#top left and bottom right are rainbow monsters

[mayperhapsbe]

Heehehheehheeheeeehhhhheheeehee

My creatures…….

[thedisabilitybookarchive]

Queer Disability in Horror

[ID: A poster. Large white text in the centre reads "Queer Disability In Horror". In the upper left corner, smaller black text reads "Disability in Books". The background is a wood grain pattern, with the top and bottom of bordered by a row of book tops. In the upper right corner, the logo for the Disability Book Archive. In the lower left corner, the disability pride flag in the shape of a heart, and the rainbow pride flag, in the shape of smaller heart slightly layered on top. In the lower right corner, a stack of cartoonish books. /end]

[ID: The same poster. The text and stack of books has been removed. The hearts and logo have shrunken in size. There are 5 book covers. From left to right, the covers are: "Camp Damascus" by Chuck Tingle, "Sorrowland" by Rivers Solomon, "Blackwater" by Jeannette Arroyo and Ren Graham, "Hell Followed With Us" by Andrew Joseph White, and "The Spirit Bares Its Teeth" by Andrew Joseph White. /end]

[ID: The same poster. The book covers have been replaced. From left to right, the covers are: "It Looks Like Us" by Alison Ames, "Into the Drowning Deep" by Mira Grant, "Deathless Divide" by Justina Ireland, "We Shall Be Monsters" by Derek Newman-Stille, and "Highway Bodies" by Alison Evans. /end]

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A short list of 10 horror books featuring queer, disabled, and queer-disabled characters and themes!

Camp Damascus has been suggested on every single post I've made asking for queer-disabled horror recommendations, including the non-tumblr forums. To a lesser but equally persistent extent, so has Sorrowland and Into the Drowning Deep.

I've really tried to add different books to this list to make sure it wasn't the same as the one I put out for Halloween. The issue is that, I think maybe a grand total of three new horror or horror adjacent books have been added to the archive since then, so I was really strapped for recommendations. And I know it's shorter than the others, but I really appreciate everyone who has contributed a book to this list, or told me that I'd added the wrong one.

Hopefully next year I won't have to scrape the book forums to put another one together!

The books on this list are:

🏳️‍🌈"Camp Damascus"- Tingle, Chuck

🏳️‍🌈 "Sorrowland"- Solomon, Rivers

🏳️‍🌈 "Blackwater"- Arroyo, Jeannette. Graham, Ren.

🏳️‍🌈 "Hell Followed With Us"- White, Andrew Joseph

🏳️‍🌈 "The Spirit Bares Its Teeth"- Ames, Alison

🏳️‍🌈 "Into the Drowning Deep"- Grant, Mira

🏳️‍🌈 "Deathless Divide"- Ireland, Justina

🏳️‍🌈 "We Shall Be Monsters"- Newman-Stille, Derek

🏳️‍🌈 "Highway Bodies"- Evans, Alison

Some of the books on this list can be found on the Disability Book Archive. The rest will be added in the future.

Happy Pride Month!

[silyabeeodess]

FusionFall Fic: Rocket Around the Christmas Tree (Part 3/3)

It took nearly two hours to reclose the barricade and clear out all of the fusion monsters that had managed to slip through. Half of the decorations that everyone had so painstakingly set up were ruined. In the very least, no casualties were reported and it didn't seem as if a fusion had used the chaos to try to break into either tech company. Everyone was just exhausted from the busy day topped with the intensity of the battle.

Thankfully, Dexter and Mandark sent out their robots to handle most of the clean-up. Most everyone else was either tasked with tending to the wounded, double-checking the perimeter for any further signs of a break-in, or going back to finish whatever task they'd been working on.

Silya rubbed her shoulder as she reentered the Dexlab lobby. Her arms were burning from holding the heavy gun in the same position for so long. A part of her wanted to reconsider the offer to stay the night, but that just wasn't an option: If anything, staying the night after a rough battle would probably only make her family worry more, thinking that she might've been badly hurt.

On the bright side, the Slider ran twenty-four/seven. It was a holiday, but surely there wouldn't be many people taking a late ride all the way from City Station to where the tracks ended close to Goat's Junkyard. She could rest on the way with practically the entire bus to herself...

Just as Silya began wracking her brains for how she was going to explain the delay to her parents, she nearly bumped into one of the Dexlabs scientists. That's when she noticed the curious murmurs of those who had entered the building the before her. Her nanos peeped around her. "What is it?" asked Tac.

Countless red sacks now surrounded the bottom of the lobby's once barren Christmas tree. Each one had the name of a different fusion fighter tied to it, and inside of each was an assortment of small presents. Walking closer and kneeling down with her own sack in her lap, Silya silently read their gift tags. They were all addressed to her nanos.

Catching on quick, her teammates swarmed her. Lemon tugged at her arm. "Can we open ours now?" she begged, "Please?!"

Half in a daze, her IE Donor nodded. Well, it didn't hurt and they had worked hard.

The three nanos dove headfirst into the sack. Soon enough, they each emerged with a colorfully wrapped box—that then was ripped open equally fast.

"My own Octi!" Lemon squealed, clutching a plush toy similar to the real Bubbles'. It had a cutesy, sparkling face rather than a sleepy one, and was more kobi in color.

"Wheelies! Nice!"

"I got assorted trace minerals!"

There was something larger at the bottom of the bag. Shuffling the remaining gifts, Silya noticed it was a present addressed to herself: A Snowday Rainbow Monkey.

After giving the others around her a cautious glance, she sealed the bag back up.

"What brainiac thought it was a good idea to do all this right in the middle of a fight?!" someone asked dubiously.

"Who do you think?" another pushed back with a clear excitement.

"Did anyone catch anything on the security cameras?!"

A flash of red stood out among the blue and white decorations. Silya craned her neck around to see her boss on the other side of the tree, a shoe-sized box in his hands. He popped open the ribboned lid and stared at what was inside.

Silya couldn't see the gift herself: She could only see Dexter's reaction to it. The boy genius blinked a bit and started to rub his eyes from underneath his glasses. Although he was already fairly hidden from the crowd where he stood, he ducked his head low as if to cover his face with the tall collar of his lab coat. Out of respect, Silya averted her own gaze—only then spotting the plate that Lemon had left behind, with the treats that once covered it having been eaten.

