#queerplatonic cowboys

[kit-middleton]

I am amazed it took until the tail-end of season FOUR of Yellowstone for someone to ask Ryan and Colby if they’re a couple.

They definitely have couple vibes, even if those vibes are pretty queerplatonic.

My idiot cowboys.

[lokiiied]

watched bram stoker’s dracula and they definitely all cuddle for warmth at night

[coonyhq]

petition to call qpr relations your pardners

[mrcowboydeanwinchester]

🌾 these quiet lives ⛰️

deanjo fic - 1437 words - rating: G - western au - read on ao3

There is a small ranch, somewhere on the border between Kansas and Nebraska, about a twenty minute ride out from the nearest town. Its windows are shuttered now, but in the ephemeral times of cowboys and outlaws, it was a bustling little place - perhaps not full of people, but full to the brim with two quiet lives being well lived after many days of hardship. 

These quiet lives were those of Jo Harvelle and Dean Winchester.

or, the dean and jo are long term cowboy partners on the ranch they bought together and now dean is cutting jo's hair fic

written for beloved rain @queerstudiesnatural's 2k celebration and the prompt deanjo! i had an absolute blast running with this. massive thanks to @magdaclaire for the beta <3

fic is below the cut!

There is a small ranch, somewhere on the border between Kansas and Nebraska, about a twenty minute ride out from the nearest town. Its windows are shuttered now, but in the ephemeral times of cowboys and outlaws, it was a bustling little place - perhaps not full of people, but full to the brim with two quiet lives being well lived after many days of hardship. 

These quiet lives were those of Jo Harvelle and Dean Winchester.

To everyone else (namely the nosey figures in the windows of that small town a twenty minute ride away), their partnership looked formulaic: a guy and a girl shacking up together with a few horses, a ranch, saving up to make the place a little cozier. Nothing that nobody hadn’t seen before. 

But what everyone else didn’t know was how radical their love was. The way that Dean was Jo’s first kiss with a man, and Jo Dean’s first kiss with a woman, when they were both far from virginity. How they had drifted in and out of each other’s lives for years like no one could decide their fate. The scars along Jo’s torso, too, were proof that they had almost been out of time. That they were alive, to realize the could-be potential of their will-they-won’t-they relationship at all, was incredible. It was the time of outlaws, afterall, and our two protagonists had not been immune to a lawless life.

With all that stood in their way you could perhaps be justified in saying their love was out of character. But it wasn’t. It made perfect sense, in the same way that poetry might, strong and solid in meaning if only when read by the right eyes. And that was Jo and Dean: a nonsense poem with a strict rhyme scheme, predictable on the surface yet profound between the lines. Rhythmic, galloping, beating hearts as certain as hooves on the sun-hard ground. 

Still, they weren’t strictly in love. Rather, the love was all around them. Jo saw it in the green oasis of their pastures amid the desert land, in the firewood piled beside the porch, in the leather jacket quietly left for her to wear on colder days. Dean saw it in the crystal clarity of the ranch windows after a rough wind, in the oats faithfully refilled in the stables, in the gift of a new hat with a wider brim when the heatwave came. For both of them it was a love of actions, the affection solid and tangible and filling after years of starvation.

Contentment, in the gentle touches of four scarred hands. 

On one of the long sloping dusks of August, the world bathing in nectarine and plum, Jo sat on the bottom porch step with Dean a step above, his knees either side of her. It was the kind of evening which cost nothing, yet gave everything in return, where the turn of the earth could be felt in the hum of the cicadas, and the day, while fading away, seemed still to be new - the kind of evening which only ever occurred thrice in the nineteenth century, and has not occurred since. Well, it was on that incredibly rare kind of evening belonging only truly to retired outlaws, that Dean held silver scissors (copper in the light) in his scarred hands as he snipped easily away at Jo’s hair.

“Almost a decade past since we got this place, now,” Jo mused. “You were 31 then, you’re 41 now.”

“And you were 24.” 

“I’m older now than you were when we moved here.”

Dean hummed, somewhere quiet between surprise and acknowledgement, the scissors snipping a melody at the nape of Jo’s neck. 

He had been in the habit of cutting Jo’s hair for as long as they’d set up together on the ranch - a few months short of a decade, to agree with Jo - as, though she liked knives, she wasn’t to be trusted with them near a head of hair, and Dean had had the practice of cutting his younger brother’s shag for all his adolescent years. 

