#I wanna see people fucking RECLAIM what they love instead of giving into this bitch's system

[omniwhore]

This might be a hot take but I get so tired of the internets mentality of IT'S EITHER OR.

Either you buy the game nd u therefore don't give a shit about trans pple or you never touch the HP fandom w a ten foot pole again and you're ✨clensed✨

I understand both sides of this conflict so deeply.

As a nonbinary person born in a country where you still have to get sterilised in order to change your legal gender, I can come close to the outrage the trans community is feeling at people so easily compromising their principles and support for them over something like this.

But I also remember the toughest parts of my life as a neurodivergent person being stuck in depression nd anxiety and my fandoms being ny o ly reason to live and keep going. We can't control our hyperfixations and sometimes they're all we have.

All that being said I believe THERE IS A FUCKING MIDDLE GROUND.

You can absolutely, privately or publicly, consume or create HP related content without monetarily supporting JKR. JUST PIRATE THE GAME. Wait a while if you have to, you don't have to abandon your interests but you can do the bare minimum to make sure your consumption doesn't do more harm than it absolutely has to. PIRATE THE BOOKS. PIRATE THE GAMES. THE MOVIES. DON'T BUY OFFICIAL MERCH. DIY YOUR OWN MERCH. Buy stuff from fan artists whose wiews you know and support. CREATE FAN CONTENT THAT IMPROVES ON JKRS STEREOTYPE FILLED INTERPRETATIONS OF THE CHARACTERS.

The content is *yours*. Rip it from that bitch's hands and RUN WITH IT but for the love of god DON'T CONTINUE GIVING HER MONEY AND PUBLICITY

IT'S THE LEAST YOU CAN DO for your fellow trans folk out here.

[prettyyboyspence]

World’s Best Dad

Warnings: fluff, swearing 

Word Count: 2.3k

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Spencer Reid loved his job. Going out on cases and catching bad guys. It’s what he did best.

But when Spencer Reid met you, things changed.

He wanted to be there for you. He held back and was more careful. He thought through his decisions before he made them and then made the safest decision possible. All so he could come back home to you.

He wanted you to be in his life forever, which is why he married you two years ago. Married life has been great for the two of you and you both have never been happier.

Except for the day you told Spencer you were pregnant. That was, as of right now, the happiest day of your life.

“Hey, I’m home,” Spencer said as he walked into the apartment.

“Hi, baby, how was your case? Catch the bad guy?” You said with a teasing voice as you stirred the spaghetti you were making the two of you for dinner.

“It was alright,” he sighed as he took a seat at the kitchen table and set his head in his hands.

You frowned at him as you looked over, “was it kids?” Cases about kids always made the whole team in a gloomy mood. It’s never nice when kids are being taken from their homes and possibly killed.

He nodded, staying quiet. He had nothing to say. He really didn’t want to talk about it.

“Well, I got you a present, today, while I was out. The bag on the table. I saw it and it made me think of you.”

He looked up at you but you kept your back to him to hide your smile. He grabs the Target bag and pulls it towards himself, taking out the box.

You spun around when his attention was fully on the present and smiled at him. He opened the box and pulled out his new mug.

“It’s a coffee mug, y/n.” He said, unimpressed, as he looked at you.

“Turn it around. Read it, babe,” you said with a smile.

He spun the mug around and read it. And then read it again.

World’s best dad.

“I— world's best dad? Are you— are we… pregnant?” He said as he slowly got up from his seat, a smile was creeping onto his face.

You put your hand over your stomach with a smile, “I went to the doctor yesterday, I’m six weeks pregnant.”

“Oh my god!” He said with a laugh as he ran up and gave you a hug. “Oh my god! We’re gonna have a kid! A real child! Oh my god, I’m gonna be a dad.” He picked you up and spun you around as you held him tight.

“You’re gonna be a dad,” you said and kissed the top of his head.

That almost seven months ago. Now you look like you’re about to pop. Spencer didn’t wanna go on cases now, not when you could go into labor at any minute. But your due date was in two weeks, he had time.

As Spencer walks onto the jet and takes a seat, he pulls out his phone to call you. He always calls when he steps on and off the jet, to let you know he’s safe and to check up on you.

“Hello, my love, how are you?” You answer the phone. He can hear the smile on your face.

“I’m good, getting back on the jet now. How are you? How’s the baby?”

“Me and the little peanut are fine. We are having dino nuggets for dinner,” you say as you pull the chicken nuggets out of the oven.

“Dino nuggets?” Spencer asks with a laugh.

“Yes, stop judging me. I’m carrying your child and I want dino nuggets, leave me be!”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Thank you for carrying my child and feeding him or her dino nuggets.” Spencer says causing the rest of the team to laugh, overhearing his conversation.

The BAU loves seeing you two together and there is no group of people happier that you guys are having a child. They love Spencer, he has always been the baby of the BAU and they’ve always been a little extra protective over him.

They were skeptical when Spencer first told them about you. They didn’t want anyone to hurt him. But when they met you, they knew that you two would get married and be together forever. You were absolutely perfect for him. You listen to his random genius rants and actually ask questions instead of dismissing him. He trusted you and that was enough for the rest of the team to trust you too.

Also, you brought a nice bottle of wine.

“Thank you for this judgment-free zo— uh oh.”

“Uh oh? What’s uh oh?” Spencer says into the phone, holding the attention of his teammates.

“Uhh, how long did you say it would be until you got home?” You say with a soft voice. Spencer can tell something is wrong.

“Y/n, I’ll be home in like two hours probably. Now, what’s uh oh?”

“My water just broke.”

Spencer's jaw dropped as he froze, “wha- what do you mean? I’m not home. What do you mean your water broke?”

The rest of the team gives Spencer a shocked face as Hotch gets up and walks towards the front of the jet. Probably to tell the pilot that he needs to go as fast as fucking possible.

“I thought you were a genius, Spence. I mean my water broke. I mean I’m about to have a fucking child and you’re in the middle of the air two goddamn hours away.” At this point, you are slightly panicking.

You and Spencer had talked about this moment. How he would drive you to the hospital while holding your hand through the contractions. But he wasn’t here. He couldn’t drive you. You’re on your own for now.

“Okay, alright. Calm down. It’s gonna be fine,” Spencer says even though he is also panicking. “Just stay on the phone with me, baby, okay?”

He takes his head away from the phone for a second, “JJ, can you call an ambulance to my house, please? And can someone tell Garcia? She’s the only one in DC.”

JJ nods and Derek says he’ll take care of Penelope.

“Okay, love. JJ is calling you an ambulance and Derek is calling Penelope, she’ll meet you at the hospital, okay? I’ll be there as soon as I can. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine, Spencer. Oh, god. Ow! Fuck, I think I’m having a contraction. Wow, this hurts like a mother fucker,” you curse as you walk back to your shared bedroom and start grabbing some clothes. You figure you could be in the hospital for a few days so some clothes wouldn’t hurt. You throw Spencer an extra outfit in too just in case.

“Okay, you’re okay. I know it hurts but you’ll be okay.” Spencer coos into the phone. He hates this. There is nothing he can do, he can’t take your pain away, he can’t even hold your hand through it.

You have two more contractions before the ambulance gets to your house. They’re 8 minutes apart, Spencer timed them and made you tell the paramedics.

You eventually hang up the phone with your beloved husband and get into the ambulance. When you’re on route to the hospital he texts you to let you know Garcia is there and waiting for you. It calms you down to know you’ll at least have someone there that you know to hold your hand.

When Spencer finally gets to the hospital you are only 7 centimeters dilated and you are mid contraction.

“Y/n! Hi!” He says running into the room to see Garcia holding your hand as you scream in pain, “I’m here, baby,” he rushes to your bed and grabs your hand which you immediately squeeze.

“You! You did this to me, you bitch!” You groan out in pain, “holy fuck, ow!” It causes the other nurses to laugh as you blame your husband for your pain but it only causes him to frown.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Spencer says as he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “But we’re gonna be parents baby,” he grins.

“Yeah, you can smile because you don’t have to push a watermelon-sized baby out of you!”

“Well actually, babies are often compared to—“

“If you finish that sentence, Spencer Reid, I’m going to kill you and this baby will be an orphan because I’ll be in jail and you’ll be dead!”

This continues for another 3 centimeters until you are fully dilated and ready to push. Spencer really is the best husband, even if you keep yelling at him. He holds your hand the entire time, through every contraction. He keeps telling you that he’s so lucky to have you and how you are going to be the best mom in the entire world. You would not have been able to do this without him.

Spencer runs out into the waiting room to see his whole team sitting there. They all look up at him with questioning faces. Is everything okay? Did you have the baby?

“It’s a boy!” Spencer cries, “I have a son!”

Everyone cheers as they pull him into hugs and kiss the top of his head.

“When do we get to meet the little bugger?” Derek asks the new father.

“Now, if you want,” he answers.

“Of course, we want. I can’t believe our boy wonder is a father.” Garcia squeals as she pulls him into another hug.

Spencer grins as he leads the team down the hallway and into your room. You look up at them with tired, yet happy, eyes. They all smile at you and the little baby in your arms.

Your husband reclaims his spot right next to your bed as he looks down at you with a smile and takes his son out of your arms.

“Guys,” Spencer starts, “meet Atticus Morgan Reid.”

Derek gasps as he hears the middle name. He looks between you and Spencer with a grin, “are you guys serious?”

You both nod, “of course we are,” you say.

Derek Morgan was practically Spencer's older brother and since you had met him you felt the same way. You knew he would do anything for either of you and although they just met, he would also do anything to protect your baby. Derek Morgan was an amazing person and definitely a good person to name your child after.

The entire team takes their turn holding Atticus and telling you and Spencer how cute he is. You both can’t help but agree because he is the cutest baby either of you has ever seen.

Atticus is in JJ’s arms as he begins to cry. Spencer gasps, clearly scared, as he looks at you.

“What- what do we do?” He asks you, concerned for his son.

“Give him to me, Spence,” you chuckle as you watch your husband take your son from his best friend and hand him to you.

“We’ll leave you be,” Emily says as she drags the rest of the team out of your hospital room.

You hold Atticus, cradling his head, as you look up at Spencer. “See, baby,” you say to your husband as you begin to rock your son and his cries calm down, “you just gotta stay calm and he’ll stay calm.”

He takes a seat next to you on your bed, “I can’t believe we’re parents. I’m a dad.”

“You’re a dad, baby. You’re gonna be a great dad, okay, Spence? Worlds best.”

