#chatting with the rainbow twinks!

[triforce-of-mischief]

ur legend headcanons, hand em over (/nf ofc ^^)

we're doing a relationships list!

legend and wild: wild gets on legend's nerves faster than he would care to admit. he feels for the kid, almost to the point of stepping on eggshells around him, but sweet hylia his "no map no problem" attitude makes legend want to rip his hair out. legend isn't afraid to snark at wild's bad decisions, but he cares for him and wants to see him safe just like the rest.

legend and sky: legend tries really hard to respect sky as his senior, and isn't sure what to do when sky fluctuates between vulnerable and godkiller. sky is also good at offering nonjudgmental cuddles, even when legend is in a prickly mood.

legend and wind: unfortunately for legend, the big brother role doesn't exactly come naturally to him. also unfortunately for legend, he has no idea how to react when wind big brothers him. legend also has a lot of respect for wind, child hero to child hero. to balance things out, legend treats wind like an equal unless wind explicitly asks otherwise.

legend and time: legend is quite happy to relinquish the leader role to somebody who more looks the part. they usually let each other do their own thing until something goes wrong, then one will feel horribly guilty for not noticing sooner. legend is glad to be time's equal but sometimes he finds himself needing a dad figure, which time is surprised but grateful to provide.

legend and hyrule: legend definitely has a soft spot for hyrule. the kid can be softspoken but with a secret sass to rival even his predecessor. legend trusts hyrule to take care of him, and does his best to return the favor.

legend and four: legend and four get along very well, whether they're infodumping at each other or quietly reading books together. legend enjoys talking to four, who is emotionally intelligent enough to help the veteran sort out his feelings. the colors are very fond of legend as well, especially red.

legend and twilight: legend is a bit wary of twilight at first, but relaxes when he learns that twilight is a gentle giant in both forms (relatively speaking of course, legend just happens to be tiny compared to twilight and even wolfie). legend shies away from the rancher's attempts to big brother him, but enjoys his company as a friend. legend hopes to get to know twilight better, and spend some quality time that doesn't involve one party grievously injured.

legend and warriors: legend has a lot of respect and trust for warriors, as a brother and a leader. it took some work, with legend uneasy around the confident knight, but now they're practically inseparable. legend's constant quips aimed at the captain are a barely-disguised sign of the connection that not many of the others notice they have.

legend and malon: legend isn't used to having a motherly figure in his life, and malon fills an emptiness that he wasn't even aware of. malon is quick to earn legend's trust, and skilled at soothing his worries. legend is very impressed by her ability to practically run the farm by herself.

legend and ravio: after koholint, legend was convinced that he could never feel close to someone again. he was only partially right, as he found himself in a not-quite-romantic relationship with the bunny who stole his heart. legend's barriers have to broken, as he is working on believing that he and his partner can truly be safe and happy together.

[twink-between-worlds]

“you post all these wips but you barely post the finished product—” stupid joke posts we make get more notes than anything we write, dawg, i don't think i can make it any clearer that you gotta actually reblog works for fic writers to keep the motivation to post. because you put all your work into something and it gets 20 notes at the most, how are u as a writer supposed 2 feel

[taylor-titmouse]

Old Dog, New Trick by R/L Monroe @petitemortality is out! This one's for the big hairy bear lovers, the leather likers, the transmasc tops, and the fags. It's really good and sweet and all about falling in love with your own body again. You can check out the first three pages and a list of what it features on its shop page, and it's only $3!

but this means it's time once again for a process poooost~ you can read about how we designed the cover below!

THUMBNAILS!

this one might have been the most straightforward yet. lee essentially told me 'dad bod in a chest harness' and that is what he got. the two on the bottom left were me thinking he hadn't Literally meant that, somehow, and trying other things. even rereading the chat log i'm not sure how i came to that conclusion because he very clearly asked for a dad bod in a harness. (i also had not read the story yet, so i didn't have an impression of charlie. do not be fooled by my slinky little twink in the bottom middle. he is a big boy too)

the bottom right is when i was like 'no wait he definitely just said dad bod with harness' and had the thought of putting the author and title on the harness itself. we went with that one!

color passes, had to involve the rainbow somehow for pride. dom painting himself seemed the obvious choice for me, very dad at a football game. but lee was like "wait. put it in the background." and it Is the obvious choice. and then

what did he mean by this

honestly there wasn't much more to it from there, just workshopping where the 18+ should be on his body and how much space it should take up. this is probably the most straightforwardly representative cover i've done for him so far! oh my god there's lineart.

also please appreciate the itchio thumbnail. making the itchio thumbnails is actually the most fun part. you should look at lee's shop page and see how nice and clean those look all together. i wish i'd kept a consistent style guide when i started out with my own books ; ;

tits

[mygwenchan]

PARTY TIME :D

I still think Jump had the best outfit 😋

The other guests arrive as well and of course our little resident pervert has to be dramatic lol

The recent interview with Chat comes to mind in which he revealed that he took inspiration for First's character from the Jeffrey Dahmer case. Think of that what you want 😶

First's (ex)bae Soong shows up as well and get's his own treatment of "lil twink is threatening you with a knife".

If anyone can handle this feral boy, it's probably Soong 😌

And with that strange intermission out of the way, the party can finally start!

