#Drag Inn

[jojofox]

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from Drag Inn everyone :)

Hope everyone has a wonderful time <3

[rat-rosemary]

Three ancient and forgotten gods and their one and only follower who they spoil rotten

[ssruis]

Also partial to the concept of rui and nene playing 4D mind chess with each other where rui is trying to hint that he knows nene likes emu and nene is trying to hint that she knows rui likes tsukasa but they’re both actually morons and completely unaware of what their own feelings are so they just get really confused vs emu outright ambushing tsukasa with “I like nenechan” “thank you for telling me emu I’m so happy you trusted me with this-“ “it’s because I know you like rui-kun teehee 😋” “- I’ll be sure to keep your secre- WHAT”

[emthejedichic]

Really kinda want to write a fic where Rufus SWEARS he’ll never go to the Honeybee Inn because his dad is always there… well, you know. And then Andrea Rhodea starts performing and Pres Shinra goes on this huge tangent about how the Honeybee is “too woke now” and says he’ll never go back… And Rufus is intrigued, so he goes and manages to finagle a meeting with Andrea, who takes a “special interest” in Rufus and helps him cross dress

[literallybyronic]

If you want Hob Gadling, a man who lived through the entire history of Polari slang, to be out there throwing around "duck/ducky" in public like he's Ralph fucking Filthy, then I can't stop you, but for god's sake I am begging you to just have a little look-see into the etymology of the word in the 20th century before you do it

[shujubeelamoglia]

Jeffrey Bowyer-Chapman

[llycaons]

I do get ppl really attaching to jc and liking him because his flaws are so numerous and enthrallingly destructive to his own happiness and the lives of the people around him but there is genuinely a piece of him that still loves and it comes out in the most unexpected times and also sometimes in the worst ways possible. hes interesting

[jojofox]

Ok, new story dump. This one's not a fanfic this time, so get ready for some new characters :)

just setting the mood rq

"Questing and adventuring is hard, long, and quite tiring, so why not take a break from it all?! Ride on down to the Drag Inn hotel! Rest you and your party’s head for however long you need to! With inclusive accommodations from our tallest giants to the smallest fae, there’s always a room for you!"

This story, Drag Inn, is about the staff that helps run the hotel and their stories. It a bit more of a slice-of-life piece so far. Usually, my stories are linear and action-packed, so this one is a nice change of pace for me.

The world that this story operates in is pretty meta, with whole towns, cities, and districts centering around story genres, like a Drama city or a Fantasy town. One of the big events is something called a Prophetical Counsel will come up with a prophecy every six months for a chosen one to go and slay some evil. There are a couple councils in every district. They have to tell the other councils when a chosen one has been selected so there aren’t any overlaps. Sometimes, mistakes happen. Chosen ones usually become pretty popular and wealthy after their adventure, if they survive.

Oh wait, you wanna see drawings of it, don't you? Well, I don't have many (oddly enough), but I do have a ref sheet that includes the entire staff (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)/

Oooo and they have descriptions too (*^‿^*)

this is about to get very long ( 〃．．)

TL;DR Po is the owner/manager, Telady is co-owner/receptionist, Raven and Lucki are baristas, Jade and Edith are housekeepers, Donovan is a lifeguard, Veris and Axel are security with Pix being unofficial security, Dave is a bartender, Ash is a therapist, and Dyna and Derrin are cooks

Po Eider: Po is a retired chosen one from the Action Adventure genre who slew the Dark Dragon of ‘08. They had learned frost magic in order to do so and are in possession of a frost suit of armor and sword. Unfortunately, while fighting the Dragon, it touched their heart and cursed them. This curse is known as the Dragon’s Touch, and it severely limits the magical abilities of the victim to the point where they could die if they use too much magic. They have no home outside of the hotel as they blew all of their money on purchasing it and lost the lease on their apartment. They tend to act quite arrogant. Po is the owner and manager of Drag Inn.

