#look he has the trans slouch

[phantasia-system]

i would let this man do unspeakable things to me.

#barney calhoun #half life #look he has the trans slouch #i would let him ruin my life #barney calhoun is sexy as fuck

[fizzigigsimmer]

This is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race

There's no following @bigdumbbambieyes but take this humble offering.

The Best You (Never) Had

written for @harringrove-relay-race

Rating: M

Pairing: Steve x Billy with a heavy dose of angst.

I was charmed and instantly driven insane by the absolutely bomb Harringrove playboy bunnies drawn by @adelacreations, and it inspired me to wonder about a trans femme Billy, running into her past at a strip club.

Enjoy the adventures of Bunny Hargrove.

And stay on the look out for what @robthegoodfellow has coming up!

When Billie left Hawkins she hadn’t looked to her future and seen herself working at a strip club. She certainly hadn’t foreseen the possibility of having to serve her high-school bully cheap food and lousy drinks in one once she’d made it back to Cali. But that’s exactly what seems to be in store for her – fuck her life.  

Five men occupy the half moon booth and table reserved mostly for bachelor parties and the occasional VIP. Billie’s coworker Amanda has been serving them food and drinks while they enjoy the sets of dancers on stage, but her wait shift is ending and Billie’s prepping to take over – tuning out the other woman as she complains about one of the men grabbing at her ass and being a poor tipper. 

It seems impossible, but somehow it’s happening. Steve Harrington is sitting right there, watching Lacey wiggle her ass in red spandex to a Katy Perry song.   

It’s been going on fifteen years, but Billie would recognize him anywhere. Same slouch to the shoulders and dreamy eyed stare – neither Lacey’s wild gyrations nor the conversation of the group he’s with enough to hold his full attention. Same stupid hair, although he’s changed the shape since high school. Now it’s held securely to one side by too much gel, and she just wants to break it up with her fingers. His laugh still doesn’t reach his eyes, and it probably says a lot about Billie, that some part of her is relieved to see that.  

Her rent might be too high, her boss might be a creep, and her ex is still full of shit, but Steve Harrington is still hanging around with guys like Tommy and faking a smile, so it balances the scales. 

He’s still gorgeous too, fuck him. Billie swallows and forces herself to look away, and not run away like the frantic beating of her heart suggests that she should. She’s got nothing to hide, and she’s not ashamed.  

There’s no reason at all she shouldn’t saunter right over to the table with the bachelor party Amanda was gracious enough to split with her (knowing all about her rent worries) and flirt her way to another month of financial security; except for the fact that even in this day and age, certain people still get funny about people like her and Billie knows these guys. 

Or rather, they knew her before – before she got out of Neil’s house, before freedom, before Billie. 

There’s no reason at all she shouldn’t go over there and take that table full of drunk losers, eager to blow their cash on the club's cheap booze and dancing girls, for all that they’re worth. Nothing besides fear. 

Fuck that. 

The group is laughing loudly about something as Billie saunters up, one last swarm of butterflies taking flight in her belly as Hagen turns his neck to squint blearily at her.  

God, that stupid smirk hasn’t changed a bit – wide and dopey like the dog he is, and mean in the eyes.  Those beetle browns look her over just like they did on her first day in Hawkins, assessing for strengths and weaknesses to exploit; and for a moment she remembers the terror of being under that gaze and all the others like it. The fear of being caught out consuming her, choking her, day after day. 

Sorry kid. Billie thinks to herself with a sway of her hips, right before parking herself up against the arm of the leather couch, warm skin brushing the sleeve on Tommy’s shoulder. The way that his lips part unconsciously as he gawks at her doesn’t make up for the past, but it still feels damn good. She’s a bad bitch and she knows it. Knew it back then but now she can show it and will kick ass if Tommy or any of his buddies decide they have a problem with it. 

But it’s not recognition of any kind on any of their faces, it’s lust. They leer at the shiny shorts that hug her thighs and the plunging neckline of her tiny top – her employer's idea of a uniform. Whatever vindication she feels on behalf of her pitiful high school self, she doesn’t actually care anymore what Tommy and the clones think. 

Billie finds her eyes going to Steve like they’re magnetized.  

She shouldn’t care what Harrington thinks either, and yet, there’s a stupid flutter in her chest (damn it) when Steve looks her over, eyes lingering just a hair too long on her chest to be anything other than interested, before he meets her eye. 

“Hey beautiful.” He leans forward a little, totally present now like he wasn’t before dripping charm he obviously learned in some board room working for daddy. And yet, there’s still some part of Billie that expects to wake up in bed back in the house on Cherry Street.  

“What’s your name?” Steve Harrington is definitely asking, her, like it’s just a pre-courser to getting her naked, and Billie shivers. Fuck is she doing this? 

“Hi Bambi, I’m Bunny.” She teases. Sees the line in the sand and walks right over it. Tommy howls like some chick likening his buddy to a baby deer is the most hilarious shit, and it sets the others off, oohing and ahhing and generally acting like fools as they rib Harrington. 

But Steve ignores them, and the way he jolts a little when he hears that name, eyes narrowing on her in wary confusion, goes straight to her clit. Shit. One of these days her hard on for danger is gonna get her killed. But today it’s got her heart thumping and her pussy dripping as she clenches around nothing, like he’s already sliding inside where she obviously still wants him. She needs better taste in men. She’s sure her mama would have said she gets her poor taste from her if she’d stuck around long enough while Billie was growing up. 

“I’m a sucker for big pretty brown eyes.” She winks at him, sugar sweet and he seems to settle a little. “Can I get you another round of drinks, or are you in the mood for something better?” 

“Bunny.” He ignores the question to turn her show name over on his tongue, slow and curious like he’s tasting it. “Are you on tonight?” He asks, gaze twitching toward the stage and back. 

“You calling me a stripper Bambi?” 

“It is a strip club, and with a name like Bunny.” 

Billie laughs and Steve’s mouth slides into a satisfied smirk, like that was always the end goal. Tommy rolls his eyes and pouts like an overgrown toddler, “Didn’t you date a chick named Trixie?” 

“Yeah. So?” Steve drawls in reply, his focus momentarily shifting from Billie and back to Tommy, which if Billie’s memory serves, is exactly how Tommy likes it. 

This is a bad idea. Such a bad idea. God, Hagen really hasn’t changed, but neither has Steve. Those dry little dig and the arch of his eyebrows are so familiar she feels a strange sort of relief. Like there was something inside her that had been counting down since the last time she saw him, afraid that he’d change and become lost to memory. 

Fuck. That sounds – it’s not, what it sounds. 

“So, you can’t tell a stripper by their name is all I’m saying.” 

“Dude, are you serious? I met Trixie because you paid for her to show up at my apartment dressed like a police officer and give me a lap dance on my birthday.” 

Now there’s an idea, Billie thinks as Tommy, remembering the incident, smiles sheepishly.  

“I’m not dancing tonight, no.” Billie finally answers his question, pulling Steve’s attention back and a shiver goes down her spine when his eyes snap to her. “But I wouldn’t say no to tying you up and having my way with you, Pretty Boy.” 

She doesn’t have to wonder if Steve remembers her the way she remembers him. If the words Billie had said and the insults, she’d flung had burrowed under his skin to live with him the same way Billie lives with his.  

Steve flinches, his eyes narrowing sharply on her, and it’s barely perceptible but she catches it before he’s being nudged at and jostled from both sides by his buddies as they hoot and holler about how he’s been chosen.  

He never stops looking at her. 

The only one who doesn’t seem absolutely thrilled for him to get picked up by some babe in a seedy strip club in Santa Monica is Tommy, who grumbles something about the attention being wasted on Steve. 

For the first time Billie wonders if he might be the bachelor about to get hitched – and she’s the one to flinch this time, as her eyes dart down to his hand. The ring finger is empty, which doesn’t really prove anything, but the pale strip of skin she finds there tells its own story.  

Divorced? Long engagement? Married already perhaps and out to prove the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree? Fuck she hopes it’s not the last one. Not because it would change anything for her. Maybe it would, if she were a nicer person, but she’s not the married one, and if she started splitting hairs about fooling around with married men her tip jar would be a whole lot emptier each month. 

No. She just plain doesn’t want him to be attached. The thought makes her chest twist up inside and the bottom of her stomach feel like it’s going to fall right out her ass – the same fucked up emotional constipation she’d felt watching him run through the female population of Hawkins High like he was trying to make them all forget they’d watched Nancy Wheeler take his balls and then make an absolute fool of him.  

“Thanks for the offer, Bunny -” Steve starts, and she can hear the butt coming as clear as the others can if the sudden swell of groans is anything to go by. 

“Harrington! Come on man.” 

“Boo!” 

“See what I mean? That’s a fucking ten right there, and you’re going to blow it over some bitch who doesn’t even want you?!” Screeches Tommy. 

Bingo. Thank you, Tommy, with the big mouth. So, it’s divorced. Separated but still holding on to the past – just like old times. 

It makes her smile a little mean as she leans toward him, holding his gaze, purrs - “You scared, Bambi? Worried I might break you?” 

Steve clamps his mouth shut. His eyes blaze at her and her throat goes dry. 

“Oh ho! Careful now darlin, our Stevie boys got a pretty big ego. You might not want to poke that bull if you’re not ready for the ride.” One of the bros says with the kind of glint in his eye that says he lives for ‘big egos’ putting little women like her into place. Fucking prick. 

Steve seems to think so too because he mutters, “Shuttup Andy” as he reaches in his pocket for his wallet. 

