#seriously my shes gays and theys

[onmyyan]

Straight Venomous

Ch.7 · word count: 5,782 · A/N: omg so my phone broke sorry for the delay buuuut chapter seven is here!! we getting into now girls gays n theys, cursing canon typical violence tw gore, tw yandere shit, tw Jason's potty mouth feedback is always welcome hope you enjoy EDITED 1/11/2023

It was a rare sight to see all the Wayne men in one place, especially at the dinner table. Alfred couldn't have been happier, he'd been a fury in the kitchen all day. The first to arrive was the pair of Tim and Dick, they greeted to older man with warmth but the sense of seriousness wasn't unseen by the Butler, in fact, he was only more sure something was wrong when shortly after their arrival, Jason climbed in through the kitchen window, a sight that reminded Alfred of his younger days.

The second oldest offered the man a brief greeting before silently leaning on the counter, the furthest away from the rest, it all but confirmed his suspicions. Damian had entered the room with a scowl, said nothing, and sat rather harshly in the seat closest to the door. Before Alfred could begin to question the influx of batchildren in his company the patriarch himself made his way up from the cave, the bottom half of his suit still on. His expression unnerved him the most. It was the look he'd seen on his young master's face a handful of times, and it only meant trouble.

"Boys," he greeted each with a nod, his eyes lingering on Jason a second longer, "As lovely as this surprise is, I can't help but wonder why you called us here Tim."

The dark-haired male met his father's eyes as he spoke, "We've all been dancing around this for weeks now but there's something- rather someone, we need to talk about, I don't know how much longer she'll last where she's at." Each man in the room grew stiff as a board, one woman coming to each of their minds.

"What the Hell are you on about Drake? What woman?" Damian's voice carried over the sudden silence, his tone as disgruntled as ever. Tim watched each of their expressions eagerly, gauging their feelings would be impossible for anyone not trained by Bruce. All of them had tells and Damian's was the way in which he gripped the table, Bruce remained stoic as ever, but his eyes told it all. Jason had actually taken a seat at the table. Dick, despite being told first, is just as on edge as the rest. 

"Our sweet little runaway D, (Y/n) seems to find trouble wherever she goes huh?" Tim had anticipated resistance from his truth bomb but Jason leaping across to slam him face-first into the mahogany table was a surprise. 

"What the fuck are you doing saying her name like that huh Timmy? How do you know her?" Dick was quick to try and pull the older man off of Tim but only made Jason angrier, his grip tighter. 

"I'm saying she's in trouble Jay- and if you cared, really really cared, you'd hear me out." At this Jason released him his face still twisted into a snarl. "Start talkin' right fuckin' now." His breath was ragged, panting like a beast above its prey. Tim rose from his position slowly, his grin twitching at the tension in the room.

Dick hovered behind Jason ready to subdue the panting man, Damian now stood, his knuckles pressing into the surface of the table. "Beastie? What do you know about that criminal?" This pulled Jason's attention to the youngest Wayne, his furious expression made Damian's hand twitch towards the weapon in his holster, instead, he kept his gaze on the older man. "Criminal? No, you got it wrong she ain't done anything worth getting on your radar shithead." The wall of muscle known as Jason Todd couldn't be more unhappy. He'd only come here to speak with Bruce about you, he sure as shit didn't expect Tim to pull whatever this was. "She damn near killed me outside that rat's nest you call an apartment." The youngest responded with a grunt and a roll of his eyes. 

"What the fuck were you doing outside our place, you little stalker?" Jason's attention was fully on Damian now, he circled around the table like a shark. Only being stopped by Bruce's large arm. "He was there because I have a file on (Y/n), she's not a criminal, not yet anyway. But I know you're smart enough to know something is going on with her." Jason threw his arm off him, now pacing the room. "You know, just as much as I do if left unchecked she is a danger to herself and others."

Jason fixed his mouth to say something only to shut it, his head shaking in disbelief. "So- so you're telling me you spoke to her? You and this little shitstain over here musta' scared the shit outta her!" Jason rubbed the bridge of his nose his fist embedding itself in the wall nearest to him.

"Master Todd! You may no longer live under this roof but I will not stand for any disrespect of this home." Alfred spoke sternly from his position at the stove, turning to point a spatula in his direction. Jason apologized under his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He sat at the nearest chair with a huff before continuing.

"She just got scared is all she hasn't hurt anyone. God, here I was thinking it was me who scared her off but of course, it was you B- I finally find something for myself, someone that makes it worth breathing and of course, you're the one who fucks it up." 

Bruce stared down at his son, wanting nothing more than to hug away all that troubled him. Instead, he kneeled down, and his hand hesitated to touch him, knowing how rocky their relationship was, it fell limp at his side as he locked eyes with Jason.

"I know you have no reason to believe me, but I didn't know she was important to you Jason. I'm truly sorry to have done anything to make her run, it's the last thing I wanted." Jason's watery gaze flicked from his father to his successor, Tim had set a laptop in front of him, patiently waiting for their attention. 

"You said she's in danger?" All eyes flicked to Tim as he finally opened the laptop. He flipped the screen around to show some footage of what appeared to be Arkham, specifically an inmate kicking another into a wall with the force of a semi barreling down the highway.

"Holy Hell, that's some kick she has there," Dick spoke first, his fingers nervously playing with the hem of his shirt, his eyes eagerly drinking in the grainy footage of his darling. Every time he saw her he fell a little deeper in his growing fixation. Jason said nothing his eyes furrowed as he watched the clip again and again. Damian scoffed at the sight, his pulse quickening at the thought of facing you again, really fighting this time, and Bruce wouldn't be there to interrupt. He'd make sure of it. The second he got the chance he was going to bring you into his training room and break you in all the best ways. He'd put you back together, of course, he always took care of his toys.

Bruce walked over to Tim's side, his hand firmly patting his shoulder. "I assume you have a plan." The younger man grinned from ear to ear, this little meeting of his going exactly as he'd intended. With Bruce officially on board he quickly opened a folder on his desk labeled with a simple heart. "If we want to keep her out of the wrong hands, keep her safe, She has to disappear." His fingers were like lightning on the keyboard as he pulled up a standard Arkham guard ID card, Warren Kint was the name on it, and Dick's face stared back at them from the screen.  

"Why does Grayson get to retrieve her?" Damian asked, clearly displeased with not being chosen, he'd quickly figured out his predecessor's plot. Tim sighed through his nose before responding "Because Jason's legally dead, everyone knows your face, and Bruce Wayne can't exactly apply for a job there without someone noticing. Dick's been out of Gotham for years now, he's less likely to be recognized." 

"That and I don't like that look in your eye when you talk about her." 

"Who put you in charge scum?" Damian stood quickly taking the jab far too personally. Bruce was quick to pacify his most volatile Robin "Relax, Tim is taking point on this. Respect it, son." 

Tim shot the taller male a smirk from behind Bruce before continuing. "I've got everything rigged for your big escape, this dose is strong enough to knock out Killer Crock so it should get the job done." He tossed the vile backward knowing Dick was hanging off his every word. "After she's out all you gotta do is cause a big enough distraction to slip away unseen got it?" 

"What then hm? You gonna take her back to our place right?" Jason asked suddenly making his way over, his impeding form hovering over the still-sitting Tim. 

"If you want the penguin to know where she's at in two seconds sure." Tim chose his words carefully, knowing Jason's urge to keep you safe made him a walking nuke.

"Think about it Jay- she's with us, all of us, nobody would be able to touch her. She'd be somewhere 1000% safe, away from all the slimy bastards in this city. You'd never lose her again." It was silent for a bit before he responded, "Okay. Yeah, that checks out, why the hell are you so interested in helping her?"

"Jason we're heroes, all we do is help people." Tim's smile was as real as they came, but something in his eyes unsettled Jason told him he wasn't being 100% in his response.

He shook his head, scoffing out a laugh, "Right- sure. What about the rest of you hm? You all just extra concerned about this one citizen?" Bruce sighed through his nose. "I'd simply feel more comfortable if she was close, the power she has could be lethal in the wrong hands." Damian nodded firmly, knowing his real reasons wouldn't go over too well with his unstable sibling. "It's my fault- all of this." Dick said, a hand over his mouth as he finally pulled his eyes away from the screen to meet Jason's, "I was late to a mission, god just five minutes late and," a shuddered breath left him as he held Jason's hard stare. "I'm the reason all this is happening to her. I gotta make it right J- I gotta." Jason exhaled through his nose as he stood, once more pacing the dining room. "Okay, so where's she gonna go? Do you think she'll just accept us uprooting her life? No fucking way she goes for that." 

"I may have a solution," Bruce spoke kicking off his place on the wall. I'd anticipated her joining m- us here for quite some time." He began walking towards the elevator that lead to the cave. Damian's eyes widened, he'd finally get to see what his father had been keeping so secret in that blocked-off section of the cave, without a word he was shadowing his father, the other three soon fell in step, the walk bubbling with tensions.

They entered the cave, the air thick with possibilities. Bruce walked over to a door with a hand scanner, after a second it flashed green and with a hiss the thick steel door opened, sliding inward. Sitting like a beast in slumber was a clear plexiglass cage. There was a door with another hand scanner and a small window next to it. Inside sat a plush-looking bed that went from wall to wall, in front of that was a leather-bound lazy-boy, and besides that was a shelf lined with all the classics, off to the side was the only part of the cage not made of plexiglass, Bruce had enough decency to make the bathroom completely private. The bed was a soft pink, the lights in the room set to a dimmer, in his research he'd found a lot about his (Y/n), like how 'the big light' bothered her or how certain fabrics were better than others, every inch of the 'adjustment' room was carefully thought out with her interests in mind. In his heart of hearts, he hoped she'd only spend a few weeks in here, that she'd grow not only used to but fond of her time here.

Each member of the Batfamily took their time to inspect the room, Jason opened a drawer only to pause at the familiar clothes, forgetting where he was for a moment he brought the worn-down sweater to his face and took a deep shaky inhale, her scent had long since been replaced by his own as he'd taken to sleeping in her bed. The smell of her shot a warmth into his core like he'd been brought back from death once again.

Dick had quickly sat on the bed, taking extra time to not disturb the carefully placed pillows, he couldn't explain it but the image of her curled in the sheets had his pulse racing, he could see it now, wrapping around each other, telling her stories of the countless adventures he'd been on, getting to apologize for not saving her the first time, all the fun ways he'd make it up to her, he'd walk on his knees for the rest of his life if it brings a smile to that face- god he'd finally get to see her in person, no more screens. Tim walked around the interior, eagerly checking the corners of the room for any weak spots, he made a vow not to let himself relax until you were safe. Once you were, he was all but certain the others would push you too hard too fast, you'd hate them, and he'd be there as your one true confidante, the one person you could trust. Eventually, the isolation combined with his family's penchant for intensity would drive you where you'd belonged the whole time, securely in his arms. 

Damian watched from the outside as his siblings wandered around the room with childish excitement. Unlike the others, he was excited about your arrival for a completely different reason, sure he didn't want you hurt or to fall down the wrong path, but that's just because he wants a true fight. Of course, he wasn't hit with whatever spell you'd cast on his family, he could scoff at the notion, and definitely didn't spend the last few weeks repeatedly drawing your face, both as the beast and the beauty. He certainly wasn't counting down the seconds until he could look you in the eye again.

Bruce overlooked it all from the doorway, he'd realized a few fundamental truths all at once.

1. He passed his more intense traits along to them, and any hope of this not ending in bloodshed meant sharing

2. He wasn't exactly excited to share but knew it bring them closer than ever before

3. He wanted your last name changed to Wayne as soon as he could, it just sounded so pretty in his mind.

Elsewhere

Arkham Asylum really only had two moods. Batshit insane and eerily silent, the second day into your stay you’d been manhandled into the common area by this prick named Dave. He made the typical sexist comment as he hauled you around. Venom took over last minute to kick his ankle in, his body crumpled with a yelp as he slammed against the dirty tile. Before he could process the moment you’d moved forward to place yourself in the iron cage they called the common room. The chittering people around you silenced briefly at your appearance before resuming their chatter. 

Your eyes roamed the bustling room, wincing slightly at all the noise. Before you could pick a corner to haunt your allotted 30 minutes of ‘leisure’, the jumpy redhead from your first night slid beside you with a lip-splitting grin. Literally.

