause I genuinely believe everyone should watch this, whether it's the 2020 movie, the 1970 movie or the on stage play. It's a movie about a birthday party where 7 gay men are invited, it's a lovely view into gay life in the late 60s, which is interesting to compare to life now. Each man has small parts of their life shown to set the scene, and even with such show snippets of their lives we do learn their basic personalities and jobs, it also sets up the relationships between characters. All the characters in this movie have their part to play and are all equally important. Showing various types of homosexual in the 60s, from the self loathing to the midnight cowboy.

The start of this movie is nicer and light (in the original 1970s movie the lighting is so interesting, it truly shows the mood throughout, how the events start light but the scene gets dark as the mood does) it shows an interesting scene between Michael and Donald, which sheds alot of light on who they both are as people, how Michael was an alcoholic but he found god again, and Donald who doesn't like being in the city but came for a doctor's appointment. Their dialogue in this and in the whole movie is so well written and interesting, it's quick and witty. We see more of Michael's character when we meet his old friend Alan who calls him. Alan is a straight man, who is a pivotal character later on. We see Michael's insecurities around himself and homosexuality, he's scared of Alan finding out cause he's not ready yet, and Alan invites himself over, which worries Michael more as it's the night 6 other homosexual men will be there.

The party starts with the first guests arriving. Hank, Larry and Emory. Hank and Larry are lovers, which is an interesting new dynamic brought to the story, though only one of them is 100% dedicated to the relationship. And Emory is a flamboyant homosexual. Which both at the time and in the modern movie was criticized for his character being too over bearing but I think it's important to see the different types of homosexual but also this upbeat attitude really makes his later emotions and vulnerabilities more pronounced. This new group coming in shows more of the characters again, I fear I'll be saying that a lot but I guess that's how stories work. It adds insecurity to Hank and Larry's relationship as we learn that Larry and Donald have 'met' before. We soon meet Bernard, a black homosexual. This adds layers to the story as we, especially in the original movie, explore not only the homophobia faced but the racism Bernard faces.

This is where the party starts to ramp up, music plays, dancing begins and it's quite nice to see. Unfortunately that changes when Alan arrives, Hank answers the door as the rest are dancing, as soon as Alan sees the men dancing he is uncomfortable and as soon as Michael sees Alan he stops, embarrassed by it. We learn a lot about Alan in this bit, he's a homophobe, we hear him talk about all the other characters, saying Emory is one that he cannot stand, that he doesn't like the way he behaves, but he does like Hank very much. Which I find interesting. Hank throughout is shown to be more 'straight passing' than the rest, he dresses more 'straight' (as Michael mentions earlier when he says he dressed more 'straight' to pass in school, explaining the outfits he used to wear whilst describing Hank's exact outfit) which I think helps Alan bond with him more, we see throughout Alan's time there that he is very attached to Hank, they begin by bonding over marriage. It is revealed later that Hank left his wife for Larry.

A new character arrives downstairs. Enter Cowboy, a handsome yet dumb prostitute Emory hires as a present for Harold (the birthday boy). We learn of his smarts early on with him singing happy birthday to Michael, saying he forgot the information Emory had previously given him.

This is where the darker side starts to come out. Emory and Alan fight, starting verbal ending up physical, Alan calling Emory a 'faggot' and punching him till he bleeds, this sends everyone moving. Rushing to get Alan off Emory. Michael however stands still, watching the scene before his eyes. Finally the final character of the group arrives. Harold, who arrives mid fight, is a fun character. The lines between him and Michael are so interesting, I'd quote em but there's too many to choose, they bring each other down in the most well written way. Genuinely I could do a deep dive into this and the writing but Alas what is time. Birthday gifts are given and food is eaten.

They are sitting outside but it begins to rain, forcing them all to sit in a room together, the rain potentially foreshadowing a grim outlook. They decide to play a game, using the phone. Call someone you love the most and tell them you love them. Points given for different things said. This may not seem like such a crazy thing to do but for homosexuals in the 1960s it was. In this scene we learn so much about the characters, about the men they loved, about the lives they lived. I found them all interesting but Hank and Larry's calls were interesting. We learn of Hanks insecurities with the men Larry has cheated on him with, and we learn Larry's need to have all the men he can, we do see insecurities in Larry, as soon as Hank picks up the phone he needs to know who he's calling. Inevitably they call each other, well Hank calls their answering phone and Larry calls the phone in the room. They seem to make up. The 2020 version of the movie shows them making up after however the original does not, it just mentions they've gone upstairs. Alan is also a prominent part of their calls, he had got close to Hank but is immediately uncomfortable when finding out Hank does love Larry and leaves his wife for him.

After a fight with Michael it's Alan's phone call, who he ends up calling his wife, this in turn ends the party. It's not fully shown where the characters go in the original, tho in the 2020 version it shows them leaving, in cabs, at a cafe etc.

Finally we are back to Michael and Donald, the way it begins, Michael has been a force throughout, brutal and sharp, but alone with Donald he breaks down, his insecurities stronger than ever.

I know I've just babbled and I have not done this bit of media justice but I would highly recommend! All the characters, the sets, the writing is incredible and I hope that it comes to the UK again so I have the chance to see it on stage. I have 2 programmes from UK shows because I need to collect like a crazy person for this but of media.

[keeksybee]

I’ve been seeing Rimmer outfit appreciation post lately and I wanted to add the OG JMC uniform, I mean…look at him. It doesn’t wash him out either which more muted colours can do.

He must have so proud when he put it on the first time, 16 years old on his first away mission (I’m assuming the JMC works like the UK military and you can join at 16) regulation boots polished to gleaming, tie done over and over until it sat just right, sewing over his arm patch again with meticulous precision just so he could be sure it wouldn’t come off. So full of hope, he was going to become an officer, he was going to make his family love him, he’d be successful just like his brothers, sure he hadn’t been able to get into the academy but school isn’t for everyone, plus he’d get a more hands on education in a real mining ship, no theoreticals here, just the unaltered experience, he was going to prove them all wrong, he was good enough, he wasn’t a failure, he wasn’t worthless, he was going to be one of the greats. He’d taken a grinning picture next to the Dwarf before he’d gotten on board the first time and sent it to his Mother, he’d never heard back about it.