Tonight, though, was slightly different from the usual trim. Cursing the summer heat and finally relaxing into Dean’s encouragement, Jo had marched up to her partner and demanded anything past her chin to be very decidedly cut off. She could tuck it behind her ears as she worked, and the wave of her hair would bring it up off her neck and out of the heat. All this had been patiently explained by Dean many times before. He had this way of knowing Jo, and knew, in the same way as he liked wearing his mother’s jewelry, that cutting her hair might steady her in the skin she was prone to slipping in and out of. 

So far, Jo liked it. Liked the feeling of weight leaving her, the almost dizzying lightness that came with her hair cascading to the floor. She had followed Dean blind into battle, and while she would not do that again, she could go all in on him cutting her hair well. The many hues of their relationship, the bright bruises of their coming-of-age, had not altered, simply mellowed. 

“D’you ever miss it?” Dean said, caring yet mild. “The life we had before all this?” 

Jo waited for two hawks to sail across the apricot sky before answering, no clouds to dapple the light. The words came to her easy enough, but from somewhere moving and deep, wading through long grass. She breathed in deeply, bringing herself to meet them, allowing herself to savor their sweetness.

“All the time we were running with that gang, I were thinkin’ - this is what proper love is, to have something worth dying for. I’d never known it before, you know. An’ then that hound sinks its teeth into my side an’ my vision goes white and there’s only one thing I remember seein’ after that.”

The careful snips of the scissors ceased, and Jo smiled, tilting her head upwards to hold Dean’s gaze.

“You. I could barely think nothin’ and it’s just your face in front of me and then I had one thought, and it were just that I’d been wrong. I were wrong. Love is something worth living for. By god, right then I knew it was worth livin’ for you.”

“Joanna Beth,” Dean whispered, his lips rose and soft around her name. 

Jo had not used to like it when he called her that, mainly due to the fact it was the name her mother had flung at her from across the bar in many a desperate fit of anger, back when she was alive and both of them working at the Roadhouse. It was a name that sank low in her gut like a guilty stone, heavy with the shame of misplaced temper. Jo had wanted to get out, and her mother had wanted a daughter, and neither could give the other what they wanted.

But Dean only ever used Joanna Beth in moments of adoration. As if he felt the simple Jo could not do her justice. When he said Joanna Beth, it meant he was seeing the whole of her, afresh, anew, finding again all of her troubled histories and still wanting to write futures with her.

Her slate was never, would never be clean. There was too much blood for that. But Dean saw the blood and did not love her in spite of it, but with it. Like he wouldn’t rather have her any other way. 

“Grow older with me, Winchester,” Jo murmured, and she turned in his lap to meet him, having been inches too far from him for far too long.

His lips pressed hers tenderly, like they had done hundreds of times before. The great heartlands of America could not hold as many sensations at this, for all of the lushious, dying, sprawling, changing lands around had nothing on them. They were not in love, but they were radiant with it, each with the other firmly and irreparably in their heart.

Jo had yet to find a gray hair, and she felt her breathing alongside Dean was nothing short of a miracle. She hummed these next words against lips, passing them like a breath between them.

“Grow old.”

And, dear reader, I can see even now through the shuttered windows of the ranch they whiled away their years on the many contented memories they made. There is still love there, this century and a half later: it is not a haunting, but a remembrance.

They did, indeed, grow old. 

[nurtleteckk]

another hylics oc just dropped 🔥🔥 idk what to name them but theyre Palabran's pardner (both in a cowboy way and in some not-quite-romantic-or-platonic-or-queerplatonic-either way too)

theyre a blacksmith, glove maker, and general handy worker

[spacespeckspod]

do you like:

haunted houses but the house is a nameless planet

queerplatonic polycules

soldiers with something to prove

dogs ???

tragedy and subsequent denial

aromantic cowboys

the world's worst roadtrip

then you should listen to SPACE SPECKS (on May 25th. Until then, you can check out our trailer!)

[deedra-posting]

P03 for the character breakdown ask thingy? :3

CRYING SHITTING THROWING UP

OK.