Random side note: I can't stop staring at those rainbow undies. They're quite mesmerizing XD

[shorkbrian]

OOOOO okok.... kirishima with a darling who’s his study partner by chance (college) and he just like,,, falls in love with them! but she have a boyfriend so :(((( but he decides the best idea is the take her by the hair and “lovingly” fuck his new little girlfriend, even though the cries pouring out her mouth are anything but... and he just. forces her to be his girlfriend and you’re just miserable babey

Bro bro bror bror b rorr bor rbro rbo

Prelude - He’s like a stereotypical jock, but is super kind and friendly and just a big HIMBO lololol.

Pairing - Kirishima X Reader

Prompt - At the top

Warnings -  NSFW, full non-con here folks. Kirishima doesn’t let reader tell him no. That is NOT cool y’all. Consent is always required.

Music -  https://youtu.be/2k5w6eTxGXk 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You’re good at most subjects but this one just really flies over your head. When you went to the teacher, she paired you up with the only other person in the class that seemed to be having trouble, Kirishima. The teacher figured that the two of you could work through the material together.

You didn’t mind. Kirishima seemed like a decent guy, even though he was very physically intimidating. He was on the football team, built like a literal brick wall, but his personality was sunshine and rainbows. The man always greeted you with the brightest smile when you showed up to study.

For the most part, the two of you struggled to get work done. Kirishima could do no more than three problems before getting frustrated or bored, and he’d start making funny faces at you, maybe kick your shins underneath the table to get you to pay attention to him. When you finally looked up to see him with his face contorted in the weirdest way possible, you’d burst out laughing. That’s how the two of you got kicked out the library for a month, had to meet at a coffeeshop to study.

Kirishima liked coffee so sweet that it made you sick, almost gagging after taking a sip of his drink when he offered. Likewise, Kirishima couldn’t stand your tea, said it tasted like “old lady water” and needed sugar. You learned a lot about each other, and eventually reached the point were you would consider the two of you to be friends.

You were friends. Until he decided you weren’t`

——

Today you two are in the library, both of you struggling over your worksheets. A tapping on your shoulder alerted you to the presence of your boyfriend, and you were promptly hopping to your feet, smiling and hugging your boyfriend. He wanted to come see you, spend his lunch break together, so you had told him to meet you in the library, where you and Kiri had rented a study room.

“Midoriya! Hi baby.”

With a kiss on the cheek, your boyfriend was b lushing, pulling out a chair at the table so he could sit down. “Hey, who’s this?”

He was gesturing to Kirishima, who was glaring at your boyfriend. That was odd. Usually the redhead had no problem meeting new people, maybe he was just grumpy because he was trying to study?

“Oh, this is my study buddy, Kiri. Kiri, this is my boyfriend, Midoriya!” Midoriya nodded at Kirishima, and Kiri gave a flick of his head in return, before hunching over to scribble furiously at his paper. Yeah, he was definitely irritated at having his studying interrupted. Unusual, but you figured you should be supportive of the redhead taking his studies seriously.

“Hey babe, let’s go eat out in the courtyard - I don’t wanna make Kiri uncomfortable.”

Your boyfriend nodded, getting up from the seat he had just plopped down in, before giving a sheepish wave to the as the two of you exited the room.

“I’ll be back, sorry!”

you whisper-yelled to Kirishima before the door swung shut.

There was small talk as you and your boyfriend made your way to the pretty courtyard of the college, filled with flowering trees and cozy benches for couples (like yourselves) to sit on.

It was peaceful, sitting there, chatting with your boyfriend while he shared his sandwich with you. He was working as an intern for a big engineering company, and you could tell he was happy about his work as he animatedly recounted what he had done so far that day, pausing every now and then to gulp down a bite of sandwich.

But as all good things must end, your boyfriend had to leave after his lunch break was up, checking the time on his watch and gasping as he realized he had spent way too much time talking to you.

He apologized profusely for his abrupt exit, giving you a brief, slightly messy press of his lips against yours before he gathered his bag, shoving the rest of his sandwich into his mouth. Midoriya waved, skipping backwards, making you chuckle when he tripped and almost fell.

You loved your boyfriend, thought of yourself as the luckiest girl for getting together with the kindest, sweetest man you had ever met.

——

Returning to the private study room, You were surprised to see Kirishima still hunched over his paper, still scratching out numbers. His grip was white-knuckled on the pencil.

“Uh, Kiri? You okay dude?”

“Yeah, it’s whatever, I’m fine.” He didn’t sound fine. The man sounded angry.

Figuring he just maybe needed some space, you shrugged “... I need to go get a book real quick. Need anything?”

“No.”  Was his short reply.

Kirishima was normally a bubbly, friendly person. Why was he so irritated all of a sudden? Did this have something to do with your boyfriend interrupting the study session? 

You pondered over this as you walked through the shelves, partly glad that you weren’t having to dodge other students. You and Kiri usually choose times that the library was relatively empty, just in case the redhead made you choke in laughter again. 

Finding the aisle your book should be in, you meandered slowly to the end, scanning the shelves. Ah! There it was, on one of the higher shelves - but luckily you could still reach if you went on your tippy-toes.

A  big hand slipped around your waist, and suddenly you felt cool air on your backside, as if someone had flipped up the edge of your skirt. You tried to whirl around, smack whichever dumb idiot thought it’d be funny to feel you up, but you were pushed up against the bookshelf before you had the chance, shelf almost rattling with the force.

“Hey—!” Another hand clamped over your mouth, smothering your rather loud protest. The giant hand covered more than half of your face, and you couldn’t help but gasp. Was this really happening? Were you really about to get groped by some meathead senior?

