#sugar mcd

[lovertm]

photographer: Sugar McD // model: Jordan Underwood (they/he)

[gonedreaminggg]

my unhinged minecraft diaries hcs

- dante is fresh out of the guard academy when we meet him, so he's 17/18. meanwhile garroth and laurance are in their late 20s. you'd assume they'd have a brotherly relationship, but garrance are fully just his parents. garroth packs his lunches and laurance gets mad when he misses dinner because he's on patrol.

- laurance and garroth had sex. multiple times.

- laurance isn't a full shadow knight because he didn't die in the nether. he is more human than the other SKs in mcd, but he is still a shadow knight.

- zane is aroace and pledged allegiance to the church not because he was religious, but because he didn’t want to be forced to marry.

- the different regions have different laws. they operate like separate countries, minus the border patrol. some regions do have more defenses on their borders.

- dante is so, SO bad with names

- SKs have a raised body temp. usually around 99-103. Laurance is actually just a space heater.

- garroth reads romance novels. he's sworn emmalyn to secrecy.

- katelyn has to do the L thing to tell her left from right

- cadenza is a sugar mommy

[tanya-b1tch]

[extrastranszanepropaganda]

I’m in my hot girl era

[thelovelydoggycatmadi]

Warn: man titties

Is it canon? no but I never claimed I cared about the consistency in designs with Zane in particular.

Plus muscle men are just fun to draw some times get off my di-

[sarnianightlive]

head office walks through our store every single fucking week and we have to bend over backwards to make up for the fact that about 10 different pieces of essential equipment is completely broken and unusable and yet none of the managers at the store take the time to think hey maybe we should bring up how much of this shit is busted and maybe they can do something about it

[modtubso]

WOO nicknames !! ive not gotten peppermint hot chocolate from starbucks if they have it there but i like the one from mcdonalds and i make it at home,, absolutely would recommend! also sorry for no indents tumblr wont let me

Yeah tumblr doesnt let me indent sometimes either lol

but i get most of my not at home hot cocoa from starbucks just because me and my mom tend to pass by em a lot! i might try mc donalds but they dont make hot drinks very often at most of mine

[garcargofarfar]

May I request some fluff headcanons for Zane X Nana? I haven’t finished MCD yet but I can tell that they most definitely won’t be canon in that universe, so PDH and MyStreet version is what I had in mind :] (you can choose one or the other if you don’t feel like writing for both of them, I’m not picky /gen /lh)

A/N: Omg yes!! I love those two <3 thank you for the ask anon!

I can't really picture Zane and Kc getting together during pdh, mainly because they were both so different compared to s5!Zane and s5!Nana. So I've decided to go with a after Starlight Wonderland type of timeline(but if all the bad stuff didn't happen)

Hope that's okay!

Zane x Nana

FLUFF HEADCANONS

Zane is the type of person to not give nicknames, but calling Kawaii~Chan by her real name is enough to make her flustered.

Kawaii~Chan is the type of person to give lots of pet names like love, sugar, etc.

Nana is the type of person to be subtle and just enjoy the company Zane gives her

Zane would want willingly give cuddles

Kawaii~Chan will still be Kawaii~Chan in front of the others, but they'll soon learn that the two are dating with utmost confusion

Zane doesn't mind being with Kawaii~Chan or Nana. He likes them both and likes both their qualities

Kawaii~Chan likes kisses and hugs

She'll still fangirl over anime boys

Zane gets jealous and tries to look like an anime boy, failing miserably in the meantime

Nana would reassure him he's perfect the way he is

The two can watch My Little Horsie together

In fact, when Zane finally comes to be truthful about it, Kawaii~Chan squeals

Every Friday, they have a hangout session where they binge My Little Horsie.

They have small bickers about who's the better character in the show

In the end, they'll come to terms and realise each other are way more important.

