#sometimes super gay

[hajihiko]

close call maybe?

[non-un-topo]

To the next adventure...

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I.D.

[A drawing of Nicky, Joe, Quynh, and Andy from The Old Guard. They are all in profile, walking in a straight line facing the sun. They are dressed in medieval clothing and armour, and each carry their own weapons and bags. Nicky has his sword, a crossbow, a quiver of bolts, a dagger at his belt and another strapped to his ankle. Joe is holding his sword, a bag, and a coin purse. Quynh's bow is over her back, and her quiver is at her hip. Two daggers are strapped to her belt, one of them matching Nicky's. Andy is holding her axe, two bags, and a dagger. They each have serene expressions and closed eyes, as if they're not in a hurry. In the background, the seasons change from winter to spring, summer, fall. There is an old tree behind them, and its branches change with the seasons.]

[somegrumpynerd]

Quickly posting this now so I don't forget later lol

Happy anniversary to the Cat Gay Panic AU! @krossheadquarters

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For the last few weeks, Cross had been transformed into a cat every night. Why it started and what caused it, he couldn’t be sure, but it was almost routine at this point. Killer had found and picked him up on his first night and he’d been returning to Nightmare’s castle to hide out in Killer’s room ever since.

Until this night.

He’d hopped up onto the windowsill of Killer’s room only to find it empty. Well, Killer’s other cats were there, but the monster himself was mysteriously absent. On any other night Cross might have just turned around and left, or made himself comfy and waited to see when Killer might return, but something different had happened today.

Their teams had met up in the field earlier in the day, the usual fight for an AUs survival in the balance. At some point Killer had snuck up on him, and out of instinct Cross had dealt him a pretty hard blow. He wouldn’t have normally been so rough but it caught him off guard, and although it succeeded in getting Nightmare and his gang to retreat, he couldn't help but feel guilt tangling amongst his ribs as he’d watched Killer get carried off.

His relationship with Killer was something that was also getting tangled. They used to just simply be enemies, rivals on opposing teams, but ever since Killer started doting on him so sweetly in cat form Cross had become conflicted. Seeing a new gentler side to his rival had introduced all kinds of confusing feelings. Did he really… like Killer? If anybody else had been asking him that he would have told them no immediately, definitively. Certainly not.

Though, it made it much harder to explain why he was treading around Nightmare’s castle looking for him.

He should have just stayed in the room or gone home, but seeing Killer’s door was ajar had been too tempting. Even as an inconspicuous little cat, Cross felt his soul pounding as he darted down hallways and around corners. Sure, Killer may have been taking in strays like a shelter, but that didn’t mean the others would be so kind if they found him.

Why was he even doing this??

It was a silly question, he knew perfectly well why. He just needed to make sure Killer was okay. He felt guilty enough about hurting him earlier, now that the other was missing from his room it just weighed too heavily on Cross’s mind.

Finally, as he approached an open door, he heard familiar voices. He could hear Killer’s voice! Cross hurried over and peeked inside the room and sure enough, there was Killer lying on a bed.

There were two other beds in the room with sterile white sheets, and the walls were lined with cabinets full of bottles and jars and boxes. It looked like some kind of infirmary, but Cross had never imagined Nightmare’s group would have one. He didn’t have much time to think on it though, as once again his instincts took over when he saw Killer and he let out a little chirp as his tail raised up to greet him.

Killer shifted at the noise and propped himself up on one elbow to look down, his whole face breaking out into a grin as he saw the other. Cross refused to acknowledge the purr he let out at seeing that smile directed at him.

“Oreo!” he cheered. “you found me!”

Cross started happily trotting towards him, but stopped dead in his tracks as another figure stepped around the bed. A big dark goopy figure that fixed him with a suspicious stare, he could feel his back raising as he stared back into the single cyan eye.

It felt like he spent several minutes under Nightmare’s scrutinising gaze, waiting to be picked up with a tentacle and turned into paste or thrown from a window, but really it was only seconds.

“I don’t remember this one.” Nightmare finally uttered, turning his sceptical expression on Killer. “Are you still bringing in strays?”

“only sometimes,” Killer replied, far too casually for the look he was getting. “this one doesn’t stay all day, he only shows up at night.”

