#that i gotta care about this and do this right now this way

[dreaming-in-the-dark]

just saw a tag on @tsarinablogs about max, saying “i just know the fab five would love him.”

and, listen. hear me out. i know that was a joking off-handed comment but PLEASE imagine that queer eye episode with me right now.

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it’s the off season or summer break. we open with max in a sim race or coming back from his morning workout around monaco.

we cut to the fab five winding through the streets. they’re taking in the sights of monte-carlo and talking about video edits they’ve seen of max on insta. they mention drive to survive (gotta plug the other netflix shows but you know they’ve seen some episodes at the least). the guys pull up to his apartment and knock. max answers the door (he knew this was happening because security, money, pr, etc. but does he really know what he’s getting himself into? no).

tan would be horrified. would definitely make a snarky comment about max being so rich but wearing nothing but team gear and jeans or a t-shirt in jeans out in public on race weekends. “i googled your salary, and there is no excuse for this, so i’m going to teach you how to pick easy outfits that are still comfortable but not so boring or identical.” though i’m sure they know max wears other things outside of racing, he’d encourage max to show up to media day in new outfits and though we love the same tuxedo for at least four years at the prize giving ceremony, i have so much hope that tan would bring him to a monaco tailor and get him a new one. let’s be for real he would love this episode because they would (hopefully) let him use some of max’s money to buy new clothes.

bobby would probably laugh at max’s sim setup taking up the majority of a room and then make the space more functional, maybe adding more places for trophy shelves since max has said that he keeps some in the closet. also, he could help make the space nicer and safer for future baby verstappen-piquet!

jvn would ask him if he ever has preferences about his hair (shorter or a little more shaggy) or if he just goes with the flow, ask what makes the race helmet more uncomfortable with the sweat and avoid that, and then give max (easy and few) products for hair care especially for athletes, etc. would probably also talk about all the travel max has to do and dealing with stuff on the go.

karamo would bring him to a nearby karting track or to somewhere on the monaco gp circuit to talk about championship mindset, the pressure and criticism max deals with, how he handles online stuff, anything. karamo also definitely mentions how it’s impressive that he can focus on stuff outside racing well. plus don’t forget talking about max’s soon to be expanding family!

antoni would of course have to work around diet plans but could teach max to make some of the stuff he likes fresh or in new ways to change things up, as well as complain about the amount of red bulls max drinks. like “max, at some point he brand doesn’t need to dominate your life this much.”

the little event that they normally have them working up to at the end could either be a little gathering with the monaco f1 drivers, but more realistically maybe just the next race or a red bull/sponsor event max is attending

at the end, the guys watch the little “after” video (which was definitely created and edited by red bull’s pr team) and then the they cheer max on in the gp that weekend while simultaneously having very little clue what is happening. they love crofty’s commentary.

[lemonlimestar]

timmed konne 18?

ignoring the date on this ask for my own sanity. merry crimah rimi…

18 | “Can I join you?”

Tim adjusts the bow on his tiny package for the umpteenth time, trying to think up an excuse to linger outside of the door longer. ‘He’ll either like it or he won’t,’ he tells himself, ‘Get over yourself, Drake.’

Tentatively, he raises two fingers to rap at the door. “Come in!” Kon’s voice rings out before his hand even makes contact. Of course he would know Tim was standing out here all this time. Accepting his fate, he shuffles inside.

Kon is sitting at his makeshift vanity (a funky-looking mirror propped up on his desk) surrounded by various makeup products Cissie “let him borrow” and earrings that have no matches. They’re only going to a small holiday get-together with their friends in a few hours, and Kon has been making a desperate attempt at seeming nonchalant about the whole deal; Tim knew as soon as he slipped off to change his outfit that something was up.

“Hey.” Tim greets.

Kon finishes smoothing out the color painted on his lips with a ‘pop’ sound. He frowns at his reflection. “Sup.”

Tim knows his kneejerk response of ‘what’s wrong?’ will only be deflected. So instead, “Can I join you?”

Kon meets his eyes in the mirror. “Go ahead.”

A beanbag chair pulls itself over from the corner of the room for Tim to sit in. He sinks into it with a sigh, making sure his package isn’t jostled. He taps Kon’s foot with his own. “You look nice.”

Turning around in his chair, Kon squints at him. “Don’t lie.”

“Why would I?” Tim asks, smug as he deliberately trails his eyes down Kon’s outfit—a bulky sweater that cuts off to reveal the bottom half of the dress that hugs his hips in a way that forced Tim to rely on discrete breathing exercises when he first saw it. He makes a face in response that tells Tim that his ogling worked.

“Well,” he clears his throat, “Thank you. I just—I can’t get the makeup right. I can’t tell if it’s too neat or whatever.” He pauses, taps his fingers against the desk. “Yeah, I’ll blend more.”

Tim rises out of the beanbag to scoot in closer, sets his chin beside Kon’s arm. “More glitter usually makes you feel better.” He reminds him. The box—still in hand—almost begs to be gifted, but he can wait a little longer; he needs the perfect moment.

“It’s not about me feeling better, it’s about me looking better.” Kon mumbles. He faces Tim again. “So, how do I look now?”

Peering down at him, haloed by over-bright lamp light, eyes adorned with faded, pale blues, Kon’s even more of a sight than usual. Tim’s never been a flowery language guy, so he goes for blunt. “You’re gorgeous, you know that.”

Kon sputters, stutters, and presses his lips shut. If Tim touched a hand to his face, he’s sure he’d be burning up. “Oh. That’s… nice.” He eventually gets out, rather than a typical “Aw, Robbie, you gotta crush on me?” That’s how Tim really knows he got him.

Tim sets his free hand on Kon’s thigh, massaging the tension there. “Uh-huh.”

“Good. Great. Awesome.” Kon sets his hand atop Tim’s, squeezes. Then, his tone sheepish as he questions, “You’re not just saying that, are you?”

Tim scoffs. “When have I ever ‘just said’ something?” He reaches up to cup Kon’s cheek, smiling when Kon melts into the touch.

He really does look stunning, his curls—venturing toward chin length—framing his face, his broad shoulders still defined through the heavy material of his sweater. Kon seemed uncharacteristically anxious as he explained that he wanted to try something new earlier today; Carefully, cautiously, he’d placed his heart in Tim’s hands in an entirely new way, and Tim intends to put his all into taking care of it.

“Although… I will say, the look is missing something.” Before Kon’s expression can fully shift, Tim drops the box in his lap.

At a snail’s pace, Kon undoes the ribbon. The top is gently set onto the desk, then Kon pulls out the pair of dangly, dropped-shaped, turquoise earrings. He rotates them back and forth, completely silent. Kon is almost never silent. Shit.