Telady Pinsnap: Telady is a retired spy from the Spy thriller genre, as well as Po's aunt. She took down many organizations with her old partner. Telady had learned to not be scared of anything, otherwise, it could cost her her entire mission. She tends not to hesitate and is very sure of her decisions. Having retired from spying, but not about to let her nephew run a business alone, she works the receptionist position and is co-owner of Drag Inn.

Raven Macintosh: Raven is an out-of-work superhero from the Action genre. She has the power of electricity and her hero name was Fritz. The town she was in lost its villain as he was arrested and taken out of the country. Raven had always wanted to be a writer, but she could almost never find any good inspiration or conflict. She loves slice-of-life tales, so she thought working as a barista would give her the inspiration she needed, while also keeping her busy.

Jade: Jade is a bird-human hybrid from the Dark Fantasy genre. He used to live in a hollow tree in a misty forest, right around an area where people would walk in and instantly go missing. Jade liked to try to protect the smaller, younger people who came through from the darkness inside, but sometimes, he couldn’t help but indulge in the darkness himself. Always has a spooky story to tell or fact to share. Loves to try to keep the plants alive as there weren’t very many where he used to live. At least, not many that were harmless.

Edith Farley: Edith is an actor from the Fairytale genre who tried to be a Disney Princess. However, standards to being cast as one is much different there than it is here and she didn't make the cut. She is great at singing and can hardly stand a mess. Loves to meet new people. She was hired as housekeeper alongside Jade.

Donovan Clarke: Donovan is a survivor from the Horror genre. He used to be the generic jock stereotype, but for some reason, he managed to survive instead of the final girl surviving. The incident drove him to be a more caring and selfless person. Despite the incident taking place near a lake, Donovan still loves to swim and finds his comfort from bad days in the pool. He can sometimes be seen talking to something in the water. He takes full advantage of the free employee therapy. Donovan was hired as a lifeguard.

Pix: Pix is a fae that used to reside in the Dark Fantasy forest, but when she was hired to sabotage the hotel, she claimed a room to stay in. Overtime, she warms up to the staff and instead becomes an unofficial part of their team. Pix is a vessel for chaos and a master of trickery.

David Theodore Maridale II: Dave was killed in a duel where the hotel was built. He haunted the land and continued haunting even when the hotel was up and running, sort of. Dave worked as a bartender before he died. He loved to talk with his patrons and had the ability to summon multiple familiars to help him. His ability carried over into his afterlife, where he is now able to summon what he calls “ghostlings”. He comes from an older version of the Action Adventure genre and is a ghost bartender for the hotel. He is the oldest of the staff.

Ashtaroth Blackwell: Ash is the child of a demon and a human from the Supernatural genre. They spent their entire childhood being taught their father’s ways. When Ash turned 18, they moved away, not wanting to be associated with their father. They faced stigma wherever they went, due to their familial ties. Ash did manage to find a place in the Urban Fantasy district and study psychology. They became a therapist for people who struggled with family and sudden chosen status. Ash eventually got a job at the hotel to reach a broader category.

Dyna Harris: Dyna is a mechanical engineer and gamer from the Sci-fi genre. She is a shapeshifter who loves to cook. She uses her shapeshifting ability to get the intricate details of her mechanical builds. She had lost half of her right arm from a trap in the woods while she was shifted as an animal. She managed to rebuild that arm out of mechanical parts, but it can never come back, despite her shapeshifting ability. Inspired by the incident, she put aside building and took up her passion for cooking as her main career. She has been hired as the head chef at the hotel.

Veris Urgfim: Veris is an orc bard from a DnD town in the Action Adventure genre. Veris looks big and intimidating, but he is really a big sweetheart. He likes to make people feel safe, and has no time for assholes. His party had left him to die in a cave, but he managed to make it out and survive. He loves to joke and was hired as security for the hotel.

