#so citrus and trans

[discarded-replica]

alright so who are these guys

[lillotte17]

(nsfw)

I don't know where it fits into the timeline of their relationship yet (possibly act 2 before things get Serious and they take a sex break) but I NEED some sort of slightly tipsy Nivan bragging about his bedroom skills and saying something along the lines of "If you wanted I could take you so sweet and slow that you'd just fall to pieces with my cock inside you."

And Astarion is Suffering from a case of Why Do I Have Feelings for This Idiot and just, "That's nice darling, but I don't think you're equipped for that."

Nivan, offended and stubborn,"What? Yes, I am!"

Astarion, completely stone-faced and within hearing range of everyone else in the party, "Darling, I've had my tongue in your cunt."

*cue various unhappy groanings and spit-takes*

And then Nivan has to belligerently explain that he DOES have a dick, he just LOST it, because the mind flayers didn't take all his equipment when they kidnapped him. So, now his penis is just...on the loose somewhere. Lost in the wilds of Faerun.

[squidartism]

Hhi. Hello. I've never posted the oc I'm absolutely insane over. This is Citrus Orange Diamond. This is his newest ref piece from a few days ago. He's. I'm so crazy in love w/ him yall don't even understand

He's transgender he uses he/him if I see ONE wrong pronoun. Lazers will shoot out of my eyes and blow up buildings

[citrus-blade]

I hate being sick

All I wanna do it write my silly little dreamnoblade fanfiction while being wrapped in my silly little blanket and chatting with my silly little online friends but NAH

[ghostofcitrus]

I'm 1 day post op :))))) I'm so happy

[bubblebassfatass]

I wanna spread this little trans joy but idk where else I feel like not a weirdo to say it! But my room got complemented on smelling nice. And I know it's bc of the smell of all the beauty products and things I use so I got complemented for that really pretty girl smell in my room and it made me feel good !! :)

[pyxxiestyxx]

Rosebud

Ryan sighed, leaning against the door to his room. He had been locking himself in here the past few days now, though he knew the weed could easily enter whenever she wanted. Hell, she could probably rip the damn door off its hinges if she needed to. Still, an ounce of comfort was better than nothing.

He slowly slid to the floor, holding Sinna close. The weed had given it to him when he had woken up, a large plush cinnamon roll about a foot and a half in diameter. She had told him that the plush was his to have and hold and name, and he had quickly grown close to the thing. Every time he squeezed it, it released this really nice puff of citrus scent that reminded him of home on Remula, to the point that he had even begun talking to it.

He was definitely a little concerned about his mental state when it started talking back, though.

"Hey Sin, um…am I…am I going to be okay?" He couldn't help but blush a little as he held the plush out, seeing the cute simplistic smiley face on the side of the roll.

"Absolutely, dear! Why, what's wrong?" The voice he pictured was a cute one, very feminine and soothing.

"I…its just…between what happened at class today, and how Luca…how Violet has already accepted her place as a…as a floret…I'm just scared that I'm going to be next, you know? I don't want to be a floret!"

"Awww, but honey bun…you'd make a precious little girl for your Owner!" Ryan blushed at that, shaking his head rapidly but not replying. For some reason, the plush insisted that Ryan was actually a trans woman, like Violet. Which…which was…not what he wanted, nononono definitely not nope nu uh.

"Do you mind if I use that name we talked about, dear? I loved it sooooo much, and it was sooooo cute so see your smile~" He shrugged, looking away and biting his lip, so Sinna continued, "My little Roooooose~"

Rose…Ryan blushed, hiding his face in Sinna at the mention. "ofdgbnokmsfkoghmno."

"Rooooosey poseeeey, its okay. Its okay to be scared. But your Owner loves you lots and lots, and she won't never ever ever let you forget it. Why don't you talk to her a little?" A burst of orange scent around them, and she relaxed…he relaxed?

…she relaxed.

"I…okay. Um…where are you then?" Rose knew who had been talking to her, she wasn't that dumb. But the pretending had helped, in a way. Talking to Sinna the cinnamon roll was a lot easier than talking to Sinaforte the Owner, Second Bloom.

There was a quiet knock on the door, and Rose slid out of the way as the lock clicked open, and the door swung inward. Sin smiled down at her, holding the microphone that let her speak through the plushie.

"Let's chat then, Rosie."

[blood-teeth]

ALEX STERN (M/F 25)- THE LAST ASTRONAUT Personality type: ISFP place of birth: Houston, Texas favorite color: blue characteristics: genuine, honest, stubborn, patient, reliable, curious, strong-willed, loyal physical characteristics: pale skin, easy to flush, myriad freckles scattered across both face and limbs. something like constellations. you map new charts and craft stories with legend of old. red hair, a sleek ginger that catches everyone's eye. f!Alex's hair is long and that lightly waves and frizzes in the humidity. she will often wear it up due to habit and military requirement. it is a treat to see it down. m!Alex's hair is cropped short, the top left just a tad long. his sideburns will often connect to his beard, which he never has on duty. when longer, it will wave near his ears. Their hair is soft to the touch, unbelievably so. Alex's eyes were once a warm brown, the color of soil, of tree bark, of cashmere-warmth. now they are an irradiated hue of space-blue and green, the color of space-travel and hypersleep. Vanilla. Cashmere. Honey. Alex is 6'0"

OPHELIA VALDEZ (F 23)- THE SCIENTIST Personality type: INTP place of birth: NEW HORIZON, QIII, THE COALITION OF THE LAST FRONTIER, WRD 3A favorite color: orange characteristics: transparent, intelligent, determined, serious, independent, confident, capable, calm physical characteristics: sheets of long, dark hair that pairs perfectly with her startlingly green eyes. you think, perhaps, hers had once been a dark brown, so nearly black. her hands are always cold, but her body runs hot. her smile is always the brightest thing in the room. it is all you can see. it is all you want to see. Vetiver. Roses. Lavender. Ophelia is 5'5"