Nightmare was doing something to the top of the bed but Cross couldn’t make out what, it was too high up. All he could see was a strange blue-green glow coming off it. He did see Killer’s hand though, since the other was leaning it as far down from the bed as he could reach and motioning for Cross to come over.

Now that Nightmare seemed distracted enough, Cross continued his little dash over to meet Killer’s hand and happily purred as the other stroked his head.

“I wish you would stop bringing in these creatures who need so much care and attention.” Nightmare chided.

It wasn’t how Cross had ever imagined Nightmare reprimanding his henchmen. No yelling, no threats, no swinging them around. He sounded more exasperated than angry, like a desperate teacher trying to reason with the rowdiest child in their class.

“isn’t that what I said to you when you brought in Horror? you didn’t listen to me either.”

Cross didn’t need to see over the bed, he could hear the smug grin Killer was wearing for that remark. It was one thing to have that attitude with the enemy team, but it was another to speak like that to the powerful monster giving you orders. It made his fur start to stand up a little, was he trying to get himself killed??

There was a beat of silence that felt icy cold to Cross, but he must have been the only one as Killer kept petting him as though nothing was happening.

“I don’t have to heal you, you know.” Nightmare responded finally. “I can very easily let you lie here and heal slowly with time like everyone else.”

“yeah but you wouldn’t do that, you love me too much.” Killer chimed with all the confidence in the world.

Healing him…? Cross knew Dream had some basic healing magic, but he never suspected Nightmare would too, what good would it be to him? Was he actually fixing Killer’s injuries?

Suddenly Killer let out a little yelp, like someone had pressed their cold hands against him. Cross felt his back going up again and a hiss rising in his throat.

“okay okay, no more cats” Killer relented. After a moment he added, much quieter “…this month.”

He could hear Nightmare heave a sigh and the strange glow disappeared from over the top of the bed.

“I should have condemned you to the void long ago and avoided all this trouble.” He said, sounding more weary than annoyed.

“love you too boss!” Killer replied, and from the sound of it he was grinning widely again.

“Stay in here for the night and it should be fixed by morning, don’t do anything foolish before it’s healed.”

Nightmare stepped around the bed to leave and caught sight of Cross again, who tried to make himself look somewhat big and imposing. If only to cover up the chill of fear that ran through him at having Nightmare look down at him like that.

“And make sure that beast doesn’t destroy anything in here, or I shall make a rug out of it.” He added before walking out.

Cross could feel his fur standing on end, he didn’t take a threat from the god of negativity lightly. Killer must have been used to it though, as Cross heard him making little “pss pss” noises at him as he leaned over the bed.

“aw, don’t listen to him,” Killer cooed when he saw how riled up Cross had gotten. He smoothed his hand over Cross’s head and gave him a comforting little scratch behind the ear. “he’s just grumpy cause we lost, he won’t hurt you.”

Cross had no such confidence. Although… Killer did have a pretty sizeable collection of cats who seemed calm as could be in his room. If he was able to keep so many for this long maybe Nightmare really didn’t bother with them, but it was still very jarring to hear his greatest enemy talked about like he was nothing more than a crabby old neighbour.

“c’mere little guy, can you get up here okay?” He said, motioning for Cross to jump onto the bed with him.

With a little preparation (and some butt wiggles), Cross managed to leap up next to him, and was immediately greeted by two arms pulling him in and nuzzling on the top of his head. He didn’t bother fighting the purrs that erupted from this, it wasn’t because he liked Killer. He just enjoyed the affection, that was all.

“aw, I missed you too” Killer mumbled into the top of Cross’s head before planting a little kiss there.

It was apparently something Killer did pretty often to his cats, but Cross still wasn’t used to it as he immediately let out a little surprised chirp and began kicking his paws around. Thank the stars cats couldn’t blush, or he would be ruined.

“ah!” Killer sucked in a breath as one of Cross’s paws met his ribs, the same place where he’d struck Killer earlier.

Cross jumped at the sound, trying so hard to back away from the spot he almost fell right off the bed. Killer readjusted himself and rubbed at his chest but didn’t seem too annoyed, he even held out a hand to coax Cross closer again.

“heh, careful there oreo, can’t be stepping on me there.”

