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Arlon Delste

Age: 25 (?) FC: Kit Young LI: tbd Force Sensitive

A descendent of an unplanned affair by Jedi Knight's Dagan Gera and Santari Khri, Arlon has grown up knowing to keep his Force connection as hidden as possible. He ends up becoming a bounty hunter, and becomes involved in the Jedi killings of 132 BBY, expecting it to be an easy pay day - instead, he ends up in over his head.

help from @astarionbae with deciding fc and name and basically being the reason he exists

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[shadowphoenixrider]

Hanging Around

(A coda to Jungle Love, Gambit is leaning into their choice of venue, much to Shadow's amusement. They share a moment, and make a promise.)

"What are you up to?" Shadow asked, folding her arms and struggling to wipe the smile off her face as she looked up at the scantily clad man above her.

"Why you gotta accuse Gambit of always bein' up to somethin', eh?" The Cajun feigned hurt, pressing a hand over his bare, broad chest. "Accused! By his own chère!"

She rolled her eyes at his dramatic display - her smile was going to stubbornly stay in place, it seemed.

"Then please, oh Remy The Innocent, tell me why you're messing about on those vines." She arched an eyebrow at him.

He grinned widely, knotting his bare legs around the thick liana and leaning back, dangling himself in front of her. It reminded her very much of when Gambit had done similar in the lab. Except he was wearing a lot more clothes back then. Gods, that felt like a lifetime ago.

"Don' tell Gambit you never wanted to swing around like Tarzan, chère!"

"Well, yeah, but you've certainly got more of a body for it than me." Shadow replied, her eyes wandering slowly up his muscled torso and to the singular pair of shorts keeping his modesty. Make that dignity, she noted to herself - Gambit wasn't exactly known for humility.

"I dunno, could make a pretty good jungle girl outta ya!" His grin only broadened as she shook her head.

"In your fantasies, maybe." She quipped. Her smile softened. "I'm glad you've warmed up to my suggestion of coming to this jungle for a little while."

"Won't lie, was a li'l surprised at th' choice to come here." Gambit admitted, before he smiled as well. "But I understand it now. Be good to get away from th' others, especially in a place like this."

"Mmhm. Really just needed a reset, just the two of us." Said Shadow softly, before a smirk pulled at the corner of her lips. "Although I'm getting the impression you're finding a different type of enjoyment here."

The Cajun chuckled richly.

"Could say I'm jus' gettin' into de swing of things, chère." His grin only widened as she sighed heavily. "But Gambit did have a li'l idea you might like."

"Hmm?" Shadow hummed curiously.

He reached out to her, fingers brushing against her shoulders.

"Noticed ya like me whiskin' ya away to more...private places, mon amie." He commented, voice sinking into a deep, smooth tone. "Thinkin' maybe you an' me could spend some time up an' away from pryin' eyes..."

She giggled, feeling her face warm.

"You know there's no-one here but us and the animals, Remy."

"Dat's what I said yesterday an' ya still didn't join me in de river."

"That was different!" She arched an eyebrow at him. "Unlike you, Mister 'I take my clothes off as soon as there's a whiff of warmth on the breeze', I'm not gonna go skinny-dipping without some cover!"

Gambit chuckled deeply.

"Think ya might be slightly exaggeratin', chère." He smirked. "Not dat I hear you complainin' dat much 'bout it." His smirk only widened as she began to flush pink. "But, Gambit had a point - do y' wanna come up here? Gambit won' let ya fall."

He reached out to her again, and she considered, eyes flicking up to where his legs and feet wrapped around the liana.

"Are you sure that'll hold us?" She asked.

"Wouldn't offer if I weren't sure." Gambit replied, meeting her eyes with his own. "Never gonna put ya in danger. Not dat we can't both handle."

Shadow thought a little longer, before she nodded.

"Okay. I trust you."

He grinned widely.

"Thank you, chère. Now, c'mere."

Shadow stepped forward and Gambit wrapped his muscled arms tightly around her. Then, in a display of strength that neither of them would tire of, the Cajun picked the petite woman up near effortlessly, swinging them up to the vine.

She took hold of the liana as soon as she was able to, mimicking Gambit's own grip - true to his word, it showed no hint of complaint with its extra burden. Regardless, one of his arms stayed looped protectively around her, taking some of her weight.

"How ya feelin'?" He asked softly, gazing down at her.

"I'm alright." Shadow nodded. "I'll let you know when I get tired."

"Good." Gambit smiled, tightening his grip slightly. "You ready to go jus' a bit further?"

"Further?" Her body stiffened.

"Jus' up dis vine." He reassured her. "Don' have to go far, just up pass dose leaves." He nodded upwards to the rich green canopy the liana disappeared into. "Found somethin' I think you'd like to see."

Shadow followed his gaze up, her throat bobbing as she swallowed hard. "Gambit will help you." He assured her gently. "Though he don' think you gonna need as much help as ya worry about."

"Okay. I trust you." She nodded, before shooting him a side-eyed look. "Didn't exactly expect I was gonna be strength training whilst on our little break, you know."

"Dis be worth it, chère." Gambit smiled. "An' if it ain't, Gambit'll make it up to you." His voice sunk into an enticing purr. "Maybe he'll let ya tie him up wit dese vines..."

Shadow giggled, flushing pink.

"I dunno big guy, these seem pretty damn sturdy. You might have to bust outta them yourself." She shifted her grip, taking a breath. "Okay, I'm ready."

"Up we go. Gambit be right behind ya."

With his watchful eye and reassurances, the pair climbed their way carefully up the liana to the tree cover. After a quick check to make sure there wasn't an errant branch in the way, Gambit nodded for Shadow to move up through it.

As she broke through the thick leaves and into the space above, she uttered a soft gasp.

The thick mossy tree branches around her were almost full to their brims with flowers of all shapes and sizes, ranging from ruddy reds, sunshine yellows, and shocking blues, not to mention the smaller purple ones clinging tightly to the lianas strung over the branches like holiday decorations. The air was thick with their scents, bees and other insects flitting eagerly between them.

Gambit deftly climbed up behind her, his back warm and firm against her.

"You like it?" He murmured softly into her ear.

"Yeah." Shadow glanced up at him, smiling. "It's beautiful...!"