It had been days since you’d eaten enough, and a really big part of you was getting scared at the whole deal. See in your early days with V, he was still eating your organs from the inside out, he hadn’t said much besides the occasional word, a scary as shit thing to hear when you’re three bowls deep and alone.

‘Hungry’ was the first thing he’d said, and when you did in fact eat, trying desperately to ignore the deep voice in your head, he said ‘More’. 

Thankfully it was one of those nights neither of your roommates was home because if they were, they’d get front-row tickets to the show of you on all fours, viciously ripping into any and everything in sight. The fridge door was now hanging on by one hinge, the other flew off with the force you opened it with. Day-old leftovers and the last of Jason’s famous chili soon joined the cornucopia of food now resting in your stomach, and in the back of your mind, you knew something was wrong because it Just. Wasn’t. Enough.

In a moment all of it had come right back up, mostly landing in the kitchen garbage. A heat like nothing you’d ever felt before flushed over your body, and your head began to pound in time with the voice. 

“More. More. Not enough.” It felt like you’d been put in a blender and flash-frozen all at once. Clumsily you stumbled back into your room just barely making it to the bed before collapsing on top. Moments after, the blankets on your bare skin felt like hot glass, pushing you to crawl away from the feeling, now face down on the floor the voice had gone silent. Your body curled in on itself, and the heat coming off your flesh made condensation appear on the floor where you laid. Your eyes searched the room in a haze, the mirror hanging on the back of the door gave you a chill once you caught sight of your sickly form. 

Dark veins had crawled to the surface of your skin, and a sheen of perspiration coated your twitching form. Just before you blacked out the darkness all converged into a horrifying mass, completely masking your face in its own. The whites of the eyes were the last thing you noticed before darkness took over. 

You’d woken up god knows how long later arm deep in the chest of some unrecognizable heap, the remains of his tacky shirt let you in on his identity, one of the neighborhood's scummier dealers laid motionless, just outside your apartment. It looked like a bear had attacked him. One look at your gore-covered hands had you shoving them as deep in your pockets as you could, quickly backing away from the carcass, eyes blown wide with every emotion you had rushing at you all at once.

“What..fuck what did I do.”

‘I did what you couldn’t human. I fed us.’

”Fucking shit! Okay okay, breathe (Y/n). Just breathe.” A shaking breath left you as you wiped at your mouth, desperate to wake from this weird ass nightmare.

”Okay so- you got some bad pot, happens to the best of us. Someone probably laced it and this is just the worst trip ever.” A sigh of relief left you as logic calmed your raging mind. Thankfully it was late so people weren’t too keen to look down random alleyways, never before had you been so grateful to live in Gotham. It took nothing at all to scrape the remaining mush into a nearby sewer drain. You caught your reflection in a puddle near the crime scene, only to be met with a more fully realized monster from last night. 

Your back hit the wall with a thud. Frozen in fear, you tried to speak to the hallucination. 

“This- holy shit- what are you?” The question was more for yourself yet it was still answered. 

‘Venom. And I am not a monster. Stupid girl.’ It sounded annoyed but more concerning, it had responded to a comment you’d made in your mind.

‘Of course, I did. I am in you, after all, I can see everything.’ 

“Uh- okay! Okay, not cool, not cool at all.” You shoved yourself off the wall and back towards the door to your apartment. The evidence of your midday  snack was washed down the drain with a quickness, the heat from the shower made you nauseous so you quickly flicked it towards ice cold, at least it should have been, but the bitter cold felt good on your boiling flesh

It took a long somewhat awkward conversation but eventually, the two of you came to a fast conclusion. He wouldn’t take over as long as you kept him fed. 

A feat that had been put on hold since your impromptu Arkham stay. You were still good. At least your definition of good. No one was in immediate danger of consumption. You hoped so at least.

”You sure do space out a lot of sugar.”

”Only when I have to think.” this earned a loud cackle from the redhead, his smile rather contagious. The loud laughter had managed to resplit his lip, the bright red blood beaded at the lip, without meaning to you'd reached out a soft (s/c) hand, and swiped it away with your thumb, your lips encased around it, paying no attention to how flushed your conversation partner had become at the action. 

”How’s your face? I didn’t mean for that to happen.” He scoffed, his blush ever visible as he passed a finger over his bruised lip, “This is nothin’! A little knuckle sandwich for the price of getting to talk to you? Fair deal.” His smirk was dangerous, the kind that would have had pre-venom-you running for the hills. The bright red blood in his cut looked oddly fitting with his wild expression. The sweet tang of him was still thick in your mouth, his flirtation didn't help in the slightest, if anything it made your stomach grumble in a way that had you taking a half step back. “Right. Well glad we’re good.” Internally hoping your poor socialization skills would come in handy, you were disappointed when he closed the distance between you, eagerly dragging you to a nearby table. 

His smile was more of a sneer, all but permanently accompanied by that devious expression. Wide green eyes drank you in eagerly. “So how’s a pretty lady like yourself end up in the loony bin with the rest of Gotham's finest?” He spoke so animatedly, gesturing to the rest of the room with a playful twirl of his fingers. “Me? I murdered the ol’ mom. You know how they can be just,” his fist slammed into the table, “Suuuch a pain.” He leaned forwards to lessen the space even more. 

“She’s the only one under my belt but ooh do I got a helluva show planned!” He was pushing for a reaction, desperate to see who you were on the inside. You leaned on your elbows taking a second to process his tale. “You like to talk about yourself huh gingy.” His smile twitched a bit before he broke out into a cackle. “Well of course I do! Stars are always full of themselves Darlin’. Rule of the trade no?”

Had you not been so enthralled by your new friend and potential meal, you'd of noticed the stare of utter hatred the fresh-faced guard was shooting him. He held his electric baton with a white-knuckled grip, mentally debating ditching Tim's plan and just breaking it over the little shit's head, tossing you over his shoulder, and finally just bringing you home, it was then and only then he'd actually be able to breathe, he'd been updated on all your escapades since that night in Bludhaven, and just about fell over. Tim had to talk him down for an hour just so Dick would hear his plan out.

Dick knew he’d need a big distraction to get you out of there the right way. The cadaver with your uniform on was taking the role of your body while he’d be sneaking out the real one safe and sound. That fire in his belly burned hot at the memory. He knew all at once who’d be assisting in your little escape plan. Dick had the heart of a hero and he knew killing someone, even for you, would be frowned upon, so he did the next best thing. He dragged that Valeska prick out of his cell by his ankles and proceeded to beat him black and blue, he was still breathing, and Dick would never intentionally kill anyone. Sure he was choking those breaths through puddles of blood but hey, still breathing. He held the younger man up by his bloodied shirt, one hand dragged the limp body behind him while the other unlocked the door to cell block-A, Tim had scheduled a failure in the CCTV system, which had him moving at a leisurely pace. Dick whistled a nameless tune as he pushed the nearly unconscious man before him, he shoved so hard Jerome flipped over the railing and landed in the center of the room, three floors down. Dick stood at the top silently, “Sure hope you didn’t die from that Valeska. The next part doesn’t really work if you did.” The gurgled response from Jerome was enough for Dick to move forward with the plan. With the push of a button, every cell in the room slammed open with a crash. Like sharks in the ocean, they swarmed Jerome’s now still body, no sooner did they start screaming did the riot alarms go off. 

Dick counted to ten in his mind, the chaos had spilled into the rest of Arkham, and a fire in (Y/n)‘s room had consumed all in its path, covering Dick’s escape route perfectly. He drove with you in the front, tucked safely into a blanket he’d thought to bring, drugged out of your little mind. Dick took an extra five minutes to just admire you in the flesh. He’d been going stir crazy not having access to you, ever since he’d learned of your existence he’d needed to see you safe and sound, and now, finally, he could breathe. You were alright. You were with him. Nothing could get to you again, he wouldn’t let it. His smile never left his face, he knew you were asleep but hoped you'd subconsciously hear him anyway. "I'm sorry our first official meeting had to be done with you dreaming sweetie, don't worry I have our real meeting all planned out, I got stuck with the second shift watching ya' but I swear I'll be worth the wait." He spent the rest of the car ride like that, whispering sweet nothings to your unconscious body.

The ‘room’ was pleasantly cold. Much colder than the murky heat that haunted the walls of Arkham, if you could call it a room. The plush bedding was cool to the touch, it was the first thing you noticed, how good it felt under your fingertips. It probably had to do with how stiff and scratchy the poor excuse of a blanket folded crisply in your cell. The bloodstained jumpsuit you’d grown used to had been replaced by a soft, dark grey pajama set. It felt new but smelled faintly of cologne as if a man had worn it moments before it found its way onto your sleeping body.

The second thing you noticed was the small ringing in the back of your head, it was low but consistent, a constant thrum carried throughout your skull, never going away, it was so annoying in fact it drew you from your dreamless slumber. Venom was unsettlingly quiet. The only sound was the buzz.

Once you realized something was wrong, you sprung up from your comfortable position, now sitting upright, your eyes adjusted to the warm light the salt lamp provided, taking in the alarming state of your surround. The room looked to be at least 10ft, big enough for the large bed you awoke on, and a fluffy-looking lazy boy parked in the corner, a few books stacked neatly on the shelves lining the glass container. 

“What the hell.” A breathless laugh left you as you spun in a slow circle, hoping the explanation would reveal itself. “V are you seeing this?” You asked aloud, uncaring if whoever put you here found it odd. You were met with silence. The fear really started to roll in over you at the lack of response, “Come on V where are ya, big guy.” Sweat had begun to form on your brow, it only increased with the crackling of a speaker you hadn’t noticed before.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Jason’s voice came from a small box in the upper corner of the room. The once calming baritone now only further filled the sinking pit in your gut. “Jason? Is that you? What the fuck is this-Jason?” Your breath begins to pick up, the unease fully fogging your mind. 

The panic began to hurdle at you in waves, not helped by the door a few feet from your new cell opening with a woosh. In no time Jason had made it to the other side of the plexiglass, his sweet gaze paired with the gentle hand pressing against the hard surface felt out of place with the current situation.

“Shh- breathe. Just breathe for me- it’s okay honey- it’s okay look I’m here. I’m right here.” You brought a shaking hand to your mouth, mind swirling with all the information his appearance had given you. 

“I know you’re scared- I told the bastards you wouldn’t like waking up like that, all alone. I’m sorry about that. But I’m here now.”

”Why am I in a fucking cage, Jay? I went to bed in a cell last night. How the fuck am I here? Why am I here? Is it that shit with Penguin? God, I swear I don’t know anything please.” Your voice began to waive as you tried to handle everything. Why hasn’t Venom answered you? Why was that fucking buzzing still happening? Why were you in a fucking box?!

”I need you to hear me right now- really hear me.” His hand curled into a fist as he spoke, gently knocking on the glass to emphasize his words.

“You’re safe. Okay? You’re not in trouble or in jail or ever going to deal with that short bird-faced fuck ever again you here?” His voice grew in volume as he spoke, his hand closing into a tight fist on the glass. There was a beat of silence as you forced yourself to breathe properly.

”You didn’t need to run honey. I could’ve protected you from all of this.”

”You don’t understand Jason- what happened to me.”

”You bonded with an illegal alien parasite from space. Who cares?.”

”How the hell do you know that?”

”Bruce has a file on you, he knows everything. Even how to make it quiet up there.” his finger tapped twice against his temple

Teary-eyed, your head snapped up to look at the offender. “Who the hell- I don't know a Bruce- look whatever it is make it stop. Please I need V.”

”What are you talking about darlin’?"

“Do not play with me right now.” Your fist pounded against the wall before you, despite Venom being silent the doors of your cage rattled against the force you threw, so you knew he was still in there.

"I get why you're upset sweetheart- I really do but you gotta eat something okay?" His tone was light and sweet as he placed the hot meal in the small box, you quickly rushed him, hoping to grab him through the tiny door. "S'no good hun, only one door at a time." He had that god damned knee-weakening smile on his face while he spoke. You took the tray with a glare.

"Just cuz I'm eating doesn't mean I'm down for whatever Hannibal Lecter bullshit this is." He snorted through his nose, eyes never leaving you. "I didn't expect you to, look I know you have questions but we thought it is best to take it slow if nothing else I ask you to understand you're safe."

You scoffed under your breath, appetite leaving as the sting of his betrayal pulsed in your mind, of course, he'd turn on you, he was a hero. It was inevitable.

"So what you gonna lure me into a false sense of security then send me to some lab to be bleed me dry right?" His eyes widened, looking almost offended at the notion.