- × - × - × - × - × - × - × -

[idcpxseur]

MORE random hcs that will potentially appear in my rewrite

not all of them are headcanons, some of them are lore drops that i decided to throw in for funsies

ive had this sitting in my drafts for so long

[ link to my last hcs post in case ya missed it ]

aphmau is obsessed with dating sims (this was inspired by me discovering blooming panic)

aphmau is a compulsive doodler. to the point where she keeps a little notepad in her bag so she doesnt draw on her hands

laurence is visually impaired/going blind

travis, garroth, and katelyn have all gotten their tongues stuck to frozen lightpoles in their lifetime

dante & travis are childhood friends and travis had a crush on dante in highschool

katelyn and lucinda met in middle school and have had a weird love/hate relationship since

cadenza, kiki, and zoey live in a neighborhood close to the main cast

nana goes by [kandi/honey/sugar] not kawaii chan (there was no way i was keeping that stupid nickname. havent picked which nickname shed go by)

aphmau loves dating sims and got katelyn and nana hooked on them too

nana is actually a magicks user just like in mcd

she uses her little maids to do her chores around the house (katelyn and aphmau hate her for it)

aphmau had a fnaf hyperfixation and infected the entire group with it

aside from nana, who hates anything even remotely spooky

during halloween on mystreet, aaron has dressed up as ghostface

everyone lost their minds

aside from aphmau and katelyn, who laughed at everyone losing their minds

nana actually has an intense fear of relationships which is why she obsesses over other people's relationships because she romanticizes them in her head

garroth, despite also being of the fruity variety, is the friend who buys anything rainbow and gives it to his gay friends

laurence has been and will continuously be the main victim of this

garroth also has no idea what a lot of the flags mean despite everyone reminding him

katelyn has bpd

and he frequently wears crop tops to show it off too

travis is a lil sleepy guy. if hes not doing something important, you can and often will find him curled up snzzing

and we love him for it

aaron is the friend that carries around shit for his friends

specific stim toys for specific people (chewables and clicky keyboards for aphmau, a puzzle ball for zane, soft weighted plushies for nana)

hes got a man purse /hj

aphmau has two long, jagged, faded lines on her back that she was born with. they look like were once deep scars

but theyve never went away and only seemed to have gotten bigger??

while not a big practicer of the craft, travis seems to be really good with witchcraft and magicks

no one knows what his magicks is though because both lucinda and nana have said it feels off

aphmau used to scare zane in a weird way. which is why (aside from just hating everyone and everything) he avoided her for so long before they got close

that fear is gone though

...mostly

travis has dressed up as spiderman for several halloweens in a row

aphmau and zane have gotten hyperfixated on beetlejuice together and dressed up as bj and lydia for halloween and cons

not at all inspired by myself and my best friend wdym

okay this hc list is even longer. i was supposed to be writing but i ended up... not doing that.

anyway thats enough for today!! sorry for my absence im focused on actually pushing out the fucking rewrite instead of just yapping about it

[mysticalsoot]

someone to (not) watch me die

mistki and dsmp dr? tears.

➸ note; um so i got one too many dsmp crimeboys edits on my fyp that inspired this monstrosity. i don't often cry at whatever I write, especially while writing it but I'm still recovering so.. fair warning. its based off my dsmp dr with @lillylvjy so that's why its very very very canon adjacent. anyways, listen to I bet on losing dogs by mitski while reading (have it on repeat) if you want an extra lil sting. also I uh may have used this photo on a diff fic before but if I did, no I didn't!

➸ pairing; c!lmanbur x gn!reader

➸ summary; wilbur's been distant lately but when you finally convince him to spend some time with you, your life takes a dramatic turn. he doesn't always keep his promises.

➸ warning; hurt absolutely no comfort, MCD !!! incredibly implied suicide/assisted suicide (going into a battle knowing he's not coming back), swearing probably, overuse of baby (sue me), reader kinda wants to off themselves at the end but uh who wouldn't? implied age gap

➸ age-rating; 15+

➸ wordcount; 2k

main masterlist // part 2

it wasn't uncommon for wilbur to be distant with you, he always had his moments where he was less than loving. but he always had his moments, the nights where he'd come home after a day of work, crawling into bed and holding onto you like his life line. he'd kiss all over your face and murmur sweet words and praises, how much he loved and adored and appreciated you.