She smiled. Guess everyone gets to feel like a kid again at this time of year, huh, Dex?

Feeling a bit bolder herself, she fished the plushie back out of the sack and gave it a soft squeeze.

Merry Christmas, Boss. Glad you finally made it on the Nice List.

END OF TRANSMISSION Part 2

[atomicc]

ROUND TRIP - HAZARDOUS CHEMICALS LOCATED WITHIN THIS ENCLOSURE 2024 (CD, ALBUM) (MINT)

Fake album cover ^___^

Here's a version with black lines as well and an attempt at transcript which I'm not super confident on so if someone has advice feel free okay I love you

ID: Digitally colored drawing of a group of figures, none of their faces in frame. From left to right. An offscreen hand is drawing a black wolf with red hair. Below that is a man in a black t-shirt and black and white pants lays on its side, a small pink cat stuffed animal laying on top of it. Above it is a nintendo wii u gamepad. Next to it is a robot with an orange and pink t-shirt, dog collar with tail, and jeans, with a monster energy drink can in its hand, reaching to the figure below it to hand it the can. To it's right is the arm of an unseen robot, with pink and white stripes. Below it is the lower body of the trolls character john dory in basketball shorts, reaching up to the robot to grab the can of monster energy. A red demon tail is to his left. Text in the bottom corner, in large font, reads: Round Trip! Hazardous chemicals located within this enclosure. The background is blue and the lines are colored to be rainbow. End ID.

[turigirltoybonnie]

x x x / x x x / x x x

[gif descriptions: a three by three scenecore stimboard. the gifs are as follows, left to right top to bottom: someone dropping kandi onto a bigger pile of it, a shelf of various monster energy flavors, someone showing off kandi cuffs and singles with pride flag colors, someone teasing their black hair to give it more volume, a gif of the word "rawr" in varying colors flashing against a black background, someone showing off dyed blue hair by throwing back their head and then touching it, a closeup of someone wearing kandi, a shelf of different bang energy drink flavors, and a closeup of a big pile of kandi. below the stimboard is a banner with a glitchy rainbow pattern behind it that says "dni: terfs/radfems/transmeds, exclusionists, anti bi/pan lesbians, anti lesboy/turigirl." /end gif descriptions]

scenecore stimboard for @storm-of-feathers

[your-fave-is-crippled]

Frankie Stein from Monster High

is crippled/a cripple, supports cripplepunk and has a prosthetic leg!

Specifically referring to them in the gen 3 remake!

image one: [id: a dark grey flag with a dusty rainbow going from the bottom left corner up to the right, dark grey circles on top one in the middle of the other and frankie from monster high in the middle of the image giving the viewer an open mouthed smile and holding her detached left hand in her right. :end id]

image two: [id: a flag with a grey border around 7 vertical stripes ranging from left to right as dark green, seafoam green, light green, pale green, pale pink, pink and dark pink. on top of the flag is frankie from monster high in the middle of the image giving the viewer an open mouthed smile and holding her detached left hand in her right. :end id]

[en8y]

[IMAGE ID: three horizontal flags with nine stripes; each flag has an icon of flower from critterspace's head in the center. they are a rainbow flower with a large smile and no eyes. the middle stripe is twice as large as the rest of them, which are equally sized. the left flag has these top three colors: maroon, medium red, and light red. the middle flag has these top three colors: cool medium grey, dull seafoam green, and pastel blue-purple. the right flag has these top three colors: dull dark pink, medium grey-red, and light warm grey. each flag has these bottom six stripes: bright red-pink, off-white, orange-yellow, bright green, light blue, and bright purple. END ID.]

critterspacister: a gender connected to being a critterspace monster; this gender is connected to critterspace, aesthetics associated with the game, monster aesthetics, red-tinted forms of carricism, and nonbinary carrininity!

scritterspacic: a gender connected to being a critterspace scientist; this gender is connected to critterspace, aesthetics associated with the game, scientist aesthetics, blue-tinted forms of carricism, and nonbinary carrininity!

critterspacisite: a gender connected to being a critterspace parasite; this gender is connected to critterspace, aesthetics associated with the game, parasite aesthetics, purple-tinted forms of carricism, and nonbinary carrininity!

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian @drowntowns @kimeditive @j-t-k @plutobie

[mogai-sunflowers]

darkbowquoteic!

darkbowquoteic-

a quotegender related to the quote "even the brightest of rainbows have the darkest of colors."

[Image ID: A flag with five equally-thick diagonal stripes centered on a mid red background. From left to right, they are white, neon yellow, neon green, medium orange, and deep indigo. The white stripe is extended into a triangle shape along the top and left side of the flag, surrounding a triangle portion of the white background with a magenta quotation mark symbol in it, and the deep indigo stripe does the same but for the bottom and right side of the flag. End ID.]

term and flag by me, requested by @monster-fucker-moss-jonathan​ ! tagging @radiomogai​ and @quotegender​ 

[starchbean]

Squish Collection

Left to right, top to bottom:

Baby Squad: Peter the Pig with the 2024 Easter print tummy 8 inch Lune the Loch Ness Monster Clip Lune the Loch Ness Monster 7 inchDottie the Sea Slug

Atop the tree of Gondor alone sits 5 inch Antjuan the Sea Monster

By my bed are 8 inch Kenny the Dragon and Maggie the Stingray, also known as Lil Grandpa and Lil Grandma, since they share my maternal grandparents' names.

Confined to their prison cell are 8 inch Bethuna the Mystical Creature and Umberto the Clown.

Below them dangle most of my clips: Theotto the Cthulhu Yekaterina the Bigfoot Clown 2024 Valentine's Eden the Bigfoot Noro the Cthulhu (The mushroom and plague doctor are not Squishmallows and do not have names, but I still love them <3)

Up in the net are some 5 inch flying friends: Gabourey the Flying Squirrel 2023 Valentine's Baiden the Dragon 2023 Edition Gio the Gargoyle

5 inch Capri the Grapefruit gets a hexagon shelf of her own. Officially, Squishmallows says she's an orange. I overrule them, she's a red grapefruit :P Orin is the real orange Squishmallow end rant.

8 inch Tonya the Boar feels safest hiding in the greenery near our entryway.