“I’m really disappointed (Y/N).”

Wait.

“I thought what we had was special, thought that I was the only one you looked at like that. That hurts.”

Kirishima?

The hand on your waist dipped lower, and yup - he had flipped your skirt up, was running his hand the top of your panties, feeling the fabric between his fingers. You struggled - tried to kick back, headbutt him, twist out of his grip - but the man was too big. He slipped a finger underneath the elastic waistband of your panties, pulled it back, let it go so it could snap against your skin; make you flinch.

“Newsflash (Y/N), your ‘boyfriend’ doesn’t actually love you. You could do so much better than a little Twink like him. You need a real man, someone who can take care of you and give you what you need, give you anything you want.” What was he talking about? The hand at your mouth was clamping your jaw shut, putting so much pressure against the lower half of your face that you couldn’t even open your mouth, just let out angry whines.  When his other hand traveled around to the front of your body, dancing over the flesh of your hip,  you wiggled, trying to put up a fight. It was useless.

Kirishima shoved his hand down your panties, groaning lowly into your ear when his fingers grazed the tuft of curls above your pussy, before dipping further down to stroke gently over your folds. You shivered, angry whines giving way to distressed whimpers, wanting to yell, scream for the librarian that you knew was at their desk. 

You were hanging on his arm, trying to pull his giant hand away from your face, but there was no point. The man spent hours in the gym, building up his muscles to make him better at football, and it coincidentally made him better at holding you against his body while he slipped a finger into your now-wet cunt.

The side of his thumb was flicking at your clit, his middle finger slowly dragging across your walls. You held back a groan when it thrusted in deeper, passing by your g-spot on the way in. Kirishima noticed.

“Did you get tired of waiting for me to make a move? So needy for a cock to fill you up that you ran and got a boyfriend?” What? You shook your head no, but his fingers clenched down tighter over your face, and you froze in pain.  “I was gonna be so romantic for you, get a bunch of flowers and one of those big stuffed bears. Ask you to be my girlfriend.  But you just couldn’t wait, could you? Had to go and ruin everything.”

His voice was low, his breath tickling your ear and making you shiver as he whispered, practically growling. You had never seem him irritated, let alone angry. You were scared. Another finger slipped into your pussy, and you keened, scrabbling at his arm at the sudden stretch. Kiri snickered.

“Gonna have to take a few more to get you ready for me babe, I’m not a little stick like your stupid excuse for a ’boyfriend’.”

Tears sprang to your eyes. You loved Midoriya, had ever since you met him. He was shy and nervous, but he was also sweet. Midoriya would never treat you like this, would always ask if you wanted to make each other feel good, ask before he so much as looked at you. Kirishima was a brute.

Another finger entered you, and while the stretch stung, you also felt pleasantly full. His thumb was still moving over your clit, and with a muffled wail your hips twitched in the air, grinding down on his thumb as you suddenly came.

Kirishima didn’t stop. He huffed out a quiet laugh, gave your a wet kiss against your neck. “See? Knew you were meant for me. I love you baby, gonna make you feel so good.”

Blinking, you were trying to come down from the height of your pleasure, flinching away from Kiri as his fingers slipped out of you. Oh god, you didn’t want him to keep going. Muffled cries left your lips, desperately trying to get Kirishima to stop, slow down, please wait, but the man was determined. Your panties were pulled to the side, and something big nudged against your entrance. 

“Sorry baby-“ Kiri grunted, beginning to inch his way inside your tight pussy. “You’re just so sexy ’n pretty, can’t hold myself back.”

The mushroom head of his cock popped past your opening, and you squealed in pain. You were wailing behind his hand, and the man could feel the tears dripping onto his fingers as he held your mouth shut, could feel your lips moving as you cried “Stop, stop! Hurts, oh god Kiri it hurts.“

“Shit, baby I’m sorry, ‘m sorry.”  Without moving, you heard the sound of him spitting, and then felt his hand bump against where he was connected to you. He had spit in his palm, and was the rest of his girthy cock with the slickness, practically jerking himself off into your cunt. You cried harder.

“Shh, shhh it’s okay. I’m gonna take care of you. You’ll get to cum again, don’t worry. Bet your shrimpy little bitchboy never had you cumming twice, did he?” His voice turned sour at the end of his sentence, filled with venom at the mere mention of your boyfriend. 

Kirishima moaned, wet hand coming to rest on your hip as he slowly, slowly began inching forward, forcing his cock into your body. It still hurt, but not as much as it had at first - the slide easier with the addition of the man’s spit. It felt like he was pushing himself in forever, his cock could’ve been in your throat by the time his balls pressed flush against you

. He was bottomed out, and you were gasping, struggling to suck in air around your sobs and his giant hand. The redhead stilled, allowing the two of you to adjust to the sensation. While he waited, Kiri brought his hand up to your hair, sweeping it away from your neck so he could kiss the tender flesh their, hair still in his fist.

“You’re so good for me, look at you takin’ all of my cock. Fuck, fuck - you feel so warm.” He whined between kisses, pulling your hair to tilt your head back as he kissed towards the front of your neck. You shivered as the pain zinged through your scalp, sharp and prickly.

The man pressed up behind you had waited long enough. With no warning, he drew back his hips - cock sliding out of you. He was so /big/.  You wished he had prepared you more, at least then you wouldn’t be sore as he pressed back into you, setting up a rhythm of slow, long thrusts.

