#tyrus is happening

[peax-hy]

props to gay people for inventing handholding

[frankielbbh]

was it casual when he bought him a shirt because it would match his eyes….was it casual when when she called her bambi…..idk idk

[imagineitdearies]

Just made a very important gif 😈

[etincelise]

listen listen whAT IF tj thinks he isn’t a jealous person but once he sees cyrus hanging out with jonah on the swing set, on THEIR swing set, he just starts feeling all these stupid jealousy feelings and gets angry but doesn’t do anything because he thinks he has no right to feel anything like that BUT WHAT IF

[theravenloftwanderers]

The queen and her knight.

What remains after Strahd Zon Zarovich? New playthings for the dark entity.

[bearenjoyers]

last time they were ever on screen together .

[nicsnort]

Sweet Cream

NSFW 18+ male minotaur (Tyrus) x female reader

Contains: lactation, milking, hucow, overstimulation, romantic Valentine's date, size difference, and physical transformations

Word Count: 3927

Lore/World-building prompt

Today is Lover's Day, and you wanted to do something special for your minotaur boyfriend. He loves the idea of milking you, but since you aren't ready for calves yet, you find a witch's potion to help you in making his fantasies come true.

Same minotaur character and reader found in After Party but it isn't necessary to read that one first

~

You had been seeing Tyrus for nearly three months. The relationship was going well by your standards. He was as sweet as cream despite his imposing minotaur figure. After he learned how attracted you were to monsters, he was a bit overprotective while on dates if other monsters were around, but he felt no threat from humans. However, Tyrus still snorted at any human men he caught staring at you to scare them off. Human or monster, Tyrus did not need to worry about you breaking up with him to explore your options. The two of you got along well, and you found yourself catching feelings for this minotaur who could have been a one-night stand. Not to mention the sex. The sex with him continued to be as amazing as the first night - even more so as your body adjusted to the magical effect of his minotaur essence so you could actually participate instead of just letting him use you as a sex toy. Though that was still fun to do sometimes.

After every night together, he took such good care of you. But Lover’s Day was approaching, and you wanted to do something for him.

Tyrus loved to talk about milking you during sex. It was one of his biggest fantasies. But to milk you, Tyrus would have to get you pregnant. A three-month relationship was not long enough to consider something as permanent as a calf, and both of you were busy building your careers either way. 

Then you saw it on the corner of the internet where Teratosexuals discussed their stigmatized desires but also solutions to problems they faced in their relationships with monsters. A link to a witch’s webshop that provided various potions and remedies of a sexual nature. And for sale - Moo-duce. 

The lame attempt at coming up with a clever name aside, it was exactly what you needed. A potion that would cause anyone with mammary tissue and nipples to produce milk.

You ordered the potion immediately, and it mysteriously appeared on your kitchen counter the next day. Magic was great. The potion would take 24-36 hours to produce the first milk, and the results would fade after three days or so. You drank the potion a day and a half before your Lover’s Day date with Tyrus. You wanted to make sure your jugs were full of milk for him. There had been a warning that the mammary tissue and nipples would likely be uncomfortable during the 24-36 hours of growth and milk production, especially for first-time users. Tyrus was worth it, though.

After a couple of hours, your breasts started to feel tender. A few hours later, you noticed the first signs of swelling, indicated by your breasts continuously popping out of your bra when you moved too much. By the time you went to bed twelve hours after ingestion, your breasts felt like pins and needles.

The users had recommended massaging your breasts to alleviate the feeling. So, lying there in bed, you cupped your breasts, imagining Tyrus’ hands as you massaged them. You could feel the increased weight already. They had to have swelled a cup in size. Pulling on your nipples, you imagined how it would feel to have milk pouring from them. Tyrus’ lips already felt amazing when he sucked on them, but to have pressure released when that happened? A few reviews said their nipples felt as sensitive as clits.

You couldn’t wait.

In the morning, the pins and needles had faded, but now your breasts felt hot. You walked around your home with your shirt and bra off. Luckily, you had the day off. Sometime after lunch, you suddenly felt a cool tingle around your nipples. A wave of excitement crashed over you. Biting your lower lip, you slowly looked down with anticipation. Leaking out of your areolas were several white droplets of milk.

You danced excitedly. It had worked! 

Raising a hand to your breasts, you wiped the droplets away. Your fingers lingered over your nipple. You wanted to tug on it. You wanted to feel the release. Breathing out slowly, you fought down the urge. No, Tyrus would have the honor of being the first to milk you. You wanted to save it all for him. You were meeting him for dinner tonight.

A few hours later, you started to ready yourself for your date. As you walked, you swore you could feel the milk sloshing around inside of you, yearning to be released. You had pre-bought a larger bra for this evening, but as you put it on, you realized it was too small! The instructions said to expect a growth of one to two cup sizes, but as you quickly measured yourself, you realized you had gone up three and a half!

Fuck. There wasn’t time to go out and buy another. Unless you paid the exorbitant costs of InstantImp, there was no chance to get one that fit. You weighed the options in your head. You had bought a cute but baggy sweater for a top. Despite it being baggy, people would definitely be able to tell you weren’t wearing a bra…damn it.

Opening up InstantImp, you managed to find the same bra in your new size. Of course, there was an increase in fees due to the holiday. At least you could return the other one you bought. Putting in your order, it took ten minutes for the delivery Imp to knock on your door. In your straining bathrobe, you answered the door.

The imp’s wings kept him at human eye level. He wore a bored expression, but his eyes perked up at the sight of you. His flat bat-like nose flared. “Mmmm, moo moo,” he commented, “Thirsty. Give tip?”

“I’ll report you,” you told him shortly, taking your package. The imp pouted and muttered something under his breath in its natural language before teleporting away to pick up its next delivery.