He nods, “yeah. Yeah. And you’re gonna be a great mom.”

“We are going to be great parents to this little peanut,” you say as you look down at your now, sleeping son.

He hasn’t been crying a lot and when he does he's easy to calm down and you’re grateful for it. You know Spencer is worried about being a dad. His dad never taught him how to be one, she has no idea how to be there for him.

But, honestly, neither do you. No one is taught how to be a parent, it’s just something you learn along the way. And if Spencer is good at anything, it’s learning.

He takes Atticus into his arms and lays him down in the crib the hospital brought into your room. He smiles down at the little guy before pressing a kiss to his forehead and whispering a “goodnight, buddy.”

You hold your arms out for him to come to your bed. When he turns around and sees you he smiles as he takes a seat back in your bed and lays down with you.

You turn towards him and lay your head on his chest, “I love you, Spencer.”

“I love you, too.” He says with a kiss on your head as you both fall asleep from a very exhausting day.

[artificialqueens]

Not Casual At All (biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

Over 3,000 words as an excuse for Adore to suck Bianca off in the dressing room. Smut with feelings. Note by Miss Alyssa Secret: First smut I’ve written, hoping I did it right! Really wanted to see these two having at it while still mostly in drag. I used drag names and female pronouns. Let me know what you think!

The dressing room door had barely clicked shut again after Darienne and Courtney headed out for drinks when Adore flopped down in the chair next to the vanity. Bianca had her back turned but tracked the movement in the mirror, busy peeling off stacks of lashes. “Good one tonight,” she commented, dropping the lashes into their case and leaning back with a sigh. “Yeah,” Adore agreed, picking at the edge of one of the holes in her ripped fishnets. “Fucking best ever.” It never failed to surprise Adore how comfortable Bianca appeared in drag, even fully padded and tucked and cinched for hours. Like now, when she wasn’t even rushing to get out of her gown, and the only things separating her from stage-ready were the missing lashes and single wig. Adore herself credited a less than tight tuck and loose fitting clothes for her own comfort, and she didn’t understand how Bianca could relax with her balls ‘up under her chin’ as she so helpfully put it. Bianca reached over and gave her hand an affectionate squeeze, gloves and all. “Whatcha thinking about, Pussyface?” Dark-painted lips stretched into a wicked grin as Adore answered. “Fucking you over the table.” The eyeroll in response was automatic. “Nice try, but no, bitch.” Adore’s grin widened at the lack of bite in Bianca’s words. “Awww, c’mon Bianx, it’s been forever since.” “Says the queen who has little gay boys and straight girls literally throwing themselves at her on the street and at airports.” “Not my fault I’m fucking hot as hell.” Sticking her tongue out only received a trademark BDR stare, although she could see the amusement hiding behind blue contacts. “There’s probably at least fifty of them waiting by the stage door hoping you’ll be interested in their asses.” Instead of answering, she took the opportunity to tug on their joined hands until Bianca took the hint and stood, pulling her forward to straddle her thighs. Adore released her fingers as the sequined dress fanned open and exposed slender legs, replacing them around the nipped in waist as Bianca settled on her lap. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Bianca’s stage face softened and her hands came up to rest lightly on Adore’s shoulders. “No reason why you’re in here trying to fuck this old whore when you could get ‘em to suck your dick for free.” Adore let out a frustrated sigh. “You know I hate it when you say that.” “It’s true, hell they’d probably-“ Bianca stopped mid-sentence as Adore’s hands tightened around her waist. “You know what I’m talking about.” She shrugged, reaching out automatically to smooth the tangled ends of Adore’s short green wig. “Just saying, I don’t know why you’d pass up the trade when I’m not gonna let you stick your dick up my ass.” The blunt words were accompanied by a self-deprecating quirk of her exaggerated lips. “And I doubt you’re in a bottoming mood.” Adore lowered her hands to rest high on Bianca’s fishnet-covered thighs, the touch oddly non-sexual but intimate all the same. “Maybe cuz I don’t feel like fucking a stranger? Plus it’s been a while and I missed you.” Bianca’s shoulders dropped noticeably, unconscious tension draining out. She’d given Adore an out that they could laugh off, but the honest answer meant she wasn’t trying to use sex as an excuse to not deal with something else. Leaning forward, she gave her a quick and mostly chaste kiss. “Missed you too, Pussyface.” Adore’s close mouthed smile lit up her eyes, and she tugged Bianca back down for more kisses, soft and familiar in their intensity. Bianca spared a brief thought for the unlocked door before reasoning that the only ones who would walk in without knocking first wouldn’t be shocked and wouldn’t go rushing to social media about it. Courtney and Darienne would tease them mercilessly, but would definitely keep their mouths shut otherwise. Pulling back, she couldn’t help the small laugh at seeing her own wine red lipstick mingling with Adore’s dark mermaid green, smeared around her mouth. “Let me get out of this and we can finish in my room later if-“. She paused as Adore shook her head, hands clamped on her padded hips as she tried to stand. “What?” Adore’s slender fingers slipped past the gown’s faux wrap front, searching for the waistband of her tights under the edge of the corset. “I wanna suck your dick now.” Bianca reached down to still her hands momentarily. “I didn’t bring anything with me, it’s all in my suitcase in my room.” As thorough as her cases of supplies were, Bianca didn’t bother to keep condoms or lube in her drag bag, unlike some of the other queens. Bianca Del Rio wasn’t created to be a sexual persona despite the innuendos and crude humor, and she normally would have refused to even kiss like they had while in drag. Like as not though, the one rule about Adore was that none of her usual rules applied. Adore straightened up and met her eyes, all traces of humor and playfulness falling away. “I tested clean before we came over, and I haven’t been with anyone since.” “Too busy?” Bianca was genuinely curious; they were hardly exclusive and she had no problem hearing about Adore’s sexual escapades with anyone else. Over the years it never seemed to matter who else they fucked when they always came back to each other. Sometimes it happened when they were both silly drunk, or one or the other needed comfort, or as another way to reconnect after a long separation the same way two other friends might share drinks and a meal. Their relationship defied labels and boundaries, an unspoken understanding between them that was somehow completely normal. Not that Bianca (or Roy) had occasional casual sex with her other friends. And not that the sex they had, while hardly monogamous, was casual. Adore caught her lower lip between her teeth, an unusually self-conscious expression. “Nah. Just haven’t felt like fucking someone who’s only interested in Adore.” That was something Bianca understood more than most people. She nodded and gently pressed her thumb against Adore’s lip until she released it, soothing the teethmarks with soft motions. “You?” Bianca felt her own lips twitching into a half smile. “Not since the last time. No one is getting in line to sleep with this clown.” Adore pinched her side in admonishment but otherwise didn’t comment on the last part. “The time while you were trying to make a hem or…?” The half smile turned into a full toothy grin. “Yeah, when you almost made me drop my shears on your head. Couldn’t have waited for me to finish cutting, could you?” “Hey, I was horny and you were taking too long!” At that, she had to kiss Adore again, remembering the warm afternoon trading blowjobs in her sewing room (another normally off limits activity). “Serious though,” Adore murmured when they surfaced for air, foreheads tipped together, “I’m ok without a condom if you are. And I do have some in my bag if you want.” Safe sex was important, but so was trusting your partner. And in this case, Bianca knew Adore wouldn’t play carelessly with either of their health. “Yeah. We can.” “Party!” Bianca silenced her with another kiss, this one less gentle as she licked her way past Adore’s lips, ignoring the slick of waxy gloss until their tongues met. Adore tasted like whiskey and the cupcakes one of the fans had brought to the meet and greet, the smoky flavor of the alcohol tinged with hints of sweetness. For a few minutes, the only noise in the dressing room was the soft, wet sounds of open-mouthed kisses and gasps of breath in between. Groaning low in her throat, Adore’s fingers had found their way back up under Bianca’s gown when a sharp knock on the door startled them both. “You guys coming up?” Jamie’s voice was clear even through the door. Wiping the back of her hand across her mouth, Bianca cleared her throat before calling back, “Give us a few?” Adore was already shaking her head again, clearly not interested in waiting until they could make it to a hotel room with a locked door. “Going to shower first,” she added, waiting for Jamie’s assent before relaxing. Thankfully, the dressing room boasted a full bathroom, and it wasn’t unusual for Bianca to clean up before leaving a venue. “I love how you’re so rich and smart,” Adore teased. “Shut up bitch, I’ve got us twenty minutes max and it’s going to take us half of that to get out of everything.” As she spoke, Bianca was already reaching for the bottle of alcohol and cotton, but before she could even start in on the wig glue, Adore made up her mind for them both. Barely giving Bianca any time to re-balance after her muttered “hang on,” she wrapped a hand around and under each thigh before standing up and walking them briskly into the bathroom together, kicking the door shut behind her. “I’m not showering with a full face-“ Bianca started as Adore deposited her unceremoniously on the wide countertop. “Fuck the shower,” came the response as Adore reclaimed her mouth, more tongue and teeth than the sensual kisses they were sharing minutes ago. Bianca reached out to start undressing her, surprised out of their liplock when her hands were moved decisively away. There was a brief but silent battle of wills as they made eye contact, both breathing heavily, before she nodded and settled back on the counter, hands coming up to grip the back of Adore’s neck instead. Bianca didn’t do passive and submissive was completely out of the question in bed, but letting Adore take the lead to satisfy her obvious desire wasn’t either of those. The willingness to let her guard down and be vulnerable when they were together was something she mentally filed away to think about another time. Hiking the heavy skirt of her gown up, Adore dropped to her knees with one last lick across her mouth and down the side of her neck. Leaning back against the mirror created just enough give at the bottom of her corset for Adore to grasp onto three of her four pairs of tights. A few quick tugs accompanied with a hip shimmy left them hanging around her ankles as Adore came back up for the last pair, pulling her padding out and setting it aside with a degree of care that belied her hungry expression. Bianca nodded in response to the unspoken question, then sucked in a breath as Adore swiftly pulled back her tucking tape. The hiss of momentary pain turned into an appreciative groan as Adore stood for another kiss, fingers teasing her now-freed cock and grinding her own crotch lightly against Bianca’s bare knee. “Okay?” she asked between kisses, nipping at Bianca’s lower lip while her hand moved in steady strokes, pausing to squeeze with every pass over the head of her cock as it slowly hardened. Bianca’s eyes snapped back open from where they’d drifted lazily closed. “Yeah. What?” she asked as a frown passed across Adore’s face in stark contrast to the swollen lips and flush visible on her unpainted throat. “Can you take them out?” “…mmmmm…huh?” Bianca considered the non sequitur with the part of her brain not focused on Adore’s fingers as they played over the tip of her now fully hard cock, thumbing at the slick wetness beginning to leak against her palm. “Your contacts,” Adore murmured, voice dropping into a husky, breathless tone. She licked her lips slowly, distracting Bianca with memories of how they felt gliding down her shaft. “Yeah?” It took a few seconds of fumbling with her back to the mirror, but the sweet smile Adore gave her when she discarded the blue lenses was worth it. Bianca slipped a hand between her leg and Adore’s slowly rocking hips, lifting the hem of her short dress and palming the very prominent erection struggling to escape her tucking panties. Their mouths pressed together, kisses growing messy until they were both panting against each other’s lips. She swallowed Adore’s moans when her hand found its way under layers of tights and closed around the heat of her cock, fingers sliding down to cup her balls as Adore rutted against her wrist. Her own hips lifted off the counter, rising to meet the tight grip and not caring if they went any further than a mutual jerk off. She felt Adore’s other hand groping at the neckline of her gown before working under her padded breast and grazing over her nipple, evoking a whine with a less than gentle pinch. For a few minutes, Bianca’s world narrowed down to the familiar hardness in her hand and the throbbing pressure building between her own legs with every deft stroke, yanking down the tights constraining her movements. “Stop, B,” Adore managed, moaning as Bianca sucked a line of lovebites down her neck. She already sounded completely fucked out. “You have to stop, or I’m gonna come.” With reluctance, Bianca pulled her hand back, Adore groaning out an obscenity as she watched her lick the slick pre-come off her palm and fingers. The erection bobbing below Adore’s rucked up dress should have looked ridiculous, but Bianca felt a surge of lust as she watched her drop to her knees. Adore licked a stripe of heat up her cock, tongue curling around the swollen head, and sliding back down to suckle at her balls. The gold-flecked green of her eyes was eclipsed by blown out pupils, and she caught Bianca’s hand, lacing their fingers together tightly. Bianca’s head fell back against the mirror with a thud, losing eye contact when Adore closed her lips around her shaft, tongue lapping at the slit and humming in satisfaction at the taste. Sweaty and tucked all night or not, having Bianca’s cock in her mouth and lips stretched around the thickness, firmly pressed all of the buttons marked “Adore’s arousal”. She pressed the tip of her tongue against the vein underneath as she slid her mouth up, flicking it just below the head with a hint of teeth. It was one of her favorite ways to evoke a whimper, Bianca’s voice gone high with pleasure. Adore drank in her moans and breathless gasps, fingers working to stroke the part of her cock she couldn’t fit in her mouth and loosing Bianca’s fingers to fondle the heavy balls. Taking in her heaving chest, she paused to grasp at the bottom of her corset, fumbling for the zipper. Bianca gripped her wrist, shaking her head loosely. “Leave it,” she exhaled, barely audible over Adore’s own heartbeat in her ears, voice breaking as Adore’s hummed assent vibrated against her cock. Bobbing her head as she sucked, Adore kept her eyes fixed on Bianca’s face, seeing beads of sweat tracing lines through her makeup and full lips parted in pleasure. Her wig had come completely unpinned, normally neat coils of hair clinging to her damp forehead and spilling across her shoulders. Roy was a handsome man, but Bianca painted and aroused was on another level. Adore thought she’d never looked more beautiful. If anyone caught a glimpse who didn’t know better, they might mistake them for two women, Bianca’s tights around her ankles above the heels she was still somehow wearing with legs spread wide and Adore’s head buried between her thighs. Adore dropped her hand to fist her own cock as she sucked, feeling the wetness dripping down the shaft and wishing for Bianca’s hand or mouth instead. The thought made her groan around the cock in her mouth, and Bianca’s breath caught sharply, fingers tangling in the strands of her wig. Adore didn’t need to hear her gasped, “Fuck, I’m close.” Years of reading her reactions to the point that sex between them was comfortable above anything else meant that she knew Bianca was barely clinging to control but still considerate enough to not come in her mouth without warning. Her only complaint about this position meant she couldn’t clearly see the way her liquid amber eyes would lose their focus, perfect teeth clenched as she panted and tried to hold off her orgasm. She pulled off long enough to husk out, “Come on then. Come for me,” hearing how raspy the words were from her well-used throat. Taking a deep breath, she wrapped her lips as tightly as possible around the shaft, sliding down until the head pressed against the back of her mouth a hair’s breadth from choking her. Bianca’s hips stuttered as she swallowed against the tip once, twice, three times before letting her cock fall from her lips and stroking rapidly as Bianca came with a harsh gasp across Adore’s open mouth. Bianca was still riding out the aftershocks of pleasure, hand gone limp against her head and eyes barely focused as Adore licked the cum from her lips. She was still catching her breath when Adore sank her teeth into her inner thigh and came with a strangled moan before collapsing with her cheek pressed beside her spit-slick crotch. Deciding against trying to pull her back to her feet with what were likely to be sore knees and wobbly ankles, Bianca slid off the counter until she was sprawled on the floor next to Adore, propped up against the glass shower door. Wordlessly, she wrapped heavy arms around her shoulders and shared a lingering kiss tinged with the salty bitterness still slicking her lips. Adore’s sated expression caused a familiar ache in her chest that she did her best to ignore. Gazing at their reflection in the mirror to the side, she choked out a laugh, turning Adore until she could see as well. Adore’s mascara ran in rivulets down her cheeks, her wig was half unpinned, and a mess of cum and the remains of lipstick smeared across her mouth. Bianca hadn’t fared much better, dark streaks of eyeliner and shadow making her look more like a raccoon than ever, although her wig was still glued down. The lines between boy and queen were more blurred than ever, but it never seemed to matter when it was just the two of them. Once the giggles subsided, Adore lifted a hand to Bianca’s cheek. Despite the ruined makeup and evidence of sex, her eyes were solemn and Bianca held her breath, waiting. “I love you,” Adore whispered, and a tiny frisson of arousal tugged at her spent cock at the sound of her ruined voice, knowing she was the cause of it. Bianca breathed out and pressed their foreheads together. “I love you too.” The moment stretched out between them, settling in and slipping away but not uncomfortably. Adore looked down and her smile was back as she reached up to finally unzip Bianca from her sweaty gown. Slowly, they helped each other undress. “Bianx?” “Yeah?” “Think we can get your cum off my dress for the show tomorrow?” “Fuck.” Safe sex is important! Adore and Bianca have a brief discussion and are both consenting to not use protection because they’ve been tested and trust each other despite not being in a monogamous relationship. It’s not a guarantee, so always be sure you and your partner are on the same page about stuff like this.