How do you feel about this character? THROWING HIM AGAINST THE WALL THROWING HIM AGAINST THE WALL THROWING HIM AGAINST THE WALL I'M SO NOT NORMAL ABOUT IT. INSANE. COMPLETELY GONE. Ok. I've let my brain scream now I should write coherently. I have sooooo many thoughts about it, I'm not sure they're all correct but I don't care. It's an asshole, no doubt about that, but ohhh boy I think there's something more. Yeah it's an ass, it's egocentric, it's annoying, it's arrogant, it's a nerd /neg, but I can't stop thinking about it feeling weird for being proud of his own area ("This area is good. What's this? Pride? Feels weird."), how he hates its own representative Uberbot (G0lly), HOW ITS UBERBOT IS HIS EXACT OPPOSITE. P. What do you mean by that. GRABBING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS P03 WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT. Like, if he doesn't hate itself then he sure doesn't like itself very much. He isn't even satisfied with its own game, though it's clear he hadn't finished it yet. I'm not the biggest fan of "G0lly was P03's original personality" (though I've ended up integrating it in my hcs because it works perfectly for how I interpret it being trans), but it is repressing his joy and whimsy for sure *curls into a ball* just like me fr fr (irl)....

Who do I ship it with? Me- I MEAN nobody, actually. Though he and Leshy are canonically divorced. I think they had more of a platonic relationship. Hmm actually it was queerplatonic. Based on mutual respect also. This is my answer to the non-romantic otp too

An unpopular opinion about him? Ok I don't know where this will go and how unpopular it is but. What if G0lly isn't really an individual. What if the reason why it despises playing as her is being reminded of how he used to be like. What if she's just a mask. What if she's always been one (something something trans and autistic something). What if its joy and whimsy was genuine but the way it showed it wasn't. And again, what if he's still silly but is so focused on repressing it that he refuses to acknowledge it. P. P you've created countless cowboy headhunter ocs. Please P I care about them tell me more. What if he has low empathy also. I think I'm projecting

One thing you wish would happen/happened in canon? I don't want, I need a mod for him, like Kaycee's for Leshy. I want a harder challenge and to beat its ass over and over again. Also I wantn to kiss it it should hapoen in canon

[evilrwbyfan]

murder drones headcanons

this is probably gonna be long sooo under the cut. Ok? ok… none of this is organized (there are categories but only 2)

some of these are based on canon but more than half are really just completely personal interpretations

first lets start with my sisters awesome headcanon

pillbabies are not as important as adult models, so them being used as defense weapons in dire situations is normal. just recode the baby lol

a drones transition from pillbaby to drone is very simple, there is no “in between” where they are tiny drone models, it goes pillbaby to adult model. mostly to preserve metal and oil, theres only so much of that to go around anymore. this is part of the reason why workers all look the same but ages vary so drastically. in the future though, i could imagine they implement a new system where “kid” and “teen” models are made just for better distinction and for fun. but that’d have to be pretty far in the future, probably whenever they’ve all finally dealt with the corpse spires and saved as much resources as possible

lizzy is a very observational and smart person but thats overshadowed by her popular girl act (lol)

doll took an interest in photography due to her father, she uses his camera and in a way its a coping mechanism (basically bonding with him spiritually)

workers prefer heat while disassemblys prefer the cold, this makes them perfect cuddle buddies but also causes the workers to be more attracted to the disassemblys which leads to more deaths

female model disassemblys have the worst time ever trying to sit down, those legs fucking suck

absolutely stealing this from seraphont but since workers were originally miners, they work like owls. Ok? shiny = gem = attracted = Ooooooo. YAY MORE WORKER DEATH BECAUSE DISASSEMBLYS ARE ATTRACTING THEM!!!!!

THAD IS A AROACE BUTCH. ok?❤️

Khan is also a butch. But in more of a loser way. Ok?❤️ this is lesbian drones. No men. Ok?❤️

doll is a food hoarder and has an ED

doll is a huge sweetheart past her exterior and is a gentle lover, platonically and romantically, but shes still incredibly awkward no matter how close someone gets with her DO NOT PLAY WITH ME. also fuck your stupid yandere headcanons certain side of the fandom

the reason doll has so many discarded mirrors is because of them breaking due to the absolute solver (probably canon idk. we were never told why ok)

doll and lizzy never dated, but they did have hookups (initiated by lizzy) and doll had a crush on her that eventually went away due to the v situation

if they were in mlp, workers would be earth ponies, disassemblys would be pegasi, solver ponies would be unicorns, and cyn/solver would be an alicorn (uzi is the exception to the alicorn rule)