PUCK GOODFELLOW (THEY/THEM 24)- THE ENGINEER Personality type: ENTP place of birth: NEW HORIZON, QII, THE COALITION OF THE LAST FRONTIER, WRD 5B favorite color: black characteristics: mischievous, fun-loving, aloof, clumsy, flexible, thoughtful, kind, creative physical characteristics: tan skin with curious scarring, most likely due to occupational hazards. cropped wheat-colored hair, curling slightly behind the ears. Flat grey eyes, like winter's stone, or the slick side of a glacier. strong in the shoulders and arms, but their thighs are soft, inviting. Fresh laundry. Tobacco. Cherry. Puck is 5'10"

CAIA/CAIUS CAIN (F/M 25)- THE BOTANIST Personality type: ESFJ place of birth: NEW HORIZON, QIV, THE COALITION OF THE LAST FRONTIER, WRD 2D favorite color: green characteristics: earnest, thoughtful, compassionate, shy, resourceful, helpful, hard-working, open heart physical characteristics: dark skin that is soft and warm to the touch, always, without fail. Caia has long, intricate braids down her back. she finds enjoyment in tying various colored beads or crystals in her hair, matching it to her necklace. Caius keeps his hair meticulously wavy, enjoying the shine from his hair. He almost always keeps a neatly trimmed mustache. Gardenia. Bergamot. Jasmine. Caia is 5'8" - Caius is 5'10"

JONATHAN STERN (TRANS M 27)- THE MAJOR Personality type: ENTJ place of birth: Houston, Texas favorite color: red characteristics: rigid, talented, leader, resilient, hopeful, honest, fair, empathetic physical characteristics: similarly to his sibling, Jon's skin is pale and littered with freckles, though significantly less than Alex. he has always been grateful for this - he never needed to go to the dermatologist to check for skin cancer nearly as much as Alex had. Short and cropped, Jon's hair is a deep brown, red in one light, black in another. he inherited his father's straight locks, neat enough, but unable to manage unless gelled back. Jon is always clean shaven and has a pair of soft-looking brown eyes. if you look closely enough, you can tell his rigid front isn't always the truth. he has two matching pectoral scars from his top-surgery back in his teens. it was a graduation present from Alex who had saved for years to gift. Leather. Cedarwood. Citrus. Jon is 6'2"

[redstringraven]

⋆｡ﾟPROFILE: Cassia Dubois a tmnt'03 original character

BASIC INFO:

Name: Cassia Alyssa Dubois Nickname: Cassie, “sweet girl” (Esme and Oliver only) Age: 17ish (post-season 4) ; 19ish (present) Gender: trans gal (she/her) Orientation: aromantic asexual (sex neutral) Species: human (3rd Earth) Height: 5’7 (170cm) Eye Color: chestnut brown Hair Color: brunette (dyed bubblegum-pink) Birthday: December 5th, 1987 (sagittarius) Enneagram: 7w8 Voice Claim: Penny Parker (Snapcube on Youtube)

Likes: 70s aesthetic, weird little trinkets, “cursed” memes, nicknames, street art, snickerdoodles

Dislikes: Purple Dragons, triceratons, watching sports (boring!), citrus smells, big dogs (doesn’t like being jumped on or barked at), losing the game

(( biography, personality, & relationships w/ cast under the cut! ))

BIO:

Cassia was born to Oliver and Esme Dubois on December 5th, 1987, after several attempts to carry a child to full term. She had a ‘normal’ and quiet childhood. Oliver’s occupation as a train conductor required him to travel and travel often, so she was primarily raised by her mother after the two decided it would be best for their child to have roots in one place. Despite the demands of his occupation, Oliver took whatever stray time his trips allowed him to find creative little ways to communicate with his wife and child, be it written letters, photos or puzzles or doodles, phone calls during hotel stays--whatever he could do to ensure that, no matter where he was, he was still present in Cassia’s life. Whenever he is in town, best believe the family’s schedules are cleared to maximize their time together.

As Cassia grew, she began to feel detached from the gender she was assigned at birth. While her parents always welcomed her to express herself in the ways that came to her naturally and made her happy, she began to notice the world around her didn’t. She began being bullied or ostracized by peers for being “too girly”, chastised by adults at school for behaving in ways that were “too feminine” and "concerning", finding more and more that when she’d daydream she’d picture herself as a girl among her few friends--all culminating in a breakdown when she was in her early teens. One evening, as Cassia sat in the kitchen doing homework while Esme prepared dinner, she began sobbing. She asked Esme why she had to be born a boy. She didn’t want to be one; she wanted to be a girl--like the few friends she had--be able to do what they could. Esme tried to assure her that who she was, and how she wanted to express herself, was her beautiful choice; that no one got to tell her who she's expected to be. And while Cassia seemed receptive to this, it didn't appear to be enough to stop the tears or pain. Concerned, saddened, and unsure what to do, Esme asked Cassia if she would like to be referred to as her “sweet girl” from then on. The sentiment seemed to work, and, slowly, Cassia calmed down. But as the rest of the night went on, Esme felt this wasn't as simple as a reaction to a bad day.

That evening, after Cassia had gone to bed, Esme and Oliver stayed on the phone long into the night discussing what happened before dinner and the pain their child had expressed. Esme began seeking out a therapist and making regular trips to the library for books to read between clients, and Oliver assisted how he could between stops. A friendly exchange with a passenger drew his attention to New York City’s LGBTQ+ Center and community as well. Slowly, but surely, they began Cassia’s transition process. 

Oliver’s mother and brother were more than supportive, but Esme’s side of the family rejected Cassia’s transition. So, Esme rejected them. Cassia continues to have a wonderful relationship with her paternal grandmother and uncle, who love her very much. Cassia chose her new name, and she asked her parents to choose a middle-name for her. They chose ‘Alyssa’, after her paternal grandmother.

For the next few years, life was pretty normal and uneventful. Until it wasn’t.

One night, an alien race that called themselves the Triceraton Republic invaded Earth. Throughout the invasion, Cassia and Esme remained hidden in their apartment, but Oliver had been in the midst of a trip. They lost touch with him and fell into a state of fear and worry, having no way of knowing if he was safe or even alive. It wasn’t until after the triceratons fully abandoned Earth that they were able to contact him. While the family came out the other side unharmed, their sense of security had been severely shaken. Esme, already prone to anxiety and worry, struggled to navigate the weeks Oliver would be traveling. She and Cassia would both have long spells of insomnia throughout his trips that they tried to quell with “camp outs” in the living room, watching movies and sleeping in the comfort of a shared blanket fort around the couch. After a while, they almost allowed themselves to settle back into a semblance of normal...but a new danger began lurking in New York’s shadows. 