[moved-to-femmesun-blog]

all the lgbt asks :+)

fuck you.

What do you identify as and what are your pronouns?transmasc (technically genderfluid but i’m very much transmasc) + he/him and ae/aem/aer

How did you discover your sexuality, tell your story?idk. i just never rlly liked girls. didn’t really care much for dating at all but i was def more attracted to guys, and so i ID’d as mlm for most of middle school to high school. now i lean more towards bi - and ID as bi - but i still use mlm for myself.

Have you experienced being misgendered? What happened and how did you overcome it?hahah yeah. even when i was going by “Benjamin” back in high school i was constantly misgendered. i just dealt with it. was too much of a pushover to say anything so i just ignored it kdnsknaksnd

Who was the first person you told, how did they react?some guy i was friends with that who obviously liked me. he took it pretty well, told me to tell my friend if i really wanted.

Describe what it was like coming out, what did you feel?i was impulsive and so i just. did it. i don’t really remember much about it - it didn’t feel that significant to me because i was SO disconnected from gender and identity, and i also just don’t remember small details well.

If you’re out, how did your parents/guardians/friends react?parents just. took it well ig. made an effort to use the name i wanted, were supportive enough. mum’s done more research than my step dad has - he thinks he can say the q slur lol - and was there along side me for a lot of my transition progress, but overall they’ve both been okay. at least with the binary stuff. i’m not open to them about my sexuality or the indepth details of my identity, aka my new pronouns and name - so it kinda sucks - but overall it was pretty good. friends were okay about it, had a few name hiccups with them using “em” for me instead of emmett (which i was going as at the time) but *shrug*

What is one question you hate people asking about your sexuality?no one ever asks me shit KDNSKNDkdn and tbh i don’t think anything would bother me? unless the person is being an asshole about it, i’m really open to answering questions.

Describe the style of clothing that you most often wear.i don’t really know what Style i have but like, lately i’ve gone back to just wearings leggings, big jackets, and then tank tops/my croptop. i used to be rlly rlly anal about like, Presenting As Male, and tbh i was really uncomfortable during that time. being overweight, i just felt ugly and gross and clunky. and so i’m glad i’ve gone back to wearing more fem stuff bc like. it fits me better, i love and feel better, and i have more options.

Who are your favourite lgbt+ ships?uhhh for bnha i’d say my faves right now are: bakukami/bakukirikami, kamisero, todoiida, iiseroyama, and then minamomojirou.

What does makeup mean to you? Do you wear any?i’ve never been one to wear make up. the furthest i ever went was using BB cream and then nail polish, and i haven’t used BB cream in years. i own One bottle of nail polish now and it’s this clear stuff with gold glitter chunks in it.

Do you experience dysphoria? If so, how does that affect you?not... really? i USED to big time. but now i’ve just mellowed out since shifting towards nonbinary/genderfluid and stuff. back when i was Set on being “100% FTM” i was super dysphoric. i just hated hearing she/her pronouns, and that’s really the only time i get dysphoric now - and when people call me a girl, but y’know dknskndd - and so... most of the time i’m good. i’m on T (have been for 2 years, though i havent been taking it lately due to complications with my endo clinic - and i’m almost a year and a half past getting top surgery - which im happy w/ bc i had a huge chest, though i do sometimes miss my boobs - and so i’m pretty good!