"Dat it is." The Cajun agreed, his own warm smile spreading across his lips. He clambered up and over her, long limbs easily reaching around her small frame, to the thick branch that their liana was wrapped around. Shadow missed his presence almost immediately, her grip tightening on the vine and trying to push down the anxiety that bit into her stomach.

He wasn't gone for long, though; another liana dropped down right next to Shadow's, and Gambit slid down it back to her side.

"Show off." She teased. He must have heard the nervous edge to her tone though, as a soft concern flickered in his red black eyes.

"Meant what I said 'bout stayin' with ya." Gambit murmured. "Jus' thought it might be a bit easier if we each had a vine to ourselves." He reached over to Shadow's, pulling it and her close. "Gambit always gon' have your back. I promise. If ya ever in trouble, I will be here for ya. Always."

"Same here." Shadow's smile was wan. "I just wish I could protect you like you can protect me."

"You do better den ya think ya do." Said Gambit, shimmying closer to her. "But, ya know, I don' need ya to be as strong as me or Rogue, able to go up against de best an' worst of dem. Got plenty of friends who can do dat already. I need you." He leaned his head down to her. "Need dose healin' hands of yours. When we first met. Every time since den. Even jus' when we be sittin' together, when it be quiet. Dat be your strength." He sighed softly, breath wisping against her face. "You make me feel like I don' need to run anymore."

She blinked up at him with wide eyes.

"You, you really mean that?"

His nod was slight, only the barest of motions.

"Oui."

Shadow stared up at him for a long moment, her surprise melting into understanding, one that made her see him with new eyes. Gambit was a very guarded man; he knew much more about her than she did about him. This brief lifting of his armour, even if it was just a crack, meant so much. It was an honour.

"If...If you promise to protect me, then I promise I'll always be there when you fall." Shadow spoke. "Whenever you need me. Always."

"Always, mon ombre." Remy breathed the words reverently.

It was at that moment that Shadow realized how close he was. His body was radiating warmth, so near and yet so far. Remy's eyes dropped to her lips for just a second, then the bob of her throat as she swallowed.

"Amour..." His whisper wrapped around them like a veil. Shadow tilted her chin up to him as he leaned down, her heart almost headbutting her chest as their lips touched.

The kiss was soft, tender, like he always was to her. An arm wrapped around her waist to pull her into him, and she sighed as they connected, regardless of the lianas in the way. For all the kiss's chastity, they lingered within it, both unwilling to pull away. There was something about being alone here together that made every touch, every affection, feel almost sacred. They had made vows to each other, witnessed only by the jungle itself, cradling them within its heart.

Shadow didn't believe in deities, not really, but she couldn't deny how nigh on spiritual it was, being here with Remy.

After all, she'd told him her true name here.

When they finally drew away for breath, they stayed close, noses brushing together, reflections clear in one another's eyes. It was...perfect.

"I love you." Shadow said softly.

"I love you too." Replied Remy, just as gently.

As much as she would have loved to stay like this, Shadow was starting to feel the strain in her muscles, the slow build of lactic acid within them.

"Remy," she began, shifting her grip, "I don't know if I can-"

"I gotchu, mon amour." The arm around her waist tightened, and he brought her close into his body. "Wrap ya legs 'round me, chère. Use a li'l of ya power if ya gotta. Gambit got ya."

Shadow tapped into her power to give her muscles just a little longer, clambering onto her partner. When she was secure, Gambit deftly slid down the two lianas until they reached the safety of the jungle floor.

"Thank you, hun." Shadow sighed, hopping down and rubbing her sore arms. "I'm sorry, I wish my stamina was more like yours..."

"It come in time, chère." Gambit smiled, his arm already around her waist again. "You did really well to keep up wit me as long as ya did. 'Specially without ya powers helpin' out."

She smiled shyly.

"You're very kind to say."

"It jus' de truth, mon cœur." The arm on her waist pulled her in close, but in a slow spin, like an extremely lazy waltz. What Shadow thought a waltz looked like, anyway. "Although, if ya want Gambit to say kind things to ya, he can do dat too."

Heat rose in her face, and not just from the warm skin she was leaning against.

"Y-You don't have to, if you don' want."

The Cajun's smirk was as smug as she expected from a thief like him.

"I dunno chère, makin' ya blush by tellin' ya de truth sounds mighty appealin'!" He chuckled as she turned away from him, folding her arms. "Or, how 'bout dis..."

His voice softened and deepened, threading his arms around her middle whilst nuzzling against the side of her head, into her thick curly hair. "Know ya don' like to be on display, but if Gambit can' find us a little pool o' water to call our own, somewhere secret, we can rest dose sore arms of yours." He pressed a quick kiss to her neck. "Might not be as warm as a bath back home, an' Gambit don' have dose healin' hands of yours. But he certainly gonna try."

Shadow leant back against him, enjoying how his height made his embrace akin to being wrapped up in him, similar to how his trench-coat cloaked his armour.

"I like that idea." She smiled, tilting her head back to meet his eyes. "So long as you can behave yourself."

"Gambit ain't nothin' but a gentleman." He replied, kissing her cheek before nuzzling into her, making Shadow giggle.

"Mmhm, that so?"

"You know so, brigand." He grinned.

"Yes." Shadow pulled away just enough to turn around, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I know so." She rose up on her tiptoes to kiss his nose, delighting in the faint flush darkening on his cheekbones.

"An' ya say I'm th' one with a way with words." Gambit smiled warmly, one that reached his midnight eyes and made them twinkle fondly.

"And now you're the one hiding from compliments." Observed Shadow, arching an eyebrow. "What is it they say, 'takes one to know one'?"

"Alright, petite brigand!" He declared, sweeping Shadow up and onto his shoulder with her surprised yet excited squeal. "Let's go find ya a place to cool off!"

"Hey!" Gambit laughed at her indiginant squawk, and despite it all, Shadow couldn't help but grin back.

Remy LeBeau might be a troublemaker, but he was her troublemaker. And that was all that mattered.

[wordspin-shares]

CHARACTER PROFILE — MORGAN HUNT aka PACE | MARVEL

I've been having fandom nostalgia lately and decided to revisit one of my old OCs. A slight revamp gave Morgan new powers and codename, but the rest of the essentials remain much the same. I doubt I will revise and share her story, but I wanted to share this.

