#just... the idea that pronouns without gender information are so strange that they can only be conceived of in the context of aliens is wild

[italoniponic]

𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 - mini-project

Our Friendship Won't Wither

| Notes: this one was not a repeated request or anything. It’s just that I fell in love with the idea that @that-one-fanperson sent me a request about a Reader who leaves flowers on some of the boys desks without telling them or just leaving a note. I wrote for Silver and Azul (as the request) and Epel as my own choice. But I liked this so much that I might write for some of the others as well? if i have time This one is a bit of a teaser for that lol Also that I wanted something new for Ortho since I only wrote for him once and I wanted to have more of, since he's the best for wholesome content. And there’s a lot of flowers that have meanings of friendship, so I tried to use that as well~

Ortho Shroud & gender neutral reader / platonic / wholesome / the three F’s: fluff, flower language and friendship / minor mention of Fairy Gala: What If / reader is into gardening / use of “you” pronouns

Like other classmates in Class 1-C, Ortho found it curious the strange apparition of a flower on his desk. He took it and scanned it, discovering in his database that it was an alstroemeria. It was a beautiful flower, unlike anything he had seen before with his own hands or even in the few places where he went;

Alstroemeria was very similar to lily but had small vertical streaks on some of its long petals that blended pink streaks on a white background. Ortho remembered when he helped his friends to infiltrate in the Fairy Gala, a rather fun and dear occasion for him — although it was laborious anyway;

With a little more research, Ortho found the meaning of the flower: “full happiness, longtime friendship.” He greatly appreciated the meaning. It was necessary to keep guard of it for the rest of the class, especially since Lucius was feeling disturbed by the flower’s mere presence and subtle smell — and Ortho discovered that alstroemeria was toxic to animals;

Prof. Trein asked where Ortho had gotten that flower, but he could only answer that he found it by surprise — the others confirmed his story. Although, Ortho kept to his own circuits the intuition that there was one person who might have done this little gift of appreciation for him;

As soon as the lessons were over, Ortho left the class and went looking for you through the hallways. He had mapped out a few options of where you could be before heading to the cafeteria and without error he found you on the courtyard, tending to a small creeping flower bed that Crowley allowed you to use. “Hello! Thank you for the alstroemeria!,” Ortho thanked while suddenly announcing himself;

You took a fright at his sudden appearance, almost dropping your watering can. You were also surprised to learn that the boy had tracked the flower to you so fast and efficiently. But in the end, you smiled and stroked his head, as if little Shroud was your own little brother. You were thrilled to know that Ortho was happy with your wish to have a long-lasting friendship with him;

A few days later, you were spending your time in the peaceful courtyard. Sitting on the bench, your attention was divided between the flowers growing and the tiredness of a full day of classes and lessons. Suddenly, you felt something being put in your head. Ortho then appeared next to you, floating from the bushes to the front of the bench with an amused expression;

You took from your head a crown of globe amaranths, small flowers whose small, sharp petals formed small, round globes. They were of the most delicate shade of lilac, and the pollinating parts of the flower looked like soft light yellow ornaments, speckled all over. A cute gift, no doubt;

“I searched around in my data and Globe Amaranth stands for immutability and long-lasting friendship as well,” Ortho informed you, happily. “Ah! And if you hand it as a crown, they say it brings good luck!” He had a few more amaranth flower crowns on his arm, probably for other people he wanted to congratulate. You were the second to receive, Idia still would come first in these cases;

But you didn’t care about the position because you knew that any gift from Ortho came from within his big heart and that was actually the most important to you. You gently patted Ortho’s metallic cheeks, wishing him good luck in delivering the other crowns. You both said goodbye and you sighed, but more joyfully this time. Your little friend was very precious.

#twisted wonderland #ortho shroud #platonic relationships #friendship with reader #ortho & reader #no ship no romance #twst headcanons #twst fanfic #cherry's writing #bits of cherry #twst fluff

[pansyfemme]

oh man your tags on your previous post. I am also binary in a atypical way; both binaries for the price of one in my case (bigender) and while many consider themselves nonbinary along with that label, I… vehemently do not. ough the amount of. conversations I’ve needed to have with people about they/theming binary trans people and/or people who explicitly do not use they/them. I am not “nonbinary” or a “they/them” because I do not perform gender conformity well enough. gnc-ness or gender subversion in general is not a negation of gender identity. sending you luck out there

thank you, it's really nice to hear from someone feeling similarly. I've had a number of strange discussions about gender, and honestly i can't always tell you where i lie. the way i think of it, i'm male. 1000% male. but tbh. i cannot tell you my "male" and a cis guys "male" is the same. or that my "male" is the same as other trans guys I know. but yknow. while i doubt my gender belongs on the cisnormative idea of a gender binary- i think its probably not what people are expecting as a binary "male" gender- it's male to me, and so i identify as somewhere in the world between binary and not, if you really want to get deep about it. either way tho. if you ask me, im a guy, a binary guy. whether that binary is binary or not.

I'm never really sure why i started the whole gnc thing. To me, it's "crossdressing" but i don't use that word a lot bc it confuses people. I'm not always trying to look like a woman, but it is a bit of a performance for me, i do get a bit of a thrill out of being a spectacle, of being unidentifiable as a man or a woman. And as such, i don't really mind what strangers call me. I get a bit pissed when im fully in boy clothes with my facial hair out and get called a lady, but yknow. whatever. maybe they just thought i was a really cool butch, im fine with that. I'm proud of being a femme, of being a gay dude. I like when im seen as such, but i can't exactly pick and choose how people see me when im purposly blurring the lines. I used to wear my pronouns on my mask back at the beginning of the pandemic, when i first got back into wearing skirts, but that only worked abt 50% of the time. plus, women's bathrooms are cleaner, even if it does terrify me to go into either gendered toilet.

The issue though- arises is that publically, to those who know me, to my classmates, my professors, my friends- my gender isn't ambigious. I am very, extremly clear about my pronouns and my gender, i say it a lot, too much, honestly. But still, they/them is the most commonly used pronoun set for me, despite me being vocal that i use exclusivly he/him. It's not a secret, it is easily found, accesible information. if someone does ask me my pronouns, i don't mind even. at least then, i can make sure that they know them. but no matter what i do, i'm still referred to neutrally. It's not as bad as being called she/her, but it is a bit of a sting to the heart. I'm not a masc guy, i don't care if im "manly enough" to prove im a guy, i just have the simple hope that if i give people clear instructions on how to not make me feel like shit, they will follow them. I know people aren't trying to be malicious, people make assumptions about gender all the time. The fact that i 'pass as nonbinary' without even trying would be a lifetime achievment for other trans people i know. But the reality is, i'm not other trans people- i am just a dude with a 'typical' gender who does things in an 'atypical' way.

The one thing that has come of a lot of this, as my body became more masculine and my clothes more feminine, is that I have found a few people who didn't know my agab. They weren't surprised i'm trans, but i doubt they'd be either if i said i was a cis dude. It's just become that kind of way. I don't claim to pass as cis normally, im not trying to do that or particurally instrested in the ability to do so outside of casual situations and when it might be in my best intrest to try and do so. But the reality is, a lot of people see me, see my beard and my flat chest, my skirts and my longer hair, and they aren't able to catogorize me. And when i say im a boy, they are so confused about why a boy would be wearing what i do to even consider i might not actually have a dick. It's a funny thing.

i dont really know what to say. honestly its like. just up and down. i have no plans to stop presenting the way i do or calling myself the words i do, but i do think about it a lot. I do think about how people view me.

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#5

death note x mind reader!reader

Howdy, and thank you for my first DN request! Oooh, this is a cute idea. No specific characters were listed, so I'm just going to do whomever I happen to get ideas for. And no pronouns asked so reader will be gender neutral.

Death Note Characters on Dating Someone Who Can Read Minds

★ Reader has Gender Neutral Pronouns

★ SFW

꒷˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒦︶꒷꒦˚꒷˚︶˚︶︶꒦꒷

L Lawliet

★ Assuming you don't make it obvious and tell him, "hey, I can read minds!" and are careful what you say, you will still find yourself having a hard time laying low with L around.

★ A lot of this depends on who you are and how you act, so I'm giving only one take on it

★ If you are reading L's mind and you say out loud something that he was getting to, it won't stun him right away.

★ But if this happens consistently, repeatedly? That will strike his curiosity. "...Yes. That's just what I was about to say," he'd tell you, all the while his eyes not leaving you.

★ If you're trying to get his attention, then not being subtle is definitely the way to go.

★ He might be paranoid; he knows something's up. Was he just getting too predictable? This could be worrisome for him.

★ Sure other people are able to figure out what L is thinking from time to time, but to repeat his thoughts, word for word? Now it was just getting very, very strange.

★ L jokes and calls you a mind reader. You just giggle. No confirming nor denying it.

★ So L decides to test his theory - it wasn't so hard, really - he decided to try and trick you, and himself, into thinking something, but then saying something completely different.

★ "So, can you really read minds? Or do you just have incredible intuition?" After some pressure, you come clean and admit that you can in fact, read minds. No wonder you didn't say it - most would think you're crazy. But L, being himself, is a bit unorthodox himself.

★ He then requests that you repeat each and every thought he has over the course of a minute, and you agree. Each moment L gets more and more intrigued. He's a fair mix of being confused, and shocked but it doesn't show.

★ After it's been completely proven (even with him going so far as to think of an obscure childhood memory there's no possible way you could have known otherwise), and once he's satisfied with confirming this 100%, he would think about it for a bit.

★ I can see him requesting you for help every so often with a case or problem. Although "mind reading" isn't sound enough evidence in court, it could definitely be useful in getting information out of criminals. Without you have to interact with them, you could potentially help tip off L and give him important information.

★ To be honest I feel like being with someone who is a mind reader 24/7 would be frustrating for L. He's very mysterious and leads a very private life. Having that wall is important to him as is protecting himself - if you were able to read into his mind constantly ai think that would leave him feeling vulnerable and uncomfortable.

★ However with trust, it may be possible.

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237 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

#4

NSFW Death Note Headcanons 

content warnings: hard kinks and fetishes - there may be content you do not like to see. if that’s the case, don’t read it if you cannot separate fantasy from reality. i am entirely self-projecting LOL

characters included: Light, L, Misa, Near, Mikami

a/n: i headcanon every charatcer as bisexual = me projecting again, but i genuinely don’t really care about sexualities much. but you can h/c them as whatever you like when you read. very few headcanons may be gender-specific! if one doesn’t apply to you then just skip over. important: assume these are all kinks between healthy individuals that have discussed it prior. you can be  kinky & healthy. consent is sexy. if you can’t understand that, then i don’t know why you are still reading...

˖ ⁺ .︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦˖ ⁺ .

Light Yagami

★ I gave my content warnings, so I mind as well do the worst of them first: Light has a misogyny kink for sure. He doesn’t really hate women; it’s about the power dynamic. 

★ He very much craves control, and it gets him off. As such he likes most kinks where there is a power dynamic. 

★ He swears he isn’t into petplay, but Light would love to have you leashed up, tugging on your collar to pull you closer to him. Whether he just does it for the heck of it, or he’s using it to push himself deeper into your mouth, he loves it.

★ Not into being called “d addy” or anything, but he loves being called “Sir,”.

★ Light is very good at what he does, I would never want to hurt you so much, but he thinks you could do with some ‘gentle’ choking.

★ Loves to manhandle his partners: he’s pretty strong, so between throwing you on the bed and picking you up to f uck you against the wall, expect to be moved around like a doll, a bit.

★ Prefers the “reward” system. If you’re “good” and do as he says, he will in turn reward you with the things you want. 

★ If you’re “bad”, he will consistently edge you and refuse to let you cum.

★ If Light was extra satisfied, you will be rewarded in cuddles without you needing to ask him.

★ Good/Not Kira Light will have mostly similar kinks but actually be loving and gentle with you during the daytime.

★ With prior consent, he would ask if you wouldn’t mind waking each other up by doing something sexy. I.e., you touching him to wake him up in the morning, and him doing the same for you in return.

˖ ⁺ .︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦˖ ⁺ .

L Lawliet

★ L’s libido is honestly very low. 

★ His kinks are a bit more... unique? Just like he is, I suppose.

★ L would love to just watch you play with yourself - whether he’s in the same room as you or watching you through cameras, or a hole in the wall - sometimes he will touch himself, other times he will not.

★ He gets his spiciest usually when you’re the most tired, for some reason. 1-4am are peak h orny on main hours for him.

★ Loves to tease you in public, subtly. If you’re sitting next to or across from him and he knows he can get away with discreetly touching you underneath the table, he will. He won’t have an expression, but you will.

★ Really, really likes phone s ex. For him touch is great and all, but the most important thing is the buildup. L likes a lot of unique kinds of foreplay.

★ Foot f etish. No I don’t have one but that shit’s funny as fuck.

★ Most of L’s enjoyment, as I said before does come from foreplay. He enjoys touching you the most with his hands, he loves to tease you to see his reaction. 

˖ ⁺ .︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦˖ ⁺ . Misa Amane ★ PEGGING!!! Misa loves to peg, or get pegged. When she’s in a more dominant mood, she loves the idea of someone much bigger than her being the submissive one. 

★ Now Misa is a switch, hands down.

★ Bottom? Top? She will switch right in the middle sometimes.

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244 notes - Posted May 2, 2022

#3

Hey! Idk if you write for the Wammy’s house boys (L, Near, Matt and Mello) from Death Note, but if you do, could I request them (separately) with a S/O who is really clumsy, and gets hurt a lot?

Hello friend! Thank you for this cute request! Absolutely, though to be honest I can't really remember a whole lot about Matt! I'm in the process of rewatching & re-reading the series after maaany many years and I don't wanna half-ass it! So for now I will just right for the other three, and I'll try to do something for Matt in the future once I have a better understanding of him. I hope this is okay and that you are able to enjoy the rest, regardless! ˖ ⁺ .︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦˖ ⁺ . ˖ ⁺ .︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦˖ ⁺ . Wammy Boys x Clumsy Reader

Mello ★ He actually cringes whenever you happen to fall down. He doesn't like seeing you get hurt, but it also annoys him because it makes him worry too much.

★ Mello's a bit dramatic (hurrhurr) and might make a bigger deal out of you falling than it needs to be.

★ He will most definitely scold you, raising his voice a little; "Why can't you watch where you're going?! Be careful, you're gonna give me a heart attack."

★ If need be, Mello will bandage you up and tend to your wounds - cleaning them, as he continues to scold you and complain for you getting hurt in the first place.

★ He's not mad because it's an inconvenience to him or anything, he just feels bad.

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366 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#2

Thinking about Near in the Razer Kitty headset...in pink...yeah he'd definitely wear that.

635 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Light and L on a sleepover with their s/o? 🥺♥️

This is so cute and wholesome eeep! I'm assuming this is meant to be separate? Just let me know!~ I'm not sure during what time you wanted Light's part to be in, since he changes so dramatically throughout the show. So I'm writing this when he enters college. He's still a mass murderer but he's still very much human by this point in the story so it just made more sense to me. I was assuming you wanted something more on the wholesome side ahaha. I hope that's okay! If you wanted something darker feel free to ask again with Light after L dies.