Oh how naive he’d been, he’d think to himself years on, how childishly, ignorantly naive. How stupid, how worthless, suddenly the uniform he’d been so proud of caused him no amount of shame, he shamed it by never getting as far as he wanted, by the time that Lister comes around he’s fourteen years and two menial promotions in to a devastatingly pathetic career that his family (or at least his parents) enjoyed pointing out him immensely, his brothers were marginally kinder, Frank had even given him an awkward side hug and quoted a Bible verse about everything working itself together for good that he didn’t believe in, but at least he’d tried, Rimmer begrudgingly admitted to himself, John had showed his support by having his wife interrupt their Mother with wedding inquiries when they were engaged, then baby preparations when she’d degraded him for what he deemed too long, his wife was genuinely nice, their parents hadn’t liked him marrying her as pretty or as intelligent as she was, probably because she was nice, she baked and he was always the first to try a new recipe, she was the only one of the in laws who remembered to invite him to family celebrations and events, she even had coffee with him when he was shore leave on Io, her voice was soft and her hugs were warm, she would shoot him these commiserating looks over the table, and Howard, well he hadn’t said anything, which was better than joining in, Howard stayed mercifully silent and he was known for his sharp tongue.

Despite all this the uniform was a strange comfort, even though it was a constant reminder of his failures. It wasn’t that he didn’t have “normal people clothes” as he put it, or couldn’t fit in a pair of jeans, that had gotten a slap across the back of the head, it was that the clothes made him feel oddly vulnerable, he’d always imagined he’d ware them on shore leave or a weekend partying with friends, friends he’d never made, they made him insecure, so they sat in the bottom of the wardrobe locker untouched. He knew it was sad, but so was the rest of his life.

The song has very little to do with the post other than being something angsty I’m sure would listen to and Josh Groban deserves some appreciation for that performance.

[goldenworldsabound]

Word Find Game

Rules: search for the given words in your WIP(s). If you don't have a word, you can use a variation on it or a word with a similar meaning. Then choose new words for the people you tag to look for in their WIP(s).

tagged by @one-winged-dreams (and a second tag that I'll do separately hehe)

my words: amount, obscure, relevant, taste, definite

LET'S GO GAMERS!!!

I will be tagging @singingdeepinme @princess-hope-selfships @fleur-de-leap with the words dance, growl, forever, glow and hand

S

Chapter 6 of the new Ainosuke x Aura series!!!

The restaurant was upscale, and Aura was glad that Wakana had suggested a more formal outfit for today. Even so, they felt a bit out of place as Ainosuke helped them parse the menu, putting in an order that would be a sufficient amount of food. They recalled the time when they had mistakenly ordered way too much, their perception of what a "gram" represented sorely lacking.

Crafty Crafts

AYATO FIC MY BELOVED sobs

"You lived in Sumeru?" Ayato asked, genuinely surprised.

"Yeah. Didn't Thoma tell you?" Void looked perplexed, eyes raised to the sky as they considered if they could recall the information being shared.

"He didn't mention it."

"Ah. I lived there for many years. I was a student in the Akademiya, and I even published a few papers."

Why did you leave? Ayato bit his tongue, holding back the question. As matter of fact as their answer was, there was a clear sadness in their eyes as they said it. That, combined with the feelings they had expressed about their Vision, were allowing him to begin to piece together something about how that experience might have gone. He knew very little of the Akademiya, only the rumors that floated into Inazuma, and the occasional frenetic Akademiya researcher who ended up in Inazuma. None of the rumors were terrible positive - and all of those researchers had seemed more stressed than happy.

He settled for responding, "that's quite an achievement."

"Ha." Void's self deprecating smile was almost painful to see. "Hardly. I was nobody of importance, and my work will fade away into obscurity." Their tail was thrashing around behind them.

"..." He wanted to comfort them, but he didn't know enough about them to do that. He wanted more information, but he could tell that if he pushed, they would shut down. He chose to say nothing, merely looking at them with interest, and a hint of sympathy.

"Sorry." They grabbed the end of their ponytail, pulling it forward over their shoulder to fidget with it. "It's a sensitive subject. That's probably why Thoma didn't mention it to you."

"You don't need to apologize." Ayato offered. "We all have things that we would rather not think about."

Zhongli Proposal

OLD ASS FIC GODDAMN FEKJWHFJKEHWKJ I FORGOT ABOUT THIS. I never finish wedding fics fdkajshfkjasd

"Oh. Yes. I'm going to propose to Wendy." Zhongli said bluntly, a look of determination crossing his face. Childe froze in place, the food he'd impaled on his chopstick sliding off and onto his plate.

"ZHONGLI 先生!!!" Childe set his chopsticks down to put his hands on his cheeks, grinning like a madman. "That's wonderful! How are you going to propose?"

Zhongli huffed, one arm crossing his body, the other hand going to his chin.

"Thank you. I am...somewhat undecided as to how to proceed. The ancient traditions around proposals are clearly no longer relevant, as they involve asking the father of the bride, and while Wendy is okay with the term 'bride', she isn't a woman, nor is she the property of her parents. In fact, she's estranged from them, so it becomes even more impossible, even if it were not so antiquated." Zhongli's long winded explanation left Childe looking at him in mild annoyance. "...yes?"

"Even someone as old as you can do better than that, gramps," He joked, rolling his eyes. "You gotta go big." His eyes widened. "You should take her to Liuli Pavillion! I'll even front you the money, cause you're gonna forget it otherwise. And, and, you could get on one knee and propose! Do you have a ring yet? You gotta get her a nice ring too." Childe seemed thoroughly delighted by all of this.

"You're awfully excited," Zhongli responded, blinking at Childe's enthusiastic response.

"Well, YEAH! Can't believe the old man's finally getting married. Get it!" He laughed, elbowing Zhongli teasingly.

Fishy Fish

Aaaaah the little meow meow au for Rufus that I never even started posting. Still a fave of mine though!

Lightvoid had reservations about this. But they also had a sensitive nose that had quickly picked up the delicious scent of fish. They couldn't remember the last time they'd had unprocessed fish. Come to think of it, had they ever had fish before? It smelled a lot like one of the foods Rufus had been giving them, but even stronger. They were salivating.

The look on Rufus' face as they poked their head out was...soft. They had never seen such an expression on the lab humans. He looked excited, and eager, and awed all at once. And as they stepped fully out from under the couch, crouching low to the ground as they approached his out stretched hand, his wonder only seemed to grow. Despite their anxiety about being out in the open in front of him, they couldn't help but find his reaction to them endearing. It felt...nice. To be looked at like that, rather than...how things had been.