[shrinkthisviolet]

Name: Eleanor “Ella” McGee

Fandom: The Flash

Faceclaim: Gillian Anderson

The younger sister of Tina McGee, Ella was often the golden child in their family, a role she resented. She loved Tina incredibly, but after her sister left for America and fell out of touch with her not long after, Ella began to resent her more and more for it. At times, she even believed their parents’ words about Tina being the one to drive the division between them. Years later, she’s made a name for herself as a novelist, under the pseudonym Ella Watson.

Taglist:

@arrthurpendragon @ocappreciationtag @ironverseocs @vexic929 @raith-way

Send me an ask or DM to be added or removed!

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WIP List

Thanks for the tag, @nickelanddamned!

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I...uh...have a lot of WIPs. I call it the Horde o' Plotbunnies for a very good reason. So this list does not include the AWAU WIPs (of which there are many). Also, I sort my WIPs by pairing (usually) or by 'verse, so any listing that has a number after it means there are that many WIPs with that pairing or within that 'verse's folder. If you want to ask for a snippet, give me a number within that range!

Broken Lock - Marika & Milena

Cat!Milena

demon!Lambert/Milena

E/L wrestling

E/OC x 4

Eldritch trio

Eskel & fae

Eskel vs wyverns

Fine dining AU (bullet points only)

G/E x 6

G/E/G2 x 2

G/E/L x 4

G/E/L/J omegaverse claiming

G/J x 17

G/OC prostitute

G/Y words

G2/S post tournament

Gargoyles

Gen x 10

Gweld/Serrit modern college AU

J/W x 2

J/W/C golden 3 - KM

L/? X 3

L/?/M space pirates

L/A x 25

L/A/M x 35

L/A/V save that alpha

L/A/V/M x 4

L/M x 21

L/M(/A?) modern bear trap

L/V cloaked

L/V/M begone to the witchers

M/? x 2

Mafia AU

Modern werewolf pack

V&T sacking

Vanyel in AWAU

Vexart tournament

Vipurr x 2

Weird omegaverse war prize thing

Worth the wyvern barmaid

YW omegaverse acquiring Aiden

Cats Among Wolves x 3

ISNLIV x 3

Pirate Laiden - Aiden POV

gaetan/letho in modern AU

For obvious reasons, I will not be tagging this many people. What I will do instead is say that anyone who feels like playing should absolutely consider themselves tagged!

[gr0wing-th0rns]

It’s teaser Tuesday today! Schwirren dir zur Zeit Kapitel, Strory Oder Oc Ideen im Kopf umher teile alles was du möchtest mit uns? #ffmmff #fanfiction.de #shareyourloveforthingsinyourhead

Erstmal vielen Dank für die Frage! Ich hab leider etwas länger gebraucht diese so beantworten, als ich eigentlich wollte, aber ✨finally✨:

OCs habe ich immer im Kopf, aber im Moment im Fokus stehen Irene Dove Carvell (für @shineyfroggos Curse of Lazarus) und Rowan Fahey (für MoonchildSassi The Path of Corrupted Magic).

🪻 Irene D. Carvell:

"If you can't beat them make them bleed like pigs."

Tochter des Thanatos, Grief Counsellor und Dauercamper. Im Gegensatz zu Cora wird sie oft als harmloser eingestuft, ist aber auf ihre eigene Art mindestens genauso schlimm wie sie. Izzy wirkt als sei sie ein auf einer ganz anderen Sequenz als alle anderen, etwas was nicht unwahr ist, aber sie ist definitiv nicht das Maniac Pixie Dreamgirl, für die sie so mancher Mann gehalten hat. Auch wenn sie ein ständiges seeliges Lächeln auf den Lippen trägt, ist sie ihrer Schwester ähnlicher als man glauben würde. Sie tötet mit dem selben Lächeln mit dem sie jüngere Camper, die ihre ersten Freunde/Geschwister verloren haben tröstet — ein Grund warum die älteren wissen, dass sie nicht das einfache Opfer ist das sie scheint. Sie ist unhinged und I love her.

"Talking about your feelings is SO important. I won't do it but you guys definitly should."

🪻 Rowan Fahey:

"Everytime I make a mistake I think the only solution is to be put down like a sick dog."

Feuerteufel, Sitzenbleiber und Tagträumer. Rowans Ruf ist im Keller, ebenso wie seine Motivation für alles was mit der Schule zu tun hat. Keiner ist sich sicher, wie ausgerechnet er es nach Ravenclaw geschafft hat, am wenigsten seine Mit-Ravenclaws. Anstatt zu lernen, treibt er sich lieber in den versteckten Gängen Hogwarts herum, oder ist in seinen Tagträumen verloren. Trotz schlechten Rufes, ist er eigentlich ein lieber Kerl, mit Liebe für alles Ungeliebte und Weirde. Aber ein resting bitch face und die Angewohnheit Augenkontakt, wie die Plage zu vermeiden, führt dazu, dass die meisten ihn nicht gut genug kennen lernen um festzustellen, dass sein Ruf weniger akkurat ist, als man glaubt.

"I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE. (I can and I will keep doing this.)"

Storys: An dieser Front gibt es seit langer Zeit, tatsächlich das erste Mal wieder etwas! Es gibt 1/5 Prolog, diverse Collagen und eine halbfertige Website. 😌

🪻 strange old things:

"what is home if not the first place we run from."

Genre: (kinda) folk horror/(queer) late coming of age/small town vs. big city life./Urban (low) magic./slice of life.