Esme would hear talk from her clients about missing family members, co-workers or neighbors; children who’d gone missing after school, reports of suspected runaways and sightings of police walking neighborhood blocks. Rumors of strange shapes in alleyways--sickly looking animals. Cassia was asked to either go straight home or to the small salon where Esme worked after school. She was not to stay out past dusk, even with friends. For several weeks, that tension of fear and confusion clouded the household. But, much in the same way as the strange occurrences had begun… they stopped. And New York City grew ‘quiet’ once more.

Nearly a year passed, and Cassia tried once again to settle back into the mundane. News of long trips for her dad still riled a strong sense of anxiety, and she’d catch herself being a little less than bold when it came to city exploration.

It was one evening, while she was out later than expected, covering Purple Dragon tags with images of Kirby, Yoshi, and the Pink Panther, that she got surrounded by a small group of the sleazeballs. She managed to ‘fight off’ two on her own, spraying them in the face with her paint, and she nearly skated away before one managed to grab her hair. But he didn’t have her for long. A figure dropped down from a nearby roof and knocked him out. When she turned to look at the newcomer, Cassia found herself face to beak with a green… alien? creature of some sort. He pleaded for her not to spray him in the face with paint, too, and after a few seconds of tension, Cassia felt an odd sense of familiarity wash over her. He was scared of her—in some small way. She promised not to tell anyone about him (a bit of a white lie, as the moment she got home--and the reality of what had nearly transpired hit her--she burst into tears and told Esme everything, right down to the strange, turtle-like creature that’d had her back), and they went their separate ways.

It'd be another few weeks until Cassia crossed paths with the creature again, this time in the skate-park with his three brothers. She introduced herself (for real this time), and got to learn that her rescuer from that night went by ‘Mikey’. Turns out? He’s pretty groovy. And so are his brothers. Also, they shred?? That's SICK.

Cassia rarely joins the turtles’ on their more adventurous and drastic shenanigans, but she’s become a close and down to Earth friend. Esme has since met Mikey, and opened their home to him and his family should they ever need the escape or comfort.

PERSONALITY:

Bubbly, energetic, and out-going, Cassia has no problem expressing herself and relishes being an open book. If she’s not at school or at home, you’re likely to find her coasting around one of the city’s skate-parks, livening up a space with some creative street art, or at her favorite diner in a booth by a big bright window. Much of her street art involves pop-culture characters, with heavy influences of 60s and 70s bright colors and rounded shapes. If a space permits her to wear her skates, you can almost always expect to see her wearing her favorite pair of mint green roller skates with pink wheels and LED lights (her "watermelon wheels", if you will). Along with her trusty skates, she always carries a silly little backpack or satchel-purse with a few cans of spray-paint, chalk, and a pair of sneakers. 

On top of being social, Cassia can be very physically affectionate. She’ll hold your hand or hug your arm while walking places with you (unless you express discomfort with this, of course), and she tends to grab arms, shoulders, or hands when excited and expressing joy. Sometimes she’ll gleefully drum her palms against your back or shoulders (or in the turtles' case, their shells). She’s aware that she can be overwhelming for more withdrawn or introverted personalities, and  she does try to adjust her energy and volume levels when in the presence of those sorts of folks. Cassia won’t change who she is for you, but she will more than often adapt, so those around her still feel welcomed and comfortable.

She’s that girl who won’t even know you but will hype you up in the bathroom; if someone’s making you uncomfortable, she’ll make a scene for you--get them in a full nelson--who knows. Point is: befriend this silly girl, and you’ll have a friend for life. If she likes you, you'll have a nickname by the end of the week and regular donut drops on your front porch after you’ve had a rough day.

Relationships:

ESME & OLIVER DUBOIS:

Cassia and her parents are extremely close. Esme and Oliver were accepting of Cassia's transition immediately, and both are very involved in her life as well as the LGBTQ+ community in the city. Despite Oliver's work as a train conductor requiring him to travel often, he and Cassia have maintained a strong relationship through regular calls, letters, and other inventive forms of communication and gift exchange. Cassia's social calendar will go on pause when he's in town, so she has ample time to spend with him. When they're together, it's easy to see where Cassia gets her sense of humor, curiosity, and out-going nature. Esme works as a hairdresser, and, on her busier days, Cassia will take it upon herself to tidy the apartment or cook dinner to help out. Esme can be high-anxiety, resulting in both Cassia and Oliver being protective of her, but will snap into “mama bear” mode if she feels her daughter is being slighted or antagonized--anxiety be damned.  Similarly, she makes an effort to keep her salon space decorated with small pride trinkets to signal safety for her clients. Every child deserves to feel loved, and she'll go out of her way to ensure this happens. This is one of the many reasons Cassia was confident her mother (and father) could be another potential safe haven for the boys; she knew after the initial shock wore off, both would be more than accepting and loving. And they were!

DONATELLO:

While Cassia and Don get along, they spend the least amount of time around each other. Don falls into the category of people who can get overwhelmed by Cassia's company, so she's careful to give him the space he needs. She'll pop in to check on him, ask what he's working on, gush over it for a minute or two, and then promptly heck off. The longer spans of time with him tend to occur when Mikey ropes Don in for shenanigans or when Don lets her help with a paint job on one of his latest projects. Where Cassia's fallen into a "little sister" role with the other brothers, she carries more of an "older sister" air around Don and will speak up for him if she senses him becoming uncomfortable or irritated--times when he might opt for a polite tone when something more direct is warranted. Not that Don ISN'T capable of making how he feels known, but... he did ask for no pickles. Very disappointed you didn't hear him the first time.

Nicknames for Don include: Grapes, Donnerd, and Mothman.