Jayden the Beluga Whale Squishville lives up on Tiny Shelf with Azurill and other non-squish creatures.

And finally, the Pastel Rainbow Squad lives under my Hythlodaeus poster: 7.5 inch Leonori the Winged Lion Micromallow Cleary the Strawberry Cow Squishville Risa the Cat 7.5 inch Noe the Sea Bunny Squishville Thekla the Polar Bear Squishville Naya the Fox 5 inch 2024 Valentine's Cyrena the Bear (with custom embroidery)

[my-plastic-life]

Time for a new banner collage! February is all about love, so I thought the perfect banner would be showcasing something I love - Japan! We've got Hatsune Miku, the maneki neko (beckoning cat), sushi, karaoke, Hello Kitty, cherry blossoms, kimonos, etc. And the prominent pictures are Kenleigh taking a selfie in front of Mount Fuji and Kiku embracing both modern and traditional beauty with sakura and a torii gate.

Large photos: Kenleigh taking a selfie in front of Mt. Fuji, and Kiku showcasing the modern and traditional beauty with cherry blossoms and a torii gate.

Top row, left to right: Monster High Draculaura Shibooya, cat cafe, Rainbow High Lila Yamamoto, Hatsune Miku, maneki neko, sakura princess, Bratz Kumi with sushi bar, and Momoko in front of a tea house.

Bottom right, left to right: Bratz May-Lin (part of the Tokyo-A-Go-Go series despite her Chinese name), Hello Kitty, shrine maiden, Disneyland Tokyo otaku, Monster High Kiyomi Haunterly, Generation Girl Mari singing karaoke, Licca-chan (the Barbie of Japan) in school, and strawberry milk lover

[silverior968]

In honor of reaching 200 followers on instagram (and desperately needing to update my old meet the artist), here’s a brand new version straight off the grill (click on image for better resolution)

[Image ID: A Meet the artist -drawing with a light green background. The upper right corner has the text “meet the artist” in big, dark green letters, with a branch on the left side and a lily-of-the-valley on the right side. Below them is the text “Silverior968 18 any pronouns”. On the right side of the drawing are paint smears in the colors of the asexual, demiromantic, and genderfluid flags. The light green text boxes with darker green borders and text in the middle of the drawing have the following contents: “Fave artists: Radical Face, First Aid Kit, Of Monsters And Men, Fleet Foxes, Manchester Orchestra, Sleeping At Last, Kiltro, Saint Motel, Madeon, Porter Robinson”. This text box has the finnish and danish flags sticking out from under it. “Interests: Marine biology, botany, folklore, animals, genetics (especially cats), ghosts, the sea in general, languages and cultures” This text box has a few stars adorning it. “Hobbies: Draawing, animating, writing, kayaking, hiking, reading, researching obscure topics, philosophy, listening to tunes” this text box has flowers adorning it, and below it is the final text box “Fave pieces of media: Arcane, Skulduggery Pleasant, Children of the Whales, Moomins, Hilda”. Near the bottom of the drawing is the text “Fave characters” with four small simplistic portraits under it. The first is of Anton Shudder from Skulduggery Pleasant in front of a purple background, the second of Larrikin Fetter from Skulduggery Pleasant in front of a yellow background. The two portraits are set up so that the two are smiling at each other. The third portrait is of Viktor from Arcane in front of a blue background, and the fourth is of Snufkin from Adventures in Moomin Valley in front of a red background. On the left side of the drawing is a drawing resembling a photo of the back of the artist’s head, with a prominent scar on the back of their head and neck. The picture’s caption reads “ Brain surgery scar” The background of the picture is beige and the artist’s shirt is dark blue. Next to the picture, near the bottom is a rainbow infinity symbol with the text “autism + ADHD” under it. Near the top of the photo is the chiari malformation awareness ribbon, a purple ribbon with a zipper on it. To the left of it is a golden star-shaped pendant with a golden chain. The star’s middle is made of glass, with flowers inside of it. The text “fave accessory” is written next to the pendant with an arrow pointing towards it. Above them is a drawing of a death’s head hawkmoth with the label “fave moth”. In the middle of the drawing is a drawing of the artist, with the label “166cm, 5′5 ft”. The artist is a white teenager with light brown hair and moles/freckles on his chest and face. Their eyes are gray and they have gold-rimmed glasses. Her outfit consists of chunky white sneakers, blue cuffed jeans, a black top and a blue jacket with funky geometric patterns on it. They are smiling and looking at a camberwell beauty butterfly perched on their finger. The butterfly has the label “fave butterfly” above it. To the right of the artist is a drawing of a smiling chocolate tortoiseshell cat, with the label “me, but kitty” over it.  /End ID]

[its-lukarian]

Ink! Sans

the Guardian of all Alternate Universes.

Ink is a skeleton-looking monster wearing painter's clothes, being a little shorter than its fainted variants and considered the great protector of all AUs.

Ink has black paint/ink on his right cheek. His eyes are usually a blue circle in the right eye socket and a star in the left, However, whenever he blinks, the color and shape of his eye sockets change, He dons a long-sleeved, white undershirt with a small brown jacket over it. His pants are overalls with the tops tucked into his waist. The legs are very wide at the bottom, with creases around the legs. He also has no shoes, instead, he goes barefoot with a pair of leggings.

He has a work belt crossing his chest, with rainbow paint vials (which have heart-shaped tops) on it. When Ink drinks the vials, he gets artificial emotions. On his back, he possesses his most powerful tool, an giant Inkbrush that he named Broomie.

"Let me explain how things work around here!"

He is a Sans variant created by Comyet (aka Mye Bi). He was a conceptional Sans from a conceptual AU that never got off the ground. He’s the first and only character with a true soul; yet despite his best efforts to improve and interact with the inhabitants in the AU, they never responded or showed any kind of reaction to his attempts. In a fit of despair, he destroyed his soul; accidentally causing him to stumble into the blank void. There he became an emotionless being alone in the vast space of emptiness, Becoming like the inhabitants of his old universe, but now alone.

Eventually, an ink brush along with different kinds of paint from an unknown artist fell into the blank canvas, each color imbuing him with feelings different from the last. After some time without color, though, he would revert to his emotionless self. Ink fixed this problem by filling vials with the colors that were splashed on him. It allowed him to pretend to have a soul so that he could feel it. Gradually, Ink used the colors from the creators to create the Doodle-Sphere, where his home would now be.