"You ain't hearing me, hun." He kneeled down to meet your gaze, you hadn't even realized you'd fallen to the floor. "You ain't going to some lab, or back to Arkham or anywhere I can't keep you safe." Exhausted with the entire ordeal your energy to fight all but sizzled away. "You don't need to do that Jay- I can take care of myself." Your voice shows the exhaustion you felt. He stared down at you with pity, so so close to walking in just to hold you, feel you with him. Instead, he sighed, "Caring about someone the way that I care about you, means you’re capable of anything. That’s the kinda love people don’t talk about. It’s real, it’s vicious, and it ain’t going anywhere." "You love me, Jay?" You sounded so soft and small when you asked as if you were genuinely surprised. His smile was the same one you'd grown used to seeing back in the apartment, warm and sweet like honey.

"You've had me in the palm of your hand since the day you moved in."

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[wildnya]

Big Sister Draconia

@leclerc-eisner @imvietnamesenotchinese ask and thou shall receive

i wanted to make an overpowered oc for twst. this is the result.

important edits:

~ no she is not to be taken seriously she’s here to make thing’s funny and entertaining

~since the diasomnia chapters have come out take anything that goes against canon with a grain of salt those are subject to change

i don't have a name for her just yet so if anyone has some suggestions that would be very appreciated(i want to keep that trend of 'mal' or something with `Mel' being the start of the name since granny draconia's name starts with it too) (and yes i have considered Mallory but it's too cliche for me). for shits and giggles her middle names are Meredith Sue

this is a bunch of rambling everything is out of order grammar is weird words are used incorrectly misspellings exist bear with me

i added my christconia edit to catch people’s attention it has nothing to do with the post

tagging @cupids-chamber @twisted-lusty @writing-for-me-at-this-point @bestwishes2u @stupidneko @mrsmephisto @leonakingscholarship @honey-milk-depresso for clout reblogs and mutual attention seeking

first things first, appearance. she is gorgeous and when i say that i mean natural super model body make the girls wet the boys hard the theys/thems sweat and asexuals and gays reconsider their sexuality drop dead gorgeous. she looks like a female version of malleus. but she is much taller than him. if they stood directly in front of each other mal's face would be in front of her chest. the end of her hair stops where her hips and midriff meet and is black and silky soft. what does she use? dish soap yes you heard me she uses dish soap. vil has begun to believe it has to do with growing up in Brair Valley. her boobies are on the bigger side but nothing extreme. hands are rough and callus from combat. same eyes and horns as mal. she looks like she has no muscle on her arms but it is quite the opposite there isn’t anyone alive that’s able to beat her in arm strength. oh and she has a six pack.

she never talks. ever. this is not an exaggeration. no one has heard her utter a word for centuries not even meemaw draconia remembers what her voice sounds like. and then there’s the permanent resting bitch face. only Malleus has been able to get her to smile and even then it's rare.

her magical energy is on a whole other level compared the everyone else’s. she’s so strong she isn’t included in the worlds strongest magicians. has enough magical energy to power all the magic devices in the world for at minimum a century. in this AU of mine there are certain individuals that are excluded from the top magicians list because they’re power is just so immense and can’t be measured. (i actually have two other oc’s in the same situation if anyone wants to hear about them-)

the reason malleus is the heir instead is because she didn’t want it. she’d rather do her own thing, and by that i mean go around the world fighting anything worth her time and enjoying her hobbies. she will leave for years at a time without notice and no one will hear anything about her til she teleports into the castle covered in blood dragging whatever she picked up on her adventure behind her. it is extremely unsettling and terrifying. malleus got used to it at a young age so he has grown immune to such sights.

one time she destroyed a whole empire because the ruler had the audacity to keep bothering her with letters begging to marry her. after that she tossed the responsibility of the aftermath to some trusted subordinates before peacing out like two decades. she’s also annihilated multiple nations for the smallest offenses. insult my retainer? everyone in the castle dies. look down on me for being a fae? you get to watch your friends and family be tortured to death. challenge me to a duel in a rude &/or condescending manner? say goodbye to any appendage that allows you to indulge in your favorite pastimes. you try to feel me up without consent? you will be neutered and be awake for the whole procedure. touch my baby brother? we don’t talk about what happens to anyone who does that.

her dragon form is a lot bigger than mal’s but nothing close to their memaw’s size. for reference malleus has canonically said she is much bigger than him.

lilia served under her during a few wars. not once did she lift a finger. the most that she did was patrol a border once or twice. the only thing she was somewhat active in was helping out citizens.

she likes things that are either much smaller or bigger than her. if you are a short king or queen she might take interest in you. but that depends on if she finds you amusing enough. she will put you in her lap and kinda just, toy with you. your face will be squished, hair will be twirled, and head patted. then she’ll leave you alone to do whatever. but you stay in the lap. the lap is where you live now. she will hand feed you. ask for whatever you wish she’ll get it for you. sweets? on the way. books? give the servants 20 minutes. latest game console and games? you might have to do some explaining to the servants but don’t worry you’ll have it before the next hour.

mal is too big to sit in her lap comfortably like he used to but he likes to snuggle close into her side and cuddle. he’ll rest his head on her boob while she does whatever. if his tail is out it is wagging. there have been numerous times someone has made friends with the floor thanks to the force of the wags. he is obsessed with her to the point he’s lowkey a platonic yandere. had certain things been different he absolutely would be. big sister does not like dealing with troublesome people though so that's that.

honestly if you’re unfortunately malleus’ darling and she exists in this universe you 100% be safe. she may not seem like it but she cares a lot about her homeland and how her family acts as they are a big part of it's image.. she has dealt with many yandere’s over her many years of life and knows how suffocating it is with them. she will not think twice about helping you. and if that means she has to beat some sense into her brother than so be it. she is happy to cast a curse that makes it impossible for malleus to be near you or spend years investigating a way to send you home. and if it really comes it she will be the death of her brother. she loves him more than anything but there is no way in hell she is gonna allow him to taint their home and bloodline.

she is nearly 1000 years old. when lilia first saw her he wasn’t even in the double digits of age yet. at that time she was the equivalent of an older teen in fae years. if you ask him what his first impressions were he’ll say that he thought she was awe inspiring and part of the reason he decided to be a soldier. they first met during his training to be a guard. she was sent to survey their progress. lilia will talk fondly about how some big shoots challenged her to spar and got their asses whooped with out her even taking her hands out of her pockets

speaking of pockets she really likes them. if the outfit doesn’t have pockets for her hands it’s unacceptable someone fetch the royal tailor these pants do not suit my tastes. she likes to go clothes shopping for herself others and pets. she has a lot of pets. she has her own castle up in the mountains and a whole section is dedicated to any animals she has picked up. they are the most spoiled animal babies to ever exist. each one has there own room, area to relieve themselves, and food made only with the best ingredients to match their tastes. her favorite baby is a corgi named Jellybean. she loves it so much she placed a spell on it to always be reborn like a phoenix so long as she lives. malleus has a life long one-sided rivalry with this pup. jellybean loves him. the feelings are not mutual.

she always disguises herself when she’s out shopping. y’all thought malleus had it bad when it came to people being terrified of him? ha even dark fae are petrified of big sister. if you read any parts of the story where mob diasomnia members interact with something related to their fae prince you will see they act similarly to sebek and silver. if big sister is in the room they would be acting the same as the majority of the school population does to malleus. she walks into denny’s and within minutes the entire restaurant is cleared. can’t blame them though she actually murdered grandpa draconia cuz he was tainting the family name. while memaw, papa, and mama draconia unconditionally love her even they feared her power to a point. mal is one of the so few the number doesn’t even reach the double digits people that isn’t afraid of the power within. that’s mostly because of his sister complex tho.

back to shopping she prefers to go out and shop for already made clothes. she can be very impatient so if she does need to get something custom made the poor unlucky individual has to literally close shop/put everything else on hold to make her outfit less they get on her bad side. only granny draconia and her late mother were able to get her to put up with this. they’d go as far as to hire the best of the best and have them collaborate to complete the job within a few days to keep her from coming after them. she likes turtlenecks a lot. more likely than not if she’s on an outing she’ll be wearing a turtleneck. same goes for lounge clothes. a perfect go to gift for her. malleus made a self designed matching turtleneck sweaters for her and himself one year for christmas. every year he designs a new pair for them. she has kept every single one, but she’ll never admit to it.

she loves to drag take those she cares about on shopping sprees. if she takes you you are the focus. she does not take multiple people if she can help it and this is her way of saying “I care about you” so suck it up and let her do her thing. you will be woken up before the crack of dawn and won’t make it back home until jesus crispy it’s 2 in the fucking morning please take me home i am about to pass out. on the bright side she will buy you anything you desire, clothes or not, and carry you around if she already isn’t.

do not complain. she does not take kindly to this and this is a way to get kicked from her proclaimed harem. yes she has one but not in a traditional sense.

like dragons in fairy tales she’ll hoard anything she finds interesting. she gets bored easily when something isn’t challenging enough. that’s where living things come into play. as stated before she has a whole section of her castle dedicated to pets. well there is a smaller castle located not far from her main one that is solely for those in her “harem”. it’s not actually a harem harem. just a bunch of people she thinks are amusing that she kinda just, kidnaps whenever she feels like it. of course they all have their own room like the pets but they also each get a personal servant and chef provided by her. (a lot of them are actually the ghosts of people who she killed, they are bound to serve her until she either releases them or dies oof) when malleus took part in the masterchef event he begged her to visit. as the best big sister ever she granted his wish but didn’t join as a judge. she is very aware of others view of her and didn’t want to ruin the other kids fun so she waited until after the event. malleus convinced ruggie to stay and cook too as he wanted the experience to be as close to what the others had. big sis took one look at the yeen and knew immediately he was going to be added to her collection. Malleus can pick up on the subtle changes in her body language easily after years of trailing after her whenever he could. he has complicated emotions about her harem and is very hostile towards the males apart of it in particular. poor ruggie is so confused and terrified for his life why is malleus suddenly glowering at him with smoke coming from his nose and why is his sister staring at him like she wants to eat him. needless to say the kitchen was pretty hot after that. but hey, at least ruggie can mooch off of the seemingly endless money big sister has. (she has expired a small amount big business bosses too for being greedy assholes and taken over their companies instead of destroying them. y’all thought kalim’s was wealthy? ha she makes sunshine child look poor) she has picked up others from NRC too, Riddle and Epel are 2 of them. they are smol angy kids in her eyes and she loves to carry around cute tiny things like them. Idia and Ortho are there too. ortho is a robot with a soul and who is also an adorable mischievous child he is a prime example of her favorite characteristics. idia had fascinating hair and is easy to fluster, another prime example of what she likes.

she does not like Grim. his voice annoys her.

more likely than not she’ll probably like what personification mc has taken on too. mc is probably the only man malleus approves of in the harem if he identifies as such.

this is getting long imma end it here if ya want to know more pop into my inbox i’m more than happy to answer questions

ps i will be posting a nsfw version on my adult blog so if ur interested hop over there-

#malleus draconia #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst malleus #she is the definition of a girlboss #nya rambling

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The thing is... Aemond not answering his phone? Sus. Aemond not answering twice? And when she's the one calling?? And AFTER he was brought in to Help Her with a thing she needed His Help with to be Helped? By Him? Her? And after they shared their little Ice cream date? And she was all relaxed and maybe sliightly flirty? And again... After he definitely could tell how the weight dropped off her shoulders when he touched her and ya know... Was near her? And he still didn't answer?

Aemond is dead people. Sorry to spoil it. He...yeah. he has passed.. the afterlife isn't a thing cause not even his ghost picked up that phone? Yeah.. sorry folks.. that's a wrap!

But in all seriousness.. he must have been taking care of her business or he was in deep shit himself? But if sth had happened and he Was fighting for his life then what was he doing at the club? Many questions....

Also an an extremely mentally unhealthy person with a horrible anxious attachment style and a disgusting amount of low confidence which is expressed by feeling like a burden the people around me who love me can't wait to be rid off..... I get her. 110/10.

If sb I felt like I had wronged, that I had destroyed their life, that I was going to be a bother to them just by existing didnt pick up..not once but twice? Oh i got the message. I'm so sorry i will lose your number and i wont even think of you again lest you can feel the weight of my thoughts and it's a discomfort to you.

Girlie is going through it!