“How much?” he asks her, sounding bored. It’s bullshit. Billie licks her lip in triumph. 

“Fifty for a lap dance here at the table, fifty more if you want to see some tit.”  

“How much for a private show?” 

Her breath hitches, her stomach tightening in her eagerness, but somehow, she keeps the breath out of her tone as she replies. 

“Depends on what you want to see.” She answers, and without so much as a pause Harrington smiles – challenges. 

“Everything.” 

Fuck. She’s doing this. 

She’s not delusional enough to think that fucking him is going to heal her inner child or whatever, and while she firmly believes she doesn’t owe every one night stand a complete rundown of her medical history, she’s fully aware of how this is different – of what the upstanding thing to do would be. 

But then Billie remembers the way Steve had started pushing back after their fight that strange night at the Byers house; the way he’d swooped in and pulled the rug out from under her – reclaiming his spot as top dog, just by existing. No begging. No apologies. He just opened the doors to that mansion he lived in and rang the bell, and Tommy and the rest had come looking for supper.  

She remembers the cruel things he said to her as he flaunted his big house and fancy car, rubbing in how quickly it was over once he made it a real contest; because however shiny and new Billie had been to those kids, she was still just trash under it all. Angry white trash going nowhere fast, while Steve was Mr. Somebody. Once he’d pulled his head out of Wheeler’s ass and remembered it, he’d made turning the school against Billie his new focus.  

Pushed further and further to the fringes, Billie’s only choice to keep the jackals at bay had been to fight them off until people got the message and started avoiding her altogether.  

She’s not claiming victim. She knows damn well who started the fight – that it was her own demons that drove her to lash out and try and prove her dominance over him – and that after that night at the Byers, Steve had especially no reason to take mercy on her. 

But just because she’d asked for the fight doesn’t mean taking a beating hadn’t nearly pushed her to the edge. 

Billie swallows back the taste of bitterness in her mouth, from the memory of being alone, broken and desperate, aching to be near someone who loathed her and yearning for the looks he gave so easily to other girls. 

Except now he is – King Steve – looking at Billie Hargrove like he wants her. Like he’d empty out his wallet and spend all of that nepo baby salary just for the chance to get at her; and like hell is she going to turn it away. Revenge couldn’t get sweeter than this. The only thing that could make it better is if he knew. It’s me on your mind. Me you can’t ignore. Me you can’t walk away from. 

But it’s just a fantasy. The reality him recognizing her now or later has her swinging from vicious jubilation toward mind numbing panic on a dime. 

Regardless - Steve Harrington stands up, ignoring the cheers of his drunk friends, eyes locked with hers – and Billie Hargrove makes her own choices. 

Billie is going to ride Steve until he sees God, hollowed be her name. Because she wants him (still) and he finally wants her. Just for once. That’s all she needs.  

She can worry about the aftermath after. 

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #harringrove relay race #trans femme Billy Hargrove #Billie Hargrove is a bad bitch and she makes no apologies #nor should she #Also love that her working name is Bunny #Bunny x Bambi forever lol

[luffyrose]

Dc x Dp Blurb #3

It's late, I'm tired and on my phone so it's weird writing here but I must share this one instantly.

So, I saw a Trans Danny AND Trans Jazz thing earlier and I lost it. The idea that they both are is so good to me, and I have so much angst for it.

Just, neither of their parents even REMEMBER that they're trans. Like Danny's their son, Jazz is their daughter....but only because they know they have one daughter one son and clearly that was correct, not because they remember they're both trans. Acceptance through negligence basically.

Also side note but totally an au where the kids at school know and are like "Hell yeah you go!" About the trans stuff. Dash will push Danny into a locker but if he hears someone deadname his nerd friend he's taking a note from the ghosts and breaking shit.

Now the crossover aspect that's been invading my brain. Danny is visiting Gotham temporarily for something and is just like not hiding that he's trans, he's got a lol pin of the flag on his bag. Class trip with the Fentons being some of the supervisors, they came along to see if Batman was a ghost, and Danny us just very tired at this point. He's king of the realms, come to a midpoint with his 'rogues' after realizing it was more a ghost thing than a hate thing for 99% of them, and finally become friends with most of his class even if Dash still liked to mess with him.

Walking through the museum they're touring with Lancer, and a class from the local high school, Danny ends up near the edge of his classmates group next to the other school group. They're not avoiding one another but also not really talking, but this one kid just goes, "nice flag pin," before showing off the bisexual and polyamorous ones they have.

It's Tim. Because he saw the flag and went :O friend time. And also no one he talked to was with the group he was in, so he'd rather talk to this stranger who probably won't treat him differently since he doesn't know him.

The two talk as they are going, some of the other Casper high students chiming in since hey if a kid is nice to their weirdest classmate they're pretty okay in the books. (50/50 if the class know Danny is Phantom but they totally know he's different from all the osha violations in his house and most of them are so worried after really paying attention after they became friends).

Randomly Jack and Maddie come out of nowhere and grab Danny talking about something to do with ghosts, much to the apparent tiredness and even slight distaste on their kid's face, which they didn't even notice. Tim is unsure what is happening but seeing the dislike on the whole class's faces and some worried looks Danny got he's now wanting to go all detective on him because hey Danny's fun to talk to! Totally not because he's very very gay-

So after they leave, he causally tries to learn more about the two and why the class seemed to hate them, even why Danny himself didn't seem to want to be anywhere near his parents. Of course he tries to be subtle.

"So you're parents seem pretty accepting of you being trans, that's good!"

Maybe not so subtle, in his defense, he hasn't slept recently. Danny tried to smile at it though but completely failed, just giving up and slouching as he shrugged.

"More like they don't even remember."

So now Tim is concerned and confused, but much to his luck, the tour is over and the Casper students are leaving. He's worried about his new friend, even if they exchanged numbers, so he goes down a rabbit hole. Not only does he find suspicious stuff about this small town that was heavily deleted from many things, but he finds that Danny has a sibling. It's evident to him they're also trans from the few pictures before and after but the sibling's name isn't anywhere to be seen so he tries to dig deeper.

He pauses before going further down though to respond to some of Danny's messages. But his sleep deprived brain decided 'let's just ask'. So he asks a bit of questions about Danny. Like what's his town like? Any other family? Are they fine with you being trans, because he'll totally beat anyone who's not, etc. Danny answers them and in turn asks about the Waynes, mainly because Danny is not entirely convinced Bruce himself isn't weird like Vlad, but he does acknowledge that he's at least not evil.

Eventually Danny offhandedly mentions Jazz is trans to, and Tim being the detective he is is like "huh..." and asks if his parents were accepting of Jazz too. It's a while before he responds but Danny just says;

"They don't remember we are trans...so no problems or anything with it..."

Tim doesn't get the chance to say anything about it as Danny asks about something about him being poly and what his dad and siblings thought. Of course he replied but his mind was also reeling from the fact that Danny's parents literally don't pay attention to their kids enough to not realize both kids are trans.

They keep in touch and Tim puts investigating on the back burner some since while kinds neglectful they seem to be decent enough parents.

He regrets that though as Danny doesn't message him for nearly a month. It worries him enough to put that investigation back to the forefront. Of course he finds osha violation city in the Fenton's house, as well as the actual paranormal activity happening. What concerns him the most is that apparently the town hero, a ghost boy, is missing...from around the same time Danny stopped messaging.

It's a week into trying to find Danny that he gets a message from his number, except it's not Danny. It's Jazz. She asks Tim if Danny had gone to him, she was trying everyone since no one knew where he was. This sparks a big ol search.

Danny meanwhile ended up with a hero (any but Clark or Bats cuz we want some rarer family dynamic, the good juice) after crash landing, most literally, right by em. The hero, I'm thinking Hal or Barry idk, is too busy trying to help this random powerful teenager who was bleeding way too too much to not have some regeneration ability.

After some drama of trying to find Danny, and Jazz, Tucker, Sam, and Tim knowing identities(Danny's included) because Tucker accidentally hacked around and found out, hero parent of Danny shows up with said boy closely in tow to a meeting after their surprise break from league work and Tim just jumps up and doesn't even remember that Danny doesn't know his identity.

Danny panics initially but quickly realizes it's Tim and finally gets back in contact with Jazz and all of his friends/classmates who had most definitely stormed a GIW lab in his absence. The league is confused and it's a whole mess before Danny trauma dumps on em and Tim as RR just admits this all started because he saw the trans pin.

My brain is rambling too much for this now, but basically lotta trauma, the league appalled and Danny getting a good family after everything is settled. His classmates so visit him and Tim, Kon, and him date because I feel like Danny would meet him, learn he's a clone (after being very gay for a moment) and just be like "heck yeah, my younger sister is a clone" which also caused more panic but like gay trio.

I'm gonna go sleep now, enjoy the angst and randomness this blurb is-

Remember these are free to take and do whatever you please with them, it's just random ideas/thoughts that I have but don't plan to do anything with for the foreseeable future!

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc comics #ghost king danny #dc #dcmultiverse #tim drake #dash baxter #jazz fenton #jasmine fenton #I just think that their parents not remembering because they still have one son one daughter and not realizing it swapped is so angsty #like #that's almost worse than them not accepting because hey #they just don't care enough to even notice nor remember #they use the right names and pronouns sure but only because they already sometimes forget their kids names when they've been focused #tim is horrified by this #and he hyper focuses on stuff so he KNOWS you can still pay attention to others #it's like a bare minimum and they still failed it so he's baffled #then Danny goes missing #and Tim is like “welp- fuck” and chaos ensued #meanwhile Danny was crying in a blanket with a cup of hot coco with his resident new parent rubbing his back #it's the spiderman meme when Danny shows up with hero #and the whole halfa thing was already a mess to explain #so he just trauma dumped instead if explaining it to the league #didn't help much but hey at least they couldn't all adopt him #tim and kon dating him was just a lil spice and happy to the idea #also the class being chill with danny was some good spice #cuz I love dash having standards and just befriending danny after a bit because it was just teenage angst things

[raventhedracovis]

tell us about wordgirl bestie!