“One is a clip-on,” Tim starts up,” If you ever wanted to wear both. Or, you can wear neither. Uh. It was just something I randomly thought of. And I know how you feel about your earring, so if you don’t want it—“

“Tim.”

“—I totally get it! It’s not a huge deal. You’ve just, y’know, been trying new stuff and I wanted to be supportive—“

“Tim.”

“—I should’ve asked first. Final. I shouldn’t have sprang this on you; I knew I should’ve just kept it at that deluxe Wendy boxset—“

“Tim.” Kon grabs him by the shoulders, now level to him on the floor. He has the earrings on, Tim notices. “Stop talking.” Then he kisses him.

It’s more passionate than expected, but he’s not complaining. One of Kon’s hands tangles in his hair as their heads tilt to better slot their mouths together, and Tim wraps his arms around his waist. After a few seconds or several, the hand buried in Tim’s hair pulls him back to break the kiss. Tim almost complains until he sees the look on Kon’s face.

“You’re the best, Rob. I love them.” He traces Tim’s bottom lip with his thumb, kisses him again for a moment.

“I’m,” he takes a deep inhale, “I’m glad to hear that. I was hoping you would.”

“Are you kidding? These are sick! I’ll never take ‘em off.” Kon decides, nodding. Tim raises an eyebrow at him. “…Okay, that’s probably unrealistic. I’ll add one to my uniform.”

Tim mentally fist pumps. Knocked it out of the ballpark with this one. “Sounds great.” Tim leans back in, eager to test the longevity of that lipstick.

So what they end up being half an hour late to the party, and Tim gets heckled for the lipstick stain he couldn’t get out of his shirt, all that matters to him is the smile stuck to Kon’s face.

[yaut-jaknowit]

T’a’yta says he has to hold himself back, I gotta hold myself back mc has way more self control then me. I would've taken him to the bedroom the second he said I didn't have to break a sweat. He wined and dined so much the first date that no other dates are required we're officially married the second he gets me against the closet door. All this to say I hope there's a part 2 and that you never have trouble sleeping dear writer.

Strangers Part 2

Character: T'a'yta (Male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3538

Summary: You meet up with Ze'se to recap everything you've been through with T'a'yta. And boy, is she happy to hear how good the date went. She forces you to text him that moment to go on a second one. T'a'yta agrees. Now, for a second date!

Author Note: I completely agree with you. If any Yautja like him did that do me, I'd propose to him that moment. Thank you so much for the love!

Part 1

Masterlist

Ao3

After your first date with the handsome and endearing T’a’yta, it was love at first sight. He had your heart already. No, ifs, ands, or buts about it. T’a’yta had stolen it right out of your chest and posted it on top of a throne. Truly. The Yautja treated you like royalty. You felt it. The first date sealed it in with him.

Of course, as any normal human, you were nervous to go head first. All of your past relationships have clearly failed. Here you were. With what you seemed to be the perfect gentlemen. T’a’yta even told you to take your time. He’ll wait. The way he said it to wasn’t even creepy or disturbing. He’s letting you take control. To take control of such a beast of a man. You internally swooned at the thought. Your cheeks flushed hot with heat.

That was two days ago. Your friend who set him up with you wanted to know all about it. She had called you the morning afterwards, begging for you to meet up with her. Ze’se is an amazing friend. So, despite work draining you during the day, you agreed to a dinner meet up with her. Which Ze’se happily agreed to said place and threatened harm if you didn’t show. That… you didn’t know if she was joking or not.

With the threat of harm hanging over your head, you threw on some comfy clothes. This was a causal outing. No reason to be all dolled up to see your friend.

Being the person Ze’se is, she invited you to a nice, sit down restaurant with good food. You didn’t need to show up in a dress or anything of the sort. That didn’t mean you could show up like a slob. Just down the middle. Perfect. Just how you like it. Like always, Ze’se will pay as well. Never has she ever let you pay. Not even when you try to sneak or be quick. Nothing escapes her watchful eyes.

The building is welcoming when you walk in. It’s not a large food joint but the place is packed with the lobby full of waiting customers. You stroll up to the host stand and greet a man standing there. Poor thing looks a bit overwhelmed and tired.

“Hi. I’m with the Ze’se reservation,” you told him with a gentle, easy going smile. His dark blue eyes dart down to the screen in front of him. He scrolls through a list before his eyes lit up. The host steps out from behind the stand and motions to follow him.

“Follow me.” You comply and shadowed behind him. Further into the restaurant, you see just how full it was. Completely understandable why he has that look in his eyes.

Your eyes look through the crowd and find the only Yautja here. Her towering form sitting on a chair designed for someone of her size. A few people are giving her looks but she’s not caring one bit. Humans are still getting a feel about having Yautjas around normally. People still aren’t fully used to alien walking among them. You’re not one of those.

Ze’se bright gaze lit up when she spot you through the crowd. The host finishes up the guide and departs with a forced smile. You take your seat across form hers. She is immediately scanning over your neck with observant eyes. You knew what she was looking for, know she would find nothing. To her disappointment.

That sharp gaze of hers narrowed when she came up empty handed. “Did he not impress you?” Ze’se asked with her voice filled with suspicion. You rolled your eyes with a small smirk then looked down at the menu.

“Oh my god, Ze,” you groaned. Yautjas. They are so fast about life. That’s one thing you find ironic about the different lifestyles. They act like they have no time in the universe. Yet, their life expectancy is over a thousand years old. While humans are the opposite. Acting like we’ll live forever and taking all the time in the world with doing stuff. There are outliers in each species. But, that’s one thing you’ve come to notice around Yautjas.

“Just because we didn’t fuck doesn’t mean I don’t like him!” Thankfully, no one was paying attention to the two of you. That would’ve gained some nasty glances. Specially from the parents nearby.

The suspicion in her gaze doesn’t go away. You sighed and bowed your head. “I would think he’d at least give you a temporary mark. You do have his scent on you though.” Ze’se seemed pleased about that though. Yautjas and their scenting. You sneaky sniffed the air but didn’t catch anything different.

Content with her findings, Ze’se changes her expression to a softer look. You forced down the heat in your cheeks to disappear before meeting her bright eyes again.

“But, to let you know, everything went well. He took me out for a dinner date. A wonderful date.” You flicker your gaze down at the menu while talking. “Just like you, he paid for everything and didn’t even give me a chance.” T’a’yta kind of reminds you of Ze’se. Was it customary for Yautjas to pay? Because it wasn’t gendered, clearly.

A server popped up and greeted the two of you. “Welcome in guys! My name is Sarah. Today we have a special going on for our soups.” Waters were placed down with a carbonated drink in front of Ze’se. “Are we ready to order? Or do we need some more time?”