L and Light on a Sleepover with Their S/O

˖ ⁺ .︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦˖ ⁺ .

Light Yagami

★ Light actually didn't want you to sleep over at his home - it's not that he didn't want you there, it's moreso he was worried about what his family would think.

★ Sayu would eavesdrop and "ooh", and "aah", and give their mom a play-by-play of what she could hear happening.

★ Mama Yagami wasn't particularly happy with it... sure, she liked you, a lot! She was actually counting the days for when you'd become Light's partner, his first serious real relationship. However...like any parent, she just didn't like the thought of her kid doing anything like that! Despite being a grown man, she would still baby him.

★ One day, you were over Light's house and spent several hours there. Playing video games was your treat after you did good on the mini-quiz he gave you after helping you to study.

★ The two of you sat on his bed - which made you nervous, despite dating for a few months, you were still too ne - and listened to the rain as you watched a cheesy crime show.

★ You were supposed to leave by the time it got dark, however the gentle rain turned into a horribly loud and destructive storm, and it was no longer safe for you to sleep over. Light was happy about this, in a way, because now you had no choice but to stay over. Sayu and his mom couldn't tease him about you sleeping over if you're literally forced to be there, right?

★ He's amused by you being scared of the weather, and happily plays the tough boyfriend role. He tells you it's nothing, but lets you snuggle up to him nonetheless.

★ Light uses this to his advantage for you to get more comfortable with him physically, because he wants nothing more than for you to be all over him.

★ Naturally, when it's time for bed you use the guest room (do they have one? I'unno, but for story purposes I'm saying they do). You clean up, and borrow one of his t-shirts to use as nightwear.

★ Light knew you'd come crawling to his door once everyone was asleep - the lightning was just too scary for you alone in that room by yourself. He smirks when he hears his door creek, you sheepishly standing there and complaining that you can't sleep.

★ And that's the first time you spend the night together! Now if you're DTF then Light absolutely is. He wouldn't instigate or push anything, but he would gauge how you feel about it and take it from there. lmk if you want a nsfw continuation 👀

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843 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

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[splinteredhq]

**CHARACTER NAME:** barty crouch jr **CHARACTER FACECLAIM:** maxence danet-fauvel **CHARACTER AGE/DOB:** feb 4th 2004 / 19 years old **CHARACTER PRONOUNS/GENDER IDENTITY/SEXUALITY ETC:** **OC OR CANON:** canon **CHARACTER PROFESSION IF RELEVANT:** in order to keep up appearances for the sake of his mother and father, barty has an apprenticeship within the committee on experimental charms. it's got potential to change soon, depending on if he ups and moves out or not-- he's on the fence on that one **SCHOOL ATTENDED & HOUSE IF RELEVANT:** hogwarts / slytherin **ALIGNMENT (the order/death eaters/etc) + GENERAL OPINIONS ON THE WAR/THEIR SIDE:** aligned with the death eaters, but on a very lowkey note. is incredibly close/admired by voldemort for his magical talents, but is also one of the ones where it is Understood why he cannot publicly, loudly side. if anything, it's better that it's more quiet-- it means he's still trusted by his father and family, and can use that to gain more information and trust. **CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY:** being the second born was a strange kind of feeling for barty-- or rather, it _became_ one once he was of an appropriate age to start really noticing the society around him. he heard a lot of talk about the first born being of priority, especially if said first born was a male-- an heir to lines. a lot of it was tied into pureblood shit. stuff that in all honesty, his family never seemed _as_ heated about as some of the families barty interacted with. but, barty listened. he took note of the importance of such things.

in a way, he kind of had to. even being a second born, his family were very intense on the whole _being knowledgeable, being able to form your own opinion on matters, being the one in the room that people could look to for intelligence and answers._ he knew his elder sister got a lot more of the heat on that one, but barty knew he couldn't just slide by either.

he quickly got _really_ good at walking between lines.

when it came to school, barty got exceptionally good at making the kind of friends that would ensure power and status-- something he knew his father couldn't really turn his nose up at. but that also meant some shady as fuck crowds. but, keeping with the family image, barty was good at hiding the clear blood purist views he had grown to adopt in his time at school-- barty _needed_ to be better than others. he needed to have _something_ that made him stand out, that made him superior. being the second child meant feeling overlooked at times. so... it was all too easy to see the allure of these ideologies. and voldemort when he gained introduction.

there is no denying it, barty has done and will continue to do fucked up things in the name of the dark lord. but actually knowing it was him? that's something else entirely. only those closest friends those also marked, will know his true, devious side. meanwhile his family are relatively oblivious-- certainly there are concerns for 'odd' behaviour and 'radical' ideas. but... well. that's just some natural 'figuring himself out' shit, right?

barty's relationship with his family is a complicated one. he switches a lot between wanting their approval, wanting their attention... and then wanting to cut ties and make something of himself away from their reach. it means his relationship with his sibling switches a lot too, between kindness and genuine connection, to outbursts and pushing away.

and don't even go there thinking about the relationship with his father-- how push and pull it is. how barty always feels there are these hoops to jump through, but every time he feels he's close, they're moved away.

but with all this in mind, it's important to remember: no matter what, barty is someone who genuinely enjoys holding himself above other people. he believes in blood purity. he believes in lord voldemort and would, without blinking, do some truly fucked up things to show dedication. he. is. not. a. good. person. but he certainly can play the role.

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[icebluecyanide]

there’s this post going around that’s like ‘what if alien languages had pronouns that didn’t include gender information!’ and there’s about five different enthusiastic replies and like, i get the excitement but i’m begging you to learn about languages other than english

#finnish is right there #and other languages too (turkish iirc?) but finnish is the first that springs to mind #just... the idea that pronouns without gender information are so strange that they can only be conceived of in the context of aliens is wild #gendered pronouns are neither universal nor biological #there are several thousand languages in the world and they're not all just carbon copies of english #linguistics

[danteinthedevildom]

Dude your stuff is absolutely amazing, I meant every word. And now I have the confidence to request something! So, in the anime MC is being portrayed as an actual sheep, which I still think is genius. But what do you think about “Sheep”!MC? Super short and cute, with the fluffy pink hair, totally harmless looking. Buuuut despite barely being able to fight, they’re always ready to attack a demon, even if it’s one of the brothers. I dunno, the idea of a tiny MC trying to punch Lucifer for insulting Mammon popped into my head like a month ago and hasn’t left me alone since lmao

I absolutely LOVE the concept of absolutely tiny MC always ready to go even though it's absolutely, probably a death wish, and I will go through, in extensive detail, the reasons why.

Note: this post is written for Gender Neutral MC and uses they/them pronouns!

+ In general, I like to imagine that demons are just Naturally Taller than most humans, so something like 5ft 10 would actually be super tiny to them. "Sheep"!MC being smaller than that would be a genuine novelty - they're so tiny, that's just... not something they really come across in the Devildom? Even baby animals are larger than them, in some cases, which really just highlights how helpless their new human charge is - but it would also quickly present itself to be a complete NIGHTMARE that none of them considered.

+ On the first day at R.A.D. Mammon spends ten frantic minutes trying to find a very, very tiny human in a crowd of comparably giant demons because he took his eyes off of them for one (1) second, and apparently that was long enough for them to scarper off. Who knew such tiny legs could move so fast!

+ Eventually, he finds "sheep"!MC cornered by demons. That's bad enough, of course, except then, as he nears them, he watches with abject horror (and a little respect) as the tiny human tries to headbutt one of their assailants. Surprisingly, it works - though that might be because they're on perfect height to get the demon directly in the stomach. Not enough to incapacitate them, but enough that the demon's surprised, which means now "sheep"!MC can run!

+ "Sheep"!MC does not run. In fact, "sheep"!MC does the complete opposite: they stand their ground and... okay, it's hard to tell through the thick curls covering their eyes, but Mammon's pretty sure they're staring the demons down? Okay. Little human's got guts. Which might become more than metaphorical if the little human doesn't run like hell.

+ In the end, he has to save them before they really do get gutted. Just a little pressure from his aura, a quick, snappy line, and bam - those lesser demons are running off with their tails between their legs (quite literally, for one of them). He absolutely expects to be thanked for saving them - how heroic, right? He actually did his job! - but instead, as he's gloating, they just. Stamp on his foot. It doesn't hurt (like, honestly, he barely even felt it), but the sheer audacity of it stuns him into silence. They even look mad at him!

+ This tends to happen... a lot, actually. By the end of their first day, there's a plethora of tales running about the academy of the tiny, frail human who keeps trying to attack demons. They even tried to bite one! The brothers think it's hyperbolic at first, but a rather shaken Simeon later informs them that it's completely true; he had to physically grab their cape a few times to stop them from leaping over their desk to deck a demon in the few classes they shared together.

+ Looking after "sheep"!MC is a full-House job. They have a tendency to sneak away whenever any of the brothers look away for even a fraction of a section. It's even happened to Lucifer a few times, much to his absolute bafflement. The truth of it is that "sheep"!MC's so small, it's very easy for them to get drawn into crowds and accidentally bumped away from the brothers. They don't always intend to get separated from them (though sometimes they definitely do), but when it does happen, they don't exactly... rush to find their caretaker again. In fact, they tend to just wander 'round the halls, chest puffed out and chin up, acting like they're ten feet tall and not just barely brushing hip-height on some of the larger demons.

+ Some of them have found out that it's actually better to just hold onto "sheep"!MC somehow. Whether that means holding onto their wrist (Mammon), their hand (Asmo), or their shoulder (Satan), they can at least feel the moment "sheep"!MC tries to slip away and tug them back towards them - often very grumpily, which leads to them very ineffectually trying to dig their heels in.

+ Naturally, they're not scared of the brothers, either. If anyone tries to pick them up, they will attack - often with kicks and punches, but also with vicious attempts to scratch at any bared skin and tug on hair. Most of them can ignore it or at least hold "sheep"!MC at arm's length, but it does mean they're squirmy as hell, which makes carrying them a challenge. Asmo's really the only one who still tries to pick them up for fun - the others mostly do it if they've tried to run away too much or if they need to get somewhere quickly - but even he's a little more cautious of it after getting his hair yanked a few times too many.

+ The sheer audacity of their bravery knows no bounds, and it's... kind of cute, sometimes. They've punched Mammon in the shoulder for being a dick before, and while it doesn't hurt, the fact that they do it without fear for their limbs - or their life, in general - is just. Amazing, actually. They don't even have qualms with gently kicking Mammon to make him budge up on the sofa, or trying to shove him off the bed with their feet when he takes up too much space (which doesn't work, ever, but it's hilarious, and sometimes he slides off the bed just to make them feel better).

+ What isn't so cute are the times they come between the brothers. That's... terrifying, actually. In general, y'know, when the brothers aren't actually going to hurt each other - when they're just being demons, and brothers, and there's no (permanent) harm intended - "sheep"!MC still comes in to defend the brothers they're closest to. Mostly it's Mammon, because of course it is; he's the one they spend most of their time with, and he's the one who gets targeted most. It makes sense that they jump to his defence, throwing cutlery if it happens at breakfast/dinner, or charging at the brother if they happen to be standing.

+ (Especially after they've finally gotten used to him enough to let him hold them at night, cuddled up in bed, because he sleeps better like that; when they're no longer trying to kick him away, and instead curl up in his arms like a tiny, tiny teddy bear.)

+ Sometimes, though, they'll stand before Beel when Satan's furious at him for emptying out the fridge again, or between Levi and Asmo when they're arguing about which thing is better, and it stuns them all enough that they just... stop. Even before they've fully accepted "sheep"!MC as part of the House, or before they've formed all their pacts. There's just something strange in seeing someone so tiny leap in, fully prepared to attack and defend, that ends most arguments without a fight.

+ Not that it happens all the time, though. Sometimes, if Lucifer's threatening to string Mammon up to the rafters, or if he's berating Mammon for something "sheep"!MC knows he didn't do, they'll really attack. And that's... that's not good. There's only so many times the Avatar of Pride can take a punch to the kidney, or side-step a headbutt, or grab them by the scruff before they can charge, before he starts to get pissed. Does this stop them? Of course not. Even with the full pressure of Lucifer's anger bearing down on them, they'll stand their ground and prepare for a fight.

+ The brothers, as they get closer to "sheep"!MC, often find themselves spending more time trying to diffuse situations or quickly squirrel "sheep"!MC away before things go south than they do anything else. They berate them, of course, as much as each of them can, but it never seems to stick. Because of course, half the time, "sheep"!MC's body leaps into action before their brain does. Half the time, they've moved without even realising it, head tucked down or fist raised, moving on instinct.

+ (There's often a difference between "sheep"!MC leaping to action like an anime gag and moving to someone's defence like a BNHA character. The first they can tell happening by "sheep"!MC's face; they might not show their eyes, but they're expressive as hell regardless, lips curling into wide snarls and tugging down into deep frowns. That's when they leap and someone grabs them, holding them in the air as their arms and legs flail uselessly, more put-on by their fighty nature than anything else. The second, though? That's preceeded by "sheep"!MC's face going blank. That's when they move so quickly that it's clear their body is moving on its own. That's when the brothers stand frozen in place, staring in horrified awe at this tiny, brave little human stepping into the path of danger over something the brothers could easily survive - but they definitely can't.)

+ The TSL competition really does almost lead to "sheep"!MC's death. They don't run, don't even think to; the moment they see Levi charge at them, even in full demon form, they stand their ground and snarl. Mammon almost has a heart attack that day - especially when Levi's attack hits them, and sends their tiny body flying back against the wall.

+ Brave little human, even after getting yeeted across the room, tries to get back up again. It's that stubbornness - the refusal to give up, even though they're clearly out of their league - that spurs Lucifer into action. He's impressed by them, if you'd believe it; most humans would cower just at the sight of a demon in their demonic form, and even less would try to go down fighting after such a display of strength. So he steps in, personally, and defends them with his full form out.

+ He doesn't expect a thank you, but it's still amusing, seeing them half-slumped on the floor, being worried over by Mammon, steadfastly ignoring the second-born to downright glower at him for stepping in. There's no question that they would have died hadn't someone helped, and yet still they remain stubborn. He's pretty sure they'd even try to kick him, if they had the strength left to do so; their leg twitches as if trying to do that very action, just before he leaves.

+ It's less amusing when it happens to him, however. When he's found them in the crypt, with Beel and Luke behind them, their stance wide as if hoping that will somehow hide Beel's gigantic form. No, their stubbornness is infuriating in that moment; a blow to his own pride, to see something so small and pathetic attempt to stop him.

+ But they won't move. "Sheep"!MC knows, logically, that they'll die if they take an actual, full-on attack from a demon, but there's fight in them and they don't intend to go down without one. Is it a little reckless? Maybe. Would it be better if they just stepped to the side? Probably. Would they make it through the year by keeping their head down, being good, doing as they're told? Absolutely. But they're not going to do that. And they will stare down Pride himself, knowing that they'll die, if it means they can say they tried.