Imps were useful creatures, but their grasp of manners was as lacking as their grasp of the mortal spoken word. It didn’t help that the Imps bound to InstantImp had been created during the Great Incursion by the Demon Lords. At least, this way, they served some purpose instead of wandering in hordes, spreading corruption, assaulting people, and causing chaos. However, you were unsure if, as one of the last corporations, InstantImp was any less evil than the Demon Lords. Was it still the exploitation of labor if the creatures were literally created to serve others?

Finally, you were able to get dressed. The baggy sweater was less baggy than you had wanted, but as you examined yourself in the mirror, it was hard to tell any difference. If anything, it looked like you were wearing a padded bra.

At six, there was a knock on your apartment door. Opening it, you saw Tyrus, his big black-furred form filling the doorway, his horns barely missing the hallway's ceiling. “Omorfia mou,” he greeted, holding out a bouquet of red flowers - gallic roses, traditional for minotaurs, or so you’ve read.

“Tyrus, my handsome bull,” you replied, taking the roses and inhaling their scent. They were lovely.

“They are enchanted; they will stay fresh for over a month even without water.”

Your smile grew wider as you set them on the kitchen counter. You will find a vase for them later. Locking your door, you took Tyrus’ arm and headed outside. “So, are you doing to tell me where you are taking me yet,” you asked as he led you down the street.

“No,” he replied with a devious expression. “A surprise means a surprise. Perhaps I should blindfold you and simply carry you there.”

“A tempting thought, but I shall pass for tonight.”

“Are you sure? I could put you on my shoulders. I know how much you love to hold on to my horns with my head between your legs.”

“I believe I would be the wrong way around for the position I enjoy.”

“True. Then I could hold you in my arms, princess carry?” The two of you continued to make sexually charged banter back and forth. While Tyrus never did carry you, you completely lost track of where the two of you were going. All according to Tyrus’ plan.

“And here we are,” he announced after a ten-minute walk after getting off the tram. He gestured to a brickwork building with a large ornate wooden door that looked like it belonged in a castle. Old World was inscribed in iron-wrought letters above the door. You had heard of this place. It was a restaurant that catered to monsters and those from beyond the Rift, or the Old World as they called it. It was hard, if not impossible, for those from this plane to gain access.

You gasped and hugged Tyrus as tightly as you could. Your milk-filled breasts leaked slightly from the pressure. “Really? Are you sure it's okay? I mean - I’m allowed in?”

“No, this is just for me; eat elsewhere,” he said, barely hiding a smile as he spoke. Then, he could not keep a straight expression. His ears twitched with delight as he chuckled. “Yes, it is alright, Omorfia mou. They are doing a Lover’s Day special for those with human partners here.”

While plenty of food from beyond the Rift had shown up in restaurants, those recipes used ingredients from this plane and were changed to fit the norms here. This was as true to Old World food as you could get in this plane. 

You danced excitedly, only collecting yourself as Tyrus led you through the front doors. A kitsune welcomed you, its tails swishing majestically, before leading you to the reserved table. It seemed they knew the sizes of those who would be eating at the table as Tyrus had a sturdier chair with his size, and you had a taller one to put you at near equal height to the table. Looking around, you saw all sorts of accommodations for various monstrous bodies. Unlike the human world, those beyond the Rift were used to adjusting for a variety of needs.

The dinner was a whirlwind of new experiences. The restaurant had created a tasting arrangement for the humans in the restaurant to give them the full experience. You tried roasted mimic, braised sunroots, fermented ooze noodles, and a whole variety of other things that you quickly forgot the names of in your excitement. You washed the food down with samples of Oakengleam Stout, Glowing Mushroom Wine, and Cinder Cider, the last of which caused you to breathe out a bit of smoke with each exhale. Finally, the tour of foods ended with a slice of heart apple pie.

“They say that those who share heart apple pie on Lover’s Day will have a passionate and happy year together,” Tyrus told you, offering a bite off his fork. 

“Oh, that is very romantic,” you cooed, a blush on your face. Around the restaurant, several other people were making similar comments, as their lovers had probably told them the same thing.

You wrapped your lips around the bite he offered you, a bit more sensually than needed, then offered him a piece of your own slice. A romantic year you hoped for indeed. 

Once dessert was finished and the bill paid, the two of you began heading to Tyrus’ apartment. It was a twenty-minute walk or so, but during that time, you noticed something. Your breasts were beginning to hurt. You could feel the pressure inside of them building up, needing release. By the gods, you needed to be milked.

“Are you alright, Omorfia mou,” Tyrus asked as you reached his apartment building. “Did a dish not sit well with you?”

“No, it was all delicious,” you replied. You leaned into him as you entered the elevator. “It was the most wonderful surprise…Under my clothes, I have a surprise for you, too; it has just gotten a bit uncomfortable…”

Tyrus snorted with anticipation, his tail lifting and curving to show excitement. “Well, then, let us get it off you soon.”

You giggled to yourself. He thought it was lingerie.

In his apartment, your excitement only grew. Your nipples ached, longing to be touched, pulled, and suckled on. Tyrus wrapped his arms around you from the back, pulling you against his firm body. His fingers played with the hem of your sweater, slowly pulling it up. “Can I have my surprise now,” he asked.

You hummed in anticipation, turning around in his arms, your aching breasts brushing against his firm chest. “Oh, yes, you may.”

Tyrus’ thick, calloused fingers dragged along your sensitive sides as he pulled the sweater up and over your head, revealing your plain blue bra. You saw his brow furrow and ears flick with confusion. “Uh, it is a very pretty color, Omorfia. A push-up bra?” 

You laughed aloud. “That isn’t the surprise, silly. I never said it was something I was wearing. You see, I bought a potion from a verified witch to help make your fantasies, our fantasies, come true.”

As you spoke, you reached back and undid the strap to your bra. Pulling it away, you revealed your milky tits. “As you asked me on the night we met, can I get you a drink?”

The bull went silent as he took in your leaking nipples. You watched as his pants tented, his member growing rock hard at the sight of your milk-filled breasts. “Nomízo óti eímai erotevménos mazí sou,” he said in his native language as quietly as a prayer.