n and v are queerplatonic partners

n prefers platonic relationships and romance is a complicated thing for him, he has a hard time distinquishing between romantic and platonic and is aroflux

lizzy would want to be a mom in her 30-40s, dont ask. just a feeling i have that im very passionate about

yeva is selective mute due to trauma from the labs, the only people who she vocally spoke to was doll, nori, and her husband. alice got to know what yeva sounded like but that was because yeva's development of select mutism started around the labs, alice and yeva were good friends at one point but with the way things at the labs went they ended things off on a sour note

alice and nori never liked each other, yeva was the voice of reason (not that they listened to her unless forced to). alice always thought nori was too careless and a brute, nori thought alice was a stuck up pushover who didnt know how to let loose

before going insane, alice was much kinder. she was your basic run of the mill cowboy, still had her countryisms and everything, but she was sort of the inbetween of yeva and nori? i guess. she was nice but still had a temper, she knew when to put her foot down and stand her guard but she also had trouble speaking out against the humans due to fear. trauma made her a very cautious and anxious person which plays a part in the "pushover" aspect nori was annoyed by, she has the solver but was never able to use it the same way yeva and nori could so she was almost thrown out by the humans multiple times. yeva is a part of the reason alice never got thrown out for being "ineffective" in research, but whether or not keeping alice around was the better option is subjective. it was common for the scientists to throw away the rejects and drones who proved unuseful in experiments, so alice stayed longer than she needed to because yeva was surprisingly a good persuader. although yeva also unintentionally played a part in driving alice insane by making sure she wasnt killed/scrapped lol

alice started going insane just a little before the labs imploded which is when the relationship dynamic between nori-yeva-alice started going downhill, this is when the alice we currently know started developing

nori was cyns favorite host during the lab days which plays a part in the reason why cyn ended up liking uzi so much

lizzy and thad are adoptive siblings, femme/butch siblings. ok? i also think they're really close. like the rest of the fandom, i headcanon teacher to be lizzys father Of Course. so that extends to teacher being thads father too, but i personally think neither lizzy or thad have a close or good relationship with teacher because... come on

j and v are exes. ok? i can imagine it started at the manor and was just a one sided crush on v's part that became a requited one after becoming disassemblys. i imagined j probably became more attracted to v after seeing her efficiency in battle, j's always been someone who's very closed off (just like v) so of course she would always keep v and n at an arms distance beforehand even during the manor... so i think v being good at her job being what lures j in to get closer to her makes the most sense, i feel like j would be too busy with tessa and worrying about god knows what else at the manor to notice anything with v at the time. butttttt since disassemblys only really had each other as company, they had more time to get to know each other (i dont think they were ever distant necessarily, but their relationship manor vs disassembly is very different to me). technically, they never officially broke up til episode 8 since j was "dead" since the pilot... but if they WERE to break up before episode 8, i'd personally say episode 2-3 because at that point in time they'd be on opposing teams and other factors just couldnt make it work

DOLL. HAS. ANGER. ISSUES. passed down from her mother. i feel like doll's personality aligns more with yeva's but her interests and small habits align with her father more, but changes from trauma overshadows a lot of the type of person she was beforehand

v is stronger than n but n is stronger than j, ok. ive seen so many people who hc n as stronger than v and i just cant see it At All im so sorry... i do think hes strong, i just cant see him stronger than v

alice's tail is a handmade prosthetic but i guess thats technically canon

love languages: n: gift giving/receiving, quality time v: words of affirmation, acts of service uzi: quality time, words of affirmation j: acts of service, quality time doll: physical touch, quality time lizzy: physical touch, gift giving/receiving thad: quality time, acts of service alice: physical touch, words of affirmation yeva: acts of service, words of affirmation nori: quality time, physical touch khan: quality time, gift giving/receiving tessa: physical touch, acts of service not doing everyone

thad is 100% a comic nerd and its something he and uzi bond over, uzi is more of a manga kid but it overlaps ok

nori totally played flash games when she was younger if she could have

tessa: i was born way after that i had an iphone 70 as a kid (something i read from a tessa blog that i think is really funny)

uzi is a larper and into dnd but i personally dont know anything about dnd i just know she would like it and rope v and n into it, they would probably all love it