What is the stupidest thing you’ve heard said about the lgbt+ community?there are SO many dumb things i’ve heard over the years of being on tumblr/online/at public high school, so i don’t know how to give this just ONE answer dknsandnknds

What’s your favourite thing about the lgbt+ community?the “i can’t read/drive/do math” jokes bc i’m gay

What’s your least favourite thing about the lgbt+ community?i could say a lot of things here but i do NOT wanna risk starting any shit so KDNSKNDSKND

Have you ever been to your cities pride event? Why or why not?i’ve been to pride as part of my school’s team for the parade once! i haven’t gone since just bc i don’t really have anyone in my city i’d like to go with

Who is your favourite lgbt+ Icon/Advocate/Celebrity?i’m REALLY disconnected from celebrities... i really can’t answer thiskNDksnd

Have you been in a relationship and how did you meet?a bunch! currently i have two boyfriends and i met both of them through bnha discord servers - specifically rp servers KDNSKDNSKNd

What is your favourite lgbt+ book?i can’t read! (i genuinely can’t remember the names of any gay books i’ve read so SOBS)

Have you ever faced discrimination? What happened?yup! i’ve been called slurs in public, had people obviously try and figure out my gender - fun fact: one time a guy very obvious leaned over at me as i passed by to try and look down my sweater to check my chest B) - uhhh misgendering on purpose. nothing physical yet thankfully, but y’know.

Your Favorite lgbt+ movie or show?i am LOVING carole and tuesday rn im ngl KDNSKND

Who are some of your favourite lgbt+ bloggers?all my mutuals ;)

Which lgbt+ slur do you want to reclaim?q slur, that’s all i can claim KDNSkdn  i’ll use it when i know the people around me are comfortable seeing/hearing it but otherwise i just keep it to “q slur”

Have you ever gone to a gay bar, or a drag show, how was it?nope. almost did once - this dude in my city wanted to take me, and at the time we were friends and i had a crush on him, and we would’ve had a uh. fling. if we’d gone - but never did end up going. shit happens KDNSKND

How do you self-identify your gender, and what does that mean to you?idk i’m just like. i’m a dude - i’m NOT a girl, 100% not a girl - but at the same time, i’m not a dude? i’m not agender but it’s like... i’m just SO disconnected from the idea of having a gender but i’m super comfortable ID’ing as a guy because i find comfort it in (and in being able to say things like Yeah I’m Transmac and Yeah I’m MLM) but really it’s just. a big blur. i shift between being a Dude and then being Kind Of A Dude and then Not Being Anything and then Being ???   so yeah kdsnkdn

Are you interested in having children? Why or why not?nope. trauma fucked me up and i don’t wanna ever risk putting a child through anything. i wouldn’t be able to handle parenting a child. if ANYTHING i’d adopt an older kid, early/late teens, but idk.

What identity advice would you give your younger self?you don’t have to MAKE sure every one knows you’re a Dude. you don’t HAVE to pass at male. you feel so much more uncomfortable when you confuse people about your gender, when you wear want you want and what you feel comfortable wearing. you’re gonna hate looking back on yourself in a couple years because you’ll realize just how caught up you got in toxic masculinity, but it gets better. you get more comfortable being You and doing what You Want, and you’ll find people who accept that more than your current friends ever could. it gets better. you get better.

What do you think of gender roles in relationships?*throws them out the window* 

Anything else you want to share about your experience with gender?toxic masculinity is a BITCH and i wishhhh that i’d had more understanding friends. there’s something just so sad and... weird... about the idea of FORCING yourself to have to “pass” at all times - when “passing” is a dumb enough concept itself - but idk. i learnt a lot from it, even if it sucked.

What is something you wish people know about being lgbt+?it really isn’t easy. every day you’re dealing with stuff, from yourself and from other people, so let us have our jokes. let us have our pride. let us be loud about who we are.

Why are proud to be lgbt+?cause it means i’m not cishet LOLif you read through all of this: why? why do that to yourselfkNDKSNd

[verytamenow]

Reputation Tour Movie: Reactions

On the off chance anyone has wanted to know what it’s like to deal with my commentary when I will not shut the fuck up, click that read more to get my Reputation Movie commentary!

Opening

- Taylor is the most extra bitch. I love her.

- Opening video still gives me chills

...Ready For It?

- The strobe lights make this as sometimes irritating to watch as it was live. Which is a pity because I love the performance.

I Did Something Bad

- Will idsb ever not give me chills and murder me?

- I want her to bite me when she snarls

- Her hips. The idiot giraffe is blessed.

- Her vocals

- Fuck Me Up

- The most precious happiest koala😭

- (spots a rep room wristband) lucky bitch

Gorgeous

- I’m So disappointed a step above gorgeous being gorgeous didn’t get immortalized in the tour video

- The assholes (I say out of jealousy) with the triangles. Why didn’t we think of that!

- “And I’m Taylor” Bitch I hope so. I spend so much on your ass.

- Stop looking like that Taylor it makes me feel things

Style

- I get why style made the set list and love the songs but justice for ootw

- That guitar riff gives me ALL THE FEELS

- yes bitch strut! Thank you Karlie Kloss

Love Story

- Aww all the throwback and legacy feels 

- Is it legal not to jump during this song?

- Boop.

- “I keep waiting for you but you never cum” is probably not a problem Taylor has. On either end.

You Belong With Me

- (proceeds to bounce in place because Taylor owns me)

- The parent holding up her daughter is Kristen in the future

Look What You Made Me Do

- The lwymmd pre video is my sexuality

- I want murderess snake queen Taylor to end. my. life.

- Would let her choke me

- I’m the bitch mouthing oh my god

- This is my favourite part of the tour ngl

- THAT SMIRK

- side note: also remember when we thought it was a dragon and not a snake?

- She really snapped and killed a bitch with this song

- THE INTENSITY WENT OFF AND HOW IS PIT NOT LOSING THEIR SHIT

- like mosh or something fuckers

- KARYN!

- I weirdly love the back vocals she recorded for lwymmd. The short “ah”s really make it

- The sass

- A queen

- I’m so gay

- This is why I’m doomed with whoever I date

End Game

- The disappointment Ed never guested on the tour

- The choreo for this is 🔥

- I mean all of it is but her hips

- Her legs are worth every penny of 40 million

- The hand over the face bit is an objectively weird closing move

King Of My Heart

- How do we actually make her America’s queen

- This is the softest song

- I stan komh so hard

- Like I love delicate but this is just as soft. Softer even

- I love I’m getting to see the other half of the choreo because we sat on the left side each time

- Up on the roof with a school girl crush /  Drinking beer out of plastic cups / Say you fancy me not fancy stuff / BABY ALL IT ONCE THIS IS ENOUGH

- This is the closest we’ve come to a poc love interest in anything she’s filmed. Except the End Game MV sort of.

- We didn’t stan the dancers hard enough

- The drums made this tbh

Delicate

- Oh gods I’m not ready for the delicate speech

- I’m the dude who screamed he loved her

- Bless the rainbow dress

- “Shit is that what is was on my wrist? I thought her stalker and taylurking ways had just finally gone to tracking bracelets.”

- (knock at the door) Me, pausing: umm I blocked out this entire 2 hours for our lorde and saviour Taylor Swift???

- (Scott Swift voice) I’m going back into my zone

- The lights are so pretty. No wonder Taylor loves the bracelets

- Bitch we know your unreleased stuff

- Do let’s go/battle as a surprise song and be shook

- 1! 2! 3! LET’S GO BITCH!

- Can you believe she flew right over us

- That little dance. She’s so fucking precious

Shake It Off

- B stage. Remember how she gave invisible to the gays

- And finally played breath

- The only redeeming thing for shake it off is that she made it as gay as she could

-I still wanna know what inspired “my ex man brought his new girlfriend...to the fella over there with the hella good hair” bit

- What did Di do? And who did Taylor hit on? Or is Karlie the one with the hella good hair?

- Giuseppe got down on one knee long before Karlie ever will

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

- How smug was Taylor when her jump to pop worked?

- There must have been so many I told you so’s

- It started raining. The closest I’ll ever come to a rain show.

- I can’t believe she played this song in Nashville with Karlie right there and kept her shit together

- Taylor’s never more magical then when it’s just her and a guitar

- I would give anything and go deep in debt to go to an acoustic show

- This filter was unnecessary and such a call out

- She had one fuck left and it’s name is alliterative All Too Well

- I hope she keeps doing acoustic surprise songs like this next tour. Where it’s a set thing.

- I’m so relieved she approves of lyric tattoos. Like....imagine if she didn’t and I have my entire forearm

- Put down your fucking phones and watch her be magic personified

- Also fuck this song for being so powerful

- The way she sings the bridge

- Now did she really lose the 12 minute version or is it just a little too obvious who it’s about

- Her wink! I’d die

- Is that chick okay? Did she live?

Blank Space

- The crowd walk! I’m still so so fucking endlessly proud

- Look at her!

- My precious angel reclaiming walking through her fans

- How the fuck are these people not dying tho?

- Still want her to hit me in the face with the golf club

- And kick me in the face with her boots

- This is also still my favourite mv

- It was so perfect

- This is also quality choreo. I wouldn’t have made it had it seen it right in front of me

- Gay icons

Dress

- Holy fuck dress is so gay

- Like.....we been knew but still

- This song is why she didn’t dare film in Nashville

- The vocals should be illegal

- Like, they’re NSFL (Not Safe For Lesbians)

- The first time she did that (strip tease thing) and the Nashville show were the best ones

Should Have Said No / Bad Blood

- This is still the most fucking random mash up

- I mean it works and redeems bad blood but wtf

- The person sitting on someone else’s shoulders has to really be pissing off someone else who can’t see

- Aggressive banjo

- Can’t believe she puts on a show and sells like this and Borschetta wouldn’t give her the masters. Idiot

- The dudes dangling are braver than any US Marine

- Instead she negotiated for better artist pay AND her future masters. The Legend jumped out

- I remember watching this the first time and being briefly confused because this sort of drawn out thing is what they normally do for show closing but it was too early

Don’t Blame Me

- Oh fuck here we go

- THIS IS MY FAVOURITE TOUR OUTFIT

- PERIOD

- ACCEPT NO SUBSTITUTES

- this entire fucking performance. No words

- I love all the dude dancers had the blinders like headgear. As if such powerful sapphic love is distinctly not for their consumption

- I have found religion

- I stan a queen

Long Live / New Year’s Day

- I love she knows how many people work on the tour and genuinely appreciates their effort

- I hope this mashup sticks around, at least as the surprise song at the closing show of the next tour

- I’m not crying you’re crying

- Hold on to the memories, they/I will hold onto you is one on my favourite lines she’s written

- Along with with please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

- Oh my fucking god stop letting her be this precious

- Remember how fucking loud we were in Denver?