He was pulling your head back by your hair, making your head rest against his shoulder against your will, your hands still clutching desperately at his arm. Shoved against the bookshelf like this wasn’t very comfortable, but neither was getting your pussy wrecked by a man twice your size. 

Gradually, Kiri’s pace increased, your pussy working to lubricate itself and making each rapid thrust end with a squelching sound and the slap of his plump balls against the top of your clit.  Truthfully, Midoriya had never fucked you this good, but you were fine with the young man’s sexual ability. He would finish inside you, then lick out his cum until you were squirming and writhing on his tongue, and then Midoriya suck at your clit, shove his fingers into you and fuck you fast until you squirted, leaving the both of you in bliss.

Kirishima had carnal desire, sucking dark marks into the column of your throat, accidentally tugging your hair on each thrust, making you climb further onto your tiptoes to try and alleviate the pressure. He was getting rougher, throaty moans being punched out of him on each thrust - the man tried to quiet himself down by burying his face into the crook of your neck, biting down onto your skin. It just made you sob harder, the pain and pleasure mixing and sending you hurtling towards another orgasm.

And then he slammed into you so hard that your feet lifted off the ground, your body held up by his hand in your hair and the cock filling your pussy. A wail escaped you, his hand silencing it, and you came, twitching in the big man’s hold. 

“Oh, fuck, oh my god baby you’re so amazing oh my god, oh my god-“ Your toes brushed against the ground again. Kirishima was slouching his back so he could pummel into your smaller form even harder, babbling into your shoulder as his hips stuttered when he reached his own orgasm.

You sobbed as you felt his warmth filling your insides. 

Kirishima stayed there, leaning his head against your shoulder while he sucked in air, breathing raggedly. On every sob, you could feel his length inside you, and you were so disgusted.

His breathing evened out. Your sobbing quieted down into measly sniffles. Kiri let go of your hair, scratching at your scalp to alleviate the stinging sensation that he knew he must’ve caused by pulling on the strands.

“I’m gonna take my hand off your mouth now, can you be quiet for me?” You nodded, and the brushing grip was released from your face. 

You stayed silent, hand coming up to massage at your jaw where his big fingers had dug into the tender flesh.

“Good. Wanna go back to my dorm to clean up?”

Shaking your head, you barely choking out a panicked “N-no!”, almost forgetting to be quiet in your haste to respond.  Kirishima sighed behind you, pressing his chest against your back as he did so.

“Baby, I said I was gonna take care of you. I wanna take care of you. We’re going back to my dorm.”

He slowly slipped out of you, wincing as the air hit his dick.  With his length leaving you empty, Kiri smoothed your panties back into pale, then wiped his cock on the underside of your skirt before tucking it back into his pants. You wished you hadn’t chosen a skirt that morning when you were getting dressed.

Without another word, Kiri gently turned you around to face him, his eyes filled with a warmth that they always seemed to hold whenever the two of you locked eyes during a study session. His big arms encircled you, pulling you into his broad chest as he squeezed, the hug surprisingly gentle, almost calming. It would have been an amazing hug, if only the man hadn’t raped you beforehand.

  A jacket was being wrapped around  the bottom half of your legs, Kiri securing it so that you wouldn’t flash anyone when he picked you up in his arms, carrying you bridal-style. You rubbed at your eyes, trying to scrub away the tears as your ex-friend carried you towards the library exit, smiling down at you fondly.

“I love you, you know that? I’m gonna take such good care of you baby.” You ignored him.

“And don’t worry about your old boyfriend, I’m going to talk to him and break the news that you aren’t interested in him anymore. You’ve got something much better now.”

[anexlarrieblog]

Hi, thanks for having a place to share ex-larrie stories, it's a relief really. I'm ashamed to say I didn't fully un-larrie until after Freddie was born, I even kind of believed the "doll" theory for a while. Honestly I think I started to see that Louis wasn't the "uwu little gay Twink" that Larries fetishized him as, and as a queer person I was grossed out that they used stereotypes about gay men as "evidence" - the way he held his hands, etc. I was initially offended at how he reacted to it being implied he was gay - "bullshit tweet" and stuff - but in retrospect I don't blame him for being frustrated even if he was a bit immature in lashing out at the time. Even now, I still follow Louis and Harry and I see how Harry embraces the rainbows and his queer fans and it makes me happy. whether he himself is queer or not doesn't matter so much to me, and I respect him not wanting to publicly define himself with a label atm. But with Louis, I get so uncomfortable with them trying to make him the same way. Tricking him into picking up their rainbow flags so they can say he's "proud" or signaling to them or w/e. It's like they're trying to force him into being queer, which obviously isn't a think you can do. (not saying he's not an ally, he may be and I don't personally think he's super homophobic or anything but he clearly doesn't want to wave their rainbow flags and that's fine). I have a hard time being a fan of Louis now because of the larries, and that makes me sad. Sorry for rambling, I never really talked to anyone about my ex-larrie feelings :)

Hi anon, I love hearing peoples un-larrying experiences so thanks for sharing. I agree the way that Larries project harmful gay stereotypes on to Louis make me feel so so icky. And the way they constantly try to get him to sniff a pride flag is so uncomfortable to watch. I don’t think he’s homophobic the Larries have put him in such an awkward position. There are Louis fans who aren’t rads or Larries. It is hard to find your place in the fandom when you un-Larrie it’s a really weird experience. Come chat to me off anon anytime 😘

[everstarcatcher]

Angel Hunter Elliot has joined the battle!