doll has bpd, uzi has bpd, v has bpd, j has attachment issues, n has autism, khan has ocd (they secretly all have autism though)

j has a routine she follows everyday. what is that routine? im still figuring that out myself, but it was definitely disrupted due to the events of episode 8

doll is very emotionally devoid due to the effects of trauma kind of forcing her to be that way but i can imagine shes actually incredibly emotionally sensitive

khan tells dad jokes, n laughs at them

uzi exploits in games she plays and is smug about it, i think she uses it to troll rather than cause actual harm though cause shes just not that kind of drone

both n and j like board games, always have, it was probably one of the main things they bonded with during the manor days

tessa is the type of girl to hide her diary/journal under her bed instead of a drawer -- BRAIDON STUFF BECAUSE HE GETS HIS OWN SECTION CAUSE ALL OF THIS IS PRE-WRITTEN EXCEPT LIKE 2 THINGS: doll and braidon are adoptive siblings, braidons family adopted doll sometime around episode 5 and like Ok yeah this doesnt make any sense its something me and my sister came up with and ended up getting attached to

doll and braidon have a very rough relationship but he cares very deeply for her while doll is still learning to trust him, this whole adoption thing is really confusing we never went in full detail with it

He enjoys classical music. His name is usually misspelled as "Braiden" which makes him angry, he quickly corrects others with annoyance.

personality traits: nerd, logical, takes things literally, believes in spirituality, pragmatic, realist, extrovert, impulsive, reactive, talkative, stubborn, decisive, collected, calm, has a short temper, smart with technology, tech smart, honest, gullible, believes in higher power

tone: direct and to the point, doesn't spare any details, goes on long rants sometimes, sarcastic

likes: technology, ranting, talking, spirituality, literacy, reddit, tumblr, tidyness, proving himself right, phones, classical music

dislikes: stupid people --

putting this all the way down here because of the nsfw aspect:

if this were to ever happen or ever be a thing, workers would be the ones who “go into heat”. NOT. DISASSEMBLYS. disassemblys are loners who were programmed to focus on killing and only that, workers are the only ones who would need to “go into heat” because they are being killed off at rapid paces and need to reproduce as fast as possible to keep their species alive

ok thats all for this post. i definitely have other headcanons but i cant think of any others and it would be crazy if i tried to put every single headcanon i have ever thought of in 1 post

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[howlsofbloodhounds]

I had a dream a couple nights ago but have been so swamped with work and fighting my own procrastination I didn't have the brains to share it immediately.

I did mention what I think would happen if Patience fronted in the plural!Color headcanon, and this time my dream gave me material in what would happen if Clover (Justice soul) fronted and how they'd interact with Killer from there.

In Undertale Yellow in the Pacifist run, it is established again and again and again how kind and pure Clover is, but in the Neutral and No Mercy runs, every action they take can be dependent on self-defense or what they think is right. In Pacifist, they start seeing everything from the point of view of monsterkind and end up giving up their soul if that means the monsters can be free quicker. In Neutral, Clover kills whoever the fuck as a means of self-defense or perhaps judge who they kill and who they don't on a case-by-case basis. In No-Mercy, they fuck up monsterkind however possible in pursuit of freeing the five human souls before them. The actions they take in this route is a means of avenging the children the monsters have killed.

However, only the Pacifist timeline is canonical to how monsterkind got the Justice soul in the first place, at least as far as Undertale Yellow goes since it's a fangame and all that jazz.

Every action Clover takes throughout the game is fueled purely by their sense of Justice and nothing else, which may or may not lead to Color being a little apprehensive in what they'd think of Killer once they start interacting with him regularly, given his background.

But since I'm working with Clover from the Pacifist timeline, it becomes obvious soon enough that even if they could have grievances with all the horrible things Killer has done, they recognize how much he is suffering and that living under better and healthier circumstances would be a means of stopping those harmful behaviors.

All that being said, I think Killer and Clover would have an unhinged dynamic. You could say the same for Killer and Color's but I ain't talking about the married romance-flux queerplatonic faggots here, this has to do with a mentally ill man and a 10-14 year old with a gun and wild west drip.

Clover would hold this man at gunpoint at least once every time they front and Killer just gets used to it because he knows they're not gonna shoot him. It becomes a running gag between them that if they have any minor disagreement about anything nonsensical that came out of his mouth, Killer gets threatened with a plastic gun loaded with skittles ammo.