+ After this incident, "sheep"!MC starts wearing a headband with little sheep horns on it, commissioned from Levi. He's not too sure why they used the pact to make him do it, or even why they asked for it, but it's a fun little project to do and even works as a bonding experience for them. On top of that, it suits them! Ack - no, wait, it's made them too cute - he made a mistake!

+ He's genuinely surprised to learn that the horns aren't, in fact, meant to make them look like a sheep - which earns him a punch to the side for suggesting, and a pretty stern pout - but are meant to emulate a demon form. He thinks it's because of him, for a moment - that he scarred them so much when he attacked them, they're trying to cope by... being what they feared? Maybe? - but then "sheep"!MC tells him the truth, and he loses it.

+ They think the horns will make them look more scary and less like they should be fucked with - not because they're scared, but because they're getting annoyed that demons keep picking fights with them. They think the horns look badass. Levi doesn't have the heart to tell them that it's the cutest thing he's ever seen.

+ Most of the brothers agree that the horns do make "sheep"!MC look cute, and that's even when most of them start using "little sheep" as a nickname for their human. They still stubbornly wear the horns, despite the nickname.

+ "Sheep"!MC is ridiculously stubborn. They're cute, and sweet, and that's just a genuine fact; when they're not being bitey as all hell, or trying to leap head-first into danger, they look like the most adorable little thing in all the Three Realms. Asmo even has a collection of photos and videos on Devilgram solely dedicated to dressing "sheep"!MC up in cute outfits, and it's ridiculously popular. But what those things don't show is how often "sheep"!MC will be belligerant over seemingly nothing. Why, yes, this does include agreeing to do a photoshoot for Asmo and then refusing to wear anything he picks because he implied he didn't trust them to choose a good outfit.

+ That's also led to some potentially dangerous situations, of course - such as "sheep"!MC purposefully ignoring Lucifer's advice not to eat something because he said it would be "in their best interest" not to, only to be told by a frantic Mammon a few moments later that what they're eating isn't human-safe.

+ Sometimes "sheep"!MC will let the brothers pull them into their laps, because they're small enough to actually fit comfortably there and have the brothers rest their chins on their head. It can even be nice! But they do have a tendency to use that position to their advantage - namely, to headbutt the brother they're sitting on under the chin when they're getting annoyed (such as if Levi's gloating/cheating at a game, or Asmo's playing too much with their hair, or Mammon's squeezing them a little too tight while arguing over whether or not he should let them sit in someone else's lap). It's one of the few ways they actually can hurt the brothers, but mostly because it tends to make them bite their own tongues.

+ If you want to imagine something hilarious that at the time was genuinely terrifying, please consider this: Henry 1.0, moving at speeds that give even Mammon a run for his money, appearing in the distance. Asmo and Solomon, in confusion slowly morphing into fear, turning on tail to run before the great beast can reach them. "Sheep"!MC, immediately widening their stance to take on the fuck-off huge serpent that has the second and third borns running for their lives, standing their ground, head tipped down to point their horns forward. Mammon, grabbing the back of "sheep"!MC's jacket as he runs past them, hauling them over his shoulder while screaming in terror, as they pound at his back and kick at his chest, demanding to be put down so they can fist fight a snake. A typical day in the House of Lamentation.

+ If Belphie thought killing this MC was going to be easy, he's dead wrong. It's not exactly a challenge, sure - they are still human, and still much smaller than him at that - but he wasn't expecting the counter-deception of getting headbutted in the gut when he opened his arms up for a hug. It's just enough to surprise him, and means he's a second too slow to grab them when they dart back.

+ By the time he does eventually grab them, he's panting hard, a little bruised, and very frustrated. Who knew being small could have its advantages? They're quick and nimble; a few times he thought he'd gotten them, only for them to dart off to the side or dive between his legs. They'd always land a hit, too, whenever that happened - which didn't hurt, but the one time they tugged on his tail did smart a little, and that was just... unforgivable.

+ "Sheep"!MC doesn't forgive, and they definitely don't forget. There's no easy getting back into their good books, even after the new timeline's settled. Belphie has to deal with getting headbutted a lot after that whole debacle's ended, even when he thinks they're actually getting along well. If he gets too close? They lash out with a fist. If he tries to reach out for them? Their blunt teeth dig into his flesh before he's even aware they turned around. If he's sleeping somewhere they've claimed as "theirs"? Well, that one varies, but he's been shoved off beds, kicked, and had water dumped on him. It'd be impressive if it wasn't so... annoying. But he deals with it. Only because Beel wants him to.

+ You may be wondering, "has "sheep"!MC ever punched the prince?" And the answer would be yes. It wasn't on purpose, the time it happened; Diavolo, sans Barbatos for once, had somehow managed to sneak up on the little human exchange student, and thought he'd have just a bit of fun. It's not exactly like he gets a chance to be a normal demon that often, after all.

+He'd reached out to very gently tap them on the shoulder, expecting them to maybe jump a foot in the air, or to shriek with fear, so that he could say "surprise!" and laugh as they realised it was him.

+ Instead, just before he could reach their shoulder, they'd spun on heel and socked him dead in the gut.

+ He'd been so surprised that he'd stammered out an apology, watched them walk off in an indignant huff, and only started laughing at the absurdity of the situation several minutes later, when Barbatos asked why he was standing gourmlessly in the hallway.

I could probably go on much longer, but the post's getting a little long, so instead I'll leave you with this:

I haven't drawn in like ten thousand years and it absolutely shows, but the moment I read the words "sheep"!MC, this is what came to mind - and I just had to try and give my best rendition to it because the thought was so fucking funny to me.

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

[adhdeancas]

if you're still taking requests he/they nonbinary sam and he/him trans man dean and 'i could not care less about pronouns' agender cas all being happy in the bunker when jack comes out to them as trans?

Love this 

and since you didn’t specify, I’m going to go with Jack comes out as nonbinary? Since that’s the general knowledge of his gender

(now part ten of my transnatural series,)

It starts at breakfast. Sam is tasked with making breakfast, since Dean and Cas spent all night watching every Rocky movie ever made, even the bad ones, and definitely including the Creeds. Thus, Dean is slumped over against Cas who is barely upright themself and they are both forbidden from operating near any hot surfaces. Dean already spilled coffee down his shirt so he is now shirtless and careful when he brings the mug to his mouth. 

Jack comes into the kitchen bright eyed and bushy tailed as always, the smell of turkey bacon making him smile wider. “Good morning!”

“Morning, Jack,” Sam grins back at him. Dean grunts. 

Cas offers a small smile and, “Hello, Jack.”

“Hello.” he turns to Sam. “What’s wrong with them?”

Dean’s too tired to even complain about being talked about like he’s not right in front of the kid. “Late night. Don’t worry, they’ll perk up later.” Cas raises an eyebrow skeptically. “After breakfast. And a nap. And maybe some adderall.”

Dean snorts at the joke but Jack doesn’t get it. He moves on anyway, unbothered as always. “Well, I was hoping I could call for A Family Meeting,” he announces proudly. The resulting silence is not exactly stunned but definitely confused.

“A what?” Dean picks his head off of Cas’s shoulder, leaving a wet spot on his shirt. 

“A family meeting. Maybe tonight, at dinner. I have something I want to discuss with you all.” 

Sam and Dean make eye contact over Jack’s shoulder, both their heartbeats picking up at the formal announcement. In their experience, in human experience, a big Talk is never good. Cas notices their tension and pushes himself up so she can go to lay a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “That sounds wonderful, Jack. Although if there’s anything wrong, we can help now.” It’s both for the sanity of the adults of the room and for Jack’s problem, whatever it may be.

Jack shakes his head with a smile. “No, that’s okay. I have to take a shower!” He’s out of the room without another word. 

Cas reaches across the counter to steal Sam’s mug (a mug Eileen got him that says “I love you more than Wifir”) and gulp down coffee, his own and Dean’s mug a whole six feet away. Sam waves a hand in exasperation before trying to steal it back, which leads to a staring contest with both of their hands on the mug. Sam wins by licking Cas’s hand and making him let go, a move which earns them a laugh from Dean, who taught him that move. 

The rest of the day is spent in relative quiet; Cas and Dean do go off to take a nap but they decide to take one outdoors because as Cas says “humans were meant to spend time in the sun every once in a while” and as Dean says “Cas wants to punish me for getting old by sleeping on the fucking ground after not-sleeping on a fucking couch.” Sam video chats with Eileen for a few minutes while she’s at a truck stop; she’s on her way to them after a hunt in Wyoming (which Dean demanded pictures of, he doesn’t think the state exists. It’s the only one in the contiguous US that they’ve never been to). Then he spends the rest of the day pouring over one ridiculously complicated spell that Rowena has assured him is worth the effort (it’s a surprise) but which has to be watched over for several days before it’s ready. It feels like a magic game of jack-in-the-box (no pun intended) to him. Jack spends his day in town with some of his townie friends, and they all miraculously manage to make it home in one piece this time.

Still, by the time dinner rolls around, Dean’s dragged himself away enough to put aloe on his new sunburn, his lack of shirt making his freckles and top surgery scars the only breaks in light pink from waist up, and start making tacos and fried potatoes. 

They’re all seated around the table, Dean and Sam getting nervous despite Jack’s reassurances that the Meeting is nothing bad. “What the hell could he have to tell us? We’re literally around him all the time.”

Sam shrugs and wipes their hands off on their pants again. “I dunno, maybe…” he tries to think of anything it could be, but with Jack’s 22-but-also-three-year-old thing going on, he has no idea what to expect. Cas comes back from fetching Jack, the kid in question smiling like a doofus. 

Cas sits down with Jack across from the brothers, one of their arms on his shoulder for support. “Okay, Jack, go right ahead with whatever you want to tell us.”

“And hurry up, because the food’s getting cold.” Dean says, more out of anxiety for this to be over with than concern about the food. Sam elbows him anyway. 

Jack pops a potato in his mouth first with a grin. Dean rolls his eyes. “These are very good. Okay, so! Remember how we talked about human conceptions of gender?”

They all nod. The conversation had been a memorable one, confusing both Sam and Dean when they got into the more complicated aspects of what gender actually means. In the end, they’d explained pronouns and dysphoria and told Jack that he could be whatever he wanted to be.

“Well, I don’t think I’m a boy!” he says it like it’s a grand reveal at a party, which, to him, it is. They blink around the table, Sam smiling gently to encourage him to continue, Cas tilting his head and waiting for more information, and Dean squeezing his arm over the food. 

“That’s awesome, kid, what are ya?” 

“I think I’m like Sam. Nonbinary?” he looks at Sam for clarification, and Sam nods. 

“Not a girl, not a boy, somewhere in between or outside?”

“I think I’m in between.” Jack says thoughtfully. He looks to Cas. “It seems strange, to identify with human gender since I’m only half-human, but…” it’s like he’s looking to his angelic dad for reassurance that it’s alright.

Cas grins. “Well, you’re only half-angel as well. I think you decide.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Dean asks, trying to seem casual. If it was him coming out right now, he’d be three seconds from heading for the door at any question, but… Jack’s not him. Jack wasn’t raised the same way. 

“Hm, I don’t know what there is to talk about really. I mean, I thought about it, and gender doesn’t really make sense to me, like Cas, so I thought I might have no gender for a while. But I also like the feeling of it sometimes? So then I thought about whether I was like Dean and I knew it wasn’t that, but I’m not like Mary either.”

Cas, Sam, and Dean look around at each other quickly, their pride barely contained. “Well, that’s awesome, Jack.”

“Yeah! We’re gender buddies! Matching gender!” Sam laughs and nods, their hair falling into their eyes, which covers up how wet they are.

“Does anything make you uncomfortable? Any term or word or clothing?” 

Jack looks at Cas with that head-tilt he’d picked up from them. “I like the word them for pronouns. I like how it sounds. Also I wanted to do something with history since I don’t have like… a lot of history.” they look momentarily sad. “I thought about doing xe and xem for a while but I kept forgetting.” they laugh. 

“No problem, kid. Is Jack still okay?”

“Yes.” they say confidently. “My mother gave me that name and we knew each other well. She knew it fits.”

“Cool.” Dean nods, out of questions. Sam jumps in. 

“We’re really glad you told us this, Jack.”

Cas nods and pulls him into a hug. “We’re really proud of you.”

“We love you a lot, kid.” Dean’s voice breaks in the middle of the sentence, and Sam reaches over to squeeze his shoulder. 

Jack hears the change in tone and looks up, concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, m’fine,” 

Jack looks over and realizes Sam is sniffling too, and Cas looks like he’s about to burst with the emotions on his face. “Is this about the stuff you told me- that some people don’t like it when you’re not a boy or girl or when you change?”

Sam nods. “We’re just glad you know that’s not us, bud.”

“Well of course not. You’re my parents.” They’re suddenly taken over by a group hug, Sam and Dean come over to pile on top of them and Cas. They let the confusion of outsider ignorance roll off their back and revel in the love they have right here at home. After a few moments, their muffled voice says quietly, “Um, dads? The food is getting cold.”

And the spell is broken. It’s a normal family dinner.

#thedropoutthejunkieandmrcomatose #prompt #transnatural #nonbinary jack #trans dean #ftm dean #agender castiel #nonbinary sam #my writing

[delimeful]

the end of being alone (3)

Ch 1 | Ch 2 |

warning: mentions of fear, crocodiles, discussion of teeth

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Logan found himself grateful that he’d made arrangements to postpone their other jobs for a bit, because it looked as though they’d be staying firmly on this planet’s surface for a while.

There had been all of one attempt to bring Virgil aboard the Mindscape, and it had resulted in a significant amount of crying from both the child and Patton. Whatever circumstances had led the Human to this planet, it had left them deeply fearful of any sort of spacefaring vessel.

… This did not annul Logan’s suspicions about smuggling, though he was careful not to say as much in front of Virgil. The child was keen, and any time the fact that they were a Human was mentioned, they withdrew and began displaying body language that Logan believed indicated a desire to flee. Checking that exits were still there, putting space between themself and any of the Mindscape’s crew, anxious tics, and so forth.

Needless to say, they avoided the topic.

However, to Logan’s surprise, the child didn’t seem at all adverse to basic questions about themself. Understanding their responses was rare, of course, but the kid was picking up on Common with a shocking quickness, and Roman had turned out to be rather talented at interpreting their gestures when they didn’t have the right words.

The data that Logan had collected from these inquiries was both strange and intriguing. He’d carefully woven a mental list of it all.

1. Virgil seemed to identify by he/him, though whether that was an actual gender preference or simply a child wanting to be called the same pronouns as the three of them was up for debate. Either way, Logan seriously doubted that there was any way to convey the nebulous concept of gender through a language barrier, so he let the matter lie.