Also the self harm stuff... The anxious anxiety of NOT wanting to think a thought or deal with a situation and your mind keeps reminding you and your heart starts beating fast, you get a stomach ache, you get antsy.

Yeah.. i.. this chapter is the most realistic thing I've ever read.

Also, something about her photo being that of a rare never seen before thought to have been extinct dragon Mid Flight ..

I just love Targaryens being crushed and obliterated and liquified under the massive weight of their legacy that is impossible to be met ever.

In conclusion regarding this chapter :

Rip aemond, full of powerful declarations of love and fealty and unable to back them up,,,

For real though aemond doesn’t do things by accident👀 he has his reasons👀 good thing it’s an aemond chapter next👀

Valaena is for the anxious attachment girlies!! For the mentally ill folk whose decisions don’t always make sense!! For the self destructive ones!!! The girls gays and theys who cry to the archer by taylor swift!!!

(For real though the more comments I got about her being pathetic and not badass and undeserving of aemond the more I double down on her being realistically flawed woman who doesn’t always make the right choices and is allowed love anyway)

TARGARYENS CONSTANTLY CRUSHED BY THE WEIGHT OF THEIR OWN DYNASTY,,, YOU GET IT BESTIE

keeping a legend alive sometimes kills you, as the Targaryens tragic figures would know!!!

Bless bestie thank you I wasn’t feeling the best about this chapter so this made my whole ass weekend:’)

#thank you queen #making my whole day #I love unlikable female protagonists #she is not a ya heroine she is MENTALLY ILL AND SELF DESTRUCTIVE #the archer by taylor swift plays in the background #ask #heaven knows fic

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I am still processing last night’s encounter with sexual attraction but here have a cut so you can just keep going if you like lol.

Attraction makes you say stupid shit. I would like to return it please.

One of them was talking about dysphoria because that was the topic (it is always in some way the topic in trans support group) and she lifted her arm and said “yeah some days I’m like really proud of this and some days it feels like it counts against all the other work I’ve done” and flexed.

And I just. Fully did not have even a second to anticipate my human mouth going, “Oh please have mercy, I can only take so much.”

I caught it right at the end to avoid saying “I can only be so gay” because I didn’t want to give the wrong message being that we were specifically in a nonbinary group and they were both she/theys. That is the only self-edit I got and I don’t even think it mattered. 

I asked if the two of them were going to the restaurant after and V gave a little torn frown and said “Actually we’re going back to the gym to finish our workout. We were three-quarters through when we saw the time and-”

I think they said more but I blanked because I was suddenly imagining the two of them at the gym and fully did not know what to do with myself. This shit is embarrassing.

The next part of experiencing attraction for the first time is figuring out that it’s not wrong of me and might even come across as a compliment as long as I keep all the weird lowkey. Part of me wants to get ahead of it and just tell them hey, no sweat, I am new to this and I am not being purposefully weird. But that’s probably dumb too. Also that’s assuming they don’t know (these two are 1000% used to people being attracted to them, I promise).

It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. I wasn’t at any point stammering or blushing and everything was fine, no anxiety, but holy shit what the fuck was that. You are seriously telling me pretty much everyone else started this process in middle school and deal with it day in and out?

On a sweeter note, I never really thought sexual attraction would also feel wholesome. It’s very different from the demi train of thought of “could I see myself getting to know this person enough to develop attraction” and very weird to have the attraction come first and not require that train of thought, but even though the attraction was definitely sexual it also felt...I dunno cute somehow. I probably have some internalized guilt and harmful ideas about attraction hanging around in me but it was nice overall. I kept fishing for the place the anxiety usually is and coming up short.

#is there a word for being a lesbian but triply so for trans women #like women used loosely in a nonbinary way not an invalidating way #they worked hard to present the way they do and they also ID with nb and it was a lot #their transness was where the attraction lay 100% #and it's true that I feel drawn to other trans people and suspected a kind of t4t thing #but it is so much stronger and way more specific in this case #personal

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track 001. london boy

─── ❝ so i guess all the rumors are true❞ ───

masterlist // next

bailey knew it was never a good idea to enter a pr relationship, but she was all out of ideas. if a fake ‘relationship’ could get her out of her slump she would take it. as a songwriter there was nothing worse than being stuck in a writing slump. she had done extensive research on her fake boyfriend and all she had come up with was that he was a scorpio and sassy, there was also something about him being an avid twitch streamer. so, clearly, her methods of research needed some work, but not by much, in her opinion.

it's also was a perk because it meant jeremiah would finally stop bothering her. she had made a few mistakes in the past and one of them was agreeing to go out on a date with him when they were 15. they had dated for 3 years until bailey had called it quits on them. her excuse had been that she was too busy with her growing career but she just wasn't in love with him anymore. the two had been best friends before they began dating and now their friendship was ruined, which is why bailey regretted ever dating him.

she had been single since then which naturally meant jeremiah thought she was still in love with him. she wasn't but he didn't understand that, so like every other guy who didn't understand what the word 'no' meant, he kept asking her out. this in turn meant she had to lie and tell him that she was talking to someone so he would stop annoying her. it was then that the opportunity to be an f1 driver's pr girlfriend fell into her lap. she hadn't even known who the driver was until she was signing the nda's with his managment.

bailey had been annoyed with him not showing up to the initial meeting but one quick google search for the f1 schedule had told her he was currently in austria racing. the two wouldn't be officially meeting until Silverstone, his home grand prix, or at least that had been the plan until his manager was texting her to let her know he would be showing up at her small concert in london. now she was effectively freaking out over how the two would make any of this believable if they didn’t even know each other.

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baileywinters london, i am in you

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user82 ariana (lando) what are you doing here?

↳ user90 who is this lando you speak of?

↳ user82 lando norris is a formula one driver, british, attractive

↳ user15 she is for the girls, gays, and theys only. mr.norris can leave.

jerimiahhuchanan sorry i couldn’t make it to your london show

↳ baileywinters its okay! there will be more!

zoyatorres have fun in london

↳ baileywinters will do! 🫡

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met this weirdo at my show, apparently he's famous or something? he was signing shirts

landonorris seriously? that’s the best you can come up with? baileywinters alright asshole see if you can do better

zoyatorres hello? you go to london and you meet a guy? i expect details winters! baileywinters you got it zoya!

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saw a pretty cool girl perform tonight. 10/10 would recommend. great show baileywinters!

baileywinters you think i’m cool? landonorris alright don’t let it get to your head baileywinters mine was still better landonorris as if

isabellaperez LANDO NORRIS HOW DARE YOU NOT INVITE ME?! landonorris next time, i'm sorry!

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baileywinters so the cars go vroom vroom in weird circles? thanks for the invite mclaren! i hang out with the weird guy from my show and suddenly i’m at an f1 race, life is weird.

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mclaren it was a pleasure having you here! please come to more races, lando’s more tolerable

↳ landonorris my own team against me? this is betrayal.

↳ danielricciardo you’re more quite when she’s around.

isabellaperez why did no one tell me you were here? mclaren i have a bone to pick with you and your drivers!

↳ mclaren redbullracing your admin is out of control

↳ redbullracing 🤷🏻‍♀️ what can they do about it?💋 isabella

jeremiahbuchanan since when are you into f1?

↳ baileywinters always have been but i’m more of a sebastian vettel fan than i am of the sport

↳ user13 she gets it

↳ mclaren she’s a aston martin fan? is this the betrayal lando was speaking of?

↳ baileywinters i will be a fan of whatever team sebastian vettel is on

↳ user63 these two just met and she’s already been invited to a grand prix? seems like a pr relationship

↳ user72 they seemed to hit it off. i don’t see what the big deal is? let them be friends. not every man and woman who spend time together are dating

↳ user91 not to mention it takes weeks to plan stuff like this out. they had probably already planned this when she met lando. she probably planned her london show around her appearance with mclaren

who’s jeremiah?

why are you asking?

he just dm’d me asking if we were dating. do i lie to to him or do i tell him the truth?

LIE! I NEED YOU TO LIE TO HIM!

also do think it's wise to tell someone you don't know that it's all fake?

okay, that’s a good point but why do i need to lie to him? you know him, don’t you trust him?

do you trust everyone you meet norris?

no, but if i scroll back far enough on your instagram he’s everywhere

we dated, he's an ex

why are you stalking my instagram?

i don't know if you're aware but i know nothing about you. i'm gathering intel on you

also you’re friends with your exes?

okay, that worries me a little but yes. why do you make it sound like i'm a fucking mission or some shit?

is it a problem that i'm friends with jeremiah? and it's one ex. i've only dated one guy.

how did one guy get you to write so many songs about him?

first you stalk my instagram now you're listening to my songs?

i went to you concert...i had to make it look like i was fan. what's the point of this if it doesn't look believable at least?

does this mean i have to go back and watch your old season? or can i just watch dts? please tell me i can just watch dts, it's so much faster

if you want a dramatization of f1, sure watch dts

wait, i just realized, you were stalking my instagram and your reason was pretty shit. lando norris, do you have a crush on me?

i'm not even going to entertain your thoughts.

that's not a no

alex albon WHO’S THE GIRL NORRIS?!

george russell what girl? lando brought a girl? huh?

isabella perez i can’t believe you didn’t tell me you knew bailey winters. friendship over.

carlos sainz qué? why did i not know lando had a girlfriend?

lando norris WOAH! who said anything about girlfriend? she a girl who’s a friend. there's a space between girl and friend. girl friend.

daniel ricciardo he has a crush on her!

lando norris i do not!

daniel ricciardo you were a blushing mess the entire time she was near you. and you were quite. penelope trevino lando's never quite. who is this girl?

natalia ruiz she was pretty, from what i saw.

isabella perez she’s gorgeous! besides the women here present she’s my wcw

charles leclerc we seriously need to find isabella a boyfriend

isabella perez get me your brother’s number charles leclerc what? you have his number? are you asking for lorenzo’s? isabella perez it’s a joke, but do you think he’d been willing to get me the number of some of those cute prema boys? isabella perez also arthur’s literally my best friend, i can get him a girlfriend though? i have friends. max verstappen sorry? i thought you said you had more friends besides us. isabella perez i do pierre gasly your sister doesn’t count isabella perez fuck you baguette and i do have more friends, you french fuck rowan todd i know you don’t want to get arthur a girlfriend when that boy is still hung up on your sister isabella perez if we don’t talk about it, it’s like they never dated. meaning i don’t have to be awkward around my best friend and sister.

daphne jones added one person

daphne jones no one question it.

(626)-584-6812 what the fuck is this?

lando norris oh god

isabella perez oh thank god i thought you added arthur or my sister and i was panicking because we were talking shit.

lando norris DAPHNE!

(626)-584-6812 daphne jones? oh my god! excuse me while i go scream in a pillow

lance stroll she’s so real for that mae jones daniel’s live reaction to meeting daph for the first time

daphne jones changed (626)-584-6812 to bailey winters

bailey winters i should’ve become friends with an f1 driver sooner if it meant knowing daphne jones

penelope trevino what are your intentions with my son? carlos sainz *our son bailey winters excuse me? lando norris PENELOPE REBECCA TREVINO! CARLOS SAINZ VÁZQUEZ DE CASTRO! isabella perez full government names, he’s pissed.

lewis hamilton i worry for you people, i seriously do.

lewis hamilton i apologize in advance bailey, they’re nuts.

bailey winters sir lewis hamilton knows my name. oh my god. i've peaked. this is what my life has been building up too

esteban ocon oh this comedy gold right here

lance stroll you cried after you met daphne the first time esteban. shut up. mick schumacher in his defense it's daphne freaking jones. freya vettel that's a valid excuse

sebastian vettel i have you children muted for a reason. this is insane. you’re all insane.

pierre gasly lando is currently chasing carlos with a golf club.

bailey winters where did he get the golf club from?

rowan todd i’ve learned it’s best not to question things around here. bailey winters noted.

penelope trevino he’s still my son, i regret nothing.

bailey winters i’m so confused

esteban ocon to clear it up for bailey, carlos and penny are lando’s parents after he drunkenly referred to them as mom and dad. mae jones penny and carlos claim to hate each other but we’re all waiting for that enemies to lovers trope to hit isabella perez just like we’re all waiting for mae and max to get their heads out of their asses and get back together. alex albon or for natalia and charles to stop pretending like we don’t all know they’ve been sleeping together and just announce they’ve been basically dating since 2019 natalia ruiz excuse me? carlos sainz the walls are thin. i’ve heard things. i bet sebastian did too. sebastian vettel i heard too much.

daniel ricciardo the only healthy relationships here are daphne and i + pierre and yuki

pierre gasly yuki and i are not dating yuki tsunoda that’s not what you said yesterday. i guess i’m not the love of your life. pierre gasly yuki, no, you are. i promise. fernando alonso you two desperately need to get girlfriends george russell fernando's never present but when he is he roasts the absolute shit out of someone.

bailey winters i seriously love you people. this is the best thing to happen to me in a month.

lando norris wow, and yesterday she said meeting me was the best thing to happen to her alex albon clearly she lied to make you feel better sebastian vettel you won’t think that for long bailey, i promise bailey winters i died, dead, deceased. digging my grave. here lies bailey winters, she died after meeting her favorite driver (sebastian vettel) and celebrity crush (daphne jones) daniel ricciardo she’s just like me. daughter? bailey winters father? wait, who's my mother? max verstappen daphne charles leclerc it may take a while for you to connect the dots

3:13 am

bailey winters DANIEL AND DAPHNE ARE DATING? I JUST FIGURED THAT SHIT OUT. WHAT THE FUCK? THAT FLEW COMPLETELY OVER MY HEAD! CHARLES AND MAX PRACTICALLY GAVE IT TO ME!!