I was joking with chat how Elliot could be in the celestial mutualism universe as this vigilante angel hunter. The leech angels wouldn’t be freaking expecting him.

Imagine you’re an angel going out to eat a human snack then a rainbow robot twink strolls up to you and pops a cap in your ass. Nobody expects the rainbow twink. The fact that Elliot is a soulless machine would also mean that the angels can’t just rip out his energy. They got to fight him human style. Get their hands dirty. XDD

Elliot is proud of his killing outfit and bedazzled guns. One’s gotta kill with style~

[graylinesspam]

My Harley keener headcanons

Harley is not a twink but he isn't really a beefy cowboy either.

He's the kind of southern gay that has a soft face and rough hands.

Wiry but also on the gangly side

His hair is just a tad coarse but very fluffy with darker Carmel curls on the underside and frizzy lemon-yellow, sun-bleached locks on top.

He's insecure about his masculinity. Preferring peach tones to blues and always worried he's got "the gay face"

Worried that he'll come off as too feminine but also wanting to be flamboyant.

But his eyes are incredibly soft. Big and round and bright blue.

In the summer they get just a little green

He loves programming and working with software as much as he loves building.

But he's also hella dyslexic so he has to be slow and meticulous when going over numbers.

He likes to cook but mostly just breakfast stuff. Biscuits, cinnamon rolls, waffles, pancakes, eggs and sausage, fried potatoes.

But he can chicken fry to.

Sometimes him and abbey will bake lemon squares or pies

He worked part time at an auto show before moving to New York.

So one of the first things him and don't do is tune-up one of the new cars he just bought.

Contrary to popular belief country accents aren't as thick as they used to be because of societal exposure. But there are a few phrases he can't drop that sound pretty hick

Also anytime he spends five minutes on the phone with his mom he comes back talking very southern.

He once spit tea all over the table while out for lunch with Tony because it was unsweet.

He chugs his respect women juice and after a couple of weeks around the tower him and pepper have established a very close companionship that mostly consists of morning chats, mutual complaining and making Tony nervous

Tony starts him off as a lab assistant while he's in college for his first degree.

He doesn't want to go to mit but Tony hasn't given up trying to talk him into it.

"Tony I belong in New York. I don't want to move anywhere else."

He gets really excited about being able to wear pride colors around the city.

To the point that his phone case, wallet, hat, lanyard, and backpack all feature rainbows in some form

Tony talks him into accepting a car but only if they fix it up together. The one Harley finds is almost decrepit and they have to nearly build it from the ground up.

He also keeps his trusty red pick up in malibu because "the hills Tony, that's what trucks are built for"

He's also kind of an ass and likes to prank people. He and clint are a dangerous team.

He has iron man charms on his backpack that he painted blue so they'd look like the rescue armor and Tony might have been mad but it's Pep so he really can't complain.

This is honestly getting too long but I have a lot more

[cerolinda]

So, I just finished my test

Highlights:

The white cat that greeted me at the door.

The twink who gave me cinnamon chewing gum.

The 5 extremely beautiful girls that were in my room.

My gay cousin, who got kicked out of his house for being gay and somehow was sorted in the same room as me, pointed at my rainbow shirt and gave me a thumbs up.

The girl behind me who was crying because her snacks looked like dog food.

The very friendly couple that chatted with me for half an hour outside the place.

Lowlights:

The way the straight men were dressed.

My test was numbered 4, which means I'll definitely fail.

In one of the questions of the test, a guy named Bruno died. 😔

[adahlenan]

some binch tagged me

Age: 21

Birthplace: British Columbia

Current time: 11.39pm

Drink you last had: Half my body weight in milk.

Easiest person to talk to: My... dog.................

Favorite song: Don’t even ask me that u fOOL i do nothing but listen to music. rn im rly into Blue by The Neighborhood ,Strawberries and Cigarettes by worlds most powerful twink, Troye Sivan

Grossest memory: blocked and deleted

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff and honestly I’m p chill w that

In love: ya w every dog ever

Jealous of people: Not really? Idk maybe I’m just sayin that but.

Love at first sight or should I walk by you again: o u know i fall hard n fast, rip my gay ass

Middle name: Janke

Number of siblings: 1 younger brother

One wish: I wanna be happy

Person you called last: I can’t remember the last time I used a phone tbh

Question you are always asked: I don’t wanna

Reasons to smile: Dogs, a lotta animals tbh, being able to sleep at night, logging on to chat w friends

Song you sang last: Take Care - Eden

Time you woke up: u h m. 11am

Underwear color: like 5 colours of the rainbow n greyscales

Worst habit: existing

X-rays: Not that I can remember tbh??

