#neither of these is going to match any of my clothes and they're probably not going to fit me very well but whatever!!

[sparrowsfallingfromthesky]

[dullgecko]

I’ve been thinking more about goblin culture after my latest ask and what major differences a horde would have when interacting with spyre culture, so here they are;

Nudity is definitely not a major taboo in goblin culture and neither are female breasts, like no one’s going to just strut around naked but it can can hot in the caves during summer so if either gender just decides to go shirtless and just wear some short pants no one’s going to bat an eye.

Or if certain injuries or tasks mean wearing clothes is just going to get in the way then of course the simplest solution is just going to take of whatever article of clothing is needed.

Also set meal times would probably also be a weird concept to goblins, like goblins eat when they’re either hungry or food is available.

And while yes grabbing a small snack and sitting with others on occasion is done for the most part food is consumed as quickly as possible so you can carry on with other stuff. The idea of everyone sitting down THREE times a day all at an agreed time by everyone to slowly consume food is just bizarre to them.

Physical contact and body language is almost as much as a part of goblin language as verbal is so when talking to non goblins I imagine goblins having to constantly remind themselves not to punctuate whatever their saying with an a quick hug/grapple or soft bite and that the variation of different ear poses mean little to them etc. xx

Goblins, as a species, are more on the 'critter' end of the spectrum when it comes to their physiology. They look superficially humanoid but they're not /human/ (human encompassing any species that can cross breed and create viable young without weird magic schenanigans ie orc, human, elves etc). There's no reason why they would have the same biological set-up as those species. External genitals would be a detriment when you're scrambling through tight tunnels so they're evolved to keep them 'tucked away' until it's time to party so to speak. It's not even that weird of a set up (dragonborn are the same but they're reptillian) but it's surprising because goblins look like they're just small green humanoids and theyre mammals.

At first glance it means that males and females are basically identical when nude (females only developing breasts while pregnant or rearing young) so why would wandering around naked even be an issue. Everyone looks the same theres nothing to hide. Clothes are more for comfort or personal style than anything else. Plus, even if you're born one way you can easily get one of your hordes clerics to swap you to the other sex. Most goblins go through a phase where they switch back and forth until they usually settle on their favorite around puberty.

Changing your physical sex can alter things like the stripes along your back or tail and face markings (stripes will darken on males and get wider with irregular edges for camoflage) but thats as far as they get with sexual dimorphism, most races dont look hard enough to clock that it may have changed and its usually hidden under clothing so if one of the goblins they're aquainted with suddenly changed sex they wouldnt know unless told. Face shape is more of a genetic thing than a sexuality thing and goblin kids might take after one parent more than the other but it has nothing to do with whether they're male or female.

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Riz grew up in Elmville so he's used to the people around him needing to eat at specific times because thats just what these people do. He initially tried to match his mealtimes with them but he ended up making himself ill from eating too much when he's not hungry (it would be similar to a human eating a huge breakfast, then an equally huge brunch, THEN an equally huge lunch all within the span of a couple hours).

He finds it easier to just put off eating for as long as possible even if he's absoloutly starving JUST so he can sit and share food with his friends. It made his coffee habit worse though because he'll sometimes skip a meal even if he's ravenous so he can eat with his friends later; having more coffee than usual because its something that temporarily fills his stomach and supresses his appetite.

Once his party find out they gently let him know that they wont be offended if he doesnt /actually/ eat a whole meal with them. Its mostly about the act of sitting and sharing something together, so Riz will often just have a drink or a small snack to chew on inbetween his large meal days.

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Be careful when speaking common young goblin. The tall-men races will start a fight over the silliest things. Imagine attacking someone because they told a joke (teeth bared and ears alert with amusement) or getting hurt because you let them know you love them (a bite on the forearm not even hard enough to draw much blood). Make sure you are also careful when showing your emotions, because being upset or anxious will often make them believe you are priming to attack even though you politely expressed your desire to be left alone.

[imagionationstation]

I would LOVE to hear more about your gender swapped Donnie! (It’s one of my favorite tropes!) I can just imagine her with her mask tails tied back in a big bow so they don’t get in the way while she’s working.

Also, I know you write a lot of de-aged Donnie, have you considered her bros reaction if she was turned into a baby? Would it actually be any different than for normal Donnie?

Thank you! I would LOVE to rant about her!

She WOULD though! Thank you so much for that character inspiration because that is absolutely perfect canon now. Her reasoning is that she wants to keep her mask tails out of the way when she's working with delicate or difficult experiments, but she also just likes having them up in a bow. She often forgets when they're tied like that and Mikey uses it as an excuse to play with them.

Braids don't really work with the minuscule fabric, but neither turtle is particularly worried about it. I can see Donnie propped on the couch working on her laptop and Mikey sitting cross-legged behind her, single-handedly discovering every single way to tie a bow/knot as he watches whatever show is on the tv.

Literally, baby Dee has been on my mind way too often as this AU has been taking shape. GAH. Precious creature. 💜

Hmmm... I think it depends?

If we're talking a Lone Rat And Cubs baby...

Male turtles are very territorial over their females. We add that in with the human male instinct to protect small humans/females. Plus the fact that their sister has gone from a brash teen to a tiny, confused, vulnerable child with a shell that can fit in the palm of their hand-

The first reaction would obviously be panic.

If the change happens in public, big bro instincts are cranked all the way up. White eyes, small huddle, hissing, not letting any being outside the turtle social circle close (sorry Master Splinter). Mikey doesn't know what this new emotion is, but he's about to punch everyone in the near vicinity if they so much as look at her wrong. They'll come around eventually, but only once they find a moment to escape into solitude and actually process what happened to Donnie.

If it happens in private, they're going to be more concerned about the fact that, yk, she a baby. After a completely normal freak-out, there's a lot of nuzzles and cooing and debating if other people should be involved in the fact that she tiny. It's more likely that they'll come around quickly in this instance, but there will be lots of hovering.

There will probably be lots of hovering in any instance.

I like to be silly with the idea that Leo would be overprotective, but I deem each brother an unreasonable, defensive mess.

Other than that...

I think I wouldn't change very much about baby care.

They'd care for Dona in the same way that they'd care for Don. A lot of trying to keep her grabby hands away from explode-y things or large objects so she doesn't die before they can turn her into a teen again. They have to be careful when putting her down because she will take off when they blink and suddenly end up under a bed or splashing in one of the pools around the lair.

The most untrustworthy of bebe turtles.

She also has a bad habit of sticking things in her mouth. Anything. Everything. Doesn't matter if it's humanly possible to fit or not. She will experiment and she will find out for herself.

No one knows how she gets her hands on half the things that she does. She was born in the ways of the ninja snatch.

(I like to imagine that Donnie was downright awful at keeping anything that she ever wore clean. She was consistently staining every outfit that was ever put on her to the point that Splinter stopped trying. It's not like she would be any less modest than her brothers. They had their shells and he left it at that.)

None of them grew up with clothes, so the brothers don't quite understand why April deems it necessary to drag out her old stuff and try to match outfits for the lil' turtle, paired with an absurd number of headbands/bows. She claims that they're only to help keep her warm, but they can't help but notice that she's weirdly invested. And if Karai's around at the time, they're even more baffled that she's all in on the dress-up, with far more 'superior' clothing, usually black or grayed with gothic imagery.

And Donnie's so small that even with the shell, they manage to find adorable, comfortable things that can fit her.

The brothers are left scratching their heads at them being so insistent at using her like a doll. Yeah, sure, she's cute, but she's also cute without them so what's the big deal...?

The girls get snippy when the brothers question it, so they quickly back off. As a baby, Dona has no opinion, content to let it happen.

All of them end up getting pictures.

(Not entirely for blackmail purposes 💜)

[siblingskissing]

Elmax headcanons?

Elmax Headcanons

- they're so skater x roller skater coded

-bur actually I like to think Max teaches El how to skate but El prefers roller skates/rollerblades and they hold hands while they ride together because they love the feeling of wind in their faces-

-if they had lived in Cali at the same time- Max would've killed for El

-(imagining an au where Max never left California and so when the Byers moved their she meets El and defends her)

-Theyre such a dorky clothes sharing couple I'm sorry-

-Max pulling up to a function in a dress and everyone's joking until El comes in with a baseball T-shirt, shorts and a backwards baseball cap that everyone knows is Max's

-they typically love spending the day just being lazy but if they're planning any activities they like to go walking around or shopping. They honestly just enjoy the time out with each other.

-When they shop they always try on clothes together- especially the more expensive stuff neither could afford. It's fun pretending to be different people.

-They both are very rebellious in my mind. They def shoplift together.

-with powers or no powers, that five finger discount is being used and abused by them.

-If El kept in contact with Kali and her group, she would have them meet Max

-Cue a punk Max makeover

-Obviously it's be less glam but you see my vision right-

-Also they'd totally get tattoos together

-maybe they're doing it to help El heal, maybe it's teenage rebellion, but Max is holding El's hand the whole time as they get matching designs.

-they'd probably get piercings too-

-i just imagine that they enjoy the idea of changing with someone they feel safe around. Like "A part of me is going to be different but you're there with me," type shit.