Eventually, he stumbles upon a portal that leads to the source code where all of the paints and colors go. It doesn't take long for him to discover their true purpose; to imprint the Creators' Emotions in the forms of Undertale Fan work (AUs, Fan arts, etc.). Seeing this he concluded that, for him to remain in this fulfilling emotional state, He have to encourage the creators to keep making and maintaining their creations so that the paint keeps flowing through the doodle-sphere itself. Thus, to keep a steady supply of emotions for him to harness, he dedicates himself to being the Muse of the Undertale Creative Community, while he protects their creations from those who wish to harm them; be it vandals or any other off-scripted out!codes, An example of a threat would be Error! Sans, maybe his greatest enemy.

"I can fight for you too!”

Ink supports all kinds of art, like painting, literature, dance, music, etc. He is very passionate about art and likes to motivate characters and creators, He is friendly and extremely witty and can hardly be put down, His memory is extremely random and he can remember things from millennia of years ago or simply forget some things that were said seconds ago, sometimes stopping mid-sentence to try and remember what he just said a few seconds before. This is why he takes notes on his scarf, in fight, he approaches enemies carefully. He will never try to attack them first, but will mostly focus on trying to discover their motives and talk them through it. Although he does come off as a jerk on first impression, he does know what to analyze to understand the issue so he can brush people the right way and hopefully have them listen. Ink in general acts wittily, optimistic and provocatively.

That is until the ink in his vials runs out..

If he ends up unwilling or wanting to let his bottles empty, he will be left without his emotions and just be someone empty, cold and cruel, without feeling any empathy and only doing what is for his own sake and objectives, And no, he doesn't mind hurting someone for that, fighting much more offensively or defensively, depending on the situation, they think he would even be a psychopath, but what do you expect from a person without emotions and souls?

"After all, there are thousands of alternative versions. Thousands of timelines in their own universes. Why even worry about a small fraction affected..?"

Ink is somewhat athletic and a martial fighter, being fast, agile, strong and skilled, as well as being extremely acrobatic and resistant, using his brush as a bat, using it to attack and thrust with the bottom of his inkbrush, which is made of sturdy wood along with his punches and kicks, His powers consist of all those of Sans but with a higher damage rate, so he can summon bones, blasters, telekinesis, blue and orange magic.. Along with his additional powers!

Ink Mimicry: Ink can manipulate the ink around him as he pleases! If you fight him, be prepared for a lot of ink in the arena!

Ink Hopping: Ink can appear everywhere in any AU of his liking from any kind of liquid. He uses them as Ink portals

Ink Bones & Others: Ink can solidify its ink to create things from it, creating bones or any other thing that, after using them, can reuse the ink from attacks for other attacks!

Ink Blasters: He can create Gaster Blasters that shoot a very hot ink that while burning the enemy, pushing him away, and can solidifies on contact.

Script reading: He can read the scripts of all of the Undertale AUs in existence, and thus knows the fate of all of its inhabitants, Of course, if the universe isn't an Undertale AU, he can't read

Ink can also use the ink on your body to transform his body into a human! He can have different colors and shapes!

And that's it! I hope you'll have fun if you want to interact with this silly boy!

Oh! And please read my RULES!

[thedisabilitybookarchive]

Queer Disability in Science-Fiction

[ID: A poster. Large white text in the centre reads "Queer Disability In Science-Fiction". In the upper left corner, smaller black text reads "Disability in Books". The background is a wood grain pattern, with the top and bottom of bordered by a row of book tops. In the upper right corner, the logo for the Disability Book Archive. In the lower left corner, the disability pride flag in the shape of a heart, and the rainbow pride flag, in the shape of smaller heart slightly layered on top. In the lower right corner, a stack of cartoonish books. /end]

[ID: The same poster. The text and stack of books has been removed. The hearts and logo have shrunken in size. There are 7 book covers. From left to right, the covers are: "We Shall Be Monsters" by Derek Newman-Stille, "We Are the Ants" by Shaun David Hutchinson, "Unlicensed Delivery" by Will Soulsby-McCreath, "Tarnished are the Stars" by Rosiee Thor, "Rebuilding Tomorrow" by Tsana Dolichva, "The Prey of Gods" by Nicky Drayden, and "The Outside" by Ada Hoffman. /end]

[ID: The same poster. The book covers have been replaced. From left to right, the covers are: "On the Edge of Gone" by Corinne Duyvis, "Once Stolen" by D. N. Bryn, "Odder Still" by D. N. Bryn, "Izzy at the End of the World" by K. A. Reynolds, "Borderline" by Mishell Baker, "Into the Drowning Deep" by Mira Grant, and "Highway Bodies" by Alison Evans. /end]

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A list of 14 science-fiction books featuring queer, disabled, and queer-disabled characters and themes!

If fantasy is the second biggest genre category on the archive, science-fiction-fantasy is definitely the second biggest fantasy subgenre. The overlap is ridiculous. I tried to get mostly different ones from the ones I used on the fantasy list, but it was difficult.

This list was partially co-created with my cat, who is insistent upon being within a whisker length of my keyboard. /j

The books on this list are:

🏳️‍🌈"We Shall Be Monsters"- Newman-Stille, Derek

🏳️‍🌈"We Are the Ants"- Hutchinson, Shaun David

🏳️‍🌈 "Unlicensed Delivery"- Soulsby-McCreath, Will

🏳️‍🌈"Tarnished are the Stars"- Thor, Rosiee

🏳️‍🌈"Rebuilding Tomorrow"- Dolichva, Tsana

🏳️‍🌈"The Prey of Gods"- Drayden, Nicky

🏳️‍🌈"The Outside"- Hoffman, Ada

🏳️‍🌈"On the Edge of Gone"- Duyvis, Corinne

🏳️‍🌈"Once Stole"- Bryn, D. N.

🏳️‍🌈"Odder Still"- Bryn, D. N

🏳️‍🌈"Izzy at the End of the World"- Reynolds, K. A.

🏳️‍🌈 "Borederline"- Baker, Mishell

🏳️‍🌈 "Into the Drowning Deep"- Grant, Mira

🏳️‍🌈 "Highway Bodies"- Evans, Alison

Information on all of these books and more can be found in the Disability Book Archive.