Since the two of you have been here far too many times to count, you already knew what you want. You looked up at the server. “We’re ready, thank you. Could I get the long ham sandwich with a fries on the side? And a Pepsi to drink?” Ever since you tried that sandwich, you fell in love with it. Whoever is back there, working their magic knew what they were doing. It was delicious.

On the other side, Ze’se made her order. The server wrote all of it done before scampering off to other tables. Busy day.

One thing the two of you loved about this pace was it cater to Yautjas as well. One of their cook’s was a Yautja himself. Authentic Yautja Prime food. The first time you tried a dish… regret. Ze’se must have known how spicy it was. You were dying.

Once the server left, the two of you fell back into the conversation.

“We went to my favorite restraint in the city. T’a’yta had surprised me by renting out the whole place!” Truly, you couldn’t believe he had done that for you. “It was just the two of us.” Then, a certain memory popped up. You tapped your hand on the table.

“Oh my god! When I tried to order a simple salad because I didn’t want to spend a fortune on a meal, he bought every appetizer on the menu!” From there, you finished up the story. You recapped it to her. All the way to when he took you home and pinned you to the closet door. Ze’se had a grin on her face. “I said I would love to go on another date with him.”

The sparkles in her eyes were scary.

“When’s the next date?” she immediately asked afterwards. By now, the food had arrived in the middle of your recap. Busy or not, they knew how to get their food out quickly.

You shook your head. “Not yet…” Ze’se face darkened amidst her eating. “I-I was going to talk to you about it.” Then, you ducked your head down to hide away from her piercing gaze. “Plus, work has been busy!” And it had. You’ve been going to work and coming home just to sleep. Rinse and repeat. You were lucky to get time to have that date with T’a’yta.

Ze’se growled your name and put down her form gently. “Do not let a good thing such as this slip away. “ The tone of her voice was evident with seriousness. She truly didn’t want you to lose this opportunity. You sighed again but nodded timidly.

“Pull out your phone and text him now.” You jerked your head back before following her demands. The food was temporarily forgotten about. As you typed away at the screen, you would glance at her staring you down. Each time she caught you, your gaze snapped back down to the phone.

Sent. You flipped the device around so she could read it. The message pleased her. All you wrote about how you had a goodtime and enjoyed his company and kindness. You also would like to go on a second date. Not that you believed it was fully needed since he’s given you all the green flags in the world. But you wanted to take it slow and easy. You had to remember, he’s alien with different cultures and views.

By the time you two finished up your meal, it had become dark outside. You stepped out onto the sidewalk first with Ze’se following afterwards. Anyone nearby cleared a large bubble around the two of you.

Strong arms wrapped around your torso and brought you close to her warm body. You returned the gesture in full before pulling back. “I’ll let you know about he says, okay?” you promised Ze’se. Not only does she care you and your love life. Ze’se wants to make sure you are safe as well.

She pointed a stern finger at you. “You better. I know where you live.” Anyone else would’ve ran for their lives at that threat. Not you. Instead, you laughed and nodded your head.

“I promise.” Then, the two of you spilt ways. You returned home, back to your apartment.

Walking through the front door gave you a reminder of that evening with T’a’yta. You had almost let him in. Almost.

As you go to se down your stuff on the kitchen counter, your phone buzzed. Instantly, your head started to race.

It was a message from T’a’yta.

And he wanted to on that second date.

Both of your arms were thrusted into the air with a loud cheer. You danced around the living room before responding back to him. You already had a place in mind on the weekend. Which now couldn’t come any sooner. Only three days away and you wanted it right now. You wish you didn’t have to work, let alone in the morning.

With the knowledge of having plans for Saturday, the work week decided to drag on at a snails pace. Plus, everything that could go wrong, went wrong. All of the work to fix it fell onto your lap. To the point they tried to make you stay for overtime. You put your foot down and gone to your midday date with T’a’yta.

A smalls hop was set up inside the mall. Not many notice it. Unless work of mouth got around. That’s how most people know about it. A pottery shop you’ve been dying to go to. Work either has you too busy or no one wants to go. They have a cute little dragon you were excited to paint on. You had the idea to painting it like T’a’yta.

Up front, stood T’a’yta in all of his glory. It was good to finally see him again. It felt too long to go without seeing him after the first time. T’a’yta had made such an impression to you.

A bright smile plastered onto your face when you first saw his brown scales. He was easy to spot with what little people occupied the shop. You quickened your steps towards him, adding a pep with each step.

T’a’yta instantly noticed the moment you turned the corner. A watchful eye was kept on you until you reached the shop. His lumbering form turned towards you. You peered up at him with a warm smile.

“I’m so glad you could make it, T’a’yta. I hope this didn’t throw a wrench in any plans.” You didn’t know what his schedule was like. If he had any plans outside of this. He wasn’t from here and probably had people he wanted to see. Or even a hunt or something on those lines.

His massive head shook side to side. T’a’yta slowly reached out and brushed his knuckles against your cheek. He most likely felt the heat that boiled your skin alive at this point. “No, no. I had nothing going on,” he reassured before the two of you walked up to the front counter. A young man waited for the two of you.

“Hey, how’s it going?” you decided to start up a casual conversation with him. The man was quick to answer any of your question about this whole process.

It wasn’t long until the two of you are at a table. In front of you was the adorable little dragon you craved to get. T’a’yta got a miniature house. The two of you picked out your colors and put them on a palette. Ready for use. You were beaming at T’a’yta with sparkles in your eyes. Finally, you were here. Not alone. A future romantic partner. The idea excited you.

“What had you been doing between our last date and this one?” you asked and picked up a paint brush, adding color to the tip. T’a’yta seemed a little out of his element with the arts and crafts. But, he followed your lead.

“I’ve been mainly ready to pass the time,” he answered and dipped a brush into some green paint.

Reading?! A man who liked to read? Could he get any better? You were thankful that Ze’se had introduced you to T’a’yta.

The paint brush in your hand lowered a little to focus on him. “Oh? What do you like to read?” The two of you might have different genres but still. To find a guy who enjoys reading is unheard of. Imagine if the two of you combined your libraries together! Fuck, you’re already thinking about the future.

He starts to paint the side of the house with a green. “I have a vast variety for my own library.” There were plenty of stars in your eyes just at that. “Currently, I’m reading…” he says something that your human brain couldn’t understand. That sounded alien. That only made you realize how much you didn’t know about his culture. Only to want to know more about it, about him. “Are you a book worm?” If only he knew.

“A lot. When you come by again, I’ll show you the library in my apartment,” you offered to him. Your paint brushed created brown base along the dragon as the starter. The brown nearly a match to T’a’yta’s scales. “I’ve got so much that it overflows into the living room.” T’a’yta looks up from his mini house. His blue eyes reflected the sparkles in your own.

“Would you have time later today to show me?” he asked you. “I can show you my own whenever you want. It’s on my ship.” On my god, his ship? You’ve never stepped foot off of earth before. Would he take you at least into the atmosphere of earth? That… that would be a dream come true.