-They love swimming dates during the summer months. Eleven is a water baby and Max loves to indulge her

- they would both wear something like this, thoughax brings and extra shirt because she burns like no ones business-

-Which reminds me: tans perfectly gf x burns easily gf

-Headcanon that Max is Scottish and El has some sort of Italian/Spanish in her that caused these phenomenon

-Chucks x Doc Martin gfs

(guess who's who)

-They definitely write notes to each other in class

-Joyce loves Max and Hopper is okay with her as long as she respects him, which she does to a degree

-Max mostly worries about impressing El's siblings even though she knows them already. It feels more assuring if they enjoy her. Of course the boys accept her and treat her like a younger/ older sister (Max being older than Will makes sense for some reason)

-With that- I think Max is also older than El, obviously not by much but I think if El had been in a normal situation she might have been a grade below the others, maybe that's just me

- Max and El are the salty and sweet gfs, except El prefers the salty and Max the sweet. Everyone gets it wrong

-with that, El drinks black coffee while Max has a little coffee with her sugar.

-El definitely confesses to her first and that's the day max realized she liked girls

-I head canon Max as Bisexual and El as some form of queer- I don't think she would really care about labels, or probably wouldn't like having one. She likes who she likes and no one matters outside of that

Sorry this took so long to come out! Life is being crazy so I'm trying to get as much done as possible while still producing content! I will say that I'm planning a few fics to post on my new AO3 so keep an eye out for links

[electricea]

SHIPPING INFO. Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What’s your OTP for your muse(s)?

I don't really have any OTP for him but I do have a bias for any ship that involves a fellow Phantom Thief since I do think there's already a strong foundation for trust and friendship there and to me, the progression to a romantic relationship would feel more natural.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

I'd say most anything - like I've even said in my rules that I'm willing to do fade to blacks or to state or infer our muses have a sexual relationship (provided they would both be adults in said relationship) - I really only draw the line at writing sex/sexual acts or smut. I don't wish to write any of that and I'm not comfortable with it. Also, any sort of toxic or problematic relationship where it's abusive - physically, verbally, emotionally or otherwise - or in which one party is grooming the other or ignoring the other muse's boundaries or consent.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

For his main verse in which he's a teenager, I'd say I draw the line at shipping with eighteen, maybe nineteen year old muses - won't go any older than that if Ryuji is going to remain sixteen or seventeen. As for any alternate verses where he's aged up - that would honestly depend on the nature of the ship itself and how big the age gap is - but broadly, I'd say as long as they're both consenting adults, I don't see any issues - but with that being said, I probably wouldn't exactly be keen on shipping a freshly eighteen year old Ryuji with a thirty year old, for example.

Are you selective when shipping?

I don't really feel that I am - I look for chemistry first and foremost and I go from there - generally if someone expresses shipping to me or offers up a muse they'd like to ship with Ryuji then in nine out of ten instances, I'd say I'm pretty inclined to say yes - so long as the relationship isn't inappropriate or doesn't involve an adult being shipped with a teenager - also I guess what I try to keep an eye out and really look for is how that muse treats Ryuji - because if they're rude to him and don't really treat him all that well, then I would expect that to change - I'm not doing a ship where he continues to be treated like dirt.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

Any removal of clothes or touching is where I'd consider it NSFW, personally.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

You don't have to explicitly ask - but bear in mind I'm not a mind reader so engagement on things like shipping calls, sending shippy memes does generally help because I am truly oblivious and have no clue when another mun is also interested in shipping - and to be fair, I do my part as well - I try to make shipping calls and show interest in shipping with others, so it's not just a one way street.

How often do you like to ship?

I kind of feel like I haven't shipped all that often lately - or at least, not many new ships - but I'd like to change that. Shipping's always quite fun.

Are you multiship?

Yep! Sorry, but shipping is just way too much fun to restrict it to only muse and plus I think part of the fun in being multi ship is that it allows you to explore a wide array of ships with all sorts of different muses and I try to treat each ship as its own individual, separate thing - so there's no cheating, no two-timing going on. There are no favourite ships, just a ton of really awesome ones with some amazing muns that I treasure equally.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

Uh, is there a neither option for this question? I like talking ships but I'm not ship obsessed - I don't do the Spotify playlists and moodboards, the matching promos or drabbles, etc - but I do enjoy and appreciate them - and it's not as though I'm indifferent to or annoyed by ships. I just like them and I like sharing headcanons whenever one pops into my head.

What is your favourite ship in your current fandom?

I don't really have a favourite ship - that's part of the fun of Persona, yeah? Gotta ship 'em all! (So long as we're excluding the Joker ships with the actual adult women lmao.)

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Uhh, send me shippy memes, like my shipping call, just come running into my dm's, say you want to ship? Just say it outright honestly - I'm not great at picking up on clues or hints, so yeah I might need to hear it actually confirmed by the other mun that they do in fact want to ship, but once I know, I'm happy to get the ball rolling.

Tagged by: @gamenu (Thank you!)

Tagging: Whoever would like to give this a go!

[charmixpower]

i’ve been missing rivusa content lately, do you have any headcanons?

Ah yes, my beloveds. I most certainly do

How about some Domestic Rivusa!

Post s3~4. Winx are famous as the new company of light and for protecting the dimension, and everyone is slowly settling down into a new normal after the roller coaster that we're their teen years

Riven isn't clingy or super touchy, right up until it's six in the morning and Musa is trying to get up earlier than him. Then it's all "nooo babe, I wanna cuddleeeeee" and repeated failed attempts convince her to stay there. Once she leaves, he grumbles and gets up because theres no point staying in bed now

This is 100% Musa's fault because she refuses to not get in Riven's arms when they fall asleep together. Riven has learned how nice it is to hold her and he will not let go now

Who ever is cooking will 9 times out of 10 be hugged from behind and leaned on by the other one, despite the fact that they are cooking. There is much pretend annoyance, and breakfast being made with a cuddly half asleep partner making the process harder than it needs to be

Their house definitely has some type of home studio, with a couch of course. Half of the time when Musa is mixing or editing Riven will wander in, sit on the couch, and scroll on his phone. Keeping her company without interrupting her. When she's recording he almost always comes in to listen

Riven probably has a room where he puts all his exercise equipment, and Musa does the same thing of chilling in the same room as him when he's working out

Musa has finally gotten free range of Riven's entire closet and Riven knows that he will never get his clothes to himself ever again. She looks cute in his clothes so it doesn't matter

I imagine Riven's chest scar from Darkar that he died getting probably has some nerve damage, and a little chronic pain. Usually manageable, but bad days happen. Bad days are usually spent cuddling up on the couch watching shitty horror movies

If it's really bad Musa will use her magic to soothe his pain away while singing to him

Can you imagine these two in a home decor shop??? Neither of them give all that much of a fuck about having a fancy or pretty living space, so neither of them have an idea of what they're doing or want to do. It's a mess, someone please help them

One of them buys a pillow the other one hates and this sparks pillow fights. All is fair in love and war

Since Riven, the little gossip, is on social media wayyy more often than Musa, and primarily posts about Musa because she likes being a public figure and he hates it, Musa jokingly makes him her social media manager. That's in his bio now. He's not removing it, even if she does hire a real one. He was here first

From what I understand about touring, it's a bit like going on the worlds most stressful road trip while also having the time of your life singing for fans. So I'm imagining Riven going on tour with Musa, mainly as the driver because touring in the magical dimension means planet hopping and Musa probably doesn't have a license for interstellar travel. While being annoyed at all the time driving, the weird fans, and the constant moving, getting to see Musa truly in her element preforming was an experience and he vows to go on every tour after this just to see how happy she looks

Plus he really really likes her performance outfits. Musa always let's Stella go crazy with them, within Musa's personal style, and they're amazing

Musa really appreciates the support, because touring was really stressful. She especially appreciates the fact that Riven seemingly has not gotten sick of hearing her sing the same song 20 times and always matches her excited energy when she comes off stage

Afterwards they got to sleep at their shared home for like a month doing jack shit, except sleeping and ordering take out. Oops all cuddles

[emeritus-fuckers]

hello i was wondering if i could participate in the match up event?

I am afab and nb, I use any pronouns :) I'm cool with being any gender or being with any gender neither matters much to me

I lov the ghouls and their silly little shenanigans :)

I'm pretty feminine looking, I'm 5'1 and I'm built like a comic book male superhero like broad chest and shoulders but a straight line from the ribs down like a upside down dorito w legs

I'm asian so my eyes and hair are dark, my hair's like a shoulder-length wolf cut ish thing... idk I just hack at it. sometimes I wear glasses, but sometimes I just feel like being blind. When I get dressed I pretend like im dressing up in a fun little costume so my day is more whimsical and silly my go-to is like sailor uranus prince-type girl crush but a wizard or a wizard who is going on an epic expedition to recover lost artifacts but no matter the outfit the key is that I look like I'm secretly a merlin-style cartoonishly evil wizard. So i guess maybe like goth grunge academia something something pinterest buzzword Oh and I have major rbf, and it makes ppl scared of me

I'm an introverted person and I tend to be very logical but. I think different from a lot of ppl apparently. I've been described, to paraphrase, as "sort of ominous and mysterious but actually funny", "uncanny and unsettling in a good way", and "awkward and weird but its endearing" which just sound like insults. I like to live in my head and make silly stories and things to play with. Like every tumblr user I've got fucked up mental health and bad parents so I am kind of like one of those freaky ass chihuahuas that is always scared and shakes and bites people and has digestive issues. I tend to be hard to read or sort of deadpan so I like fucking w people since they can't tell if I'm joking bc i love mischeif and japes. I want to be a silly not-quite-supervillain like Dr doofinshmirtz or like a trickster archetype sort yk

I was a pretty intense synchronized swimmer for like 9 years I competed at like opens and nationals and all that when I was in school but my university doesn't have :( I'm on the rowing team now but I would rather do synchro esp since being my main thing was being flexible and it has no advantages in rowing lmaooo I've been a huge vocaloid fan since elementary school so I've been around in that community for a while (I am so well-adjusted). I like to make vocal synth covers and draw, especially when I'm able to work with producers to provide art for their vids it's so cool hehehehhe I mostly listen to vocaloid music but I like a lot of metal stuff as well that's how I found out abt gonst. I also like 2 play video gamez, I'm so fucking bad at them but I think it's rly funny so I just spend hours giggling and watching myself get mauled over and over.

