#( help : nb )

[tom-is-online]

may I request a short haired nonbinary mafuyu for the soul?

when ur mommy issues hit u so hard you transition

[jordanswitches]

when they cum without permission because they can't hold it and they're apologising the whole time >>>>>>

[cornflakesdoesart]

Piece I did for Budapest ComicCon's X-Men cover art competition, I'm very happy with it tbh :-)))

I ended up not placing at all hehe, but!!!

I can still win an "audience prize" if my drawing recieves the most likes until the 8th of June on the con's FB page so if you like this piece and would be so inclined to leave me a like I would be super grateful!!

I'll put the link to the post in a reblog and also my pinned in a sec! :-3

[namesniche]

Feel free to use these as you'd like with credit!

Just wanted to make something to spread some positivity and representation :)

[tangledinink]

everytime i read the egg saga first i remember that i wanna tear big mama apart for what she made donnie go through, and second, i wonder, what is gemini's actual gender? like, forgetting about big mama and everyone else and just thinking about how they feel

(also hi i love your art and your aus they're so cool)

gemini!donnie is nonbinary! kind of a boy, kind of a girl, but not exactly either at the same time!

... it just takes him a while to come to that conclusion! he needs some time post-big-mama to figure it all out. (and also... a little bit of outside intervention. but he gets there!)

[blaithnne]

I like how I gave Frida two flags when she only needed one, meanwhile David has to squish both flags together. To be fair, it’s just like Frida to be incredibly organised and bring multiple back up flags, and for David to panic and not do that.

[enden-agolor]

my bf and i had this big brain idea to give jesse an allay in the au. lore of how he got it will be in the fic, but as for now they're just his little forest buddy who hangs out occasionally. also lukas is enthralled by its existence and the two of them really get along.

[wiley22]

A friend/coworker of mine said they saw my belly through the bottom of my crewneck.....

I have died of embarrassment but was also turned on like a fuxking light switch 😵‍💫🫣

[astaroth1357]

Sick Days:

*MC is in the Croytus Hall kitchen, trying their damnedest to keep from coughing their lungs out while carefully monitoring a pot of simmering soup. They hear the footfalls of their housemate, Solomon, as he comes up behind them*

Solomon: Oh MC~! I have everything ready. Thankfully, the Devildom still has TV these days, even if the shows are out of d-... da-....

*a hankerchief flies out of his pocket and quickly covers his nose*

Solomon: ACHOO!!

*the hankerchief does its thing before flying off behind him to go put itself in the laundry, swapping places with a fresh one that finds its way back to his pocket once again*

MC: *keeps their back to him* Bless you.

*Solomon comes up and slings his arms over their shoulders, leaning against them like he's a sagging backpack. His head rests alongside theirs*

Solomon: Is it still cooking?

*he reaches out to lift the lid on the pot but MC, already knowing better, swiftly smacks his mit back down*

MC: Don't touch.

Solomon: Oh! Right, I'm sorry. Forgot the rules for a second. I'm sure it smells good... not that either of us would know.

*he contently sways their bodies from side-to-side while MC clears their throat, grumbling dryily*

MC: Y-ou know, you could cure us at any time, right...?

Solomon: So could you, yet here we are! You're just playing hookie from the brothers right now, aren't you?

*the MC tries to groan, but ends up regretting it as it stresses their already aching throat. They cover their mouth with their elbow to catch their raspy coughs before responding*

MC: U-ugh! Okay, fine... You're right. How about you stop breaking my balls and pick what we're watching...?

Solomon: I already have. Beel told me about this wonderful cooking show the other day! I think we can start with that, then maybe move onto a few movies Leviathan recommended...

Solomon: I have the TV set and heated blankets on the couch. Plenty of water, a few boxes of tissues (mostly for me), your favorite sweater, a plush Asmo bought me-

MC: ...

Solomon: -and anything else we need, I'll have my wand in reach! I figured for dinner, we can order out. It's lovely that you're making us soup, but let's not push-

MC: Sol?

Solomon: -Hm?

*MC wiggles him back until they can turn themselves around and wrap their arms around his chest. They rest their head up against the soft fabric of one of his old sleep shirts snugly*

MC: .... Thank you.