His hooves scraped against the floor as he kneeled before you. Usually, he would lift you up on the table or counter, but now he got down on your level. His large hands cupped your breasts. Your breasts had grown so large that they now overflowed his grasp instead of being engulfed by it. Tyrus snorted with pleasure as he lifted your heavy globes. His hot breath made your nipples stand at attention, milk dripping from their pores.

“Please, Tyrus. I need you to milk me.”

That broke him.

His broad tongue swept out across your right breast, licking up every leaking drop before finally wrapping his hot lips around your nipple. With a mighty suck, you felt the milk rush out of your breast, through your nipple, and pour into his eager mouth.

Your eyes closed, and your head tipped back as you moaned with pleasure. Gripping his horns, you held him in place. This was ecstatic. Each strong suck sent a jolt down your spine to your pussy. Soon your cunt was dripping as fast as your milk.

After a long suck, Tyrus broke off from your right breast and switched to the left one. You gasped with pleasure. With each strong pull of your tit, you felt your pussy clench like a slow, extended orgasm. “Fuck, Tyrus. I feel like I’m gonna cum just from this.”

He snorted, the speed of his suckling quickening. He took your words as a challenge. 

The muscles of your cunt clenched faster and faster. Gods, you were getting close. Your hands tightened on his horns. Your hips rolled, desperate for that little bit of extra to push you over the edge. You were so close. You were gonna--

Then Tyrus broke his mouth off again, leaving you at the edge of your orgasm. “Noooo,” you whined, tears forming at the corner of your eyes in frustration.

His hands held your breasts up, and he pressed them together. Lowering his head, he captured both of your leaking nipples in his mouth and sucked. Twin streams of milk shot out of your breasts and down his throat. You screamed. Your eyes rolled back in your head. Your hips shook violently as you came hard. He continued to gulp down your milk, extending your orgasm.

Finally, your body couldn’t handle it anymore. Your hands released his horns as your legs gave out from the pleasure. Tyrus caught you, releasing your breasts to hold you up. Lifting your feet off the ground, he carried you over to the sex swing he had installed a couple of weeks ago. With surprising strength, even for being a minotaur, he tore your pants off you, but the sound of ripping cloth didn’t even phase you. Your cunt was still twitching with aftershocks as he placed you in the harness face down so your breasts hung like a pair of udders.

“Look at you, agápi,” he praised, his deep voice rumbling in his chest, “just like a cow. My little hucow with milk leaking from your tits.”

Another rip of fabric, and you felt his heavy cock rest between your swollen needy lower lips. You could smell his precum. The heady scent alone caused you to moan. His hot member rubbed against your pussy as he reached around you. Tyrus’ strong hands cupped your breasts once more, his thumbs and forefingers sliding down to pinch your nipples. Then he tugged.

Milk sprayed out of your tits. You threw your head back as your back arched with pleasure. Rhythmically, Tyrus began to milk your tits. First, the right nipple was pulled, then the left, repeat. Each tug on your nipples sent a stream of milk to the floor. You felt like a cow, and you loved it.

Your hips rocked, grinding against his cock. You wanted it in you. You wanted to milk his cock with your cunt as he milked your breasts. Your clit dragged across the silky skin of his dick. So soon after your first orgasm, it was already driving you back toward the edge. 

“Tyrus, Tyrus,” you began to chant in sync with your milking. “More, I need. Mo-mo-moooooo.”

You came once again, your juice gushing over his shaft. Tyrus relented his stimulation. His callused hands slid across your skin and held your hips. He pulled his cock back and began lining it up with your unused but soaking hole. “Listen to that, just like a real cow. Usually, it takes my cum down your throat to do that.”

The flared head of his weeping dick pressed against your pussy, slowly sinking in. Each glorious inch sent you further towards the edge of sanity. It was too much, but even so, you wanted more. Through the mind-numbing pleasure, you tried to ask for more again. Still, all that came out was a series of soft moos and moans.

He began to move your hips back and forth using the swing instead of thrusting.“But this is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be my breeding cow. Just think how much milk you’ll make when you are heavy with my calf. I’ll keep you bred just so you are always full of milk.”

All you could do was hang there in the swing and let Tyrus use you like a toy. Each time he snapped your hips back to hilt his cock inside of you, the force caused milk to drip from your tits. As he spoke, his pace sped up. “You’ll be hooked up to a milking machine. Spending hours on end cumming from your tits alone. Then, when I got home, I’d breed you over and over and over and over and - gah - Moooooooo!”

Tyrus mooed himself as he came deep within you. You could feel his hot, creamy seed filling you up, pouring into your womb in search of an egg to fertilize. Once more, your inner walls clenched, milking his cock. You wanted it all. He was right; you just wanted to be a cow. His breeding cow.