I love horror a lot but I'm less a slasher girlie and more of a supernatural psychological tormet girlie esp if its got mythology or religions shit involved. Im majoring in history bc all good history ppl like silly metal and I wrote this instead of my abstract that's due in like an hour bc I have no idea what to do for the topic 🥲🥲

- the fuckin wizard

This post is part of the 1000 followers match up event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your match is... Zephyr

They like listening to you talk about your major and interests. He's a very good listener.

While they might not be the best swimmer, they enjoy the activity and if you want to show off, they'll absolutely let you and be super proud.

He doesn't mind how unique your style is. He probably wouldn't really try to match clothes with you, but they'd try their best to buy you stuff you'd enjoy.

Since he doesn't really walk much, they picked up drawing and started doing it with you. They're surprisingly good at it for someone who just randomly said "I'm bored, maybe I should start drawing".

Also, horror movie date nights! They're also much more of a psychological horror person, but his favorite is of course the paranormal (he finds it hilarious) so you two take turns picking the movies.

Video game dates included, too. He's got a PS3 and the first three Uncharted games, as well as some others. Their favorite is Uncharted 3.

He'll insist you wear your glasses. He knows the consequences of ignoring his health. It's not fun.

~

Written by Nosferatu with the help of the wonderful and of @ask-zephyr-ghoul (ilysm pookie).

[finiansghost]

Two hours ago Fran's thoughts about the wrestling were broadly positive: it's lighter-hearted, half showing off, half telling a story, Kerry has fun, and at least they're not beating the shit out of each other for real. She'd never admit it, but she doesn't like watching her get hurt, either. She just hides it better than Kerry's father does. An hour ago someone else's unprofessional bullshit blew up in everyone's faces, the backstage manager hissed 'get out there and fill the time, I don't care how' - and Kerry and Jenaro looked at each other, nodded, and walked out to improvise the falling-out they've been joking about for months.

They filled the time alright; ripping verbal and physical shreds out of each other for a live audience that couldn't quite work out who to root for and a performatively horrified commentary team. They probably weren't pulling the physical blows as much as they should've. Definitely weren't pulling the verbal ones. Flying start to a Mac-January feud - and neither of them were remotely ready for it.

They've been clinging to each other like little children since about thirty seconds after 'security' hauled them out of the public eye through separate doors. Incoherent apologetic mumbles.

Fran shoos everyone else away, says, "five minutes," when someone offers to fetch a first-aider; carefully doesn't say, "I told you so," as the door closes. Does say, "I'm not fishing out broken glass with eyebrow tweezers, dickhead."

Jenaro nods, concedes. Kerry's gin-drunk - because of course that had to be was what was in the bottle Jenaro threw at her, she necked half of like it was water and then broke it over his head. He's sober, and meek with it, and that's convenient but it's not reassuring. They're a state. Blood, sweat, spilled gin, glass-shards and general grime, and snotty tears because neither of them cry prettily and not all of those tears were character work. Fran's learned. Everything she's wearing is machine-washable dark colours, and she has a change of clothes in her holdall.

"Where do we go from here?" Jenaro starts the question. They both finish it, eerie unison.

"That," Fran says firmly, before they can spiral any further, "is a question for another day. For now, you're going to let their first-aider check you over and get the glass out from under your skin before it heals up, and I'm going to go pour my girlfriend in the shower. Alright?"

Matching nods. The sooner they come down enough to stop doing that, the better.

[blackleopardgirl]

They're getting tired of them already-

 11/23/23

They’re honestly getting tired of them on Tik Tok. This is an interaction that I don’t see often, however, I knew was going to play out this way because, given history and how many Latinos are treated in the states, how can it not? So I watched this tik tok video last night of two white women wearing matching outfits- one in all white, the other in all black. The title was, “Lets see if my Alb@nian friend can pass the Latin vibe” Most people obviously believed that one of these women were a Latina, the famous song, by Elvis Crespo comes on, ‘Suavemente’ a merengue song by the Puerto Rican artist. Merengue is a Dominican genre of music that fuses Tropical, dance hall, and fast tempo beats with the usual Caribbean Latino instruments and themes. It is not the same genre as, Bachata, another but more famous Dominican genre of music. The girls used a Merengue song and started Bachata by themselves (which was odd because there were two of them? Which leads me to believe that they probably can’t dance real bachata besides the 4 step basics alone.) the girls weren’t exactly dancing on the beat because Bachata of course is not the same as Merengue, and thus, to an experienced eye, it looked odd. Obviously this didn’t look different to any of the Alb@nians, as they commented not knowing what the big deal was sentences such as, “we are the Latinos of Europe” and “Of course we do, we can dance to any genre of music” which of course isn’t true, and it’s perhaps why we don’t see many Alb@nians dancing to any other genre of music unless they’ve had training first. This is because their own style of music is incredibly simple and is European folk dancing. It isn’t complex like most Latin, African, or Caribbean dances. 

  The Latinos in the comments were quick to tell her she and her friend danced the wrong genre of music and that neither one of them is a Latina so they aren’t sure why she’s even “trying to see if she can pass the test” like you can’t even pass the test, you used the wrong song for bachata. They also dispelled that foolishness that Alb@nians are the Latinos of Europe. What does that even mean? Being a Latino is more than stereotypes and it’s obvious from that tik tok. 

Lastly, I believe that it highlights a bit of an issue I see with Alb@nians again, which is their need and want to be another ethnicity so badly, that they don’t just dabble in, and have appreciation for another culture, that they must call themselves another ethnicity to gain some cool points. It’s cringe of course as an American watching this, especially since as another Latino pointed out, why is it that they never want to engage in their own culture on social media? Even they get tired of doing their own dances and wearing their own traditional clothes. Obviously, this is because they want to do what’s deemed as cool, and their conservative culture and clothing makes it so they can’t really show it off on social media in a way that’s seen as that. 

  Why else do their own artists have phases where they want to be ‘island gyals’ and pretend to be from Medellin? (That’s a city in Colombia for those that may not know) It’s because it’s what’s seen as cool, they want to imitate the style of music, dance, clothing, and say all the ‘cool’ words that they hear other people say. It’s truly an honor to inspire so many people, especially since they aren’t the only ones who do it. They’re just one example of people who do. (Honestly, a lot of the balkans do this, the woman from 90 day fiancé who’s from Serbia comes to mind.) 

[anemodaycare]

hi!! may i please have a saiki k matchup? with a caregiver and playmate (i'm sorry if i can't request both! english isn't my first language - if i can only pick one, caregiver, please). i'm a nonverbal little, regressing to about 3-4 years old. i understand english as a little, but i prefer to be spoken to in japanese, as it's easier for me to understand. my favorite activities are coloring, listening to music (instrumentals especially), watching shows (normally japanese little kids' shows), and i really enjoy being read to. i like soft things and muted/dark colors. bright colors and loud noise hurt my eyes and ears since i have sensory issues and am autistic. i use he/they pronouns, and if i'm comfortable with people, if i'm little, i'll often hug them. i really like sushi and boba! i have social anxiety and sensitivities so i don't usually enjoy going to crowded places regardless of whether i'm little or not, but a quiet park or calm walk is something i usually enjoy. i tend to wear really soft and oversized hoodies when i'm little, and i don't like rough or coarse fabrics. thank you! i'm sorry if i missed anything, and i'm so sorry about my english. thank you again ^^

Hello!! I'm so sorry for the delay, I hope that you enjoy your matchup! (Also your English is fine!! Don't apologize for it, you're wonderful :)) )

I think your caregiver and playmate would be..

Saiki Kusuo!

Nonverbal little meets nonverbal caregiver (/hj)

Seeing as he's agreed to be your caregiver, there's a strong chance that you are aware of his abilities

(or at least big you is, he went over it once he knew he'd be taking care of you)

Call him whatever you want, with all the nicknames he has he'll answer to whatever

He's probably the best for a nonverbal regressor, thanks to being able to read minds and such

It's not a problem to speak to you in Japanese! He prefers it himself

He completely agrees with you on the bright colors and loud noises

For different reasons, of course

He doesn't see the need for them, but he understands your sensory issues 100%

When you're regressed with him, he'll leave the lights dim and make sure that any of his loud friends or family won't be around

They're overwhelming, he knows that first hand

He'll watch TV with you, even if he already knows what happens

Just,, please no Cyber Sodaman, he can't do that again

He'll let you touch him all you want-

You've probably made some people jealous with that

If you're interested, you'll be allowed to taste some of his coffee jelly

"Are you sure you want to try it? It's bitter... See, I told you."