Your favorite food: c a r b s. I love pasta, and I really love curry udon

Zodiac sign: Gemini binch

[triforce-of-mischief]

hi out of nowhere i know but i am curious. what are your main headcanons about legend? like, the ones that are most prominent 💞

he's autistic as all get out. he likes the routine of dungeons and he knows how adventures go by now. his clothes may clash horribly but he's spent years creating an outfit that's perfect sensory-wise. those who are closest to him understand his way of communicating. he likes to fidget with his rings. he's extremely distressed when he loses items, which is why he takes the title of hoarder.

his ears are really sensitive. since he hates having his hair touched, his favorite form of physical comfort/intimacy is when ravio scratches behind his ears. they're also really expressive, twitching and flicking back at every little thing.

he's ace and really confused about it. he was younger when he met marin, but he truly loved her. she was his first kiss, and it's a sweet memory. he loves ravio, too, but the thought of romance is too painful now. they're qpp's and are intimate in their own way. legend doesn't know why he fantasizes about marin, but is squicked out by the thought of doing anything too much with ravio. is he jaded, is his love for ravio not as sincere, are his boundaries with boys and girls different? he's afraid to think about it and afraid to talk about it, especially with ravio.

a life on the road wasn't his choice. he's spent so long avoiding his own hometown that he's lost all emotional ties to his house. it's not a home, just a dumping ground for his stuff. ravio is gently trying to change this.

freebie: he's trypanophobic (i have an entire fic series about this so i'll save the ramble).

[twink-between-worlds]

WORST thing to happen to a character is them getting skinnier to signify they're happier.

like. FUCK no dont do that shit. that shit (usually, almost always) implies that only skinny people get to be happy??? which is astronmically fucked up and wrong.

everyone is deserving of happiness no matter their weight and it makes me very upset when creators decide that skinny = happy / fat = unhappy

[rainbowbriteco]

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[phanfictioncatalogue]

Groupchat Materlist

Links Last Checked: March 24th, 2022

Group Chat (ao3) - IrwinsDrumstick

I Like Soup and Sex, Soups Better Tho (ao3) - Lil_bit_gross

Summary: Somewhere in the deep dark realms of kik, theres a Dumb shit posting nooby group chat containing a posh fuckboi, a British twink, an American douche, a Latino bitch, a Canadian motherbird, a blue haird geek, an aestheticly pleasing brit, and a Swedish meme. So why not add an Irish cutie?when did this become the kik au that no one asked for?¿

Kanye Fuckers (ao3) - snailthesaints

Summary:  Daddy Shrek added AmazingPhil, sleep lord, frnkiero, spooky jim, tj and kanye west.

My Missing Puzzle Piece (ao3) - crankybossiplier

Summary: People meet other people through mutual friends and the Gayest Group Chat Ever (TM). Everyone makes new friends and it's all sunshine and rainbows......most of the time.

Nudes, please? ✄ Phan (wattpad) - CatsHaveFeelings

Summary: Dank memes and sexual themes

The Chatroom (wattpad) - MorganHaskins0

Summary: Phil Lester is an internet addict. After he chats with his friend Tyler for awhile, Tyler adds him to an online gay group chat. Phil finds interest in one guy in particular; Dan Howell. Phil agrees to meet Dan in person and it’s all Love Eyes Lester from there.

Text Me Back (wattpad) - touristlester

Summary: where dan and phil are close-knit internet friends separated by a screen.

We're All Gay (and Emo) So Why Not Start A Group Chat? (ao3) - nobutigotcheezewhiz

Summary: That one group chat fic where the author's like "that one group chat fic no one asked for" that no on asked for. You can try and figure out that sentence but I wouldn't if I were you.

youtube trash group chats ft troye sivan (oops) (ao3) - sivants_frantants

Summary:  this is a really trash group chat book that over a 1000000 people have probably done i generally write one shots on wattpad but why not give this a try ok ily

[andyangus]

Saturday 30th January

3.30 a.m. (The latest I’ve been up in years!) I sat in Starbucks as nervous as a prostitute at confession while attempting to sip my caramel macchiato as indifferently as I could. The place was bustling with tourists who seem to have been unaffected by the global downturn as they continually dripped coins into the ravenous till. Ryan was half an hour late (traditional), so I managed to work my way from an uncomfortable wooden chair to a nice, soft and fluffy couch as people vacated. I sank into the well-ridden cushion with smug satisfaction and admired the view. Edinburgh Castle hadn’t lost her beauty.

I was feeling the effects of the caffeine and becoming quite sentimental when Ryan swept in with the energy of an excited teen. His long, hairy, green and brown overcoat swept open from the speed of his entrance. He recognised me immediately and waved, beaming a Hollywood smile that would outshine any showgirl. Sadly, Tony (a.k.a. ‘Biffo’, the derogatory name given to him justifiably by harsh queens on the scene) was in tow. I stopped slouching and tensed up my stomach in a vain attempt to engage my rarely used abs.

Ryan’s hardly changed. He has no grey flecks, unlike me, and seems to have been living in Tupperware for the past decade as there’s not a crease on any part of his well-presented façade. I’d go so far as to say he looks youthful. You’d hope, after losing a boyfriend, the stress of it all would mean you’d instantly burn all that unnecessary fat, but no, my body screams for comfort food, slowly topping up the levels like a barrel attached to a drainpipe.

Ryan yelped in excitement and hugged me like a long-lost brother. ‘Andy, you look amazing!’ he said and then paused expectantly for a compliment in return.

I shushed him bashfully and said, ‘No way, but you do.’

‘I know I do,’ said my confident friend.

I neglected to compliment Tony as I just can’t lie convincingly. He’s spray-tanned so much he’s on the verge of becoming a fat satsuma. However, as we were throwing hugs around, I was obligated to give him one too, but as half-hearted as I could possibly make it (hugging Biffo is akin to embracing a turd in a wig).