2. After eating too fast, Virgil would convulse slightly in a semi-rhythmic pattern for a short period. He didn’t seem alarmed or pained by this, only slightly irritated when it would interrupt him mid-sentence. The condition of ‘hiccups’ was thankfully temporary, since it made Roman quite jumpy. For their tiny, squeaking nature, Patton had called them ‘hicchirps’, which was ridiculous, but Virgil seemed to enjoy any and all wordplay that made it through his grasp of the language, so Logan stowed his complaints.

3. Virgil was terrified of the locals. Despite being plainly evident, this observation didn’t make sense at first, seeing as the nearby town consisted primarily of native Hiiynal and a few offplanet transfers, none of which could be described as particularly dangerous or violent. After a few days of gentle questioning and no reprimands for not answering, Virgil finally told them that the locals would ‘chase monsters far away’ and so he couldn’t risk getting near. Questioning was temporarily halted in favor of showing the Human the art of shadow symmetry, for purely scientific reasons, of course. 

(Supposition: Human children enjoyed movement games.)

4. While the synthetic meat from the ration kits was accepted by Virgil, he showed a surprising preference for sweeter food items, such as fruit and sugar crystals. Seeing as Humans were rumored to be obligate carnivores or even raw flesh-eaters, this was a strange discrepancy. Virgil had even eaten some of the leafy vegetables Logan had brought, face pinched up in disgust but insisting that eating ‘greens’ would make one tall. It was unclear to Logan what color had to do with nutrients or growth. He was also slightly alarmed at the implication of Virgil being short for his age.

5. Virgil seemed, for all intents and purposes, fixated on Roman.

The latest data point was a work in progress. Logan hadn’t mentioned it to Roman himself, because the Cravon was already fairly worked up over everything the Human did as it was. Nobody seemed sure if this jumpiness was because of the Human child, or on behalf of it.

Still, it was present in little ways. For example, even as he answered Logan’s latest series of questions, his gaze would occasionally flicker up from his hands to Roman, who sat at the mouth of the little cave, carefully peeling more fruit. It wasn’t about the food; Patton had taken it upon himself to make sure the child knew he only had to ask to get something to eat. No, this  ‘almost-staring’ was a frequent occurrence, no matter what Roman preoccupied himself with.

“You were saying you met… Susan… when another predator was attacking it?”

Virgil nodded, hurriedly looking back to his hands. “It was a big bite monster, and Susan was loud crying, so I did, uh,” he lifted his arms up, hands spread wide, “this, and I was loud at it until it ran away. Like raccoons back on Dirt.”

Dirt was apparently Virgil’s name for his home. Logan hadn’t heard of ‘raccoons’ before. He decided not to get sidetracked. “I’d estimate the creature you saw was a Lifel. They are the natural predators of Humlilts.”

“Natural?” Virgil mimicked.

“It means ‘of nature’,” Logan attempted to clarify, gesturing around them. “In the wild.”

Virgil only grew more confused with the wide, encompassing gesture. “Sky? Was not flying.”

Logan glanced at Roman, checking that he was still preoccupied. Patton was back at the ship, contacting a friend for advice. There seemed no better opportunity if he wanted to avoid overwhelming Virgil.

“Virgil, would you like to try something new?” he asked, carefully neutral. It wouldn’t do to put any pressure on the child.

The Human squinted at him slightly, quick to use his most common phrase. “Will it hurt?”

“It will not hurt,” Logan replied, ignoring the tightening in his core with careful practice. It always felt so wrong, that a mere pupa would be so familiar with hurt. “I will always tell you if something might hurt.”

“Mmm.” The Human hummed, the way he always did when they told him such things. Like he wasn’t sure if he could believe it. “What’s it?”

“What is it,” Logan corrected automatically. “It is something I can do, to show you new words. Want to try a little bit, first?” That was the phrase they used for new foods, but it applied well enough to mindsharing.

Virgil clenched and unclenched his hands for a moment longer before nodding, going a little tense like he expected something unpleasant. Logan held a hand out to him, waiting until he’d reached out in return to start sharing.

Small, simple flashes of images and sensations. Quiet forests, shallow oceans, clean air. Plants, bugs, animals, humanoids, living and dying and living again. Nature.

Virgil had pinched his eyes closed immediately at the start of the low-level telepathy, and Logan only had a moment to worry that maybe it had hurt him in some manner.

Then, there was a feeling of recognition. Without a moment to spare, Virgil had grasped the nature of the Vidi and was projecting his own thoughts. Walking on a crunchy leaf-covered trail with other Human young, a winged insect emerging from a cocoon, the crack of thunder and heavy rain on a windowsill. Nature.

“Wow!” Virgil whispered, imprint thoughts flickering like flames, too quick for Logan to really see. “You see into heads!”

Logan pulled back slightly, offering a bit of content-smug in return to the Human’s awe. “That is one way of framing it, yes. So, you understand what I mean, about the Lifel being a natural predator?”

“Carnivore,” Virgil mumbled, and then offered image-thoughts of several creatures that Logan could only assume were from the deathworlder’s home planet. He watched with morbid curiosity as Virgil remembered a clip from a screen, displaying large ungulates with twisting horns crossing a river, and then being dragged underwater by a dark, writhing shape.

“That’s a crocodile,” Virgil told him, his eyes still closed tight in concentration. “They’ve got big teeth and they do death rolls. They look like alligators, but I know they aren’t because gators live in Florida.”

“Florida?” Logan asked. He wondered if perhaps ‘gators’ were kept in captivity for species preservation. Or perhaps they were too dangerous left in the wild?

Virgil showed him a memory of a long, reptilian form with a narrow, tooth-filled jaw. It was wading steadily through a swimming pool, not paying any mind to Virgil, who was sitting with his legs dipped in the pool, watching in fascination. “I lived there!”

“Oh,” Logan managed, his ears going numb with fear at the idea of a child being so near a creature like that. “So it would seem.”

The Human patted him carefully, a gesture of comfort. “It’s okay. The bad guys didn’t take any gators or crocodiles from Dirt. Just people.”

Virgil’s words trailed off, a sense of melancholy overwhelming him. Rather than find out more about the Human’s past, Logan felt an unreasonably strong urge to stop that sadness. “Could you perhaps tell me more about these… ‘crocodiles’? You seem to be quite informed on them.”

“I had a book about them,” Virgil managed, slowly dragging his thoughts away from his abduction. “Did you know some crocodiles have a… a ‘biting force’ of five thousand pounds?”

He had lapsed into English, the sentence sounding well-recited, but Logan still got the general idea of what he meant, and a strong image of a picture book, covered in writing he couldn’t read but still understood. If Logan was right about the measurement conversions, the fact was terrifying.

“That’s very interesting,” he mused, because terrifying and interesting often went hand in hand. “Are there any other predators that can bite like that?”

Virgil scrunched his face up in thought. “Maybe sharks. Oh, but for sure a T. Rex!”

Logan saw a very concerning glimpse of a large fish with too many teeth before Virgil’s mind switched to a cartoon depiction of a larger creature with also too many teeth. He was beginning to see a trend in deathworlder species. “I… see.”

“They’re all dead, though,” Virgil told him sadly, projecting a memory of a huge display of bones. He then seemed to perk up, glancing over at Roman again. “Except for in space!”

Logan narrowly avoided laughing out loud, covering his throat before the vibrating chirps could get far. So, this was the truth behind the Human’s interest!

“Roman is not a ‘dinosaur’,” he clarified, once he felt composed enough to do so. “In fact, I believe he rarely even eats meat.”

Virgil squinted at him. “Are you sure? Maybe he’s a secret dinosaur.”

Logan wiggled his fingers thoughtfully. “I suppose we’ll just have to check.”

---

“Roman, would you come here for a moment?”  

Roman looked up from his task, immediately suspicious. Logan sounded strangely amused, like he was on the brink of laughing at him. That was never a good sign.

Still, the Human was looking over at him with those wide, strange eyes, and he wasn’t about to run away. He got to his feet, leaving his pile of dana peels behind as he crossed the cave floor. “What is it, dear esteemed companion who would never take advantage of me?”

“I need you to show us your teeth,” Logan said, very much not being a dear esteemed companion who would never take advantage of him. Roman resisted the urge to hang his head in resignation. He should have expected this. The Ulgorii was shameless when it came to exploiting his friends for science.

“How about absolutely not?” he replied, because there were actually limits to his tolerance for shenanigans, and one of those limits was threat-displaying at a baby Human.

“Hold on, look,” Logan said, and then bared his own ridged teeth with a click.

The Human did his small grimace-smile back, entirely unphased. They both looked to him expectantly. Roman felt as though he was being ganged up on.

“Um,” Virgil said, painfully tentative, “please?”  

Roman felt extremely ganged up on.

He squatted, tail keeping him perfectly balanced, and pulled at the corner of his mouth to show some of his teeth.

“Woah,” Virgil breathed.

“See how the back teeth are narrow but dull? They’re designed to crack bones and get to the marrow at the center,” Logan narrated, like the nerd he was. “Roman doesn’t have the small incisors or sharp molars required for proper full-time carnivores.”

Roman almost reminded his crewmate to use small words, but Virgil seemed to get the idea, leaning uncomfortably close to stare. He then opened his own mouth, like he was planning to take a bite out of something, displaying a shocking number of tiny little bone-teeth crammed inside. Some of them were uncomfortably sharp.

Rather than attack anyone, though, Virgil touched his own teeth, carefully inspecting the shape of them. Roman resisted the urge to get him to sanitize his hands. Kits would be kits, he supposed.

Logan was patiently watching as Virgil pointed to each tooth in turn, and he obligingly recited the name of each type of tooth for the kit. His two lower arms took frantic notes on Human jaw structure, probably to prepare more elaborate meal plans better suited to a deathworlder diet. The kid soaked every bit of information in like a sponge.

Finally, after a long moment of thought, he announced, “My ‘lower canine’ is going to fall out in close time!”

“Soon,” Logan offered, always quick to interpret the Human’s occasional nonsense Common. “'My lower canine is going to fall out soon.'” And then, after a moment’s pause. “Wait, it’s going to what?”

And then, because Roman’s day needed more nightmare fuel, the kit bared his tiny fangs at them and poked one with his tongue, revealing that it did indeed seem to be sickeningly loose. In fact, Roman could see a few other gaps in the curved row of teeth, some with little bits of bone peeking out.

“Stars above,” Roman said, feeling a little faint. Logan was already interrogating a very confused Virgil on whether or not losing teeth was indicative of an illness or not.

“They’re just my little teeth,” Virgil told them, seemingly unconcerned with holes in his mouth. “I get big ones later.”

“There are plenty of species that have milk teeth, but to have their adult set not fully-formed by the time the milk teeth are ready to fall out…,” Logan quickly devolved into muttering, hands flicking.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” Roman asked despite himself, eyeing the kit just in case he was going to burst into tears all of the sudden. Roman himself had lost one or two front teeth before his next set had fully formed, and each time it had felt like biting on hot metal.

“Nuh-uh.” Virgil seemed to have moved from confused to amused, still not entirely sure what the fuss was all about. “Not unless I,” he mimed pulling on the tooth, and Roman made a click-click-click of parental don’t-do-that chiding before he’d even fully registered the alarm he’d felt at the motion.

Virgil clicked back at him curiously, sounding exactly like a tiny version of an exasperated parent. Roman tucked his face against his shoulder, unsure if he should laugh or despair.

This Human was really going to be the death of him.

#sanders sides #space au #ts virgil #ts roman #ts logan #teoba #the end of being alone #writing #my writing #crocodiles #raccoon #you all wanted baby teeth and so baby teeth you shall receive #ask to tag

[jcmorrigan]

Somehow, I can imagine Vinny, Al and Victor ""adopting"" Taylor so...👀

I’m just going to do this one off the top of my head and see what happens

-Taylor was accepted into RMU, but oh no! They don’t have enough money to cover the dorms. Their parents are just “It’s too bad you don’t have any friends in G4 to stay with″ and Taylor realizes...oh no...I have friends in G4.

-They didn’t want to admit how much they actually hoped Revenge House would accept them when they called. Taylor will tell anyone who asks that they called for the sole purpose of getting shot down and ruling this out.

-Vincent: “I see. Well - “ Albert: “YES” Victor: “I’ll fix up the guest bedroom” Vincent: “...I guess you’re staying with us then”

-There are a few house rules. Don’t go in the basement (there are cyborgs in there). Don’t roam the house after curfew (that’s when we let the cyborgs out). Don’t feed Winston (Taylor isn’t sure if this one is a joke or an actual warning).

-Otherwise they get a pretty nice bedroom, soft bed, quality blankets. Not soundproof and they can hear the screams and weird metallic noises from the rooms two floors down, but hey, they won’t complain.

-At first, the guys pretty much leave Taylor to their own devices. That’s the nice thing about them being a legal adult: they don’t actually have to be good or attentive parents

-Victor and Albert are the two who pay them the most attention. Victor actually carries on conversation like a normal person. Well, mostly. He still always kind of sounds like he’s gathering information to use for nefarious purposes, but Taylor’s used to that by now. Also being called “my dear Taylor” was offputting at first but now they see it’s a genuine term of affection.

-Albert is...an interesting guardian. He’s always approaching Taylor to talk about non sequiturs, usually morbid, and Taylor has gotten used to this and kind of enjoys it. “Speaking purely in hypotheticals, what do you think tastes better: the spleen or the lungs?” “Spleen. Why are you even asking me this? That one’s obvious.”

-But weirdly Albert is in exchange the one who actively cares the most for Taylor. He makes sure they’re stocked up on supplies, and by that I mean Taylor enters their designated bathroom to find no fewer than twenty toothbrushes, all different colors, bound with a ribbon and a note that says “Pick your favorite! ~AK”

-Also instead of taking them shopping for new college wardrobe, Taylor is awoken at 6 a.m. by a phone call from Albert. “I’m at Hot Topic and they have an assortment of androgynous leather accessories. What’s your size?”

-Vincent and Taylor don’t interact much, at first. But they develop a relationship based on their lack of relationship. They both enjoy the value of comfortable silence. They can be in the same room doing separate things and know they don’t have to bother with greeting one another outside of a quick nod or 0.2 seconds of eye contact.

-Right away, though, they all make it clear that Taylor gets free food. The trio does their usual routine of making extremely high-quality luxury food and just lets Taylor chill out doing nothing until the dinner bell rings. The catch is that some of these things, they weren’t sure were food before this, but hey, turns out they don’t hate sashimi.

-Classes start. Every day when Taylor gets home and brings their books and assignments of the day to the dining room to study, Albert and Victor flock around them. Albert: “How was school? Did you make any lasting memories? Do you have an ARCHNEMESIS yet?” Victor: “Does Professor Browne still have a stick up his ass, metaphorically speaking? Has anyone of your preferred gender asked you out yet?”

-Until dinner time, the dining room is Taylor’s study sanctuary.