He probably won't call you any nicknames, it's just not his thing

In a way, he's thankful you don't like going to crowded places

Neither does he, this is wonderful!

He's able to take you wherever you want, just think the words and you'll be teleported there

Usually it is a quiet park, but it's still nice !!

He'll go on runs to get you sushi or boba, most of the time it's both plus a little coffee jelly for him

He'll offer to take you, if you don't want to go he'll teleport in and out

You'll end your days cuddling together !! You both need it, touched starved (/t)

As for your playmate, I think they'd be..

Aiura Mikoto!

She can be. Very overwhelming at first

Especially as she is still very verbal when regressed (think around 3-5)

And you may be thinking, why were you two matched up?

Easy peasy! You're both very introverted when regressed, enjoy the same things, etc!

She hates going out when regressed

And her power just gets,, less controlled when little so she can have some nasty episodes of paranoia

It's best that you two can do something calming together (watching shows, coloring, really whatever you'd like)

She's so happy to share clothing with you, on a side note

She has a plethora of oversized things, please please please choose whatever you'd like from her wardrobe

They're all so soft too !!

There's only a few that have muted colors

Sometimes she'll want to do more active things

Though it's mostly just dress up

"Heyheyheyhey blink twice if you wanna play dress up!! We can do a fathion thow (fashion show) !!"

If you don't wanna play, it's alright!

She'll put on the best show you've ever seen and that alone is plenty entertainment for both of you

If she's feeling a little more adventurous, she'll take you out with her to go get boba

(that's only if she has a clear prediction that nothing bad will happen)

She'll order for both of you!! Just let her know what you want

She's more of a big sister or cousin figure

Lots of fun on good days!!

She's probably not a frequent playmate, but it can be super duper fun if you two get together!!

[gay-otlc]

Alien

Sophie talks to Dex about gender. Xe/xem Dex, no pronouns Sophie. Content warning for cursing, transphobia (just mentioned), and dysphoria.

@everblaeze-and-balefire

Dex had come to Sophie's house to do homework. Neither was actually doing homework, opting instead to lie at the floor and stare at the ceiling, like they would do when they just talked shit and worry about normal, teenager things. Not the Neverseen. Not rebellion. Not war.

It was kind of nice to do this again.

"I came out to my grandparents as genderfluid," Dex said finally. Xe didn't look at Sophie, and Sophie didn't look at xem, instead opting to focus on the paper stars that decorated the ceiling. Maybe it would be easier if Sophie was somewhere with the stars, somewhere out in space. Maybe then Sophie would stop feeling so alien.

"How did it go?"

Dex fell silent for a while, and Sophie glanced over at xem, concerned. "Not great," xe said finally.

Fuck. "I'm sorry."

"They're not exactly thrilled about our family's reputation, you know? First my dad being talentless, the bad match, then the triplets, then... me. One final disappointment, I guess."

Sophie had never met xyr grandparents, but definitely wanted to go give them a sucker punch. "You're not a disappointment."

"Thanks."

A long pause. Sophie tried to collect all the thought scattered around, form them into something comprehensible. A question danced on the tip of Sophie's tongue, wanting to burst out. And at the same time, begging to disappear forever. Finally, "How did you know you were genderfluid?"

"I don't... I don't really know. It was just the only thing that ever made sense, you know? I was always confused and nothing else made sense. Why?"

"I..." Were tongues supposed to feel like sandpaper? Was anxiety supposed to squeeze at Sophie, cold creeping in? Sophie drifted off into a whisper. "I'm not so sure I'm a girl."

Sophie didn't really know what to expect. But xe just nodded and said, "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Am I supposed to bestow queer elder wisdom upon you? Cause I don't really think I'm the best elf for that. Um... gender is pretty damn hard, you don't need to find the answer right away. Or ever. Um. Shit. I don't know how to talk to people. Um. If you want to, like, talk about gender shit? I'm here?"

With a nod, Sophie continued not making eye contact. It was easier, somehow, to pretend it wasn't a real person hearing this. Just a shout into the void. "I hate clothes that are, like, tight. And show off my body. I hate my boobs. And I love my parents, I do, but I kind of flinch when someone calls me a daughter. Or a girl. Please don't tell my parents, though, I'm not really ready to..."

"I'm not gonna out you, Sophie, obviously. Do you have any idea what you are? It's okay if you don't, I'm just wondering."

Sophie paused. "Not a boy, I'm pretty sure about that. I'm somewhere in between, but I don't really know where I fall, exactly."

"Nonbinary is pretty vague. You could just use that, if you don't feel like specifying exactly where you are."

"I don't know. Maybe. I guess nonbinary works, but what if I find a better word later on?"

Dex was probably rolling xyr eyes. "Then change it, Sophie. There's no punishment for getting it wrong the first time."

"Then I think I'm nonbinary."

Xe chuckled softly and nudged Sophie. "Hi, nonbinary, I'm Dex."

"Fuck you!"

"I love you too." Another laugh. What a bitch. "Do you know what you want to do, pronouns wise?"

Sophie shook her- his- their- what the fuck?- head. "No, not yet."

"Okay. That's cool, feel free to experiment around and I'll give you pronoun checks."

Looking back up at the paper stars, Sophie thought, maybe Sophie wasn't quite so alone in this weird, kind of fucked up universe. Not quite so alien. "You're the best, Dex."

"Damn right I am."

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

If you would like prompt ideas for "moving forward" (For whenever you're in the mood to write for them again, doesn't have to be anytime soon.) - Alec finally meets Libby, and possibly also Bill's kids, for the first time. It's... weird. - Alec sat through Bill's football game, now it's his turn to show Bill what he likes to do. - Nerves are at peak the night before the wedding.

I'm still not sure if I'm ready to write for Libby yet, and I... have no idea what Hardy likes to do, haha. He's so weirdly closed off, the nerd.

But I can write that last one! :D

By the way, I've completely given up on figuring out what the timeline is for this au, I... don't remember all the points in time for these two, haha. Gonna have to go back and read through things to fix stuff up because now I want their wedding to be a year and a half after they met.

On with the fic!

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Tomorrow was the big day. Hardy never expected he'd have to do this again, especially when he was younger and more optimistic. God, that man was long gone now, wasn't he?

Still, he wasn't upset, just nervous. This was... big. Hardy had gone and fallen in love with a man with a hell of a reputation, and yet that love was returned. What made it crazy was that it all happened so fast, it had taken years for him and Tess to get to this point, but now?

Nearly two years? Yes? About eighteen months, fuck, is that fast?

"Do you really have to go to Ellie's so early?" Bill spoke as he stepped into the bedroom, stopping as he looked at his fiance. "You off in the clouds?"

Hardy blinked, looking at his hands, where he seemed to have been folding his shirt enough times for it to be rather wrinkled. God, how long had he been spacing out, thinking about tomorrow? He was supposed to be getting his suit ready to go for tomorrow, but it seemed to have been lost in his thoughts.

"Just thinking about tomorrow, Bill." He replied, shaking out the shirt, then folded it again, properly, and set it aside with the pants and the tie.

A new suit for a new wedding, even though the wedding wasn't meant to be anything huge and fancy. Really, the most they're spending on this was their suits, as they were having this at Ellie's home, she insisted on it, and those invited had helped to take care of things.

"And yes, I know it's stupid, but... you know, tradition, to not see your husband until you walk down the aisle and all that."

Bill chuckled, walking over. "That's for the brides, Alec." He wrapped his arms around Hardy, who didn't complain. He was becoming more used to touches, Bill was trying out being affectionate with him. Both seemed to be adjusting to it all.

"I don't care, I think it's better that way. Plus, Miller said she's going to try to do something about my face, whatever that means." He figured it meant trying to make him look less dead-on-his-feet. "Daisy's doing you up, yes?"

"She said she's got a plan for me." Bill nodded, resting his chin on Hardy's shoulder. "I... didn't think I'd ever be married again."

"Me neither."

"It's surreal."

"It's crazy."

"I don't mind."

"Neither do I." Hardy turned in his arms. "We're not... going too fast, right?"

Bill looked at him, shaking his head. "I think this matches our pace. We were never exactly slow about any of the things we've done since we met."

"We never make things easy for ourselves." Hardy nodded, and Bill grinned, kissing him on the lips, then on his cheek.

"I can't wait for tomorrow, even though I'm probably going to be up all night." He sighed against Hardy's face, kissing him again.

"You're preaching to the choir, Masters. Don't be up all night, don't want you sleeping at the alter, Miller will happily wake you up in the most obnoxious way."

Bill laughed a bit, nodded. "Oh, I know she will. We should get ready for bed, I've got my suit ready to go, and looks like you've finished up."

Hardy nodded, slipping out of Bill's arms to set his small bag of clothes aside on his side of the bed. He moved to get under the blankets, already prepared for bed, and Bill joined him a moment later after shutting off the lights.