Will gladly use this as an opportunity to talk about a few headcanons that are canon in mine and @c0de-0f-the-clans reboot!

I'll stick with the characters we've done line ups for for now. Which would be: Becky/Wordgirl, Huggy, Tobey, Dr. Two-Brains, Chuck, The Butcher, Charlie, The Other Henchman, The Whammer, Invisi-Bill, Big Left Hand Guy, Ms. Question, and The Coach.

Becky/Wordgirl (or course we're starting with the girl herself):

Bi. She just is. I don't make the rules. Yes I do >:3

Non-binary but uses she/her pronouns. Comes from noticing in the show how casual she is with referring to herself as "mister". Even lampshaded in the Thanksgiving episode when she says "no more mister nice Becky! ... Or miss Becky. Either one :)".

She's got two birthdays, the day her parents adopted her and the approximate date she was actually born. Her birthday is always celebrated September 28th, but her actual birthday is closer to December 16th.

Part of the reason Becky sucks at art so much is because she sees way more colors than humans can perceive. A color combination that looks good to her just looks ugly or like the same shade of brown. Though even without the whole "painting with colors beyond human perception" thing she just generally sucks at art.

Becky is autistic and stims by pulling and messing with her hair. We also decided she has a bee necklace and she fidgets with it too.

Her full name is Rebecca but goes by Becky.

She's currently 4'5" and the shortest in her grade. When she's all grown up she's going to tower over her friends at around six feet (or more).

Bob/Captain Huggy Face:

Captain Huggy Face is not his real name (or title but I'll get to that in a later post). It's just the name Wordgirl came up with on the spot.

Just like Becky, Bob is only his nickname. Robert is his full name in the family.

Pan.

Non-binary as well. Just his vibes.

By Lexicon standards, he's considered colorblind. By Earth standards, he's not fhdh.

In his late 20's, but part of the reason is for a different post.

Chuck the Evil Sandwich-Making Guy

Trans man <3

Demi pan.

Chuck's full name is Charles Edward Guy.

Chuck is in his early 20's, a headcanon we pulled thanks to a flashback in the show where Tim and Sally are clearly around the same age they found and adopted Becky but Chuck is oh so small.

Dr. Two-Brains

He stands at 6'5" but slouches a lot and therefore looks more like 6'3".

Technically has three birthdays! One for Steven, one for Squeaky, and one for the day the two fused.

Pan. Can and will flirt with anyone and everything.

In his late 30's.

The Henchmen

The other henchman is Joey Meatball. We both had different ideas of what his name was and thought the combined name was funny.

The two are romantically involved <3

Charlie is 6'7", the other one is 5'2".

Both are in their 40's.

The Butcher

He's 6'9". Big man.

His full name is Jack Edison Shepherd Jr. He went by Butch for a while as a kid, and it kind of stuck.

Bi

The reason he struggles with words so much is because he has an expressive language disorder.

In his early 40's.

Tobey

While he was the tallest kid in 5th grade, he's only gonna be 5'4" all grown up, and it's going to make him so, so mad jhkdg.

We have also hit him with the autism beam.

He had braces at some point, as evidenced by a retainer that can be seen by his bed in most episodes. We have however, just given him braces in our reboot.

Tobey has anxious attachment style. Something I can literally talk about in paragraphs (and have. Twice.) and will probably share another day.

His birthday is reverse pi, 4/13.

The Whammer

The Whammer is half Greek, half Texan, and 100% professional wrestler. His father is a Greek immigrant who got into the professional wrestling career where he met The Whammer's mother, a professional wrestler from Texas.

His real name is Adam Minos.

Was supposed to follow in his parents' footprints and apprenticed under his dad. Unfortunately, his powers where deemed illegal for use in the ring.

In his early 20's.

He's 5'8".

Gay.

Invisi-Bill

He is romantically involved with Big Left Hand Guy. :]

In his early 30's.

He has ADHD.

Stands at about 5'11".

Gay.

Big Left Hand Guy

He is romantically involved with Invisi-Bill. :]

He's related to one of the reoccurring bank security guards.

Has anxiety.

In his late 30's.

He's 5'1".

Gay.

Ms. Question

Trans and non-binary. She's non-binary in the sense that she dodges any questions about her gender. No matter what, she will make you second guess yourself when you try to give her a label.

She's Afro-Latina.

Bicurious, because she's also dodge the question jdfkgh.

Her civilian name is Anne Neasia.

In her early 30's.

Very tall woman. Stands at 6'.

The Coach

The Coach has dwarfism. He stands at 4'8".

He's related to Timmy Tim-Bo. It's why he keeps him around.

In his late 40's.

#Wordgirl #becky botsford #bob botsford #captain huggyface #chuck the evil sandwich making guy #dr two brains #the butcher #tobey mcallister iii #the whammer #invisibill #big left hand guy #ms question #the coach

[oxydiane]

Before bed thought: FTM Harry who was secretly happy the Dursleys would never force him to wear skirts or dresses, who was secretly happy with Dudley’s hand-me-downs. Trans boy Harry who is barely perceived by the people in his life for his entire childhood and it makes him somewhat happy because that means nobody is there to remind him that when outsiders look at his scrawny frame in oversized clothes, they still see a girl. And then he is thrown into a world in which everybody knows his name, his wrong name. He is overly aware of just how much everybody perceives him. He sits with Ron in the Gryffindor common room one evening, everything quiet as he breathes ‘what if… What if I wasn’t the Girl-Who-Lived?’ Ron stares at him, confused. ‘What if I was the Boy-Who-Lived instead?’ His best friend blinks a few times and silently takes him in; his bird nest of a mop of hair that has always refused to grow past his nape, the trousers of his uniform he stubbornly insisted on wearing because ‘skirts are just too uncomfortable, I’m not used to them anyways’ and the way he slouches, always seems to be trying to make himself smaller. Something clicks. Ron smiles, ‘I reckon that would be pretty wicked, you know, we’ll — we’d share a dorm, wouldn’t that be cool?’ Harry nods. Yeah, sharing the boys’ dorm with Ron did seem pretty cool.

#i have feelings #gn its late #soo writes #soo talks #headcanon #harry potter #harry james potter #ron wealsey #trans harry potter #ftm #ftm harry potter #trans headcanon #ronarry #rarry #platonic for now but you get my drift #trans boy harry potter #fuck the dursleys #👎👎👎

[wordgirlexploration]

Now that we have two new ref line ups, allow me to share with y'all some headcanons for some of them!

Rex/Kid Math

Most of our Kid Math takes are based off of FountainPenguin's two Kid Math fics: Factor It In and AlgoRythym. We just love those fics <3

Last name is Pemdas.

Non-binary. Really I just imagine most of the aliens in the show are some flavor of non-binary and Kid Math is no exception.

Autistic and has synesthesia. Same as Becky :) Comes with the territory of being from a subject obsessed planet and gaining superpowers on another world that overstimulates the senses.

His birthday (equivalent on Earth) is Pi day

He is so, so small. 3'7" (or exactly 110 centimeters!) tall. He looks more like he should be in Kindergarten/1st grade than 3rd grade.

More of a Hexagon headcanon than a Kid Math specific one: Hexagon is a very logical planet and as a result, when they do superhero work it's always 1) track down villain 2) get rid of villain 3) day is saved! Wordgirl's way of being a superhero would baffle ANYONE from Hexagon. Kid Math is just a product of his environment.

Mr Big + Leslie

Mr Big is trans.

His orientation is queer because we can't quite pin down what it is but he's definitely not straight.

Stands at 6'5". He's not called "Mr Big " for nothing!

Sees Dr Two-Brains on the weekends ever since their team up in Invasion of the Bunny Lovers. >:3

Leslie is a lesbian. We think she and the Mayor's assistant should kiss but not sure if it's canon to Exploration.

She's only 5'5" but wears 2 inch heels so you can't immediately tell.

Leslie's last name is Little. She's Leslie Little.

Both are in their early/mid 30's. Mr Big is only a couple years older than Leslie.

Granny May

She's been a villain the longest. Being a petty pickpocket since her late teens. Her "career" as a supervillian really took off though when she met her future husband.

Her husband was a man named Walter, who she met after charming her way into some fancy event. She stole his heart and his wallet that night <3

Walter made most of her gadgets that she uses today. Her suit of armor was his wedding present to her.

They got married later than most people from their time. Granny May was very hesitant about marriage at first. Worried it would affect her crime career since she relied mostly on her charm, which works better on suckers men when they think you're single.

Note: I really could go on and on about Granny's past but I'll leave off here because we have a whole episode planned for exploring her past ;)

Granny May has always been very small. In her prime she only stood at 5'1". In her old age she's now only 4'11".

Victoria Best

Dyes her hair. She's a natural brunette but since the rest of her family is blonde it's for the best (heh) that she match her family.

Her eyes are naturally blue but have an unusual red tint to the pupils and iris.

As of Exploration, she's currently taller than Becky at 4'9".

On the aroace spectrum but hasn't figured it out yet. She's the best at ignoring her feelings <3

We have big plans for her :)

Beatrice Bixby/Lady Redundant Woman

In her mid 30's.