Lucki Caldwell: Lucki is an elf from the Urban Fantasy genre. He is the youngest of the staff. Lucki is very eager and naive. He was quite sheltered, so a job as a barista in a hotel that has all sorts of people coming and going every day is quite new for him. He doesn’t know much about how the other genres operate, so he is usually found getting into trouble. Raven tends to act like a mother towards him since they work together a lot. Lucki has some of the best energy in the hotel, so if someone is having a bad day, then they could count on Lucki to make things a bit better.

Derrin Torres: Derrin comes from a completely different dimension from the others. He came here after following what looked like ghosts of himself until one led him to a reflective, red pool that pulled him into this world. Derrin is usually the one to have a clever solution to something without the use of magic. Derrin had absorbed the magic that the portal used when he was transported, gaining illusionary abilities.

Axel Lavon: Axel is a former actor from a medieval reenactment group. He was usually performing as a knight, but took the role very seriously, even going as far as to learn how to fight with various blades and melee weapons. He was fired from his job for fighting with and injuring a customer. Axel is rarely seen without a weapon of his by his side, his favorite being his sword. Despite his fascination with fantasy things, Axel is from the Comedy district. He was hired as security.

Heheh, yeah. I like this story (*^‿^*) kinda debating whether I host the story on Tumblr or on Webtoon. Maybe I'll do both. One things for sure, I will definitely try to post anything random I draw about this on here.

That's all for now. Stay determined<3

[ptompetompetomalleyways]

that post semi feeling am i right

[nymfaia-archive]

❝  i’ll stay.  ❞ / for kain (i have your ask still..haha)

staying the night prompts / @breathofthearth

"Don't burden yourself."

Kain's voice came as easily as one could pull out an adult's teeth: begrudging and stubborn, weary and long-suffering. His lay on the bed, half-dressed and half-swathed in bandages, disheveled hair cascading over the single pillow and hanging off the side of the bed.

It had been a godsend that she found him. Kain didn't believe he would have stayed conscious, let alone able to handle his wounds in a way that would promise he would remain hale and whole. He knew first aid, certainly - he doubted there was a soldier on the planet who didn't know basic care.

He doubted most of them would react much better than he upon being nearly bisected.

Kain reached up, digging his thumb and forefinger into the bridge of his nose. Whatever curative spell she had used to speed up his mending was beginning to ebb. The exhaustion of lost adrenaline and the general ache of living had begun to return, and he let out a long, careful sigh.

He feared waking somewhere else. He feared finding out what he had been doing, and to whom.

He feared biting the hand that had so generously tended to him - ... and while he wanted to trust her word about how she had come upon him, he wasn't certain.

"But - ..."

More teeth pulling. He struggled to be properly polite on a good day: now, he extended his bloodied olive branch with a shaking, tired hand.

"I would appreciate your skills further," he said, "and will do what I can to compensate you, miss - ...?"

[zxvmp]

Hashira’s Reaction to your skirt flowing during a mission

pov: you’re fighting a demon and while landing your skirt blew up a bit to far…

warnings: slightly suggestive?? if you squint hard enough

characters: giyuu, tengen, sanemi, and rengoku.

a/n: sorry if there’s any misspells and wtv, to lazy to read over

Giyuu Tomioka

- Happened when you were in mid air with the demon and he just so happened to look up right underneath you

- Would definitely try and act like he didn’t completely get a face full of your pink panties

- His face would go a shade you’d never expect to see on a guy like him, red.

- “Is everything okay?” Soemthing you’d ask to make sure he wasn’t about to pass out

- After seeing it, he’d probably pause during the fight making you yell at him to move

- Even though you guys are dating he’s still flustered

“Giyuu, what’s up with you?” You ask holding your hand up to his flushed cheeks.

“It’s nothing, how about we find a place to stay for the night?”