He got under the covers, wrapping his arms around Hardy in the dark. He was close, his nose pressed against the detective's neck. "Tomorrow will be a good day, I'm sure of it." He whispered.

"I'll hold you to it, Bill." Hardy whispered back, finding his hand, giving it a good squeeze.

He knew Bill would be right, but there were always nerves before big events like this. At least this one would be for a happy reason.

[eunoiaflow3r]

when worlds collide - h.p. x gn!avenger!reader

a/n: bahahahahaha no one reads harry x reader lmaoo you don’t have to tell me - i know. but still, i thought this was a cute idea and i went with it. hope you enjoy :)

not edited.

also: timelines don’t match up bc i don’t want to do the math so harry is like 20 - 21 and your like 19 - 20 in 2020. Civil War and everything on didn’t happen. Fred didn’t die.

gn = gender neutral

warning(s): “language!” - captain america.

word count: 3.1k

request(ed): no.

summary: stephen sends y/n to a strange new place with...wizards?

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Never doubt Stephen Strange. That's something that pretty much everyone has accepted. Never second guess the wizard man. Usually you'd agree. Usually you'd just let the man babble about whatever he needed to and then go about your day.

Not now.

The fuckery.

Now you were here (wherever here was) after some flashes of orange and a "be careful." Did he even do the spell right? Is this really where you were supposed to be?

It was dark, and dirty and you just wanted to go home and not talk to anyone so you turned yourself invisible.

You were born with your powers - you think. You were adopted so you wouldn't know where your powers came from. All you know is that one day your parents couldn't find you, even though you were right there. Instead of thinking you were some kind of alien and throwing you out to labs, they helped you control it the best you could.

It was difficult at first, all things considered, but you got through. You discovered you had another power as well. Force fields. Those came in handy during the battles. (You helped where you could), and Tony Stark took you in afterwards as his own. He helped you create your suit, and your name, and discover more about your powers, he was basically a dad to you.

Your parents were a little hesitant letting you join the Avengers, but once they realized this is what you were meant to do, and you had people just like you protecting you, they couldn't keep you from that. They just couldn't.

So here you were, invisible, in some dark and creepy alley. There were doors either side of you, so you got out of the way considering they could open and smack you in the face at any given moment. You heard loud voices and laughing and cheering from both ends of the alley so you walked towards the one in front of you.

The voices were so loud and echoey that you really couldn't focus on anything else. Maybe that's why you didn't hear a boy behind you trip and fall into you from behind.

"I'm so sorry." he said helping you up.

You turned around to help him, he got awfully dirty, and searched for his glasses that fell off his face.

Once standing, he took out a stick, waved it over him, and all of a sudden the dirt and gravel was gone.

"How did you do that?" You were no stranger to magic, but this was something you've never seen before. And why would he do it in front of you? For all he knew, you were an unknowing human.

"What?" He asked eyebrows furrowed together, accent strong.

"With the stick."

He chuckled shoving the stick back in his cloak.

"The stick." He smiled and looked you up and down. "It's a wand. You must not be from around here."

"Yeah, what tipped you off?" You noticed the lightning bolt scar on his head. You wondered how he got it.

"The accent, the clothes, the inability to recognize a simple wand, the ability to be here, not recognizing me, and wait - where is your cloak?"

"Cloak?"

"You were just invisible a moment earlier but I don't see your cloak anywhere."

"I don't have one. I can make myself invisible without a piece of fabric or your fancy stick." You say sarcastically. Were you flirting?

"Handy." He grins. "The name's Harry Potter."

He holds his hand out for you to shake. "Y/N L/N."

He asks you if you want to talk somewhere besides a dark dirty alley. You agreed. It took some convincing though to let him use his stick to clean the clothes you had on, but to change your outfit to something less, standout-ish.

When you felt the witch hat on your head you immediately snatched it off your head and glared at him.

He just laughed.

Once out of the alley, you breathed in the now clean air, and was mesmerized. People were bustling in and out of small shops, animals were flying and chirping around their owners, children were running around with their friends and siblings, and people were waving sticks, or wands, just like Harry used.

"C'mon, this way." He smiled at your awestruck face. It reminded him of when he first arrived with Hagrid all those years ago.

He brought you inside a coffee shop, and sat you at a booth near the window knowing you'd probably want to still look outside at the new scenes.

After ordering, and a few moments of silence as you looked around, you decided to ask some questions.

"Where am I?"

"We're in Diagon Alley. It's like an outside mall."

"I mean like, planet? I guess?"

"Earth."

"Earth?"

"Well, more specifically London. Diagon Alley."

"London?! I'm in London?!"

"You've never been? To Earth? Or London?"

You rolled your eyes silently cursing Strange. "I'm from Earth. The United States, actually. I just wish he'd put me on a fucking plane or something instead of making it seem like I was going to Mars."

"He?" Harry was very curious.

You looked into his green eyes, your mind wandering. The guy in front of you was very attractive. His dark hair complimented his eyes, and his glasses made him even more attractive.

"You guys are wizards right?"

"Really? What gave you that impression?" He asks sarcastically. "The sticks, the pointy hats, or the big bowl with green liquid sitting outside?”

You rolled your eyes. "Very funny. It's not my fault you live into the stereotype of brewing potions in your cauldrons -"

"Oh well I can only assume you're one of those Avengers from the States, yeah?" He grins. "You guys are all over the news."

"Yes, sure -"

"And don't one of you wear capes and another shoot lasers or lightning or whatnot? Sounds very stereotypical to me."

You laugh as the waitress brings over your drinks and muffins. You thank her. "No, well yes, that's Strange and Thor, but that's besides the point -"

"Well of course it's strange." He grins and winks and you over his mug. He was purposely annoying you and found great joy in it.

"Anyway," you sigh getting back to the point. "Do you guys have a Wizard here, like a powerful, trusting, all-knowing kind of guy?"

His eyes dropped slowly and his smile dimmed for a moment before slowly widening once again.

"Had. His name was Dumbledore."

"Our guy is Stephen Strange. Or Dr. Strange. He sent me here, and I'm not sure why."

"Hmmm." He hums setting down his mug. "Are the states in danger? Were you sent here on a secret quest that would put you through tough trials that would risk your life but would ultimately save everyone you've ever loved so you just have to do it?"

You were in a silent shock. "Uhm. No, not that I'm aware of, no."

"Well then perhaps your Wizard Strange is playing matchmaker."

"Matchmaker?"

"Well you were sent here weren't you?" You nod. "Arrived outside the exact place where I was and I just happened to bump into you? Sounds like a set-up to me."

"Or a coincidence."

"I'd like to think it was fate that I bump into the most attractive person I've ever seen and they don't know who I am and won't judge me 'cause of my past." He took a bite of his muffin.

"Should I be worried?"

"I guess you'll have to figure that out yourself." He winks.

You decide to eat your muffin as well. It was a comfortable silence until you looked out of the window and noticed a guy crouching down behind a cauldron...with a camera.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"Why is there a man outside taking pictures of you?"

His eyes widened. "Oh shit." He whispered. "Here." He took out a baseball cap and put it over your head, hiding your face from the camera.

He gets out of his seat quickly pulling you along with him to the back of the shop but before you could say anything he had his wand pulled out.

Next thing you saw was a couch and living room.

"Wow." You panted. "What a way to bring a girl home."

"I apologise Y/N, I block them out so much I forget they're even there and now they've seen you, and have a story and -"

"Wait, wait, wait, are you wanted for murder or something?"

Harry walks over to his bookshelf and pulls out a rather large book. After opening up on the table, he waved his wand over it and beckons you over to read it.

'Boy who lived.'

'Golden boy defeats Voldemort'

'winner of Triwizard tournament'

And there was so much more… 'Harry Potter' in bold just strewn across the pages. His whole life story.

Your eyes widen at everything. "So both and neither. War hero. How come I've never heard of you? Or any of this?"

He smiles at the pages fondly, running his fingers across the letters and reminiscing on his times at Hogwarts.

"Unlike you Avengers, we like to keep our business private and quiet. We don't like prying eyes."

You scoff. "Not our fault we have alien invasions every year."

Harry agreed and for the rest of the night you sat on his couch talking and sometimes arguing, over every little thing. It felt like you two had known each other forever.

You're not sure when, but you fell asleep there and woke with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around your waist. You're not sure how the two of you ended up this way, and you realized you were practically strangers, but you didn't want to move. You just wanted to tangle your fingers through his dark hair.

But you didn't. Instead you stared at his closed eyes, and focused on his long, dark, eyelashes that fluttered a little from time to time. You thought about how you could get used to this. Waking up with his arm wrapped around you.

You told him last night that if he was actually a serial killer, and wanted to kill you that you had a whole team of people who would rip him limb from limb. He had no doubts and looked actually scared of your threat.

You thought about what it'd be like to live here among people like you.

Stomach grumbling, you decided to get up and see if he had anything you could make for him. It's the least you could do. His face turned when you left his arms, but you quickly pulled the blanket over him so he would be able to sleep a little longer.

You found his bathroom, and washed your face. In your backpack was a toothbrush and some toothpaste so you brushed your teeth, fixed your hair, and got dressed.