yet, the next day when you woke up, he'd be back in his office, working by lamplight and only responding with hums and refusing eye contact. it was torture for you. getting him again, held in your arms and so close to your heart only for him to walk away. to turn off his warmth and shove the cold into your face.

there came a day where you wouldn't seek him out anymore, you'd let him come to you if he so desired. but he often didn't, and when he would exist out of his office once in his adult life, he'd simply complain about the war or his enemies or his father or his brothers. if anything, more complaints slipped past his lips than a simple 'i love you'.

of course, you wondered if it was your fault, if you did something that turned him off from you, made him shut you out. yet you also wondered if he found you to be a bother, or something that only held him back. granted it was known he was a bit older than you, it didn't really matter but maybe it finally got to him. where he internalized it and thought it would lessen his chances of being elected or keeping office for the country of L'manburg. you thought it was stupid, but it wasn't so out of the picture.

the day started out like most others, you'd tend to yourself, eating and showering and doing something to keep your mind at peace. often baking or crafting, or going out to the flower fields to check on what has newly grown. you began to get restless, hearing wilbur from upstairs. he's pacing and mumbling to himself. most likely frustrated with something new, something he must be writing. something with lmanburg. something that has nothing to do with you.

but you want to mend things, you want to heal things or at least build a temporary bridge between the two of you. you're desperate for closeness again, and while you'd never admit it to him; you could never love another like he. you simply couldn't find the same type or amount of love in your heart for another person. another insane man like him.

so, you set out to pick a bouquet of his favorite flowers, pruning them and putting them in a vase you both made together early on in your relationship. you filled it with water and sugar, placing the cut flowers in the vase and tying a ribbon around the glass and making a bow before starting your trip up the stairs and into his office. you sigh softly before knocking on the door.

you hear shuffling for a moment, drawers opening and the sound of paper rustling before wilbur sighs deeply, "come in, love."

you open the door, stepping in and closing it behind you, his face held in his hands on his desk. he lifts his gaze to catch on you as you set the flowers on his desk. his gaze softens on you, almost sad and mournful and you can't quite place why.

a sour, sad smile curves on his lips, "what are those, dear?" he pats his thigh, beckoning you to him. he hasn't done that in months--but you'd be a fool to decline, so you quickly run over, sliding into his lap and resting against his chest.

"flowers for you," you sigh, nestling your nose against his neck, his hands coming up behind your head to rub at your hair.

"why, baby?" his voice cracks softly and he leans his face down to your cheek, kissing the soft skin before nuzzling his nose against the shell of your ear.

"a reminder that you can't throw me away," it comes out as more of a whine than you would have liked it to, but as always, you become vulnerable around him. there isn't much you can hide.

he's silent, his body tensing up at your words as he combs his fingers through your hair. his breath shakes, but he hides any emotion he must be feeling too well for you to pick it out.

"I haven't thrown you away. you're my baby, yes?" he croons softly, his lips ghosting over your temple and cheek, placing kisses as a silent truce.

"then why do I never see you?" you huff, pulling your body closer to his as a way to soak in the attention. or to receive comfort. you are his baby, but you aren't strong enough to admit it.

"I'm busy, that's all, love. I'm here now, aren't I?" he sucks in a breath after he speaks, hands now both in your hair and on your back, trying to give you that comfort you seek.

"you should come to bed earlier tonight. just.. I want you to be around me, for once."

you can tell he takes a moment to think, gears turning in his skull as his fingers trace on your back, ghosting over the skin.

"I can try," he breathes softly, his face in your hair, and his hand held on the back of your head.

"do you promise, wilbur?" you whisper, pressing your hands into his back.

"I promise," he kisses your forehead, holding your face in his hands as he keeps you in front of him, "I have some more work to do, I'll see you later, okay?"

he brushes stray strands of hair out of your face before placing a few kisses around your face, landing a final sweet kiss to your lips.

"okay, okay," you whisper, like a promise to yourself as you step out of his lap, walking to the door and standing there for a moment before turning to face him.

"enjoy the flowers. i love you, okay?" you smile softly, and he meets your eyes, an apology held in his irises that you can't quite register fully.