Plotbunny: Havenfalls, (fiktive) Kleinstadt in der Appalachia Region, ist das Zuhause unser Protagonisten. Eine Stadt geprägt zugleichen Teilen von einer gescheiterten Wirtschaft und einem winzigen Rest von Magie, der in den Legenden und vergessen Orten dieser Welt Zuhause ist. Nach einem verhängnisvollen Nacht, die für ein Aufeinandertreffen mit der Magie des Ortes und ihren Leben sorgt, haben unsere Charaktere alle, einer nach dem anderen den Ort — und hoffentlich die Magie, den Horror ihrer Jugend zurück gelassen. Leider tendiert die Magie dieser Welt dazu, sich nicht gerne ignorieren zu lassen. Zufällig (oder auch nicht) sind sie alle in dieselbe Großstadt gezogen, haben mehr oder minder den Kontakt verloren, während sie versuchen ihren Platz in der Welt zu finden, während die Magie ihnen auf die ein oder andere Weise einen Strich durch die Rechnung macht. Als sieben Jahre später das erste Klassentreffen des 2017 Abschluss Jahrgangs stattfindet, zieht das Schicksal sie wieder in denselben Orbit und ihre Vergangenheit wird präsenter den je. Die Story würde sich in zwei verschieden präsente Timelines aufteilen: Interluden aus 2017, bevor sie den Ort verlassen haben und 2024 vor, während und nach dem Klassentreffen.

Additional Stuff: Ich würde diese Geschichte liebend gerne auf Englisch schreiben, da ich gerade meine Abschlussarbeit und diverse andere Angaben auf Deutsch schreibe und gerne in Übung bleiben möchte. Dementsprechend würde ich diese Geschichte vermutlich auf Ao3.org hochladen (Fanfiktion erlaubt nur deutsche Prosa), aber sie trotzdem als mmff aufziehen, bestehe daran Interesse? 👀 Der Steckbrief kann natürlich trotzdem auf Deutsch ausgefüllt werden, es geht mir lediglich daran, dass ich in Englischer Prosa fit bleibe. ✨

[goldenhand9107]

so i've been thinking about long-term bucktommy stuff, and, im ride or die for this ship rn, i'm on this boat until it sinks. but i've been brainstorming about ways in which this series actually ends, more specifically how bucktommy ends.

i genuinely would be so down for them to be the endgame ship, even if it means we don't get to see Buck going on one-off dates with guys the same way he does with women (which i've kinda been plotbunnying abt in my head). but there's just no way to tell this far in advance, esp when we don't have the end of the show end in sight. so it's all just theories and speculation at this point.

but, i was wondering, yknow, if they do end with Buddie or even with Buck with someone else (or maybe he ends the show single! who knows!) I was thinking about ways which in which Tommy and Buck's relationship ends.

and i think the clearest answer is this: Tommy doesn't want kids.

we've know literally since the pilot that Buck has a soft spot for kids. for kids on calls, for his best friend's kid, hell, he's a donor dad. this has never been up for discussion and i think a lot of the fandom is in agreement that Buck should be a proper dad before the show ends. whatever that looks like, if it's just a step-up (pun intended) in co-parenting Chris or he has his own kid, via adoption or with a girl. anyway you look at it, by the end of the show, someone will need to have called Buck "dad". with how much they've built him up as loving kids, i'd be pretty upset if the show ends without that.

so, i'm wondering, like, if the plan isn't to have bucktommy endgame (again it's too soon to call one way or another, so this is just all hypothetical) then i think the clearest way to end their relationship as a late-series event would be that: Buck wants kids. Tommy doesn't.

it would definitely be a sucker punch, but i also think it would be interesting to explore how Buck handles this situation, where the relationship doesn't end because either person wants it too (Ali) or because his partners prioritized other things over Buck's feelings (Abby and Taylor) but because their outlook on life is simply different. it's a juxtaposition to all of his other relationships, and it would be an incredibly mature storyline to follow as Buck grapples with wanting to be with Tommy but knowing in his heart he couldn't live his life like that. it'd take a crazy amount of maturity on his end to go through this in a healthy manner, but i think a late-series Buck is developed enough to do that.

so, as much as it'd be heart-wrenching, if they don't go the bucktommy endgame for this show, this is a way in which i envision them ending their relationship. and don't get me wrong, i love the fics with Tommy being adorable with Jee or an OC adopted kid he has with Buck, and just overall loving kids as much as Buck, but we just don't know enough about his character yet to know properly if that is what his attitude is.

just some food for thought.

[nyd-needs-cuddles]

There's actually two other aus that spawned from this one (I blame discord)

The og au, aka the CB-verse

NH-verse (Novel Howls moving castle, because that's the vibes this au gave me): set in the untold origins-era, Ranpo has a habit of randomly dialing phone #'s and jack, still stuck in America w/ his family picks up. The rest is history = co-parenting a 14 y/o genius (+ heavily traumatized 11 y/o girl) speedrun.

AO-verse (Accidental Offering): Lovecraft is awoken from his slumber when a 5 y/o Jack accidentally falls overboard during a trip. Local Eldritch Horror tries to parent Squishy Human Child, the saga.

Jack Canfield (BSD OC)

Ability: Chicken Soup for the Soul

[reyofluke-ocs]

Gravity Falls OC Plotbunny bc i started reading book of bill and i have a desire now for this

Melanie Pines

Age: 17

High School Student

FC: Natalie Dyer

LI: Bill Cipher

The older sister of Mabel and Mason "Dipper" Pines, Melanie has always been protective of her younger siblings and close with them. Getting shipped off to their mysterious Great Uncle Stan in Oregon for the summer isn't ideal but at least Melanie can focus on her siblings and not their parents likely impending divorce. And then Dipper finds a journal and the Pines siblings realize Gravity Falls is anything but normal.

[saltysupercomputer]

How does pinterest see your OC?

Tagged by the great @oh-no-another-idea - thanks a bunch for the tag!

I'll be very softly passing this on to @theimperiumchronicles, @dreaming-goblin, @aziz-reads, @televisionjester, @aether-wasteland-s and anyone who wants to join :)

rules: search the name of your oc followed by the word 1. fashion 2. pantone 3. food 4. mood, and use the first pin (or second OR TENTH...) that comes up in your search.

I'd be lying if I said that I'm not being plagued by Plotbunnies at the moment but oh well, there ain't no rest for the wicked. Nonetheless, here are the images for our five main characters in Starchaser!

Phoenix

Pretty accurate! But I can't see our favorite, disheveled short-king-space-warrior running around in such a fancy gown tbh

Sora

A lot less fitting than for Phoenix. And yes, the only thing that came up for fashion was Kingdom Hearts cosplay for some reason

Tab

Now we're starting to get somewhere that fits the bill! Except for the computer tabs. But that's what you get for giving your nonhuman characters nonhuman names

Falcon

Yeah. So in retrospect, using the WIP with the most literal names probably wasn't smart

Simon

Look... The other images might not really fit... But the golden shorts make up for eveything else!