Happy Pride Month!

[kiruliom]

gendermonster

a gender[thing] system where your gender just feels like a monster!

as per genderthings go, any gender under this must have the -monster suffix!!

please tag me if you coin any terms under this! id love to see it and will reblog it even >:)

template can be found here (link)

[ID: a pride flag for the xenogender system 'gendermonster'. dark purple waves lower into a lighter purple line, followed by a hot pink line. there is a lighter pink line with jagged lines similar to arrows, the line is finished by orange jagged lines. the middle line is pale yellow. the pattern repeats inverse, similar to how the transgender flag is with the blue and pink. the gendermonster symbol is over the flag. end ID]

tagging: @gendersystemarchive and @mogai-reblog :D

[ID: a rainbow glitter text that reads “please do not reupload anywhere unless credited and informed". end ID]

monster symbol coining under the cut!!

monster symbol:

a symbol for monsters, or general supernatural nonhumanity!! the diamond symbolizes having a body differing from the human norms, x on the middle is for the prejiduce monsters may face, top symbol is the first half of an hourglass, symbolizing monsters who experience mortality, the bottom symbol is the second half of an hourglass, symbolizing monsters who are immortal and monsters who have already passed. the left symbol is a yin, symbolizing benevolent monsters, those who do good in the world. and the right symbol is a yang, symbolizing malevolent monsters, those who thrive in chaos.

[agirlwhoisaphantom]

To Build a Home - Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Reader

To Build a Home - Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Going baby shopping should be a great idea? Right? But things take a turn. You share a cute moment with Bucky as you read the pregnancy book he claims he bought for you. This ends with a moment with you and Bucky in the baby room.

Word Count: 3400

Warnings: Fluff, also a hint of insecurities and thinking about the past. Pregnant!Reader

a/n: This is Part 2 to my one shot. Read part one “Turning Page- Bucky Barnes x Reader” Anyhow, Part two will be taking place when you are 6 months pregnant. You and Bucky get a little bit of help from some friends. Also, I would like to apologize for the first section of this, it might hurt a bit.

Five months later

Blue, Pink, Red, Purple, you could see every color of the rainbow on all four store walls.

Steve thought it was a great idea for you, Wanda, and Bucky to go to a baby store. You and Wanda were so excited to go and look at baby items. Meanwhile, Bucky's face was blank as a ghost. Even though it has been five months since him finding out you were pregnant, it still catches him by surprise that he'll be a dad in a couple of weeks.

In the store, Bucky and Steve were together looking at furniture since they were the 'strong one' out of the group. Meanwhile, you and Wanda were looking at baby clothes, plushies, blankets, and decorations. Without hesitation, you gravitated more towards the boy section than the girl section. Even though you and Bucky wanted to wait until they were born to find out their gender, deep down, you knew they are a baby boy. The first thing you get is a pair of suspender top and bottom set that came with a bowtie. The shorts were the color khaki and the shirt was light blue. You turn to Wanda to show her what you found. "Look what I found for him." your heart filled with joy and happiness. You had a soft smile on your face.

Wanda grabs the piece that you were holding and places it against your stomach "he is going to look handsome" she smiled and scrunched her nose. She was truly happy for you and glad that you picked her to help you throughout this journey.

Across the store, where the furniture was located, Bucky and Steve were looking at furniture. Bucky was tense; he wasn't sure if he wanted to be there looking at baby items. He stared at the same baby crib for the past 3 minutes when Steve notices that he wasn't doing anything "hey, is everything alright?" he pauses to place his hand on Bucky's shoulder. "I know this is new to you and something you least expected to happen. But you deserve this."

Bucky started to shake his head, and slowly tears form in his eyes "are you sure about this, Steve?" his voice gets small and shaky. "Just a decade ago, I was murdering people without my own will. Do I deserve this happiness? What if they don't like me because of my past?" His lips were trembling as if he were to let out a sob- but he never did. His nose twitched as his mouth suddenly became agape, and he drew in a breath of air sharply, turning his neck towards the entrance. He started to pull on the sleeve of his left arm, trying to cover his metal hand. "I can't do this. I need to get out of here" He rushes out of the furniture section towards the store's entrance.

Wanda notices that Steve and Bucky were walking fast out of the store. Steve gives her a look and holds up a finger. She tried reading his mind to see what was going on, but all she caught was "give me a moment to calm him down, he had a panic attack" she had a concerned look on her face, but she knew Steve would be able to handle it.

You notice that Wanda had a concerned look on her face as she wasn't paying attention to what you were saying. "Wanda, are you okay?" a frown formed on your face as you were looking around the store looking for Bucky. He was gone. "Where is he?" you raise your voices a bit. "Wanda, where is he?" you were demanding her to give you an answer. She points towards the entrance. You gave her the clothes that you were holding. You sped walk towards the door.

Outside of the store, Bucky was sitting on the floor, knees by his chest, heavy breathing, hiding his face from the outside world. You could hear Steve trying to calm him down, telling him things that would usually calm him, but this time it was different. Steve notices that you were there and gets near you to hug you. He leans forward "are you sure about this? I tried everything I could. He hasn't been able to calm down," he whispers into your ear. Letting go of his hug, you have a brief smile and a nod. He walks back to the store to find Wanda and let her know what is happening.

You kneel, placing your hands on his knees. You were now able to hear how heavy he was breathing. “Bucky?” you slowly move your thumb against his knee, trying to calm him down “what’s wrong, my love? What’s going on?” he lifts his head and looks at you, his face red and his eyes puffy from the crying he had been doing for the past couple of minutes. Moving your hand from his knee, you place it on his cheek, wiping the tears from his face using your thumb. “hey, hey, Bucky, it’s okay” Your eyebrows knit together. You hated seeing him like this.