"I love you too. i will, I always do," he smiles sweetly, waving at you as you leave his office and head downstairs. you're partly thankful he has work for a bit more, you had plans of going to nikis bakery to pick up a few pastries for the two of you to share and your hope is that he'll be done by the time you're back. so you slip on your shoes and take the walk towards town square. it's nice today, the leaves are falling all ready to crunch under the feet of L'manburg's citizens. the wind brushes your cheeks, chilling the skin and bringing that familiar fall redness.

you always enjoyed fall walks, and it always brought you joy but the prospect of spending time with wilbur this evening put an extra pep in your step. you wave at any familiar face, smiling softly and greeting all of the sellers at their booths. you don't notice your sister not being at her flower shop, or Tommy not tending his fireworks stand in front of it. you don't notice many of the things that are painfully off about the day, your happiness clouding your judgement.

you quickly slip into nikis bakery, looking down at the case of the daily pastry specials, before choosing two of her cinnamon cookies and two of her pain au chocolat. they're both yours and wil's favorite, and while you'd adore sharing, wilbur is often possessive with his sweets. so it's best to get two of each.

you smile to yourself as Niki packages each pastry and she giggles at your happy demeanor.

"feeling extra peppy today, huh?" she smiles, ringing up the pastries and asking for payment. you pay quickly while nodding, smiling so wide and happy.

"yeah, I finally got Wilbur to agree to come to bed early. so I have plans for a bit of a date night. i just hope he sticks to his promises," you grin, taking the pastries gratefully into your hands.

"he sticks to his promises, when it comes to you. I have a good feeling," she nods as she speaks, a few moments later you both bid your farewells to one another; fully knowing you'll be back for a bread order on Sunday.

you took the long walk home, wanting to take in more of the nature around you, and to give wil some extra time to work. you knew he'd go over what he promised, but you hoped he'd pay his promise due.

plus, the scenic route was always more enjoyable. so the longer way will do, the flower fields grazing your ankles. the sun setting gently, casting a golden hue across the land, the soft shadows of buildings and trees painted on the grass. it was beautiful, almost like you were walking through a painting.

you finally made it home, opening the door and shutting it behind you. not noticing wil's work boots being gone from their spot on the rack. you giggled as you held the pastries in your hand, calling out for Wilbur.

"Wil? my love! i have sweets from Niki!" you hurried up the stairs, peeking into the bedroom before looking over the banister at the downstairs; nothing. you hum, walking over to his office, opening the door to still find anything but him.

you frown, "wilbur?" you call again, turning to walk out before your eyes catch on his desk, the now empty vase held on the desk without a flower in sight.

you looked closer, there on his desk laid a note and a rose from the bouquet you put there the same morning. you opened the note after a moments hesitation and you skimmed the words, eyes widening and tears falling as the message set in your mind.

'my darling,

you'll always be my baby.

yet, there's more for me, just not here.

- yours, wilbur.'

you dropped the pastries, and then the letter, slumping into his desk before shuffling through every single drawer and pile of papers. tears cascading down your cheeks.

"no, no, no, no-" you try desperately to convince yourself or a cruel joke, searching for more answers somewhere in his desk. it must be here, mustn't it? he was always one for dramatics so surely there's another secret note.

you spend the next hour tearing through his desk, tearing apart his office before you admit defeat. laying your head on his desk and letting yourself crack, you let it all out. tears and sobs and cries and screams bounce against the bookshelves that line the walls of his office.

there's a knock at the door, and after a moment of contemplation, you dazedly take the stairs down to the foyer, opening the door and being greeted by Phil. by Wil's father.

"Phil?" you start, ready to ask if he's here to tell you where wil is, that it's some sick joke he'll apologize for and never pull again-

"you know, don't you?" he pauses, avoiding your gaze, "we found his body, he left this for you."

he hands you an envelope and you take it, nodding to him as he speaks soft words of condolences and a goodbye. you shut the door, letting yourself fall against it as you stare at the folded envelope, wondering if it's worth the trouble to open.

what more could he possibly say?

but also, what more could it hurt?

you open it gingerly, sighing softly as you sniffle, wiping your eyes gently.

as you unfold the letter, out comes a wedding band, tied by string to another ring.

the ring you told him you wanted as your wedding band.

it clatters to the floor and you break again, letting out loud, pained sobs as you cry and shake on the floor, eyes unable to peel themselves from the rings that now lay on the hardwood below.

the note falls beside the metal rings, a simple phrase scratched into the parchment; 'in another life, my baby'

you want to burn it, to scream and curse the universe.

but then you wonder how much trouble it'd be to join him.