I immediately wanted to trade that hug for a slap the second Tony pulled back, gawped at my face and cried, ‘Goodness, life has been rough on you, my dear. Haven’t you collected a lot of wrinkles!’ and laughed as shrill as a mad banshee.

I countermanded by saying, ‘Wrinkles? No, they’re the trademark Angus laughter lines.’

Whereupon Tony sniggered and threw another verbal grenade, ‘Well, what a family of comedians you must be.’

Cue fixed grin and stunned silence on my part.

I visualised dropkicking him through that bay window until his mangled body was tangled in the castle’s craggy rocks, but I knew this wouldn’t be a great start to rekindling a relationship I’d let slide a long time ago. Even if one of the reasons I’d let it slip was still very much the monkey on Ryan’s back. A monkey that will be backbreaking to carry as Tony has gained several pounds and is struggling to fit into his Fat Face jeans. His thinning brown hair, jug-ears, snooty nose and jutting incisors certainly fit his insulting nickname Biffo the Bear. And his lips ... I don’t remember them being that big. Collagen injections, by the look of it.

‘Moving on,’ I said. ‘Coffee?’

‘Oh, not here, cupcake. I can’t abide coffee beans that have been raped by a multimillion tax-dodging company,’ said Ryan. ‘I hope nobody saw us come in, Tony. Well, nobody that counts. We know a delightful independent place on Broughton Street that you’ll adore. Cosy and they do the best tasting Americano this side of the country. I hope no one sees us leave, either.’ He turned to a busy server filling a large tray with sloppy cups and sticky plates and asked, ‘Is there a fire escape we can use?’

‘The owner can be a bit of a cow, though,’ interrupted Tony, tartly.

I was sold. Anyone who’s a cow to Tony is a friend of mine. A bit of a walk, but I figured my potbelly and bashed ego needed a stroll. ‘Let’s go then,’ I insisted.

‘Oh, hang on,’ said Ryan, whipping out his mobile. ‘A quick celebratory selfie. Stand over there away from the branding. I won’t be tagging our location.’ The boys struck a well-rehearsed pose as he snapped the picture before I’d the chance to focus. I was gawping, my eyes half shut and I noticed a coffee drip on my shirt. It was online quicker than the time it takes to drink one shot of espresso. We left via the fire exit.

******

Café Jamaica, a slither of a place that you’d miss if you weren’t looking for it, is green and black on the shop front with swirly yellow flower power style lettering above the door. Cavernous inside, it gets more extensive the deeper you delve, opening out to an ample space at the rear. On the far wall, beyond a decorative fireplace, sits an intimate stage flanked with purple felt curtains. An eclectic mix of local art hangs on the walls, from picturesque scenes of Edinburgh to the abstract brushstrokes of an aggressive mind. Rainbow coloured paper lanterns hang from the ceiling, softly lighting the chilled ambience, enhanced by grand ornate mirrors dotted around the area. The whole café has a feel of homely, lived-in chaos. Not a single table or chair match in colour or style. Nag champa snaked lethargically through the space and Nina Simone’s voice echoed from somewhere deep within the shadows. It felt reassuringly geek-friendly.

As I squished comfortably into a sofa, a tall, slender, middle-aged black woman with a tower of thickly piled hair emerged from the back of the café and made her way towards us as she flirtatiously dipped into the depths of her ample bosom to remove a small notepad and pen from its clutches. Her hourglass figure was tightly caressed by a green dress that groped her in all the right places and caused her breasts to spill forward like two large, shiny chestnuts. She oozed sexual confidence. Phenomenal. If it weren’t for her sincere smile and gentle Jamaican accent, I would’ve felt intimidated.

‘Ryan, you old hound. So good to see you, what can I get you?’ she grinned. ‘And I see you’ve brought a handsome young man with you,’ she said, nodding to me and ignoring Tony. I warmed to her more.

‘This is my good friend from the West, Andy,’ said Ryan, which melted my heart instantaneously as it became apparent all those years I’d neglected our friendship seemed to bother him not one jot.

‘Andy?’ She smiled wider, ‘Andy, who?’

‘Andy Angus,’ I added, hand stretched to shake hers.

‘Oh, Andy,’ she muttered as her eyes glinted in the lamplight and gazed deep into mine. Well-manicured scarlet nails flickered as she cupped my hand in both of hers and shook it intensely, ‘It’s so good to meet such a fine, handsome, mature man.’ She raised her head proudly and announced, ‘I’m Miss Molasses Brown, queen of this fabulous establishment, where all friends, freaks and lost souls are welcome to linger.’ It felt as if I’d known her for years, such was her warmth.

‘Drinks!’ she shouted, ‘Mojitos on the house, for my dear friends. Back in three shakes.’

‘We should take you out more often,’ said Tony, glaring at Molasses as she wiggled away, ‘the old hag has never given us so much as a free after-dinner mint.’

‘Oh! Selfie!’ said Ryan, mobile at the ready.

Goggle-eyed, I said, ‘Really? But we’ve only just taken one twenty min …’

Snap and post!

We sampled delicious home-cooked recipes that blew my mind, several non-alcoholic cocktails and Molasses’s very own Rum Truffle Cake. A sober evening for me, but a most enjoyable one. We talked about their wedding, and I brushed over my defunct relationship with Thomas briefly. I imagine Tony was keen to perform a detailed autopsy, but I preoccupied the evening with them. Ryan is a window dresser for Jenners and Tony works in a G.P. surgery as a receptionist. They still live at their old flat on Leith Street, but now, instead of renting, they own it. I got most of this information from a very animated Tony. Ryan was hardly given room to breathe, so I was relieved when an early start pulled Tony out of the door around midnight. Even if I had to witness repeated, heavy petting for the next ten minutes until Ryan loosened his leash and the door shut on his saggy arse.