“I don’t deserve this happiness, not after everything I’ve done” his lips were quivering, his voice became small “they aren’t going to like me. I’m just a monster.” tears falling down his cheeks. He pulls you in, holding you, wrapping his arms around you. He was sobbing on your shoulder. Now the material of your shirt was soaking wet. “I’m sorry. I’m so-“

You interrupt him. “James, what you did. That wasn’t you, that was never you. One thing I’ll tell you is that you deserve every little inch of happiness; you deserve to be happy.” You take a pause holding him tighter and trying to stop your voice from being shaky. “I know this is scary. I’m scared as well. But one thing I know for sure is that even though we will try to be the perfect parents in the world, we aren’t going to be, and that’s okay. They are going to love us and our imperfections” you gently pull away, still holding him in your arms, you softly press your lips against his forehead to calm him down.

You held him for a couple of minutes. You wanted to make sure that he was okay. There was silence between the two of you, but you didn't mind. Within minutes, his heartbeat slowed, and he started to breathe normally. He turns his head, giving you a brief kiss on your cheek. “I appreciate you so much, doll” he takes a big gulp before continuing talking. “Should we ditch them and go somewhere else?” a soft giggle escapes his mouth. “I’m kidding. Let’s go and pick things for our little one.”

With your sleeve, you wipe the tears from his face. He grabs your wrist and stops you from continuing. He brings the palm of your hand and softly kisses it, then he lets go of it, so you can continue.

As he was getting up, he helped you get up as well. He was grabbing your hand and pulling you upward. Every little move that he has done with you, he has tried his best not to hurt you.

You both stood outside holding one other for a couple of minutes until you were able to notice that Bucky’s face didn’t look like he had been crying for the past couple of minutes.

Once you walked into the store, it was fast to locate Steve and Wanda, as Steve had a pile of clothes over his shoulder, a mixer of girl and boy clothes. And Wanda with a cart full of baby items. “Are you sure we are having a baby and not them?” you and Bucky were in synch “jinx, no, you jinx.” you both said that once again. This caused you and him to laugh out loud. Wanda turns around and rushes with the cart in your direction. She seemed like a little kid showing their parents the toy she had just found. Steve was getting the clothes that were on his shoulder, placing them all in his arms.

Once Wanda was near you, her face lit up as bright as a firework. “I and Steve both agreed that for this trip, we are buying all of this plus whatever you guys want.” Wanda was breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath “consider this as an early baby shower gift” she starts pulling out items from the cart and showing you her favorite items. Once Steve got to where you all were, he dumps the pile of clothes in the cart. “Steve! I was still showing her thing” she rolled her eyes, and this made Bucky and Steve laugh.

Steve looks at Bucky. “I’m guessing you are feeling better, aren’t you” Bucky gives him a brief smile and nods.

You grab Bucky’s hand and start to walk towards the furniture section. You pointed at a white three-in-one convertible crib “Honey, We should get this one” your voice was small yet soft with sparkles in your eyes. A smile formed on his face, and he nodded in agreement. Anything that you liked, he would usually like it as well.

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What a long day today was, you thought to yourself. You were now home resting. Wanda, Steve, and Bucky made sure to put everything away in the baby room. 

Every little chance that Bucky gets, he can't keep his hands off of your stomach. He wanted to be there for everything, the first kick, the first movement they ever make. He didn't want to miss anything.

You were sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, reading a pregnancy book that Bucky decided to buy for you. He bought it for himself since he wanted to be prepared for everything that might happen. But he is too stubborn to admit it, so he bought the book for you. 

Bucky was sitting right next to you, laying his head on your right shoulder, trying to read along to what you might be on. His right hand placed on your stomach, moving in a circular motion.  

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Around 18 weeks of pregnancy, your little one hears their very first sounds. By 24 weeks, those little ears are rapidly developing. Your baby's sensitivity to sound will improve even more as the weeks pass. 

"Did you know that he can hear you already?" you asked. You were looking down at him, and his ocean blue eyes were looking back at you. You pointed to the location where it stated that they were able to hear at certain weeks. 

With a small smile on his face and his left eyebrow risen "he? I think they are a girl" he giggles a little "but if my baby girl says we are having a boy, then I believe it's time for me and him to have a one-on-one talk" he leans in forward to kiss you on your cheek. 

He slow removes the blanket that was covering your stomach and kisses your stomach, placing his right hand on your lower stomach. “hey, I don’t think mommy can hear us,” he was whispering while looking up to you. You had a smile on your face while you shacked your head. “I can’t wait to have you in my arms, little Leo” he pauses for a moment and has the biggest smile on his face, “When you grow up, I’m going to tell you so many stories about my adventures with your uncle Steve and uncle Sam. I can’t forget about those stories with your beautiful, strong, amazing mommy” He looks up at you with a smirk on his face. You started running your fingers through his hair, feeling how soft it was. “Leo, could you believe it that right now, the world is a crazy place to be at? But at this moment, you are safe in there. Mommy and daddy will always keep you safe. No matter what happens, we will always protect you.”

He moves back to where he was resting his head on your shoulder, not moving his right arm from where it was located. “How was your talk with baby-“you pause for a moment, trying to process what just happened. “Leo?”

Bucky looks at you, slightly shaking his with left eyebrow rose. It looked like he had a soft disappointed face. “Doll, you weren’t supposed to listen to me and him having a boy talk” he stops shaking his head, and gradually a smile on his face started to form. “Yeah, Leo. I’ve always liked the name Leo” he paused, and a small frown started to show. “You don’t like it. If you don’t, we can-“

Pressing your lips against his forehead, you interrupt him. You knew what he was going to say “No, I love the name, Leo.” It seemed like he had read your mind. That was the name that you had a plan on naming your future baby boy. Removing your lips against his skin and a soft giggle escapes your lips “so are you planning on telling him about your little rolling over with Sam that one time?”

Bucky looks up to you, and he had an offended look on his face. “I’m certainly not telling him that,” he pauses to place his head back on your shoulder. “There are things he doesn’t need to know, and that is one of them.”

Out of a sudden, you can feel a sharp pain on your lower stomach where Bucky’s hand was placed. This caught him by surprise. “Did Leo just kick?” you can feel the excitement from his voice. You giggled a little in agreement “he kicks hard, aww, he is a strong boy. Just like his daddy” his voice went high pitched as he was talking towards your stomach.

Minutes pass by from the last time they kicked, and Bucky felt every little kick they did. It pained you but seeing him and the reaction he had on his face. The amusement written all over Bucky’s face was worth it, the pain they caused you. You have always thought of naming your baby girl Rebecca. You have liked that name for years. Also, you knew how close Bucky was to his sister, and you wanted her to be named by someone he holds dear to his heart.