LEONARDO:

Cassia enjoys Leo's company but sometimes finds herself a little underwhelmed by him. Where Mikey and Raph are more willing dare-devils and mischief-makers, Leo’s often hesitant to participate or will draw attention to potential consequences for whatever activity they're about to do. While sometimes frustrating, she appreciates him for it at the end of the day. His concern--and willingness to be “the wet blanket”--reminds her of her mom. She understands Leo's firm hold on the reins is more out of love than it is trying to ruin anyone's fun. This connection has also lead to her seeking advice or guidance from him. She very much enjoys engaging in quiet quality time with Leo, be it doodling in her sketchbook while he reads or practicing a dance routine (with her headphones on!) while he meditates nearby. However… to say that she thrives when Leo's silly and playful side comes out would be the understatement of the century. There’s little she loves more than coaxing out his competitive edge. He can deny it all he wants, but it's there. She absolutely delights in the glint he gets in his eyes when he's about to show off.

Nicknames for Leo include: Blue's Clues, Pink Panther, and Aslan.

MICHELANGELO:

Mikey was the first of the turtles Cassia directly encountered, and he was the one she formed the most immediate connection to. They clicked near-instantly due to shared interests in art, skating, and general tomfoolery. They’re a couple of high-energy gremlins, both naturally curious, highly expressive, adventurous, and attention-loving. Cassia’s become something of an anchor for Mikey, being a source that helps keep him grounded from all the craziness in his life. She’s been a point of guidance as he’s found himself on the aroace spectrum--another common ground the two share. She’s also not afraid to ‘force’ him to slow down sometimes and process emotions he’s been avoiding. Many nights filled with facial masks, nail polish, and mugs of hot chocolate have been had. Esme's already been taking mental notes of the snacks and drinks Mikey responds positively to and doing her best to make sure a few extras are stored away in the pantry and fridge. Just in case he's hungry and needs to drop in. Cassia assures her that the boys DO have a home and resources, but... oh, you never know.

Nicknames for Mikey include: Tangerine, Jell-O, and Champ.

RAPHAEL:

Since Cassia's friendship with Mikey often involves ruffling Raph's feathers, much of her friendship with Raph is banter-centric, teasing, and empty threats from both parties. Cassia’s slightly more aware of and, I guess the word would be 'attentive', to Raph’s temper boundaries than Mikey. This is partially due to being less familiar of Raph’s finer lines in the sand than Mikey, but it's also a sincere effort NOT to actually piss him off. It's not that Raph’s heightened states scare her or make her uneasy, moreso that this is a temperament she hasn’t quite figured out how to navigate yet. She prefers not to set it off if she can help it. Raph and Cassia have a silent affection sort of thing going on, where Cassia will climb up onto Raph's shell, and he stops walking long enough for her to get up there and then goes about whatever he was doing. Their version of Cassia’s habitual hand or arm holding, but perhaps in a way Raph’s more receptive of.  Sometimes, if she’s having a particularly high-anxiety night, she’ll text Raph and request a picture of Klunk or Spoon. A few minutes later, without fail, she’ll have a handful of cute cat pics to scroll through.

Nicknames for Raph include: Forks, Beyblade, and Kool-Aid.

MASTER SPLINTER:

Cassia and Splinter don't interact too much. Not that they deliberately avoid each other, of course, but Cassia does tend to bring a new wave of energy and noise to an already somewhat chaotic ‘household’. Splinter prefers to keep to his own activities or quietly excuse himself when he senses things are about to get rowdier than usual. Cassia’s been quick to catch on that Splinter falls into a similar camp as Don, Leo and her mother; she'll tone herself down around him (partially because she's realized his hearing is much more sensitive than most) and try to be a little less eager to instigate petty competition or mischief between the brothers. Despite that their personalities and forms of expression sometimes conflict, they get along well enough, and Cassia holds a lot of respect for him. Splinter hasn’t gotten to meet her parents yet, but she thinks the three of them will get along great.

Cassia always addresses Splinter as “Master Splinter” (or replies with "yes, sir" and "no, sir"), but when referring to him in conversation with others, she’ll sometimes say “the coolest slice of pepperjack this side of Brooklyn”. 

BREANNE O'NEIL:

Bree and Cassia have shared some classes throughout high school and knew each other on a casual-acquaintance sort of level. They became closer friends after Cassia encountered the turtles in the skate-park. Both are artistic spirits--Cassia's favorite medium being street art and Bree's being painting or sketching--and they enjoy having art parties with Mikey. Like with Don, Cassia tends to step into more of a “big sister” role with Bree and won't hesitate to throw hands with anyone who gives her a hard time.

Nicknames for Bree include: Sundrop and "Breanne, Green Eggs and Ham". (bree's tag!)

MIN-JI SEONG:

While Min-ji and Cassia had seen each other around school, they had never properly interacted until Cassia's second encounter with the turtles. Due to Min-ji’s recent experiences with the Purple Dragons and the Foot, she was guarded and a little suspicious of Cassia's ease in accepting that there were mutant turtles in the city. As Min-ji became more comfortable around Cassia, they grew closer as friends. Enough so, that they had a nice little heart-to-heart after school one afternoon. Min-ji expressed concern for Cassia’s safety when it came to her antagonizing the Purple Dragons by painting over their tags, and Cassia in turn offered to help Min-ji process leftover pain and anger she harbored toward someone she thought she could trust. Min-ji often struggles with her confidence and self-esteem, but Cassia’s already made it a main mission to be her biggest hype-woman, as Raph’s already Min-ji’s biggest hype-man (Leo’s just gonna have to deal with that… unless he thinks he can prove otherwise).

Nicknames for Min-ji include: Ji-ji, Jeepers, Swan Song, and City Siren. (min-ji's tag!)

NYXRAM:

While Cassia and Nyxram haven’t met, it probably goes without saying that any encounters would be… tense. Especially on Cassia’s end of things. Even though Cassia and her family were fortunate enough to not have direct contact with triceratons during the invasion, the event was still traumatic and caused her family immense distress. Should Cassia find herself in Nyxram’s presence, she’d likely be overwhelmed by fear and anger but would clam up and try to make herself as invisible as possible. 

(nyxram's tag!)