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[regscupid]

9/21 prompt: miracle - past MCD, reanimation (875 words) - @jegulus-microfic

It stormed the night James lost Regulus, and it storms the night he gets him back.

The rain comes down in heavy sheets, slamming against the windows in a torrential downpour. There would be leaks in the ceiling, but James will deal with that in the morning. He’ll spend his night under his duvet, doing whatever he can to block out the booms of thunder and flashes of that night.

Flooding streets. The screeching of tires. A phone ringing.

He almost doesn’t hear the knocking. When it breaks through to him, he doesn’t hesitate to slip out of his bed and make his way to his front door. Sometimes Sirius shows up during nights like this, the one other person who understands. The one other person who is haunted by the rain and the ghosts that linger in it.

There’s another knock when he reaches the door. He allows himself one moment, just one, to brace himself for the crashing sound of the rain against concrete that would overwhelm him as soon as he turned the handle. There was something else as well, a trickle of dread spreading through his veins telling him to turn back around, don’t open the door. But he could never leave Sirius out there, not when nights like this hurt him just as they do James.

For the first time in nearly a year, the sounds of that night wash away into a dull hum when the eyes that meet his aren’t those of his best friend. Though they did come from the same place.

Grey eyes blink at him and James thinks maybe his grief is taunting him, making him hallucinate because simply losing the love of his life wasn’t enough. But he looks so, so real.

“James?” He sounds real too, soft and sweet in the way he reserved for only James. James shakes his head and rubs his eyes, his breathing growing slightly erratic. “Baby? What’s wrong?”

“No.” James presses his palms into his eyes hard as he backs up, keeps backing up until his back hits the wall on the other side of the room.

“James,” Cold, wet hands catch up with him and gently circle his wrists. The press of his fingers into his skin so tangible James all but whimpers.

“You’re dead. You’re dead, what—what the fuck is this?” James whispers.

“Dead? Baby, I’m right here.” He lifts James’ right hand to his neck, holding his fingers to his pulse. Then he lifts James’ other hand to his heart. They beat in unison, a steady thump thump thump, a direct contrast to the rapidness of James’ own. “See?”

James slowly opens his eyes again, and Regulus’ face is inches from his own. He’s paler than James remembers, and a little grey around the edges, but just as beautiful.

“Reg…” he whispers. Regulus breaks into a smile and it's just as James sees in his dreams, though it’s a bit off— like a puzzle piece that just almost fits. “How are you… love, you’ve been dead for a year.”

Regulus frowns and pushes the hair on James’ forehead back soothingly.

“What are you talking about? I was here yesterday.”

James gapes at him.

“No. No, I haven’t seen you since last February. When- when I—” When I identified your body. His voice cracks and stops abruptly. He can't help it as he reaches to hold Regulus’ face; still not entirely convinced this is real.

Regulus’ frown deepens, but he tilts his head further into James’ hand.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Regulus’ gaze goes distant for just a moment before his undivided attention is back on James, piercing through him like a blade, “I don’t know what’s going on, I-I’m having a hard time remembering, but I’m tired and hungry. And I’m soaking wet. I’m going to take a shower.”

He runs his hand through James’ hair one final time before he’s up and out of the room. James wants to stop him, to do more to understand, but he watches unmoving as Regulus makes his way up the stairs. He doesn’t move until he hears the water running in his bathroom, then forces himself to walk into the kitchen on shaky legs. He goes through the motions of making tea. Two mugs, one with cream and sugar for himself, and one without for Regulus.

Somewhere between the whistling of the kettle and the shower shutting off, a switch flips in James’ mind. He doesn’t care if he doesn’t understand. He doesn’t care if he spent the last year as a whisper of his former self, resigned to never seeing the one person he’d ever really want to see ever again. Because he’s here. Smiling. Using up James’ hot water. Alive.