- This is my favourite moment of the entire show - for her. You can tell how much it means to her

- She owns my ass and wallet forevermore

- “I had the time of my life....with you” is a whole emotional mood

- Her quick little thank you 😭

Why She Disappeared

- Oh that’s the first time I’ve heard the echos

- Those boots probably cost more than my life

- This should have been the close or open of the getaway car mv

- Imagine if it shows up in an mv next era. Starts with a car on a pink x

Getaway Car

- The 1989 neon is an interesting choice

- Is that the shift to pop being a getaway or the close of the 1989 era being one? (More thoughts on this later)

- Hits you like a shotgun shot to the Heart is a fucking amazing line

- I loved that bit straight away

- I can lowkey see getaway car being about switching labels tbh

- This last album maybe IS the getaway car (more, again, later)

Call It What You Want

- Ciwyw is one on my favourite love songs of hers

- Trust him like NO OTHER was right at her fingertips

- Who the fuck would say no to running away with her?

- I would let her RUN ME OVER, running away WITH her? Fuck yes

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together / This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

- WANEGBT/TIWWCHNT is a brilliant mash up

- But fucking ridiculous to type

- “But I’m not the friend you’ve lost lately” is the shadiest fucking line and I love it

- I’m disappointed we never got video of her recording “cause forgiveness is a nice thing to do”. I can only imagine the sass and snark

- “Taylor the mic is picking up you muttering ‘fucking prick’. You need to record it again.”

- “.....Taylor, muttering ‘backstabbing motherfucker’ isn’t any better. Maybe try it without the muttering?”

- The mouthed “I love you guys” ❤😭

- They’re not showing people collecting confetti? How unrealistic.

- Oh, there they are.

- “The words are all the same over and over again and I know that’s my fault....” still funny as hell

- “What’s a 767?” What’s it like to have that kind of money?

- Will pay to watch Taylor skip through a stadium

In conclusion: Taylor owns me. Kristen puts up with a lot from me. And I can’t wait for the next chapter.

[jetzelda]

Deku’s Descent into Despair

Junko Enoshima decides it’s a grand plan to give a world of Despair another go. She teams up with the League of Villains. And her target? Izuku Midoriya

“So, for all those reasons I just explained, you should understand by now just how powerful a weapon despair can be.”

The bar was silent as Shigaraki, Tomura, and the obscured man through the small laptop took in the young girl before them.

The girl was the societal definition of beautiful. Long, gorgeous pink hair pulled up into to wild pigtails on top of her head. Smooth unblemished skin that seemed to glow in the light, shown off perfectly by her short skirt and rolled up sleeves. Her bosom was ample and emphasized by a bra peeking out of her shirt that pushed her breasts up and together. She had long red nails that seemed perfect for clawing. Honestly, she would look like every other super model, if not for the disconcerting color choices for her ensemble, red and black, the two out of place hair clips of teddy bear heads in her hair of black and white, and that unhinged light in those sparkling blue eyes of hers.

Shigaraki’s knuckles rested beside father’s hand upon his face, propping him up against the bar while he slouched on his stool. “…I want to kill her.”

Instead of being frightened or enraged, the girl laughed. It was high-pitched and in a way- haunting. “I’d love you to try.” She said sincerely when she gained her breath back.

Shigaraki sat up straighter, a move in preparation for attack. “Now, now.” A voice intoned from the screen. “I believe her theory and plan has some merit.”

Shigaraki stilled in his attack, before slumping back in his seat. “Fine. If that’s what Sensei wants, then you can live.”

The girl actually openly pouted at that. “Awww. No conflict? How boring.” If she noticed Shigaraki’s irritation at her response, she showed no sign of it. “Oh well, that’s fine.” A sinister smirk spread across her face and her eyes once more gleamed with that unhinged light “It would be a shame if either of us died before I could show you how to spread true Despair.”

“Welcome to the League of Villains,” Sensei’s voice spoke from the camera once more. “Junko Enoshima.”

Long red nails clacked in a rhythm against the bar top. “So that’s the sports festival.” Junko mused. She was seated beside Shigaraki, re-watching the fights and events with him.

“Yes.” Shigaraki responded. He pointed to the screen as the explosive blond one. “This one is our target. He fought during the award ceremony. Clearly he’s upset with the system. And that anger, persuading him to switch shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Nah.” Junko dismissed immediately. “He’s far too headstrong. He’s set on his path and it’d take more than a conversation to sway him.”

Shigaraki’s brow twitched beneath his father’s hand and he glared at Junko. “And you’re so good at reading people?” Junko just smiled charmingly at him, like she did when she decided she was right and wouldn’t be swayed. “…Fine. Who would you pick?”

A long red nail pointed at the freckled face with a mop of green curls on top, “I want that one.”

Shigaraki scoffed, scratching his neck. “That one? That All Might poser?” He growled. “I want to kill him though.”

Blue eyes gleamed. “No, he’s perfect. Didn’t you see? He got that Fire-Pop kid to use his fire. He was a rising underdog. He-“ She tapped the screen. “-is an inspiration in the making.” She licked her lips. “And nothing brings such beautiful despair than crushing hope as it starts to bloom.”

Red eyes took in the female. She was manic and just about salivating. Like a chef at the butcher shop, choosing a live animal to be slaughtered for her meal.

“….I still want the exploding one.”

Midoriya reflected on how amazingly fast EVERYTHING EVER COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG on this camping trip.

Villains showing up brought the test of courage to a screeching halt. Izuku once again pushed himself past his limits to save Kota from Muscular. And then he learned from the villain that Kaachan was the primary target of this attack! Apparently, Izuku was a secondary target of the attack, but muscle head seemed to think he could just kill him and Kota and claim to have never seen him (Izuku sure showed him).

But the cherry on top of this huge pile of crap was that Mister Compress that actually caught Kaachan! It was quick thinking that lead him to this moment of being flung with Shouji and Todoroki right into the group of villains preparing to be extracted.

Izuku was flat on his back after that blond girl attacked him. Shouji was fending her off while Todoroki dealt with the one in the black jumpsuit. He scrambled to sit up, breathing heavy and brain working fast. He was in so much pain, but it was irrelevant right now. He was more focused on getting to his feet and understanding why the scarred one and the one with Kaachan so relaxed right now??

A breeze brushed the back of his hair. He looked up into the baby blue eyes of a tall, pink haired girl towering over him with some kind of helmet. Her pigtails flowed behind her back like ominous flames. “Hey cutie.” He got no other warning before the helmet was shoved upon his head.

“What-?” His injured arms raised slightly, as if to remove the object.

“Don’t bite off your tongue sweetie.” He heard the girl advise before his world turned red.

The fight was brought to a halt by an awful, blood-curdling scream. Every head was turned towards the sound. It was disturbing. Izuku Midoriya, for that was who it must be, was upon his knees, shaking and thrashing as if he was being electrocuted. What could only be surmised as the cause was the new, and disturbing helmet upon his head. It probably wouldn’t even be called a helmet if it did not, in fact, cover the entirety of Midoriya’s head. It was a teddy bear head, evenly split into black on one side and white on the other. And while the white side was normal enough, the mouth of the black side twisted up into a horrible sharp toothed smile complimented with the eye being twisted and jagged and glowed a sinister red.

“Midoriya!” The two classmates of the boy yelled out to him. Their distraction cost them dear. They were easily batted to the side by the villains they were engaged with moments before.

Junko Enoshima just grabbed her prey by one of his injured arms. She hummed along to the screams of agony as she dragged the boy with her to the villains. The scarred one with staples in his skin arched a brow. She just smiled at him.

A black portal appeared behind the villains in the clearing. As they prepared to leave, a beam of light shot out and struck Mr. Compress’ mask from his face, knocking the two marbles from his mouth. That six-armed kid grabbed one. Dabi grabbed the other. And then the villains were gone.

When Katsuki Bakugo came back to awareness, he was strapped to a chair with his hands in heavy iron manacles that completely covered his hands, disrupting his ability to use his quirk. He heard voices, and choked, cracking screams.

“I wanna shut him up.” He recognized the voice of that hand covered fucker from USJ.

“This is normal.” A new, female voice dismissed. “There’s four stages. Screaming is one, and probably the longest.”

And the screams-it took Bakugo and moment, but he recognized that scream.

His eyes snapped open. That handsy fucker was there, with only one hand on his face this time, standing next to some pink haired chick. And on the floor between them, the bear head threw him for a moment, but the clothes and those awful mottled colored arms were still Deku’s.

“He!” Bakugo snapped at them. “What the fuck’re you doing to him?!”

Blue and red eyes set upon Bakugo. “Oh, you’re awake.” The woman regarded him with a bored air before turning back to Deku.

The handsy fucker scratched his neck. “Ahhh, see, his screaming ruined my set up. I had it all planned.”

A catty, manicured hand waved at the air. “It was a terrible set up anyways. I promise this will be so much better.”

Were they ignoring him?! “HEY!” Bakugo roared. “DON’T FUCKING IGNORE ME!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO DEKU?!”

“Now they’re both loud.” Handsy complained.

The bitch just blinked at Bakugo before smiling. “Deku? Is that an insult for him?” She turned to Deku and squealed. “Deku-chan! I love it!” Bakugo felt sick.

“How do I even know this is working?” Handsy crossed his arms impatiently.

The pink bitch rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll show.” She pulled the bear head off Deku. The eye on the head stopped glowing red and Deku stopped screaming. And fuck, did he look awful. Deku was paler than Bakugo had ever seen him, panting heavily to reclaim the air he lost with his screams. There were obvious tracks of tears down his dirty face, and even a little bit of spit leaking from his mouth. His green eyes were wide and unfocused. He looked absolutely wrecked and terrified. Not even in his many years of watching and picking on the Deku had Bakugo ever seen him like this. It made his stomach twist uncomfortably at the sight.

“Look.” Those freakishly long red nails forced Deku’s open wider, snapping his green gaze up at the two villains. “Take a good look, do you see it?” The handsy fucker crowed closer to Deku.

“What am I-Oh…What is that?”

The woman released Deku, and he jerked his head down so his green curls hid his gaze, still gasping harshly. “That’s the despair setting in.” The bitch responded cheerfully. “It’s going faster than I predicted, he must already have had some stuffed away deep inside him. That should speed up the process by some hours.”

Despair? In Deku? What the fuck were they talking about?

“Now, back you go~!” The bitch had the helmet and was lowering back down. And Deku shifted back and fucking whimpered. “N-No. Please-! Now more! Please don’t put it back on!!”