[taperwolf]

On the topic of fanfiction I'm not writing, I don't think I've mentioned here my most persistent Nijigasaki plotbunny:

Ayumu and Yu discovering — and coming to terms with the fact — that their four collective parents have actually been a polycule for over a decade.

Half of this is my honest suspicion about the situation — really, the two families who've lived in adjacent apartments since before their kids were in school take all their vacations together? — and half is just wanting to play with Marmalade Boy-style shenanigans. Unlike a lot of my fic ideas, there's actually a story here, but I'm vague on some details, and it's been a very long time since I wrote anything as long as this would need to be.

I figure Ayumu would discover this first (both because she's going to fret about things more and because Yu is, as a harem protagonist, contractually obligated to be more oblivious to things), probably by seeing something she wasn't supposed to. Let's say she is running back up the stairs to get the lunch she forgot when she sees each set of parents kissing each other goodbye. She stops, embarrassed, and decides to give them a moment instead of interrupting, which is why she's still standing there to see her dad kiss Yu's mom, and her mom kiss Yu's dad. It's then mostly her shock that keeps her watching the couples regroup again to have the husbands kiss each other, and the wives. (I want the relationship to be totally mutual and all of them bi; part of this is avoiding some of the tropes around combining two married couples and part is that I think it's just more interesting.)

(To avoid the more unsavory end of the Marmalade Boy shenanigans, I think I want it clear that the couples first met each other after the kids were born.)

The next bit would presumably be Ayumu re-evaluating a number of memories — oh, god, was that why Yu and I got our own hotel room on vacation? Why our moms were giggling when our dads went on that fishing trip? — and I think it's funniest most productive if she confides in Setsuna before confronting Yu. Setsuna, then, has to balance being a good friend and comforting Ayumu against letting her imagination treat the situation like fiction and getting overly excited.

And then there's the sequence where Ayumu actually does tell Yu. And I think it'll take a bit for Ayumu to actually spell out the situation and get what's going on I kind of think Yu will under-react, from Ayumu's perspective — this is huge, why isn't she more bothered by this? Because after a little bit of surprise, Yu is going to be largely supportive of their parents, because they're happy, aren't they?

Which is all leading to Ayumu considering how close Yu is to the other club members. "Hitori dake nante erabenai yo!" and all that. Is a relationship like that what Yu wants?

And considering how Ayumu herself feels about some of the other girls — is it what she herself wants?

Anyway. Writing all that out helps some. But turning this into a story would involve a few difficulties. First off, I'd need to turn the parents into full OCs, and flesh out their relationships with their kids a little more — they've been very firmly off-screen.

[chiefpregqueen]

So I was thinking about this little plotbunny all this week and decided to write it yesterday to cheer myself up after I got turned down for a job. I don't feel particularly cheery yet, but I'm glad I wrote this.

Half of these characters are OCs and the other half... Well... If you know what game they're from, no you don't.

This had to be fate’s cruel way of tormenting the fanged rabbit. Marriage to a king after being convinced they could assassinate him, carrying his young, and now sitting on a throne adjacent to his with these pains in their taut abdomen in a tight purple dress where everyone could see them. The Panther King was currently speaking with Don Weaso, a Mafia head he often relied on to carry out his plans. How corrupt politics were. But that was the least of Wolfy's troubles now. Their rounded stomach contracted every few minutes, restrained by the tight satin that stretched over it. The Panther King's amber eyes would glance over every so often, only for a moment. Just long enough for Wolfy to know that he was fully aware of what was happening.

And probably enjoying it.

The Panther King wasn't the only one who noticed the rabbit’s discomfort. The two weasel throne guards, Bill and Bob, were trying very hard not to look at their queen for too long, lest the Panther King catch onto their concern. Bill, the lankier of the two, winced at the way Wolfy squirmed in their seat, quickly glancing away. Bob, the chubby one, had a sinking feeling in his stomach that something was going to go wrong, and very soon.

“So you're saying we should let them bees and wasps take care of each other, then,” the Don seemed to reply to the king. “Then we get rid of whoever's left standing?”

“Yes, let them have their war,” the Panther King replied in his deep, throaty voice. “Or whatever you call their fights. Let them finish each other off.”

Wolfy felt another contraction starting to bubble up in their abdomen, biting their lip with one of their fangs. They'd been hoping these were just braxton hicks, but they'd been going on for hours. Wolfy was petrified of this moment since they learned they were pregnant. What was the infamously brutal king going to do? Was he going to tear the cubs out of the rabbit’s body? Would he force their much smaller form to carry more of his young? Would he simply torment them while they gave birth? Wolfy didn't want to know what his reaction to the labor would be. But after all, the sick fuck had to have picked this uncomfortable dress for them to wear for a reason.

This newest contraction took full force, practically electrocuting the rabbit’s belly from the inside. The purple satin of the dress tightened around the curve of Wolfy's belly and finally…

Finally, Wolfy could no longer keep quiet. An involuntary, throaty moan erupted from them while they squeezed their eyes shut.

Everyone in the room, the Panther King, the Don, Bill, and Bob, all looked over at the small queen. Wolfy opened their eyes to the sight of everyone staring at them in silence, then covered their mouth in embarrassment. That was when the Panther King gave one of his sinister laughs.

“I was wondering when you'd crack,” he boasted. “Such a beautiful sight you are like this, not like when you mistakenly tried to be a hero nine months ago.”

Wolfy shuddered under his gaze as the contraction subsided.

“No… Nothing like before,” the Panther King continued. “This is much more suitable for you, my queen.”

“Sire-”

The Panther King immediately whipped his head to look at the lanky guard who dared speak out of turn.

“I did not give you permission to speak,” he snarled.

“Don't… don't be angry with him… please,” Wolfy finally spoke, though their voice was quivering and low. “He meant no harm.”

The Panther King narrowed his yellow eyes, then glanced back at his two guards. He motioned with his massive, clawed paw for Bill to continue.