By the time you got out of the bathroom, you noticed Harry was still sleeping so you went into the kitchen and tried to find anything remotely close to breakfast foods. By the look of his inventory, you could tell he was very good at cooking but hadn’t been to the store in a while. He did have some eggs and toast though so you decided to make that.

In the middle of it, you got a phone call from Strange.

“Strange?”

“Harry Potter.” he says.

“What?” you were so confused as to how Stephen knew ANYTHING.

“You’re in his place, we've been tracking you.”

“So I guess we should probably have a talk about privacy? I don’t know, it just seems like something we should discuss you know? Cause usually people can respect that - especially people who just DUMP you here in the first place -“

“Calm down that’s what the mission was. While you were sleeping, we searched the place with a camera we put on you and he’s not who we thought he was. You completed the mission L/N. Great job.”

“Is he a danger?”

“Not necessarily. Just making sure your fine is all.”

“What -?”

He hung up.

Why wouldn’t Strange tell you his intentions? Why would he let you stay here if he thought Harry might have been a bad guy? Why would he risk that?

Right as you hung up Harry Potter walked into the kitchen with his lenses in between his shirt - he was cleaning his glasses.

His dark hair hung over his eyes but his eyebrows were raised.

“You made breakfast?”

“It was the least I could do. I didn’t mean to fall asleep but thank you for letting me stay.”

He smiled and put his glasses back on. In doing so his gray shirt lifted and you could see his abs. You turned away a blushed.

“It was no big deal. Thank you for making breakfast, love. You didn’t have to.”

You didn’t say anything and instead placed both of your finished plates on the dining room table. He followed you and sat down immediately digging in.

“These are the best eggs i’ve ever eaten Y/N thank you.”

You smiled in response but then frowned remembering your conversation with Strange. You should probably tell Harry.

“So,” you cleared your throat. “You were wrong.”

He gave you a look that meant “about?”

“Dr. Strange - the wizard I work with - he likes to check out potential threats and make sure that ya’know - the earth stays safe and everything. Je can kind of see the future and its propabilities. He did the same thing with Thor and his brother Loki.”

“Okay, go on.”

You cringed. “And so he called me and told me that he sent me here so he could see you? I don’t know I guess he saw you as a threat and wanted to make sure you weren’t.”

You looked at Harry but his face was clear of any and every emotion. He just continued to eat his eggs. It was silent.

You ate a bit at your eggs too until he spoke up which made you look up.

“I can’t say I’m very surprised honestly. With everything you guys manage to fuck up there I’d wanna know if someone else was about to create shit problems too.”

You sighed with relief. He wasn’t mad.

“I’m sorry really Harry, I didn’t even know.”

“No yeah it’s fine. I get it. I still think he sent you specifically for a reason though. There’s just no way we aren’t soul mates or something.”

“Oh shut up Potter.”

He smiled. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Gee your head must hurt.”

He squints at you jokingly. “You should let me take you out. I can show you around today. Y’know, so you can see what wizards are like.”

“Is this a date?”

His face flushes red and he looks down at his plate. “Yeah, yeah it’s a date.”

And a date it was.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Harry! Again?!” You practically screamed. Harry called it aparation but you call it hell. You let it go the first time but damn. He barely even warned you, just took your hand, held it tight, pulled you close, and waved his wand.

It was teleportation. Something you’ve never ever done before.

“Fucking hell Potter I’m going to murder you.”

“And Strange was worried about your safety? This is like your 4th time threatening to end my life and besides, it wasn’t even that bad.”

You rolled your eyes.

Throughout the day Harry showed you all sorts of things you’d never ever seen before. This consisted of every flavor jelly beans (and by every flavor they really meant every flavor), a chocolate frog, and never ending bubble gum. And that was just on the candy side.

He took you inside this joke shop ran by two of his friends from his old school he called hogwarts. They were twins that went by the names of Fred and George. The only twins you had ever met was Wanda and Pietro but telling the story of Pietro’s death seemed to sour Harry’s mood but excite the twins. The fact that he sacrificed himself for a little boy made him a hero in their eyes. They begged you to tell them more stories.

By the end of the day you went back to Harry’s place and you were exhausted. You can’t believe all that you’ve seen and eaten. How was this stuff even possible? How was it all hidden? You were amazed.

Harry was glad to see you had a good day and glad that he had met you. When you got back, he told you that you could stay another night...and perhaps in the bed instead of the couch. He hadn’t meant it in a dirty way but that didn’t stop you from laughing until tears came out of your eyes. He was so awkward at times. Once he had to ask if it was okay to take your hand while you were in the street and it was so cute how he couldn’t really find the words even for something as simple as hand holding.

“Harry?”

“Hm?”

You both were laying in his bed facing the other.

“I had a lot of fun today. I feel like i’ve known you forever.”

He grinned from ear to ear and was glad that you couldn’t see him. He would have been beyond embarrassed if you’d seen how unmistakably happy that made him.

“I had fun with you Y/N. You’re great company.”

You were silent for a moment.

And another.

“Harry?”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

You were scared of his response and your heart was practically beating out of your chest. What if he was just being friendly? What if he just wanted to be friends? You would have made a huge fool of yourself. You were going to turn away embarrassed until his hand came up to your face and slipped onto your cheek. He was so warm. His lips pressed against yours for a moment and then he pulled away.

After a moment he reconnected and moved his lips against yours slowly. Your hand went to the back of his neck and toyed with his hair. He groaned into your mouth. You smiled and scooted even closer to him. All you could hear was the sound of your breathing and kissing. You didn’t want to pull away but you had to.

“Harry.” you said practically breathless.

“Yeah.” he was breathless too.

“I want to show you my world. You should come see New York.”

“Yeah? You wanna show me those alien invasions and robot attacks?”

You laughed and snuggled into Harry. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your neck.

“Mhmm.”

“I’d love to see it.”

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@romance-geek @gooseyhouse

[devoraqs]

Julian and Sascha of course for the Halloween ask!

Drama Redhead Husbands: Halloween Edition!

Choses the pumpkin:

I think this is somewhat of a team effort, and they do nerdy shit like working out the exact formula for the 'perfect pumpkin'

Carves the pumpkin:

Alexander designs, Julian carves

Gets scared and clings the other in a haunted house:

While they both get quite jumpy, it's actually Alexander who, at one (not even that scary) jumpscare, leaps a whole foot into the air and brings Julian down with him (Asra gets this on video)

Matching costume idea:

I really had to think about this one! My first instinct was Julian as a sexy nurse and Alexander just... wearing Julian's clothes and saying "well... I'm a sexy doctor, of course". (Julian then flirtily points out that Sacha is always a sexy doctor, regardless of what he’s dressed as)

Then for something sliiiightly less shitpost-y, (ok, not really) in a modern AU or something I see them both being big trekkies and or star wars fans, so maybe something like Leia and Han Solo (in any combo)

Makes a cozy bed-fort to cuddle in:

Alexander, probably. But he enlists Julian's help to make it Ultimate Cosy, because you know Alexander's going to insist they have the windows open to get a good view of the Halloween midnight sky. They have to layer up the pillows and blankets, and they erect a sort of... coffee brewing station next to them (heated and refilled w magic, of course) so neither has to leave to go downstairs for another drink.

Steal’s the other’s candy:

On this one, I want to say Sacha just because I think he has slightly more of a sweet tooth than Julian.

Accidentally gets lost in a corn maze:

Oh god, both of them. They're hopeless.

Tells spooky stories to scare the other:

Julian has probably picked up some really outlandish spooky stories from his travels, so I'll say him.

Collects cool-looking leaves:

Sacha! He looks for ones that match or complement their hair colours.

[anonthenullifier]

Hiii!!! I just finished reading your Snapshots fic on ao3 and they're all amazing!!! I love how you write the family dynamics between the kids and wanda/vision, they're all vv sweet and I'm here for it!! Do u think tommy and billy ever did a parent trap kind of switch for some reason?

Thank you so much! 😁 This was a fun ask and I hope you enjoy! 

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The sizzle of butter in the skillet provides a lively accompaniment to Wanda’s aggravation about the morning’s latest headline - one claiming that Tony Stark was personally responsible for the matchmaking that brought Vision and his lovely, currently scarlet eyed, wife together. It’s a claim not without some merit, if not for Tony’s involvement in Ultron’s creation and then in Vision’s own birth, he never would have been alive to fall so deeply in love with Wanda; however, as with most claims involving Tony it is also inherently hyperbolic. Had the billionaire actually been involved in Vision’s romantic pursuits, there is a very high probability that Wanda would have run the other direction.

“And you know what else it said?”

Vision scoops the pancake batter carefully into the buttered skillet as he responds, “What?”

“That he’s the reason Billy and Tommy want to be Avengers.” The only reason Wanda’s tea does not spill over the edge as she gesticulates out her anger is because she has wrapped it in a sheen of red. “Him!”

Grandiose sense of self worth is a rather glaring fault in the Stark family, a symptom Vision thankfully bypassed, no doubt due to the humble yet confident influence of Dr. Cho. “It is an unfair and misleading statement,” this diffuses her ire enough for her to take a sip of tea, “all that truly matters,” momentarily he turns from the stove to wrap his fingers around her upper arms and stare intently into her eyes, “is that we continue encouraging our sons to be their best selves, even if our work is never publicly acknowledged.”