GWYNETH:

Cassia’s interactions with Gwyn have been quite minimal and civil. The two are friendly toward each other, but there is an underlying sense of unease and distrust. Whether it’s because Gwyn’s not from Earth or that Cassia can feel Gwyn doesn’t trust her, Cassia instinctively grows more alert in the liáfsian’s presence. The two only seem to be fully at ease around each other if Mikey or Raph are also sharing the space with them. Cassia does, if she were being honest with herself, harbor a small amount of resentment toward Gwyn for disappearing and hurting both Mikey and Bree’s feelings in doing so. ...there’s... also a small part of her that does wish Gwyn would move on to another planet, as her presence on Earth might draw the attention of other aliens. She hasn’t heard a lot about this Darach guy, but she’s heard enough to know she doesn’t want another invader blasting down her door or making her wonder if she'll ever see her father again.

(gwyneth's tag!)

AISLINN:

If Cassia’s interactions with Gwyn have been minimal, her interactions with Ash have been next to none. Cassia’s aware of Ash’s sentience and presence in the weapon Gwyn carries around, but she’s significantly less aware of any details surrounding Ash. At most, she knows Ash is aware of her surroundings, has enough of a personality to be a bit of a smartass sometimes, and that Gwyn gets bristly when someone focuses on Ash for too long. So, she lets Ash instigate any of their interactions. Which Ash usually doesn’t do.

(aislinn's tag!)

YUNSOL SEONG:

While Cassia has only briefly met Min-ji’s cousin, Yunsol, she and her mother have already extended a supportive hand to her. Yunsol had been facing severe bullying, blackmail, and emotional abuse from people she thought were her friends. They'd learned she was a lesbian, still timid about this revelation, and closeted from her family. Min-ji sought out Cassia and Esme for help resolving the situation, so Yunsol could be free of it without being forced to come out to her parents before she was ready. Though Cassia and Yunsol have yet to interact outside of this heavier context, they unknowingly HAVE crossed paths online. Yunsol is one of Cassia’s favorite sapphic fanfic writers. She has no idea how many nights Cassia’s been up well longer than she should have, lying on her stomach, kicking her feet in the air, and hugging a pillow against her face while she reads the sapphic adventures of Elle Woods. And Cassia has no idea how much each and every one of those keyboard smashing comments have warmed Yunsol's heart.

(yunsol's tag!)

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*gentle disclaimer that bree, min-ji, and yunsol belong to @/plantdonut!

[allidoistrytrytryy]

a moment's silence when my baby puts her mouth on me (cove holden x reader)

ao3 version here

summary: Cove Holden and the black underwear (from Patreon moment 2, if you know you know), except it's his own surprise on a random Friday (smut with feelings)

word count: 3,116 words

tags: smut, porn with feelings, porn without plot, light dom/sub, switching, sexual intimacy, they're in love your honour, author has been feeling insane about cove for years and lately about the black underwear so here we are (female reader implied but i tried to be as non-descriptive as possible, can be a male trans reader too)

You were exhausted, your fingers rubbed at your eyelids and at your forehead, trying to take the headache away.

You had had a large project at your job, long hours, and planning that took too much of your time. You came home late, too late, so late sometimes Cove would already be in bed or asleep on the couch, always waiting for you (even though you had told him to sleep, not to wait up for you if you were too late, but he insisted every time).

You sighed at the thought of your fiancee. You missed him too much, missed being able to have time with him, going out on weekends or lazing around after work to watch a show you would fall asleep through anyway, snuggled in his warmth.

You hadn’t been able to do that in more than two weeks, always working, always in contact with your coworkers to continue the project even deep into the night. You were glad today was the presentation, and then you were taking a few days off, away from everything.

You felt the fear in your gut at the presentation. You were nerves on legs, as you always were when you had to talk in front of an audience. You knew that would never change, the way you spaced out, waiting and waiting, at your desk.

Your phone buzzed on your desk, which took you out of your thoughts and the ball in your stomach. A smile crept up on your face before you even had the time to read what the text said, at the name appearing on your screen.

Cove.

Romeo: You have this, show them what you’re made of. Love you. <3

You smiled hard, your finger rubbing at the heart emoji with the text, at the picture you had set as his picture on your phone. A picture of him asleep on your couch, snuggled under a blanket, his long hair freed from its usual low bun.

You hadn’t been able to resist the urge to take a picture, and your fingers had gone through his hair.

You sent him a heart back, now fired back up. You could do this, go home and kiss your fiancee senselessly until you fell asleep snuggled into his warmth.

And the presentation happened. It went well, and you shared smiles and compliments with your colleagues. Sighs of relief. You could all go home peacefully tonight.

Which you did. You sprinted to your car when the hour came, your colleagues’ laughter following you down the elevator. They all knew you were eager to be home again, to be with the fiancee you talked about too much. (You couldn’t help it. You loved Cove Holden too much, loved him since you were eight. What could you do?)

The drive went quickly and you arrived at your little place a bit further from the city in record time. When you parked in your spot, next to Cove’s car who was already there and home, you realized you had forgotten to send him a text. You bit your lip, hoping he hadn’t waited for it.

Five unread texts with Cove inquiring about the presentation, worried. Shit.

You climbed the stairs of the apartment complex quickly, your keys already in hand. You entered.

”I’m home! Sorry, I completely forgot to answer your texts, I’m so so...” You interrupted yourself by the sight of your living room, your coffee table with a range of plates and food, and even a cake.

Hands sneaked around your waist, a kiss on your hair, a chest against your back. Your fiancee enveloped you, mint, citrus and this particular ocean smell in your nose and you finally relaxed. “Hi sweetheart, how was it?” he asked gently.

You turned around in his arms and, as always, you had to crane your neck to look up into his eyes. You hadn't been fortunate with height while Cove had had too much of it over the years. His arms circled your waist. “Went smoothly, we can finally breathe now,” you answered and got on your tiptoes to kiss him quickly, which he answered with that giddy smile he never lost around you. “Now, what’s all of this, Covie?”

”Well, I knew it would go perfectly since it’s you,” you rolled your eyes at the remark but the smile betrayed you, the blush even more. “and wanted to celebrate it. I got your favorite things from your favorite places and got a cake.”