“I would happily show you.” Next, you added the lighter tan color to the dragon’s chest and belly. “I might have a few book you may want. I would be more than happy to let you borrow… if you let me borrow some,” you teased him with a sly smile. His mandibles widened into his own smile.

He let his paint brush stop for a moment. “Name a time. I’ll make it happen.” You nodded your head rapidly. T’a’yta chuckled and returned to his paint job.

“Next weekend?” Not tomorrow. Even though you have it off. Like you’ve said before, you wanted to take this slow. You’ve learned your lesson before to go slow in a relationship. It’s a safer route. Next weekend offers plenty of time to recuperate after today. Work is the only think that gets in the way.

“it’s a date.” No one could wipe off the smile on your face. Another date. It’s already planned. For trading books and seeing an alien space craft up close and personal. That couldn’t come quick enough.

This date continued on. The two of you painting at what trinkets you’ve picked. Light conversation flowed between the two of you. It was nice to get to know him some more.

At the end of the date, you both take your pieces up to the counter. The same young man is there again and helps you with the checkout process. Before you had a chance to slip your card into the reader, T’a’yta beat you to it. You huff with a pout.

The worker estimated a week and half until you could come back to pick up the figurines. You wished to be able to pick them up now. Because the little dragon was adorable while it was unfired.

If T’a’yta was a dragon, your figurine would be a perfect march to him. All the way down to his gorgeous blue eyes.

Both of you walked out of the strip mall shop and stood on the side of the sidewalk. Those that meandered around the city gave the bulky beast a wide berth. You stepped closer to him, wanting to take in the unique scent of his. How you were going to miss it over the week away from him.

It was unique to him. Alien if you had to put a name to it. But it made up T’a’yta.

Softly, you placed a hand on his clothed chest and stood on your tippy-toes. Even then, you didn’t reach his shoulders. As if he could read it on your face, he bends at the waist. This close to his face, you saw all the small details that made up his features. To the light scars, to the dark speckles in his blue eyes, to the wrinkles that showed his age as a skilled elder. You reached with your free hand towards his cheek and cupped it gently. It gave him all the time in the universe to pull away if he wanted. Instead, T’a’yta leaned into your touch, eyes slowly closing.

“I wanted to thank you for all of this. You don’t have to pay for me though. I can pay for my own stuff,” you told him in a voice above a whisper. What’s with Yautjas and wanting to spend their money? The next time, you had to beat him to the punch. No matter what.

T’a’yta’s eyes opened quickly. The brown Yautja stood back to hid full height. Your hand snapped back, surprised by his sudden movement. But, he caught it before you had a chance. You were pulled into his space, closer than before. “You don’t pay for anything. I pay. I have told you this before,” he growled deep from his chest. Something about it wasn’t scary or terrifying. It was a statement. He wouldn’t let you win this.

The unfamiliar feel of his skin against your was a stark reminder. You felt a shudder run up the length of your spine. “I’ll provide for you. This is my way of showing that to you. I’m an elite hunter. I provide.” Shit, and he did that on the first date. He really, really did. And he kept doing it too.

You took a shaky breath in and released it. Yet, you were a stubborn creature. More than a mule on a bad day. As much as you wanted to tell him no, you knew that wouldn’t work. He’s just like you. You could see it in his eyes. With another deep breath, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged him down to your level. For a moment, you hesitated, trying to figure out how you’ll do this. Then, you pecked your lips on his upper, inner jaw. His body tensed under your touch the second your mouth made contact with his. Then, his hands gripped your hips and tugged you closer.

“I’ll take this as you agree.” Damn him.

“I’ll get you one of these days,” you retorted at him. T’a’yta chuckled and rubbed his eyebrow to your forehead. A sign from him in Yautja that he returns the affection.

“Let’s go to my apartment. I still need to show you my library,” you offered to him. His fingers clenched on your hips for a second before he released you.

“Yeah, let’s go,” he agreed before stepping back and giving you space to breathe. His scent still filled your nostrils and almost overwhelmed you.

The two of you began to walk down the side walk, ignoring everyone’s eyes on you. They were judging you. But, you could care less about what they thought. If your love was to an alien, who cares? He treats you like royalty.

Like a guardian, T’a’yta walked in step with you. All the way back to your apartment. Unlike last time, you let him in and showed him what your home looked like. The library was a plus.

[pumpkinsy0]

Can we get some hcs of Pony spending Christmas with the Shepherds?

no,,,no u cannot,,,

•he was totally pulled along by curly, like w all due respect to the shepards pony never planned on spending any sort of time w them, let alone in CHRISTMAS he didnt even think they rlly celebrated it

•AND IN A WAY HES NOT WRONG!!! the shepards dont rlly celebrate it, angela and curly kinda want to but flip flop between wanting to b a good family and not caring and tim doesnt gaf about it, they would mostly spend their time doing their own thing waiting for the holiday to b over already

•but this christmas is special cause this was one of the rare times they were like “ok fuck it lets do SOMETHING together” so curly wanted pony to experience it w them too!! its only fair curlys been w ponys gang for a christmas pony gotta come along too

•not many places r open for christmas so they went some place to eat for breakfast!! not much pony says here hes rlly just “shepard watching” as he likes to call it, listening to them bicker on and on about something none of them will fill him in on till later

•pony does not spoke unless spoken to when it comes to tim AND angela, curly makes pony say something and puts him right in the spot and hes fumbling his words and hes getting teased HARD

•unless ponys borrowing one of their old jackets, curlys keeping his arm wrapped around ponys shoulders to keep him warm or they just share curlys jacket, tim and angela r fake gagging behind their backs, theyre both single and coping w it i cant blame em

•sometimes when trying to enter a place a mistletoe would b over the entrance and after SHOVING pony and curly inside bc curly wanted to take his sweet time kissing pony to anyone unfortunate to watch, tim and angela made SURE to go in one after the other they werent even gonna try and risk that bs of having someone tell them they gotta kiss, but a few times tim would kiss angelas cheek just to embarrass her (IN A FAMILIAL WAY OBVIOUSLY)

•curly got the bright idea for all of them to split up and go to different stores to steal gifts for each other, gid bless all the stores open around this time on christmas. tim got angela a pretty hairclip thats the most important thing here honestly nothing else matters, bc she always wears it now

•literally all of the minus pony stole a lil secret gift for themselves too, it was too tempting not to, this doesnt add much to the story i just felt like we all needed to hear that

•back at home, curly makes everyone hot chocolate before he has to drop pony back home, its not as decorated w whip cream and marshmallows n what not like darry does, but pony didnt mind it tasted rlly good he cant complain too much

•WOULD pony do that again???? yea sure he doesnt mind it, he wasnt talking much but it was nice seeing a different side of the shepards!! plus curly obviously had the best time and it was the first time in a while where that was the case AND they were both safe, its a nice change of pace

[morganaspendragonss]

can't make it all alone

to rose ( @hereghostslive )! it's your tarlos secret santa here with a little gift for you! inspired of course by your prompt of tk suiting up again, and also by an anon request of tk and carlos being trapped in a fire, and also by the prompt 'raspy breathing' from my @anyfandomdarkbingo!

happy, happy holidays and i hope you enjoy!

ao3 | 1.8k | angst, hurt/comfort, big brother tk | title from fairytale of new york by the pogues

TK hates working Christmas Eve. Especially as it now means he has to miss the Reyes Nochebuena family gathering, but working right up to Christmas means he gets to have the whole of Hanukkah off to spend with Jonah. It’ll be his first without either of his parents, and though they’re still working through the steps to officially adopt, TK wants to make sure that paperwork doesn’t get in the way of actually being there for his brother.