Beatrice herself is aroace. Her clones are not. It drives her insane when one of them develops a crush because she doesn't get it.

Her clones are not perfect copies of her. She's had to recall one or two because they refuse to help in her crime sprees.

All her clones are effectively vegetarian because they can only consume ink. Ever since she became Lady Redundant Woman, Beatrice has had to supplement her own diet with ink every now and then. She can just change out her ink cartridge, but it's surprisingly cheaper to just eat ink. Also less of a hassle.

Lady Redundant Woman herself might also just be vegetarian. We haven't figured that out yet.

Tall woman. She stands at 6'1" plus her boots make her appear a couple inches taller. She looks shorter as Beatrice because of her Customer Service Slouch(TM).

She's ambidextrous.

Todd "Scoops" Ming

Hitting him with the trans beam. Came about because of that one episode where, aside from Bob, he was the only boy in the scouts group. We think he joined before he transitioned, and then when he did come out as trans the group wanted him to stay <3 Now he's one of the exceptions because it'd be rude to kick him and also all the other scouts will defend his place with their dying breaths.

Aside from Eugene May (because no one is gonna catch up with him), he's the tallest kid in 7th grade right now at 4'11".

While currently dating Violet, Scoops is bi and has had a couple crushes before Violet. His type seems to be blondes with weird eyes...

ale: we gave him ugly shoes because his top half is the only thing that needs to look presentable.

we obviously also fixed his skintone and haircut. we love you wordgirl, you did this kid so incredibly dirty.

we made his shirt blue because he's a little older now and Raven thought he deserved to have a different shirt.

Violet Heaslip

Her eyes are an unusual pinkish-purple color. Becky and Scoops think it's really cool.

She's currently the same height as Victoria.

Back in 4th grade/beginning of 5th grade she had a crush on Becky. She outgrew it halfway through the school year.

ale: we really just gave her an all-new detailed outfit because, as we realized after we finished her, her outfit is so.... plain for an art kid!

her pockets full of flowers are inspired by a piece of fanart showing the worg kids as elementary schoolers. the doodles on her skirt are inspired by a Dear Evan Hansen lyric.

gets a beret because she's an artist <3

i gave her warmly rainbow socks because i thought they'd look like something i'd see in a Justice as a kid.

TJ Botsford

"TJ" is short for Tim Jr.

His birthday is May 4th.

He's gay but hasn't figured it out yet. Got more important things to worry about such as how to grow the WordGirl Fan Club.

ale: made his skin darker to match with his parents, and his hair darker to match with his skin. and gave him a fade because, like. look at him. he would.

Tim and Sally Botsford (Do not separate <3)

Both are in their late 30's but Sally is older by a couple years.

Tim is just a little taller than average at 5'10", while Sally is close to average height at 5'4", but wears 3 inch heels to give herself that extra height. Makes her a little more intimidating at her job.

They met in college at the ice cream parlor from Whammer Anniversary <3 it was for some get together/study group and the two just clicked.

Their wedding anniversary is October 13th.

Tim is pan.

Tim's family specifically is of Ethiopian descent. It's why his spicier meals pack such a punch.

We mostly just like Sally the way she is <3

As we've mentioned before, Sally is Afro-Latina.

Shown in the episode That's Entertainment, Sally's hair actually becomes poofy and curly when not "blow-dried." Her hair is still like this (it's what inspired us to make her Afro-Latina), but we've decided that her hair becomes straightened through normal straightening means.

ale: made Tim's hair more afro-textured for obvious reasons. also it's canon that it used to look like that. also, he's graying more.

made Tim more brown because we couldn't live with keeping him orange.

i INSISTED that he keep his horrible outfit. everyone watching me draw him hated it, however, he is my "horrible fashion sense" king.

we mostly kept Sally the same, just made her skin more skin-tone like. also, we turned that weird line in her hair into a gray streak, because she's a little older now, and we couldn't figure out why it was there.

#wordgirl #raven rambles #ale announces #kid math #mr big #leslie #granny may #walter may #victoria best #lady redundant woman #todd scoops ming #violet heaslip #tj botsford #tim botsford #sally botsford

[mlm-writer]

Well, That’s Fruity (Peter Parker x M!Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker/Spiderman (TH ver.) x Male Reader (trans-friendly) For the pride prompt: And they were two closeted roommates trying to figure out if the other is gay without exposing themselves Rating: Mature for one gay porn reference Words: 609 POV: Second Summary: Your floormate is cute and you want to knwo if he is gay or nah. Peter also has a cute floormate and also wants to confirm if he is gay or nah. Notes: Happy Pride! See all works for pride 2022 here. I know a lot of things are based on stereotypes, but listen- most of them are true Tags: gay stereotypes, one gay porn reference, fluff, college AU and could be read as platonic 

There were many things you were ashamed of; not being straight was not one of them, but that did not change the fact that being in the closet was just safer, especially when you just moved in with a bunch of strangers in a dorm. Faith would have it though that one of your floormates was this perfect twunk with a nice butt and a cute face. And you swore it was not like you had wishful thinking, but there was something fruity about Peter Parker. Your gaydar always tingled around him, but no full on alarms were raised just yet. 

You found him one late night in your shared living room. He was on the couch, slouched and folded in some position with a printed article in his hands. You could see some sentences highlighted in the same colour as the marker he was holding between those soft-looking lips. Sitting gay? Check. 

“Also burning the midnight fuel?” You inquired, before sitting down on the couch across from him with your laptop. He looked up from the paper in his hands and slowly pulled the marker from between his lips with an affirmative hum. Was he trying to make you think of those lips doing things elsewhere? He pulled out one of his earphones as well.

“I got an essay due at the end of the week and I am not even halfway,” Peter huffed as he put the marker on the table with his other stationary. “So what are you working on?” He nodded towards the laptop. You looked down at it, seeing that empty presentation staring back at you. 

“Something that I should have started a week ago,” you sighed. You both got comfortable on your respective couches. “What are you listening to? I could use some new jams to study to.” He plucked his phone out of his pocket, showing he was listening to a song of Ariana Grande, which you knew was not a title track. That was fruity, but straight men listened to her too. 

“You know the song?” He inquired. You nodded. He hummed in reply. A silence formed between you two as you got to work. After an hour, Peter stood up. “I’m gonna make some coffee, do you want some too?” You gave him a thumbs up, without looking up from your screen. “I’ll take mine iced. Do you also want it iced?” 

“Hell yeah,” you replied without thinking. It took a good few minutes before you realised what he had said and asked. Iced coffee? While it wasn't even that hot outside, nor an appropriate time for it? Well, that’s fruity. When Peter came back with a glass of iced coffee, you decided to throw caution to the wind. “Hey, I need a fake name for my presentation. John Doe is a little overused, so I was thinking of making up something.”

“You may use my name,” Peter offered as he sat back down and sipped his coffee. 

“No, it needs to be fake. What do you think of Sean Cody?” That made Peter spit his iced coffee all over his once white shirt. 

You gasped and pointed at him. “So you are gay!” 

Peter coughed and gasped for air. “So are you!” He wheezed out, pointing right back at ya. 

You started laughing. “Oh my god we are like that Spiderman meme,” you tried to say through your giggles, while Peter was still recovering from choking on iced coffee. 

“Wait, you know I’m Spiderman too?” He spoke, strained and red in the face. 

You stopped laughing, mouth hanging open as you turned your head towards him. “Excuse me, what?”

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#peter parker #tom holland #mcu #pride #pride month #pride 2022 #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker x male reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x male reader #gay reader #male reader #mcu x reader #mcu x you #MCU x Y/N #mcu x male reader #mcu x ftm reader #ftm reader

[ghoultrifle]

my dear Trifle, I'm torn between Mountain 'only-wears-tie-dye-colored-binders' Ghoul and Mountain 'never-touched-a-binder-in-his-life' Ghoul, as The Trans Ghoul poster, I want your thoughts

OH I HAVE THOUGHTS ON THIS but they don't really answer your question sdljfhlskjgaf also i'm The Trans Ghoul poster???!!!! it's an honour

cw dysphoria: i do call mountain's chest boys, thangs, and tits so beware

i hc mountain (read: project onto mountain) as a ghoul who owns lots of binders from different companies. he's acquired them all at various points in his transition. but he just. doesn't wear them.

if there's a really special occasion or he has a specific Look in mind then yeah he'll throw one on, but best believe it's coming off the second he gets back home. gotta let the boys breathe.

tying in with a hc i posted a few days ago, he definitely rolls his shoulders and slouches as his preferred method of hiding his chest, when he wants to that is. he has no problem slanging those thangs around when he's in the den.

the pack went to the local pride parade once and he absolutely wore a tie-dye binder with no shirt. not because he was dysphoric but to be visible as a trans man. because that's what he thought he had to do: wear a binder, wear men's clothes, have a deep voice. but he's matured since then; he would happily go to pride tits out now, he knows that he's just as valid and as visible no matter how he chooses to present

completely unrelated to any of this but mountain definitely has the hairiest chest and dew goes feral for it. he can't help it if it looks so delicious covered in cu- [gunshot]

#trifle answers #jesus <3 #trans ghouls #mountain ghoul

[apprenticestanheight]

Could you write something platonic where reader is transmasc and an apprentice and the other apprentices help them with their dysphoria when it gets bad?