¡leclerc-s speaks! love giving my ocs shitty exes. happy sprint day! manifesting a mclaren or ferrari sprint win today!

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #the honest series #lando norris #lando norris x female oc #formula 1 #formula 1 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #f1 fic

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Denki x Reader

TW - Mommy Kink

ALRIGHTY, THIS IS FOR MY GIRLS, MY GAYS AND MY THEYS!! I HAVE NO REGRETS OVER THIS AS I AM WHORE KNEE!!!

Seriously tho this fic is 3000 words so I really hope you guys enjoy! If you like it, please take the time to reblog <3 It helps a ton! Also if you have any suggestions for what I write in the future, please feel free to leave them in my ask box!

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“Come on, please~?”

Denki pulled his best puppy dog face as he tried to push his head in between you and the notes that you were writing. You loved your boyfriend dearly, but he had the tendency to be a bit annoying at times. Especially when you were trying to get important work done like right now. You normally loved how clingy and loveable he was but when you had an exam tomorrow, it made things a bit more difficult when he was all up in your space.

“I already told you, baby, I have to finish these first.”

You playfully pushed his face away which immediately resulted in a pouty boyfriend as he snuggled right back up to your side without hesitation. He rested his head on your shoulder, his lips pressed right against his ear as he spoke in a hushed whisper. “Please, mommy~?” His voice dropped an octave as he spoke. His normal playful cheery tone was much deeper and laced with something that made butterflies tingle throughout your stomach.

“Bed. Now.”

You sighed as you pushed your notes aside, standing up from the couch as you watched him run off towards the bedroom with an excited pep in his step. You couldn’t help but smile as your shook your head, following after your needy boyfriend as he somehow always got his way no matter what. You supposed you could work on your notes after you tended to him…Afterall, by the time you were done he would be a cute cuddly mess which would make working on what you needed to get done much easier than when he was loud and energetic.

“Someone’s eager.”

You walked into the bedroom to see Denki laying on the bed, shirt already off and he was working on wiggling off his jeans as he looked up to greet you. A toothy grin appeared on his face as he pushed his jeans the rest of the way off, leaving him in his boxers as he tossed them absentmindedly towards the other side of the room.

“How can I not be when my beautiful partner is waiting for me~”

“Flattery will get you nowhere…or did you forget that you interrupted mommy’s studying when she clearly told you to wait.”

You purposefully dropped your tone as you looked down at your baby boy with a disapproving look. You watched as his adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he gulped, his face stripping of his playful grin and becoming the picture perfect definition of submissive as a light blush flushed across his cheeks. “I just couldn’t hold myself back…” He adverted his gaze shyly, but you could already see the bulge growing in his boxers.

“Pervert. You like it when you get in trouble with mommy, don’t you?”

You crawled on top of him on the bed, poking playfully at his member which was straining against the fabric. “Looks like my baby boy has already gotten so excited for me~ Isn’t that right~?” He melted completely underneath of you, almost like he was a different person entirely as the cocky playful attitude was replaced with a submissive shy boy. You loved seeing him like this. He always looked so beautiful when he was blushing so prettily underneath of you. It made you think about skipping the punishment all together. However, your baby boy needed to learn his place.

“Go get mommy’s things for me, baby. Then we’ll begin.”

Your voice dropped again as you used your mommy tone, making sure he knew not to disobey as you sat on the edge of the bed and watched as he went to go grab everything that you would need. He was trained well enough to know not to miss a single item as he came back to you with all of the items you would be using on him tonight.

“Good boy~ Now…Ass. Here.”

You pointed to your lap, watching as he scrambled to drape himself over it, setting all of the items that he had collected on the bed next to you so you would have easy access to everything you needed. “You listen so well when you know that you are in trouble~ Are you afraid of upsetting mommy more~?” You rubbed his ass through his boxers, watching as his body shivered slightly from where he laid over your lap, his ass propped up slightly so you could touch it with ease.

You pulled his boxers down so that they pooled against his knees on the bed, letting his bare ass be exposed to the chilly air before you went back to rubbing one of his cheeks with a firm hand. “You look so pretty like this, baby boy~ So exposed for mommy~” You grabbed the paddle, one of the tools that he had grabbed for you, before you held it against his ass, tapping it against him lightly so he would know exactly what you were doing. “It’s a shame mommy has to punish such a pretty boy…Color?”

You waited for him to answer before you continued, wanting to make sure you’re precious boy was doing okay enough for this tonight. “Green.” His voice came out shy and wrecked, almost as if he were in sub space before you even did anything to him. A pleased hum left your lips as you grabbed his face with your free hand so that you could place a reward kiss on his lips for answering you so clearly.

“Good boy~ I’m going to need you to count for mommy, okay~? Think you can do that, baby~?”

The shy nod was all you needed to get started as you pulled the paddle back before colliding it against his ass cheeks. You knew exactly where to hit and just how hard to leaving it stinging but not painful as you knew how much your boy loved a slight shock. “O-One” His voice came out so angelic as he spoke for you, soft whines leaving his lips as he shook his ass slightly, almost as if begging for another hit.

“What a perverted boy~ Mommy is going to strike you ten times, okay?”

“Yes mommy~”

“Good boy~”

You stroke his ass again, a little harder than the last time as you made sure his sensitive bare skin would be able to take the hit of the paddle. You waited for him to give you a number before you swatted him again, watching as his ass slowly turned a bright shade of red under the harsh love you were giving it. You kept hitting him at a solid pace, giving him a few seconds in between each whack to make sure that he was both okay and would be able to adjust to the soft stinging of his bottom.

“T-Ten…”

His voice sounded so much softer now as he counted out the final number. You hummed, setting the paddle to the side as you started to rub your bare hand against his sore ass, watching how he quivered and mewled ever so softly as you massaged the sensitive skin. “You did so well baby~ Mommy is so proud of how well you took your punishment~” You patted his ass softly, a signal for him to get up as the two of you had a number of hand motions or signals for each other in the bedroom that didn’t require words.

He did so immediately, the hard on standing proud against his stomach immediately catching your attention. “Oh~ Did my baby boy like his punishment~?” You looked up at him as he was kneeling on the bed, making the delicious treat at head level. It was impossible for you to hold back when it was right in front of you like that. “Y-Yes mommy…”

You purred softly, licking up the length of his member before taking him to the back of your throat without warning, causing a loud moan to escape from his pretty lips. He was so easy to break. It was adorable to you how cocky he would act until you actually started messing with him and then he was nothing more than mommy’s good little boy. You held his thighs in your hands as you bobbed your head from where you were sitting on the edge of the bed.

You could already feel his legs begin to tremble slightly from the pleasure as he hit the back of your throat every time you pushed your head down. He always let out the cutest noises when you sucked him off. You felt around behind you as you sucked him off, humming softly in approval around his cock as you felt what you were looking for. You popped open the bottle of lube squirting some onto your fingertips before reaching around him as you never stopped sucking and lapping at his heart member.

His hands entangled themselves in your hair but when you looked up at him, his eyes were closed in bliss, leaving him completely unaware for what you were about to do next. Perfect. Your slicked-up fingers pressed against his entrance, rubbing along the rim which drawled out a surprised yelp from your boyfriend. He looked down at you with his cheeks flushed almost as red as his ass was after his punishment, but you didn’t stop.

The trust between the two of you was good enough that you knew Denki would use his safe word if you were to do something he didn’t like. However, you had been with him long enough that you knew he loved when you fingered him. He was quite the slut for it, actually, as he always moaned so loudly and would buck back against your fingers so eagerly.

You pushed your index finger inside of him first, slowly wiggling it to help open him up as he quickly became butter around your finger. He relaxed so easily for you that you would have praised him if your mouth wasn’t already full of his cock. You slipped in a second finger with ease, rubbing it along his walls and scissoring him open as his cock fucked deep into the back of your throat.

“M-Mommy….If you continue that….I-I’ll…”

His voice became so whiney but that was your cue to pull your fingers out and your lips from his cock, causing a lewd pop to fill the room. You watched him whimper and whine as he dropped back onto his plump ass, leaving him looking wrecked as he sat in front of you with a pouty look written all over his face that made it difficult for you to hold back a laugh. “I can’t have you cumming too early, baby boy~” You hummed as you grabbed a few of the toys before stopping. He had been rather good tonight so you supposed you could let him choose what he wants to do as a treat.

“Do you want mommy to ride you or do you want me to dick you down, sweetheart~?”

“R-Ride me…”

You hummed in approval, dropping the toys before you stood up to strip. You could tell his eyes were glued to your body for every second of it as you made a show of being extra slow when it came to your panties and bra. He was practically drooling as he watched you, his dick twitching so eagerly against his stomach that you were half convinced that he was going to cum before you would even get the chance to take care of him properly.

“Like what you see?”

You hummed as you pushed him lightly so that he would get the hint to lady down as you started to rub your now bare pussy along his cock without actually giving him the pleasure of being inside the wet heat. You could see how needy he was becoming as he weakly grabbed onto your hips, his eyes focused on you as he kept looking between where you were rubbing right along your cock and your face.

“M-Mommy…”

He let out a slightly frustrated whine when you hadn’t taken him yet, bucking his hips against you as if trying to do it himself yet you place a hand on his chest to stop him. “Use your big boy words.” You could already see the big pout forming on his face when you were going to make him beg for it properly but you knew he wanted it bad enough that he would do it and you loved to hear the pretty things that he would say just to get inside of you.

“P-Please mommy…I need to be inside of you…Please take my cock, mommy~”

His back arched slightly as he bucked his hips up more and how could you say no to such a pretty face? “Alright baby, hold on~” You leaned down to place a soft kiss against his lips while you grabbed his cock and lined him up with your entrance. He kissed you back sloppily, seeming to be a complete needy wreck underneath you and you hadn’t even fucked him yet. You knew he was just about to get so much worse as you pushed yourself down onto his thick cock.

You were already so wet that you took him with ease, letting out a soft moan as he filled you up, making you feel so warm and full inside. “Does it feel good inside mommy~?” You couldn’t help but purr as you watched his eyes roll back slightly as he bottomed out inside of you, his finger tips sparking slightly against your hips, feeling like static when you run on carpet with your socks on and then try to touch a door knob.

“Y-Ye…s….feels….s-so good in mommy~”

You couldn’t help the soft giggle when he could barely get out a coherent sentence, but your amusement didn’t last long as his grip suddenly tightened, and he started bucking up into you roughly. A loud surprised moan left your lips as pleasure was shocked throughout your body as he suddenly took control, making it practically impossible for you to think straight when he was pounding into you so harshly. You could feel him against your sweet spot with every thrust, making your toes curl as his grip was so tight against your hips he was bound to leave bruises there for you to wake up to tomorrow.

“Mommy~ fuck~ mommy~”

He whined out loudly, seeming completely ignorant to his own rough actions as he fucked you so good that you were seeing stars, allowing you no time to adjust to his fast rough pace as his hips bucked uncontrollably. “F-Feels so good~ ngh~ Can’t help…myself~!!”

“B-Baby-”

Your own loud moans mixed with his as you flushed in embarrassment at how easily you had lost control to him. How were you supposed to know he was going to start fucking into you like a feral animal? He gave you no warning as he completely lost control, his thrusts being sloppy but somehow that just made it all the more erotic as you both melted into the ecstasy.