“Well, um, Sire. Perhaps the Queen needs to go away now,” Bill explained. “Shall we take them to their chambers?”

“Hmmm… I don't know,” the Panther King almost purred as his other massive paw fell upon Wolfy's belly. “Should I let her have privacy during this trying time? Should I show her mercy? Or should I further punish her for thinking she could overthrow me?”

As he spoke, the Panther King’s claw traced over the fabric covering Wolfy's swell, a finger occasionally pressing down and causing the rabbit to whimper.

“What do you think?”

Starting to feel another contraction form, Wolfy fearfully looked up at the Panther King, words struggling to form in their throat.

“Let them take me… please. For your cubs’ safety if nothing else…”

The Panther King hummed thoughtfully, staring at the rabbit for a long time before finally taking his clawed paw away from their belly.

“Very well. Gentlemen, take her.”

Bob was the first one to reach Wolfy's smaller throne, being closer to them, and quickly took their hand in his to help them up. Bill was close behind, taking Wolfy's other side and swinging an arm around them to help them walk. The three of them hobbled out of the throne room as Wolfy's heart pounded in their chest. They couldn't believe they just spoke up to the king like that. And got their way no less!

“Wolfy…?” Bob looked to the rabbit, his normally nonchalant, half-lidded eyes wide with concern. “Yer a’right, love?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Wolfy answered with a gasp of air. “I just need to lie down and… well…. Let's just get there. Nothing else we can do.”

The trio quietly made their way through the long hallway of the castle, the weasels doing their best not to panic. Suddenly, Wolfy stopped walking, seething between their teeth as their eyes shut tightly.

“Wolfy?” Bill urged. “What's wrong?”

“Speak t’us,” Bob added.

The contraction forming this time was even stronger than the last, causing Wolfy to gasp for air. That was when a spray of water burst out from under their dress. The two weasels’ eyes shot wide open at the sight.

“We've got t’ get ‘em there,” Bob was the first one to speak. “Now.”

Bill nodded and started to walk the rabbit forward as best as he could, but Wolfy could only manage a few steps before they hunched over as they clutched their still contracting abdomen. They groaned, desperate for it to pass.

It was then that another weasel, one that strongly resembled Bill but with numerous whiskers and scruffier fur, briskly approached.

“Is the lady in labor?” He asked.

“Dad, for the last time, they're not a lady,” Bill answered. “And yes! We need help!”

“I'll get your mothers, boys. They'll know what to do,” the older weasel replied. “Just hurry up and get he- them to their chambers!”

“Yeh, we're bluidy tryin’, Will,” Bob huffed.

The older weasel, Will, scurried away as Bill crouched down to Wolfy's height.

“Wolfy, please, we need you to walk. You can cuss the whole time, I promise.”

“A-alright. I'm walking, I'm walking,” Wolfy gasped as that long contraction finally started to die down.

As the rabbit finally cooperated, they found that the royal chambers weren't too much further. Upon finally reaching the massive room, Wolfy collapsed onto the nest they made for themself on the mattress they had on the floor a few feet away from the Panther King's bed. Not that the king didn't want his unwilling queen next to him as they slept, but at some point during their pregnancy Wolfy could no longer climb onto the gigantic bed. Therefore, they opted to make themself a nest instead. It was a good excuse to get away from the Panther King at night.

Rolling into their side and letting their head fall into one of their pillows, Wolfy groaned. Once again the satin of the dress was constraining their large belly and they couldn't stand it anymore. Suddenly, they felt a hand start rubbing their back.

“Take deep breaths,” Bill said softly. “It's going to be okay.”

“Yeh,” Bob was at Wolfy's front, gently taking their hand and rubbing it. “We'll be ‘ere. Right ‘ere.”

Almost synchronized, the two weasels pecked a kiss on either side of Wolfy's face. Wolfy took turns nuzzling both in return.

“Thank you,” they whispered. “I love you guys.”

Just then, two more weasels wearing maid uniforms with the kingdom insignia on them came running in, one thin with short, honey-colored hair and one portly that strongly resembled Bob except with dark brown hair in a bun. The thinner one carried a large pile of folded towels while the portly one carried a bucket of warm water.

“Are the babes coming already?” The thin one asked, out of breath. “I hope we're not late!”

“Th’ queen’s water just broke, Mia. I think we're right on time,” the portly one replied as she rushed to the nest’s side and set down the bucket. “Bob! Yeh didn't take th’ bluidy dress off ‘em? Th’ poor thing's got th’ breath constricted out of ‘em and yeh ‘aven’t taken the dress off!”

“Sorry, Mum,” Bob answered meekly. “We just got ‘ere!”

“Here,” the thin maid, Mia, uttered as she put down the towels and started to unhook Wolfy's dress from the back.

Slowly, Wolfy started to feel less and less confined until the two women finally peeled the dress off of their body. Free from its satin prison, their naked belly hung low, Wolfy's large breasts rested just on top of it. The rabbit breathed a sigh of relief as they unconsciously rubbed their belly, looking up gratefully at the two women.

“Thanks, Mia. Vivian.”

“Of course, dear,” Mia replied. “Comfortable?”

“As much as I could be, I guess,” Wolfy sighed, rolling into their back. They knew what came next.

“A’right, open yer legs now,” Bob's mother, Vivian, urged. “Time t’ see ‘ow far along yeh are, dear.”

Wolfy nodded and opened their legs, shuddering before they felt Bob and Bill put their hands on each shoulder.

“They know wot they're doin’,” Bob whispered. “Yer in good ‘ands now.”

“Yeah, they delivered each other's babies,” Bill added.

Vivian was between Wolfy's legs, tracing her finger around their labia trying to measure how wide it was.

“Yer just about there, love,” she said. “On th’ next pain yeh can start pushing. Mia, shut th’ door. Queen's gonna need their privacy.”

Mia ran over to the door to shut it. Bob was trying to pull whatever pillow he could to prop Wolfy up while Bill nervously held their hand, stroking it.

“It's going to be okay. Hopefully the cubs aren't that big.”

“Bill, shut yer mouth. Stupid prat,” Bob huffed as he carefully leaned Wolfy forward and set another pillow behind them. “He doesn't mean ta scare yeh, Wolfy. He's joost talkin’ out his arse.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I got that,” Wolfy said, less concerned with what was being said to them and more concerned with what was coming.