You take a deep breath, unsure if you wanted to say anything. “Honey, if we have a baby girl. What are your thoughts on the name Rebecca?” you tense up a little, not knowing what other words to say. “I know how much your sister meant to you, and I just thought that-“

Bucky looks up at you and places his hand on the back of your head, pulling in you. Pressing his lips against yours, he gently and carefully kissed you. Pulling away from your lips, he had the biggest smile on his face. “Doll, I love that” He moves his hand from the back of your head to your lower stomach once again. “Rebecca isn’t allowed to date until she is 30,” he laughs, scrunching his nose. He loved that you considered naming her Rebecca. Bucky never thought about naming her that. He slowly moves his hand in circular motions. “Our little princess is going to be such a beautiful little girl, just like her mom.”

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“Come on, cyborg, use your metal arm. You have it there for a reason.”

“Do you think that most of the time I remember that I have a metal arm? I’m fucking right-handed, Sam, not left-handed.”

“I swear to god if you guys wake her up. I am going to quit. Buck finish building the crib, and Sam paint the wall.”

Suppose the walls couldn’t be any thinner. You could hear Sam, Bucky, and Steve arguing in the room next door. You lay in bed for a couple of more minutes just listening to them. You were covering your mouth, trying your best not to burst into laughter. Before getting up, you took big breaths trying to control your laughter.

As you were opening the door, you notice Steve leaving the baby room. “See what you both idiots did? You woke her up” he sounded annoyed and irritated. He walks into the kitchen, grabbing his cup of coffee that he left on the counter. “Good morning, did you sleep well last night?” He takes a sip of coffee, placing his full attention on you.

You had the biggest grin on your face, and you tried to compose yourself, making sure you didn’t laugh. “I slept great. What are you guys doing at 9 am” you walk to the kitchen opening the fridge and gathering the ingredients to make a sandwich.

“What do you mean what we both did? It was all- oh” Bucky notices that you were awake preparing yourself food. He gets near you and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer so he can give you a brief kiss on your head. “Good morning, doll. I’m sorry if we woke you up” he takes the sandwich that you prepared and takes a bite out of it.

Watching him take a bite from the sandwich you had prepared yourself made you a bit upset. You crossed your arms and walked away with the sandwich he just bit. “First, he wakes me up, and then he takes a bite of my sandwich.” you thought to yourself. You had a frown on your face.

Steve looks in Bucky’s direction continuing drinking the last bit of his coffee with his eyebrows lifted. Then it clicked to Bucky that he had messed up, so he quickly turns around and prepares another sandwich. He opens the fridge and grabs your favorite chocolate, and speed walks in your direction. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken a bite” he hands you the sandwich he prepared and the chocolate “here you go, doll. I’m going to go finish up the crib.” He points to the direction of the bedroom.

Before he could walk away from you, you grab his wrist “can I come help with whatever you guys might be doing” you knit your eyebrows together and push your bottom lip forward, making a pouty face. “Please” you knew that he couldn’t say no to you when you did this facial expression.

He takes your hand and starts walking to the bedroom. You see Sam on a ladder with a paint roller in his hands “sorry, we woke you up” you go near him and hand him the sandwich that Bucky made for you “thank you, you didn’t have to make this for me.” he gave you a brief smile.

Bucky had a blank stare, and his facial expression read ‘really.’ You giggled a little “I didn’t make it. Bucky did,” you whisper and placed your hand on your cheek, trying to cover your lips and from what you were going to say next “so if it tastes bad, that’s why,” you whispered and scrunched your nose.

“I heard that” Bucky sounded annoyed and had a frown formed on his face.

This made you and Sam laugh for a couple of minutes.

You walk towards Bucky wrapping your arms around him and getting on your toes to kiss him on his chin. “You know I’m just messing with you.” Still pressing your lips against his skin, “You are an amazing cook, and your sandwiches are always going to be my favorite” a little smile formed on your face while your lips were still pressed on his skin.

You walk towards the dresser where a bag full of baby clothes was at and you start organizing them by pajamas, formal, underwear, casual category.

Sam and Steve both left to take a mini-break. But Bucky, he stayed with you, he wanted to make sure that you were safe, and if you needed anything, he would be there for you. Looking through the bag, you found the pair of suspender top and bottom set that came with a bowtie. You turn around to showed Bucky the little outfit. “Honey, look, Leo is going to look so adorable in this” you place the outfit against your stomach.

He had a smirk on his face and nodded. You couldn’t wait till the day comes where you can hold them in your arms.

[catharrington]

It HAS to be #4 for thst prompt list. Kill me with it!

4/ We slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there’s something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair.

Maybe a little different than requested but like here is a thot I’ve had for a while.

We’ve got tonight.

Hopper pushed the metal door closed behind them with a shove, the hinges creeking. He leaned against it, face twisted up in a grimace, and reached to run his hand over his brow in exasperation but couldn’t. One hand occupied locking the door, the other braced around Billy Hargrove’s forearm, his knuckles hitting the handcuffs binding the teen’s wrists.

“You better have a good explanation for this, Jim!” Murray hissed- fuckin hissed, jabbing a finger right into the middle of Hopper’s chest.

“He ain’t!” Billy scoffed. Earning him a yank on the arms that only made the teen snarl in return. “You ain’t!” He repeated this time towards Hopper.

“Just cool it, Billy!” Steve finally snapped at where he was standing farther down the hallway. Running his hands through his hair in a panic, panting like he just got finished running, looking wide eyed at how the three others turned to face him.

Murray took a step towards Steve, tilting his head to the side. Steve wanted to show his teeth in a little hiss, but he didn’t want to come off the same energy as Billy. So he bit the bottom of his lip. Placed his hands on his hips and cocked them to the side.

“And you must be...,” Murray asked slowly.

“I’m Steve,” Steve said letting go of his bottom lip. Flicking his eyes to the wall and back.

“Oh, you’re Steve,” Murray instantly melted into knowing laughter, eyes glimmering with an inside joke.

Steve opened his mouth to snap back what the hell the older man meant by that- but Murray was already turned back to face the door.

“And that mullet and attitude just gives you away! The infamous Billy Hargrove?” he announced, clasping his hands together manically.