Besides, it’ll be good to do it all again. He’s been better lately, and he tries to be home to light his mom’s old menorah every night, but it’s been years since he’s celebrated Hanukkah, or any of the high holidays, properly. Not since he was a kid, really, back when he did it all with his mom. He doesn’t know what Enzo has done for the last couple of years, he’s not Jewish so maybe Jonah has never experienced Hanukkah that he can remember, but TK feels he needs to do this this year. For himself as much as Jonah. For their mom.

So, he’s suffering through Christmas Eve to have the next eight days with his baby brother. It’s always a chaotic shift, too many people desperately crowding the malls before they close for the holidays. There are electrical fires, pileups and road rage induced crashes a-plenty. Add that to their usual injuries and accidents, and it turns into the shift from hell.

TK hates it.

Around mid-afternoon, they get called to the mall across town, fire and medical both. They’re far from the closest station, so this must be an all hands on deck kind of situation, something which gets confirmed with every new detail that comes through. 

The mall was packed for a Christmas Eve family activity, as well as the usual last-minute shoppers, when the generators powering both the entire mall and now the additional stage set-up for the choir had overloaded and sparked a fire. The subsequent panic had led to one catastrophe after another, and now they were facing people with crush injuries, burns, screaming children, and god knows how many were still trapped inside in the middle of the fire.

It would have been a nightmare on a normal day, but the holidays always make disasters so much worse.

He and Nancy barely have time to grab their gear before they’re hustled over to triage where they’re put under the command of the 122 captain and directed to the green zone, the less injured having been neglected so far in favour of the serious injuries, of which there were far too many. 

There are only four of them working to help dozens of distressed people, a lot of them children, which is why TK doesn’t hear it at first. But as he is just finishing up dressing some minor burns, he hears a child’s cry. And not just anyone’s.

He just about manages to turn and crouch down before three feet of little brother crashes into him. Jonah buries his face in TK’s neck, snot and tears smearing his uniform, but TK doesn’t care about that when his brother is hysterical in his arms. 

Another paramedic, one he vaguely recognises as being from the 163, approaches with a harried expression on his face.

“I was just treating him when he ran off,” he explains. “We can’t figure out who he belongs to so–”

“Me,” TK interrupts, raising his gaze to meet raised eyebrows and a doubtful twist of the mouth. “He belongs to me. He’s my brother. Is he okay?”

“Uh.” The paramedic blinks at them, then quickly shakes himself out of his stupor. “Yeah, he’s okay. A couple of bruises, but nothing that won’t heal. I– Can I leave him with you? I gotta…” He gestures to the mass of people around them and TK nods.

He returns his focus to Jonah and manages to pry him from his death grip on TK’s turnouts. Jonah tries to dive straight back into his hiding spot, but TK gently holds him by the shoulders and keeps him on his own feet. 

“Hey, Jonah?” he says. “Can you look at me, buddy? That’s it, that’s it, you’re okay.” He grabs a wipe from the kit and carefully cleans up Jonah’s face, trying to stop his own panic from swallowing him whole.

Carlos and Jonah were supposed to be spending the day together today, to get used to each other away from TK. Carlos had said they were just going to the park, so how they ended up in the middle of this is a mystery, but the more pressing concern was the fact that Carlos was currently missing. He definitely wasn’t in the green zone, and the paramedic had said no one had come to claim Jonah, so…

No. Carlos is okay. He has to be. TK refocuses and smiles at Jonah. “Jonah, do you know where Carlos is?” he asks. “Can you tell me?”

But if Jonah does know, he’s clearly beyond words now. He just wipes his arm across his face and reaches for TK again, and who is he to deny his little brother?

If TK could choose, he would find Carlos and take them all straight home, but they’re still in the middle of an active scene, a fact he’s very quickly reminded of by the IC yelling his name.

“Strand! Gear up,” he commands, marching over.

TK straightens, still holding Jonah’s hand. “Captain?”

“You heard me,” he says, no-nonsense. “We’ve got someone trapped in there who needs advanced medical now, and since you used to be Fire, you’re the most qualified we’ve got to go in there.”

The captain marches off without giving him time to respond, and TK feels torn in two as Jonah clings ever tighter to his jacket. He wants so badly to be there for his little brother, but Jonah isn’t the only one who needs him right now. People need help, and TK swore an oath.

“Hey, listen,” he says, turning back to Jonah and holding him by the shoulders. “Someone needs my help, so I have to go now. But Nancy is right here, you remember Nancy?”

Jonah looks at him with wide eyes, but nods. He’s spent a little time with the crew over the past few weeks, all part of getting him used to everyone for when the adoption goes through, so he’s at least familiar with all of them. Tk smiles and glances up at Nancy, relieved when she nods in understanding.

“Okay, good. I want you to stay by Nancy, you can help her with the other hurt people, yeah? I’ll be back as soon as I can, I promise.”

TK leans forward to kiss the top of Jonah’s head. His brother clings to him for a few seconds more, before TK is forced to pull away and he hands him off to Nancy. He spares one last look back before jogging off, grabbing a mask and O2 from the rig before following the firefighters into the blaze.

*

Inside feels like they’ve stepped into some sort of Christmas disaster movie. There’s a capsized giant tree surrounded by the shattered remains of baubles and lights, a warped version of Jingle Bells is playing from somewhere, and a cardboard cutout of Santa is slowly being consumed by flames.

He’s led over to where a shop display has collapsed on top of a victim. TK can see why they needed him in here rather than transporting the patient outside; the firefighters are all occupied trying to keep the flames back and the victim’s injuries, even from a distance, look nasty. He spots at least one shard of glass impaling the man dangerously close to his neck, and there’s melted plastic from the display sticking to his skin.