There was that electrifying feeling in their stomach again, this time even stronger. They stiffened their body, grabbing their bare swell with their free hand.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck,” they moaned.

“Easy, love,” Vivian ushered, a hand on Wolfy's knee. “Relax yer body and do what it says.”

“Ugh… A-alright…”

Wolfy tried to resist the urge to further stiffen up, relaxing their body as they began to bare down. Bob immediately took Wolfy's hand off their stomach and squeezed it reassuringly.

“Deep breaths, love,” he whispered.

Wolfy nodded as they took a deep breath, then another. Soon, the contraction ended and Wolfy laid their head back against the pillows.

“Fuck, fuck… I gotta do that for another few hours?” They gasped.

“Don't think it's gonna be that that long, Yer Majesty,” Vivian replied. “Could one of yeh fetch them some water?”

Bill stood up immediately, giving Bob a look that said “take care of them” before leaving the room. Bob leaned down to peck another kiss on Wolfy's nose.

“Yeh doin’ a’right?” He asked.

“I'll live, I guess,” Wolfy answered, out of breath already.

“We'll make sure yeh do,” Bob stated, though he himself was terrified of what could happen.

Bill returned with a glass of water just as Wolfy was finishing their next contraction, groaning again while they stopped pushing. They were leaning back against Bob’s hand that had been rubbing their back. Bill approached with the glass outstretched, offering it to Wolfy. The rabbit took the glass immediately, sipping it before handing it back to the lanky weasel.

“Thanks, Bill,” they uttered.

“Of course, love,” he replied. “How's it going?”

“Viv doesn't see anything yet and poor Wolfy's worn out already,” Mia answered. “Their nerves must've been shot sitting next to that brute…”

“There's a way to make this go more quickly, then,” Vivian added. “Are yeh a’right with bein’ ‘eld up, Yer Majesty?”

“Anything to make this quick,” Wolfy sighed.

“A’right. Bill, would yeh help Wolfy stand?” Vivian asked.

Bill nodded and handed the glass he held to Bob. Bill wedged himself behind Wolfy and set his hands on their waist. With his help, Wolfy lifted themself to their feet, knees buckled as they leaned back against him. Another contraction started to hit just then and they bore down ferociously.

“There we go! That's it! Gravity should ‘elp now,” Vivian exclaimed.

It was maybe two or three more contractions before Wolfy started to feel the pressure of a head edging their birth canal. They grunted before Bob lifted the glass of water to their lips and they took another sip.

“Thanks, Bob. Oh, fuck… I feel it right there,” Wolfy uttered, holding back another moan.

“That's a good sign,” said Vivian. “We've got our first babe almost out. Boys, keep supporting ‘em.”

Bill nodded, nuzzling Wolfy from behind while Bob squeezed their hand. Then came another contraction, then another, and soon the first cub’s head was starting to poke out of Wolfy's opening.

“There it is! Joost a little more effort, love,” Vivian said, feeling around Wolfy's opening.

With another push, the head was completely out. It was small, like a newborn rabbit, but with velvety black fur and looked very much like a panther. The rest of the body followed soon after, squishy and almost bean-shaped with a rabbit's stubby tail.

“It's a girl,” Vivian stated, lifting the newborn up for Wolfy's view.

Wolfy tried to be hateful toward the wailing cub, but they couldn't bring themself to. Despite the little one's father, she was still just an innocent cub. Wolfy's innocent cub. But Wolfy wasn't particularly attached to her, either, not yet anyway.

The newborn was handed to Mia, who washed her off gently with a towel and the warm water Vivian had provided earlier. As Mia gently hushed her, the little one started to quiet down. Bill and Bob both stared at the little one in awe. They just witnessed that living, breathing baby come from their queen, their love. Bob, who always loved children, was especially taken with this little one.

“Wolfy, love… Have yeh got a name for ‘er?” He asked in a whisper.

“Eurydice,” Wolfy replied quietly. “That's… that's what I planned to name a daughter if I had one.”

“Joost like that play yeh like so much,” said Bob. “It's beautiful.”

“Eurydice,” Bill repeated. “How lovely.”

Just then a new contraction erupted from within Wolfy, indicating the next cub was ready to be born. Wolfy swore under their breath and bore down once again, starting to feel the second one move down already.

“Fuck, standing upright really works,” Wolfy huffed in between breaths.

At least pushing seemed to relieve the pain of the contraction a little, Wolfy thought. It wasn't long before they felt the second cub's body almost halfway through their birth canal as they whimpered.

“A-ah! It's coming too quickly,” Wolfy cried, undergoing more pressure than they could take.

“That's good, dear,” Vivian replied reassuringly. “It means this'll all be over soon.”

Soon, the top of the head was peeking out, two long ears slowly unfolding from out of Wolfy's opening. With another push came the rest of the head, then the rest of the body with the next.

“A boy,” Vivian exclaimed, holding the newest member of the royal family up for all to see.

He had silver fur and looked more rabbit than panther this time. He wailed as he was handed off to Mia, calming down slowly as she cleaned him off.

“What about that one?” Bill asked.

“That… that's Silver,” Wolfy answered, gasping for air.

“Take it easy,” Bob urged, rubbing Wolfy's hand.

The next one Wolfy hoped was their last, the body moving down as quickly as its older brother did. Wolfy could feel it starting to edge their birth canal almost immediately, gripping Bob's hand tightly while they bore down yet again. Bob squeezed their hand back, whispering sweet nothings that the rabbit could barely hear.

“It's going to be alright,” Bill whispered as well. “It's almost over, I can feel it.”

Soon after, the head started to inch out from between Wolfy's folds. With another push it was out, revealing another small panther head to Vivian, but chocolate brown like its mother's fur.

“C’mon, love,” Vivian urged. “Yer almost there.”

With one last push came the rest of the bean-like body, brown fur velvety like his siblings. It took just a few seconds of Vivian clearing his airway for him to cry.

“Another boy,” she stated, holding up the little brown panther for all to see.