You could feel the tip of his cock pounding deep inside of you with every harsh thrust as he practically lifted you all the way off of his cock before slamming you back down to meet his thrusts. You sometimes forgot how strong he was until moments like this, but you weren’t able to focus on that for very long as he was quickly turning your brain into nothing but mush.

You could feel the familiar heat boiling in your stomach embarrassingly fast, but it was hard to hold back when he was slamming into you so roughly without letting up. “D-Den..ki~!” You leaned down, slamming your lips against his in a messy kiss as the both of you were too far gone to make anything orderly right now. Somehow that just made things all the more erotic as your tongues met in a sloppy kiss that left drool running down your chin.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care about whether or not that was gross as both of your moans only seemed to get louder the closer you both got, muffled against eachother’s lips. You pulled away from the kiss as you came against his cock, a loud squeal of pleasure that you could barely recognize as your own leaving the back of your throat as you drenched his thighs as you came.

Shame and embarrassment filled you as you noticed just how much of a mess you made. You didn’t normally squirt when you came but it just kept coming out as he kept thrusting into you even after you had cummed. The over stimulation had your eyes rolling back in pleasure as your back arched from the overwhelming feeling filling your body.

You knew you were going to cum again if he kept up this rough pace as you were too sensitive after having just released but he didn’t let up. “D-Denki…wa-wait~” Your words were lost as he almost seemed to pound into you harder as he chased after his own orgasm, his loud moans filling your ears as he slammed as deep inside of you as he physically could before cumming. The rough thrust is what did you in, making you spill over the edge all over again as you cummed a second time while he filled you up with his warmth. A mixture of both of your cum covered his thighs and the sheets as you collapsed on top of him, completely exhausted.

“You’re unbelievable…”

Your voice came out quiet as your heat rested against his chest, making his rapid heartbeat loud against your ear. Hearing it made you smile though as you closed your eyes to take it in while you both slowly rode out your highs. You only opened your eyes when he chuckled softly, making you look up at him with confusion written all over your face as to what exactly was so funny.

“Don’t you still have notes to do?”

“Shut up…”

#denki smut #Kaminari Denki #denki x reader #denki x y/n #mha #my hero academia #mha smut

[vampish-glamour]

i follow the author of good omens on here and he's getting another show done called sandman? or whatever, and i remember when he announced the cast with the mf pronouns next to the character they were playing. i get that doing it online but... i mean irl you don't introduce yourself with your pronouns? or even with your gender. "well someone might misgender them online" if you use the characters pronouns on the show why would people do that? besides, it's not that big of a deal unless you misgender someone willingly. if it's accidental, the affected person just corrects you (hopefully politely bc i've had some cases online of "i'm not this, you transphobe!!!" when i've used expressions like "girl" or "dude" without checking their fucking bio first) and you go "oh, my bad" and continue the conversation as if nothing happened. but tbh i shouldn't be surprised bc if i remember corrently, some of those characters were they/thems, she/theys, and he/theys...

Oooooo I’ve been wanting to make fun of this 😂

This man is clearly just waiting hand and foot on the progressive crowd. After seeing the shit he pulled on Twitter with GO (which leaves me absolutely terrified to see what makes it into S2. I’m placing bets that one of the two guys will “present as female” in order to be in a straight relationship with the heavily gay coded guy. /hj. The fandom would unfortunately love that more than two gay men 🙄 ANYWAYS)

I looked at the poster… and my theory is that it was to accommodate the one singular they/them in the crowd. It sticks out like a sore thumb and it’s hilarious.

It’s just so funny to me to see obvious men and women with obvious he/him and she/her underneath. Stephen Fry is the only one on here I’m familiar with (I like his commentary on religion)…and somehow I always knew he was a he/him. Funny how that works.

Now, this is going to be mean. I’m stepping into the role of Mean Lesbian. I don’t know anything about the characters… but I find it amusing that the they/them plays “Desire”. Honey, no they/them is ever going to be the embodiment of desire… they’re all far too insufferable.

I can’t think of a good reason to do this except for pandering. I’m pretty confident that’s what it is, just considering who the writer is. Seriously, his woke pandering is part of what made the GO fandom so terrible to be in. I had to unfollow him because I simply couldn’t stand it lol. This man should have never been allowed to know the praise of the Q+, because I can tell he’s thriving on it.

#I always get nervous talking about him because he’s on this site and likes to jump on people’s posts #like sir just let a tired lesbian complain about your bullshit thank you #I saw the cast list and got really excited about a lady death #because like….yes thirst material #but then saw the they/them desire and had to laugh #oh I’m mean I’m sorry 😂😅 #asks #anon

[armenwii]

girls gays and theys.

i welcome you to my shadow weaver twins au.

now you’re thinking - so sw and ls are going to be different people? no. they’re the same. but she has a twin SHE HAS AN IDENTICAL TWIN this is super self indulgent because I love this dynamic it reminds me of suyin & lin beifong from legend of korra and EVERYONE KNOWS that all kyalin shippers from lok migrated to she ra and started shipping castaweaver (that’s what I did anyway sheesh)

:)

right, so. light and daisy. yes this is based of the fact i have a hc where shadow weaver’s given name was actually daisy.

light is the shadow weaver we know and love, and daisy is her twin sister.

they grew up with only a mom and we are not even going to get into their home life oh my god guys the mommy issues really jumped out ANYWAYS light decided she wanted to pursue a future in magic so she studied & went to mystacor, while daisy stayed at home with their mom. no magic, no obtainment shenanigans. just living peacefully.

daisy is completely disconnected from society by the way, she knows of the war but that isn’t her problem, her problem is the fact that it’s getting harder to grow food for herself because the horde keeps polluting the land ugh. she’s mainly a true neutral in the fight, but she wouldn’t mind if the horde stopped ah, you know, ruining the entire ecosystem.

flash forward to season 3 episode 1, or what i like to call it, milf central, everything goes according to the original script.

angella & casta try to interrogate shadow weaver (with little success) and casta reveals that there was someone interested in seeing shadow weaver.

her capture was not public information. like no one knew but high ranking officials from bright moon and casta (not sure about officials from mystacor) so they’re confused on who the frick it is, and more importantly, how they found out they have shadow weaver in their custody and managed to send them a whole message saying that they’re coming to see her.

casta and angella are trying to ask shadow weaver who it is, but as you guys may remember, that bitch was DYING (BAHAHAHAHAHA I SHOULD NOT BE LAUGHING THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE SERIOUS i take nothing seriously) so her thinking is mixed and confused and she just wants to go get drunk and call it a night but nooooo she has to be in the frickin. Bright Moon Spare Room. So coveted.

and they’re trying to shake an answer out of her because the message didn’t seem like it was from the horde but it could still be from a dangerous party and

BOOM

daisy bursts through the overly elegant doors to the “prison” and squeals when she sees the three of them.

castaspella is the first to recognize her - not because they knew eachother personally (they didn’t) but because daisy just so happened to sound almost exactly like shadow weaver, just higher pitched. her face is identical to the one she saw growing up in mystacor, and she’s just at a freaking loss for words as daisy walks through the barrier and tears the mask off of shadow weaver’s face.

angella is just watching like. (0 . 0) because the only recollection of shadow weaver’s face is from stories micah used to tell her, it took her a little longer to get it.

daisy is freaking out, the first time she’d seen her sister in so long . she completely ignores the scars on her face and litters her with kisses.

“no way.”

castaspella is just watching in awe. she never knew shadow weaver had any relatives - that were alive, anyway - so seeing almost a perfect copy of the woman is FREAKING HER OUT !! i would be freaking out too don’t worry .

and daisy starts asking how mystacor had been treating her because she had no idea of what happened in s2 ep6 (light spinner) and no one is stopping her because angella and casta are doing the thing where they point at the both of them with their jaws unhinged and dropping to the floor because they are in such shock.

“i missed you light”

“this isnt the time.”

after the whole shock factor wears off, castaspella kindly (not so kindly) removes daisy from the spell circle and drags her to another room with angella in tow. shadow weaver is just sitting there like :/

“are you two friends with light? my sister may be rough, sorry about that, but i assure you she has a heart of gold!”

they pull up the merged information file between bright moon & mystacor, detailing every single thing they knew about shadow weaver/light spinner including everything on the spell of obtainment. they show her the file and for some reason daisy is reading it as if it’s some sort of fictional story - like a comic book.

she’s never been involved with the war - she has no side in it - she would support her sister whether she was with the rebellion or the horde, because she valued family over beliefs.

she never bothered to “learn all that magic crap” so she’s just. a blank slate. that just so happens to have the same face as their biggest liability.

you all must know that im a sucker for long lost siblings, and i am literally on the verge of writing out the ROUGHEST draft for a story where shadow weaver genuinely doesn’t want catra to believe she defected to the rebellion, so she SENDS HER SISTER OUT to try and impersonate her as she works with bright moon to try and end the war.

yeah i don’t think daisy would do a very good job of impersonating her. if I actually get to writing it then... we’ll see. until then I will daydream about getting kissed by shadow weaver as we good people do

#light spinner #shadow weaver #she ra #spop #castaspella #she ra and the princesses of power #she ra 2018 #lex’s sw/ls au #i really don’t know how to tag things

[the-wotog-collection]

some new(ish) kids

“new” as in they didn’t exist yet when we last posted. so some of them are at least 9 months old. anyway!

list under the cut:

CAS

- they’re a half-elf monk! but now that i think about it it would be kinda funny if they had a level or two in rogue

- honestly? they’re a frat boy, but one who drinks respect women (and everyone, really) juice

- complete thembo. they have a -1 int, but +5 dex and +3 cha so who’s really winning here

- seriously when i say they’re a thembo i mean it. cas can dodge bullets all day but they don’t know that a tomato is a fruit

- they’re a people person and respectful and are very much work hard play hard. i love them

PUMPKIN

- now this is a bastard right here

- he/they tiefling rogue. yes they stole that crown what about it

- very much like mollymauk tealeaf i’m not gonna lie. they’ll charm the pants off of you and run away with your whole coin pouch

- smth i love about pumpkin is 1) their last name is pye 2) they have aliases bc in nearly every town they’ve been in there’s a warrant out for his arrest

- pumpkin pye (persona), a flirty rapscallion. if they had to pick one alias to stay as, this would be that one

- apple pye, a quiet sweetheart. kinda country bumpkin-esque

- pecan pye, taciturn but honest (as he can be while using an alias and on the run from the law and generally up to no good) and a hard worker

 - underneath all the layers? he’s kinda sad and lonely, still a flirt and a rapscallion but considerably less, and sometimes he just wants to stay in bed instead of going out and getting into all kinds of trouble

- oh also! he’s self conscious about his freckles, and usually uses some kind of makeup to cover them up if hell brain is acting up/he’s causing trouble

TENJIN

- i’ll be honest i do not remember if i still have their picrew

- i do nvm

- this is tenjin! iirc they’re a drow enchanter (homebrew class my cousin made) but ig in a legal game they’d be a divination wizard

- he’s such a sweetie, oml

- fun fact he has autism! mostly nonverbal and gets overwhelmed super easily, and has a whole pouch full of trinkets that they fidget and stim with

- baby. baby boy

- really fun to play actually

BEE

- she’s here to kick names and take ass, and she’s all out of names

- a whole lesbian. most of why she does what she does is to protect pretty girls

- human (shocker, i know) cleric of a storm god that i forgot to write down

- anyway!

- do no harm but take no shit is her motto. her methods may be borderline illegal, but hey, as long as the thing gets done it’s fine

- usually.