TK steels himself for an unpleasant rescue, one which he wouldn’t be surprised if it turned into a recovery. But when he gets closer, it’s still so much worse than he could have imagined.

Because it’s Carlos.

Carlos, with glass covering his body; Carlos, whose breathing has turned wheezing and raspy, and which worsens by the second.

TK is frozen for a moment as he hovers over his husband’s body, and that moment is enough for things to go from catastrophic to apocalyptic.

The firefighters yell, and feet stampede past, and all TK can do is throw himself over Carlos as a roar erupts in his ears and heat sears his back.

*

*

*

They’re alone. His every nerve ending is screaming in pain and TK coughs as he rolls sideways off of Carlos. His mask has been knocked askew, but it doesn’t matter because TK doesn’t need it anyway. He’s fine; he’ll be fine.

But there’s Carlos…

And his kit is gone, so TK reaches up and removes his mask completely, burning air immediately filling his lungs, but he pushes through it to press the mask over Carlos’s face. He doesn’t know if it will save him, but TK has to try, even if it’s the last thing he does.

Which it might be.

He…

But if Carlos has a chance, then TK…

TK is fine.

*

The weight of it all hits him later, when they’re recovering in the hospital, both of them miraculously alive. 

Carlos explains to him later: they were on their way back from the park when Jonah had spotted some toy in the window. They weren’t going to go in, but when he found out it was going to be a Hanukkah present for TK, Carlos couldn’t resist Jonah’s pleading expression. They were on their way to leave when everything happened; Jonah, when he meets them in the hospital, is still clutching the toy in his fist.

His brother looks so scared and TK’s heart twists uncomfortably as he considers how he could have died today. They both could have, and where would Jonah be then?

Carlos was caught up in an accident; those happen every day, and they aren’t always able to save everyone, but he was almost shot on the job a few weeks ago. TK was at work today, and he made the choice to try and save Carlos over himself. It’s a choice he’d make over and over again, and not just to save his husband.

To save anyone who needed it. To save their family from imploding, and causing his own to do so in return.

And it hits him, all of a sudden, that Jonah’s world has already imploded. TK is all he has left, and if TK dies…

He loves his job. But he loves his little brother more, and TK realises suddenly, painfully, that he’s going to need to make a choice, one that isn’t really a choice at all.

Jonah, or his job?

He looks over at his brother, who reaches out to be hugged. TK takes him easily into his arms, and something settles heavy in his stomach.

It’s a decision that’s already been made for him.

[thehypnone]

Symbol on the Surface Chapter 17

WC: 1,2k

Relationship: SwissAlps

Tags: Transmasc Swiss, Pregnancy, Insecurity, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Cunnilingus, Lactation Kink, Actual Lactation, Nipple Sucking, mild) Mommy Kink, Praise Kink

“Something’s–uh…my boobs.” “What’s–oh. Oh.”

Notes: Tysm to @jimothybarnes for being the best beta ever!

Chapter 1 here or on AO3.

Read chapter 17 under the cut or on AO3.

Yet again Swiss gets caught staring at himself in the mirror with a frown on his face by his mate.

Yet again Mountain comes up to him from behind and wraps his arms around him, kisses behind his ear and mumbles how perfect he is.

Yet again Swiss melts into his warmth and soft words; even if he can’t really believe them.

Mountain understands—he knows something rooted so deeply can’t be pulled out so easily. Still, that doesn’t mean he will stop; quite the opposite.

He’s no poet, but he does not hesitate to voice exactly what’s on his mind as he kneels before Swiss and kisses the stretch marks that are now covering most of the multi ghoul’s stomach.

“They’re like lightning…or roots,” Mountain whispers, “they symbolize nothing but your devotion to your kits, even though they’re not even born yet. And me. You gave your body to give them life, my darling. There’s nothing ugly about these marks.”

Swiss tears up—of course he does—and nods. He accepts his mate’s feelings and even if the shadow of self hatred still lingers, it does make him feel better; he knows Mountain means it.

“Come to bed,” the earth ghoul asks and Swiss nods again. Mountain leads him away from the mirror and into their nest and lets the pregnant ghoul lay against him once they’re there.

Mountain is gently rubbing circles over Swiss’ bump with his calloused fingers, going up, and down, and to one side, and to the other; trailing after the stretch marks that he so loves. Swiss sighs against his neck with all the feelings that are bubbling inside him—the exhaustion, excitement, sadness, and happiness.

After a little while the earth ghoul slides down the bed. He straddles Swiss’ legs—leaving him slightly confused—and leans in to be eye level with the bump and then…he starts talking.

“Hello, little demons. It’s your papa here.”

“What are you doing?” Swiss asks, giggling.

“Conversing with our children,” Mountain replies as if it’s nothing unusual. It wouldn’t be, if not for the fact that said children are still in the multi ghoul’s womb.

“Ah. Go on then.” The earth ghoul does indeed turn back to his stomach—their kits.

“We can’t wait to meet you, you know? But you’ve been giving your mama hell lately, haven’t you?” Mountain tuts. “And he’s been taking such good care of you!”

“Don’t scold our kits before they’re even born,” Swiss laughs.

“I’m not! I’d never.” His mate smiles at him innocently and goes back to his conversation. It’s more of a monologue, of course, but he seems to be enjoying it all the same; and it makes Swiss smile, too, so that’s a plus.

After a couple of minutes, Mountain looks back up at the other, “While I’m down here…would you like me to help you relax a little?”

“If you want, yeah…but you don’t hav–”

“I want to.” Mountain interrupts him and turns to the bump once again. “Now you gotta look away, ‘cause I’m gonna have some fun with your mama.”

“That’s a very strange thing to say to our unborn kits,” Swiss chuckles, rolling his eyes. The earth ghoul wiggles his eyebrows at him and slides his underwear right down his thighs.

And then, having gotten clear consent already, Mountain dives right in. He licks and sucks and moans against the multi ghoul’s cunt as if it’s him who’s getting this glorious head.

Swiss can’t even see his actual head from behind his stomach—only the tips of his horns—as he eats his pussy like a man starved. In a way he is; he hasn’t had a chance to taste it in a while.

The multi ghoul is enjoying it profusely as well. He puts his hands onto his chest to roll his extremely sensitive nipples between his fingers, and it feels so good…but then something weird starts happening.

“Mountain…” Swiss says, but is left with no reply. “Mountain. Mountain!”

“Hmph?” the earth ghoul resurfaces, with his pupils blown and the lower half of his face covered in slick. He looks entirely blissful.

“Something’s–uh…my boobs,” his mate mumbles; his face as red as a tomato.

“What’s–oh. Oh.”

Mountain’s jaw drops when he notices Swiss’ predicament. Both his hands that have been playing with his tits are wet and there’s two trails of a white liquid going down his chest.

“I was wondering when that was gonna happen,” the earth ghoul rumbles, rising up on his arms to hover over his mate. “May I?”