Hopper rolled his eyes, frowning and groaning, while Billy perked up. Stepping towards Murray with a confident shrug only slightly ruined by the handcuffs pulling taught. “Didn’t know I had a fuckin reputation to keep up with-,”

“Shut your trap, Hargrove!” Hopper interrupted him. Pushing Billy so he faces the wall. Legs spread and hands in front to brace himself as best as he can. Steve glances away.

“As cute as this all is, sheriff- Chief! Hopper. Why, oh why, have you shown up at my humble abode with two teenage boys at 2 in the morning?” Murray says with a forced fondness. “Explain, please?” He snaps when Hopper takes a second too long to think.

“Alright, alright,” he purses his lips, rolls that thick mustache around.

“We need a place to spend the night.” Steve pipes up.

Murray turns to him with a grimace. “I’m not a bed and breakfast, Steve,” he mocks.

“Well,” Steves got his hands on his hips still, knows the kids would roll their eyes at him. But he’s way too tired at this point. “If you give a flying shit: we’ve been kinda running for our lives from Russian super soldiers and parallel universe demons all day long. We’ve wrestled a smoke monster out of Billy’s mouth that was so not something I wanted to see, thanks, and I haven’t eaten or taken a shower in way- way too long. So if you don’t mind?”

Hopper and Murray had matching frowns, if that was possible. It might have just been the facial hair. While Billy watched Steve with a cross between fondness in his eyes, and complete debauchery in the rest of his face. Licking across his fat bottom lip while he raked his eyes over Steve. Up and down. Making no effort to hide it.

Steve scoffed at him, pursing his lips and turning away. He didn’t see the way Murray looked between the two of them. His eyes flicking left and right as if trying to calculate across a page.

“I’ve got a fold out couch that would be cramped, but it’s nicer than it looks.” He suggests.

Steve wanted to whine, complain, lament about why he had to get bunked with the guy who only ‘most likely’ doesn’t have a demon inside of him anymore. But Steve felt tired. And if the bags under Hopper’s eyes that are dark as, and seem to droop down just as low as, his mustache have anything to say; he’s tired too.

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve nods back, “that sounds good.”

“Showers first door on the left, couch is just down this hall into the living room. Can’t miss it.” Murray says with a sniveling smirk that sets Steve’s teeth on edge. He doesn’t even care, just rushes past to head into the shower first.

And that’s how Steve finds himself, laying across a fold out couch that smells like pipe smoke and vodka with one arm draped across his hips and the other bent holding his top half up to watch Billy come out of the bathroom. He makes it one step before Hopper is there with the handcuffs. Slapping them back in place with a shiver inducing clicking noise.

“I’ve got my eyes on you, Hargrove,” Hopper warns, threatening even in a button up Hawaiian shirt, “don’t think for a second-,”

“Have you ever known me to think, chief?” Billy snaps back. Makes Steve’s eyes roll. The blonde with hair still curly and dripping wet gives Hopper a two handed salute before walking away backwards towards the living room.

“Goodnight, Hop,” Billy sings.

It’s three in the morning by the time the lights are off and both boys are laying down. Billy’s turned to his side. His hands forced together by metal up and clutching the end of his lumpy pillow. Steve’s laying on his stomach, nuzzling into his own pillow before turning ever slightly to look at Billy.

He watches as Billy softens when he sleeps. Those long eyelashes fluttering closed. His cheeks dusted with freckles more apparent this close. The closest they’ve ever been. Even in basketball when Billy presses right up to his side. Even in the showers when he leers and gets right into his face. Hell, even only hours ago when they had Billy strapped down to a hospital bed in a lava hot room as he begged to be let go, snarled, whimpered, and Steve had to lay across his shoulders to stop him from ripping the heavy leather restraints, this is the closest Steve’s thinking he’s ever been.

Or maybe it’s the closest he’s ever been without a fight. Without some immature school yard excuse to admire those long lashes and cute freckles.

Steve twists himself to get a better look. Both boys laying on their sides. He feels a smile grow across his face as he drops his eyes closed.

In the morning, light is much different in Murray’s sealed fortress of a house. It filters through newspapers he has glued up, gives the light a stuffy orange glow that makes the whole place cozy. Not intentionally, Steve figures, as he wakes up and blinks his eyes into focus, just as unintentionally as he finds himself still next to Billy.

But in the same way, he finds it lovely. The way the orange light filters through the rotting newspapers to cascade down across Billy’s tanned skin and alight it in coppers. Catches each and every wild curl made messy with sleep. Litters them with strands of spun golden thread.

His freckles are dark, still too many shadows, but they are there. Steve is close enough to see how they move when Billy wrinkles his nose in sleep. How his eyes shift to make those long lashes flutter.

Steve’s not thinking. He’s in some orange tinted twilight zone as he reaches forward. Stretches out his long fingers to inch ever closer.

He’s always wanted to touch. Always found some alternative for it. But maybe now, maybe in this orange-

Steve curls his fingers over the back of Billy’s neck. Burrows his fingers into soft gold hair. Rubs his thumb across copper skin covered with freckles. Sighs out loud when his skin makes contact because Billy’s warm, so warm, like a California beach. Just like he imagined.

“Pretty boy,” the words are tired, slurred, only just awake. Billy’s eyes open slowly. His blue darkened to navy. Pools of shadowed water just before the break of dawn. Promises of a rainbow colored sky.

Steve bites his lip because he wants to pull away, but he doesn’t. Not this time. He swipes his thumb again and again. “You know it’s a joke, you calling me pretty boy when you look like this. Really such a dumb joke. Have you looked into a mirror?”

Billy scoffs. Curls up one lip in disgust as he lifts his head to nuzzle farther into Steve’s hand. Blinks once, then twice, before focusing his half open bleary eyes on Steve’s own. “Only lookin at you, pretty boy.” He mumbles.

The handcuffs jingle as Billy lifts them to pet across Steve’s forearm the same way Steve can’t stop petting across Billy’s sleep warmed skin.

Neither boy hears Murray making coffee in the kitchen. They have their eyes closed again by the time the man walks into the living room to watch with a cocky smile buried into his mug. Steve’s got his legs tangled with Billy’s, touching as much as he can without any good excuse.