Cross walked back to Killer’s face like he was stepping over landmines, testing each spot with a delicate paw before putting any weight on it. Killer let out a little chuckle at his weird movements and wrapped an arm around him when he was close enough. He let out a quiet, apologetic meow.

“it’s okay buddy, it’s not your fault.” Killer explained. “Criss-cross got me pretty good, did a real number on me.”

He continued rubbing one thumb up and down on Cross’s cheek as he went on, sounding almost a little bit sad.

“we haven’t been as rough with each other lately, we were kinda having fun with it a little bit, talking shit to each other while we fought and all. I was starting to think maybe he likes me, but… I guess not.”

Cross let out what sounded more like a bark than a meow. No!!! That was an accident, he didn’t mean to hit so hard! It wasn’t that he didn’t like him just- just-

“heh, what? you think different?” Killer asked, amused at Cross’s little panicked outburst.

“Rrrrow!” Cross responded defiantly. Killer just laughed.

“eh what do you know, you haven’t even met the guy yet.”

Cross tried not to sulk as Killer resumed petting him. He pressed his face into Killer’s neck as the purring kicked up again, making the other giggle as his whiskers tickled the top of his spine.

“oh well, at least you like me don’t you oreo?”

After a second’s pause, Cross meowed back, with confidence this time.

[riddlers-left-buttcheek]

omagah I just realized I haven't posted my lego riddler/scarecrow lovechild yet 🙊

my muffin ✨✨✨

because your lego oc doesn't talk in the game, I got the idea of riddler and scarecrow adopting a mute child stuck in my head now, and I love it

I've been having a blast with this game. There's definitely been some...moments. Which add to the riddler and scarecrow lore I collect in my head. Especially scarecrow revealed some things I didn't know about him. I'll be making a separate post about that 👀

[theroseyhues]

And thats a wrap folks!! Happy day 30 and 31 of hermit-a-day-may to all who celebrate!

This has been a great month full of so much cool art. A huge thank you to Luna for organizing this event for the second year in a row. You do so much to make sure this happens and it is SO appreciated.

So, same time next year?

[ikemenomegas]

good-ending!kakashi and itachi need to have a little former traumatized geniuses cooking club where they get comfortable with making little "mistakes" and putting imperfect dishes on the table and improvising without needing to explain themselves like it's life or death

[sentientsky]

here, have a quick lil fem!crowley sketch (w/ ichor tears bc i adore angst, apparently)

[zippyskyfalls]

Hey guys stop calling my gf a fag that's so rude

[chettyspagetti]

CONFETII 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 I’m needing more ideas to draw them …. Any middle school or highschool headcannons you have for them are 100% appreciated

[the-somwthing]

thank GOD I wasn’t the only one who watched this and thought “this is gay”

[hauntingofhouses]

guys cmon. be ffr please. akemi did Not love taigen. the only reason why she was desperate to search for him to the point of putting herself in danger is because she didn't want to get married to an abusive man (which she believed at the time that takayoshi was). when seki tried to dissuade her from running off, her reason was not "but i love taigen and wanna be with him 🥺" it was because she refused to be controlled and have her autonomy taken from her; she literally says "i won't be locked away in edo married to a stranger." and when seki still tries to argue that getting married to the heir of the shogun would be better than getting caught by brigands, she then says "that kind of man"—referring to takayoshi—"treats women like animals. they say he's a tyrant." and when seki chuckles and says "what man isn't?" her response is "you." she doesn't even talk about taigen. she is using him as much as he was using her. they both see—or, well, saw—each other as means to an end. for taigen he saw that marrying into the tokunobu clan would elevate his status and wealth. for akemi she wanted the right to choose who she married, and she wanted that person to be someone kind. that's it! neither of them loved each other. but since they were courting of course they acted sweet to each other, and they do still care for one another, especially due to their romantic history. but let's be real! akemi is a boss bitch who dropped taigen and forgot all about his ass as soon as she saw takayoshi was a nice guy. because duh? not only is takayoshi a better lover (it's implied their lovemaking lasted a long time) but he's also kinder towards her and presents her with an opportunity to claim power and freedom, which she would not have if she had married taigen, as she would have still been stuck under her father's thumb. so literally why should she settle for taigen's stupid ass! she may be a little naive at times but she's still incredibly intelligent. she would not do something stupid for the sake of "love." you know who would though? taigen.