Swiss nods. “Wondering or awaiting?”

“Both…” Mountain whispers before leaning down and taking one of the multi ghoul’s tits into his mouth. He licks up the milk that’s spilled from him already before focusing on his nipple and gently sucking.

Moans rip out of both of them as more milk flows.

“Oh, fuck, that’s–” Swiss pants, “that feels good.”

“It’s so sweet,” the earth ghoul moans, drooling down his mate’s chest as his hands are gripping the sheets for dear life. “And warm…”

“I–oh, I think that’s a new kink going on the list,” the other chuckles through a groan, “for both of us.

“Hmpf–no doubt.”

“Leave some for the kits, you pervert,” despite the circumstances, Swiss scoffs.

“No promises, actually,” Mountain grumbles, and returns to sucking his mate dry. He circles and flicks Swiss’ nipple with his tongue, quite literally milking him and gulping it down. The multi ghoul keeps playing with his other tit with his hand, spilling milk down his side and onto the bed.

He’s moaning like a whore as he does—and Mountain is no better—but then he remembers something.

“Good boy,” he breathes out, “making mommy feel so good.”

The earth ghoul’s entire form visibly shakes at that and Swiss smirks. It takes him a couple of seconds to regain some brains, but when he does he changes his position slightly; he places his knee against his mate’s cunt and his mouth on his other boob.

Swiss moans loudly above Mountain as he tilts his pelvis as much as he can to get the angle just right. The hand not pawing at his own boob flies up to grab hold of one of his mate’s horns, fingers rubbing against the sensitive base.

“Mmmhrrrrpphhhrrr,” Mountain lets out a guttural moan, tongue vibrating against the leaking nipple in his mouth. It’s enough to make Swiss come with a muffled shout, completely soaking the other’s sweatpants. Some milk squirts out from his tits, too, and that, in turn, makes the earth ghoul cream his pants like a teenager.

“Lucifer, I love you so much.” The multi ghoul breathes heavily. Mountain replies only with a low purr, still glues to his mate’s chest.

Taglist: @arkeusruin @skele-bunny @everybodyshusband @ratsummer @jazz-bazz @mac-and-thefox @karmicbias @wine-irytatus @ghoultrifle (if anyone from here wants to be removed lmk, and also if anyone else wants to be added)

[koffeesfancy]

21. "we've done worse" | Riri Williams x Reader

Summary: The words that broke you.

Rating : PG-13

Genre: Romance, angst

Word Count: 558

A/N: Seeing as this is an entire series now, I'm going to need a name for it. Suggestions?

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world @pvnks0ul

It had been six months since you gave in, let the walls close around you, and called it life. The marble countertops and sleek furniture were supposed to signify stability, success, even love. But you knew better. This wasn’t a life; it was a holding pattern.

You had stopped working long ago, Riri’s insistence that she’d “handle everything” making that decision for you. The only part of your old self that remained was your evening dental assistant classes. Even that felt more like a privilege Riri allowed you than a goal you were working toward. She’d moved you into a beautiful apartment, draped you in jewelry, and left you to sit with the loneliness of it all. Most days, she was gone—doing whatever it was that brought in the money. You stopped asking.

But today, it was impossible to ignore how alone you were. It was the anniversary of Monica’s death—one year since the robbery that had taken her life. You hadn’t even been able to attend her funeral, locked away in a cell while her family mourned. That pain, that absence, lived in your chest, sharper than ever.

You had asked Riri to be with you today. You asked her to come with you to the candle-lighting at Monica’s auntie’s house. She had agreed, but as always, there was a caveat. “I gotta take care of something real quick,” she’d said before disappearing for hours.

By the time the clock struck eight, the gathering was over. You stared at your phone, the missed moments heavy in your chest, before dialing her again. When she finally picked up, her voice was impatient.

“What?”

Your words caught in your throat before tumbling out. “I missed it, Riri. The candle-lighting. Monica’s family—her auntie asked about me, and I wasn’t—”

Riri snorted, cutting you off. “And? We’ve done worse.”

The casual cruelty of it hit you harder than you expected. “Are you serious right now?” you whispered, but she had already hung up.

The silence in the apartment was suffocating. Her words echoed in your head, mingling with the grief and frustration that never seemed to let up. It was getting ridiculous—no, it had been ridiculous for a long time.

You put the phone down and stared at the empty space around you. Every gift, every luxury Riri provided felt like a mockery now. She wasn’t here. She was never really here.

Your chest heaved as you tried to breathe through the anger and sadness coursing through you. Something inside you shifted, broke, and you found yourself heading to the bedroom. The bag you’d packed and unpacked so many times before sat at the back of the closet. This time, your hands didn’t hesitate. You threw in your clothes, toiletries, and anything else you could grab.

The act of packing felt final in a way it hadn’t before. You weren’t even sure where you’d go, but staying here was no longer an option. This place, this life, Riri’s dismissiveness—it was erasing you. You couldn’t let it.

When the bag was full, you zipped it up and stood there for a moment, staring at the door. The weight of your decision settled over you, but it didn’t feel as heavy as staying would have.

This time, you weren’t waiting for an apology or a promise. This time, you were leaving for yourself.

[bisamwilson]

why do none of the rebels characters or ahsoka have actual personalities anymore,,,,,

[yuwuta]

yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always. 

[novella-november]

Is this fanfic friendly? I feel like an outlier.

I guess this is my sign it's time to throw together a FAQ post to link to lol.

Yes, every event for this blog is fanfic friendly :D

Though as I mentioned on my Ominous October post, for events that include multiple short stories, I encourage everyone to flex their creativity and take one of their planned short story fanfics, and at least *attempt* to turn one of them into something entirely original; rebuilding a character and story from the ground up to stand on its own two legs is no easy feat, and that is what makes it so fun!

It really gets your creative gears turning, to make an "au of an existing material" to be something entirely original, and you can be pleasantly surprised about the things you come up with!

As a few people say, its not just a matter of "filing the serial numbers off" -- you have to add in just as much *or more* as what you take out when you are turning a fanfiction into something that is original and completely divorced from its original source material / inspiration, and that is a hard, but very rewarding challenge!

Obviously, this is not a requirement (there's no hard requirements for any of the challenges, other than no cheating, including no using AI),

but if you would like an extra challenge for the short story events and you're planning on doing entirely fan-fiction, I highly recommend trying it out at least once, and seeing where it leads you--

you may find yourself pleasantly surprised by what you find down that rabbit hole!