*Solomon looks taken aback by their sudden tenderness, but doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around them further and lightly cage them to his chest*

Solomon: Of course, MC... You take care of so many people. You deserve a break.

*a comfortable silence spreads between them for a minute or so, before MC starts to feel Solomon's cheek rubbing against the top of their head like a smothering cat*

Solomon: Oh, my adorable apprentice, you're just so cute when you're sick~

MC: *snaps their eyes back open and glares at his words, but doesn't let go yet*

MC: Sooool....

Solomon: If I didn't know better, I would almost want to keep you like this...

MC: *snorts* Good luck. The brothers would kill you for it. *they drop their arms from his chest, but he doesn't let go*

MC: Sol?

Solomon: I'm sure they would try, but you wouldn't let something bad happen to your beloved teacher, would you MC?

MC: *rolls their eyes* You wouldn't need my help, anyway. Let go.

Solomon: *squeezes a little tighter* Uh-uh! That wasn't my question.

MC: Sol, I need to stir the soup.

Solomon: And I need to hear an answer.

MC: Solomon, I'm serious.

Solomon: Oh? What's this? I think I'm gonna... ahh...!

MC: Wait, what are you-?

Solomon: Ahhh...!

MC: Solomon, let go!

Solomon: AHHHH....!!

MC: OKAY OKAY, I WOULDN'T LET THEM HURT YOU! Don't you DARE sneeze in my hair!!

Solomon: AHHHH- Just kidding~

*he finally lets them go and they lightly slap his shoulder before turning back around in a huff*

MC: Get out of my kitchen!

Solomon: Then I'll meet you on the couch again?

MC: Only after the soup is done.

Solomon: Then we can cuddle?

MC: Not if you misbehave!

Solomon: What if I steal the blankets~?

MC: *rubs their pounding temples at their teacher's childish antics*

MC: Solomon, I'm serious. Get. Out.

[yourlocalgrass]

SDJAKHASIQJBKSHBAS IM SORRY IM SEEING THIS IN A VERY INTERESTING WAY

“Should we be seeing this?!” Bro says as he walks in on MC and Solomon making out on the bed or whatever

Wait WHO’S “we”?? THERES MORE??

[pwhlottawa]

it just occurred to me that some hockey fans, especially newer ones, might not know a handy place to look for players' previous career information! my go-to website is eliteprospects.com: it has every league and team profile you can imagine and player profiles you can look up to see basic biographical information, their full career history (including international play), etc! some other features are locked behind a paywall, but the basic site is perfectly useable.

below are some example of what the site looks like, using the fleet as an example:

below this, there are also loads of team stats!

now let's say you're interested in megan keller's career. click on her name or search her up, and you get

hope that could anyone who was unsure of where to find comprehensive player career info!

[janahanooo]

It's curently *checks time* 4:34... cool and yes, Mc is me right now. Except the fire part.

Mc: look, it's not my fault, okay? I got scared

Lucifer: and your first response was to burn down your room?

Mc:

Mc: Luci. My dear love.

Mc: THERE WAS A BUG IN MY ROOM

Lucifer: I see, well you could have just call for me or come to my room

Mc: I- I didn't think about that...

Lucifer: clearly

Mc: I panicked okay?

[resvarie]

my hawke :)

[isbergillustration]

Idk guys gender shit

[biggiebooboo]

Gojo is 100%, such a messy eater :3

Inspired by @gojosluut

Go follow them!!

<<Non-Binary reader, small implications, messy eating, homelife

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It’s late in the evening, and the soft glow of the kitchen light casts a warm, inviting hue over the room. The smell of garlic and freshly simmered tomato sauce fills the air, a scent that’s become synonymous with comfort and home.

The table is set, the plates prepared, but it’s Satoru Gojo who’s completely occupied at the moment—devouring the meal you’ve spent hours perfecting.

Satoru is a whirlwind of energy, always in motion, never quite as composed as people might expect from the world’s most powerful sorcerer. And that definitely extends to his eating habits.