Platonic! Jigsaw Apprentices x transmasc! apprentice! reader dealing with dysphoria headcanons

hi! Thank you so much for sending this in--I haven't watched past saw four (however, I do know of Lawrences fate after he leaves the bathroom trap from many-a-boredom scrolls through both his wiki and the wiki for saw 3D, hence why I'm comfortable to write this and know, for what is only my second time writing for him and my first writing for him in this context, he might not be super ooc) so if there are any details from canon that I miss out on/gloss over with the regard to the three apprentices I know of, I apologize in advance!

Did this as headcanons, too, which I hope is all right!

Fic type- fluff!

Warnings- mentions of saw canon-typical violence and traps (nonspecific), mentions of guns, a couple of mentions of transphobes (in a context wherein I state that the apprentices included would be supportive and help you kill transphobes if you chose to)

okay! So! I feel like their reactions to your days of bad dysphoria are vastly different--Amanda picks up on it with the drop of a hat.

You walk in with your shoulders slouched, looking particularly grim, and she immediately is just like "I have a sweater I can lend him!" and then she runs to grab it and gives it to you because y'know--she's murderous and a liiiiiiittle unhinged but she still cares.

Lawrence exists in the same vein as Amanda to an extent--the vein diverges past the keen emotional awareness she has. He senses something is off with you right out the gate but doesn't grasp what it is until Amanda is giving you the sweater and you're beaming at her like she's the reason that the sun shines in America, at which point it dawns on him.

He's like "I wonder why Y/N seems off today," and then he watches Amanda give you the sweater while you're working on trap schematics or doing something apprentice-y (forgive me for the nonspecificity of this--I've been writing it since around 2:45 and it is currently three in the morning)

he sees you adjust the sleeves so that they're over your hands, adjust the hood so that it fits the way you want and adjust how it fits on your torso, double checking that it's big enough to actually fend off the dysphoria as you do, and Lawrence realizes it at that point.

from "I wonder why Y/N seems off today," to "oh SHIT. THE DYSPHORIA IS WHY HE'S OFF." in two seconds flat.

Hoffman watches Lawrence realize it and nearly puts his own hand in the chopping block while he tests a trap that would go on someones wrists because of how much it makes him laugh--Lawrence, on the other hand, does not find this particularly funny.

Hoffman knows it as quickly as Amanda does, but he's not really the touchy-feely-found-family type.

He looks at you and watches you sketch out a trap for a transphobe (I wholeheartedly believe Hoffman and Amanda would both help you absolutely brutalize these ones but that,, that is a different convo for a different time. Amanda Young and Mark Hoffman both would say trans rights with their chests! Lawrence would too but from what I've seen of him he's not as brutal as they are with their trapmaking, and c'mon. Amanda doesn't believe in second chances and transphobes?? undeserving.)

and there comes a point where he's just kind of... "How bad is it today?"

"Not as bad as it could be but worse than it has been in recent."

Hoffman goes off to find something to help you feel a bit in better spirits, finds a baggy enough pair of cargo pants and lets you swap them for the form-fitting joggers you'd worn, seeing as it had been laundry day and all of the clothes you'd wear when it got bad had been put into the washer when you'd left your apartment.

Lawrence tilts his head at you for a second--he understands dysphoria as a medical diagnosis, knows how to help it in medical terms, but you're one of the first trans people he meets and one of the few with whom he's in regular contact.

There comes a point where, after having spent a long time staring at trap sketches and a longer time going through police files and evidence to see if the police have caught onto any of you yet, he speaks up.

"I could steal testosterone for you," he offers.

You find it amusing--a doctor, usually so deadpan and restitute in his demeanour, telling you he'd do something that could cost him his job?

"You need an income," you'd say. "Tempting as I find it to take you up on that."

Lawrence waves it off, but he does know you're right. Eight years of medical school and all of the time he's devoted to working in his field shouldn't have gone down the drain for something as minute as a particularly dysphoric day for you.

Lawrence sighs. "I know I'm not really good at this type of thing," he says. "But--if you need someone, you at least have me."

"He's got me, too," Amanda says, going about putting bullets into the cylinder of a revolver one by one. "We sure are one fucked up support system."

You finish sketching a trap for a republican, anti-trans congressman and sigh. "Yeah, but a support system is still a support system, Ames. Thank you both--and Hoffman, thank you too!"

Hoffman is somewhere in the distance, testing trap schematics for Amanda, and all that you get back is a shout of appreciation from his end.

All in all, they have different ways of helping you, be it through the gift of an old but baggy sweater, baggy sweatpants from the trunk of their cars, or offers of theft and words of affirmation.

#platonic! saw apprentices x transmasc reader #platonic! amanda young x transmasc reader #platonic! lawrence gordon x transmasc! reader #platonic! mark hoffman x transmasc reader #saw franchise #sawposting

[sociallylost]

What if Leo and Alex where cousin???

ALEX POV

I was sitting on a bench with Sam, as Magnus paced around impatiently.

"Stop moving!" I snapped "It's annoying me!"

He paused for a moment...then went back to pacing.

I groaned, slouching on the bench and rubbing my face with my hands.

We where waiting for Magnus's cousin Annabeth and her friends.

"Why are you so nervous?" Sam asked flatly, "This isn't the first time you've seen Annabeth or Percy."

"Yeah," I chimed in "nothing to worry about Maggie."

"I know...but I haven't met her other friends before, she's bringing two other demigods"

"Don't worry!" I groaned, "Nothing bad or interesting is going to happen, it'll just be a normal catch up," Sam gave me a tired side eye, "Well, as normal as demigod stands go." I added under my breath.

"Hey, Magnus!" A voice called, we all looked towards it to see Annabeth and Percy walking towards us, with two other demigods behind them.

Magnus ran up to Annabeth and gave her a quick hug, he wasn't usually a hugger, but Annabeth was an exception...and me of course, but only if I agree.

They walked over to us and Annabeth introduced her friends, to Magnus, Sam and I.

"Guys, there are my friends from camp half blood, Piper and Leo." She gestured to a Cherokee girl, with messy brown hair, and eyes that seemed to change colour, then to a Latino boy, who looked like and elf.

I stared at him, and he stared back. Somthing about his face, seemed strangely familiar.

"Uh...Alex you good?" Magnus questioned.

I nodded slightly, "I feel like I know you."

The Latino boy nodded, "Yeah, same...your names Alex?"

"Yeah, Alex Fierro."

His eyes seemed to spark with fire.

"HOLY HEPHESTUS!" He cried, smiling stupidly, "Alex! Your my cousin! Remember, my mum was Esparenza? We had the mechanic work shop and garage!"

My brain clicked, he was right, "Oh! Yes! Now I remember, my parents never let me play with you because they thought you where weird."

He laughed awkwardly, "Yeah...so did everyone else."

I was about to ask what he meant when Sam spoke up.

"Umm, I'm sorry, can we have an explanation?"

Leo perked up, and bounced over to me, bumping his shoulder with mine.

"Alex is my cousin, we rarely hung out because her parents didn't like me."

I grind mischievously "Well they can't tell me what to do now!"

"Ahh," Piper said "I see the resemblance."

"What?" Magnus asked.

"Leo has the exact same grin...usually it means he is about to make a stupid yet effective plan"

"Yea- Hey!" Leo exclaimed.

I laughed, "So, your a demigod?"

"Yep!" He said bouncing on his feet, "Child of Hephestus" he held out his hand and lit it on fire.

"Woah!" I stared and the flames, mesmerised by its glow. A sly grin spread across my face, "¿Quieres hacer algo divertido?"

His eyes literally lit up, "¡Sí! ¡obviamente! ¿Qué tienes en mente?"

"Oh no" Annabeth and Sam said at the same time.

"Hey! I wanna know!" Piper exclaimed.

Percy and Magnus just stood there, confused.

"Sígueme" I say, dashing off.

"Sí" He responds, running after me.

"Wow, surprised you can keep up" I call.

"Ha! Well running from authorities for six years of your life definitely builds up some stamina." He jokes.

"Six?"

"Yep," We both jump up onto a ledge and climb onto the roof of a small building, running along the tops, "The family, uh..they disowned me when I was eight"

I jumped into an ally way, Leo right behind me.

"Wait, they disowned you too?" I asked, shocked.

"What do you mean too?" He responded.

"Well, I was disowned when they found out I trans and genderfluid."

He gaped at me, I became defensive instantly, was he gonna make fun of me? Call me names?...hurt me?.

"THEY DISOWNED YOU BECAUSE OF THAT?!" His hair and hands caught fire, of course that's why he was shocked, he didn't think I was gross, he was mad at our family, I thought releaved.

"Yeah, but sucks for them, they lost a perfectly amazing person" I say, smirking smugly.

Leo laughed "Your weird," he said "It's great!"

"Yes! Finally some understands! You must flaunt the weird!"

"Yes, definitely" Leo agreed.

I started walking down the ally way, still have to get to the place.

"So what about you?" I ask.

"Huh?"

"Why'd you get disowned by our f**k of a family...uh, minus your mum, she was cool"

Leo stopped and looked down, "um...maybe another time..." he muttered.

"Not fair!" I exclaimed, "I told you my story, you have to tell me yours." Crossing my arms, I planted my feet firm on the ground to show him, that I would not move till he told me.

Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes, "WhenIwaseightGeaevisitedmeandscaredmeintothinkingthattheonlywaytosavemymumwastousemyfireabilitiessoididbutthatendedupkillingmumandsomyfamilydisowendmeandaentmetofostercarewhereiranawayfromsixdiferenthomesbecausemostofthemdidnttreatmekidnlyandiftheywhereniceiwouldrunanywayscauseineverwantedtostayinthesameplacefortoolongsoukeptrunnigawayfrommyproblemswhichisastupidideabutstill"

I stared at him, there is now way it's humanly possible to speak that fast,

"I'm sorry, what the hell did you just say?"