The bitch fucking sighed as if someone grabbed her junk! “OHhhh~ I do love that sweet despair.” She was fucking twisted! Her eyes shined like some psychopath. “Hold him for me?” She asked the handsy fucker sweetly.

And handsy grabbed Deku by the neck and shoulder, keeping his pinky raised on both hands. “No-No! Please NO!” Deku fucking begged.

“HE SAID NO YOU PSYCHOTIC BITCH!” Bakugo jerked in his chair. But he was strongly secured.

Deku’s watery, terrified eyes flickered to Bakugo. “K-Kaachan-!” That was the last thing Deku said before the helmet was back on and those screams started again.

“Ugh. He’s so loud.” Handsy fucker COMPLAINED AGAIN.

“It shouldn’t be long now.” The bitch ASSURED CALMLY. “Next will be sobbing.” Her boots clacked against the floor as she walked AWAY FROM DEKU and towards the stairs. “Get me when he’s quiet or laughing.” She threw over her shoulder.

Handsy started to leave Deku and follow the chick. “I guess I’ll just wait to talk until after.” He told Bakugou in passing.

THEY WERE JUST LEAVINNG DEKU INJURED AND SCREAMING IN AGONY ON THE FUCKING FLOOR.

“DON’T FUCKING LEAVE HIM LIKE THAT!!” Bakugo screamed at the two that disappeared up the stairs. “FUCKING COME BACK HERE AND TAKE THAT THING OFF HIM!!! YOU HEAR ME?! TAKE IT OFF HIM!!”

Bakugo screamed up at the ceiling over Deku’s screams for almost half an hour. He finally gave up when no one came and his throat started to hurt.

It took an hour for Deku’s screams to quiet, not because he was done screaming, but because his voice was cracked and raw. It was two hours since the fuckers left when Deku broke into quiet sobs that felt like punches to Bakugo’s chest and gut. Deku was right fucking there in some kinda agony and Bakugou could do nothing about it.

It was three hours after the fuckers left that Bakugo actually manned up enough to try and talk to Deku. He tried quiet at first, and progressively got louder when Deku failed to respond, to the point Bakugo was screaming at him. But it had no effect. Either Deku couldn’t hear him over his own crying, or that fucking bear head kept him from hearing Bakugo.

It was almost five hours after those fuckers left that Deku finally went silent. It was worse than when he was screaming. Only the sound of their own breathing echoed in Bakugo’s ears. It was eerie. And Bakugou remembered what the bitch said. This was the third stage of whatever the fuck they were doing. That meant whatever was happening was almost done.

“Fuck, don’t do this Deku.” Bakugou gritted his teeth. “Don’t do this! Don’t let them win!” It was against literally everything he said these past ten years, but “You’re fucking stronger than them and you know it!” Bakugo couldn’t stand the thought of losing to anyone. But right now thinking of Deku losing and giving in to whatever than pink haired bitch was planning was worse than Bakugo losing.

Deku didn’t respond. Bakugo kept taking at him, praying somehow that he was getting through, that Deku was hearing him (A part of him knew he wasn’t, a part he stamped out harshly).

Talking continuously distracted him. He hadn’t noticed the next hour pass.

“Awww, did you talk at him all night?” Bakugou’s head whipped around to watch that pink descend the stairs like some kinda fucking model. “How cute. You care. I might be able to win this one for you, too, Shiggy.”

The handsy fucker was right behind the bitch, with that hand still on his face. The fucker grumbled. “Don’t call me that. And keep your hands to yourself. He’s my achievement.”

WAS THIS A FUCKING GAME TO THEM?

Bakugou glowered at the villains, keeping his mouth shut, as much as it pained him. He didn’t want to give them any more leverage.

They both bypassed him anyways for Deku. Handsy fucker tilted his head. “He’s silent.”

“I said that would happen, didn’t I?” The bitch crouched in front of Deku. She tilted her head so it was almost resting on that Bear head. He was about to scream at her when she placed a finger to her smirking lips. “Shhhhh.”

It took a moment, it was so quiet to start, but he heard it. It was soft chuckling, slowly rising in volume. It was coming from Deku.

Handsy straightened up. The bitch pulled the helmet from Deku’s head.

Bakugou lost his breath and feeling in his stomach.

Deku was fucking smiling and giggling. And neither sound was sane. Oh no. Deku’s smile was stretched too wide and looked like it might break his face. There were black bags under his eyes worse that that sleepy fucker from the shitty sports festival.

And his eyes.

Holy fuck, his eyes.

They fucking glowed with a light that managed to be a sickening pink and red at the same time. And Bakugo would swear on every pro heroes’ name that Deku’s fucking pupils had turned into endless swirls.

And then Deku opened his fucking mouth. “Awww~ I liked that.”

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK.

The pink haired bitch fucking squealed in delight, flinging the bear head away. It landed somewhere in the bar with a metal clang. Red nails stroked lovingly across Deku’s face. The bitch gazed into Deku’s eyes, and he gazed right back, as if either were the only thing in each other’s world. “I knew Despair would look beautiful on you.” She cooed. “Deku~Chan, my baby~, Are you going to help mommy bring Despair to this big old boring world?”

And Bakugo would never forget the shock he felt when Deku cooed back. “Of course, mommy.” _ SO this was spur of the moment. Apologies for any spelling errors and grammar. May continue this one if I have more brain babies or if it’s liked enough.

[mistressofmythsandlegends-blog]

(via https://open.spotify.com/user/22mc3gklpy55wa7rgdwh3oh2q/playlist/3PQKlF0vIWV6OVCJl7QAan)

explanation of songs beneath the cut it’s gonna be lengthy as fuck

1. It’s The Fear - Within Temptation

It’s the fear of the dark that’s growing inside of me, that one day it will come to life

This song is poignantly about her childhood and developing her powers and abilities. This song is more or less self-explanatory.

2. In Our Solemn Hour - Within Temptation

In my darkest hours, I could not foresee, that the tide could turn so fast to this degree

So this song is distinctly when she is being taken to the church, and the actions that happen there. This song is a lot of her pain, a lot of her fear, and the birth of her self-loathing.

3. Monster - Skillet

This secret side of me, I never let you see, I keep it caged but I can’t control it.

So this song actually talks not only about how she sees herself, but is symbolic of the construct she creates to protect herself. Memento Mori, an illusion that grows so powerful in time, she literally cannot control it. And while it can’t do physical damage to a target, it sure as hell will feel like it.

4. Hope of Mourning - Icon For Hire

When the hope of morning makes it worth the fight, I will not be giving in tonight.

This is my anthem for when she gets on that train car and hides. For the journey from Pennsylvania to New Orleans. The pain, the fear, but she fights in that train car.

5. Moon Over Bourbon Street - Sting

I see faces as they pass, beneath the pale lamplight. I’ve no choice but to follow that call, the bright lights, the people, and the moon and all.

Sort of her song (and mine) for the city itself. She spends a year there, healing, and getting her taste for life again, but danger looks behind every corner in the city and one day it catches up to her.

6. Unchained - Blood on the Dance Floor

You try to say you’re sorry for the things you’ve done, tried to play me like a fool but I’m not one.

New Orleans was safety, salvation. Freedom, until she runs into a man claiming to work for her father. Claiming to want to bring her home. So she fights and fights, and realizes what she is. What she’s shown herself to be. So she has to run.

7. Hold Me Down - Halsey

I sold my soul to a three-piece, and he told me I was holy, but now he’s got me on both knees.

Freedom comes at a price. And for Autumn, no price is too great. She gets her first taste of the world’s cruelty.

8. My First Kiss - 3OH3! - Feat Ke$ha

Your kiss is like whiskey, it gets me drunk.

Strangely enough, this song is about when she meets Victor. The intoxicating affair that is their first meeting is her answer to salvation again, safety behind the gunman.

9. & 10. “Fuck Me” Eyes & Boss Bitch by Millionaires

Show me your money and take a shot, shot, shot. & And I’m better than the rest of you.

Both songs symbolize the absolute fall into debauchery and sin that her life becomes. Sex, drugs, alcohol and murder. Life’s a big ass party and she’s going to enjoy it.

11. Pour Me - Hollywood Undead

One more drink then I swear that I’m going home, truth is I have no where to go.

Life may be a party, it may be fun, but damn if it isn’t sad. Lonely. Empty. There’s no love in her life. It’s a life on the run, and without Victor, she wouldn’t know where her next meal came from or where she goes to sleep at night.

12. Everywhere I Go - Hollywood Undead

So just keep buzzed and keep this party rockin’

Bury the pain with a drink and fuck it all away. When they got to Chicago, it was a tribute to Bacchus himself.

13. Mad Hatter - Melanie Martinez

I’m peeling the skin off my face, ‘cause I really hate being safe.

The song for when she met Eric. Her Mad Hatter. If she was Alice, he fell into the role so easily. Her White Rabbit tried so hard to warn her. He’s a dangerous man, look at those eyes. Oh, but she loves the idea of danger.

14. Blow Cirkut Remix - Ke$ha

It’s time to kill the lights and shut the DJ down

Chicago is Life and Death for her, but first and foremost it is life. Heavy and hard, she lives. For the first time since running away, she lives.

15. Crazy Kids - Kesha

Tonight we do it big, and shine like stars. We don’t give a fuck ‘cause that’s just who we are.

For a while, she, Eric and Victor dominate the underground club circuit. Everyone knows Alice, her Rabbit and her Hatter. Like miniature gods; and she revels in the glory.

16. Party At A Rich Dude’s House

If you wanna go let me know, we’re gonna fight till we do it right.

Anthem for a particular job that was a harrowing experience for her. She learned that day to never look behind the curtain.

17. Turn Me On - Nicki Minaj

My body needs a hero, come and save me.

Oh, Eric thought he was the only one. But when she finds herself spending the night at a guy’s house, there’s the risk of a “something more” feeling and he doesn’t stand for that.

18. Call Me Master - Blood on the Dance Floor

You are my slave, my little fucking disaster, I am your god.

Eric changes, almost overnight. He is dominating, controlling. She will do nothing without his permission ever again.

19. La Petite Morte - Blood on the Dance Floor

Every little touch brings me closer to death, open up and suck out my last breath.

Eric’s snap shakes her to her core. It is sudden and he is violent in ways no one has been with her before. He leaves her for dead instead of finishing the job.

20. I Don’t Wanna Die - Hollywood Undead

I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, so you’re gonna have to.

