#drag thread

[angelo-chuck-wagon]

Pride month may be officially over, but it ain't gotta end for us! We're like this every dang day! Today's the big day if ya wanna dress all pretty! Stop by this thread and have a good time! Remember, this part's all ages. Create a new thread if you wanna do anything... you know... more private!

(Fixed the poster since Angelo musta forgot to put my name.)

[gloriousmonsters]

love when you can ask the Narrator why the Princess is a Princess and he's like 'well i uhhhh YOU did that. maybe it's because uh... something something about her being above you... but still approachable... look i don't want to analyze or anthropomorphize your--' my guy. i am a primal being of Order and Eternity and Shaping. You're the one who convinced me I was some dude and were quite willing to take credit for shaping my view on the world through narration five seconds ago. Are you gonna look me in the eye and tell me the desire to interpret something worthy of adoration and more powerful than me as a dommy princess is written in the very nature of the universe or are you going to show me your browser history like a man

[gomzdrawfr]

having thoughts

Ghost's kid thoughts

[elodieunderglass]

I volunteer in a charity shop in a small town surrounded by fields. One of our regulars is a tiny drag queen who, when not buying every piece of sparkly nonsense small enough to fit him, works with horses. He is a perfect match for your description of a retired jockey and I just thought you should know this.

(In reference to this description of a retired jockey which came about because OH GOD I MADE MYSELF SO SAD RESEARCHING JOCKEY INJURIES, I could not go on until trying to promise myself Killie got to retire (and not be horseless.) Also, while writing that comic, I got intensely and powerfully sad that I wanted it to be true, and that Greyuncle Killie could really be living his weird little life on some other plane. But he is not only fictional, but an OC; how lonely to only exist when one person thinks of you; how sad to seem so vibrantly real that it’s easy for someone to imagine, resignedly, that of course you’re the sort of man to wear a Barbour gilet - but not get to be real, or retire, at all.)

You cannot imagine how timely and lovely it was to receive this ask. Genuinely went from a strange grief feeling about a little man who isn’t real, to feeling a clear and powerful sense of life-affirmation. The world is full of so many guys, out there, and they are living complex lives, and if you don’t know that guy, maybe SOMEBODY does. Maybe you ARE that guy. And there are guys like you out there.

I am so, so glad to know this. Thank you sincerely.

[sysig]

Do not separate them /threatening (Patreon)

[lozzamation]

Hermit A Day May

Day 20. Xb

[quibbs126]

I had another thought with that one megop sparkling idea I keep bringing up but never fully committing to because I can’t decide on any one idea and at this rate I think I’m just annoying people

But yeah, I had another thought, one that I just thought was funny. I want to draw it out, but I’m lazy and also I have a test tomorrow that I have to study for, so I’m not doing it now. But I’m also impatient, so I’m giving you the bullet points/written version. If I’m sensible, I’ll take this post down after I finish the actual thing so I’m not too repetitive

Anyways, so there’s the kid, who is the child of the two leaders of the Autobot and Decepticon factions, and thus, potentially, holds a lot of value as a hostage and bargaining chip. Granted, I don’t know how known they actually are, there might just be a rumor going around that the two leaders have a secret kid somewhere

But anyways, someone (I don’t know who) gets the idea to capitalize on this, and afterwards calls up Optimus and Megatron, who are up to their usual things, claiming they have taken their sparkling captive and want some demands or other if the two ever want to see them again

Now both of them are very confused by this turn of events. Optimus has no goddamn clue what this guy’s talking about, because he’s pretty sure he knows the two of them definitely don’t have a sparkling. Megatron meanwhile does know they definitely had a sparkling, but he’s cycling through his head the possibilities of if this guy’s telling the truth. Because he was pretty sure no one knew about them, how did this person find out? How many people know? Do they really have their sparkling or is it just a trap to kill them? Or is it some idiot claiming this status, while probably not being aware there is a genuine one out there? Or did they just pick up an innocent bot who just happens to kind of look like them? How close is his secret to getting out, especially to Optimus?