With his cock still rock hard within you, Tyrus lifted you out of the sex swing and deposited you on the bed. It was going to be a long night.

~~~

You awoke to the bright afternoon light seeping into the apartment through the windows. Tyrus’ chest rose and fell steadily underneath you, his half-hard cock still deep within your pussy. Tyrus was already a beast in bed, but perhaps it was true that fresh milk was an aphrodisiac for minotaurs because he had fucked you for an hour straight, fell asleep, then woke up and fucked you some more.

Your body was so relaxed and delightfully heavy. Tyrus had drained your breasts of milk last night, but you already felt them filling up again. You were starving, though, and extremely thirsty. Carefully, you lifted yourself off of Tyrus, your sore but sensitive pussy twitching as his cock was freed from inside of you. Sliding off of him, your body felt heavy; your head, in particular, felt like there was more weight on it. Strange.

The movement woke him. “Mmmm, kaliméra agápi mou,” he muttered sleepily.

You recognized the first word, good morning. “It is far past morning, I think, but it is a very, very good afternoon.”

“It's Time for breakfast, still,” he replied, his eyes still closed. “Perhaps some fresh milk?”

He grinned and cracked his eyes open to look at you. A sudden look of confusion crossed his face, and he blinked rapidly. Sitting up to look at you properly, he stared. “Am I still dreaming?”

“No?” Your ears flicked with curiosity. Tyrus’ tail brushed against your leg. You looked down and saw that his tail was firmly on the opposite side, far from you. Turning your head further, you saw another cow’s tail, the same color as your hair, sweeping back and forth against your leg. Reaching down, a growing look of horror on your face, you followed it up…right to the base of your spine.

All tiredness in your limbs was forgotten as you bolted off the bed to the full-length mirror. Reflected at you, you saw your milk-swollen breasts, your normal body, but three very unexpected things: a swishing cow’s tail, a set of cattle’s ears in place of your human ones, and a pair of small shiny black bovine horns sticking out the sides of your head.

You screamed.

It took several minutes for Tyrus to calm you down. You sat at his kitchen table on his lap, sipping tea while he stroked your back calmingly. “The reviews and warnings never said anything like this,” you bemoaned.

“You are sure it was a verified witch? Not someone trying to make quick coin?”

“Yes, I mean, I am pretty sure…so many said she was trustworthy, people who are big names in the community…I followed the instructions precisely. I mean, my breasts grew more than expected, but that’s it.”

Tyrus thought for a moment. “Did anything else weird happen yesterday? Anything unexpected?”

You shook your head. “I just did housework and caught up on a few shows. The only unexpected thing was that my bigger bra didn’t fit, and I had to order a new one at the last minute.”

Tyrus hmmed in contemplation. “Wait, how did you get a new bra?”

“I used InstantImp.”

“Fuck. Tell me, did you anger the imp somehow? Did it say or do anything strange?”

You furrowed your brow, trying to recall. “The imp smelt my milk and asked for a drink as a tip…I told him I would report him…he…fuck. He muttered something in that demonic language of theirs and disappeared.”

Tyrus snorted with anger. “That little fucking Imp cast a spell on you. Their magic is supposed to be bound.” He sighed and pressed his snout to the top of your head. “Don’t worry. Until we figure this out, at least you will get to be the cutest cow I have ever seen.”

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Other Department of Monster Affairs works

Hello Neighbor - m!werewolf x f!reader, teratophilia, knotting, heat. One-shot.

Sex Therapist - m!Incubus x f!reader, hypnotism, dubious consent, teratophilia, blow jobs. Part 1.

For other works see my masterlist

[lgbtyrus]

Andi Mack Reunion Live Stream Mini Recap:

-Tyrus is still endgame and had the most perfect wedding ever

-Ambi is canon

-Kippen siblings is canon

-Luke did the rap apology that TJ sang to Buffy and still knew 95% of it

-They said there was basically an entire episode that got deleted where Bex went on a date with someone and Andi was NOT okay with it.

-They all said they'd return for a reunion- Asher the first to say yes.

-They watched a Lemon Boy edit together and Asher said it was a "beautiful edit" and Trent said it was made by a genius and he teared up

-Emily said "Amber loves lesbians"

-The cast sang the theme song acapella 🥺❣️

-Asher had originally said "no" to playing Jonah because he wouldn't play frisbee and they auditioned many more guys until they were like "fuck it let's teach him frisbee"

-Emily had auditioned for Andi but since they had locked in on giving Peyton the role of Andi, they wrote in Amber for Emily specifically 😭 It was because her agent called the producers to say, "We know she messed up the audition, but she'd really like to try again." And after this, Terri knew they had to write in Amber for her.

-They also wrote Iris for Molly

-Terri Minski said Luke's hair was a character in itself. They had told Terri that Luke was an Evangelist Christian, so she took Luke and his parents to lunch to talk about it because she was stressed out because TJ was going to be gay. She had told Luke and his parents what was happening and they cried, and she was so nervous, and they told her that they were so honored. Luke said he thought he was going to get fired because he only shot one episode and didn't understand why he was being taken to lunch.

-The guy whose audition video played before Trent's got the part for 20 seconds before Terri saw Trent's audition

-Terri said Lilan wore the weirdest audition outfit ever, and it was her good luck outfit.

-Terri called them "lighting in a bottle" because she's not sure she'll ever get someone as special as this cast together again

-Tyrus was NOT supposed to be canon, but they shot the scenes anyways. They had said, "We gave you one gay character, we're not going to give you TWO." But they fought hard for it, and they found allies that allowed it to happen.

-Disney is still saying that they are looking for the "new Andi Mack" and Terri is adamant that they already have it, and she would love more than anything to bring the cast back together again for a spin off

-Terri had wanted Andi to repeat the cycle LMAO. AKA, teen pregnancy. Disney said, "NO WAY!"

Here is a pic of the stream before Josh and Trent had to leave! Terri left after a few more questions, too.

DJ Fruity Live Performance

-Younger fans would see Emily and scream "Amber alert!" and run

-Luke uses an Andi Mack journal as his personal diary

-Bi Bex Canon. Lilan said something along the lines of: Did you not see the clothes she'd wear? Of course she's bi.

-They played a behind the scenes clip of the Tyrus bench scene. I screen recorded, but THERE IS LAG. I'm sure there is a better video out there, but here is this for now.

-Luke and Josh wrote an episode of Andi Mack where a blackout happens in Shadyside and nobody can use their phone. Everyone is forced to go outside. But they were too scared to pitch it so nothing ever came of it. They also wrote an outline for an Andi Mack movie.