[batshikns]

new ocs??? after like what half a year???

[waspgrave]

it's really interesting being The Office Gay at my job because all the women there will be talking about how useless and annoying their husbands are until I need something done that 'traditionally' a man might do (fixing car, moving objects around, plumbing, etc) because then they're all volunteering their suddenly very skilled men to do work for me and my wife. I have so many part-time husbands on standby

[doctorferdinand]

I think that if you are a lesbian and work you should be paid a little extra for the days that you have to hear about thirty different jakeys.

[feline-evil]

I have the brain of a fallow deer i think because when i look at my beloved wrestleboys (or really any incredibly huge buff person) i feel the instinctive response in my brain of holy fuck this guy could eat me. Like i am some sort of prey animal. What's wrong with me. It contributes to the sense of awe when watching the sport but it's also another sign to never ever ever go to real life events lest i bolt in panic and dash in front of a passing Subaru.

[mejomonster]

something i needed to hear when i was younger, and depending on the pockets of the internet and the kinds of real life people you're around some people probably still need to hear it. ultimately, using a label is for you. you don't have to know for sure if you're a lesbian, or bisexual, or pansexual, or asexual, or something else. you're allowed to just say you're whatever label is helpful for you at the time to explain to people so they're understanding, or help yourself find community with people who can connect with you about shared experiences. some people use queer because it's an umbrella term and they don't need to explain the specific nuances of which labels apply to them, and they can use the broad queer label to just find other people with roughly similar experiences. some people use gay as an umbrella term for similar reasons. some people use ace and asexual as umbrella terms because they're demisexual or demiromantic and trying to find anyone who's going to somewhat relate to what they're going through.

maybe you have NO IDEA what label fits you! you're still figuring yourself out. you're allowed to try to connect to various communities to see where you relate, what shared experience or aid you find. (and this applies broader too: labels like your favorite fashion, the music you like, the hobbies you have, sometimes you like something no one in 100 miles specifically made a group for but your hobby might fall under a bigger umbrella you CAN relate to - like liking X specific board game might find ppl who relate at a bigger tabletop game convention, or a person into costumes could go to a Anime/Video Game Convention and relate at least a bit with cosplayers). you're allowed to CHANGE. First, just to change as you grow. You will be a different person over time in some ways, that's just how life works. You're allowed to change the way you label yourself. Second, you're allowed to not be sure the labels you use for yourself fits, to try out ones until you see which fits (as in - which labels help you connect to people who understand what you feel/like/are), and allowed to change labels if they stop fitting.

and finally: you are allowed to NOT tell people your label. If you label yourself, it is to make your own life easier - to help others like you find you, to help find people like you, to build community. strangers who may hurt you have NO right to your label. you don't have to tell them shit. you are allowed to lie. You're allowed to not tell your parent your sexuality, if you're afraid they'll throw you out of the house or harm you. You're allowed to not tell your work your sexuality. You're allowed to not tell strangers, in person or online, whenever you feel you do not want to share how you identify. (And again this can apply to more than sexuality: if you're goth and in a school with uniforms scared people will bully you if you bring up you're goth, you're allowed to not tell them - although sometimes teenagers find joy in declaring who they are including around people who would not respect it, so if you want to declare proudly what you like or who you are then go for it. You're allowed to not mention to your boss that you're trying for a kid, maybe you're worried they'd discriminate if they knew that, or pass you over for promotion, or would treat you different, or you just don't want to discuss your personal life at work. Maybe you're into kink and you just don't want to mention that to work friends, because you dislike discussing sex related things with work friends, and maybe you only want to tell them if they become a friend that goes to bars with you. Maybe you love drawing furry art, or getting furry art commissioned, and you love discussing it at conventions where you can meet other furries and tell artists how talented they are and buy some of their art, but you don't want to mention that to grandma and explain what furry is. You're ALLOWED to decide if and when you share a label you relate with. You are still a good person if you refuse to come out to your school as gay, or if you don't mention online that you're trans, or if you don't want to discuss trying for kids at work. My point is just: labels are for YOU to feel safer, to find connection with others who may relate to the label. They aren't necessarily things you have to be honest about, and perfectly sure about, to be moral. You're allowed to lie and omit to protect your safety. You're allowed to change your mind, or be unsure which label fits best.