“But this mission wasn’t even that far from headquarters-”

He doesn’t reply and just drags you away towards an inn, you could tell when he wanted something…and you knew what that something was…

Sanemi Shinazugawa

- Happened when you did a flip backwards to dodge a demons attack

- Would stare at you like you have three heads

- Kills the demon in seconds after seeing your skirt fly up to reveal your cute panties

- Has a shit eating grin as he looks at you, which you were oblivious to the fact you just basically flashed him

- Adds extra wind to his attack just to see your skirt flow

“That was quick!” You smile putting your sword away.

“Nice underwear.” Sanemi said pulling you in by your waist.

Your face immediately began to heat up, did your skirt show a bit more than it needed?

“Shut up you perv!” You say nudging him.

Even though you two were dating you still were embarrassed, later that night he’d definitely have to take a peak.

Kyojuro Rengoku

- It happened as you jumped in front of him to help deflect the demons attack

- You felt a little air brush against an area but quickly shrugged it off and continued to follow through with your attacks

- A loud gasp was heard from behind you..

- His face is most definitely lit up, and a slight smile is on his face

“Oh my!” Rengoku yelled.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” You ask innocently, oblivious to the fact you just shoved your butt in his face.

“You may need a longer skirt, (y/n)!” Rengoku chuckled as he patted your back.

Tengen Uzui

- We all know, he’d definitely smack your ass

- Happened in the same situation with Rengoku, your ass on full display for him

- You yelped after the contact his hand made with your body

- No shame, not at all

- in a modern au he’d yell gyat, don’t tell me otherwise

“What the hell!?” You say rubbing your butt to try and calm the stinging pain.

“We have got to find a place tonight.” Tengen snickered as he sliced the demons neck.

“Yeah like i’ll let you do anything to me.” You smirk, knowing you’d get on your knees if he said so.

“Oh really?”

[actually-a-dyke]

Stonewall by Martin Duberman, pages 187-188, 1993

[omgthatdress]

Drag kings became pretty rare after the turn of the century, so Stormé de Larverie is a pretty notable stand out.

She started out her career as a traveling jazz singer in feminine attire. In 1955, she became the suave MC of a drag troupe called the Jewel Box Review, which billed itself as "25 men and a girl."

Stormé was present at The Stonewall Inn when the rioting broke out, and afterwards, became an advocate for LGBT and women's rights. She was a bouncer at lesbian bars, and carried a gun to protect "her girls."

When asked about why she did her work, she answered, "Somebody has to care. People say, 'Why do you still do that?' I said, 'It's very simple. If people didn't care about me when I was growing up, with my mother being black, raised in the south.' I said, 'I wouldn't be here.'"

[dervampireprince]

taking care of astarion after cazador's death no smut, just comfort /// gender-neutral reader/tav

after cazador's deminse, after the spawn leave, once it's just you and your companions again, astarion doesn't speak. it's as if he's in a daze. you're torn between giving him space and leaving him on his own, and wondering if he really needs to not be alone right now.

he's still covered in blood, you'd given him a shirt he pulled on over his head, the grime on his skin soaked through and left it sticking to his skin, it was over his face, in his hair. he didn't make any move to wipe any of it away.

the trek out of the castle, out of the dark, seemed so long. you wondered how he was still standing, how he was dragging his legs. you stay by his side, but did not touch him, you make no move to grab his hand, to sooth him. you hoped walking at his side, matching his pace, conveyed enough. you were here. and you weren't going to touch him until he said it was alright.

you only had one plan you cared about when you finally reached the inn. the others talked amongst themselves, one by one their eyes lingering on astarion, apologising, telling him he did the right thing, that they were proud of him. you watched them start to retreat up to their rooms as you spoke with innkeeper.

once done with your conversation, key in hand, astarion still stood at the foot of the stairs.