-They know better than to bring friends home, however. Not a single college pal who’s entered Revenge House has left with at all a good feeling. Some of them have considered calling the cops because there’s no way these people aren’t going to murder Taylor in the dead of night (sillies...Taylor’s the one person they WON’T murder in the dead of night)

-And as for dates? Unfortunately, the few times Taylor has been asked out, they’ll keep it secret and arrange a meetup at a neutral location and show up at the restaurant only to, halfway through the date, realize that they can spot distinct flashes of pink, red, and black positioned around the restaurant like the Bermuda Triangle and greeeaaat, their guardians followed them to spy on the date.

-Which isn’t always bad because one time somebody actually tried to take advantage of Taylor in the alley out back of the restaurant and before any articles of clothing could be forcibly removed, the offender practically explodes from the impact of being shot by Victor, punched by Vincent, and stabbed by Albert at the same time (the bullet almost clipped Albert but it was worth it)

-Taylor’s never sure how to introduce these people. Parents? Guardians? Friends? Roommates? Usually, it ends up something like “This is my...this is...this is Vincent. He’s Vincent. That’s it.”

-They go out as a “family” unit sometimes, usually to dinner or something where they can all just have conversation. There’s usually going to be some rando who walks past the guys and goes “Your daughter is adorable!” and Albert pulls out a rather long and wicked knife while saying “Their preferred pronouns are they/them, and I HIGHLY suggest you respect that.” Victor and Vincent glare on in the background.

-Taylor is torn because they like having guardians who respect their gender identity but also some of these people are just making honest mistakes

-Victor: “I just want to warn you that when you engage with other college students, you may be pressured to try smoking, drinking, and other narcotics. In a strange environment, any of these may be laced with poison or spiked with different drugs. Here in Vincent’s mansion, our stashes are always pure, so if there’s anything you want, just ask us and we will get you a safe supply.” (Though “safe cigarettes” and “safe hard liquor” are oxymorons to a 19 y/o but Victor is trying. Taylor doesn’t even want any of those things)

-Sometimes, though........Taylor has to be the parent figure to these three

-They might end up trying to drink away their sorrows, falling asleep in a vomit-covered living room. Taylor will clean up any obvious mess and get them some pillows.

-Taylor: “So, did you ever want to...talk to me any more about the childhood stuff that was bothering you?” Albert: “...Yes”

-One night, though, they make a big breakthrough. They find evidence for the Myers revenge scheme and confront Vincent with it.

-Vincent tells them everything. Not without getting a little emotional.

-Taylor’s just like “Oh.”

-Somehow this turns into a hug.

-The guys FORBID Taylor from getting directly involved with Myers. That said...they do act a consultation role sometimes.

-Eventually they meet some of the basement cyborgs. Also they’ve gotten pretty friendly with the Dream Eaters. If all the guys are out of the house and Winston is doing his usual hermit thing, Taylor will be “babysat” by a group of awkward yet well-meaning monsters. (The Dream Eaters have been instructed to keep the cyborgs from eating Taylor, though, and they’ve had to actually step in several times. The Dream Eaters also like the taste of human flesh but Albert said this one is NOT FOOD so they respect that.)

-Those days when the guys come home dragging a corpse/an unconscious person, and Taylor catches them, and the guys stare at them like deer in headlights until they say “I never saw this. Carry on.”

-At some point, though, Taylor decides they want a little more, so they suggest “Do you guys wanna go to the mall and catch a movie?”

-Cue a mall trip that involves Vincent criticizing all the secondhand clothing, Victor flirting with the cashiers at every boutique, and nobody knows exactly what Albert is up to but there’s blood leaking from the dressing room so let’s not ask.

-They go to see a fall blockbuster that Taylor really enjoys and the three guys are having varying degrees of enjoyment toward. If it’s got deep themes, Vincent will be happy. If it’s got romance, Victor will be happy. If it’s horror, Albert will be happy. If it’s a superhero film, NOBODY BUT TAYLOR IS HAPPY (so they kind of like taking the guys to Marvel stuff to annoy them on purpose)

-They talk the guys into accompanying them on other Taylor-style adventures. Like bowling. Bowling was either the best or the worst idea they had, because it turned into a four-person DEATH MATCH. (Figuratively, this time. Maybe literally next time.)

-Vincent draws a HARD LINE IN THE SAND at pizza, though. He will not even look at a pizza, let alone eat one or enter a pizza establishment.

-After some months, Taylor and Vincent are conversing more, but it’s usually Taylor asking questions about how the legal system works because Vincent can explain it better than anyone else and in a way that doesn’t fly over Taylor’s head.

-Sometimes, though...Taylor gets sick. The first time, they didn’t actually expect any of the guys to do anything about it. But Vincent drops off hot meals without a word and leaves, and rude as he is, the food’s always DELICIOUS and particular faves of Taylor’s. Victor is the “Text me if you need anything, sweetie” guy who will drop everything if Taylor needs an ice pack or a barf bin. Albert will sit in the room at a safe distance to talk to Taylor about random things and make sure they don’t get lonely. Also, Taylor will have weirdly no nightmares whatsoever, and they know Albert has something to do with this.

-Sometimes...Taylor is sad. All three of the guys will sit around them, encouraging them to talk about everything that’s bothersome. Brief hugs will be exchanged (Victor’s are a bit too tight since, y’know, metal arms, but that’s fine by Taylor). And then if there was a particular entity that caused the sadness, well, that entity might end up dead in a pool of blood in a back alley later.

-There’s also a contract on the table stating that if Taylor is ever incarcerated, then Vincent, Victor, and Albert will break them out of jail at the earliest convenience. Taylor isn’t sure when this will ever have to be used but they’re glad it’s there.

-They make an even more amazing meal than usual for Taylor’s birthday and spend way, WAY too much on gifts. Some of which aren’t even things Taylor wanted (”It’s...a baseball bat with barbed wire around it. Uh...just what I always wanted? Thanks, Albert.”)

#vincent edgeworth #victor blake #albert krueger #taylor lee #blakeworther #ask to tag for content #somehow i REBLOGGED this instead of tagging it the first time #i blame tumblr

[random-mha-thoughts]

Long Distance (Midoriya x Reader)

Pairing: Midoriya x Reader

Genre: Fluff/slight angst, no quirks AU

Summary: Long distance relationships an be equal parts exhilarating and equal parts difficult.

Inspo: "Face to Face" by Ruel

Word count: 1,777

Tags:  @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog  @bunnythepipsqueak @yuki-osaki

a/n: Who’s not a sucker for fluffy Izu?  Come on, you love this freckled face

Since this is 3rd person and I wanted to keep it gender neutral, I used they/them pronouns instead of you.  The ending scene of this was originally supposed to be Midoriya's Valentine's Special for Just One Day, and it would've been more fitting, but it was too angsty for what I wanted to put out for Valentine's Day, but I held onto it for the past month so I could expand on it and spin it into something more substantial and emotional.

Sorry for the messy and rushed ending, I'm still recovering from my sickness that was handicapping me for the past few days and I'm falling asleep writing the end of this.  But I'm better for the most part!  Which hopefully means one or two more posts before I have to reconfigure my entire schedule doing online classes next week...  I hate school.

Also huge thank you again for 700 follower guys, you’re too much for me to handle.  Thank you sosososoooo much!

The past few months for Izuku have been both exhilarating and miserable.

While at an anime convention last summer, he'd stumbled around alone because Katsuki didn't want to be anywhere near nerd culture with his nerd friend.  Izuku had been disappointed since it was his first con and didn't want to go alone, but it couldn't be helped.  He cosplayed as his favorite hero from his favorite show, resolving to hopefully meet some new friends while he was there.

Izuku was easily overwhelmed by the gigantic venue and the endless number of people in attendance.  It was something like a dream, but at the same time gave him anxiety.  How was he supposed to navigate something this enormous alone without getting swept up somewhere?

For the first half of the first day, he managed to survey the layout of the center, taking pictures with a few cosplayers he knew and almost emptying his wallet on some merch.  He found himself losing energy fairly quickly and resolved to search for the rest area.  The tired boy buries his nose in his map, mumbling how he hopes he doesn't end up getting lost.

His view being obstructed by the unfolded paper, he bumps into someone's back.  Izuku fervently apologizes, prematurely thinking he had bothered them and now they wish to kill him.  Instead, he was met with a wide toothy smile and even wider, excited eyes.  The boy looks them up and down, realizing their cosplay is of his character's sidekick.

The other person breaks out into a haughty dialogue fitting their character, using the hero's name to ask what was the matter.  Izuku, after some stumbling, breaks out his amazing mimicry skills to play along with their new game, responding that he's looking for the rest area.  Staying in character, the sidekick leads him in the opposite direction Izuku was going.  The two recite more lines from their characters' show until they reach their destination.

The stranger finally breaks character with a hearty laugh, settling in a couch with Izuku.  They hit it off immediately, bonding over their shared love of their favorite show, how amazing each other's costume looks, and repeating their favorite lines of other franchises they enjoy.  Izuku feels like this is exactly what he wanted to find in a con: someone who shares the same love and passion for his favorite thing.  Finally, he won't have to be alone navigating this giant complex.

The two continue bonding over lunch, getting to know each other more personally, though their personalities were so compatible their conversations flow naturally.  Izuku finds out that his new friend is around the same age as him, and this isn't their first con.  They ended up coming alone because their friend bailed on them at the last second because of a sickness.  Unfortunately, they live in a different country; they just couldn't miss the panel with one of their favorite voice actors at this con.  The freckled boy can't say he wasn't disappointed that someone he'd hit it off so perfectly with was from somewhere else, but at least he found someone he can spend the rest of the con with.

And they did have the funnest time together.  They shared so many memories eating, posing for pictures, filming their own videos, and just talking; at the end of everything, Izuku felt like he'd known them forever.  Actually, he felt himself falling for his con companion, which is why parting ways on the last day was the hardest thing he thought he would have to do.

Thankfully, his new friend also found it hard to say goodbye, so they proposed the idea of staying long-distance friends.  It was such an obvious progression that Izuku almost slapped himself for not thinking of it.  The two exchanged messenger information and hugs before finally parting ways.  The freckled-cheek boy rejoiced, bouncing the entire way home and buzzing with excitement.  Until post-con depression hit him, and with it came the fear that his new friend and crush would lose interest and never contact him.

But he was wrong.  They texted religiously all day every day, keeping each other updated on all the details of their daily nerdy lives.  A flicker of hope burned inside Izuku that his crush was interested enough in him to keep in contact.  They both kept up with each other's social media posts and commented on all of them.  They even video chatted at least twice a week.  It made Izuku feel his life had a purpose, and it was apparent to everyone around him.  Even Katsuki would gruffly question why he was always smiling at his phone.

But the initial glamour eventually wore off.  There would be days when Izuku's friend wouldn't respond to his messages and the boy would fly into a frenzy, wondering what he did wrong and retracing their entire conversation.  Even though they would reply again a few days later and apologize about leaving Izuku in the dark, it would bother the boy a little.  It sobered him up to realize he spends a lot of his day talking to a screen, and he still has no idea if they feel the same way as he felt in his heart.  There's a small amount of jealousy he feels as he stalks their social media responding to other people.  He dislikes that pettiness, but he only does it because he's head over heels for them.  There are moments when his heart would race at the prospect of them exhibiting the same feelings as him, but he would immediately second guess those thoughts as him simply getting ahead of himself.

Izuku would scroll through the pictures and cosplay videos of them daily, smiling at them as he imagined what if they would meet face to face again as his heart longs for them.  He wants to be able to confess in person, feel their warmth close to him, hear their laughter free of digital filter.  Is that too much for him to ask?

.

Izuku practically bounces in a bundle of anticipation and nerves as he stands in the crowded airport terminal.  He didn't imagine his wishes coming true so soon, but here he is.  Ever since a week ago when his crush had surprised him with their flight itinerary, casually asking him to pick them up, the broccoli-haired boy couldn't have been more excited for anything in his life.  

And as with everything the sometimes-neurotic boy does, he planned heavily for their arrival.  They were only visiting for about a week while visiting family, coinciding nicely with Izuku's school break.  He searched for countless highly-rated restaurants specializing in different foods, photo spots that tourists agree yield the best social media photos, and even a few theme parks to visit.  He complied all of these spots into a giant list and was about to send them to his crush when they messaged him before he got the chance.

"Don't go overboard planning like I know you do, Bean, I just want to spend quality time with you :)"

Izuku's heart soared with that text, although it rendered his hard work and stress slightly useless.

And now he's waiting impatiently for them to come from their plane ride, craning his neck every which way in hopes to spot them before they find him.  His entire body has washed over in anxious, feet-tapping cold.

"Izuku!"

Looking to the side, he sets his eyes on a figure steamrolling towards him dragging a suitcase as they bound up to him.  All his anxiety fades as soon as he lays eyes on them.  He outstretches his arms, ready to welcome them in a hug.  "(Y/n)!" he mimics their excited giggle-call.

Izuku underestimated how much force they were putting into their hug, effectively being knocked off balance as both of them fall backwards to meet the floor beneath them.  Despite the strange glares from onlookers, they laugh at the less-than-graceful greeting they shared.  To Izuku, it was the perfect heartfelt greeting.

Catching his breath for a moment, his heart rejoices, relishing the almost romantic moment.  It's strange to see them, the person he's seem through a screen for most of the time, in his arms.  The last time they saw each other in person, they were in slightly uncomfortable costumes that didn't allow for too much mobility and hid most of their true faces.  It's almost like meeting a complete stranger in person for the first time, yet they know each other so well.

"I'm so happy you're this excited to see me."  He sits up, still embracing his crush in his lap.  He's so close to them, sharing their personal space.  If only he can brush his hands through their hair lovingly and embrace them close to him as he's craved for months.  "I was so worried it would be too awkward, and you wouldn't want to hug me and-"

"Why wouldn't I want to absolutely tackle you, Bean?" they squeeze him tighter, the grin still plastered on their face as they gaze up at Izuku.  They reach behind the boy to retrieve the red beanie that fell off his head at their landing.  "You're my favorite person in the world!"

Izuku freezes at the words, letting them tug the knitwear over his fluffy hair.  He knows yet another part of his heart was just stolen.

"Oh, before all the adrenaline suddenly flushes out of me and I lose all confidence to do this-"

They place a chaste kiss on Izuku's lips, rendering the boy flustered and speechless as a bolt of electricity zaps through him.  Did they really just-?

"I really like you, Izuku," they confess in earnest, doe eyes boring into his emerald pair.  "I've been waiting to say it in person because it's so lame and impersonal to say it over text or in video chat.  Please tell me you accept me."

It takes the boy a moment to formulate proper words, the only thing pouring out of his mouth is sputters.  He's floating on Cloud nine right now.  He should've known that his crush not only holds the same feelings for him, but also has the immense confidence to suck it up and confess first.  With a chuckle and almost teary eyes, Izuku sniffs out, "Y-You beat me to it!"

They erupt into a fit of satisfied squeaks.  "I knew I would!" they beam as they nearly knock the boy over in another tackle-hug.  "Now, at least we get to do everything we wanted to as a couple, not just as friends."

Izuku can't agree more, admiring how they always manage to take the words right out of his mouth.