He sits at the kitchen table, a bowl of spaghetti before him, but he's not just eating—it’s as though he’s in a race with the food, barely chewing before his fork scoops up another mouthful. His usual clean, well-put-together appearance seems to vanish in moments like this.

His white hair is a bit tousled, as though he’s run his fingers through it in excitement, and the pristine uniform he’s always seen in is now a little disheveled from the hustle of daily life. His eyes, however, remain as bright and playful as ever, twinkling with an unspoken amusement.

Sauce splatters across his cheek as he takes another eager bite, the red stain growing larger with every movement. He doesn't seem to care much. His focus is entirely on the bowl, his cheeks puffing as he slurps up the pasta like a child. A strand of spaghetti dangles from his lips, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he twirls it around in an attempt to get the perfect bite. But it’s a futile effort, the sauce splashing across his chin, dripping down and landing on his pristine white shirt.

You watch from across the table, trying to suppress a laugh as you take in the chaos unfolding before you. It’s endearing in a way that only Satoru could make messy eating look charming.

His hands are covered in sauce, his hair in disarray, but his smile never wavers—an award-winning, toothy grin that’s as infectious as ever.

He finally looks up from his plate, his lips still smeared with sauce, and his gaze meets yours. There’s something soft and full of adoration in his eyes. It’s clear that, despite his messy habits, he’s truly enjoying the meal, and you—well, you mean the world to him. His love for you is palpable in that moment, expressed without words but entirely through his eyes, the gentle curve of his smile, and the pure happiness radiating from his every movement.

“Y’know,” he says between bites, his voice warm and teasing, “this is the best pasta I’ve ever had. You really do spoil me.”

You can’t help but laugh softly at the way he says it. There’s no pretense in his tone, no attempt to charm—he’s simply speaking from the heart. You’ve seen him in so many different situations, faced countless dangers with him, and shared moments of silence and laughter. But nothing feels quite as intimate as this, sitting together over a homemade meal in the quiet of your shared space.

With a gentle sigh, you stand from the table and reach for a napkin. You’re not about to let him continue with his little spaghetti war—at least, not with his face looking like a crime scene. You step behind him, carefully dabbing the napkin against his chin, wiping away the sauce that’s collected there.

It’s a tender moment, and even as you do this, Satoru’s eyes are fixed on you, his expression softening.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute,” you murmur, half-exasperated and half-amused.

“Am I?” He grins, his voice light, teasing. He leans into your touch, his eyes narrowing in playful affection. “Well, I guess that makes up for how messy I am. But hey, I’m sure I can make it up to you in other ways…” he trails off suggestively, a wink escaping him that makes you roll your eyes.

You gently press the napkin into his chest, a soft giggle escaping you. You can’t help but shake your head at his antics. It’s one of the things you adore most about him: his complete lack of self-consciousness, the way he’s fully present in the moment, utterly himself.

He doesn’t need to hide anything around you, not even his messy habits.

After a few moments, you place the napkin down and lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. It’s quick and tender, a gentle affection that leaves Satoru momentarily frozen.

His eyes widened as if he wasn’t expecting the sudden sweetness of the gesture, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly under your touch.

He blinks, his usual confidence a little shaken as he stares up at you in surprise. “Didn’t expect that,” he murmurs, his voice just above a whisper, his usual teasing edge gone for a moment.

His hand instinctively comes up to touch his forehead, as if trying to hold onto the feeling of your kiss. A flustered smile spreads across his face, and you can tell he’s genuinely touched.

“You’re welcome,” you reply softly, smiling down at him.

Satoru chuckles, leaning back in his chair with that signature, cocky grin of his returning. “Guess I’ll have to thank you properly for that.” His voice lowers, laced with a playful hint of mischief. “And maybe… I’ll eat something else later to show my gratitude.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s warmth in your expression. You know exactly what he means, and even if his teasing nature always keeps you on your toes, you wouldn’t want him any other way.

In the end, despite the mess, despite the pasta stains and the chaos, there’s an undeniable sense of peace in these moments with him—quiet, simple, but deeply meaningful.

[bisexualchaosdemon]

Not half my notes on the golden raven already being about my non-binary Jean fic