There’s only one way to survive. Faking her death, again. Twice dead, and close to the edge again, she narrowly escapes death’s cold fingers and her father’s grasp.

21. Blow Deconstructed Mix - Kesha

Backdoor cracked, we don’t need a key

There’s a darkness over her life, robbing her of all the joy she felt alongside Victor. She clings to it because it is all she knows.

22. Warrior - Kesha

We’re the ones who flirt with danger,

Having survived two events now where she should have died, Autumn feels strong. And with her new arm, she is stronger than ever before.

23. Loveotomy - Blood on the Dance Floor

Leaving memories behind, erasing you from my mind.

Autumn would do anything to forget her father and Eric, to wipe them from her mind. Born again in the streets of New York, she calls herself Mistress Myth.

24. & 25. Take it Off -  Kesha &Floor & S.H.A.M.E. - Wizard AyePee

Again, she tries to reclaim the joy she felt with Victor. Parties, alcohol, drugs, but she’s working alone. And the loneliness is more painful than ever.

everything past this is personal canon

[deliriousscenarios]

Got7 Hogwarts Houses

After much procrastinating on my part, I've finally gotten around to getting this done. Honestly, I needed a distraction and this helped immensely. To the anon who asked for this so long ago, if you're still here and waiting, I'm sorry it's taken me forever to get around to it. I hope it isn't just a huge disappointment, and obviously, this is just my opinion. It's all subjective, and if anyone feels differently, I'd be interested in knowing what houses anyone would've put them in instead ^^ Here goes nothing...

Mr Bravado - SLYTHERIN - I'm gonna be honest, Leader was actually a really hard one for me to house. As much as my brain has been screaming Slytherin, it's also been side eyeing Gryffindor too. Still, he just has so many Slytherin traits it's hard not to place him here. Our Leader is known for his sharp tongue, his pride and his confidence, as well as his cunning. As Jinyoung has said before, you can't get anything past him. I would like to add, as confident as Jaebum can be, he still has his shy and clumsy moments, as do most Slytherins. We're far from as suave as we'd like the world to believe we are, I can assure you. Our leader is very ambitious, and has a sense of determination not just to be the best he can possibly be for himself but also for Got7, he is proud to be their leader and assertive in his role. They are his family and mean a lot to him, and family is definitely a huge deal to most Slytherins. On the flip side, Jaebum is a sore loser, and somewhat an ungracious winner. He can be a little intimidating sometimes, and can come across cold and standoffish when he wants. He is about respect and seems to take hierarchy incredibly seriously. Respect means a lot to him, and is something he wants to both give and receive, and will not be afraid to put his little brothers in their place if they don't respect him. Discipline, love, determination, ambition, and a strong sense of brotherhood are what make Jaebum a Slytherin to me, along with his sharp wit and even sharper tongue. Leader, in my opinion, is just a take no prisoners kind of guy (unless your name is either Jackson Wang or Choi Youngjae, wtf?!)

Silence is Golden - RAVENCLAW (but also maybe Gryffindor) - Why was Tuan so goddamn hard for me to house?! Honestly, I've struggled with him and Yugyeom the most, wtf? Due to Mark's incredibly playful and teasing side, a big part of me wanted to put him in Gryffindor, and I'm finding it a little difficult to explain why exactly it is I settled on Ravenclaw instead. Okay, so we all know Mark is a pretty quiet guy, right? And though I do think Mark is shy to an extent, I don't think that's why Mark doesn't talk often. I wish I could find it to reference it now, but anyway, I remember reading something once a while back, where someone asked him why he doesn't speak a lot, and Tuan basically said it's because he doesn't wanna be misunderstood and with so many people watching or listening, he's worried that will happen easily. Mark strikes me as someone who is quite wise and actually a deep thinker. I also think it's difficult for him to get a word in edge ways sometimes, and I think most of the time, Tuan is happy to either go with the flow of everyone else, or simply be on his own. Now, that right there is the main reason I haven't put Mark in Gryffindor. Gryff's are big peoples people, they like spending time with others, and many likely prefer it. As much as I believe Mark loves the guys, I also believe Mark likes time to himself and being away from them too. This isn't a bad thing at all, I think Mark just finds it all a bit much sometimes (or I could be completely wrong, wtf do I know?) but this doesn't strike me as Gryffindor trait. I dunno, I really can't decide with Mark, so overall, I'm gonna say Ravenclaw with Gryffindor tendencies ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Extreme Bluff - HUFFLEPUFF or GRYFFINDOR - I've gotta admit I find it quite hard to pick for Jackson too. A big part of me wants to say a Puff but than there are some traits of his that make me steer towards Gryff. The Hufflepuff in Jackson is optimistic in times of trial, caring and unafraid to show it, lives to express himself and expects others to do the same, loyal to a fault, open minded and accepting of all others. The Gryff in him is competitive to a fault, full of showmanship, wants to please everyone and prove himself to the world. With Jackson, what you see is what you get, he wears his heart on his sleeve and he isn't afraid to tell you how he feels. He can put his foot in his mouth sometimes, but with Wang the intention is always pure, no harm is ever truly meant. Jackson possesses all the upbeat positive traits of the Hufflepuff House, along with many of Gryffindors. All in all Jackson Wang is a great guy and his heart is made of pure gold. Also, I reckon Jackson is one of those students who would end up just telling the Shorting Hat exactly where he wanted to go anyway.

The Real JYP - SLYTHERIN - Okay, I did hesitate over Ravenclaw for a second, and then I was like, "really, Sea? Really?" Good lord above, we all adore him for it, but my god is this guy a catty bitch when he wants to be. Jinyoung is never afraid to put anyone in their place no matter who they are. I mean, how much do we bet that after his first two debut hairstyles, Jinyoung decided enough was enough and put a kibosh on that! I mean, come on, the dude has reclaimed his name from JYP. I'd say that's a very self assured, take what I want when I want it, I'm the boss of me, Slytherin attitude to have. Slytherins are not advocates of playing fair, nor do they run from confrontation. They're not gonna apologise for it either, and that just strikes me as so Jinyoung. With Jinyoung it's all playful, he just likes teasing his little brothers but when push comes to shove Jinyoung is all for his brotherhood, he'll just do it with a flare of sass to liven things up a bit. After all, screen time is very important to him, important enough to drench his teammate with a water gun, and ruin his hair in the process. (Can I just say now, I fucking love Jinyoung for that. Mark did not see that coming. Poor Tuan. But of course, he took it like a champ.)

Mini Bravado - HUFFLEPUFF - Honestly, how could I put this little muffin anywhere else? I think Youngjae is too pure for even Hufflepuff tbh, but it's the purest house in many ways in my opinion and it's probably the only one I can see Youngjae in. Youngjae is the literal embodiment of innocence, and sunshine, and honestly, him and Hobi are a blessing on this earth I could gush over all day! Youngjae has his sassy moments yes, but what Puff doesn't? Our otter also strikes me as being someone who likes the comfort of home, though that won't stop him from going on adventures. It's just home is where the heart is, and I think Youngjae's heart is with his family, Got7 and Ahgases. Honestly, I read on this Hogwarts House trait thing that Hufflepuffs are a lot like Hobbits, and I kind of really agree with that. They like food, family, home and peace, but the odd few don't mind throwing in a little adventure every now and then. At least that's the sort of Hufflepuff Hobbit I think Youngjae is. The work hard for what you want in life, always be loyal, and always be the best you that you can be Hufflepuff.

Kunpimook Bhuwakul - SLYTHERIN - Of all the members I can honestly say, BamBam was the easiest for me to house (then Jinyoung). Bam is a Slytherin to the core, and as much as I love him to my core, it ain't necessarily our best traits that Bam embodies. Now, if you know me, you know I see no problem with vanity, so when I say Bam is as vain as they come, please know I don't mean it as an insult. Bam just has a level of self confidence I think we all should aspire too, but sometimes it can come across a little arrogant, and that's when BamBam's inner Slytherin rears its styled within an inch to perfection head. Remember that interview they did with The Show during the If You Do era, and the interviewer asked BamBam to give examples of how well Bam can brag and one of the things Bam said when the guys were teasing him about how someone was paying for all the luxuries behind the scenes, was "no, I earned this myself!" Or something along those lines, and Jackson pointed out how Bam had just neglected to include Got7 in that and taken the credit himself? It was clearly a joke and they were only teasing him, but it's little things like that, that show BamBam as a Slytherin to me. He works hard, and he ain't afraid to get the credit he deserves, even if that means accidentally overlooking his teammates sometimes. I'd just like to stress, I do not mean any of this in a bad way whatsoever, not only am I a Slytherin myself, I also adore BamBam and I don't think Bam is ever doing anything with negative or horrible intentions. He just can't help being a little up his own ass sometimes, but I mean, can we really blame him? BamBam is amazing.

Giant Maknae - HUFFLEPUFF - I honestly think that out of all of them, Gyeom could've slipped easily into any of the houses. The main reason I would place him in Hufflepuff though, is because of how important Got7 is to Yugyeom. Whenever there's the first signs of conflict in their group, Gyeom immediately starts to panic about their future. That's what's most important to him, and though Puffs aren't afraid of conflict, they will throw their pride aside if it means protecting their family unit. This is something Yugyeom never hesitates to do. He might stand up for himself at first, but as soon as things turn sour for the family, Gyeom will take the blame and try to fix it. This is a huge Hufflepuff trait. They are also hardworking and loyal, which we all know Yugyeom is. You don't get that amazing at dancing without practicing your arse off day in and day out. Though Puffs aren't universally known for being big risk takers, they will play with chance every now and again, and I think both Yugyeom and Youngjae embody that characteristic well. Though I think that's only to an extent. For instance, and I don't mean this in a bad way, but I don't think either of them would've willingly put their names in the Goblet of Fire. Not to say their awesome arses wouldn't've been chosen if say, someone did, I just think that like Harry, they wouldn't've been happy about it.

♡

[goodieghosty]

Can't really read that when your blog is set to automatically redirect to the dashboard and use the sidebar version, which doesn't open readmores (or is that a blog-specific glitch I occasionally get?)

I’m on mobile and a buddy says the read more works, maybe right click and open in new window? Unless you’re not on desktop.

eh I’ll just paste it here, warning, it’s a lot and rlly rough lol. Also probably a glitch

——————–Nora’s eldest daughter-Theodosia-felt threatened when she(Fiona) was born so at the first opportunity she kidnapped her and locked her away in a tower. That was when Fiona was really young, she was lead to believe-by Theo-that the castle was under attack and that they had to hide away. And now she believes that the kingdom was destroyed, Nora was killed, and that there’s a bloodthirsty king and his bandits out for their royal blood.