It’s a miracle, what else could it be? Regulus was back, how could he ever allow himself to question it? Something, somewhere brought Regulus back to him. James would be damned if he let anything take him away again.

So, he doesn’t question it. When Regulus comes back into the kitchen and eats two-thirds of the refrigerator’s contents, or when James runs his fingers over waxy ice-cold skin, or when Regulus mixes sugar into his tea– James doesn’t question it.

It’s a miracle, afterall.

[scarlet-abyss]

09-11-24

didn't get much done yest cuz i watched a movie in the morning-afternoon. my bestie and her sister came in the evening, after she got her prom dress (yay!). girlie finished her os and im so proud her. shes gg to be awesome and i love her to bits even if she can be a dumbass. played uno and mastermind, i fried them in uno most of the time. when we played mastermind, i was half asleep so I made really stupid choices.

mastermind is really fun tho, i love placing the cute little coloured pins into the holes. the silver and red pins are my fav hehehe.

we then had dinner from the temple, man id die for the sambar. i swear, that place makes the best sambar in the whole world. obviously, it was 11 pm and the three of us were half asleep so naturally it was time for ice cream. mcd was immediately vetoed, cuz we were sick of mcd ice cream.

the little Indian small supermarket we have was in a sketchy corner of the neighbourhood, so we got to watch a bunch of drunk men being kinda shady and creepy. we had to get our ice cream quickly. anyway, got myself a butterscotch cone, while the other two got chocobars cuz diabetes <3.

in the end, after the sugar high, my bestie and i were giggling over the dumbest things like the ceiling being shaped like a kidney bean and the window looking like a waffle. and man, that flickering light bulb is brighter than our futures. than my we both fell asleep on each other on the floor, and we only woke up when her parents wanted to leave.

overall, this was an amazing day. nothing beats spending a day with your best friend :D.

[gonedreaminggg]

do you have any vylad headcanons?

honestly i love vylad's character, and haven't thought much about him. but here we go!

my unhinged vylad ro'meave headcanons

- He's six years younger than Garroth and four years younger than Zane

- Vylad uses they/he pronouns

- Vylad realized they were gay in their early teen years, but dated a girl to convince their parents they were straight. Zane found out eventually, but didn't tell anyone. Vylad and Zane have a bet going, on how long it'll take for Garroth to figure it out.

- Him and Garroth were hustlers when they were teens. They were both really good at tavern games and could con people pretty easily.

- He sold weed in O'khasis for a hot minute. Most of his customers were Garroth's friends from the guard academy.

- They were the only Ro'meave son who never really had any governmental responsibilities. Mostly because Garte didn't see them as his own. Vylad envied their brothers' responsibilities sometimes, but eventually they realized they might've had it the easiest.

- Vylad was murdered in the Ro'meave's rose garden. However, since they became a shadow knight, their body vanished before anyone found it. All that was left was blood-covered roses and a cloak.

- No matter how adjusted he seems to being a shadow knight, he still feels the calling. He still has episodes where he can't move or think or breathe. A big part of being a shadow knight is your emotions, even if SK emotions are quite different and a lot more magnified. Vylad's learned how to shut out his emotions and that's the only reason he seems put-together.

- They had a slight crush on Laurance for a WHILE. It never went anywhere, and Vylad got over it completely.

- Vylad and Garroth gossip like teenage girls. kicking their feet and squealing over everything. They could shit talk for DAYS.

- Harking on the last one... VYLAD. SEES. EVERYTHING. He's a fucking ninja. He's literally stalking every single person in Phoenix Drop and knows everything everyone is doing. And he has his opinions...

anyways those r my thoughts sjskskskd

[that-one-i-think]

MCD SCIFI AU GENDER AND SEXUALITY

PART 2

Vylad - Gay - Genderqueer They/He - They like men and are in a will they won't they but definitely will with Zenix. Since they are part plant alien, a species that has a rather loosey gossey system of gender anyway, Vylad has decided that they are just Vylad.