Could he really be a bad person if he looked like that, and more importantly, if he was giving them this delicious treat for seemingly no reason? Well, they supposed it was because of hissing at Darkstar...? Whatever, it didn't matter why.

They pressed their nose right up to the fish, sniffing. Rufus was clearly holding his breath, staring with wide eyes. They licked the fish. Their pupils grew huge. This was even better than the cat food had been. Leagues better! They quickly ate the small pieces, all their anxiety dissipated at having tasted something so good.

Just as they finished, they felt a slight pressure on the top of their head. Instantly, without a second thought or moment of hesitation, they darted back to the couch. They were halfway under before they realized what had happened.

Rufus had tried to pet them. They turned around, poking their head back out. He looked devastated, frozen in position. One hand was still upturned, the one that still smelled of salmon, and the other hovered where their head had been.

Shopping

chapter 30 of the new RufAura fic, hehe~

"Let's get a move on then," Reno said, snickering to himself as he drove the car away. "So, ready for some shopping, Mistrum?"

"I think so? M-maybe." Aura squirmed, smiling despite the nervousness that flitted across their face. Darkstar snuffled, reaching her head over to nudge Aura's leg. Aura reached down and pet the dog, smile going soft.

"Maybe? What are ya even nervous about?" Reno met Rufus' gaze in the rearview with a grin before dropping his eyes back to the road.

"You don't have to answer him, Aura," Rufus interrupted, rolling his eyes. "In fact, I'm sorry I brought him along at all." He was smirking, his tone just barely making it clear he was joking.

"Aw, don't be like that. Mr Sandbag over here may be able to keep you safe, but I'm gonna be the one bringing the fun!" Reno snickered again.

"Excuse me?" Karma grumbled, fixing Reno with an icy glare.

"Actually, I'm feeling well enough anyway, I could definitely protect ya too-"

"Reno, that's enough," Rufus interrupted again. "Though, Aura, you do seem nervous. Is there something I could do to put your mind at ease?"

[ribombeee]

star wars and star trek for the ask game?

reverse unpopular opinions

star wars:

I LOVE LUKE SKYWALKER. truly one of the most well written transitions from idiot baby teenager in a stupid hat to the guy with the most responsibility in the world galactic legend Luke Skywalker or whatever. u would hardly notice he’s changing but if u were to finish return of the jedi and loop straight back to a new hope he’s so changed….. i love u luke mwah

also star wars original trilogy has some of the best set/costume/prosthetic/puppet design of all sci fi. extremely immersive worldbuilding that no star wars since has been able to capture. i feel like a lot of sci fi reeeeally struggles with the type of environments star wars thrives most in, which is like. normal people settings. rural farming towns. random ass bars. etc. as opposed to super epic or grandiose or technologically impressive places. the people of the original trilogy seem very integrated with the technology they use. 10/10

star trek:

if ive said it once ive said it a million times i love when star trek characters stare directly into the camera and say shit like if ur racist ur not only evil but also stupid and embarrassing urself. the extremely earnest bleeding heart social justice warrior snowflake nature of star trek is so crucial 2 its nature and i love it and its great. i love the optimism but also thoughtfulness and caution of star trek. there’s a lot of work being put into conceptualizing a future earth society that has vastly improved since our time, but also a lot of discussion of ways that society might be limited or its failures and downsides. no matter how fanciful or dreamlike a piece of tech is they almost always consider the kinds of new problems it could cause (take the elevator and come out two people etc etc)

as for TOS i love the campiness the experimentality and the creativity. yes there are many episodes of TOS that are batshit insane and notttt in a very good way. but thats because almost no two episodes of the show are the same/similar. dozens of sci fi writers contributed to this show that was, timeline wise, still pretty early on in the existence of our modern definition of sci fi. they were throwing shit at the wall and seeing what stuck and thats why it ended up creating so many foundational sci fi concepts!! and also. wheeeee shapes and colors. they had a ton of plywood some felt an eyebrow pencil and a dog in a hat. and a dream. and it looks so beautiful and silly. nothing will ever top the TOS mini golf course ass planets

as for TNG i do genuinely like that every episode has like 17 simultaneous plots. they never ever take the easy way out with TNG plots and most episodes end in a way u could never have predicted from the first 15 minutes. as a show its very averse to simple solutions and easy answers and i like that the characters are frequently making decisions that are difficult-to-impossible. but mostly i like all the silly outfits they put them in. now see them as detectives now see them as cowboys now see them in macbeth. a dozen 45 year olds that all value amateur improv more than their own lives. now see them play poker. now see them ride horses. these people genuinely work like 3 hours a day and spend the rest doing fuck all i love it. re: a society that has vastly improved since our time. we should all be doing tons of improv basically

[rainymegane]

Skin and Bone, a yukishima drabble

I can't sleep; I need to take a break from what I started writing a few days ago, so a quick drabble may be a nice way to clear the mind. I'm still quite new to fanfiction writing, so I apologize in advance for any inconsistencies... 🙏

Skin and Bone

Shima clearly remembers when he noticed it for the first time; no way he can ever forget it. 

Back then, he had seen his sensei without his usual exorcist coat on just once, when demons sprang up in the old boys' dorm, but he was focused more on teasing his young teacher than on appreciating his features. Besides, even if he managed to spot Yukio from between the crowd of his groupies in the school gardens during the lunch break once in a while, he had never noticed the boy taking his jacket off, even if the temperature outside was making Shima feel his brain could melt into a puddle of mud in any second. 

However, Shima would lie if he admitted he paid any attention to Yukio's outfit choices these days; he had rather wondered if any exorcism technique could make him switch places with his teacher, who clearly had a hard time fighting his own embarrassment.

And then, the training camp happened. 

Of course, it ended quite unexpectedly, and Shima still can recall the devastating pain of his broken ribs (he can swear he wasn't exaggerating!). Still, there's another memory he associates with this event, and that lives in his heart rent-free.

When the initial shock caused by seeing Yukio in his shirt only was slowly fading, Shima laid his eyes upon that beautifully exposed part of his teacher's body and automatically scolded himself for not noticing this extraordinary treasure earlier.  