His eyes looked tired and sad, "When I was eight I killed my mother"

I stared at him for a moment, trying to process what he had said "What happened to the rest of the crap you said?"

"Geae the earth goddess lady, scared me into thinking the only way to save my mum was to use my fire abilities, but that just ended up killing her, so I was disowned and sent into foster care, but I would always run away, because I never liked to stay in one place for too long...or the homes just weren't nice"

To my own surprise, I hugged him.

"That was a one time offer, I don't hug everyone, got it?" I say sharply, he nods.

"Can we continue with the chaos causing now?" He asked.

"Yep...but I still want to here the rest of this story."

"Fiiinnnneeee." He complained.

I turned and ran towards a near by street, turning down it i stopped out side a large building.

"Where are we, and what is the plan?" Leo asked.

I smiled in a snake like way, and walked inside the building, Leo beside me.

"Santa madre de zues" He breathed.

Inside the building, where boxes, upon boxes of fireworks.

"Come on!" I call, running to the boxes, and picking an armful of fire works.

"This is illegal right?" Leo quetioned.

"Yep, but I'm dead and you'll be fine." I say carrying the fire works to a ladder, transforming into a large bird, I fly the fireworks to the roof and set them down, waiting for Leo.

He comes up a moment later, the fireworks stuffed into a bag.

"Where'd the bag come from?" I ask.

"My magical tool belt." He said proudly, patting the belt that sat in his waist.

"Cool! Can you make anything from it?"

"Yep! All I have to do is think of what I want, and I can just pill it out"

"Can you summon a chainsaw!" I question eagerly.

"Sadly no, I've tried before, but it's too big, even this belt has its limits, what about the whole turning into a bird?"

"I'm a child of Loki, shapeshifting is one of my abilities."

"Cool! I have a friend who can do that, he's name's Frank...but he's a son of Mars, not Loki."

I nodded, I will have to meet this Frank someday, "Now! Shall we?" I ask, gesturing to the fireworks.

My cousin grind, lighting his index finger ablaze, he lit, each one of the fire works.

"Okay...now, run." He said.

"Better plan!" I call, transforming into a large bird, I pick Leo up, causing him to screech like a mouse, and fly him to another roof top, so we can view the fireworks.

I sat beside him, staring up at the fireworks.

"Hey! Idiots! What are you doing?!" A voice calls.

Leo crawls to the edge of the building, "Hey Pipes!!!" He calls waving.

"The police are on there way!" Magnus calls.

I sigh and turn into a bird again, lifting up Leo and taking him back down.

"Alex what the hell" Sam snapped.

"You could've at least give us a warning" Annabeth chided.

"Clam down Annie" Leo said, earning a punch in the shoulder, "Ow, anyways, me and Alex where just catching up! No harm done."

"Tell that to the police" Percy chuckled.

"We should probably leave before the police get here" Annabeth sighed,

"Sorry Magnus, I'll come back soon, next time without Leo."

"Hey!" Leo and I exclaimed.

Piper laughed, "Come on Leo, we can't have the police catch us again."

"Wait again?" Sam asked.

"Okay! Keep in touch bird girl!" Leo said, smiling.

"Will do Mr.Toolbelt."

We all said good bye, and with that Leo left with his friends.

...

"We should probably leave too" Sam said.

"Yeah, I don't want the police to find me" Magnus agreed.

I nodded and walked with the, back to the gates of Valhalla.

#leo valdez #percy pjo #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #hoo #pjo #alex fierro #magnus chase #pjo headcanon #pjo hcs #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #magnus chase and the sword of summer

[saszor]

[image descriptions; image 1: drawing of a slouching thin, white man sitting in a dark purple hospital wheelchair. he has pink dyed hair in two short ponytails and patchy facial hair. he is wearing a loose blue shirt with a binder visible underneath. he is resting his arms on the armrests in a slightly uncomfortable way. image 2: Black, feminine presenting person with cerebral palsy sitting in a power wheelchair. she is looking at her phone and smiling. she has dark brown skin and bright pink eyes. her braids are black and kept in a big bun on top of her head with a pink head wrap. she is wearing a dark shirt and a long pink skirt with flowers on it. her wheelchair is dark gray with several pink accents. image 3: a white blonde woman in her 40s confidently sitting cross-legged in a manual gray wheelchair. she is gently smiling. she is wearing an oversized beige sweater and ripped jeans. image 4: a tan south Asian boy propelling himself in his wheelchair with one hand while holding a white cane in the other. he looks somewhere between annoyed and bored, and is wearing a western school uniform with dark gloves. his eyes are half lidded and red on the white part. hes a bilateral amputee starting above the knees. in the background is the trans and asexual pride flags. end image description] my wheelchair using ocs ! ! ! (not all of them but. the rest of them dont have any good drawings. for now) i stared drawing wheelchairs a year ago and theyre still hard because theres so many parts but im getting better:) this year i want to get actually good and be able to draw them faster and on more angles. plus i want to get Any Good at power wheelchairs because those are the hardest to draw for me so ill try to focus on them : D

#my art #disabled artist #oc #disabled ocs #oc: silver #oc: meseret #oc: loren #oc: karna

[artzychic27]

… What if… SB&IB actor au?

(AU where the fans have taken over the studio and rewrite it according to Scarlet Beetle and Ikati Black and are forcing Thomas to watch every episode, and the actors are just thrilled)

Director: *Laughing* Cut!

Marinette: I’m sorry! *Hugs Chloé* I love you, Chloé!

Chloé: I love you, Mari! Being mean is torture!

—

Nathaniel: Nooroo, Wings- Ugh! I… I had something in my mouth.

Cast: *Laughing*

Nathaniel: What was in my mouth?!

—

Alya: Ever heard of Anan… An…

Marcelle: Anne?

Alya: Anne. Yes, my sister wrestler name is Anne.

Cast: *Laughing*

Alya: That’s her wrestling name, y’all! Remember that! Nailed it! *Walks off of set*

—

Ivan: *Just starts dancing out of nowhere*

Sabrina: *Snickers* Why?

Ivan: Why not?

—

Jalil: Now, as you know, the one with the scepter is Akenathen. And there, opposite is Nefertiti… Akenathen. That’s what I said.

Alix: That is what you said.

Alim: It is.

Jalil: I’m dumb. I’m so dumb.

Alix: No, you got big brains up there.

Jalil: A big dumb brain.

—

Nathaniel: Everyone in my class is a virgin!

Kim: *Walks on the set* Way to call us out, man.

Nathaniel: Get out of the shot!

—

Marc: *During Horrificator; Bumps into the classroom doorframe* Fuck! Jesus- Ah! Oh, I hit my forehead- Ow!

Sabrina: *Laughing* Are you okay?

Marc: No! No, I’m really not! I’m taking my coffee break! *Walks off the set*

Cast: *Laughing*

Nino: *Laughing* You had your break five minutes ago.

Marc: I need another one!

—

[Confessional]

Marc: Asstruc always had me slouching, because, back then, I was the “feminine” boyfriend, so I couldn’t be too tall when around Nath. And I… Sometimes forget how tall I am.

Nathaniel: And when I was around Marc, I wore shoes that gave me some more height, but around others, I was in my regular shoes.

Marc: Yeah, but now he’s my short boyfriend again. *Kisses his forehead*

Nathaniel: That sweet one-foot height gap. But when I’m Monarch, I’m in heels, because that’s just to assert dominance.

—

[Confessional]

Marinette: Hey, I’m thrilled we got rid of that asshole. Now we got cool assholes running things!

Adrien: And I can curse now! I’m not some “Sunshine Baby!” Watch this! THIS NEW SHOW IS FUCKING AWESOME, YOU COCK-SUCKING PUSSY-LICKERS!

Rose: Guys, check this out. KISS MY BALLS, BITCHES! *Cackles*

Adrien: We’re gonna cause so much fucking chaos now!

—

[Confessional]

Juleka: I, for one, think it’s pretty cool they incorporated our sexualities and genders into the show. Like… That’s badass, right? How many shows or movies do that?

Nino: Yeah, and they’re not like all in people’s faces with me being a trans guy.

Juleka: Yeah, just got that little patch, and that’s it.

—

[Confessional]

Nathaniel: Yeah, it gets weird talking to the air constantly, but when I see the final thing, I’m like, “Damn, that’s good.”

Kim: Yeah, but you can hear the other cast members laughing while we’re conversing with the Kwamis. Now I know how Mari and Adrien felt.

Max: It’s hard as hell. But, the jokes on them since they’re gonna be talking to Kwamis in season 2.

—

[Confessional]

Denise: I… I am thrilled to finally have lines.

Lacey: Yeah, Ass-truc literally just stuck us in the class and said, “React.” Like… Like we’re the background characters in VicTORIous!

Ismael: You have no idea how invalidating that was! I went through years of acting classes only to be stuck in as a background character!

Aurore: Yeah, and somehow Marc becomes the main classmate.

Marc: One of the worst parts had to be how Asstruc was so uncreative with the outfits for characters who weren’t me, Aurore, or Mireille. Seriously, Jean���s sweater was reused like four times!

Jean: But then, the design team gave it some life! I’m a theater nerd as God herself intended!

—

Ikati Black: FUCK OFF ROGER! The rest of you! Unless you wanna look like jackasses for firing at a villain while he still has a captive, you're all going to listen to me, and listen good! GOT IT?!