Zenix - Unlabeled - Cisgender He/Him - He is just a dude who likes people and doesn't think much about it. Sometimes it is just that simple.

Zane - Pansexual - Ambiguous He/Him/It - He has replaced the majority of his body parts and takes pride in the fact that he is less a person and more of a weapon, a construct, a tool. He is an It. Also in an incredibly toxic relationship with Janus and Lillian.

Lillian - Queer - Nonbinary They/Them - They are a weapon android who used to be in charge of taking care of Zane but is now his prime weapon and android. His left hand, as they are the shadier but no less useful than his right. They love Zane but the relationship is as toxic and the blood coursing through their veins.

Janus - Bisexual - Cisgender He/Him - Janus is here to FUCK! He is a human cyborg who chose to look like a silver werewolf. He is having the time of his life being the right hand and sugar baby of Zane. Zanes unofficial favorite because he is spontaneous and wild, something Zane refuses to be.

Jeffory - Straight - Cisgender He/Him - He is a single swamp lizard father trying to raise his swamp lizard daughter. He is just a sad dilf dino.

Ivy - Lesbian - Transwoman She/Her - She comes from the same plant race as Zoey and Vylad so she got to choose to be a woman. She is a very evil Lesbian and I support womans wrongs, even if it is being toxic yuri ex's with Katelyn.

Kenmur - Straight - Transman He/Him - He is an arachnid man and after finding out that he was going to be the smallest female species of spider he got waaay too excited. That is how he found out he wanted to be a man.

Emmalyn - Straight - Transwoman She/Her - She is a germaphobe that is afraid of the outdoors but will eventually be in a loving T4T relationship with Kenmur.

[cosmicanger]

photographer: Sugar McD // model: Jordan Underwood (they/he)

[unicornletters]

izzy hands x gn reader, s2 spoilers, no mcd, part 2

Izzy Hands, feared first mate of the dread pirate Blackbeard and finest swordsman in the Caribbean, can't eat neatly to save his life. There are crumbs all over your commandeered bed, though you suppose that's not much worse than sleeping on other people's dirty linens in the first place.

"So," Izzy says around a mouthful of bread, "what's our next move?"

It's impressive, you think, that he managed to wait until now to ask, but you're going to have to disappoint him.

"I'm going to take care of you," you tell him, "for as long as it takes for you to get well."

Izzy grumbles and glowers at you. This reaction would, once upon a time, have had you quailing, but not now. Not at your Izzy, with his golden voice and unicorn leg and tender heart.

"What then?" he asks, resigned to being taken care of for the moment.

"I don't know," you say. "We could look for Jackie's husbands. She's on the Revenge and they're -- well, I don't know where they are."

Izzy raises an eyebrow.

"Jackie left without her husbands? Anders must be something," he says. He's always refused to call him the Swede.

"Or she needed to get away fast," you say. "I think she'd like to know someone checked on them."

"If I know those boys," Izzy says, "they're rebuilding the bar right now." He shifts a little, trying to get comfortable. "We could stay in a room there, eventually, instead of in some poor sod's house."

"We could," you say. It's a nice idea, even though you're enjoying your alone time with Izzy, circumstances aside. "Finished with your tea?"

"Yeah," Izzy says, and makes to get up. You still him with a hand on his shoulder. When you fell in love with Izzy Hands, you fell in love with all of him, including the part that thinks he has to do every single goddamn thing that needs doing all the time. Maybe someday he'll accept that you can and want to do things for him, too. For now, you take both your cups and head to the kitchen.

It's not bad in there. There's food, anyway, and tea was a lucky find. No sugar, so you pretended you didn't notice Izzy grimacing as he drank it, but the caffeine should stave off headaches for both of you.

When you get back to the bedroom, Izzy is on his back with his eyes closed and you hate it. Just yesterday you thought he was dead for sure, and this resemblance to a corpse does unpleasant things to your insides.

So you crawl up beside him and steal a kiss, making him smile under your lips. He turns on his side, laying on his good leg and draping the stump of the other across your middle. You play with his hair, so soft without the pomade, and he nuzzles against your shoulder as the morning light plays across the bed.