Finally her face softens, the disdain etched into the lines of her forehead smoothing out with the roll of her eyes, “Fine.” Vision lays a peck to her forehead before turning back to rescue the almost burnt pancakes, “but wouldn’t it be nice if someone praised us for once?”

“It would.”

“Morning mom, dad.”

“Good morning Bil…” Vision’s mouth stops mid-greeting, brain a bit frenzied at the mixed signals he is receiving. The voice that just greeted him registers as Billy and yet the boy in front of him is sporting Tommy’s signature snowy hair and athletic clothing. “Um…”

“Tommy,” Wanda’s acknowledgement of their son should clarify everything, yet he can sense an odd amusement in the way she says the name, “why don’t you sit down, your father’s almost done with breakfast.”

To further add to the confusion of the moment, Tommy merely flashes them a grin (no snarky comment nor demands for it to cook faster) and then slides into Billy’s seat at the table.

Wanda’s hand comes to rest on Vision’s back, her voice low and a bit giddy, “This is going to be entertaining.”

“What is?”

“Just wait…” No further information is provided other than a wink.

Vision attempts to shove his curiosity and need to ask for more clarity down, instead channeling all of his energy into the pancakes and not burning them. Success at this repression endeavor is fleeting, the moment he turns to put the plate on the table, he cannot help but ask a question. “Where is your brother?” A glance up confirms it is three minutes past their usual breakfast time. Billy, like Vision, believes in punctuality and that being five minutes early is on time and being on time is late. For him to be late by normative standards is concerning. “It is unlike him to be late.”

Tommy chokes on his orange juice, eyes a tad wild as he twists around to look at the clock. “Um, I’ll go-“

“Good morning everyone!” Billy waltzes in with a cheery grin, his overall presence gregarious and brash, neither a word typically associated with him. His unusual mood  is highlighted all the more by  the uncharacteristically sloppy way his sweater is buttoned. “I’m famished.” A sentiment rarely shared by Billy.

Vision is torn between staring at his sons and seeking out Wanda’s reaction to whatever is happening in their kitchen. “Tommy,” his brother's name is overly enunciated, and the question, “Why are you in my seat?” asked with annoyance.

“Oh, sorry,” Tommy apologizes quickly, a first for sure, and then slides over to his normal chair.

This is, for want of a better word, weird.

Wanda, somehow, is making everyday small talk with their sons but Vision doesn’t process what is said, too focused on studying his children and the bevy of possibilities for why they seem so off. The initial fear is that they are Skrulls or some other shape shifting creature, a possibility they have sadly lived through before, not with the boys but on a mission with the Avengers. A vitals and physiology scan disconfirms this hypothesis (thankfully), the two bodies across the table are his sons. Despite this Tommy is eating at a snail’s pace, knife and fork working with precise movements to portion out perfect sized bites while Billy is going fast and loose with his fork, each bite different from the last. It also seems like Billy’s hair is a slightly different shade than usual, a tinge of cinnamon in his typically chestnut hair. Perhaps they have wandered into the multiverse yet again, though Wanda is his Wanda, he is certain of that and she seems to be more amused than concerned. Which means there must be a logical explanation.

Vision decides perhaps listening to the conversation at the table will better aid him. “Are you ready for the big math test today?” This is directed at Tommy, a pre-algebra exam Vision has spent several nights helping him study for.

Contrary to the numerous breakdowns that informed Vision that his son was going to fail so why bother trying, this morning Tommy seems...optimistic. “Yeah, dad’s prepared me well,” and overtly gracious.

“And Billy,” Wanda nudges Vision’s foot as she talks, always a sign he needs to get out of his head and pay attention, “today’s the mile run in gym, right?”

“Yep,” Billy answers while shoving a pancake into his mouth, continuing to talk while he chews, “gonna beat my record for sure.” This comment, and the smarmy confidence behind it, sets a new hypothesis into motion.  

Vision runs a second vitals scan, this time focusing on heart rate and brain waves. The results are surprising yet informative, but just to be sure, he recalibrates his sensors, scans again, and re-analyzes it, not wanting to make an erroneous conclusion if his sensors were off. The results match his last scan and the oddities suddenly make sense. Finally figured it out? He turns towards Wanda, her face set with impish victory typically reserved for when she bests him at training. A dip of his chin affirms her telepathic comment though his own mood is nowhere near as bubbly as hers because despite knowing the truth now, it does not actually alleviate any of his concern, in fact it breeds several other pathways of uncertainty. Follow my lead.  

The devious undertone of his wife’s comment transforms into an innocent smile as she addresses their sons. “Well boys,” both of their sons look up, “since it’s such a big day, we should celebrate later.” A shared look occurs between Billy and Tommy, one that Vision can’t quite label appropriately, a mix of excitement, bafflement, and victory.

‘Billy’ prods for more, his fork tapping the plate at roughly 200 clinks per minute. “Like what?”

Wanda is so natural at uncovering their lies that Vision can only sit back in awe at the way she effortlessly teases out the truth, “I need to meet with Strange later today, so Billy you can come along and we can ask if he’s finally willing to start training you to be a sorcerer.”

The current Tommy stares mouth agape at the offer, while the current Billy seems unimpressed, “Oh, um yeah, that’d be cool.”

“And Tommy,” Wanda reaches out to grab Vision’s hand, a gesture that is blissfully common but is right now no doubt meant to really drive home the offer, “Your father was going to do some speed trials this afternoon, maybe he can call the school so you can leave a period early and join him.” Vision was not going to do this but he withholds that knowledge so he doesn’t hinder his wife’s plan.

Tommy and Billy turn towards each other, no verbal words exchanged but Vision can easily recognize one of their telepathic conversations—bodies tense, their faces fluttering through a range of emotions, and eyebrows moving in emphasis of whatever comments they’re making. They break and ‘Tommy’ addresses the offer, “Billy has gym in 8th period.”

“Which is why he and I are going to meet with Stephen after school.” Wanda takes a deliberately long sip of her tea to let the information really settle in.

Their tactics switch to the other offer.“Isn’t uh truancy a pretty big deal, you know, if I,” ‘Billy’ catches himself, “Tommy were to leave early.

Vision decides he should aid in some way, voice matter of fact as he responds, “I do believe Tommy has a free period at that time. Plus,” thankfully this next part is not a lie or else Vision would feel guilty saying it, “I have to attend the PTA meeting tonight so we cannot wait until school is out if we would like to get a full session of training in.”

Another deep, very animated mental conversation occurs across the table, one that leads to an exaggerated roll of his wife’s eyes. “What if…”

Wanda cuts off the next suggestion, clearly done with the game, “Just accept that you’ve been caught.”

The two faces across from them are polar opposite, one shining with defiance and the other defeat. With a sigh, Tommy’s white hair darkens into chestnut, the real Billy slouching deep into his chair. His brother is not amused, “Are you really breaking that easily?”

Vision checks the time, noting their bus will arrive in less than 10 minutes. “Boys,” there are several things he wants to say, from questioning Tommy’s brown hair to why they thought they’d get away with it, but he decides those can wait, “perhaps instead of our planned celebrations tonight, we have a discussion on the harms of deception.”

Tommy, the real one, executes a perfect Maximoff eye roll, never one to appreciate the life lesson evenings that correspond with poor behavior. “It was just a joke.”

“I do not find it humorous.” And Vision does not, a deep despair blossoming in his chest at what his sons have attempted and what it means for how their sons view them, whether they think they are not loved enough nor noticed enough to be recognized by their own parents. “You intended to utilize this...joke for personal gain.”

Wanda cuts in, hand coming to rest on Vision’s thigh with a light, reassuring squeeze. “Why don’t you both change. The bus will be here soon. We’ll talk more tonight.” Muttered yes, mom s are lost in the scraping of their chairs against the wooden floor. “Tommy.”

“Yeah?”

“Did you dye your hair?”

“Yep,” Tommy runs his hand through his darkened locks, “the box called it chili chocolate.”

Wanda smirks, finding this far more endearing than Vision. “Just promise to use it responsibly.”

A not fully convincing salute goes along with Tommy’s, “Roger that,” and then he runs off in a blur.

“Wanda,” Vision waits until she looks at him, a bit unnerved that she does not seem to show any of the same concern for what just happened. “Are you not troubled at their flagrant disregard for honesty?”

Her eyebrows arch up, lips pursed the way they are whenever he has misassessed human nature and she needs to find a way to gently talk him through it. “It’s kind of a twin rite of passage.”

This is not forthcoming nor satisfying. “Did you and Pietro do this as well?”

“Once or twice.” His confusion must be evident, her lips curving up into a reminiscent mischief. “We weren’t good at it, especially once we were older. But you have to try.”

“Do you?”

A nod confirms the apparent necessity of such an experiment, though no further explanation is provided for Vision to comprehend why it is required. “You’ve never seen the Parent Trap, have you?”

“I have not.”

Scarlet energy entangles itself around the dishes at the table, floating them into the sink and away from their responsibility for now. “Come on,” Wanda stands and tugs on Vision’s hand, drawing him up out of his seat and then leading him into the living room. As she lightly pushes him to sit in the couch, a rush of feet, a banging door and a quick bye! marks the start of the school day, leaving them alone until this afternoon. “Want to watch a movie?”