Officers: Sir, yes sir!

Ikati Black: *Slips on a pair of sunglasses* Power move.

Scarlet Beetle: *Rolling on the floor laughing* Stop! Stop!

—

Copy Cat: Nice try, little bird. But you're not going to escape this cage so easily.

Marc: Perv!

Copy Cat: Dude!

Nathaniel: *Putting on his Monarch costume* Perv!

Roger: Oh, total perv.

Copy Cat: I need a coffee break!

Marc: All according to plan. *Leaves while still tied up*

—

[Confessional]

Marcelle: I’m glad they gave Marc a sister and brother, and it’s even more exciting since we’re all actually siblings.

Marc: Yeah, it’s fun seeing my sibs during shoots. Kiran was especially excited.

Kiran: I can’t wait to get Akumatized!

Marcelle: … *Whispers* I’m gonna tell him.

Marc: *Whispers* Don’t you dare.

—

Austin Q: *Hugging Austin T after they finish Lady WiFi* I love you.

Austin T: I love you, too. But we’re just acting.

Austin Q: I know, and I’m sorry for the mean things I said.

Austin T: *Pats him on the head* It’s okay. Later we’ll get ice cream.

Austin Q: Yaay!

—

[Confessional]

Austin Q: I hate being a jerk!

Austin A: I want redemption! Are we getting redemption?!

Austin B: *Sucking his thumb*

Austin T: … I’m what’s known as the group mom.

—

[Confessional]

Ivan: I’ve been handling our fame pretty well. Y’know, with new outfits comes new fashion lines, cool new fanart, and music videoes. But sometimes, I’d just like to enjoy a cappuccino in peace. Is that too much to ask?!

—

[Confessional]

Lila: When the fanfiction writers tied up Astruc and bound him to a chair, I was like, “Okay,” then they burned the scripts and I’m thinking they must be on something, but then they bring in new scripts, I’m reading them, and I’m like… “I’m not an asshole bitch anymore?” I love it. The writing sounds like something teenagers would actually say, and I am perfectly fine with doing the show ever if it means getting to follow this script.

—

[Confessional]

Alya: *Getting her Lady WiFi makeup done* The artists… They’re just wonderful. Okay, they aren’t putting the girls in My Hero Academia female hero costumes, they aren’t giving the guys insane muscles, it’s all good. I felt comfortable in my costume.

—

Marinette: I would like your son’s hand in marriage.

Gabriel: Consider it done.

Adrien: That is not in the script!

Emille: Adrien, shush! It’s improv!

Alix: I thought that was when people say, “Yes, and?”

Adrien: Someone say “Cut!”

—

[Confessional]

Kim: *Looks up from his book* Oh. Hey guys. We have a lot of fun on this show. But one thing that’s not fun is forcing Luka Couffaine to only wear pants.

Max: That’s right, Kim. Thomas Astruc has forced Luka to wear pants instead of being allowed to wear the skirts they so love.

Nino: Don’t get us wrong, Luka still looks amazing in those jeans, but come on! Who doesn’t want to see Luka Couffaine in a skirt?!

Ivan: I know I wanna.

Nathaniel: As do I.

Ismael: Skirts make his ass look hot.

Simon: So, if you or someone you know wants to see Luka in a skirt, donate to Let-Luka-Couffaine-Wear-Skirts.com.

Jean: Together, we can all see Luka Couffaine in a leather skirt and fishnet stockings.

Adrien: If you don’t donate, then you’re a joke. And so is your family.

Marc: Let’s put Luka Couffaine in a skirt so that we may simp over them when they bend over.

—

[Confessional]

Cosette: So… I’m getting a girlfriend! That’s right! Uh-huh! I’m getting a fucking girlfriend! There’s gonna be hand-holding, kissing, all that shit! Yeah! Fuck yes! I’m getting a girlfriend!

—

Marc: When I let you go, you better get running in the next ten seconds, or I will jam one of my fucking pens through your neck, yank it out, and then finger-fuck the hole!

Nathaniel: … What’s stopping you now?

Marcelle: … You bisexual little fuck.

Cast: *Laughing

Marcelle: I stand by my statement.

—

Reshma: *Just randomly dancing* I… I don’t know. *Laughs*

Ismael: Okay, okay. That’s alright. But how about this? *Starts Moonwalking*

Marc: *Doing Janet Jackson’s Rhythm Nation choreography* Ya’ll got nothing on me.

Mireille: Okay, okay. But have you considered- *Starts breakdancing*

Denise: *Doing Luisa’s Surface Pressure choreography*

Jean: *Voguing* You were saying?

Cosette: *Doing Wednesday’s dance* Should this just be the show from now on? Everyone’s dancing for no reason?

—

[Confessional]

Chloé: *Getting her hair and makeup done* So, this is cool, I’m actually getting redemption, and some of the Austins along with a few canon characters are going to be… Wait, was I supposed to… Oh, God… Oh my God! I am so sorry!

—

[Confessional]

XY: It’s awesome being back on the show. I get to see some friends, hang with my dad, and we’re actually to peel back some of my layers.

Bob: Yeah, while it sucks I’m still the asshole father, I think this is good; it’s something audiences need to see- The-the toxicity of the music industry and the effect on teenagers.

XY: And we never delved into our relationship on the original show. It was clear I was being abused.

Bob: Exactly! God, I’m glad Asstruc is in the dungeon. Speaking of which, it’s your turn to feed him the fish heads.

XY: Damn it!

—

[Confessional]

Aya: When I got an email saying Asstruc was taken hostage, I was thrilled, but then I got another email saying the new writers wanted me to have a role on the new show, and I was ecstatic! Yes, my son plays the villain, but I’m happy he’s not longer a background character who’s only important when it comes to some ship that’s not even that cute anymore.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #scarlet beetle & ikati black #actor au #ao3fic

[doodles-with-noodles]

The funniest thing about me figuring out I‘m trans is that, in hindsight the signs ALWAYS WERE THERE. They do not necessarily mean anything, girls can have them too, but to me they feel like they always have shown the truth.

So I‘ll tell you about my poor father. My poor father, whose wife just has given birth to me. He looks at me. For a split second, he always tells me, I looked like his father-in-law (which is hysterical in itself because I think my grandpa is transphobic). The universe IS GIVING SIGNS. So I‘ll tell you about my first friend, a boy. We always played together. I loved playing boy characters. We both agreed that red was the best color ever.

So I‘ll tell you about all the times I wore a dress or pink after I realized there’s apparently a difference between me and my friend and getting upset or angry. I hated being called a princess. I tried to like horses and unicorns but my true love were dinosaurs and Egyptian mythology and archeology. I had a wallet with dinosaurs on it. I wanted to become a police officer, then a firefighter, an archeologist. I touched worms and snails and sat in the dirt.

So I‘ll tell you about a little boy who is always thrown in with the girls even though they think „she’s“ weird because he read books and played boys in pretend. The only thing they loved him for was his overly long hair. A boy who doesn’t know who he is, but always knows he protects his friends, punching a boy in the face who insults my second and best friend I have ever had and still have.

So I‘ll tell you about a twelve-year-old boy who cuts his long hair gradually until it is a bob, everyone telling him that they miss his hair but he doesn’t mourn it. Who hates „girl“ clothes but tries to put them on anyways when he absolutely has to. Who geeks out with his nerdy friend. Who leaves old friends behind.

So I‘ll tell you about this boy a year later, constantly crying, forgetting to brush his hair so it knots horribly, hell, ripping it out. So tired. I’m so sorry for him. But he has new friends, so that’s a plus.

He sees a video and he can’t stop watching it. His family travels to his grandparents (24 hours because of delays, horrible) and he knows what’s wrong but can’t talk. His hair is still long and on every photo his smile is strained, empty. His grandfather whose face he had at birth talks about „men who only want to get into women’s bathrooms“ and „women who don’t know what they want“ and he cries that night, quietly in the cramped guest bedroom so no one hears him. He talks to his sister and decides it’s enough.

He gets back home and cuts his hair.

Shorter.

And shorter.

And he has friends that love him and he has a family that loves him. He has worn his first suit on the best friends birthday party (it was a crime dinner and I was a MALE mafia heir).

And maybe he’s getting a binder before Christmas and coming out as dramatically as possible (maybe with a party popper?) on the extended family’s Christmas dinner and cut the sides of his hair very short and finding a nice name and having a birthday party with all his friends who know.

So. It’s been a hell of a ride. But I feel good. Not perfect, but better. Also „curious“ side-effect: when you can’t see my boobs I don’t slouch and I think of myself as hella more attractive ( some friends said it’s not only me… nice. Maybe it’s the confidence). I’m gonna stir up some shit and no one can bring me down. Kiss on the cheek for y‘all out there. I love you so much.

Yes, I had the face of my grandfather at birth but was assigned a girl. Doesn’t mean shit. I’m not my grandfather- I’m not a girl either. And if you try to be a dick about it you better watch out: Freddie Mercury was my role model since I was eleven.

#long post #transgender #trans rights #Hell yeah I’m a boy #Watchu gonna do about it #im feeling it #lgbtq #trans man

[wolfsune09]

My headcannons on the S4+ Rider!

Includes heights, piercings, scars, and extra little deets. Click for quality!

Info +extra written under the cut:

Wolf09 (me!)