#midoriya x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #midoriya fluff #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #slight angst #no quirks au #gender neutral reader #midoriya imagine #midoriya scenario #mha midoriya #mha deku #bnha deku #bnha midoriya #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

[corinthbayrpg]

NAME. Zuri Workneh AGE & BIRTH DATE. 756 & July 9th, 1265 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Nonbinary & She/They SPECIES. Fury of Megaera OCCUPATION. Pirate & Bookstore Owner FACE CLAIM. Kiki Layne

BIOGRAPHY

( tw: death & violence ) Zuri Workneh came into this world as both of her parents were leaving it. Her mother died during childbirth and her father while fighting in war as a hero. Her grandfather, a well known nobleman, took her in and raised her, making sure to cherish his son’s only daughter. Zuri was spoiled rotten by the older man. She was given toys of all sorts, beautiful garments, and the most expensive jewels in the world. Whatever she wanted, he provided it to her with no hesitation. Except for one thing: knowledge. Zuri was curious and intelligent, she caught onto things fairly quickly. Ears that were always listening and a mind that was always plotting. It would’ve been charming if she were born a boy but for a girl, it was not needed. His plan was to marry her off to either a prince or nobleman, whichever came first. It was her duty in life, all of it planned out before she could have a say about it. And Zuri hated it so much. 

Her grandfather refused to tell her anything, to teach her anything that was of true importance. It wasn’t just him, the other men around her were the same way. Except for him. Kofi, the King’s third son who was a year younger than her. He was more understanding and actually listened to her, the only person who cared to help her. Kofi was the one to sneak book’s from his room and give them to Zuri. It was Kofi who taught Zuri many things, it was Kofi who relayed information that he heard from the soldiers. While she didn’t necessarily have freedom, Kofi was her form of freedom. The closest she’ll ever get to it really and she was fine with it. 

The years went on as the two grew closer, and the prince’s feelings for her became known. Everyone can see how he looked at her, how Zuri always brought a smile to his face and how his gifts brought one to hers. When he was old enough to go on war expeditions with his father and older brothers, he would make sure to bring something back for Zuri each time. For the masses to see, the gifts always revolved around jewels and garments from whatever territory they had gone to. But for her eyes only, she could see the books that he swiped or maps that he took or drew for her. Those were her favorite gifts as it allowed her to travel as well and go on grand adventures. 

To anyone around them, it seemed obvious that the two will marry each other in the future. None of them could deny the way that Kofi looked at her with love in his eyes and how Zuri was always looking for the third prince. They were perfect for each other and Zuri’s grandfather was eating it up. He even pushed his granddaughter to make it official and go before the King as a prospective wife for his son. While she would do anything for her grandfather and did love Kofi, there was the hesitation of giving herself up like that. To become his wife, a wife to a prince, meant less freedom than what she wanted. 

It was only Kofi’s words that pushed her down the road of marriage. “If it’s freedom and the right to travel, I’ll give it to you if you become my wife.” And he meant it, she could tell. Kofi wasn’t a man who lied, especially not to her. It was an offer that brought happiness to both parties. A life together and a life where she’s able to do what she pleases. It was too good to be true. Then it happened. A marriage deal between the King and another King from a different kingdom. To create an alliance between their two kingdoms by marrying Kofi off to the other King’s second daughter. It was like that where she saw her life flash before her eyes. The freedom she oh so desired, freedom that was promised to her, was being taken from her. 

Only her grandfather wouldn’t let this happen. How about making Zuri his mistress, he suggested to the King. A chance for his third son to have more children, more sons for his son to have. While she wouldn’t be his wife, it was still an amazing idea especially knowing that his granddaughter’s children will still be royalty. Luckily for them, both Kofi and his father accepted the proposal, Zuri becoming a mistress instead of a queen. Not what she expected and really wanted but she too accepted it. It was better than being with a man who would control her. 

In the next few months, Kofi was married off at the age of seventeen and Zuri became a mistress at the age of eighteen. The two moved away from their kingdom and to a new one. It took them exactly one week to get there, and two months for Zuri to call this new kingdom home. Given her own maidens as well and a beautiful room filled with books, she was happy and in peace. But the feelings Kofi had for her never disappeared, even after marriage. Many could see it, especially his new wife. Unknown to the two, the other woman found herself jealous. Of there being mistress, another woman who had Kofi’s heart, a woman who was more suited to be a queen. But her jealously was kept a secret, all she could do was keep quiet and watch from the sidelines. 

The jealousy and anger that his wife felt for her grew especially when Zuri birthed Kofi his first son. Healthy and beautiful, they named the boy Salana Kofi, a beautiful and bright name for a boy that brought such brightness to their world. He became Zuri’s pride and joy. Two years after, Kofi’s wife had a son of her own. Two sons, boys who could become king in the future. Of either their kingdom or of another. The brothers, unlike their mothers who didn’t get along, were best friends. If you saw Salana then you would see his younger brother following behind them. They could’ve been an amazing duo in the future if it wasn’t for Kofi’s wife.

Tired of the extra attention that both Zuri and Salana were receiving, and the fear of the oldest son succeeding the throne, set out to have the two murdered. After a visit to their old kingdom to see Zuri’s grandfather, she paid for bandits to murder the two. The jealously that she felt swarmed her heart and onto the bandits. When intercepted by the bandits, the men told her that it was the queen who sent them to murder her. Because she was receiving too much attention from the king, that it was because of Zuri that all of her attendants, soliders, and son were to die. Because of the love that Kofi had for her. It was because of their bond that died, that she almost lost her son and her own life. She was a fighter, untrained and sloppy, she stood her ground to protect her only child. Power was needed, to protect the one thing that mattered to her, and it was power that was given to her. By an unknown woman named Megaera who offered power. To protect her son, to protect herself, and to protect others. A bargain that she accepted without a second thought. Zuri was able to take care of the bandits and ran off with her son, both wounded and traumatized from the experience. But alive, they were alive and it was the only thing that mattered.

Becoming a fury was a blessing and a curse. While grateful to the mythical woman who gave her powers and a chance, she had to separate from a life that she has always known. To the rest of the kingdom, both her and her son had been murdered by the bandits or whoever. They were easily forgotten and no more, it didn’t matter as the king had other heirs to choose from. Hidden and forgotten, the two traveled for time on end before Zuri looked for a place for her son to stay. Staying with her meant that his life was in constant danger because of the creatures she had to fight. It took her days to get son to understand this before their split. There were tears, more from her than him, lots of hugs, and loving words. It was the last time that she saw her son, he was nine, so young and soft. Zuri imagined that as time went on, he became a very handsome and respectable young man. 

She spent the years after it doing as she was told. Fighting creatures and protecting the people. Each fight left her feeling more hollow and empty on the inside. Saving others, while nice and a bit fulfilling, but it wasn’t what she wanted to do. She was a woman who wanted to travel. Skies that expanded far out and made her want to see more. Seas that were unknown to her and dirt roads that were left untouched by her footsteps. She needed to see the world and enjoy doing what she wanted, not because of some strange mythical woman giving her a gift. It was more like shackles that kept her tied down. All she needed was a chance to break away and she would take it. 

Then it came. Pirates who were looking for a navigator and Zuri took to it, telling the group that no one else was fit for the job except for her. “Anyone can read a map but you need someone who understands the sea and sky. And that’s me.” Impressed through and through, she was accepted, becoming the group’s official navigator and leaving behind her duties as a fury. 

Life on sea was a shift but she became accustomed to it in no time. It was the same with the others on the ship. At first, hard to get along with, it was with each battle, each exploration, and each celebration that she found herself coming to love them. They were her family, not by blood but by connection. Fellow lost beings who wanted nothing more than to explore. The crew was her everything, they gave her the love and care that she needed. The ship was her home and the crew was her family, no one could take it from her. Until the crew lost their captain and the age of pirates was no more. A decision to split was placed on the table, a decision that she did not want to go through with. However, when you weren’t the captain and just a measly navigator, you don’t have a say in the matter. The crew split apart and Zuri’s life was once again destroyed. 

She continued on with a few others as a thief for a few years before going on her own. She explored the rest of the world, stopping at various places before finally settling down in Ethiopia. Once her childhood kingdom and now a new land, it was the perfect place to stop in. There, she opened a small bookstore with painted walls of the starry sky and books from all over in various languages. She lived there peacefully for years until the veil fell. Unexpected but it didn’t stop her peaceful living. Only the arrival of Ade and the revival of the veil was that peace was taken from her. It was her old friend who dragged her to Corinth ( much against her own wishes ), the reason and purpose being here unknown to her. While it was nice to see her crew back in one area, she would much rather be anywhere but here. 

But even someone like her knew that there was a reason for her being there. There was a reason why she became Kofi’s mistress, a reason why she became a fury, a reason why she left behind her son, a reason why she became a pirate. So she stayed, waiting for her purpose to show its face to her.

PERSONALITY

+ adventurous, knowledgeable, rational – blunt, pessimistic, direct

PLAYED BY KASHIA. EST. She/Her.

#fury #kiki layne #zuri workneh #nonbinary #taken

[kirrtash]

It’s only after their mother dies and they get in contact with the first, unfriendly, demons that Inuyasha finds out that the human’s obsession over fitting everyone in one gender it’s weird for them too. They have already learned to keep quiet about what they think about themselves. What their body is, and isn’t, to them, they don’t tell the humans in the castle. Inuyasha doesn’t even tell their mother.

It has been a few years since they stopped living in the castle, when they have again the occasion to meet an human, on a moonless night. That particular one, as every other, is immediately concerned with their appearance, assuming their gender without even letting them speak.

Inuyasha doesn’t feel particularly attached to one nor the other, on a good day doesn’t even think about it.

(On a bad day somebody just has to remind them, usually while trying to kill them, and aren’t they lucky?)

They don’t go near another human settling for years after that night. Those are safer than the forests and fields, at least when they are weak, but they don’t have it in themselves to deal with stupid humans and their stupid way of thinking.

In a way this hurts more than being half breed. Their mixed heritage is on plain sight for everyone to see, and there is no mistake to be made (with the exception of one night per month): one look at their ears and the story of their birth is on plain sight for everyone to deduce.

But the way humans expect them to adapt to their roles, to dance to this tune they don’t fit in, just after one look at their body, that’s worst. Humans and demons alike hate them for their blood, but both of them just ignore how they feel about their body. It’s just irrelevant.

So Inuyasha makes sure that it’s irrelevant for themselves too. In any case they don’t even have the words to explain it, so why bother? It’s not like they have someone to tell, and the most important thing right now it’s to survive.

They never get around telling Kikyo about this too. She barely accepted their mixed blood, Inuyasha is not sure she can take more. They don’t want to take the risk of another rejection. As for the sacrifice they are willing to face, it’s not that different from the other one they already accepted to make when she asked, just another part of their identity they will have to renounce to.

Kagome is strange. She doesn’t question them and the way they present themselves, doesn’t even seem to notice. The girl has bigger problems anyways, it’s her fault if them both are on this quest. But she always looks at them with a bit more intention when they slip, in the way they refer to themselves, when the hyper masculine terms they use out of habit, to comply with the image others have of them, to not raise questions, get stuck in their throat. She always notices.

She asks one night, when everyone else it’s sleeping. They have just met Sesshomaru again and Inuyasha is quite proud of their victory, even if in reality the bastard run away just before Tessaiga could break definitively. Inuyasha still counts it as victory.

“It’s something that I have noticed before, but why did he refer to you with neutral terms?”

The asshole has never had anything to say about their gender obviously, as it’s normal for a demon, but Inuyasha doesn’t really want to explain to her. They huff and try to dismiss the question with a vague gesture and a “whatever” but she just keeps waiting patiently, peering at them from under her eyelashes. They both know that the answer it’s not simple, and the question is bigger than it could look to a mere bystander.

Inuyasha takes a breath. She has been on their side for a while now, and they don’t want to lose her. But at the same time she has already told them how irrelevant their mixed blood is for her. No. Not irrelevant. A part of them. Just a part of who they are, as normal as their hands and eyes, something that makes them THEM. If she could accept that, then maybe, just maybe…

Inuyasha doesn’t know how to explain, but Kagome is patient. It’s like a flood. When dawn comes, and, how? When? She stops them, shakes Sango awake and quietly informs her that she and Inuyasha are going back to her time. She then calls for Inuyasha and they start walking away from the camp. As soon as they are out of ears’ reach, she resumes the conversation.

She looks among books and books in the public library. Inuyasha just stands aside, the hat flattening their ears, trying not to draw attention and not to be in her way. They didn’t even stop to her house to say hi to her family, she knew she didn’t have anything of what she was looking for there.

“There must be something! I have read a couple of things but I cannot remember where I found them again!” she looks possessed, and Inuyasha is not going to bother her.

She comes up with a few books and articles from magazines, and is eyeing critically the huge computer in the backroom, pondering if to search on that too, since the Higurashi family doesn’t have one.

Inuyasha is not really listening to her. They are scrolling through the written text, trying to make good use of what little reading abilities they have, and to interpret the futuristic language and culture. Their worldview is being thrown off right now.

If for demons gender (and now they know the difference between gender and sex, and gender expression too, isn’t that neat?) is inconsequential, humans 500 years in the future keep spending a lot of time thinking and talking about it. Still, the revelation is another one. Demons don’t care about gender, you can’t use it against them. Humans don’t care too, they know where they fit and it comes natural to them to abide the unwritten rules that concern the sociality. Despite this, here Inuyasha gets a glimpse of another world. These books give them a place, among others, give their struggle a name and a reason and companionship. They are not the only one. There are humans too, here, going through something that might, with a stretch of imagination, be considered similar to their experience.

Kagome takes some books back home, essays and narrative ones, and some vhs to see on the television. Her family is nowhere to be seen and they are back to her room. Inuyasha feels safe there, the day has already been a mess, and their head is still spinning. “I don’t know where to look for more, but we need to understand better, honestly Inuyasha, why didn’t you speak sooner?”

They know her temper is without fire, that she is just worried, but it hurts the same. She must see their look, the flattened ears, because she backtracks immediately. “I’m sorry, I can understand why, it was a stupid thing to say. It’s just… I want to help. I would like for you to tell to the others too, but it’s your call. I’m sure they will want to understand though. That’s why I need to find more…” she is off again, checking on the list she compiled while looking for materials, and Inuyasha watches her go in the direction of the stairs and the living room, still shell-shocked.

“I didn’t even ask you!” She seems to have realized something, her voice still audible from the other room “I’m so bad at this, I’m sorry! Which pronouns should I use?”

Inuyasha can’t help the laugh that escapes their lips, they don’t know what to answer. But they will find out. There are words out there for them, just waiting to be discovered. Their experience can be told, and damn them if they are not going to.

—

 A disclaimer: I am a cisgender woman, so my knowledge and undersanding of genderqueer identities can only be a secondhand one. This to say that I hope that I have not offended anyone with this depiction of this identity, and if I have I am deeply sorry, since it was not my intention.