But yeah basically meanwhile, while Megatron is somewhat internally panicking and trying to assess the most likely severity of this situation, Optimus is just like, “…I have absolutely no clue what you’re talking about, Megatron and I don’t have a sparkling, isn’t that right Megatron?”, thinking Megatron is on the same page of this being absolutely absurd as him

But because Megatron is thinking and stopped paying much attention, he doesn’t answer at all. And the silence goes on long enough that it’s getting questionable, especially since Megatron isn’t jumping in to defend his own honor that he did not have a baby with his sworn enemy. His silence is starting to become an admission, and the possibility of this actually being legit is starting to freak Optimus out, because again, he doesn’t know about any of this

Okay explaining it out loud does not bring out the comedy the situation is supposed to have. Probably because there’s no visuals and my description of the narrative rather than just dialogue. So like, the comedy doesn’t happen like it’s supposed to, this isn’t the format for the joke. But the image is funny in my head, okay?

I’ll make the picture either tomorrow or Friday or something, since I have things to do tomorrow. I was just trying to explain it so that you could understand my vision before I can make it

[sleepyminty]

Why is it that fandoms with their games made by the same company hate each other so much whereas this is the opposite?

[thestoriesincoffeestains]

Dragged Out [Elmo/Harmony]

"I warned you. I warned you that if you called me at a club, drunk again, surrounded by assholes who think themselves worthy of you, I'd drag you out myself."

[radiantpaths]

Felt Like Something Special But it Never Felt Like Love

from here; heed previous warnings

[miyagi-hokarate]

I'm five foot something and I'm royalty

Short king, mama, ayy

[merchantofwhispers]

@darkhearthorns | The Legacy. The Curse.

"Get off me!"

His voice had echoed down the hallway like a lion's roar as he was jostled by the Fae Kings guards. "Don't fucking touch me!" The guards continued to push and prod to keep him moving away from the healers chambers and towards his own at the orders of Maverick.

Rage blazed through him and burned every nerve ending in his body, making his fingers tense and stretch as his head rolled atop his shoulders. Once he was locked away in his room he paced like a caged animal, snarling beneath his breath before it all subsided into mourning.

It gave away to nothing less than pure grief. Nikolai collapsed into his chair, slouched with his head rested into his hand as he sobbed all over again. Centuries had passed since he'd seen her face - heard her voice - and then he'd found her.

She'd been standing across from him days before, smiling as though they were strangers, but he knew it had been her. Her disappearance had destroyed their family, had turned an already volatile council into a civil war, and had cost him the crown that rightly belonged on his head.

Worst of all - he'd lost his twin. The other half of his soul. His best friend.

In his mind he replayed the night she'd gone missing and then hearing the guard announce to Maverick she'd fallen ill. Over and over like a cursed song. Had he truly found her only to have her die?

Had Maverick done this? Had the Fae's taken her - for whatever reason - and now were determined to kill her? Why could she not remember him?!

He jerked suddenly, snorting back a frustrated sob as he realized the door had been opened and a figure had stepped into the room. Frantic, wet eyes lifted to see the Fae King and Nikolai rose to his feet while wiping his forearm across his face as though that would hide his activities.

"Your Majesty. How is she?"

There was barely contained emotion in his how he asked - even in how he stood. So stiffly, so formally. Not at all with the fluid, snakelike confidence he'd had up until the days events.

"Is she-.. Alright?"

@darkhearthorns

[trasiedi]

continued from here with @tragictwinflames

This situation filled all too familiar- the cold metal, the confusion, the warm liquid dripping from the wound, and the adrenaline. If Alura wasn’t skilled in her agile abilities- they would’ve killed her indefinitely. The flash of the metal blade had caught her attention when the wielder went to strike her- given her just barely enough time to try and dodge. They still injured her though- a deep cut now on the side of her torso but hey, at least they didn’t stab her all the way through.

She didn’t even know this person but she could tell they were trained- the fluid movement and the fast reflexes they possessed. Why were they after her? Did someone get word of her powers? Alura wasn’t typically violent and didn’t like hurting people but she would if she had to. There was that one incident.. the one that had scarred her literally. But no one knew of that or at least they shouldn’t.

Her golden green eyes scanned the person up and down, a look of confusion and shock. They really tried to kill her just now. Blood soaking through her clothes which she didn’t seem to pay any mind to. Her fight or flight response taking over- not registering the pain completely. She was focused, calm- almost too calm for a situation like this.

She was a killer too- not by choice but by accident. If she could deal with the fact she murdered several people by accident, imagine how she would be if she wanted to kill someone. Ruthless. She sized them up- they were small like she was but unnaturally. Alura was almost certain that if they had been an average thug trying to rob her then she could easily win. Unlucky for her that wasn’t the case.