It was an extremely long live stream, and they were entertaining and funny the entire time. They were able to raise $20k for the families affected by the LA fires, and you can still donate here if you'd like it's live for another week as of now, 1/26/25. I missed them and the Andi Mack magic so much. I hope they do this again in the future.

[juxtaposed-nerd]

aapi heritage month headcanons pt. 3 !!!

just in time for s3 of dndads, let’s get into it! this one will probs be a lot but so much has happened in the past year 😭

- taylor LOVES chinese new year, he looks forward to it every year as the favorite (only) child and he eats all the dumplings he could ever eat and gets tons of red envelopes

- cassandra and morgan become best friends/mother-daughter relationship vibes post-doodler, like they are the most badass and cool women in the world and i do think taylor grows to love morgan so much and even though his relationships with nick/glenn are strained, at least he has the best mom and grandma

- as a voice actor for anime/cartoons i think cassandra really did fall in love w the art of anime and i’d love for her to guest at a con (make her the j michael tatum of her world PLEASE) and taylor gets a free ticket to weeb out as much as he wants <3

- in my heart glenn is trying his best, like he really wants that closeness (haha) and i think now post-doodler it's like literally what started as a father/son duo of him and nick now is genuinely a huge (kinda fucked up) family that is trying to mend itself and i do think it starts with chinese takeout !!!

- sidenote i think the close/foster/swifts etc are a great example of how freddie has subverted asian stereotypes fr and also how a family stuck in an absent/neglectful cycle has the ability to come together again

- the mending includes hermie too, hermie definitely deserves something more in his life and the chance get to be a kid w a home in the form of a big family w his bio dads (his normal parents are invited too) (and i also love the idea of normal being like 'grandpa henry! this is the guy!' and hermie being an honorary oak would be so cute 😭)

- hermie went and saw joy ride (2023) bc it was marketed as a comedy and came out bawling his eyes out from that one scene y’all adoptees know what im talking about

- tbh thinking about taylor's closeness w his mom and francis's w kimon wan literally asian moms are holding this show together

- the farnsworth’s are thai and german and they came to peachyville at a young age to give their newborn son a better life very starting nuclear family vibes, ed definitely learned thai for her, and now their son is a bowling champ!

- francis farnsworth and taylor swift are lowkey the spectrum of asian upbringing where it's like midwest asians vs socal asians 😳🤭 they live in different worlds

- kimon wan is an immigrant mom just trying to raise her family and her damn son wont stop being a loser 🤦‍♀️ literally milf w a shotgun (ed is a lucky man FR) (sorry anthony burch)

- when francis is having a really tough day then kimon wan will leave a plate of cut up fruit at his door so he knows he's still supported

- luo's golden wok is the first and only chinese restaurant in peachyville and they have to have the best pepper steak ever im calling it now

- tony collette would love and hate both jodie and glenn i think for different reasons but instead of calling them formosans he’d call them orientals 💀

- also tony collette is 0.0001% asian (chinese) and tyrus luo either DEFINITELY knows which is why he puts up w all the bullshit tony does or tony is determined to make sure that tyrus NEVER finds out ever

- they have a 'throwback' silent movie night at the drive-in and they show a meryl streep film and literally everyone falls in love w him 🥰

- billion millions was a crazy rich asian and he was an icon

- once again they mean the world to me! might end up posting more at some point who knows lol

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checkout past headcanons: 2022! 2023!

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Photo of Bob Dylan and Sara Lownds, Woodstock, NY, by Daniel Kramer(1965)

(Not Dark Yet)

* * * *

With your mercury mouth In the missionary times And your eyes like smoke And your prayers like rhymes And your silver cross, And your voice like chimes Oh, who do they think could bury you?

With your pockets well Protected at last And your streetcar visions Which you place on the grass And your flesh like silk, And your face like glass Who could they get to carry you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet Says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, My Arabian drums Should I put them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheets like metal And your belt like lace And your deck of cards Missing the jack and the ace And your basement clothes And your hollow face Who among them can think he could outguess you?

With your silhouette When the sunlight dims Into your eyes Where the moonlight swims And your match-book songs And your gypsy hymns Who among them would try to impress you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophets Say that no man comes My warehouse eyes, My Arabian drums Should I put them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

The kings of Tyrus With their convict list Are waiting in line For their geranium kiss And you wouldn't know It would happen like this But who among them really wants just to kiss you?

With your childhood flames On your midnight rug And your Spanish manners, And your mother's drugs And your cowboy mouth And your curfew plugs Who among them do you think could resist you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophets Say that no man comes My warehouse eyes, My Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

Oh, the farmers and the businessmen They all did decide To show you where the dead angels Are that they used to hide But why did they pick you To sympathize with their side? How could they ever mistake you?

They wished you'd accepted The blame for the farm But with the sea at your feet And the phony false alarm And with the child of the hoodlum Wrapped up in your arms How could they ever have persuaded you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophets Say that no man comes My warehouse eyes, My Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheet-metal memory Of Cannery Row And your magazine husband Who one day just had to go And your gentleness now, Which you just can't help but show Who among them do you think would employ you?

Now you stand with your thief, You're on his parole With your holy medallion And your fingertips now that fold And your saintlike face And your ghostlike soul Who among them could ever think it could destroy you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophets Say that no man comes My warehouse eyes, My Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, Should I wait?”

[the-last-teabag]

Astarion Ancunin and Tyrus Aman’del after killing Cazador and (un-) living their best (un-) lives adventuring and exploring the world.

Since both once mentioned how good the other would look in their respective outfits, Tyrus naturally gifts his lover the sun-protecting Cloak of Dragomir (since he is the only one who can wear that dusty rag with grace), while Astarion fulfils his dream of putting silver elven chainmail on his lover. + braiding his beautiful white hair at every opportunity. After all, his necromancer husband should be properly protected - while being as pretty as possible.