She loves fairytales and would beg for Theo to bring her some from her trips out of the tower. Now she has her own personal library.

One day-when she grew old enough and her tail got fckin long as all hell-she managed to climb down the tower. She explored a little-and then climbed back up before Theo arrived. And Theo knew right away what she had done since she was covered in grass-and y'know, giant snake trails had p much flattened the grass all around the tower so.

And that’s where that pointy tail cuff comes into play. It’s digging into her scales and as she’s /still growing/ her tail’s starting to grow around the spikes. If she really, really wanted to she could try and pull it off-if she wanted to potentially lose a good portion of her tail.

She’s in a lotta pain and uses all kinds of numbing herbs and what not to /try/ and help.

Now she knows that her sister’s… off. She just can’t say anything or you know, she’ll probably lose her only source of food. Or end up dead.

The song “I know it’s today” from the Shrek Musical really suits her tbh.

(Lil sad snippet because I just thought of this and if I gotta feel bad so do you guys)

Fiona was almost saved once-well, that’s what /she/ thinks anyhow. So Theo hires people to keep the tower in order and deliver food to Fiona, and to also make sure no one tries anything like ‘saving’ Fiona. There’s at most two guards there at any given time. Theo is away a /lot/. She’s trying to build her own kingdom and that takes time and connections.

There are multiple levels to the tower and Fiona has access to the top three. The two above the third “bottom” level is like-imagine a shelf? Kinda open so she doesn’t have to worry about doors in her space, not a Lotta corners-i’m off topic.

Anyways-so one of the new men that was hired-this is important, so prior to being hired he and his w i f e were trying to have a child. Only she’s unable. So he goes to the village-idk what they’re called. The people that the rest of the village go to for advice and spells??? But they’re-a witchdoctor maybe??? Whatever-so he goes, and she says, “There is one sure way for you to ever sire a child, you must lay with a serpent.” “… Do you mean slay-” “No you ninny! Lay! You must lay with a serpent! And when she gives her heart to you will you be blessed with the gift of life.”

Where’s he supposed to find a serpent to nail?? He doesn’t know, so he goes to a tavern to drown his sorrows. That’s where he’s recruited by Theo.

Now the village and the tower is like, maybe a two week trip by carriage.

He gets there, Theo leaves. He gets curious and investigates the upper floors. Then he sees Fiona: a serpent lady.

What a lucky break

So he lays on the charm. And mind you Fiona is a shy gal, and she’s never interacted with anyone other than her sister(and she reads so many romance novels and fairytales) so after say, a month she tells him that she loves him, they bone-and then he’s gone.

He went back to the village and immediately boned his wife. He waited-and after like, a lotta love making and several months he finds the witch doctor and says “You lied to me.” “Me?! A liar?!” “I laid with a serpent and my wife remains barren.” “And what of the serpent? Hm-maybe you /were/ supposed to slay the serpent. This old mind of mine…”

So he goes b a c k to the tower in the night, says Theo told him to take over, and sneaks into Fiona’s room. And he’s got his dagger out, ready to kill himself a serpent, when she moves in her bed and it’s revealed that she has an egg with her.

He doesn’t kill her, instead when she wakes up-and she’s pissed ofc-he tells her that Theo wanted him elsewhere. And she’s gullible, and you know-first love and all that, she’s ready to have herself a little family with this guy.

And then the baby hatches a month later. It looks completely human-only it has gold eyes. He takes it back to the village while she’s asleep.

Fiona is distraught. Theodosia comes back, Fiona tells her what happened. “So you’ve learned your lesson? I’ve told you dear sister, you can’t trust anyone outside these walls. But you can trust me.”

Now some Nora stuff since I bet you’re all curious about what momma’s doing during this

Like, okay she was kidnapped during a castle raid and she was lit a damn baby and the dragon that took her got shot out of the sky and so-now she’s on the ground next to this dead guy. And Kinder heard the noise and went to investigate​ like a curious bitch. Like “oh there’s a dragon bab” “what do” and just took her in and raised her as his own, but when she’s around 11 he catches wind of a kingdom filled with dragons matching her desc and he’s just “heeeeeeyyyy…” and he goes and checks it out, then he comes back and brings Nora with him because “these are your people and your culture”.

But the entire kingdom and their mothers know that the Queen had a missing emerald and diamond​ baby that would be around Nora’s age and next thing Kinder knows he’s being dragged off to see the Queen and he’s confused??? And the Queen explains and like-he didn’t exactly have a choice and h a d to give Nora over n she’s confused and scared like? Who’s this woman? Fuck her.

And she doesn’t see Kinder until she’s an adult and is allowed to leave-and h e e e e e re’s where it gets dramatic.

To preface: the dragons in the kingdom are all covered in gems. The more rare and precious they are the higher on the power scale they are. The gems can be removed for whatever reason. But certain gems are tied to certain things, such as abilities. There was a rumor that if a dragon wore the gems of a deceased dragon they will become crazed and start to crave m o r e gems. Like drug addicts n shizz.

And the Queen had just lost a son, and she fastened a few of his gems into a necklace to wear.

And she got b a t s h i t crazy

Obsessed with power.

Crazy paranoid.

And jealous of anyone and everyone.

So she started putting new laws in place. Crazy laws. And soon more than a third of the kingdom was locked away. Oh but they started running out of room. So she’d have their gems taken, and if you have no gems you’re practically a powerless, obedient husk. She’d store alllll the gems away. Nora knew this, but she didn’t want to be next as the Queen had already started turning on her other siblings

And Nora was starting to gain popularity with the people. She had a mate at the time and they were going to be wed. So everyone was talking about a grand wedding and Nora becoming the new queen.

Queen(her names Vivienne btw i just don’t wanna type it alot lol)didn’t like this and seduced Nora’s mate, then killed him. Nora was livid-of course-and claimed that come morning everyone would know.

So Queen snuck into Nora’s room as she slept and tore the gems from her back. And ye Nora woke tf up and punched the woman and had to McFuckin flee. But with her back all fcked just summoning her wings and shifting was painful. So by the time she was out of the kingdom she was exhausted.

Idk wtf happens during this, besides boring training n shizz, boom, she comes back and kills her mother, reclaims her gems, and becomes Queen. But this would be years after she fled. And her gems became tainted, so she began to get a lil batshit as well.

Only she k n e w. And she was able to fight it, but it got so tiring and she was always erratic with her emotions that she just tore the tainted gems from her and waited.

Then there was a human guy and she had Theodosia, and she loved Theo so much and spoiled her. But Theo was a b i t c h. An evil lil cunt. So when Nora had her next daughter, Fiona, Theo-now 16 by human standards and worried for her position for the throne-took her and locked her away in an old tower surrounded by a magic barrier to keep her in.

And Nora didn’t know, she thought Fiona was dead and gone. But when she found out-a whopping two hundred years later, when Fiona would be a young adult-she locked Theo away and demanded to be told where Fiona was.

Theo escaped. Nora never found out where Fiona was. She sent out countless parties to search for her.

So in she lost a father, several siblings, a mate, a mother, and two daughters.

Now onto the son Fiona had with that guard. He’s not all that ordinary. He talks to snakes and has an knack for getting himself in and out of trouble. He parents love him very much-and his mother is concerned about where her husband says he found him “I found him floating down the river” he says. She doesn’t buy it, but she loves the child like he was her own. And for all little Kandro(to be changed, maybe) knows he /is/ her son.

He likes fairytales just as much as her mother, he particularly likes the one about the maiden with the long gold hair locked away in a tower. Now, this village isn’t all human. No, there are minotaur and satyrs and all in between. He feels drawn to them-but his father doesn’t want him anywhere near “the likes of them”.

He does it anyways. He’s a lovable lad, everyone’s friend. Always knows just what to say.

And then Nora’s search party makes it to the village. They have posters made from a description a seer gave them(“she looks like this and she’s in a tower” “what tower” “a tower in a forest” “which forest” “I can’t tell you that, I’m a seer, not a tour guide.”)-and his father is quick to turn pale. But then he hears of the reward for her safe return. And suddenly he’s a greedy Lil shit, goes right up to them and says “I know where she is”

Kandro sneaks into the carriage because “I want to see the princess”. Ah, there’s that adventurer in him. Course he’s found about half way there, but they can’t just turn him back on his own so they let him stay. His father’s upset about it, but hey it’s not like he remembers Fiona anyhow-only in a way he /does/. Kandro knows Fiona’s scent, he just k n o w s. Like-she’s imprinted in his mind.

When they get to the tower there are guards-and they’re dispatched p fckin quickly. And Kandro was told to stay at the carriage but he’s thirteen, he don’t listen. So he runs up the stairs and bursts into Fiona’s room and blurts out. “I’m here to rescue the princess!”

And she’s startled-but then she sees his eyes and she knows. He knows. And she pulls him up in a hug and it’s sappy.

Nora’s men come in as well and everyone has to c o n v i n c e her that it’s safe to go outside and that Nora’s kingdom is safe and strong. They also tell her the truth about Theo. Fiona almost isn’t surprised, “I guess a part of me always knew…”

The guards have to remove the chain-they try the cuff but it’s stuck too bad and they don’t have the supplies for it. So she has to travel like that. And she does not let go of Kandro’s hand, they sleep together during the night and when they reach the village and his mother comes Fiona tells her just what her husband did.

So the lady’s livid, there’s a lot of yelling. The husband’s ashamed. But Fiona-after hearing his side-is like “I understand how you felt, you were desperate, but that doesn’t give you the right to use me or lie to your own wife.”

Woman ends up at a loss-but she asks “where are you taking my son?” “I’m taking him home… do you want to come?” “I… yes, please.” “You can tell me all about him and his adventures on the way.”

So they ditch the husband there-after putting him in the stocks to be publicly shamed n what not.

The wife-I’m calling her Matilda-ends up being a very close friend and her and Fiona raise Kandro together.

“What kind of name is ‘Kandro’?” “Oh-Erwin picked it out. Always hated it. Never really fit… what would you have named him?” “Oh, please don’t laugh. I would have named him Charming.” *cue giggling* “I think that’s a much better fit! He’s always had a way with people!”

Kandro becomes ‘Charming’ and proudly says “I have /two/ mothers! Hah!”