For something so short I really had trouble writing this. First my native language doesn’t have the option of singular them, and I never had any occasion for using it before, so I’m sorry if I made mistakes. Second, Inuyasha the character, in the anime, while referring to themselves, uses Ore, an highly masculine way of saying me, and I didn’t want ignore canon completely even if I played fast and lose with the timeline, since I don’t remember what happened when. Additionally, and I never looked into the language so I’m not sure, I suspect that there are A LOT of pronouns whit different nuances in the spectrum between masculine and feminine in the Japanese language. So I had to take in account three language shifts while writing this tiny little thing. I’d like to add that while il like to think that my personal knowledge on transgender and genderqueer identities is not that bad, I haven’t the faintest idea of what 199something Japan might knew about it, so I kept on the conservative side (considering they are still a really closed off country about LGBT+ issues, I feel that it’s the most realistic portrait)

I cannot help but think about Inuyasha and a nonbinary or genderqueer identity. Assuming that for demons gender is something much less regulated by social norms than for humans, and that because of their upbringing Inuyasha didn’t get to receive a positive and validating explanation of gender and sexuality by none of the two cultures, I suppose that (in the feudal era!) it would have created in them an even higher sense of isolation and oddness. That’s probably why I love the idea of Inuyasha going to the pride for the first time (first gay pride in Tokyo was in 1994…)  and in general realize that they are not alone. 

It is a deeply difficult and isolating situation, not having the words to describe, even to ourselves, our identity, and I am happy that the modern ways of connecting with each other are lessening this kind of isolation.

this was written for day 5 of @inuyashapridemonth2020​

#inuyasha #inuyashapride2020 #my art #my writing #ops #I wrote something again #inuyasha pride month #nonbinary inuyasha

[rnisa]

death note x mind reader!reader

Howdy, and thank you for my first DN request! Oooh, this is a cute idea. No specific characters were listed, so I'm just going to do whomever I happen to get ideas for. And no pronouns asked so reader will be gender neutral.

Death Note Characters on Dating Someone Who Can Read Minds

★ Reader has Gender Neutral Pronouns

★ SFW

꒷˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒦︶꒷꒦˚꒷˚︶˚︶︶꒦꒷

L Lawliet

★ Assuming you don't make it obvious and tell him, "hey, I can read minds!" and are careful what you say, you will still find yourself having a hard time laying low with L around.

★ A lot of this depends on who you are and how you act, so I'm giving only one take on it

★ If you are reading L's mind and you say out loud something that he was getting to, it won't stun him right away.

★ But if this happens consistently, repeatedly? That will strike his curiosity. "...Yes. That's just what I was about to say," he'd tell you, all the while his eyes not leaving you.

★ If you're trying to get his attention, then not being subtle is definitely the way to go.

★ He might be paranoid; he knows something's up. Was he just getting too predictable? This could be worrisome for him.

★ Sure other people are able to figure out what L is thinking from time to time, but to repeat his thoughts, word for word? Now it was just getting very, very strange.

★ L jokes and calls you a mind reader. You just giggle. No confirming nor denying it.

★ So L decides to test his theory - it wasn't so hard, really - he decided to try and trick you, and himself, into thinking something, but then saying something completely different.

★ "So, can you really read minds? Or do you just have incredible intuition?" After some pressure, you come clean and admit that you can in fact, read minds. No wonder you didn't say it - most would think you're crazy. But L, being himself, is a bit unorthodox himself.

★ He then requests that you repeat each and every thought he has over the course of a minute, and you agree. Each moment L gets more and more intrigued. He's a fair mix of being confused, and shocked but it doesn't show.

★ After it's been completely proven (even with him going so far as to think of an obscure childhood memory there's no possible way you could have known otherwise), and once he's satisfied with confirming this 100%, he would think about it for a bit.

★ I can see him requesting you for help every so often with a case or problem. Although "mind reading" isn't sound enough evidence in court, it could definitely be useful in getting information out of criminals. Without you have to interact with them, you could potentially help tip off L and give him important information.

★ To be honest I feel like being with someone who is a mind reader 24/7 would be frustrating for L. He's very mysterious and leads a very private life. Having that wall is important to him as is protecting himself - if you were able to read into his mind constantly ai think that would leave him feeling vulnerable and uncomfortable.

★ However with trust, it may be possible.

Light Yagami

★ Honestly, this would be very frustrating for Light as well

★ But I think this would make him fairly attracted to you.

★ If you're not incredibly smart, you could at least fake it til you make it by reading Lights mind.

★ Messing with him in university, you could get by and pass almost everything on reading his mind alone, I bet.

★ Light would easily begin to see you as a rival, it would be a mixture of him becoming very attracted to you and hating you.

★ He'd try to get to know you - he was used to being popular in the dating game so he was confident. Still, he knew you wouldn't be easy.

★ And when he knew, you knew.

★ You played hard to get, teased him about it, and maybe the two of you made a game out of it. After some cat-and-mouse, you agree to a date.

★ He expresses how intrigued he is with your mind, since it seems so similar to his (full of himself much?) and you entertain him for a while before stating plain and simply, that you can read minds.

★ He laughs and gets annoyed when you persist. Then, he tells you, "Prove it."

★ "Okay," you say. You tell him how you knew he was stuck on one of the problems during that test you both took a while ago. You told him how he was thinking about how sexy you looked in your outfit, but he'd never admit that to you 'because I can't compliment (Y/N) like that just yet.'

★ He blushes with anger, and you give more proof. Then, that fades away, along with every drop of color from his face. You must know. You had to know. He's Kira.

★ You give him a wicked smirk and, assuming your thoughts align with Kira's...

★ "Looks like we'll be doing a lot of extra curricular activities together from now on, huh?" you say.

★ Light can only return your smile - you just became much more attractive to him now.

୨୧ Pardon me friend, hope this was okay! I only did L and Light because they were all I had the ideas for. Thank you once more for requesting! ୨୧

#death note x reader #light yagami #l lawliet #death note #l x reader #light x reader

[sheoutcasted]

      hiiiii doves!!  (♡´ω`♡)  i’m amanda  (20, she/her)  and i am suuuuper excited to be back;  i can’t wait to properly meet all of you  +  your muses!!

under the cut, you’ll find some information on my lovely little bean, dreamer (yes that’s her real birth name) delamora, as well as some connection ideas  ♥♥

i.   profile,

full name.   ›   dreamer rose delamora

nickname(s).   ›   dream, little dreamer (only by her mother)

age.   ›   19 years old

gender, pronouns.   ›   cis woman, she/her

sexuality.   ›   bisexual

major.   ›   education

aesthetics.   ›   oversized sweaters with skater skirts, muted colour palette, messy braids, true crime videos at 2am, pouring emotions into an original song, the echo of a recognizable laugh

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ii.   important information,

› born and raised by a single mother in valencia, spain;  her mother didn’t have much money but still tried to give her daughter the best.  her grandparents would often look after her while her mother was working 2 - 3 jobs in order to make a comfortable living

›  when dreamer was 6, her mother met zacarious (zac) souza and it was genuinely love at first sight  -  they instantly clicked and were inseparable. 2 months later, they’re in a relationship. 1 month after they made things official, dreamer and her mother moved in with him in a 3-bedroom apartment. life is really looking up at this point

›  when dreamer was 13, she started getting alienated by her peers at school. she never really knew or even understood why  -  though it might’ve been because of her generally weird nature  (i mean, who goes up to people with a white bedsheet over them  &  screams BOO! at people?).  as a means of feeling less lonely, dreamer started learning how to play guitar;  it took her a while but once she got the hang of it, she would sneak into restricted areas with her acoustic guitar and play and smoke weed for hours on end.

(MISSING PERSON TW)  ›   when dreamer was 15, she got awoken from a phone call one evening; her (step-)father is frantic, asking if she’d seen or heard from her mother.  she hadn’t;  not in about a day, in fact, which was quite strange considering how close they were. the day after, her mother is filed as a missing person.  hours upon hours are spent trying to find her but it’s to no avail.  rose delamore up and vanished off the face of the earth.  dreamer was even more alienated after this.

›   when dreamer was 16, zac legally adopted her.  the trio  - dreamer, her mother and zac  -  had always been a family; right from the start.  and now that her mother was gone, zac felt responsible for her (which was completely okay in his books; he loves her like his own).  it’s also then that he told her about her mother’s secret college fund for her;  finding out about this made her sob.

›  when dreamer was 18, she finally decided on a school: château campus.  it’s beautiful and she knew in her heart that her mother would be proud of her for picking such a place  -  the pair had started from the bitter bottom and now, dreamer is going to a breathtaking school to study.  her father was most definitely proud of her.  dreamer, herself, on the other hand, has mixed emotions.  she grew up an outcast and now she’s moving to a place where no one knows her name.  things were going to change  -  she made a promise to herself to get out of this outcast label and have a good time at the campus.

›  dreamer is 19 now and settling into the campus.  she’s made a few friends so far  &  already knows who she won’t click with.  she constantly tries to fight her socially awkwardness; sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.  keeping her promise to herself to break out of her shell might prove to be difficult considering she’s only ever been an outcast growing up and has no idea how not to be one.

other random info,

›  her name is dreamer because when her mother was pregnant with her, she was literally like “hahah, what if i named my kid dreamer” as a joke but it ended up sticking because she literally just couldn’t find another name that she liked

›  her mother is a very, very touchy subject for her  &  even after a few years, she can’t talk (or even think) about her without wanting to burst into tears.  dreamer actually always has one of her mother’s favourite necklaces on  -  it’s a beautiful rosegold locket necklace with a photo of their little family in it;  she literally refuses to take it off.

(DEATH TW)  ›  at this point, dreamer thinks her mother is deceased  -  she’s been told by authorities that the likelihood of her being found alive at this point would be very, very slim so as a means of like, making it a bit easier to cope with her mother being missing. dreamer just tells people that her mother is dead  (to avoid the complicated and heartbreaking real story that she’s a missing person).

›  dreamer is genuinely one of the best frigging friends ever  -  if you need someone, even at ungodly hours, she won’t hesitate to get up and be there for you.  she didn’t have very many genuine friends going up so having them is really exciting to her.

(ANXIETY TW)   ›  she has undiagnosed social anxiety and suffers from the occasional anxiety / panic attack when in social situations (like parties or gatherings).  because of the promise she made herself, she’s been trying to push herself a bit more to go to said social situations and stay as long as she can.  she’s honestly really proud of herself for this because she would avoid every social gathering growing up like they were the cheese from diary of a wimpy kid and she’d get the cheese touch if she went.

›  she’s reeeaaalllyy interested in true crime  +  unsolved mysteries.  this honestly might just be something of a coping mechanism so she doesn’t feel so alone (cause her mother is basically an unsolved mystery).  she finds it so interesting, in fact, that if she didn’t want to be a music teacher so badly, she would’ve been a detective.

›  this is just a random headcanon but she gives the best hugs :) and also makes the best brownies.

iii.   wanted connections,

best friend.   ›   when you first saw dreamer, you could sense those “lost puppy” vibes and decided to offer your friendship.  there was an instant click between the two of you and she considers you to be one of her best friends at this point.  ( 0 / 1 )

bully & mutual dislike.   ›   from the moment you saw her, you knew that dreamer was the perfect target.  quiet, non-argumentative, visibly awkward.  your words play on repeat in dreamer’s mind at night.  she doesn’t like you at all and goes to great lengths to avoid you.  ( 0 / 1 )

one-sided (or mutual) crush.   ›   you know those scenes in movies where the beautiful person walks in slow motion, their hair blowing perfectly in the wind, sparkles fluttering around them.  that’s what dreamer saw the very first time she laid eyes on you and she hasn’t been able to shake off the butterflies since. at this point, you two are friends  &  whether or not that prior-mentioned feeling is mutual is totally up in the air.  ( 0 / 1 )

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[aspirinaeffervescente]

Good Omens: Italian and French version.

I read for the first time Good Omens in English thinking that the religious topic would be a bother to me but was actually very enjoyable. 

Then I decided to read it in Italian and French, and I saw the series in these 3 languages to see the differences between the sub/dub and guys...what experience.  So here a list of strange differences that made me laugh/cry/get angry as fuck cause knowing different languages is always a funny road to Hell:

--In Italian, the tittle’s book isn’t Good Omens (that should translate in Buona profezia), but it would sound weird, so they changed it in “Buona Apocalisse a tutti!” (Happy Apocalypse, Everyone!) Honestly, a mood.

--Let’s take a moment to appreciate the two covers book of two different editions from the Italian version. I have the first one where we have this two cute thingy embraced and the second one is...ahahah just look how Crowley seems distraught by Aziraphale. I can hear him muttering “What the fuck, angel.”

--When in a book/series they change the name of some character it’s always a pain to me but at least in Good Omens made me laugh so hard that I felt sick so I think that at the end of the day is fine. In the Italian version, Aziraphale is “Azraphel”, and I can still hear the translators discussing: “Oh, Aziraphale is too difficult to pronounce, we should change it.” “Ok, how should we call him?” “Azraphel.” “But...” “It’s easier to pronounce.” *whispering* “Dude, it isn’t.” --But in the French version, they did even worse since that “Anthony J. Crowley” is “Terrence Rampa”. (Why. Just why. Have you all drunk too much champagne in the shadow of the Eiffel tower on a full moon? How could you ever think it was a good idea? It isn’t pronounced more easily, I don’t have a perfect French pronunciation, but Terrence Rampa doesn’t sound better in French. For the love of someone, stop it.) While in the series is Anthony J. Rampa. (You just decided to make angry, admit it.) --The “Angel” thingy. Ok, you see, Angelo in Italian is a common name (it’s one of my brother’s names lmao) and God forbid we get confused so in the book we have “Angioletto.” (little angel but 300% cuter) and we have “Angelo Mio” (My angel, but you should read it like a lover gently whispering this on your ear while you’re waking after a night you spent kissing in bed, cause I’m pretty sure 100% of the people thought about this while they were reading it.) --The “Angel” thingy in French is even more romantic. You can’t call me “Mon Ange” without make me going on a mental trip where we will get married in a summer day on the beach, and then spend the rest of my life cooking something nice for lunch while our children, Mohamed and Genevieve, play soccer together, and my lovely wife is tending the garden. (Cause we don’t stand for gender roles) --The voices. Ok, maybe is cause I saw Good Omens with the original audio too many times...but how is it possible that we fucked up with the actor dubber? Guys, we’re usually good at this. Crowley's voice is Christian Iansante that it wasn’t a big surprise and a little less disappointing since I spent all my childhood hearing his voice since he dubbed the tenth doctor. But Aziraphale’s voice is so wrong. Isn’t him at all. 0/100 guys, they didn’t even try.  --In the French version Aziraphale is perfect cause...he’s so anxious. It made me laugh so hard, there’s the car scene where is going to have a heart attack.  The Bastille scene made me crack cause I was curious to know how they would show that he didn’t know how to speak french (How’s that possible? I mean he talks Japanese but not french? but...during Madame Tracy’s possession he asks “Parlez-vous français?” Aziraphale, just admit you wanted to show your bomb-ass outfit to Crowley and get over it.) ahem, anyway, in that scene he just stutters and says “Sorry, I’m anxious.” My father reaction was: *whipping his own tears away* “Me too, Aziraphale.”