He felt like the world's best-kept secret had been revealed to him and him only, even if he wasn't the only witness of the scene that had just happened before him. Suddenly he found himself fighting the urge to shoo Bon and Koneko away, but at the same time, he wasn't able to move even a bit; he was too much focused on not letting the others know about his newly awoken admiration.

Because Yukio's forearms were an embodiment of sin. 

Unable to take his eyes off the outlined shape of his elbow, off those pale, flawless seas of skin, marred only by barely noticeable scars and few moles (he absolutely expected them to be there), Shima had a feeling that he wouldn't hesitate to sell his soul to be allowed to put a single touch on them. The position Yukio stood in emphasized the wonderfully toned muscles, and Shima's fingertips itched to trace and memorize every inch of them. 

But then Yukio moved, ready to resume the preparations for setting the camp up.

Shima remembers it was also the first time he had difficulty switching to his regular flirty persona and pretending that nothing happened for the rest of the evening. Then a series of unfortunate events occurred (including the disgusting feeling of chuuchi on his own skin), but the first impression was strong enough to imprint the image of Yukio's forearms on Shima's mind. 

These days, even if months had passed, Shima still clearly remembered himself staring in awe at their young teacher. He was eternally grateful for every time he had a chance to peek again at Yukio's exposed skin; in the hospital, when he was telling them about twins' roots, after the battle with the Impure King (twice!), during the preparations for their cross-dressing shenanigans while investigating the Seven Mysteries of True Cross Academy, and finally, on Dominus Liminis, when Shima couldn't believe his own luck that Yukio let him see his fully recovered arm (at that moment his perfectly mastered deceiving skills had failed him mercilessly; he found pretending genuine disgust when nearly having a heart attack one of the toughest experiences in his life). 

There's one thing that Shima has to admit in this case - he didn't even notice when the simply animalistic urge to touch that particular part of Yukio's body turned into the yearning for being allowed to touch not only his skin but also the deepest parts of Yukio's soul. He isn't exactly sure, but it could be the moment when he noticed Yukio sitting on the ground, still a little bit dizzy after the aftermath of Satan's rampage, yet safe and sound. Or maybe even before these events, when the Exwires and their teacher had a meal together for the first time since he couldn't even remember when? 

But today, it just doesn't matter, not when he feels the soft purrs of Yukio's breath on his own neck and when the body of a half-asleep dragoon is wrapped around him, and he has free access to a bit more scarred skin of his forearm because it lies on Shima's chest (Shima is exceptionally proud of himself that he once again succeeded in dragging Yukio into the bed once they returned from a tough mission). Once he starts tracing idle patterns, already knowing by heart the place of every single scar there, Yukio murmurs his usual "don't," but Shima (also as usual) ignores him and keeps caressing his favorite spots. 

There's no way Shima will ever forget the first impression Yukio's forearms had on him because he relives this experience with every single touch, again and again. The only difference is that Yukio's now fully aware of his fascination, and Shima can't help feeling that even if Yukio keeps denying him the right of forearm worship, moments like this prove that deep down, he thinks otherwise. 

[ambulancevsambulance]

It’s been Twelve Years since Danger Days came out.

It’s been Twelve Years since the death of the Fab Four, the OG Killjoys. Or at least, that’s what the comics tell us.

It’s funny, really. The original tour was supposed to kick off in 2020. But with it being postponed until 2022, MCR set themselves right in the path of the comic, on an anniversary that was marked in those pages. 

Cause Killjoys never die, right?

I found myself thinking about that, recently, after the tour ended, seeing the resurgence of art, of cosplay, of fandom, of the explosion of MCR all over the internet and in person the past year. 

Some people have been around this whole time, yes, and fuck yes to them...but it’s been amazing to see so many people waking up from their slumbers, and coming back to the fandom, the band, the community after all this time. 

Hell, there are a ton of new Killjoys too, who found the band during the hiatus, when there was no new music to be had, no tours, nothing but the back catalogue and old posts to troll through. 

Those of us, especially those that were around in the old days, kept faith. Or maybe we didn’t. That’s okay, too. There is never one way to be a fan.

I can say for myself, I genuinely haven’t felt on fire for MCR like this in years. 

Truly inspired. 

I’m making a costume I have put off for years, I’m currently 15K words into a writing project inspired by the KJs. There are so many other things, too, but I just feel like a flame got re-ignited. 

I saw them at one of the LA shows, and not only did they put on an amazing show, but I genuinely can’t remember the last time I felt a kinship with everyone in a stadium. 

Everyone screaming their lungs out, dancing and jumping around, interacting joyfully with complete strangers. (Shout out to the girls who kept turning around to me and @gravytape​ to sing along and dance with us, to every person who came up to me to grab a MCR pin through my silly Vampire Cowboy game, to every person who came up to me and Junior to compliment our outfits as we were complimenting theirs.) 

I keep joking that this is about Community, but it truly is. It’s not perfect, because no Community is. But I walked out of that show feeling so filled with love for MCR and every damn soul in that building. And after that, every livestream, screaming on MCRTumblr with fans...

...its been beautiful. 

They’ve gotten older, but so have I. (Thank all that’s unholy that we have. It’s a gift to grow older, and is important to remember in the darkest of nights. )

Coming back to them after all this time, as they came back to it, after all this time...it’s been something truly transcendent.

I’ve sorted myself out, figured out my sexuality, my gender (and hilarious how MCR factored into that), and figured out the sort of person I want to be. 

Things aren’t always great, but I’m happy with the person I am. And to look at all of them on stage, together, at all those shows over the tour, having a fucking blast, also clearly happy with who they are, and how far they’ve come...

...how can you feel anything but a deep sense of fellowship with My Chemical Romance? 

It doesn’t matter which album is your favorite. 

(Though I’ll always say Danger Days and Conventional Weapons continue to be criminally underrated and fuck so hard it makes me a dangerous driver.) 

It doesn’t matter if you have been here since 2002, or found them in 2022, there is a place for you out here in the Zones. 

In cities that are sadly has become more like fucking BL/Ind than ever, and a world that is looking more like the Zones than we would like it too...we’re still here.

They are still here. 

Twelve years on from the death of the Fabulous Killjoys, they rose from the dead to show us all so much love. 

I just hope they know how damn loved they are, too.  