- basically her only method is swing a bat around until people talk and if the bat hits anything/anyone, well. that’s not her business

- oh yeah her bat. it’s infused with electricity and deals lightning damage as well as bludgeoning. it’s sick as hell

- she’s pretty rad

RAY

- everyone needs a weed druid

- okay but seriously. they eat every plant they come across to 1) figure out what they do (they have insanely high con dw) and 2) for magical power

- are they high most of the time? yes. are they really sad actually? also yes

- they aren’t religious, but they do worship the deity their childhood best friend (turned lover, yes) worshipped

- i might talk about that more later :)

- anyway they’re super chill and also one of the few drows i have, iirc

WALKER

- okay now we’re starting to catch up

- his name isn’t actually walker, but it’s what everyone calls him so that’s what he goes by

- he/they (wow theres a lot of he/theys huh) fallen aasimar gloom stalker ranger

- basically think of the edgiest anime boy you can imagine and go “what if he went to therapy”

- he’s such a good boy! yes they still do the adventuring thing, but make a point of going to therapy every week

- they’re making some great progress :)

- while he’s basically a witcher and gets treated like one (i.e. poorly), he just wants to settle down somewhere quiet when there’s no more evil in the world to grow vegetables where the only one around to judge him for being mute is his crow

- the picrew didn’t have a crow so please pretend that’s what the pigeon is

VAL

- valor is a tiefling fighter who came into existence bc i rewatched netflix castlevania and was super gay for striga so i made a character inspired by her

- also has autism, but in addition, she has ptsd from her days in the royal army. she’s seen some shit yall

- isn’t very good with social interactions, a lot of stuff goes right over her head and she’s just awkward as hell, but get her talking about her special interest (military tactics) and she will talk for hours. please let her

- fun fact she met her wife bc she was fishing in a bog trying to catch dinner and fished out a wholeass lady instead

- she’s buff as hell. she could use literally anything as a weapon and make it hurt

UNNAMED WIZARD

- i don’t have a name for them yet BUT i do know that they’re a bitch

- yet another he/they, this time we have a neutral evil wizard who doesn’t care who gets hurt as long as they get results for their experiments

- think albedo genshinimpact but with almost no morals

- yes he’d cast ninth level spells on his party if he was researching something. no he would not feel remorse. probably

- idk i haven’t fleshed him out yet i just know that he’s a bitch

MOUSE

- finally! my favorite character on this list

- this is maisy, but she’s so tiny that everyone calls her mouse

- when i say tiny i mean she’s a halfling and also seven years old. she’s fucking little

- little human druid girl who basically raised herself in the forest and can & will make friends with literally any animal she comes across

- her arcane focus is her flower crown, which also has berries growing on it. they grow back every time she picks one to give to her friends :)

- she’s so fucking pure oh my god. actual cinnamon roll and everything that’s good in this world

- her rat’s name is rat. he’s her friend :)

- and also dog sized compared to her it’s hilarious. she has a little leash for him made of vines and particularly spry twigs

- have some bonus art bc oh my god cutie

#mod ash #oh boy here we go #cas #pumpkin pye #pumpkin #tenjin #bee #ray #walker #valor #val #maisy #mouse #art tag? art tag #ash doodles #that only applies to the art of cas. it's one of the few pieces i'm proud of klajdshlj

[pogaytosalad]

Heres a wip of a sequel.

Dmviolence, by jade

Hello, if youre hearing this, it probably means im dead. Either that, or im alive and just got tired of keeping this hidden. You might remember my voice from a previous recording about a takeover in sector ⬽:➻, in which id helped prevent total annihilation of the sector. At the time i was unnamed, however now you may call me Kalton. After the takeover i resigned and moved to a job at a dmv. This planet was, for some reason, in one of the most tactically advantageous locations in the galaxy. And for some reason the higher ups dedicated the whole damn planet to dmvs. Dont ask why. Now, onto the story.

I woke up, and i put on my emerald green contact lenses. Just like any other day. I put on a basic white t-shirt and a leather bomber jacket along with a pair of jean shorts. If you cant tell by now, im gay.

I live in a small apartment. By small apartment i mean a bedroom, a bathroom and a kitchen all crammed into 2 rooms. I hopped out the bedroom window onto my motorcycle. It was a diamond white motorcycle with deep red stripes along the sides and the handlebars. My pride and joy. I put on my jet black helmet and took off towards my job at the, you guessed it, dmv.

Chapter 2

I pulled up in the parking lot and took off my helmet, my blue hair a total rats nest. The doors were push doors, yet i somehow ALWAYS pulled first. I entered the dmv and went to my station. A few hours passed by and no one had come in yet, which was unusual. So naturally i decided to sit down on the floor, put in my earbuds, and enjoyed some heavy metal. A few more hours passed by, and usually by now i wouldve been yelled at by my boss. This struck me as odd so i stood up. I really wish i hadnt stood up. The place had been completely destroyed. There were drop pods crashed in through the roof and they all had the ERGON logo on them. Ergon was a multi trillion dollar pencil manufacturing company with its own military. They had previously tried to take over sector ⬽:➻ when i had been working there. I was not looking forwards to what was about to happen.

Quickly, i ducked back onto the floor before anyone saw me. There were 4 riot soldiers holding this building. This was gonna be fun. The riot soldiers are your stereotypical riot gear and police baton soldiers. But these guys had laser batons and the riot gear gave them heightened strength and speed. They also had some, dare I say, shitty energy pistols. I crawled over to one of the soldiers who wasnt being watched and broke their neck. Carefully I took the baton and the pistol. Slowly crawled my way back to my station and checked the shot count in the pistol. I had 6 shots, just enough to take care of the remaining three soldiers. I stood up quickly and shot each soldier twice in the head. First shot to open the riot helmet, second shot to kill. I vaulted over the counter and grabbed the three pistols. These things were so stupid. You couldnt even remove the clips. Once you ran out of shots, the pistol was useless. Nonetheless, i didnt have any choice. I had a laser baton and 18 total shots in 3 pistols.

Upon leaving the building, my motorcycle was one of the few things to survive. It had alot of scratches and damage, but it still worked. The helmet was shattered however. I mounted the motorcycle and took off towards the next closest dmv. Maybe id find some better gear there.

Chapter 3

Pulling up next to the second dmv i immediately noticed 3 things. 1: there was blood everywhere. 2: there were 25 soldiers here. And 3: they all had energy weapons. The reason these things are relevant is because energy weapons dont cause bloodshed. This was the result of something else. Something new i hadnt dealt with yet.

I drove up and ran over 5 of the soldiers. This was probably an incredibly bad idea, seeing as i had 18 shots, enough for 9 kills, and there were 20 soldiers left. Every single soldier turned to me and i, being the absolute genius that i am, welded the front of one of the pistols shut with the laser baton, shot it off, and threw it into thei crowd of soldiers. It exploded, releasing a shockwave of energy and disabling the soldiers. I then used the baton to cut through the riot gear and kill the soldiers. I felt like a badass. That is until a mechanical looking wolf jumped at me and started trying to rip my face off.

The wolf was a frostwolf, except it had been placed into a mechanical frame and its teeth and claws had been replaced with lasers. I tried to bash it off of me with the baton but it just bit it in two. This gave me just enough time to grab an energy pistol and shoot the wolf. It kept trying to kill me amd i wasted a whole clip on it until suddenly, the dog started to levitate in the air and got thrown aside into a wall. I got up and was instantly frozen in place. Thats when.. she walked up.

Chapter 4

The she i am reffering to is ebony. A goth/punk wannabe with light blue tear shaped eyes and black hair with purple streaks. Shes a bitch whos mind got too powerful and now she can move things without touching them. Shes been chasing me for months. Not in a murderous way. Shes just obsessed with me. Ive tried to tell her im gay but she wont listen. And now im at her mercy.

She walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. I hated it. She looked as if she was contemplating whether or not to free me when a pod came down from the sky and crushed her. Thank god. But i honestly wouldve rathered suffered at her hand than deal with what i had to deal with next...

Out of the pod came the warden. The goddamn warden from sector ⬽:➻. Last id seen him hed been in the same situation as ebony. Crushed to death under a pod. But this time, instead of being on my side, he was here to kill me. He was huge. Like seriously huge. He was at least 8 feet tall and shaped like gaston. Whos gaston? Nobody knows these days. But its basically a way to say "extremely buff and wide". Back to the story. The warden wasnt looking very good, considering the rotten skin, obviously quickly patched together face, and muscles hanging loose out of his skin. His rotting ruined body was held together by an exoskeleton of chromium-tungsten alloy. Nothing i had was gonna cut through that. I was gonna have to get creative here..

The warden had 2 weapons, both of them were his fists. Huge gauntlets that were each about the size of a cow. Definitely bigger than his previous set. They were a golden green metal i couldnt identify. But i didnt want to get hit with one to try and find out. I ran. I ran as fast i could run into the dmv and hid. I could hear the wardens footsteps. It was as if a small earthquake happened each time he took a step.

I peeked over the desk i was hiding behind and saw him punch through the 2 desks opposite to me. It took no effort and i couldve sworn i saw him smile. Obviously i didnt. Cause he didnt have a mouth anymore. But if he did, he definitely wouldve smiled. I took a shot to get his attention and ran off towards the wall. The warden was definitely faster than i expected.

Luckily i managed to dodge the blow by a centimeter. The metal smelled of decaying flesh and popcorn. The wardens blow punched a huge hole in the wall. I hope you see where im going with this.

I ran off to another wall and we repeated this same process a number of times until the building was barely still up. I ran out the doors and threw the baton at the last of the supports, cutting through it and causing the building to collapse in on the warden. He wasnt getting out of that. I decided to search the rubble to see if i could find anything worth taking. I found a new baton, a flame rifle and a few more energy pistols.

The flame rifle was a very interesting design. The sides were painted jet black with flame decals scattered about. You could feel the heat on the inside and it made the gun warm to the touch. Comfortable to hold. Other than that though, it looked like an old fashioned 8.59mm sniper rifle. It had 4 shots remaining, so id have to use it sparingly.

I grabbed some scrap materials out of the rubble to make a holster for it and put it on my back.

The energy pistols just dangled from a keychain. The baton was simply turned off and placed through a hole in the back pockets of my shorts. I ran to my motorcycle and drove off, i needed to find out more. I had questions, and i had a sneaking suspicion that i knew where to find the answers.

I drove off again, i was dirty and there was blood on me and my bike. I probably looked like a serial killer. But i knew that if anyone was still alive, itd be jayden. They were.. well. They were a vampire. They lived in a swampland area and wore sparkly rainbow shirts and a huge sunhat. The sunhat allowed them to go outside in the sun, and they only drank coconut water. They also had a crazy amount of weaponry and used to work at ergon, before being fired for stealing weaponry. By the way, if you havent noticed by now, im using they/them to refer to jayden. Jayden doesnt have a gender. Jayden.. is kind of my crush. It probably has something to do with the fact that theyre the only person on this planet who talks to me. Other than ebony.. but ebony is... not my type i guess. Anyways, back to jayden. Jayden was on the roof of their swamp shack drinking coconut water out of a wine glass. I yelled up at them and they fell off the roof onto my back. I guess i cushioned their fall. Jayden immediately said "What do you need dear" without waiting for me to stand up, and shattered the wine glass. I informed them of the situation and asked the questions i had. Things like "what are the ergon soldiers defences like on their ships" and "how did they reanimate the warden" they had answers.

Jayden told me about the new security measures that had been put in place since id last been on an ergon ship. There was now a code for each teleportation pod and the gaurds had doubled. As for the warden, it turns out jayden was actually the first test run in reanimation sciences, and couldnt answer me because they had been unconcious in a lab when the warden was reanimated. That explained the vampire undead thing. Jayden invited me into the shack where they pulled a nail out of the floorboards and it turned into a ramp to the basement. Down in the basement? Thats where jayden kept their weapons they stole. And boy oh boy were there some interesting ones.

One that immediately caught my attention was the big rocket launcher. It had 3 barrels and each was a different colour, indicating a different effect. One was red, one was yellow, and one was green. The red barrel fired a normal explosive rocket, the yellow barrel fired an electromagnetic pulse rocket, and the green barrel fired an acidic explosive. And the launcher shrunk down to the size of an energy pistol when a button was pressed. It gathered up dirt and dust and garbage around it from the back to quickly convert into ammo but the only downside is that it would be difficult to use more than once in an area.

Jayden picked out an old shotgun. At first i didnt understand why, but then they loaded the clip. The clip was a huge drum that loaded in the bottom of the barrel. The drum was see through and inside you could see sawblades lined up side by side. When they pumped the shotgun a blade got lifted into a slot between the 2 shotgun barrels and started glowing red. When the trigger was pulled, the blade spun at high speeds and fired out of the slot, spinning along the ground like a wheel. It could cut through anything a baton could cut through and seemed to almost follow its target. The gun itself looked like an DP-12, except behind the pump, a large clear drum full of sawblades was in place. The blade sat between the barrels in place of the iron sights and got heated up by an electrical circut.

I also took a laser sword instead of my baton, it was just like the one that [3825968] had, except this one was about an inch longer. The final weapon i took was an acid thrower. It was basically just a watergun with acid in it. Ive always been partial to acidic weapons. If youve heard my other story, youd know why..