This scenario is definitely what will happen at the end of @asterdurge fanfic Perfect Slaughter! I cannot be convinced otherwise!!

[dragonagegayz]

Enzo Mercar Info Dump

While I'm still wokring on my Lucanis x TransMale!Rook smut, I decided to finally post this info dump about my favorite Shadow Dragon Enzo because I have the brian rot for them so bad it's low key sickening lmao

Basic

Name: Enzo “Rook” Alistar Arainai “Mercar”

Gender: Transgender Man

Pronouns: They/He

Race: Elf

Age: 23

Background: Shadow Dragons

Class: Rogue; Dualist

Past

Before Enzo there was the fifth blight and his father, Tyrus Mercar Tabris who was once a Minrathous slave along with his son Titus, whose other father died in a slave rebellion a year after their son was born. Later, Tyrus managed to escape with his 10-year-old son and fled to the South, ending up in Denerim’s alienage. While he was a very cold, seemingly careless man, the alienage took him in with open arms and pretended he was the long-lost son of the Tarbis family and Titus was his younger cousin. Later, when Tyrus arrange marriage was to happen, he pissed off the royalty in the city leading him to meet Ducan and later becoming one of the last two Grey Wardens and later the Hero of Fereldan.

While originally having feelings for Alistar, much to his own surprise, Tyrus realized he and the other man would never be together so he ended up sleeping with Zevran to cope with his feelings. Their feelings for each other would later develop, leading them to get married however, their marriage was tense, and over the years they broke up and got back together multiple times.

Enzo’s conception happened the first time Zevran and Tyrus had sex. After a few weeks, Tyrus realized but kept it hidden from Zevran until he just couldn’t anymore, right after their fight with the crow. After they got into the argument about the earring, Tyrus let it slip much to everyone’s (but Wynn’s, cause they were besties) surprise. Eventually, they patch things up with a confession of their feelings and Tyrus asks what they should name thee baby in which Zevran suggests Enzo.

Because Tyrus was pregnant with Enzo when he defeated the archdemon,they were blighted with archdemon blood. They were born blighted and it was assumed they would not live long after being born. Enzo however, thrived (kind of) an while they were sick, they still lived. Tyrus did not take to it well, always ready to have his child die while Zevran more so ran with it, deciding to never take a moment for grant it. This led to the him and Enzo being close becoming very close while Tyrus and Enzo had a colder, more strict relationship.

As a baby, Enzo was very distinct-looking. They looked a lot like Tyrus with their jet-black curls and pointed sharp ears, they had nearly no features of Zevran's eye which was assumed to be because of the blight which took any healthy pigmentation from their skin and sharpened their physical features. Their left eyes however was the one that shared feature with their dad as it was an amber color just like Zevran’s while their other eye was black like Tyrus’.

Enzo was raised around grey wardens, a lot of his early life was spent in grey warden fortress (he had visited Weisshaupt at least twice in his youth). Tyrus, feared his child would go through the same grueling transition he did so he decided to raise Enzo more gender-neutral, primarily using they/them pronouns instead of she/her. Enzo still ended up transgender (but they didn’t have as many issues with the transition socially. Enzo showed signs early on of gender dysphoria and so they socially transitioned by the time they were 9, using They/He pronouns. Eventually, they would start a medical transition but while (in my headcannon) most people transition with blood magic, because of Enzo being blighted they had to use medical herbs and small bits of blood magic to avoid overwhelming their body and potentially killing it.

Titus was in his life, but they never quite got along with their older half-brother. Jealousy of Tyrus’ affection toward his older son had soured any sort of brotherly love the two might share and Enzo has always felt inferior to his healthy, magically gifted, charasmatic older half-brother. They last saw him at age 10 when he was sent with the Lavellen clan to take over as their 2nd hand to the keeper. Titus chose to go with them since he was fascinated with the Dalish as well as senseing some tension between Tyrus and Zevran (It was BAD, Enzo had no choice but to stay with them since they were literal child). Half a year later, Zevran and Tyrus broke up (again) and the crow took their child with him to Kirkwall where they met when he heard the crows were there, looking for him and actually ended up staying with Hawke after dealing with the Crows.

Enzo loved Kirkwall, they got very close to many of the companions. Very much drunk aunt vibes with Isabella, fighting teacher vobes w/fenris, mencing vibes w/avaline, and guncle vibes with Hawke and Anders. They really got along with Varric too, his everything inspiring Enzo to be free with who he is. Anders used to read Varrics book to Hawke and Enzo. They got very close with Hawke, who actually influenced the way they behaved, purple Hawke and purple future Rook. They even picked up his accent a little and later in life would be confused for a Kirkwall native but Southerners.

Zevran and Enzo were there when the mage rebellion started, which as the streets eurpted into chaos Enzo was badly injured to the point their organs nearly came out of their body. In a panic,. Zevran put his child on a boat without any knowledge to where it was going. Zevran, seeing his child bleeding out with a barely coherent thought, believed they died on the journey. Guilt riddled him and he returned to Tyrus, where they got back together to mourn over the loss of their child.

However, Enzo did not die.

Somehow, some way they survived the journey and ended up in Minrathous. Bleeding out, barely breathing but still alive. When they arrived, the crew of the ship found them and freaked out because who is this kid and why are they bleeding all over the place? A magister approached Enzo and offered them a “Job”, ready to take the kid and set them up as a slave when a soldier recruit Tarquin came and took the kid to a healer, just barely saving their life. In their delirium, Enzo managed to rip off his left breast, much to everyone’s surprise which led to the other being removed as well. Luckily, the healer Tarquin went to was a grey warden and she figured out that Enzo was a blighted child, setting him up with a knowledgable healer. Tarquin was going to leave it at that but the image of Enzo dying never quite left his mind so he continued to check up on the kid. Eventually, Enzo, much like a parasite, begged Tarquin to take him with him, and unable to really fight it, Tarquin reluctantly agreed.

And so started the tired uncle/chaotic nephew relationship of Tarquin and Enzo. At first, Tarquin found a hovel for the elf to live in but eventually, the puppy eyes won him over and let them start living in his shitty, tiny apartment. It was cramped but they got along pretty well so it was never too small. Enzo continued to see the healer, who tracked his blighted health. She was the only one who knew who Enzo’s parents were and how he was blighted, while Tarquin knew of the blight he never knew the story. He respected the secret, it wasn’t his to know and if Enzo ever felt ready, he’d tell him.