Killer would go out of his way to work up his own impressions of Emperor Palpetine from Star Wars and a highly stereotypical cowboy accent to annoy the shit out of Clover, especially when his face is on the blasting end of that gun. He would press his forehead right up against it and go "Dew et.... DEW EEETTT....." in that fucked up Palpetine impression while Clover struggles to keep their composure.

How Killer interacts with those six human souls individually may be a source of healing in how he views children, given his creation was conducted by a child (a very influenced child at that).

Cause think about it. He is not being forced to be their caretaker, guardian, or parent. He's not being expected to know everything. He's not being forced to interact with any of them in a certain way. Nothing about how he interacts with Color's souls is going to be forced or laced with expectations he cannot meet. Nothing associated with his trauma or programming is being taken advantage of.

How he interacts with those six kids will be on his own terms, because since they've learned through Color's guidance, they know how to take care of themselves without him, both collectively and individually.

They already have a parent. They don't need Killer to be one.

They’re also a part of Color and the only reason Color’s still alive, which may also be a factor in Killer’s..apperception? respect? for them, even if he very likely distrusted them in the beginning: either because he believed they were controlling color and making him act that way(aka thinking colors kindness isn’t real and he’s just doing it because something is making him, etc etc), or eventually because he suspected they were controlling Color and making him do things he doesn’t want. (Manipulating Color.)

Neither is the case, he realizes eventually, even if the souls do influence and (sometimes) take control.

They’re apart of Color, and I do think killer would eventually want to understand them, to understand the most important person in his life and perhaps, also in a way, himself.

There’s no obligation or expectations from them, they really don’t need or want anything from, besides perhaps to not treat them, color, or any of the others (such as delta and beta) like shit.

It’d be interesting to have the six souls and beta be how he starts questioning his views regarding kids—and as a result, Chara.

It’s unlikely to undue any conditioning in regards to them—that’ll take years to unpack because it overrides his own natural instincts even, and to also recognize that kids being kids doesn’t mean they’re trying to control him and that fully they know and intend to do what they’re doing (to basically not view them as mini adults capable of the same thing adults in terms of manipulation and harm)—but knowing that they don’t need him or want anything from him is a huge step. Especially when Color has the capacity to step in and stop him if something ever did trigger him.

Anyway Clover probably definitely asks Killer to play Red Dead Redemption with them and gets so angry whenever Killer does something to get low honor like robbing people.

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[amrass]

Fanfiction WIP overview 12.19.23

I'm still on a break from writing, but my mind is itching to create, it’s intense. So I thought I’d do a write up of my potential upcoming RDR2 fanfiction projects, and see if that can get them out of my mind. It also might be interesting for any potential readers of mine who follow this little account.

NSFW content bellow the cut.

- Moral Tinnitus. Crack. AU where everything the same except the RDR2 characters can hear the high and low honor sound. Arthur despairs while fishing. Dutch is chill. Micah is kinda deaf, and Baylock is the Dark Horse from RDR1, so he has to be super evil or his horse runs off.

- Scotch, Cream and Rum. (Named after the ingredients of the "Midnight Cowboy Cocktail", known for tasting terribly). Arthur/Micah/Dutch threesome, power play deluxe, PWP. Arthur and Micah's first meeting at Crenshaw Hills, hours after Micah saves Dutch's life, leading to odd arrangements.

- Perfect Night. Colm/Micah. Pre-canon sugar (salt) daddy AU, where Micah's father finds out about them. This is sooo kinky, with consensual noncon elements, piercing play and sounding? But Colm is nicer here than I’ve written him before, but still a salty crime boss, with existential angst.

- Under the Giant Trees. Arthur/Micah. Little Red Riding Hood inspired AU with alpha/beta dynamic. Wolf man!Arthur. Evil grandmother!Micah Bell The First?? Micah (III) with a red scarf or hooded leather coat??? Wtf

- Song for the Siren. Queerplatonic Javier/Jenny, femdom Jenny/Micah, hate and grief sex Javier/Micah. Deeply complicated relationships. The first time Jenny and Micah has sex, she tries to drown him.

- Untitled Van der Linde motorcycle gang AU. Arthur/Micah. Bunch of loosely interconnected scenes. Motorcycle Morbell race. The amount of leather here, wow.