"were you waiting for me?" you asked. he opened his mouth to speak, his eyes drifted down, he paused. "i want to take you somewhere. and i know you're tired, i promise it's to help you rest."

he nodded, still mute, you reached out to take his hand, stopped yourself, and instead beckon him to follow you.

you wound through the inn, existing out into a small garden, and entering the building on the other side, guiding astarion through the main door and down the corridors until you found the door that fits the key the innkeeper gave you.

inside was a small, private bath, sunken into the ground like a hot spring. it's nothing that fancy, but it's quiet, and fits it's purpose. you press the key into his hand, carefully.

"i can leave, if you'd like. and you can take all the time you need... or, if you'd rather, i can stay and help you wash. and that's all we'll be doing. i'd be touching you, but it wouldn't be sexual. and if you're not comfortable with that, it's okay," you twisted your head to try and catch his gaze. "would you like me to stay or go? i won't be offended or upset, the choice is yours, and if you'd rather i go i'll be waiting for you upstairs."

he still didn't speak, you wondered if his screams and cries earlier have made his voice hoarse, or if he just can't bring himself too. your hand hovered by his cheek, not touching, but trying to guide his head to turn towards yours, and when he finally does there's wetness in his eyes, the blood high on his cheekbones becoming smudged.

"would you like me to stay?"

his teeth sank into his lip, if they drew blood you'd be unable to tell. he nodded his head.

"would you like to undress yourself, or do you want me to help?"

you saw him shudder, and he stepped back and as he started to remove his clothes you did the same with yours. you wade into the bath, sinking down and sigh as the water washes over your tired muscles.

you turned, and reached out a hand towards him. he took it.

he's silent as you reached into the small basket at the side of the bath, lathering soap in your hands and getting to work, starting with his hands, kneading around his nails, up his arms, his torso, his face.

he's silent as you nudged him to move, knelt up behind him, asked him to tilt his head back, poured water over his head, felt him start to relax as he closed his eyes, running your hands through his hair, feeling as though it's the most intimate action you've ever done with him, despite the multiple nights of passion.

he's still silent when you exited the baths, annoyed that you can't just roll under clean sheets but have to redress yourselves, as you hesitated to follow him into your room, ready to bunk with one of the others, but he took your hand, and then you're both silent as you undress again, crawl under the sheets, letting him reach for you this time, now that he's ready, taking him in your arms, cradling his head to your chest, fingers playing with his hair.

you don't imagine the soft "thank you" that fell from his lips as you both drifted off to sleep.

[radiofreederry]

Happy birthday, Marsha P. Johnson! (August 24, 1945)

An influential figure in the early LGBT rights movement, Marsha P. Johnson was born in New Jersey to a working class family. Johnson first began dressing as a girl as a young age, but chose to suppress her desires and identity for many years due to bigoted harassment. After graduating high school, Johnson left home for New York City, where she finally allowed herself to come out. She began performing as a drag queen and frequenting the Stonewall Inn. She was involved in the Stonewall Uprising, though denied accounts of being one of the leaders of the rising, and continued to play a major role in the gay rights movement afterward. Johnson organized with the Gay Liberation Front and co-founded Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries, an organization which sought to provide food and shelter to homeless LGBT youth. Unhoused herself for much of her time in New York, Johnson often relied on sex work in order to get by. In 1992, Johnson's body was recovered from the Hudson River; she had evidently been murdered in a hate crime. The police ruled her death a suicide despite the evidence against this, and Johnson's friends and allies fought for years to have the case reopened and investigated as a homicide.

[genderkoolaid]

from the Digital Transgender Archive.

The cross-dresser in question is believed to be Stormé DeLarverie, a Black drag king, bouncer and "gay superhero." She was interviewed as a transgender warrior in Leslie Feinberg's book of the same name.

This is not the only example of transmasculine involvement in Stonewall, either: "The [Women's House of Detention] was just 500 feet from the Stonewall Inn, and when the riot broke out, the women and transmasculine people held there joined in, setting fire to their belongings and tossing them into the street below."