[solarwynd]

just felt like sharing some of my thoughts on recent topics:

- i think nj’s album is objectively decent. if anything my biggest critique is that, similar to indigo, he insists on singing and anyone else that jumps on the record eats him up. i really did like the production and after tuning him out a little i really enjoyed the vibe. i actually think its a lot more refined and grounded than indigo despite being a mess thematically/lyrically but i actually think that thats what he was going for lol, a sort of “emotional clusterfuck”.

as for army’s reception, i think he’s def trying to build his own audience and he’s aware that takes time. he went in a totally different direction than his previous release yet its still very him. armys might not be the target audience but its better for him to build a small but loyal base that will continue to tune in for his solo stuff rather than just expecting armys to like everything every member puts out.

its rich for other kpop stans to drag him when despite doing what he’s done he’s still more successful than most korean artists, so its funny for me to see people think they can drag him for not getting streams in korea which if im not mistaken have the lowest residuals for streams and are the flakiest audience (but maybe thats just me being petty lol)

- nwjns new song not doing that hot on global spotify doesn’t surprise me. they are an aesthetic-leaning group, yes their songs are cute but its because of the aesthetic theyre accompanied with that they feel so grand and trendy every time. the aesthetic for how sweet is minimal and kinda getting old so people dont seem to be buying into that so far (outside of sk) but im sure that as soon as there’s a cute tiktok trend to go with it they’ll end up biting. the song is cute, but i have to admit this trend of “flat”singing is tiring me. open up those vocal chords and SING dammit.

- random, but i wonder if supernova by aespa doing that well is some sort of reaction to the whole mhj-bpd drama. imo drama was a million times better and didn’t do as well as it shouldve

- idk if im over my fixation, but nothing thats come out of the kpop industry this year has been genuinely interesting or exciting. i mostly just tune into female artists and a handful of soloists. there’s been some cute concepts here and there but the music is just meh.

“i really did like the production and after tuning him out a little i really enjoyed the vibe.”

Im sorry this is taking me out. Tuning out the very person whose album you’re listening to is crazy 😭 but I kinda get it lmao.

After watching that minimoni special this morning and how he described rpwp basically as a rant, an “emotional clusterfuck” is aptly named tbh. It’s gonna be really hard for him to get a solid solo fanbase because he doesn’t have personal reach or appeal beyond the armys that already know him and his music and the music he’s been dropping isn’t really attention grabbing either. Like I’m sure there’s people who are out there that know he’s a good rapper and can respect him for that, but it’s still not enough to make them stan him and that’s where the problem will lie for him.

Njws (or mhj) are following a theme that doesn’t allow themselves or their music to evolve, because beyond the different outfits and hairstyles everything is starting to feel repetitive. Real one trick pony-ish cause it seems like this is all mhj knows how to do. Like you already know what to expect from them and I find artists who just stick to one sound kinda boring (though I have my exceptions). I see what you’re saying about the “flat” singing lol but imo not everyone has to like sing sing if you get me? I’m not just talking about belting but just typical singing. Even though it would be a nice switch up from them I feel like they’ve just made that they’re brand.

I actually just listened to supernova after I drafted this and ended up really liking it. It’s a cool song. I listened to drama too, not bad either. It’s a possibility that the whole mhj/bang debacle might’ve had a positive impact for aespa, but sometimes the k gp just likes what they like and blows it up. I know they loved queen card by g-idle but I still do not like that song at all.

I’m a casual listener of a handful a groups and I’ll check out their releases when they drop. Any other song I listen to apart from them is just because I wanted to see what the fuss was about but all in all everything is just so typical. I’ve had releases I’ve enjoyed but everything still has that standard kpop sound to it so I agree nothing has really been exciting.

[shera-dnd]

It's here! The fic where I finally keep my promise and TRANS EVERY LAST SCHNEE!

A little post canon fic where all our wonderful Schnees get together to celebrate their wonderful family

And trans one last gender while they're at it

Hope y'all enjoy some wholesome family fun

Music filled the rooms of the Schnee Household one afternoon, as it had many times. Its single permanent resident sang along as she cleaned the house, two things that little under a decade ago would seem impossible to her.

Back when she lived in a prison in the skies, instead of a house. Married to her own jailer, helplessly watching as her family fell apart bit by lonely bit.

Since then she had lost her son twice, watched her city fall, witnessed the apocalypse, and lived to tell the tale.

All that fear and grief had made her realize just how much of her life she had wasted, and thanks to her children she had managed to take hold of what was left of it.

Now Willow Schnee tried to live a life without regret, one where she treasured each day and spent her time in pursuit of joy instead of numbness.

So yes, she cleaned now, and sang, and cared for her home and her family.

Sure, the manor where she had spent her childhood was now buried under several tons of rubble. But they had a new place now, one that was smaller, cozier, more of a proper home.

Though Willow had to admit she wished she could have saved some of the old family portraits. Her father would have berated her if she even considered saving a portrait of him over saving herself and her children, but she couldn’t help but miss the comfort of that old man watching over her, or her mother’s tender smile.

Well, moving forward was the Schnee way after all. It was always best to create something new, than to wallow on something lost, and today her family would be creating something truly special.

The first proper portrait of their new family, where they all get to look happy as their true genuine selves.

Willow couldn’t help but giggle as she remembered how her children used to be, all so repressed, so miserable. All it took was one of them breaking free from their father’s mold and soon the others followed suit.

Oh and what wonderful people they grew up to be now that they could pursue their happiness. She could almost be jealous if she wasn’t busy being proud of them.

It had been so long since she last had them all together at home like this, and she was certain she would not make it through the day without crying.

Willow had barely finished cleaning for the day when she heard the first knock on the door. 

When she opened it she was greeted by the sight of her eldest daughter and her lovely wife.

“Hey, Miss Schnee,” May Marigold called with a carefree smile, “hope we didn’t arrive too soon. You know how your daughter is with this stuff.”

“Oh come here, dear,” Willow greeted, pulling her into a hug, “don’t you worry about it. You come right in and make yourself comfortable.”

Meanwhile Winter hadn’t said anything, or moved from her spot behind May, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with her mother.

Winter had been the most difficult to understand among her children. 

It all sounded so convoluted and contradictory to her at first, but in the end it was quite simple. Winter still saw herself as a woman, even if she preferred to present as a man. And if it made her daughter happy, who was Willow to judge her identity, or what she did with her looks?