“Why?” Her words came out rushed. Why was a stranger after her? What did she do that was so wrong?

JOB had started much the same as all the ones that had come before . was given a name , a photograph , a time , and a place . does not need to be told their task - is never anything different in cases like this , is hardly ever requested for anything other than getting rid of a problem . wonders , sometimes , what the people they have been instructed to kill have done to earn such punishment . had learnt long ago that to question such a request was not something they were permitted to do - theirs was not to ask why , it was to simply obey .

they had always been good at it . feels natural , in a way that they do not know how to describe . knows it is because such violence is part of their nature by careful design , being a killer comes as easily as drawing a breath . knife is held easily in their hand , fingers bent awkwardly as they always were , strength of their own grip shifting small joints out of place . the discomfort is easily ignored , would almost feel wrong to have their limbs arranged correctly at this point .

had not , they will admit , expected her to dodge . was not often that someone was able to evade them , unnatural speed usually more than enough to over power regular human . brings frown to their lips , expression hidden by mask covering lower half of their face . backs up a few steps , watching her for a moment . something did not feel right , something about the energy dancing through strangers body is unlike anything the young assassin has felt before . almost feels as though they could be burned up entirely if they made the mistake of trying to siphon it away . does not like the feeling , the restriction , makes something uneasy sit in their stomach . this , of course , does not deter them from carrying out their task .

" not personal . " tone is clipped , is not sure what move to make next . " just a job . "

[truly-quirkless]

[ @themultiversebundle || DM'd to plot!]

It had been a relatively normal day..as normal as things got, now that Yagi and Fin had somewhat(?) befriended a strange Quirk-holder kid who went by 'Cody'. It had been maybe a week since the teen had started crashing in an empty dorm in the faculty's dorm building, and the two were out and about. They had gone to buy groceries since their supplies were getting low, and it was such a bright, peaceful day...

Until an explosion rang out from a nearby street. Almost on instinct, the two were rushing over- Fin with a hand on their hidden pocket knife, and Yagi on his own recently-acquired pocket knife (he may have been retired, but Hell if he'd go down without a fight). The two paused, however, as they came across the street in question... And the child currently going haywire.

"We needa calm that kid down...!" Before more damage was done. The duo let go of their handles,- Yagi rushing to knock a civilian out of the way before he could get crushed by a light pole, while Fin shot forward- hands latching onto two youths that were standing stock-still, staring at the scene.

"Y'gotta move, kids!"

[inquirics]

idk man, i’ve just been craving some platonic ass connections & threads lately … familial or not, just miss writing that aspect of characters sometimes !!

[savingthrcw]

@aamusedly asked for a Lucy starter - warning: spoilers about the finale ahead.

It had taken Lucy a couple of days to feel like talking again: seeing her mother as a feral ghoul, learning that her father was behind that and Shady Sands, leaving Maximus behind, and everything else that Moldaver had told her was simply too much to digest. Everything about her life had been one lie after the other, or at least it felt that way. Still, there was a part of her that refused to believe there was only misery in this world: Norm had nothing to do with her father's choices and was waiting for her in the Vault, Maximus was still breathing, and there had to be hope for a better life now that cold fusion was active.

She was still quiet, besides a few words here and there to the Ghoul and to a few merchants they met on the road, but what truly snapped her out of her silent sadness was the dog, finally sitting close to her during a break to eat. It was a rather adorable animal when it wasn't consuming cockroaches, one she had only seen in old movies and journals, and she found herself rubbing his back, at first with caution but then more comfortably as the dog seemed all too happy to receive attention. See, hope.

"Did you hear what that merchant said this morning?" she piped up, but her voice sounded off to her own ears; a bit of forced enthusiasm there, in her attempt to stop feeling like she was still being kept underwater. "If all this energy reaches the laboratory, it may be able to clean irradiated water. Clean water should be in everyone's best interest and it's just on our way." People steered away from it because the place was 'infested by cockroaches and other things', the merchant had also said, but they had faced worse, and surely the Ghoul would also agree that drinking more dirty water would harm him as well as her. What she really wanted to ask him was how did he know her father exactly, and what had happened to his family, but Lucy knew she needed to talk a bit more about something else, anything, before she could take whatever awful answer he'd give her.