“I suppose,” he wraps his arm around her shoulders after she sits next to him, pulling her closer and relishing the comfort of her head on his chest, “if it provides adequate research to understanding this cultural necessity of deceit, then yes.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

Vision considers the comment a touch longer than needed, just enough for her to look up at him in anticipation, “if it means a day spent with you,” he kisses her deeply, mirroring the soft curve of her lips as he pulls away,”then it is still a yes.”

“Good.” The tv turns on and his education begins.

[jasontoddiefor]

hey so for the emporer luke thing would luke eventually get to see biggs/meet him cuz they're cool

As if I could leave my second fave Tatooine kid out of any OT story! Read on AO3

Biggs Darklighter was fifteen years old and he still dreamed of going to the stars someday. He was a good son, helped in the household, and took care of his younger siblings, and would his parents ask him to stay, then Biggs would. If they’d let him go though, Biggs would seek the unknown parts of the galaxy, chase after the adventures he had dreamed of ever since he was a little boy, running around in the courtyard of his family’s home or jumping up and down on Luke’s bed, pretending to be a ship in the sky.

It was strange how easily he had accepted Luke’s disappearance when he was younger. Tatooine was a harsh planet, cruel to the bone, and the death of a loved one happened far too often to be unfamiliar with how tightly life and death were woven together. He hadn’t forgotten about Luke, had mourned his friend and joined his mother on her trips to the Lars homestead, but he hadn’t let Luke’s fate dominate his every waking thought. There had been other things to worry about, such as the suddenly escalating conflicts due to Jabba’s death.

Now it seemed like the exact opposite was happening to Biggs. He couldn’t keep his friend out of his mind. The weekly trips to the Lars homestead, checking in on its state and the refugees hiding there for the next transport that would them smuggle off-world, were now spent trying to see whether Biggs could find any sign of His Imperial Highness in the murals and carvings they had made into Luke’s bedroom walls as children. He had been there when they had found Beru and Owen’s bodies, eleven years old and wondering whether Luke had made used of his uncanny ability to hide away so that he hadn’t been killed too. His aunt and uncle had been half-buried in the sand already, left behind to rot without a proper funeral. It had been easy to figure out what exactly had caused their deaths and what it meant for Luke. In the aftermath, when the news of Jabba’s violent end had reached even the Darklighters, they had traveled to the palace and the nearby city once, trying to see if anybody had heard of a child by the name of Luke Skywalker, but nobody had known a thing.

And then, just a year later, Luke had appeared again.

The Republic had never really cared about Tatooine and neither had the Empire, but even they had heard rather quickly about the Emperor’s death and his heir.

The Luke in the holos had looked like a doll, fake and imaginary, like a wind spirit. His face hadn’t been any different, it still matched the one Biggs remembered, but nothing else seemed to fit, not his name, not even his accent.

And yet he had been sure that the child appearing in front of the Senate was his friend.

All that had remained from Luke Skywalker were his blue eyes, the blond hair and the kindness that had made the other children scoff at him. Luke had been too good to understand, to naïve or perhaps he just hadn’t cared for their petty words. Biggs hadn’t known how he could smile so openly when the others took their teasing to far, but Luke had never lowered his head, at least not where he could see it.

Biggs missed his best friend, the one who would help him fix up old droids and fly speeders and skyhoppers more accurately than anybody else, even though he really shouldn’t be able to do so. Luke would certainly have the time of his life now, rushing across the sands at maximum speed, the wind hitting his face so harshly it almost cut into it. Luke had always enjoyed listening to the wind, from the sweet breezes in spring to the heavy sandstorms towards the end of drought season. Being stuck inside with nothing to do hadn’t been too bad with Luke around to narrate what the wind was telling him.

The distance between the Darklighter homestead and the Lars’ Rest, as they had come to call that safehouse, wasn’t too large. Biggs crossed it quickly even in his slightly beat-up ride that could use an upgrade or two. As far as he knew, no runaways should be staying there for the remainder of the week until they got the next group through. There were fewer and fewer slaves in need of transport nowadays. Tatooine was still, as it had been for the last years since Luke’s disappearance, caught in civil war between the former Hutt slaves, freedom fighters, whatever good soul they could convince to join their cause and those crime syndicates who sought to make use of cheap labor. Where the Hutts had that thought they could reclaim Tatooine quickly following Jabba’s death, Tatooine had wanted to prove them wrong. More and more slaves had escaped every day, more people stood up to fight for what they believed to be right.

Biggs wasn’t allowed to do much, not really. His older sister and her partners were heavily involved in the fights while Biggs could only do supply runs. He knew they were important, but he itched to do something more proactive.

But perhaps that wouldn’t be necessary anymore.

It had become more and more obvious that the Hutts were also a thorn in the side of the Empire and whoever was actually pulling the strings behind their Emperor was set to do something about it. There had been skirmishes so far, a few imprisonments. Nothing too large yet, but the horizon was darkening and if the last years had shown anything, then that the Empire didn’t tolerate disobedience. Biggs wasn’t sure how it would influence Tatooine at large. He didn’t know all that much about the way the Hutts operated on a galactic scale, but he figured that whatever took their attention away from Tatooine, even if just for a while, was good.

Soon Biggs was approaching Lars’ Rest and was surprised to see figures standing in the distance. Biggs frowned and slowed down his craft. He was absolutely certain that no group should be coming in today. The position of Lars’ Rest was kept quiet so that no slaver would discover this particular hideout. The only other groups that knew of it were smugglers and the sand people, though they hardly bothered coming down the underground tracks these days. They had decided to target moisture farms far deeper into their territory or, in the case of some clans who were not as isolated,  target the rich of Tatooine so the poor would cease trying to expand further into the desert.

Biggs reached for his rifle. If they were slavers, he had to be ready. It was obvious that he was doing supply runs, who else would be out here, and if they took him, that could be disastrous for the whole organization.

Tatooine was a horrible planet to plan an ambush on. Sand for miles, the open desert, and skies, nothing could hide you or provide adequate cover. Once your enemy spotted you, that was it.

Biggs could of course leave, drive back home. They didn’t keep anything too incriminating at their homestead, so even if they were to follow him, there was be nothing to be found there. And yet, somehow, Biggs couldn’t bring himself to do so as anger flared up in his stomach like the midday heat.

That house had belonged to his best friend. It was supposed to be a safe haven now when before its inhabitants had found death or worse. Nobody had any right to ruin those memories.

With newfound bravery and strength, Biggs sped up again. He was a good shot, the best in his family, he’d definitely hit them before they could shoot him.

As Biggs got closer, he saw that the group was larger than he had thought at first. Ten, perhaps fifteen figures. He had been confused because their forms had not been easy to make out with the sun bearing down on their light uniforms, no, armor. The armor was mostly white, but some patterns appeared to have been drawn on it. He saw the green ones first, their color standing out the most against the yellow and blue background of Tatooine. Then there some men with blue, orange, and red patterns, those being much harder to see. Biggs’ eyes were good, but not that excellent.

Nevertheless, he readied his rifle. It was easy to get stormtrooper uniform, and to paint it in the color of the Emperor’s guard was even easier.

Biggs took aim. He wasn’t going to shoot unprovoked, but he was going to shoot first if the situation escalated.

“Hey!” He shouted once he was within hearing distance. “Get the hell out of here!”

As expected, the armed men immediately raised their weapons as well. Biggs didn’t know why they hadn’t done that the moment they had seen him. Now that he was standing in front of them, Biggs wasn’t so sure his move had been the smartest. There were way too many of them and only one him.

“Move away,” one of the troopers, a red one, said.

His armor looked pristine, the paint new. This has to be a trick, though he no idea what somebody would get from parading around in trooper armor here. There were certainly more effective ways to pretend to have more power than you actually did on this planet.

“This land doesn’t belong to you,” Biggs said, forcing his voice not to waver. “Move.”

“Listen here, kid,” one of the troopers said, then suddenly stopped talking. Another man had put his hand on the man’s shoulder and leaned forward, probably telling him something. Even though Biggs couldn’t see their faces, they didn’t look too concerned by it all

“I’m not joking!” Biggs insisted and raised his blaster just a little more, set on using it if need be. “I will-“

“Biggs?”

The voice was barely louder than a whisper, certainly not above the noise the wind and the engine were making, and yet Biggs still heard it clearly.

“Your Majesty-“ The red trooper hissed, but in between the trooper’s bodies, a smaller form pushed through.

The person was short, but not as by far not as tall as the holos made him out to be. His hair had darkened as well, wasn’t the light blond Biggs remembered, but the eyes, clear blue, were definitely the same.

“Luke?” Biggs couldn’t believe it.

His clothes were far too fine for Tatooine, at least for standing outside where sand could easily get stuck everywhere on your skin. His robes looked soft and were decorated with gold and red lines interconnecting to images reminiscent of flowers and vines.

The boy's face split into a smile and he looked like he’d jump into a sprint if not for the trooper’s hand on his shoulder.

“Biggs! It really is you!” Luke said excitedly. “I didn’t think I’d see you again. I was hoping someone would look after the farm, but I-“

He cut himself off to shake his head, a gesture so familiar that it had to be Luke standing in front of him, brilliant pilot, Emperor of the galaxy.

Biggs hurried off his speeder and fell to his knees.