I could relax for the first time all evening. With Biffo gone, we were free to chat over old times, when I lived just a stone’s throw away from Ryan on London Road. Life seemed more relaxed and less complicated. I had more of the pink pound in my pocket, and the scene was new, exciting and risky. He talked about some of the older queens still doing the rounds, the ones who’d since moved on (or worse, died), and the colourful new characters he’s met since I left.

Then he asked, ‘Do you ever think of Steve?’

My heart suddenly ached. I shared the flat on London Road with Steve. He was older than us, experienced, wealthy, butch and bitchy, cheeky and damn handsome. He’d say, ‘When you hit forty, boys, there is a certain clientele that finds you fascinating. Twinks don’t turn my head, but I seem to turn theirs, and if the chap is on the right side of his twenties, then I’m willing to entertain the notion for nothing more than a night. Anything more than that is some form of relationship, and that is definitely not my china cup of tea. What would I want with a twink, anyway? They haven’t lived. They use moisturiser, for fuck’s sake, bathe in aftershave and have no idea how to fix a stop-cock. I just want a real man to rodger and take the bin bag out in the morning, is that asking for the world?’ Riotous laughter would follow, and others would turn their heads towards our usual corner of the bar. We must’ve looked like witches around a cauldron, but we were having a blast.

How could Ryan dare to bring him up? Steve was taboo. Our gang fell to pieces after he died – forty-four and cold on a slab looking a shadow of his former self. His good looks eaten away. Such a jovial, glorious mind ruined by something that could’ve been, should’ve been, treated sooner.

I hesitated some and said, ‘I think of him every day. I still blame myself; after all these years, I still do. I knew he wasn’t right. Six weeks later, he was gone. No more Friday night drinks that turned into Saturday morning breakfasts. Gone was that shameless smile, those playful moves on the dance floor and that gorgeous set of blue eyes that excused him no matter how bitchy he became.’

Ryan nodded, ‘He could charm the Crown Jewels off the Queen.’

That rock that we had clung to was now far away in the middle of a foreboding sea that could never be crossed. At least, not in this lifetime. This marked the beginning of our separation. We met through Steve, and we only knew how to function around Steve. So we clung to new rocks as quickly as we could and lost sight of each other behind the solidity of what we’d found. His funeral came fast and left us with little time to think. And before we knew it, we were toasting the man and, with a tear in our eyes and dregs in our glasses, it was time to move on. And boy, move on we did. Swiftly. Ryan to Tony, and me to Thomas. But even tonight, after all that water has flown under all those bridges, the events leading up to why we lost touch hurt.

‘Not your fault,’ consoled Ryan with a hand clasping mine. ‘Hell, I would’ve told him to shut up with his moaning, but then, I’ve never had much patience with the sick.’

‘I remember,’ I jibed. ‘When I snapped a tendon falling off the stage at Vibe, you quickly asked me to leave as I was embarrassing you. I limped towards the exit, and you continued to dance as if nothing was wrong.’

‘Oh, dear. Did I? I’m sorry about that. I must’ve been on something.’

I laughed. ‘You were on everything back then!’

Ryan chuckled, ‘Yes, I suppose you’re right. I don’t nowadays. Too old to deal with the comedowns. And who wants to have the teeth of a medieval pauper? I miss him,’ he said with his smile gone and his eyes glistening, ‘and I miss you too.’

It felt so good to be wanted again. Wanted by him. I squeezed his hand tight and told him what I should’ve told him a long time ago, ‘I miss you too. I’ve always missed you.’ It was good to feel as if someone cared once again. I didn’t want to lose that moment. God, I really have missed him. How could I have been so stupid?

‘Are the two of you hypnotised or something?’ came a familiar Jamaican accent. ‘Anyone would think you kids were in love.’

This snapped us out of our bubble.

‘Don’t be daft,’ I spluttered between breathy laughs.

As the doors to Café Jamaica were locked behind us, we wandered along the cobbles reflecting the streetlights’ pale yellow glow. Arriving at my car, we said a reluctant farewell. Ryan hugged me tightly. It was great to be close to his beating heart once more.

‘It’s fabulous to have you back in my life, my friend,’ were his parting words.

As I drove along Gorgie Road, I realised I’d finally found an old piece of me that has been forgotten, buried beneath the chaff of domesticity for far too long. Maybe, just maybe, it is possible to go back in time and start over.

The twenty-five-year-old Andy inside me had woken. He yawned and blinked at the moon as it hung large and low before me on the drive to Mum and Dad’s. I could see the silhouette of Edinburgh’s skyline in my rearview mirror, and even though I was heading in the opposite direction, Ryan, Steve and my twenty-five-year-old self were travelling alongside me and having a whale of a time.

4.35 p.m. It’s Dad’s retirement do tonight, and I’m feeling more than a little tired from my late night.

[triforce-of-mischief]

2 + 7 ?

2 (What fanfic do you wish you got more response on?): hmm most of my tbp fics tbh, but i really love all my teeth. wonderfully mean and fun <3

7 (What’s a trope you love to write?): characters getting validated and comforted for their fear, that's the good stuff right there :')