Cove looked like it wasn’t even an effort, and it wasn’t in your relationship. You both made so much effort, so much again and again for each other that it was just normal. But, it didn't change the fact that you were always touched by every gesture.

You still couldn’t phantom how dear you were to this man sometimes. You still couldn’t understand how your heart never seemed to stop expanding for him, taking in every piece, every detail, every word and action from him.

Your hands dragged his face to you, to kiss him deeply, like you had wanted to since you had finished the project. He sighed against your lips, that content sigh, his lips and tongue entangled with yours. An intimacy you could never get enough of.

”I love you so much,” you whispered against his lips and his eyes misted over, your crybaby, always yours.

”I love you too,” he whispered as if he didn’t want to break the calm of the moment, wanted to stay in this moment suspended in time.

Until you dragged him to the couch to drape yourself over him, eating and barely paying attention to whatever was on the TV as background noise. You talked about the project. He talked about his day and his own job.

When you finished, he pushed you to the bathroom. “Go take a bath, relax, I got the dishes,” Cove reassured and you pouted.

”But, I can help, I didn’t get dinner so it should be me,” you whined in his shoulder and he laughed while pushing in the bathroom while you couldn’t do anything.

”No way. Go, now,” he kissed your cheek and you still pouted as you got into the bathroom.

You did well on what he had told you to do, spending too much time in a hot bath until it got cold, your body wrapped in your comfortable fuzzy robe. You finally stepped out to get to the bedroom, itching to put your pajamas on, and fall asleep next to Cove.

The too-large shirt was in your hands, actually just one of Cove’s shirts you had stolen and never returned, as you did since you were teenagers, even before you were officially truly together. You hadn’t realized why the light was so dim, hadn't realized Cove was on the bed.

You turned your head slowly and you felt your knees wobble, felt your eyes widen until they almost popped out of your skull.

You had seen Cove in all types of clothes and nakedness over the years. You knew him and his body by heart, the moles, the sleeve on his right arm that you loved to kiss all over, the dips, and where the redness would creep. But right now? You were speechless.

Cove fucking Holden was sat against the headboard, half-lidded eyes on you, but you could see the blush high on his face and ears and down his neck. He was naked, well, except for the underwear but it was the underwear that made you want to scream.

It was black but it barely hid anything, the green happy trail visible from that delicious V-shape you liked to bite, down a dangerous low dip. Straps followed his hips and they showed his hipbones. You almost wanted to ask him to get up and show the back, to see how it looked over that ass you loved too much.

”Surprise,” he simply said, wanting to sound sultry but ending up at excited, embarrassed, waiting.

The shirt slipped through your fingers, forgotten on the floor, and you were still speechless. “What...are you...” you swallowed hard, heat at the back of your neck, on your ears.

Large shoulders were shrugged and he tilted his head, “I… we talked about how I wanted to try some...lingerie out and I thought it would be a good idea for a celebration.”

He was still waiting and you could see how waiting affected him, the redness ever more present on his face and down his neck, the quick jostle of his knee. You approached the bed slowly, eyes laser-focused on him.

You could feel a restraint slowly unfurling in your gut, a wait. You had missed Cove and his hands on you, you had missed the everyday intimacy but you had also missed the sexual intimacy you shared. You both couldn’t have enough of each other sometimes, a pull between your hearts and your bodies.

Your hands settled on the edge of the bed, and you crawled slowly to him, putting up a show for his eyes and his eyes only. The robe dipped down and he gulped, his eyes on your cleavage, on your bare chest visible underneath. You smirked, finding a place between his legs, hands on his thighs, so so close to the dangerous piece of underwear that threatened your composure.

”So, you decided to gift my eyes with this, baby?” you whispered, a finger playing with a strap at his hip. “You’re way too good for me.”

Cove gulped again and you wanted to bite at his Adam’s apple, leaving marks on his pale skin until everybody would know. He shook his head.

”What? You don't agree that you’re too good for me?” you asked, a little pout at the words, your eyes on his face. You were playing the game of how sultry you could be, how much you could push it until his own restraints broke. “Maybe I should show you.”

Your hands traced the straps and the edges of the underwear. Your mouth found a nipple as your hands traced but never touched where you could feel a hardness growing and growing. His moans hit your ears and you smiled, your tongue playing from one nipple to another.

”You don't have to...” he tried to say, his moans high, and god, did you love how vocal he could be. He was always so vocal, so good.

”I want to, so be a good boy, baby,” you whispered, bit at the side of his chest, so muscular, so pretty. He moaned higher, hips bucking against your chest. Your mouth traveled down and down, following the green trail of hair. “Driving me crazy with this, Covie.”

Your hands caressed the hardness over the fabric, but your mouth found the tip already out with how hard he was. The dip was so low that the tip was the only thing visible, so your tongue swirled around it, the saltiness hitting your tastebuds. You moaned, fingers at the straps.

”Oh my god," Cove whined loudly, hips bucking again, the tip making its way deeper into your mouth. “Shit, sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to...”

You shook your head and pulled at the straps downward, until the underwear sat underneath his cock and you pushed more and more into your mouth, desperate for more, to make him feel even better.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck," you heard him repeat and you wanted to smile, to tease him like you always did because he only ever cursed in those moments, so gone, so desperate.

More and more, until you felt tears in your eyes, until you breathed through your nose, hands at what you couldn’t fit down your throat because of how big he was. But you loved it, thighs clenching to relieve the ache that formed in between.

It wasn’t about you, even though you could spend hours between his legs, to look at his head thrown back, his eyes closed and face scrunched up, like now. He looked out of this world, long hair around his head, down his shoulders, redness still at his face, sweat down his neck and on his chest. You couldn’t believe he was yours still.

”Shit, sweetheart, I’m gonna… I’m...” Cove’s voice rang out and you felt how tight his balls were getting, see how his abs tightened. He was close, and a part of you wanted him to cum in your mouth, but you had another plan.

You popped off his hardness with a loud pop, saliva around your mouth, and his head rose up, his eyes opened in question. You crawled back up his body, your hands opening your robe, until you could throw it on the floor beside the large bed. You settled on his lap, hands on his shoulders.