[spotaus]

Thinking about Orchid and her connection to my take on Gender (because this was meant to be about her and the Crew but it just devolved into a character analysis kinda??? More trauma-dumping maybe???) This is very much an oc/personal rant so feel free to ignore it 🫡

So, Orchid started off as a character I didn't really think much of (hear me out this is going to be relevant) because I wanted to add a 'girl' character but didn't know what to *do* with her, y'know? She was always going to be the strongest one there, she had the odds stacked in her favor with her parents. She was always going to be the gloomy side-character to match Reset's energy. But I think she's gone through every stage of Generic Woman I could possibly find.

At first she was angry and abrasive (think Fell!Sans) where every other word was a curse and she was likely to throw the first punch then laugh as she kicks her enemy while they're down. This was when Reset was a cartoonishly self-centered villain whose goal was simply to prove others wrong. Then Orchid became a sort of sisterly figure. This was short-lived, but she was the one comforting people who Reset would torment, but would ultimately follow his orders, because at this point he was actually a danger and sadistic. And then there was the phase where the story mellowed out and she became the token Goth Girl who, yes she was strong, but was heavy on the 'whatever' energy. Then there was her Era of deep self-loathing and anxiety about her worth that held her back and made her a much more timid and meek character who would only lash out on occasion.

Now, Orchid is the best of those iterations I've written yet. She's calm, level-headed, and a natural leader. Her father raised those traits into her. But she's very reactive, and can be silly, and when she's comfortable it's likely that air of importance transforms into something more comfortable and familiar. She laughs loudly and grins wide, she likes loud video-games but loves to read in the quiet. She's extremely disciplined, and normally no one can get through her tough exterior besides her best friend, Reset. She does what she does for her own enjoyment, sure, but she's thought of every angle and makes her choice to help Reset and control the others with her whole chest. She still worries she won't live up to her invisible expectations, and that and her loyalty are her two driving forces.

I know that Orchid is important to me because she's the longest-running female oc I've had. I have a rough relationship with womanhood/girlhood and I know looking back that Orchid recieved every ounce of my distaste for being a woman that I could shovel into her. That never made her less of a character, she was actually always one of my favorites, and rarely was she a 'punching bag oc'. I just... projected onto her a lot. And she's a good sign of how I've learned who I am. I've decided that my own femininity is something I could live without. I'd rather not associate myself with it, and I'd like to leave it in my past, focusing on a future where I'm not tied down with any gender roles or expectations. That won't happen, but I've come to terms with it myself. Orchid though? I figured out through her that I don't have to hate women characters. My own distaste for my circumstances doesn't mean I have to push it onto my characters (on God I've never expressed anything rude to actual people, that'd be rude as hell and uncalled for, but I have a bad habit of disliking fictional women in media). So, Orchid is a well-roubded character finally. She has motivations abd goals and a *lot* more depth than I ever expected her to. She's happy with being a woman, she's content. She's not treated differently for it in unfair ways by those she cares about, so she doesn't mind it. She likes to wear pretty outfits and lets Reset add bows to her ribbons. She doesn't let being a woman hold her back in the slightest.

So, yeah. Orchid is one of my babies. If I ever leave this Fandom behind for good, she's one that's coming with (Ichor, Orchid, and Pretender all have human designs I can use elsewhere lol-) but in the meantime I'll just rotate her around in my brain for a while longer.

If I'm right, she's been with me for nearly 5-6 years and I went through a *lot* with her as an outlet. So, she's kinda just like an old stuffed animal. A lil ripped, matted fur, maybe a stain or two, but there's a story there and that makes it important beyond belief.

[nereb-and-dungalef]

I keep drinking coffee thinking it's gonna make me Productive and then instead of doing the work I actually have to do I just compulsively make spreadsheets :(

[princecosmosanon]

Keep seeing so many “hot takes” about Zukka in particular that basically boil down to “this ship isn’t logical because the characters don’t interact enough” and all I gotta say is…

Shipping has nothing to do with canonical interactions.

If you are limiting ships to “do these characters interact a lot” then fella, I gotta say, you are invalidating so many ships and limiting your imagination to embarrassing extents.

It’s fine if you don’t like a ship. It’s fine if you don’t get a ship. Clearly a ship you aren’t interest in isn’t for you.

But no ship is invalid just because there isn’t much or any interaction between the characters.

[hecksupremechips]

Really into the episode of Ouran where this girl confesses her love to Mori but he doesn’t feel the same because he’s into Honey and the girl’s reaction is just like YIPPEE I LOVE YAOI THATS SO COOL FOR YOU YAY 🥰

[skrunksthatwunk]

household enemy to the yyh watchthrough number one is the olympics. it's taken us a week to get two episodes into the gamemaster fight

[erstwhilesparrow]

Can you tell me more about this vampire hunter pretending to be domestic? 👀

i can!! i very very very much can!! :D

so. first thing you need to know is that this is an AU of an AU and i've entirely lost the thread. the second thing you need to know is that this AU of an AU is the lovely @cohnal's doing. it read one of my fics and went, "hey, what if [Much Beloved Character] met these guys." and i went, "AUGH. FUCK. YEAH. HELL YEAH."

under a cut due to Paragraphs. o/

o/ !

so. the background information is that there's this little gang of three vampires who've been living together for a long time. they're super close, and have most recently been living in a big old house somewhere that could reasonably be described as 'on the edge of town.' they've been getting a little reckless lately with their feeding, killing people they probably shouldn't and attracting attention when they didn't before. so one day, a vampire hunter comes to town.

the hunter -- we will call him owen -- by virtue of being a hunter, is already a little on the edge of things. his work mostly keeps him alone and separate from others. this is an interesting contrast to the vampires, who have of course been exiled from life but very much behave like family with each other. it's winter, and owen gets trapped with the vampires in their big old house.

the 'pretending at domesticity' was a thing in my original fic -- the vampires sometimes put blood in bowls and sit around the dining room table drinking it as if it's soup; one of them curls up in front of the fireplace and thinks about how if she looks very sweet the others might carry her upstairs like a child to her room -- and it was at least in part about... playing with this image of 'family'? none of the three vampires stays in the 'parent' or 'child' or 'sibling' or 'partner' role for very long in relation to the other two. it's supposed to be a little bit off, a little more mutable, a little of both [hey this set-up looks familiar] and [hey wait that's not supposed to happen].

and the thing my brain has snagged on re: owen is (1) figuring out how he responds to this, as someone who has no family or other long-lasting connections, and (2) where he ends up fitting into this dynamic? because. look. he's trapped in a house full of vampires. his whole job might be killing them, but he's not walking away from this one. i like the idea of him turned more than i like the idea of him drained of blood and dumped in the snow.

so. guy trapped in a house with something family-shaped but not in the traditional sense. the image of him fitting alarmingly well into that family-shape. the image of him bristling with weapons and tension still sitting down at the table to... eat? the image of all of them, three vampires and owen, settling in front of the fireplace as if to share drinks and stories, and that's where one of them sinks their teeth in his neck to make him turn.