☆5'2

☆They/them

☆Demi, pan, enby

☆Semi-Droopy ears

☆Neurodivergent

☆Piercings: Helix cuff, lobes x3 (each side)

☆Short hair

☆Hourglass body

Mask:

◇5'4, Slouches so he appears to be 5'3

◇(later edit after chatting with other fans) Decided that he's 5'7 and appears to be 5'4, being tall enhances how lanky he looks

◇He/they

◇Ace, Pan, enby(won't put a lot of effort into a relationship but might be willing to hang out with someone a bit more often)

◇Thin/frail/lanky build (he barely swings his roller, and I doubt he works out)

◇Droopiest ears

◇Long tentacles, can't be bothered to upkeep them, also ties them low

◇Insomniac :(

◇Rectangle body type

◇Stickers on gasmask consist of: Cyan squid, Non-binary flag, frowny face

◇Blush spreads to ears easily

◇Piercings: Industrial, cheeks

Army:

♧5'3, stands at full height

♧He/him

♧Bi, male leaning

♧OCTOLING!

♧paints his mask on while doing his daily makeup routine

♧Frowns to make eyes appear smaller

♧Keeps mouth closed when frowning to hide his teeth. May wear fake fangs if he knows he'll be on tv or something, (though his teeth aren't that sharp anyways)

♧Parents own Forge tm

♧Small waist

♧Long coattails

Aloha:

♡5'8

♡He/She/They

♡Pan, male leaning

♡Trans scars

♡Wavy, bubbly-looking(?) Tentacles, glittery too

♡FRECKLES, AND LOTS OF EM'

♡Wears tentacles mid/high up

♡Slim-ish/Athletic build

♡Ears are pointed up

♡Pear shaped body

♡Piercings: Helix, snake bites, tongue, left lobe-cuff, tragus

Rider:

□6'1

□He/him

□Gay

□Spiky hair tie (it's actually a choker that me made smaller to fit around his tentacles comfortably)

□Pointy tentacles

□SANITIZED SCARRING! Eye stayed cyan too

□Ears are half up, and pointy

□Rectangle body type

□Very strong build, it's cannon that he likes heavy weapons and c'mon he mains a gold dynamo what did you expect. Buuuut it's in his genes to be on the thinner side, so he appears to have less muscle

□Piercings: Left brow, Helix, Lobes(1R 2L)

Skull:

♤6'4

♤He/they

♤Demi, Gay

♤Hair points right up, sometimes just topples over forward and rests on his head(Avi does his hair most of the time)

♤Big hands, big feet, big everything, he's giant

♤Sharp fangs

♤Lots of intense tan lines, it's funny to see his mask slip a little and see the different tones

♤Built like a truck, like dude, he has to keep his arms in the same position for how long with such a heavy weapon???? And he can't move it one bit or he might miss?? Respect for this dude tbh

Also,,

Man wtf he's so tall. I'm fun sized.this isn't fair.

#splatoon #splatoon manga #splatoon mask #splatoon army #splatoon aloha #splatoon rider #splatoon skull #mask #army #aloha #rider #skull #splatoon manga mask #splatoon manga army #octoling army #splatoon manga octoling army #splatoon manga aloha #splatoon manga rider #splatoon manga skull #splatoon headcannons #splatoon manga headcannons #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #mask headcannons #army headcannons #aloha headcannons #rider headcannons #skull headcannons #digital art #art

[deancasbigbang]

Title: What the Hell Are You Doing In My Bed?

Author: Rosawyn

Artist: ImpMakesArt

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester minor Eileen Leahy/Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, minor Donna Hanscum/Jody Mills background Bobby Singer/Ellen Harvelle, background Charlie Bradbury/Dorothy Baum, background Channing Ngo/Kevin Tran, background Meg Masters/Ruby one-sided Crowley/Dean Winchester, one-sided Crowley/Castiel past Dean Winchester/Lisa Braeden, past Dean Winchester/other unspecified female characters, past John Winchester/Mary Winchester, past Kate Milligan/John Winchester, past Crowley/other unspecified male characters, past Ruby/Sam Winchester, past Bill Harvelle/Ellen Harvelle past one-sided Meg Masters/Castiel

Length: 22188

Warnings: homophobia/biphobia, sexism, mutual low-self esteem

Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Friends With Benefits, Jealousy, Dean Winchester is Bad at Feelings, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words

Posting Date: October 12, 2022

Summary: Dean Winchester has led the Lebanon colony since his father’s death, and led it well, he might add, and that’s not just bragging.  Lately he’s been under stress, or so people are apparently saying.  Dean could use a lot of things—abundant alcohol, a steady supply of salt, plenty of metal for various upgrade and expansion projects and the labour to carry those out—but one thing Dean does not need is some martyr crawling into his bed out of a misguided sense of helping.  But if Dean can make someone else happy for a little while, all while getting a bit of happiness himself, maybe that's worth it.

Excerpt: Castiel regarded Dean thoughtfully. “I had thought...maybe you and Lisa were done for good.” Dean shrugged. “I dunno if it's 'good', but yeah...” He rubbed a hand over his mouth. “I think we're done this time. Anyway.” Setting the bottle on the dresser, Dean pulled off his jacket and tossed it over the nearby chair. “You seriously break into my room just to grill me about my sex-life?” “I didn't 'break' in,” Castiel protested, eyes skipping away. “I have...a key.” “Right,” Dean said, snagging his beer and moving to slouch on the corner of his bed. “You know I didn't give you a master key to the whole bunker so you could use it for weird stalker-y purposes.” After a moment of consideration, Dean offered the beer to Castiel. Expression registering mild surprise and confusion, Castiel accepted the bottle slowly. “Thank you.” Taking a sip of the beer and dropping his gaze, Castiel admitted, “I was...unsure how else to approach you.” “You're one of my top three,” Dean reminded him. “You and Sam and Bobby should feel free to...just talk to me about anything.” Usually they did. In his office or the council room or just accosting him in the hallway while he was trying to get somewhere. Or they just handled shit themselves, which worked too. When Castiel didn't elaborate, Dean pressed, “So what's got you sneaking into my room after hours?” Castiel turned the bottle in his hands, looking down at it. “I was wondering if...” He worried his lower lip. “...you would consider me for...” Dean raised his eyebrows and finally took the beer back to take a swig. “You might have to finish that thought yourself, Cas, 'cause you're already in my top three and there really isn't anything beyond that save just replacing me.” Snorting, Dean shook his head. “And no offence, but I just don't think you've got the people skills for leadership.” “For companionship,” Castiel said. Staring wide-eyed at Dean, Castiel pressed on quickly, “You've been under a lot of stress lately, and several people are saying you need someone, that you need that...sort of release. And I just thought—for now, until you have a better option—” Dean held up a hand. “Wait, wait, wait. Who the fuck's been saying I need to get laid?”

DCBB 2022 Posting Schedule

#dcbb 2022 #fic preview #2022 promo #deancas #destiel

[feedingonthegoore]

papa gives you a facial

trans masc reader x papa iv

18+ readers only

Your knees ache from being on the stone floor. Beads of sweat form on your brow. Your eyes are open wide and your mouth is agape with your tongue stuck out, waiting and wanting. In front of you stands Papa Emeritus IV, and he’s busy. The man in front of you has his chasuble pulled to the side and he’s quickly pumping his cock at you while letting out breathy moans.

“Almost there, my pet. So obedient.” He pants out as you smile and wait patiently. You knew this was coming. Could see it in his posture when he was on stage. He needed the let off this brings, and you are of course his favorite way to surrender. Tonight’s not about meeting in the middle. Not right now. Tonight is about what he wants, he gets. And what he wants right now is to take in the sight of your handsome face covered in his cum.

Papa is still going at it, circling the head of his cock, and swirling his hand down the shaft and back. He’s picked up speed now and you can tell by the creases on his face from his eyes pulled shut that he is oh so very close. He starts to twitch a little and you raise yourself up a bit and get into a better position. Soon he’s cursing and you’re feeling the hot strings of his cum hit your face and mouth. His taste is incomparable.

He’s grunting and stroking while you’re licking around the outsides of your mouth and swallowing. Can’t let it all go to waste after all. Finally, he’s reached the end of his orgasm and he slouches, relaxes back into the plush chair that’s behind him. He beckons you forward, and you crawl on your hands and knees into the place between his legs.

Papa looks at you adoringly and swipes a thumb through the cum on your cheek. He lifts that thumb to his mouth and gives a half shrug.

Turning his attention back to you, he runs his hand through your hair, giving you a slight tug. Then he smiles. That’s what you’ve been waiting for since the show tonight. All teeth and eye crinkles and…happiness. That’s how you love your Papa the best. You wait, knowing he’ll come around soon and give you the praise you want.

He’s looking at you with that smile, and then he speaks.

“You are such a handsome boy. Such a good boy to take what you get. You take care of your Papa so well.”

You beam but do not yet speak, you know he’s not finished. Papa has moved from your head to your bare shoulders and he’s now pulling you towards him. You are close enough, so you wrap you arms around his middle and wait.

“This Clergy business is very stressful these days. I’m Papa now and I still don’t know what they want from me. I’m supposed to be the leader but I’m just being pulled around place to place and told to perform. But with you, my love, with you there’s no performing. There’s no one to command anything. Here I can be me, and you are you, and together we are what we need to be. You are such a good boy for me. Now, lets get you cleaned up, yes? I believe I owe you a reward.”

You immediately jump to your feet, press a kiss to Papa’s forehead, and walk towards the bathroom. You hear him coming behind you, humming a tune. You know he’s happy, and you’re happy. That’s all you can want. Yeah, you can be there for your Papa, and Papa is always going to be there for you.

#ghost #the band ghost #ghost band #papa emeritus iv #papa x reader #myfic