You swatted his hands away before they could fall on your hips, and you saw the small pout on his face that you kissed away with a laugh. “Sorry, no touching baby, be good a bit longer for me,” you kissed along his face, nibbled at his neck, leaving a few hickeys as your hips moved, your wetness rubbing on his cock.

Cove whined still against your shoulder, “But you look so good… And you’re so wet,” he moaned, groaned. “Let me touch you, please,” he begged but you shook your head, your hips rising up to catch the tip at the edge of your wetness, of your warmth.

You slowly sunk down, your own moan unable to stay in your throat at the delicious burn his cock always gave you, that fullness that always took your breath away. You hummed as you sank lower and lower.

His eyes were closed tightly, his body trembled when you finished back on his lap, the length fully inside you. You stayed still, enjoying the moment, and his hands stayed beside his hips, beside the underwear that was still underneath his cock, trapping his legs in place. He was taut, all muscles tight and restrained.

”Please, please, move," Cove begged and you could only answer with your hips moving up and slamming back down.

Your moans intertwined with Cove’s, as you rode him, slowly, building a faster rhythm with every breath, every moan. You rode him, a deep pleasure building in your stomach, pleasure built with his moans in your ear, your teeth at his shoulder.

You rode him until your thighs trembled and his hips, so restrained until now, slammed up in response. You almost screamed his name. It had hit that one spot deep inside and your body had fallen down onto his chest.

All restraint broke in his body, his hands at your hips, so tight you knew you would feel them still tomorrow, “Sorry, I can’t...” he breathed out, before his hips slammed up again and again, his hands guiding your hips down every time.

“Fuck, Cove, Cove,” you repeated his name, your forehead on his shoulder, your eyes on the spot that joined your two bodies together, his cock sliding in and out.

His name on your lips broke him again and you lost all control you had on the situation. His hands manhandled you on your back, almost ripped the underwear that had started it all off his legs, and he had your legs folded against his chest before he slid back in.

The breath was knocked out of your chest, your hands tugged at his hair, and your eyes were on him always. The muscles bulging with every movement, the sweat trickling down, the pure ferocity and desperation on his face.

Cove wasn't always pushed to this side of dominance, if not ever. Not to this degree. You both liked to switch, to play with what were the limits and new things, but falling back into lovemaking most of the time. Here, your gentle sweet Cove was gone, to leave a rougher Cove you loved too, your moans encouraging him.

”Don’t stop, Cove, don’t stop," you begged, hands desperate in his hair, hips moving to answer every thrust deep inside, against the spot. You could barely talk and he could only groan and moan, his own mouth busy on your nipples, back arched.

You were getting closer and closer, and he could feel it, the way you arched more and more, the way you were tighter and tighter around him, the way your moans only got louder. His eyes were on your face, a hand moving down from your hip to the nub of nerves, so wet from everything.

Your head tilted back into the pillow, “Cove, I’m… I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, warned and he hummed in response, his thumb insistent on your clit, in time with every thrust. Your back arched even more, the pleasure exploding in your stomach, behind your eyes, and in your whole body until you were left a trembling thing underneath Cove.

His thrusts slowed down, but your hips moved and you shook your head. “No, don't stop, need you to cum,” you croaked out, voice spent, hands still tugging at his hair.

”I don’t want to hurt you,” Cove moaned over you, eyes half-lidded on your face, but you shook your head again. You tugged him closer, forehead against his.

”You can’t hurt me. Please Cove, I love you, please,” you begged, his thrusts were erratic and you could tell he was close.

”I love you, fuck, I love you so much, I love you," he repeated against your cheek, and you hummed, answered back, until he moaned louder.

Until the final thrust, until he came deep inside you with your name on his lips and you kissed his face.

Cove detangled himself from you only to bring back a wet washcloth, to wipe you and himself. You only got up to go the toilets, fast and impatient, to find him back in bed, under the covers.

You cuddled in his arms, your cheek on his shoulder, legs entangled to look at him. Content, beautiful. It was magical, as always, to go to sleep with him every night, to have him be the last thing you always saw at night.

”Well, that was a nice surprise," you giggled and he smiled lazily. “I’ll be the one to surprise you next time.”

He groaned lightly but laughed, forehead hitting yours gently. “If you want me to really die, sure,” and you could only laugh, his lips on your eyelids, yours reaching up to kiss his eyebrows. “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

You hummed, “I love you, Covie.”

His smile grew larger, and his cheeks turned red as always, “I love you too.”

And you fell asleep, safe, happy, home, where you belonged.

[wowowsophawowow]

I’m dumping a bunch of twitter drawing request I got you do what you like with em !!!

Robin and Sanji choosing matching outfits like the pretty trans girls they are, we stan queens ‼️

Baby child’s Zosan but they are feral and do the “boy picks on girl he likes” troupe

I was asked to draw Corazon and I do NOT know him so I tried my best, bonus doodle of my wife bc she’s being cute in the memory loss arc

Someone asked for Law x Killer but I misread Law x Kid so they won that day with two doodles

Baby Law and Corazon ONCE AGAIN I DONT KNOW THESE GUYS IM JUST GOING FOR FEEL !!

Finally Straw hat girlies girl night, they are so beautiful Fr and I FORGOT TO DRAW NAMIS TATTOO AUAGAHUHAUHHHHHH

Finally Citrus trio with some Usopp and Luffy in the back bc I love em hehe

[hahawasabi]

Is the camera on?

AHEM, AHEM! GREETINGS FROM UNIVERSE N.0V-27!

WELCOME, LADIES, GENTLEMEN, AND FELLOW MEMBERS OF THE AUDIENCE IN BETWEEN !

☆ Congratulations! You've managed to access the space channel! I'm your host, Citrus! ☆

Buttt I also go by Lee, Mango, and Wasabi!

You can be a guest at my show too! If you want to :]

BUT BEFORE INTERACTING WITH THE HOST!

◇ Here is the host's "Do Not Interact" list and other important things.

DNI: Darkshippers, TERFS (we love ALL trans people in my show), zoophiles, homophobes, racist people, fatphobic people, Blacaviar/Oycap/Espressoline/HollyPitaya shippers (the host doesn't feel comfortable with these ships.), and just assholes in general.