And the woman in front of her looked as handsome as ever in her brand new Happy Huntress outfit - or Happy Huntsman as she had been nicknamed. Her chest had been flattened with a binder, and her suit had been tailored to emphasize her shoulders in a way that fit perfectly with her strong personality.

These had all been things Willow had seen before, but what she hadn’t expected, and what was causing her daughter’s embarrassment, was the buzzcut Winter was now awkwardly scratching.

“Hey, mom,” Winter called as if she was somehow a teenager again.

Willow chuckled, and pulled her daughter into arms, “it looks great on you, sweetie.”

“Thanks…” she answered, putting her arms around her mother stiffly, “...I hope you don’t mind me looking like this for the portrait.”

“If you’re happy with it, then it’s perfect,” Willow assured her, letting her daughter go.

As the two of them walked into the house and made their way into the living room, Willow could hear May mutter, “I told you it would be fine.”

Willow chuckled to herself, her daughters always worried over such silly things.

Speaking of, it wasn’t too long before her youngest arrived.

Whitney was still wearing her office clothes when she arrived. A nice white suit and black pencil skirt all detailed with elaborate snowflake patterns. Her hair was tied in a neat side braid that fell over her shoulder.

“Good evening, mother,” she greeted, leaning down to kiss her mom on the cheek. Whitney had always been tall, but in her heels she was easily taller than everyone else in the family. “Sorry I’m late. I got into another argument with Councilwoman Hill, and you know how she can get.”

Councilwoman. 

Her little girl was so young, and she was already part of the New Mantle council. 

Willow could not be prouder of her.

Now, if only she could go a day without arguing with her sister’s boss.

“There’s still plenty of time,” Willow assured her, “your brother hasn’t even arrived yet.”

“Of course he hasn’t,” Whitney rolled her eyes as she walked in, “I’ll be surprised if he isn’t late for his own wedding.”

“Don’t be so mean to him,” she playfully berated, “he’s a busy man.”

“Busy?” Whitney scoffed, “he saves the world once, and now he thinks we should all do things on his time.”

“Come on, you know he’s not like that,” Willow insisted. 

Besides, it had been his fiancee who had saved the world.

“I know, it’s just that–” whatever thought Whitney had was completely lost as she stepped into the living room and caught sight of her sister, “did you lose a bet?”

May burst out laughing at the comment, but Winter just glared up at her.

“Nice seeing you too, Whitney.”

“Ah, yes. Nice seeing you, sister,” she replied, before turning to May, “did you talk her into this?”

“Nope,” May answered, still chuckling a little, “she did this of her own free will.”

“Really!?” 

“Are you two done mocking me now?” Winter asked, arms crossed as she glared daggers at them.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. You look stunning with that haircut,” Whitney said, raising her hands in a surrender, “it’s just that it’s such a radical change for you. I remember it took us weeks to get you to even try out a binder.”

“And it took her weeks to psych herself up for this,” May clarified, “honestly if it weren’t for this whole portrait thing she would have probably mulled over this for another month.”

This did nothing to help Winter’s mood, who just turned to her mother to say, “that’s why I don’t let those two into the same room anymore.”

“Oh come now,” Willow waved her off, “this is just how they show affection and you know it.”

Winter just huffed in annoyance and looked away.

“And you love them too, don’t pretend” Willow teased.

“Unfortunately,” Winter grumbled.

Also unfortunate was the fact that May had heard her say so, because she casually hooked her arm around Winter and joked, “I mean, you married me, so I sure hope you do.”

This prompted laughter from both Whitney and Willow, much to Winter’s dismay. 

Thankfully there was another knock on the door, and Winter promptly offered to go and get it, if only to buy herself a small reprieve from her family’s nonsense.

There was no question as to who it was at the door, after all there was only one couple left to arrive.

“It looks great on you,” Willow heard her son’s voice in the hallways, “I swear. You look much better than me with short hair.”

“Well, I think you looked really handsome with that buzz cut,” his fiancee argued.

“You think everything looks handsome on me,” he argued with a chuckle.

“And I’m always right,” she countered.

And that’s when Willow saw them. Her sweet little boy and his wife to be.

Weiss and Ruby.

“Listen to your fiancee, dear,” Willow called as he entered the room.

Weiss smiled as he looked at her, “I always do, mom.”

He had grown so much. Not so much in height as his boots would lead one to believe, but he had still grown. Older, wiser, and definitely stronger than the repressed little boy that had left his family home all those years ago.

Weiss’s hair had been shaved on the sides, and tied in a messy ponytail. His face now sported a well kept stubble, and he wore a beautiful blue jacket with white and red accents, perfectly pairing with his fiancee.

For her part Ruby was wearing a corset and long combat skirt in beautiful blacks and reds, but still sporting Weiss’s signature white. Her hair had grown much longer and curlier than when Willow last saw her, with a loose strand brushed over her scarred eye.

Side by side like this they looked like the perfect pair. Like they were meant to be together. And the way they acted around each other they felt like they were too.

“Ms. Willow,” Ruby called, nearly throwing herself into Willow’s arms, “it’s so good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too, sweetie,” Willow answered, hugging her back, before turning to her son and extending an arm, “you come here too.”

Weiss did not complain, stepping into his mother’s arms and joining in the group hug.

“I missed you two,” Willow whispered to the two of them.

“I missed you too, mom,” Weiss replied.

Even nowadays, after everything they had done, her boy still spent so much of his life traveling the world and fighting evil. He was a huntsman, after all, it was to be expected. But it still meant she had to go so long without seeing him.

She pulled away from the hug and smiled at the two of them with pride.

“Alright, we can do sappy family stuff later,” Whitney interjected, “let’s get this portrait done while the lighting is still good.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” Willow laughed softly, before more pointedly adding to Weiss, “and you button up that shirt, young man. I don’t want my son to be immortalized as a fuckboy.”

Weiss gasped, and Winter groaned.

“We really shouldn’t have let May teach you that word.”

With more than a little embarrassment, Weiss went about following his mom’s request. 

He had always enjoyed showing off his chest since he had figured out who he was, but as much as Willow supported him most of the time, that was simply not the look she wanted decorating their home for generations to come.

Soon the six of them were shuffling around the room, trying to find a good position in front of the camera, so everyone would get to be in frame. 

It was awkward, and there was more than a little elbowing between the siblings, but soon they had found a satisfying pose.