- Untitled space western AU. Pirate gangs in a space ship prison. Multipairing. Cyborg!Arthur (due to mutated Tuberculosis strain)/mecha pilot!Charles, plus many more. Lotsa weird horror in this. Psychedelic drug lord Uncle? AI Grimshaw? Pirate overlord Dutch? Prison ward Bell family?

I won’t do all of these, but we’ll see! Whew, I think it helped … I’m going to have a Christmas drink and go to bed earlier today. Thank you for reading.

[ultrainfinitepit]

Hello! I was just wondering if you were gonna have a stand at Friend Fest this weekend? No worries if not though!! I got the queerplatonic and cowboy pins at the last event and they’re so cool!! I’d love to add more to the collection I’ve started :D

I'll be there but just as a customer, not vending this year - if you're looking to shop my pins you can check out the nearby SJMade Japantown!

[baeddoll]

got some queerplatonic objectum shit goin on with my cowboy jacket

[tex-treasure-chamber]

Ad Astra Per Aspera

Name: "Tex" Sonata

Pronouns: xe/they/she

Universes: BBC Sherlock, Black Books, The Blacklist

Age: 31 at the start of S1

MBTI: INTJ-T

Personality in five words: Cautious, Earnest, Macabre, Playful, Curious

Orientation: AFAB Agender person. Asexual and aromantic

Nationality: Texan (Mexican-American)

Physical description: 5'0". Sonata is a POC; xe has caramel brown skin and indigenous Mexican features in the form of xyr strong nose. They have heavy lidded dark brown eyes, dark brown wavy hair that curls at the ends and reaches her lower back. Small scar on right side of jaw along their chin. Small cupid's bow lips. Dark brown freckles occasionally dot xyr skin in constellations along arms. Hourglass figure.

Clothing attire: Sonata typically wears dark/light academia attire to work and an eldritch blend of detective film noir/southern cowboy/goth lolita/Hawaiian shirt wearing stepdad when on the streets. Regarding shoes, it's either cowboy shoes, oxfords, or thick heels. Usually always has on a large chunky jumper around the flat. Wears a wristwatch at all times except in the shower even though it's waterproof. Has two piercings in both ears and typically wears silver studs.

Occupation: D.I. working for Scotland Yard. Answers to D.I. Lestrade. Has some training as a criminal profiler

Home: 221C. Between the events depicted in Ep1 and Ep 3 of S1, Mrs. Hudson renovates 221C thanks to the combined income from Sherlock and John and Sonata moves in long before the events depicted in Ep3.

Interests: marine biology, astronomy, art history, zoology, criminology, learning dying languages

Hobbies: painting, letter writing with wax seals, photography, stargazing, drawing, reading and visiting Black Books for more books and to spend time with friends (xe always brings wine), writing poetry, playing chess, exploring London museums and art galleries, feeding the local magpies, cooking/baking.

Idiosyncrasies: hums/sings when xe thinks xe is alone, bounces leg, bounces on balls of feet, fiddles/gesticulates with hands, plays with the curled ends of xyr hair, doesn't make much eye contact, is prone to staring, shies away from touch.

-Relationships-

Life partner: Jim Moriarty

Queerplatonic partners: Molly Hooper, Gregory Lestrade

Found family (adoption style): Mycroft, Sherlock, and Eurus Holmes, Dembe Zuma, Raymond Reddington, Mrs. Hudson.

Best Friends: John Watson, David Black (belongs to @13leighstreet)

Friends: Bernard Black, Soo Lin Yao, Irene Adler, Mike Stamford

-Day in the Life-

When not working at Scotland Yard or at a crime scene, Sonata can be found at their home in 221C or out somewhere in London on any random given street with someone dear to xem that she's managed to drag along on yet another 'miniventure'. Often on Fridays she enjoys visiting Black Books with a bottle of wine and baked goods they made the evening before to pacify the owner and browse the store for a new book, typically with Jim or Molly by their side.

[xviistrings]

not fandom post but i desperately need a cowboy/samurai character duo. something something shamisen and banjos sounding similar something something they both have scarves theyve earned from their greatest victory and wear it as a reminder... huge egos and they think theyre untouchable... get into a duel... proceed to destroy each other's scarves... gift a replacement one later on... be all queerplatonic about it ok now we're getting off track. BUT YOU SEE THE VISION RIGHT