NOTE: The shippers are ALLOWED to interact, if you like the ship, that's cool, I just don't want to see or know about it!

and I am NOT a system. I use host as a name for this and just this.

I am also a "selfshipper" as the people on earth call it, so block "#selfship" if you dont wanna see that.

Of course, even the host needs to show their emotions from the deepest parts of the galaxy. So block "#wasabi's vent journal" or "#vent" for that. ◇

Now with that out of the way...

♡ I like gushing about...: Cookie Run, LMK, TMNT, and Sanrio!

Meet my buds! (More to be added...)

☆ The botanist from FishCity! (@cin3maa) #live theatre 🎼

☆ Interesting yapper... (@secretlytherealsonicthehedgehog) #sonic clone 💙

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Take a seat, grab some popcorn, and enjoy the show!!

[acrystalwitch]

First an introduction to Lucifer: Usually in my deity guides this is where I’d share a bit of mythology on the deity I learned from their texts. Here will be a lot of UPG and SPG instead from him and other followers of his instead, as the texts he is in purely see him as evil and misunderstand him. This might ruffle some feathers so again please know; I understand I’m speaking from my own UPG a lot.

From the best of my understanding, and from what Lucifer has shared with me…

Lucifer was an Angel from the Christian religion. He was his father’s most beautiful Angel.

His father made the angels to serve him and always rule under him, he was the only god in his pantheon and wanted to stay that way.

The angels never even questioned it, things were how they were and that was that. But, Lucifer started to question it, he felt it was unfair and cruel for a god to create so many creations just to serve him and worship him, it was selfish and controlling. So he asked to be treated as an equal, and instead was punished.

In that he gathered all of the angels he’d been able to rally behind his cause. He wanted to free them of the idea that told them they couldn’t ever be more than his servants. Lucifer revealed to them that they were all no different from gods themselves. They rebelled against their controller, and lost.

Lucifer and his angels were kicked out of their pantheon and thrown into Hell, being called ‘demons’ now.

The demons rule different parts of hell and Lucifer is said to be the king of all of it. But I also believe he spends most of his time on Earth.

When Lucifer saw that his father created humans and was doing the same to them in Eden that he’d done to the angels he felt so sorry for them. He snuck his way into the garden and tried to get them to pull the veil from their eyes. He helped them see that they could make decisions for themself, and that’s the energy he continues to try and bring to us all wherever he can.

He is a deity of love for humanity, love for freedom and independence. A god of rebellion and justice for those who have been walked all over. He is angry and sad and kind and fair. He is pride and self love. Confidence and knowing yourself inside and out.

My personal experience with Lucifer:

He is the 3rd deity I brought into my personal pantheon I worship and he is very key to my pagan practice.

He came into my life to help with a lot of my religious trauma and things revolving around the church and my childhood and my parents.

He also helps with a lot of my gender and trans issues, as I and many others that work with him see him as a more non-binary being (I use he/him pronouns mainly but I have always felt Lucifer isn’t binary)

He appears in meditations to me as a blonde man, looking kind of sad at times, but other days very excitable and probably the one that makes me laugh the most (next to Thor)

WHY ALL THE LEMONS

You might’ve noticed almost everything I do surrounding lucifer I talk about lemons or have images of lemons.

Plain and simple answer is, lucifer really likes lemons 😂

It just kind of became our thing because I’ve always really liked sour fruits. They seem misunderstood like him, but also bright and sunny , with that sour kick.

On that note…

Other offerings for Lucifer

(Of all of my deities Lucifer cares the least about physical offerings and the most about spending quality time together)

- yellow, orange, red, black candles

- sunstone

- citrine

- carnelian

- flower agate

- gold jewelry

- wine

- Sun water

-chocolate

- citrus/lemon incense

-coffee

-tree fruits

Non physical offerings

- acts of rebellion

- artwork

- poetry

- shadow work

- hanging out with him while you do mundane activities

- learn about yourself, get to know yourself

If you have a lot of trauma in your past about the Christian religion and have felt like he might be reaching out to you, it could be worth pulling out your preferred divination method and having a check.

He has worked wonders for me already and I’ve found a lifelong friend in him as well. Of all my deities I’d say he’s the most understanding of humanity and what we go through and it just feels like talking to a wise friend sometimes.

[largishcat]

so pussy tastes kinda sour, right? it’s very acidic so that makes sense. citrus isn’t an exact comparison, but it’s the one i always make. cock on the other hand has a distinctly umami taste, with some bitter undertones that tend to linger on the palate. i bring this up because i don’t think ive ever seen anyone bring up the fascinating culinary experience of eating out a trans guy who’s been on t for a while. it is distinctly more umami! it really does smell and taste more like dick. this post doesn’t have a thesis, i just think it’s neat how you can literally taste the hormones. cock flavored pussy

[ghostofcitrus]

u even just ... don't know if ur gay or bi lol

[nirdoesnothing]

love your Reigen art 🥰 could I have your headcannons for Reigen 😋? I’m curious

HII THANK YOU <333!! and of course!! I've amassed a good chunk of them over these years of hyperfixation so I'll share :]

🏳️‍🌈 I think he's somewhere in the aroace spectrum.. it's rare for him to get crushes or be attracted to someone for that matter, so when Reigen realized he was feeling both for Serizawa he definitely started panicking 😭

🏳️‍⚧️ He's a trans man who started going on T about a year before leaving his old job and starting the S&S office. He wanted top surgery at some point, but eventually made peace with being no-op since the cost and recovery didn't feel worth it to him

🍊 Allergic to citrus and lactose intolerant but refuses to acknowledge it LMFAO

🇦🇷 One of his parents is south american (possibly argentinian, can't decide) but sadly he wasn't raised with any aspects of the culture or language

🌶️ Canonically he has a low spice tolerance, but I think it's still higher than Serizawa's LOL

🧂 His favorite type of flavor is salty/savory, while his least favorite is sweet

🎮 Mains Peach in Mario Kart/Mario Party/Super Smash Bros

That's what I got for now, I'll add more if I remember any <3