--Ligur French’s voice is sexy. Like...obscenely hot.  I watched the french version for the first time with my girlfriend (she’s French) and the conversation after his first line was like: *Ligur first line* My girlfriend: “Oh, oui, bend me over your desk Monsieur Ligur and punish me cause I’ve been a bad girl.” “Babe, I’m still here.” *Ligur’s second line* “Ok, I see your point, but still...” We also had a little fight over “Is the Crowley-radio-version voice or Ligur French voice sexier?” and seems like, after a night spent discussing, Ligur won, but I still stand for Crowley’s voice being sexier just for the principle of things.  --In the Italian version Crowley doesn't say “Ciao.” but “au revoir“ and when Ligur asked, “What does it mean?”  Hastur said “French, it means food.” but the word “French” is told with so much disgust that made me crack cause I see that we still put our long rivalry between French and Italians on display. Knowing this is so much funnier. 

--Again, the Italian's version book made a change that I didn’t understand for a long time (we discussed it with my father for so long and drag in this hellhole my whole family) cause in the book Crowley isn’t a demon but a devil. After so long, my grandmother just dropped the bomb informing us that “Demons are good or bad entities, but devils are the fallen angels who revolted against God and followed Satan.” so it’s more accurate say to say Crowley is a devil, not a demon.  Honestly, I think that in Good Omens universe works better the word demon since the whole point of the book was that angels and demons aren’t good or evil, they just playing their role but they can be as much good as evil. (Aziraphale is a bastard, Crowley is kind) --Remaining on this topic for a moment, I always had this feeling that the angels are more similar from the Muslim vision of angels. For them, Angels can have flaws and make mistakes and aren’t perfect since only God is perfect. Or at least, I’m atheist, and my cousin explained this to me, so I’m open to any discussion.

--Wow. In the french version Crowley (I refuse to call him Rampa) is rude. He calls Aziraphale “Ducon” that is a common swear in French but disagreeable, Crowley wouldn’t ever call Aziraphale that way. Crowley, I know that you just had a tough week but wow, not cool buddy.

  --I mean, I knew that watching Good Omens in French and Italian would make me cry considering we don’t have the whole gender-neutral pronouns, but I don’t see why you should confusing me this way. At least French decided to stay with one pronoun and deal with it while Italian is just...ok, I understand we are chaotic by nature but can we stop just for a moment? God has a female voice (good, cause I would have riot) but they use male pronouns for them. Why? Too worried to get excommunicated by the pope? We still get anxious at the idea that God could be a woman? Guys, it’s 2020, get over it. Michael pronouns are male, and this is fair to me cause I have a whole headcanon about this and I will write it soon.  Pollution pronouns are female, male, female again. The translator must have thought “If we change enough times, they won’t notice.” Beelzebub is female (Uhm), but they still use “Lord” Beelzebub and it’s ok I presume (Hey, women can be Lords too!) No, it sounds horrible considering we had this bad habit to translate everything...Signor Beelzebub sounds like they’re in charge of a carnival parade, not Hell. We could stay with “Lord” and no one would get confused by this cause we know that “Lord” is a noble title in England and this is a British comedy. We don’t have to translate everything-everything.  I mean, for these characters...why didn’t use the plural? Would sound a bit weird at start maybe but at least no one would be offended. (Not that I’m offended, to be clear, but someone could be.)

--The Italian version made me burst in flame at some point when I noticed that they tried to cancel the whole thing “Aziraphale and Crowley are a couple” avoiding every time the “my angel” in the dubb. I didn’t notice the first time, but Hell. Fortunately, Micheal Sheen and David Tennant make us saw the love even without words. Also, a point for Christian Iansante, Crowley’s dubber, cause he can make a high pitch voice when his character is panicking. We cried for “Non Voglio Andarmene.” (I don’t want to go) from Doctor who with him, we cried for the bookshop fire cause Crowley is 1000% more upset than the original version. (We stand for the drama) At the end of the day, I still remain on the facts that books and series/films should be read/watch with the original audio. I also think that reading/watching them in other languages is very interesting and a lot of fun, so I don’t think I have a definite opinion. It’s just fun. For the voices, I was convinced by Crowley for the Italian version and for Aziraphale from the french, while Italian Aziraphale is a big no and “Rampa” is rude and seems...he isn’t Crowley. I don’t know how to explain.  From the back, someone is saying that the only voice that is winning is PornFrenchLigur and I have to agree with this.

#good omens #italian good omens #french good omens #buona apocalisse a tutti #de bons presages #good omens meta #writer on tumblr

[zach-bastiaans]

Full Name: Zachariah Bastiaans (Bàs-tì-aans) Gender: Agender Pronouns: He/him Age/birthday: 35 years old, 9th of June Species: Human

Occupation: Activist Family: a father back in Manchester, UK Alignment: Chaotic Good Sexuality: Asexual

Personality

+ Passionate, Resourceful, Loyal, Appreciative, Articulate, Calm, Curious, Generous, Forgiving, Idealistic, Logical, Sympathetic, Steadfast, Warm -/+ Skeptical, Deceptive, Determined, Political, Outspoken,  - Anxious, Calculating, Cynical, Escapist, Fanatical, Imitative, Opinionated, Opportunistic, Single-minded

Background Summary

(full biography here)

Zachariah is originally from Manchester, the UK. He grew up an only child, raised by both his parents until his mother ran away at age four. His father has always been a distant man, treating Zach more like a computer program than an actual child. His role-models didn’t help in making him understand how human behaviour worked, and he went to school clearly socially immature. 

He lacked love, he lacked the ability to truly care about others, and he made up his mind quickly, which rendered him rather lonely growing up. He learned early on that the world was a fucked up place, and that most people really didn’t care about anything that didn’t happen right in front of them. So many issues that were never discussed, that might not even reach the news. And he was powerless to do anything about it. He didn’t want to be powerless. 

So Zachariah dropped out of high school, ventured into London, and took up the banner for those who were unable to. He joined protest after protest, rally after rally, all over the country. Pretty soon his causes and beliefs send him to the US, where social injustice was even more on the forefront than in the rainy country he grew up in. 

Zach was great at what he did. He could hold speeches like no other, he could convince people of his cause just by setting up arguments that were strong and delivered with passion. But he wasn’t well-liked. A lot of people found his participation in so many causes rather obscene, because Zach always went from cause to cause, even if the last one hadn’t been solved yet. Because, much to his own misunderstanding, he didn’t really care. He just cared that others didn’t care either. He thought it was his goal, his place, to make sure other people did find something important. He wanted to open people’s eyes, not necessarily for the right reasons. In thinking that he could show that he did care if he pointed out to others that they didn’t care enough, he might appear like any regular human being.

His latest group didn’t fall for any of that. They kicked him out of the van just as they were leaving a tank stop. Left to his own devices, Zach searched for something new to believe in. PETA drove him to Blackrock. But mystery would keep him there. 

Established Connections

Santíago “Santí” Zevallos (REDWOOD): Santi warned him, something was up with his little crew, his latest group of fellow activists. He didn’t want to believe that. He didn’t see the signs himself, and he kept up the ruse of fitting in for long. Yet, he wasn’t surprised when the inevitable happened. Now, not only him, but Santi too, has landed in Blackrock. Perhaps it’s more than just coincidence. 

OLEANDER (OPEN): Zach has fallen for them, unsure of the situation, of the true feelings this person might harbour. In Zach’s eyes, they’re like-minded people, both here to help. That’s what Zach believes, and it’s going to take a lot of red flags to change his mind. 

ARBUTUS (OPEN): There is one person who might be prone to help someone who wants a lot of information, and it is definitely the local Historian. Could they hit it off and strike up some friendship that is helpful to Zach’s cause, or are they perhaps far more suspicious of an outsider wanting to know everything about Blackrock’s history? 

Jamie Banks (CHESTNUT): Zach has had his run-ins with the law. 

Wanted Connections

The Mystery (OPEN): Zach has been finding Blackrock the oddest little place with a lot of mystery and secrecy. He’s not used to this kind of... town sentiment. With everything that has happened in the town as of late, he can’t help but see a lot of people acting out of the ordinary. YOU happen to be one of the worst, doing things that seemingly crash with Zach’s idea of human behaviour, and he tries to find out why.

The Friend (OPEN): Zach hasn’t had any friends in a long time. He’s always surrounded himself with people who are like-minded, but none of them have sticked around, because he’s never been much interested in these people. YOU are different though, you have opinions of your own, think Blackrock is a shabby town with mysterious, and cannot believe your luck that someone else wants to get to the bottom of it too!

The Fiend (OPEN): Never having been held back enough to share his thoughts, Zach would’ve gotten into Blackrock right away presenting himself as a member of PETA - without actually being a member of PETA - and YOU cannot stand those PETA fellows, nor someone as highly opinionated as Zach. 

The Naive (OPEN): smooth speeches and charming smiles have always worked well for Zach when he participated in protests and rallies, he has a way with words, throwing around facts and figures to help his point in a way that he knows will catch people’s attention. Holding eye-contact with YOU while spinning about the subject has made an impression. And you can’t help it that you believe him completely when he’s edging into the subject of conspiracy theories. 

The Victim (TAKEN by Clover): It doesn’t take long before Zach figures out YOU have a connection to what has been happening around Blackrock, and you’re high on his list of people to interview. But he isn’t sure how to go about this because he also cannot seem to find a way past your defences. 

The Rival (OPEN): Zach is not the only person who knows something is not right around Blackrock, the last few weeks the town has been getting a whole lot more attention, and he knows he has to move fast in order to get the story out there first. To spear-head his cause. YOU are also aware of some great secret, but you would rather completely fail that have someone else get the story out first. 

The Informant (OPEN to Wolves only): Zach is curious to the state of the house on the edge of town, the one where a lot of strange people live - if the locals are to be believed. He has run into YOU under false pretence, because he knows you live there, and he’s hoping to strike up some friendship so he can eventually get some information out of you. 

The Kindness of this Stranger (TAKEN by Hutch): Zach has never owned anything in his life. Aside from maybe that bike when he was fourteen, but since going into activism he has always been at the mercy of the kindness of others. He comes into Blackrock with just a small backpack and some hand-down clothing. YOU take him in against your better judgement. He promises to cook, fix things around the house, and do whatever he can to help, he just wants a place to stay until he can find a way to earn some money. 

The Researcher (OPEN): Zach spends a lot of time in the library, trying to collect all the information he can about Blackrock, or writing down what others have been telling him. YOU are also someone who enjoys putting their nose in a book and sucking up its contents, and sometimes reading in silence together can be a breeding herd for discussions. It might give both of you new insights. 

The Unrequited Love (OPEN): Zach’s kindness and understanding has been misread multiple times for being something ‘more’. He’s not new to it. But he’s often doesn’t notice until it is already far too late. YOU think he might like you, he’s always so kind and friendly, and he always listens. He returns your flirting awkwardly, and does notice when you’ve changed something about you. And you sort of like him too. That or you just really enjoy the idea of that attention. 

The Suspicion (TAKEN by Noémie): Zach tries to hide it, but he does show signs of his odd behaviour, anyone looking well enough can see that he has a fact-based-approach to certain situations, a way of behaving that is systematic rather than impulsive. YOU have seen this kind of behaviour before, and you know while it doesn’t mean that anything is wrong with him, something is off. 

The Love Interest (OPEN): Zach doesn’t really have a good awareness of what love feels like. He hasn’t yet found someone who comes across to them as being a friend either. YOU drive him crazy, because he’s never felt so safe and good with someone before. He notices things about you without actually using his skills of observation. He’s drawn to you in crowds, your presences makes him slightly give up on his cause. Could this be love? 

Headcanons/Development

School -> Zach has always had a thing for books, he loves reading about facts and figures he knows nothing about. He’s not overly-intelligent, but he is curious. Yet, he failed badly at school because he either got into fights with teachers or he just didn’t care about a subject when it didn’t draw his attention. 

Kindness of strangers -> Being an activist in the UK and being one in the US are very different worlds. Where in the UK Zach often slept on people’s couches, could do small jobs to earn some money for food, and would share whatever he brought in on the knowledge that others like him did the same, the US was far less communal. He found a way to deal with it eventually, but it included a lot more random jobs, setting himself aside as homeless or unemployed to be able to sleep somewhere or shower, and less kindness of strangers. He found a crew every once in a while, but part of him still longed to return to the UK, if his task here just wasn’t so great. 

Racism -> Zach has dealt with far more racism in the US than in the UK, which has led him to believe even firmer in that he needs to stay to make things better.

Accent -> despite being Manchester born, seven years in the US has completely destroyed any remaining accent he had before moving out of his father’s place. He had already gotten adjusted to the heavy London accent, picked up some Welsh and Scottish, and it seemed almost impossible not to get rid of his accent as he made the boat trip to the US. Because he stood out like a sore thumb. 

Passport -> Zach still has a UK passport that is bound to expire at some point. He has a fake visa that was gifted to him by someone he helped. Owns no bank-account, and has no actual criminal record - There are ways to get away with a lot of things if you have the right connections. 

Gender Identity -> Zach has never put a lot of emphasis on gender. He discussed the matter over once during a rally, with someone who knew a lot more on the subject than he did. After what seemed like a discussion with a large group that seemingly lasted for hours, Zach found something that he thought would show his opinion on the matter and on how he viewed himself. Not that he’s prone to discussing it with anyone, it’s just something he feels, not something that needs to be established towards others. It just helps him to understand himself better. 

Activism -> Zach has always thought that activism - whether protests or online - are the best way to get attention towards a certain cause. The world is blind to most of the suffering, they want to ignore it, but Zach believes that if many people take to the street and demand attention towards something, people have to listen. Because if people come together and all agree that something is wrong, nobody can ignore them.

Mental State/Lack of Love -> Zach’s idea of caring is either by being kind or by making sure people see what is really going wrong in the world. However, he’s always been fundamentally lacking in love from his home situation, and has undeveloped certain skills that are necessary to create a real connection with people. He thinks he understands, but much of what he does is from copying and studying other people. His behaviour borders on being autistic, but lack of self-awareness plays a big role in it as well. Young people often compare themselves to others, copy the interactions and mannerisms of those closest to them growing up. Zach often spend hours upon hours by himself while his father was at work, trying to read the books his father owned, that weren’t for kids at all. 

Asexuality -> where how he identifies as agender is something he’s okay with, being asexual has always made him feel incredibly strange and unnatural. He’s had sex once, but only because he felt pushed into it. As if having it was some rite of passage everyone was supposed to go through. And it would all make sense afterwards. Only it didn’t. He never called the girl back, and when he next talked about it - after much coaxing from his activist buddies - he learned about the term asexual. Despite now having the knowledge, the term still scares him, as if it means that he’s broken or something. 

#shipper #//this has gotten very long #//12 open connections come at me