Jayden also took a submachine gun that fired freezing rounds. The rounds were essentially glorified waterballoons with liquid nitrogen in them. Though the rounds were bullet sized, enough shots from it would certainly freeze you in place. The freeze gun was about the size of the average human head, and was painted navy blue with blue saphire stripes placed along it. We both left the shack, me with my sword and jayden with a wine glass. We were ready to kick ass and put a stop to this.

We left and immediately both got flung into some trees. Guess who it was. It was ebony. Her body had been found and reanimated. I was starting to see a pattern. And now we had to fight the telekinetic who could kill us with a wave of her hand.

She was levitating. Her eyes were glowing red and her hair was floating in the air. She had a smile of someone about to rip your arms off and beat you with them. I tried to take a shot at her but my hand got knocked aside by an invisible force. So i tried the next best thing. Seduction. Fake seduction. Hopefully the whole dying and coming back from the dead thing didnt make her stop being weirdly obsessed with me.

While i faked surrender and complimented ebony and attempted to seduce her, jayden took aim of their ice gun and shot a burst at ebonys right arm. The arm froze in place and shattered. Hopefully that would lower the strength of her telekinetic abilities. It did. But only by about half. Which meant jayden got thrown into the air as i tried to discreetly unholster my acid gun. It wasnt discreet enough and the gun was knocked from my hand.

The gun flew forwards and the impact of hitting the ground set it off for a second, just enough to spray an acidic burn through her arm. Incapacitating her. Jayden ended up sneaking up behind her and impaling her through the skull with the shattered end of their wine glass. Finally ebony was dead for good.

The acid gun was busted, so we had to leave it behind. We got onto my motorcycle and took off towards my apartment building. We would need food if we were going to be traveling. An apartment complex would probably be full of foods, and alot of dead people who wouldnt care if we took some stuff.

#writing #scifi #fantasy violence

[hh-rose]

Pre Finale

The goal was to have a party better than the first party. Obviously, that goal was reached when the idea for open mic was brought up. The goal was more than reached when the whole gang joined together and sang Dancing Queen. At least, that’s when everyone thought it hit its peak, but there was still a whole night ahead of them.

“Uuuggggghhhhh,” Cyrus groaned when he sat down next to Buffy. She was outside alone. Cyrus assumed that she just needed to get away from everyone for a second. He thought it was the perfect time to have a conversation with her.

“I feel that,” Buffy said quietly. “I just *unintelligible noise*. You know?”

“Trust me, I know,” Cyrus answered. “Like, I completely and utterly know exactly what you mean. Boys. I like TJ so much, and there’s times when I think he likes me too, but then he hangs out with Kira or I remember that he’s probably straight.”

Buffy nodded in agreement. Cyrus wasn’t done ranting. “Did you see how he looked at me when he walked in? And, did you notice how I was all set on singing alone, but he put my microphone next to him? Literally, the microphone was on top of him. I’m not crazy, right? Am I just imagining all of this? I was probably just deluding myself.”

“You weren’t deluding yourself,” Buffy stated. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Obviously, I can’t say for sure, but I’m pretty positive that he likes you, Cy. I, on the other hand, completely missed my shot with Marty. He doesn’t like me anymore.”

“That’s not true, Buff,” Cyrus said sweetly. Buffy rolled her eyes. “No, seriously. I think he told you that he doesn’t like you anymore because he was scared of being rejected again.”

“You know there’s only one way for us to figure all this out, right?” Buffy questioned. They both pretended to shiver. “We have to talk to them.” Buffy pointed at someone on the bench by the fire. “Speak of the devil.”

“Oh, God,” Cyrus said, standing up. Buffy stood up too. “I can do this.”

“Yeah, you can,” Buffy said supportively. “Tell me everything right after, okay? Good luck.”

“You too,” Cyrus said before he turned on his heel and headed toward TJ. “Can I sit?”

“Sure,” TJ answered with a grin.

“I didn’t know that you could play the piano,” Cyrus stated. TJ shrugged.

“I have layers,” he replied. Cyrus smiled remembering the first time TJ said that to him.

“So, I’ve heard,” Cyrus said with a smile.

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know about me,” TJ said sincerely. “All you have to do is ask. Go for it.”

“Okay,” Cyrus said. He thought for a second. “What does TJ stand for?”

“TJ stands for,” TJ took a breath, “Taylor James.”

“Taylor James? Like, James Taylor backwards?” Cyrus asked, half joking. TJ shook his head fondly. “Taylor James. That’s a great name. I love it.”

“I never really liked it because people used to make fun of me because they thought that Taylor was more of a feminine name,” TJ explained. “I don’t know. I guess it was kind of embarrassing, so that’s why I started going by TJ.”

“Well, I love the name Taylor,” Cyrus said enthusiastically. “But, I also love the name TJ. I think you should go by whatever makes you feel comfortable, and people should respect that.”

“You’re literally the only person I can talk to like this,” TJ says.

“So I’ve heard,” Cyrus said, giggling slightly. Neither of them said anything for a second. Then, TJ got the nerve to ask Cyrus a question.

“Is there anything you want to tell me?” he asked. Cyrus took a breath. Slowly, slowly, TJ’s hand traveled to meet Cyrus’s. His fingertips brushed Cyrus’s.

“Uh,” Cyrus let out another breath. “I’m gay.” TJ smiled at him. Like, full on gigantic grin. “And I like you,” Cyrus said quietly.

“I like you, too,” TJ said, holding up their intertwined hands. Cyrus grinned back.

“I love holding hands,” Cyrus said. TJ put their hands in his lap and squeezed.

“I love holding your hand.”

…

Buffy watched Cyrus walk over to TJ, and then she went into the house. Marty was at the mic performing some sort of stand-up thing. He was actually pretty funny, and Buffy was going to tell him that.

“Hey,” she said when he walked over to her after. “You were pretty funny up there.”

“That sounded like an actual compliment,” Marty responded. Buffy blushed slightly. “What’s happening here?”

“Do you really not like me anymore?” Buffy asked. Marty looked at her, slightly, confused. “I mean, I completely get it if you don’t. I said we were better off as friends, and you thought that I didn’t like you.”

“Buffy,” Marty said, but she ignored him.

“I realized that I liked you after I rejected you, and then it was too late,” Buffy continued. “And, it’s probably too late now. I just had to tell you in case maybe you still liked me, but you don’t. That’s completely fine. Trust me, it’s fine.”

“Buffy!” Marty said loudly. Buffy stopped talking and looked at Marty. “You ramble when you’re nervous.” Buffy blushed. “You have nothing to be nervous about, though. I still like you. I never stopped. How could I stop liking The Buffy Driscoll?”

“That is one of the universe’s great unanswered questions,” Buffy said with a smirk. Marty grinned at her.

“She’s back,” he said. Buffy was about to respond when she saw Cyrus and TJ walking toward them holding hands. She had to physically stop herself from screaming.

“Hi, Marty,” Cyrus greeted. “This is my…TJ.”

“You can say boyfriend, Underdog,” TJ whispered to him. Cyrus smiled and turned to Buffy.

“I can say boyfriend,” he said excitedly. TJ grinned.

“It’s fine, anyway. TJ and I already know each other,” Marty said. TJ reached over and did some sort of secret handshake with Marty. Cyrus and Buffy shared a very confused look. “Guys, we’re brothers.”

“You’re what?” Cyrus and Buffy asked in unison.

“Hey, sis,” Marty said to someone. Amber walked over to them. Buffy and Cyrus didn’t know what to say.

“Hey, losers,” she greeted.

“What on Earth is happening?” Cyrus asked Buffy.

“I think the universe is imploding because we finally got together with the…Kippen Brothers,” Buffy offered. Amber shrieked.

“No way! I’m so happy for you guys!” she yelled, hugging both of her brothers.

“What is going on in here?” Andi asked when she and Jonah joined the group.

“Amber, TJ, and Marty are siblings,” Buffy stated, still not fully comprehending.

“What?” Andi asked, completely shocked.

“You didn’t know that?” Jonah asked. Andi, Cyrus, and Buffy all looked at him.

“You did?” Andi countered. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I thought you knew,” he said defensively. He pointed at Cyrus and TJ holding hands. “Cyrus is dating TJ, and he’s friends with Amber.” He pointed at Marty’s arm around Buffy. “Buffy is dating Marty, and she played basketball with TJ. And you and Amber,” both girls blushed, “are you and Amber. You tell each other everything.”

“We should have known,” Andi said. Buffy looked at her.

“Where have you guys been all night?” Buffy asked. Jonah smiled and nodded at Andi.

 “I was showing him something. Something that I have to show you guys now,” Andi explained. She began walking to Andi Shack, and everyone followed her. Bex and Bowie were both outside. “Mom, dad, come here.”

 Andi opened the door to Andi Shack and let everyone see what was in there: she turned all her old Grant Middle School and Jefferson High paraphernalia into a shape that resembled the word goodbye.

 “Why would you do this? Why are you saying goodbye?” Buffy asked. Andi let out a breath.

 “I got into Shadyside Academy of Visual Arts, and I’m going there instead of Jefferson,” Andi explained.

 “Did you know about this?” Bowie asked Bex. Bex looked at Andi.

 “No,” she said softly.

 “I didn’t want to tell anyone because I was scared that I wouldn’t get in,” Andi explained. “I had to make sure that I got accepted first.”

 “We’ll give you guys a minute,” Bowie said when he saw the sad looks on Buffy and Cyrus’s faces. The three of them stood there not really knowing what to say. 

 “Are you guys mad?” Andi asked.

 “Of course, we aren’t mad,” Cyrus stated.

 “Maybe we’re a little sad, but we’re mostly proud of you,” Buffy explained. Cyrus nodded.

 “But,” Cyrus began, “it’s not like you’re moving across the country. You’re just going to a different school. We’ll still see you all the time.”

 “All the time,” Andi said, trying not to cry. Buffy and Cyrus moved forward and hugged her. Cyrus pulled away and smiled.

 “We have a party to get to,” he said. “I also have a boyfriend to get to.”

 “Cy, you know how proud of you we are, right?” Andi asked. Cyrus nodded. “We’re also really happy for you.”

 “I’m really happy, too,” Cyrus said. “Come on, let’s get out there.”

 Cyrus and Buffy both went over to the fire and sat down next to TJ and Marty, respectively. Andi was about to go over too when she felt someone grab her arm. She turned around to see Jonah.

 “I have something to give you,” Jonah said. Andi prepared herself for another horrible present, but, instead, she was greeted by a very familiar bracelet.

 “I thought you lost this at camp,” she said, reaching out as Jonah put it in her hands. He shrugged.

 “I thought that if I told you that I still had it, then you would want me to give it back. I didn’t want to give it back,” Jonah explained. “When you first gave it to me, I couldn’t believe that you made it. It was so amazing. I knew that you were a ridiculously talented artist. Now, it’s your turn to look at this bracelet every day and remember how talented you are.”

 “Jonah, you are literally the best friend ever,” Andi said, hugging him. Jonah let out a small laugh.

 “You’re gonna be docious magocious at art school,” he said when they she pulled away. She smiled at the term she hadn’t heard in what felt like an eternity.

They both walked over to the rest of the group at the campfire. Andi sat down next to Amber who smiled sheepishly at her. Jonah sat at his own bench. There they sat: the Good Hair Crew, the Kippen Siblings, and Jonah Beck. The ultimate group. The group to end all groups. Sure, they still had a whole lot to get through (they were nowhere near the end of their story) but in that moment they were untouchable. They were together. They were here.

#andi mack #tyrus #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #muffy #buffy driscoll #marty kippen #ambi #amber kippen #jonah beck

[transhorrors]

it fucks me up because i joined this recreational gay kickball league and it’s super fun, but there’s like mm… one other trans player i’ve been able to clock? a few she/theys. but i seriously have developed this complex where i am terrified that people are gonna find out i’m not cis and i’m gonna lose the passing friendly intimacy i have with all these fun gay dudes and the idea of that genuinely makes me want to die a little. i’ve never had gay men romantically or sexually interested in me and it’s only because they think i’m cis. which is great and also sucks. idk though i can admit i’m willing to lie and betray my own ideologies for a physical gay community of my own because i have never had any connection with any gay scene, this is my first one and i’m not gonna lose it just because i have a pussy like

#ask to tag or something? lol