Enzo posed as an orphaned soldier recruit to templars, tho he never actually took the vows but no one ever caught on. He was already a skilled rogue at his age, with the help of his birth parents, especially Zevran as he fought in a modified crow style, but he still took courses and learned. He was a terrible student, never really paying attention and Tarquin got more than a few letters about their behavior.

2 years after arriving to Minrathous at 14, news of the Inquisition started to come out and Enzo realized the Inquisitor was his half-brother. With news of a magister’s son being a part of the gang, Enzo hoped that somehow it could help his parents find him. They always made sure to keep their name, Enzo, and took on their father’s original last name Mercar with the hope they would find him. He avoided using his new name or Zevran’s last name so no one would know who they were just in case. Every day, they felt more and more abandoned and they completely hated their parents when news of their appearance at Adament went around. A speech from Tyrus’ came out as well, explaining how they must stand against Corypheus and saying something about how his dead child is a reminder to never give up. Enzo realized, they never even tired to look for them, they just gave up. That put the already tense relationship into even more perspective. Even if they knew he was alive, Tyrus already mourned Enzo and wouldn’t want to do it again. They also learned that the Inquisitor left Hawke in the fade, leading to a complete hate of Titus.

This affected Enzo deeply (duh) and his daddy issues led them to horrible sexual relationships with men who were a lot like his father. While many relationships came and went, the worst was a relationship with a human grey warden and a qunari crow. They borderline tortured him sexually and emotionally for around 6 months that they were all together. They broke up a month before the incident with Varric. Enzo also has gotten all the men’s names he was in relationships with tattooed onto his back, after each break up the name is scratched out aggressively. There’s a total of 12 names on his back, all scratched out.

When Tarquin joined the Shadows, probably a year or 2 before Veilagurd when Enzo was 21, he tried to keep it hidden from them. Of course, he failed and when they found out they begged to join too. Minrathous was their home too and they wanted to make it better (Kirkwall was their true home but they refused to return to the south) Of course, Tarquin was practically powerless to stop Enzo, they would have found a different way to join so he helped them into the organization. Once they joined, Enzo put their everything into the Shadows. Also, he caught onto the gayness of the Viper and Tarquin and always would try to get them together much to Tarquins annoyance. (“We’re colleagues, that’s it” “I don’t look at my colleges like that”) Also, Tarquin accidentally let the Viper’s name slip but Enzo is very serious about identities so of course, he kept it secret. Also played the ignorant fool well when Neve later told them.

During his time in Minrahtous, Enzo became very close with the dwarf warden healer he saw frequently. She very much mothered him in a way Tyrus never did, but also was firm and blunt. She would tell him about his terrible taste in men and make him reevaluate his choices frequently. She also encouraged him to live life to the fullest since he never knew what day could be his last. He transitioned from being scared of death to embracing the here and now, just like Zevran did. She taught them piano and how to sing, a skill they don’t use very often but it it something he’s proud of. She was older and the calling had started to affect her but she decided to stay and allow it to kill her slowly. A few days after breaking up with his disastur polycule, Enzo went to see her. Before he could say anything she told them that the end had come and asked for them to play piano together one last time. As they played, She told Enzo to remember he deserved love from the purest places and to never let life slip away. She died peacfully, hands still on the last note of the song. Enzo made sure to give her a burial, taking her words to heart.

Enzo also starts going blind but only in his left eye (The one feature that looks like Zevran) and while it is the blight causing it Nerala (The dwarf) never could figure out why it was just affecting that one eye. Stress triggers it to be worse, as the events up to and during VG make it worse and worse, eventually after being rescued from the prison that Solas put him into, he goes completely blind in that eye

When Enzo recused Varric, the older dwarf realized who he was and who the inquisitor was to them. After the rescue, Enzo begged Varric to keep his identity quiet and of course, he agreed. But with their history and they way they were so compatible, they were very close. After losing Nerala (grey warden healer) Enzo had no one to talk to about his past until Varric, alot of times in the months they worked togetehr Enzo would spill to Varric who very gracefully listened. While they never had solutions, it was nice to get everything off of their chest.

When Enzo recused Varric and the slaves and earned the wrath of the SD Tarquin was PISSED. They fought loud about it like everyone in Minrathous probably heard Tarquin’s angry yelling. The templar mainly being like I can’t fix this and Enzo was it doesn’t need to be fixed I did nothing wrong. Towards the end of the fight, Tarquin says it’s probably a good idea to disappear for a while, how Varric needs help and Enzo goes, You want to get rid of me just like everyone else. Before they leave, Enzo and Tarquin do semi-patch things up, and the letters they share when Enzo is gone patches it completely. So when they are reunited it is just like it’s always been.

Welp that's Enzo's past and to say I love them so much is an understatement. That's my son, I'm a father, I borthed him also this post is literally if I sat you down and was like let me tell you about Enzo so, thank you for listening to my yap sess <3 Rookanis smut will hopefully be done by tomorrow afternoon, edited and all but no promises

[captainkippen]

HELLO ! feed me tyrus date headcanons please !! or literally any andi mack headcanons i love seeing everyone’s thoughts <333

Oof, it's been a while since I've done one of these so you'll have to excuse me if I'm a lil rusty!

• Their first official date is dinner at The Spoon and bowling. It's supposed to be chill, but Cyrus absolutely has a mini meltdown to Buffy and Andi right before. It takes until he sees TJ to calm down and remember it's just TJ.

• They hold hands under the table the entire time and get so absorbed in their conversation they almost forget to order food (baby taters is of course the main event).

• Afterwards they go bowling and play a surprisingly competitive game. TJ kinda loves how excited Cyrus gets when he's winning. It's cute.