They were just about ready to set up the camera timer when Weiss interjected, “wait! I almost forgot.”

He extended his hand forward and a glyph formed in front of them. From it emerged a familiar frame clad in white armor.

“I know it’s not really him,” Weiss explained, “but I thought we should include grandpa Nicholas.”

Willow looked up at the white knight before her, like she had done so many times as a child.

“Yes, I think we should.”

~~~

Properly taking the portrait had resulted in a deluge of tears, mostly from Willow, though some from Whitney as well. 

But for once they were all happy tears. A feeling of accomplishment washing over the two Schnee women as they realized their dreams had finally come to pass.

Once the tears seemed to stop, and they had all settled down, came time for dinner. 

Though all five of them had offered to help her in the kitchen, Willow was more than happy to cook alone, just actually playing the role of mother for once while she listened to her family chatter about.

“I can’t believe you two managed to be so gay you looped back around to looking straight again,” Whitney joked as she looked over the portrait.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Weiss demanded.

“I’m saying that if someone who didn’t know us saw this picture they’d assume I had two straight brothers with two straight wives,” Whitney insisted.

“I take offense to that!” Ruby shouted.

“Don’t listen to her,” May interjected, “she’s just mad she’s the only Schneebling without a partner in the picture.”

Whitney scoffed, “I’ll have you know I’m quite happy being single,” there was a beat of silence before she added, “besides the last cute boy I tried to make things work with happened to share his body with the soul of an ancient wizard, and I’m not dealing with any of that.”

They all laughed together at this little bit of absurdity. 

All except Winter, who seemed deep in thought.

“Is it weird…” she eventually said, “that I kinda like the idea of being mistaken for a man even if I don’t like the idea of being a man?”

“Not in this family it’s not,” May argued, “we’re all different flavors of gender fucked weirdos.”

That had something Willow kept catching herself thinking about.

How none of her children turned out to be quite the way she expected.

It had all started with Weiss back when he had first been allowed to explore just who he was. Then it began to spread through the family, each of them stopping to think about what that meant for all of them. If they too were just playing a role, and if maybe there was something else they could be.

One by one they broke free from their father’s shackles, and grew up to be the wonderful people they are now.

It made Willow proud, but there was still another feeling it caused in her.

“I’ve always been jealous of you three,” Willow admitted apropos of nothing.

It was as if a record had been scratched. 

All in the room turned to look at Willow in surprise at what she had just said.

“Oh, you know, getting to explore your identity and all that,” Willow tried to justify herself, “Nicholas had always been a kind, accepting man, but… well it’s not like I even knew there were options back then.”

“Uh, Miss Willow,” Ruby called, “you do know there’s no age limit on that stuff, right?”

“Oh I know, dear,” Willow assured her, “I just thought it would have been nicer to have a chance to do it back when I was younger.”

Ruby and Weiss shared a look, before Weiss added, “mom, have you been questioning that stuff lately?”

“Only the normal amount after watching all my children go through the same process,” she insisted, though that only prompted more stares, “what? Did I say something wrong?”

“The normal amount?” Whitney asked, one eyebrow raised.

“I mean, it’s only natural after seeing all three of you come out as some flavor of trans,” she argued.

“I guess you’re right,” Whitney surrendered, though her eyes were still narrowed, “...did you find anything out?”

Honestly Willow did not understand why they were treating this like some kind of interrogation all of a sudden, but it’s not like she had any reason not to answer.

“At first I even considered I might be similar to your brother, but I don’t think I ever felt as strongly about my gender as he did,” she admitted, thinking back to her childhood,  “I’ve had my moments growing up of fancying a nice suit, or wishing people would call me sir, but they had always been fleeting things. One week I’d be jealous of my father’s beard, and the next just thinking of beards made me itchy and uncomfortable.”

Willow laughed at that one, she remembered asking Nicholas when she’d grow a big beard like his. 

What a silly child she was…

“Still, that’s hardly enough to justify any drastic rethinking of my identity, right?” Willow shrugged, “I guess everyone has these little flights of fancy.”

Once again there was silence in the room. 

The five of them looked between each other as if waiting for one of them to take the initiative.

“Uh, ma’am,” May was the first to break the silence, “have you considered you might be gender fluid?”

“If this is an alcohol joke, it’s in very poor taste,” she shot back.

“No, I mean…” May opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to find the right words, “like maybe your gender changes over time?”

Willow blinked a few times.

Like her gender changes over time?

That was… odd. 

She was pretty sure one’s gender was one of those things that was set in stone. 

That’s how it had been explained to her at least. 

Weiss hadn’t become a boy, he had always been one. That had always been his gender, they just hadn’t known about it until then.

“That’s… not how that works, right?” Willow asked, not fully sure she was understanding this correctly.

There were some non-committal noises coming from May before Winter interrupted.

“Gender is a lot more complicated than you think, mom,” she spoke with the tired tone of someone who learned that from experience.

That was… something to think about. 

For now all she managed to say was, “Huh.”

That got a giggle out of Whitney, who just blurted out the words, “I can’t believe there’s not a single cis person in this family.”

[numbaoneflaya]

hiiii papa bear, can i get 011, 014, 022 for Felria, 021, 035, 052 for Sarge, and 028, 059, 077 for Nirn pwease and thank u

kissnig this ask so kindly as apology over how fuckn long it took me, i forgor abt it in my askbox 4give me 😭😭

Fel

011. How would your character court the person of their dreams?

-She is very perceptive and people watches stalks in order to get information on others- in her line of work she seduces a lot of people as part of her efforts to get closer to them, so shes very in tune with what individuals want/need, which comes in handy when trying to court a partner (and not just a target). With someone shes genuinely trying to woo shes much more playful and bratty, takes a kind of ‘pulling on ur ponytail bcs she likes you’ approach which she would never take with a victim. Teasing and flirtatious, pretty brazen too bcs shes not afraid to vocalize what she wants. Does things like leave lipstick mark kisses on notes, give expensive gifts so they can match, and also kill people they seem annoyed with or at least offer to do so.

014. Detail one secret shame your character feels.

-Honestly, shes the tiniest bit ashamed of killing her younger sister. Only the smallest part, and it may still be raw embarrassment. Imagine being so insecure you need to kill a toddler. Is it guilt? Shame? No, she tells herself. 