• When TJ gets his first car the first thing he does is plan a surprise date to a drive-in theatre. They break down half way there and end up having a bizarre picnic of movie snacks out beneath the stars while they wait for roadside assistance. It didn't go as planned, but Cyrus maintains it's one of the most romantic dates they've ever had, especially since TJ lent him his jacket when it got chilly.

• When they're older they have a set Date Night™ every week (scheduling is a nightmare otherwise). At first they tried to plan exciting new things every time (rock climbing was a mistake and they ended up in the ER) but they've since learned the best dates are the ones where they get to spend hours talking and snuggling up together. They've yet to run out of things to discuss. Other couples keep telling them it'll happen, but Cyrus is pretty sure he and TJ could talk about the freakin weather and still have it be the most absorbing thing in the world. They just need each other and they're set.

• The worst date of their lives is also the best. Everything that can go wrong does. It's the middle of the week, they're both tired, work is hectic, the lease on their apartment is almost up and they still haven't managed to find a new one. TJ burns dinner by accident and gets so annoyed he kicks the oven. It breaks.

• Now, while TJ still has his moments, it's been a long time since Cyrus has seen him react to frustration like that. He's a little alarmed by the reaction, so he loops his arms around him, hooks a chin over his shoulder, and tells him that the charred lumps of misery are just "extra flavour, really, I bet it'll taste great!"

• TJ can't not laugh at that.

• Cyrus heads over to the refrigerator to dig out leftovers instead. It's pretty barren, but when he turns around to ask if TJ just wants to get takeout he finds his boyfriend down on one knee.

• Turns out TJ was frustrated that the night he was planning to propose hadn't gone perfectly. It didn't matter in the end though, all he needed was Cyrus.

• After fifteen years, two breakups (they were angsty teenagers and both times it lasted like... A Minute), and roughly five hundred or so dates, Cyrus says yes.

• Best date ever.

[imagineitdearies]

we got astarion kisses!! kisses!!!1!! (yes i'm actively ignoring other events that... occured)

~Regarding my fic Perfect Slaughter (Astarion x Tav, Astarion backstory-centric)~

Yay for kissey kisses 😘💋 They've come so far!

(Who can blame you....Tyrus is also ignoring other events...)

[delicatebluebirdruins]

Death in Paradise 2024 christmas special

I was stunned and upset to learn it was airing on the 22nd and after the first minute I decided to wait and watched first half on christmas eve and second on christmas morning.

some thoughts I had whilst watching

horrible singing but at least he's having fun

oh my god that is a baby look at that little face

he dead... anyways theme song time

Mervin is bitching wonderful

Horrible Histories shouty man?

in Saint Marie my guys your past catches up with you more often than not.

another murder! also dressed up as santa claus?

playing hide and seek with Mervin: here where'd he go? *pops up from behind counter* there he is

what's with the judgy look's guys? you should know the drill by now

ooh same gun? and same time?

"worst hotel here" Selwyn!!!

Dwayne and daddy!!! "that toerag is shadier than a palm tree at high noon" I love that quote and my mother Catherine [as I was rereading that quote why did it make me think of the Hollow boy?]

Tyrus wearing a santa costume and realising things

Darlene I don't think Dwayne senior would mind spending a night in a house full of women

Mervin might be the mildest autistic we have ever had.

cosy safe house... and there was only one bed

more judgy faces and thinking it's only going to be one case

okay Mervin... aw the choir singers are very cute

this lady... is not important I think. [a/n i was right] sorry Selwyn, sorry Mervin. Hilariously Mervin the last time on Saint Marie you did commit a muder soo...

theory Mervin was meeting a friend or ex-lover or family member.

final day :)

I knew it Mervin was looking for his mum

"funny" really? still don't get it Naomi

Dwayne is missing out on all the fun

it's a puppy! aw baby

two things we've learned about Mervin: he finds it easier to think in busy areas and his potential mother passed away

I love Selwyn so much... it is christmas day thank you title card

it's the shack!! okay my liking for Mervin hinges on his reaction to Harry. "alright mate? what's you name then" woo!!!! off to a strong start can't wait to see what happens in the upcoming season(s)

Dwayne is great and love him dearly

Jamie Burton is hiding something (his love of shouting?)

Mervin repeatedly pressing the elevator call button is very me

Ollie is so cute... the plot thickens and the gun was not used?

Mervin playing basketball and not doing well

Selwyn's wise words providing the light bulb spark

Mervin their standard procedure here is to show off their findings

Mervin is great, can't wait to get to know him better.

eagle eye there Darlene

Selwyn's off duty shirt startled me and Mervin

Dwayne's retiring :(

Catherine's emphasis on "rude" is so funny

cheek kiss!

Mervin on his own staring at that house :(

I like this song "there's a winter wanderland and it's under the sun"

random note: I really love Mervin's bucket hat

[irishleo13]

Stranger Things version of Tyrus (New Will Byers crackship)

So I've been thinking of a possible pairing for Will if Byler doesn't happen and the Duffers do want to give Will a BF in S5. One of candidates I've thought of was someone on Basketball (and I'm going spefically with Andy since he's biggest living member left). I know Greatwise has become somewhat prominent crackship but personally I don't think the idea of that relationship is interesting and pairing Will with another DnD fan feels like lazy (and also actor age-gap is a decade, unlike Andy which is just a few years).

Now some might be unaware of ship a refer to in the title of this post, Tyrus is canon gay ship of Disney Channel Andi Mack. I've always really enjoyed the dynamic of the ship which consists of a gay Jewish nerd who's struggling with his sexuality and crush on his male bff who ends falling for a Jock who starts as a antagonist in another storyline and who's ususally a jerk to everyone but has a heart gold that is first shown with his treatment of the other boy (Cyrus) . Definitely sounds fitting with Will's story and so far Andy seems like a jerk but he's flat enough of character you can give him a redemption arc and reveal he's actually good guy underneath (I mean witchhunt does make sense from basketball team's perspective especially after Patrick's death). He also works as kinda of dark foil to Mike, someone who's a snarky shit but taken up to eleven (accidentally ST pun lol) due to lack of genuine friendship ( except for Patrick giving good angst opportunity) or even shittier parents.

Andy does seem like he'll have a role in S5 but unfortunately, he'll probably play the role of generic psycho bully but I honestly even if we don't get this crackship, hope they give him some depth. Hell if they want a psycho bully, just bring back Troy. Could even start this ship with a resuce romance moment of Andy standing up to Troy for Will.

Finally tell me what pontential ship names sound the best:Wandy, Andill, or Willdy. Or something more creative like BasketballCleric