She's unfamiliar with the feeling of shame, mostly. Even when the guards had cursed and dragged her away naked to the black cells when theyd found her fucking the corpses of her victims, she wasnt ashamed. Only mildly annoyed and pouting. Shame only enters her vocabulary when she's going through her mountains of dresser drawers, and finds just how out of fashion some of her old dresses are- how had she ever worn those in public? Gag!

022. What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen?

-Herself in any new outfit in the mirror, clean and flushed, smiling and manicured. She takes her own breath away, though the view of someone exhaling their own last breath beneath her may as well  be a strong second choice. 

Sarge

021. How do they display affection?

Hes big on hair ruffling if you'll let him, given as hes about two feet taller than most people while in human form. Hes a bit of a hugger too, and gives the best bear hug you'll ever get in your life. He shows affection physically like that, and also in copious compliments in whatever you're doing. Does also do enthusiastic back slaps but it kinda feels more like being tapped by gentle moth bcs if he really went in on it you'd be slammed across the room.

035. What is the most important rule your character lives by?

-hmm… maybe just a simple ‘don't cause shit where there ain't none”? Hes pretty damn hesitant to start up drama between the human and demonic world, because he knows how fuckin difficult it is to manage that once that door is open and politics get involved. Also the golden rule of ‘Dont Shit Where You Eat’ is pretty important to him. Hes not about to start causing problems near his base or around the people he works with.

052. What is your character’s worst flaw?

He's a pretty selfish man with very little regard to any sense of greater good. He may care about certain people and love them even, so he can understand other people having the same proclivity, and he can also understand people who only care about themselves and want to cause harm to the world. But he can't fully wrap his mind around people believing in the idea of any ‘greater good’ or vague moral ideation without real world benefit.  He thinks anyone can be bought or broken down enough to get something from them. 

Nirn

028. What makes them laugh out loud?

-A well timed quip or verbal jab, especially if it takes him in surprise. If it's against him he'll still laugh just be prepared for something equally scathing in return, though he remains playful with it. Hes also fond of plays and any good comedy will probably earn a few chuckles from him.

059. List several phrases your character is fond of uttering. Where did they pick them up?

-I have no idea how to answer this one but he do be saying shit like “Truly? It is so?” “Rather unbecoming of you.” “Shall we?” *insert long winded spiel abt proper etiquette he learned from a book his father made him read as a child* “there is no need to be so… uncouth” “impudence is seldom rewarded. Mind your tongue”

077. How often do they cry? Over what?

-Very very rarely :/ mans is truly older than balls and cant recall the last time he cried. Probably if he were to let someone in and care for someone and they died, but he doesnt do that very often at all. Lat time he cried was probs thousands of years ago out of frustration over his brothers antics and the chaos they caused.

[sennamybeloved]

i know im not saying much (frankly cause im really really horrible at putting my emotions into words) but ahri's asu has genuinely been really special to me. i've loved ahri a lot for upwards of four (FOUR!!!) whole years now, and i have just been holding out for the day that her design was finally modernized and her lore was finally utilized, and it finally came and i could literally not be happier.

her design is cohesive and pleasing to look at. her outfit is no longer a vaguely asian halloween costume and is now distinctly ionian. her model is bearable to look at; her tails don't move like cardboard, her skins look pretty, her ears have physics, her face moves!!!

her new vo reflects genuine character growth and portrays her as more confident, mature, and happy. whereas her old one was seductive, high-pitched, and fake-feeling, this one is deeper, calmer, and more true to ahri herself. she feels like a solid, well-rounded character, and i feel like i got to grow with her. and there is literally no better feeling than growing, changing, and experiencing life alongside your f/o. i am very, very pleased with this update.

[pkmnprofaspen]

Aqua's probably my second or third pick for teams I'd join if I had to pick one.

The good half of Team Plasma would be my first choice since they're the best from a moral standpoint. Sure, they were misguided before the Neo split but the ones that sided with N are genuinely good people and have learned from their mistakes. But, they aren't really considered a "team" anymore and are more of just a charity, so they might not count.

My second pick is Team Skull. They do their thing not out of a desire to cause harm to others or drastically change how the world works, they're just upset the trials were too hard and are being rebellious. I hear their leader, Guzma, was in a bad situation growing up and that might be a reason they're more aggressive than the usual rebellious teens, but they're generally good people overall and they got a lot nicer after the Alolan Champion spoke with them. They weren't causing much trouble, just putting graffiti on an abandoned town and dancing at people. Plus, they have the best uniforms of any team IMO.

Aqua's third because they're generally chill people. They had much more justification for not realizing awakening Kyogre might be a bad idea than Magma did with Groudon, (Come on, you're a team of SCIENTISTS and you can't figure out that awakening the ancient deity known to cause major droughts might not be the best idea? Also, why did they assume the Blue Orb with the Alpha symbol on it would be the one that controls the red Pokémon associated with the Omega symbol when there was also a Red Orb with the Omega symbol right next to it? I get why the people who just really like fish might be confused there, but actual scientists with actual degrees should understand these things.) they support gay rights and gay wrongs as stated above, and their uniforms are cool and actually appropriate for the place, time, and situation.

Compare that to team uniforms like Magma, which were were DEFINITELY not designed with practicality in mind (What sane person wears a hoodie on top of a sweater while inside a volcano?), Flare's (absolute fashion disaster, also tf was that plan?) or god forbid whatever old tapestry Ghetsis stole from an antiques shop and decided would make a good outfit.

Finally, they're one of the few teams whose names actually make sense. Like, Team Rocket and Team Galactic aren't really doing anything in terms of space travel, (No, Palkia doesn't count. Cyrus wanted to make a new space, not explore the one we already have, and it didn't have anything to do with galaxies.) Team Plasma isn't doing anything plasma-related, (what would that even mean if it was accurate? Would they be doing, like, evil blood plasma donations?) Team Flare is only accurate because they like Fire-type Pokémon and has nothing to do with their actual plans whatsoever, Team Skull doesn't have anything to do with skulls, and Team Star doesn't have anything to do with stars. The only ones that make sense are Team Aqua, who wants more water AKA Aqua, Team Magma who want more volcano eruptions for more land which would make Magma, and Team Yell, who makes the most sense because they absolutely do yell. They yell a lot. Gotta respect those Galarians for putting up with that much noise, couldn't be me.