The newborn joined his siblings in being cleaned off by Mia as Wolfy looked on. They wanted to be cruel. They wanted so badly to be a bigger monster than the Panther King was just to show him that they could be. They wanted to hate their new children, but they just couldn't.

“That one's Cocoa,” Wolfy gasped, about ready to collapse.

“Right, Ah think that's it,” Vivian said, feeling around Wolfy's now deflated belly for any signs of life. “Bill, lay ‘em down. Let ‘em rest. They've been through a lot.”

Bill started to slowly help Wolfy lay back down, careful to make sure their head rested against the pillows. Mia handed the two now swaddled elder cubs to Wolfy, the two newborns instinctively latching over their bare breasts and starting to suckle. Wolfy once wanted to get rid of those very same breasts and hoped that after overthrowing the king and using his money to improve the kingdom, there'd be some left over so they could finally afford that top surgery. Now those breasts were feeding his children. Great.

“Yeh were amazin’, Wolfy,” Bob whispered before giving the rabbit another kiss. “Don't worry; we'll all be ‘ere ta ‘elp wi’ th’ little ones.”

“Thank you, my loves,” Wolfy replied, though they started to tear up. “It means a lot.”

“Are you crying?” Bill asked, sitting himself down next to the now weeping rabbit. “What's wrong?”

“It's just,” Wolfy sniffled. “He's going to be here soon and… and…”

Wolfy whimpered as the two men started to wipe their tears. Not the Panther King, not again. They couldn't take it anymore! Bill, Bob, and their kind families helped Wolfy through these past few months of being married to the king and carrying his young, but for how much longer would it be enough? What if he discovered the two guards’ love for their queen? What then? And just the thought of his presence alone was enough to make Wolfy shudder.

“We know, Wolfy. We know how horrible he is,” Bill said. “He's sent us to our chambers with tails between our legs more times than we can count.”

“Not ‘elpin’, Bill,” Bob retorted. “Wot he's tryna say is we understand. But we'll be ‘ere. Us and our parents. We'll take care of yeh.”

“That's right, dear,” Mia added. “Now let little Cocoa here have his turn.”

Bob took the two older siblings in his arms while Mia handed Cocoa off to Wolfy. As Cocoa started to suckle, Bob rocked the older two siblings and cooed at them to keep them calm. Bill pulled a blanket over Wolfy's legs once Vivian was done cleaning the rabbit off. Wolfy just rested back against the pillows, tears continuing to flow from their eyes. Yet, as much as they were full of despair at their situation, they felt a glimmer of hope. They had a family right here, not just with their cubs but with the weasels that helped them through delivering them. Somehow, some way, things would be okay.

And after all, maybe killing the bastard they were married to could work a second time.

[jmtorres]

ETA 1/16/25 My inbox is closed due to I get spam at 20:1 ratio to legitimate messages.

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ETA 11/24/24 I will continue to focus on pretty & fun content like art, knitting, cats, etc but I'm releasing my stranglehold on not discussing hard stuff ever.

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I thought as a fannish tumblr I could stumble along without a *jazz hands* policy but I guess I gotta pin a post.

I am on Tumblr for fun.

If you send an ask for money I will block and report spam.

Below the cut: stuff I reblog, sideblogs, stuff I try to avoid, block policies, queue, do not ask me for money, and as a palate cleanser to thank you for reading, a nice picture of my cat.

I like to reblog:

pictures of animals and flowers

fannish stuff about shows, books and podcasts I'm enjoying (I like a lot of shit and I'm a fannish butterfly and/or magpie, it's not useful for me to post a fandom list, it expands often) (this includes thinking about characters banging, if you are an "anti" you will probably not enjoy my blog)

sometimes chronic health stuff, that's less fun but the spoonie community sometimes offers advice i find useful or just, relatable weariness

neurodivergent stuff too

food and recipes

art (no AI. if you see me reblog AI-generated content feel free to let me know) (by the way I HATE being suspicious of artists and trying to figure out if something is genuinely creative or machine-mixed.)

architecture and interior decor

fashion

hot people, often wearing fashion

if it makes me laugh. memes and shit.

language/linguistics stuff

filmmaking stuff

knitting and other fibercrafts

general nerdery

queer stuff (history, queer rep, talking about the queer experience, hot queer people flaunting it)

jewish stuff (usually cultural, some midrash, I try not to post about current events see below)

scifi & fantasy writing/what-ifs/meta

polls I miss LJ clicky-boxes but i vote in all kinds of polls it activates something in my brain

like literally whatever interests me, this is a personal blog, not themed*

* i have a couple of themed blogs, which I very occasionally update:

@teachdeathtodye, about both fiber and hair dyeing

@wheresmygoddamnlunarbase, about surprising or exciting scientific and technological advancements.

any other blogs that are not defunct? apparently as of 2023 I still post to @hewasonfogmachine, which was essentially a moodboard for an epic plotbunny I never wrote. it was a rock star AU, so lots of interesting musical instruments and performances. also an MCU/Mission Impossible fusion so hot pics of actors from both franchises, and my fancasts for OCs. either a very specific or very random themed blog, but if it's to your taste, enjoy.

But back to THIS blog!

I try not to post about politics (I am trying not to even read about politics on tumblr tbh) but sometimes the moment moves me. I will tag relevantly (I use "us politics" for American shit and "i/p" for the Israel-Palestine conflict).

I believe in curating my tumblr experience. I filter a lot of keywords and tags, but I also unfollow people if you post something that upsets me and gets past the filters. It's rarely personal. Who I follow is meant to give me an interesting and pleasing dashboard experience, not necessarily be a reflection of who I'm friends with.

I block fairly liberally. If I find your posts/opinions antithetical to my existence or my friends' existence, I will do my damndest to block you rather than argue with you (sorry if i was unable to resist arguing with you before I remembered the block button).

I softblock declared minors who follow me. I'm not an "adult" blog per se but I'm not filtering my content for children and also if you are a minor for your own safety you should not be announcing it on the internet, get that shit off your profile.

I periodically check who follows me and I might softblock (or hardblock) you if I do not think we are compatible (ie you have a DNI that lists people like me but followed me anyway for some reason??)

I queue shit and don't mark it queued so me posting is never an indication of whether I'm actually online.

And here's the thing I need to say that got me to pin a post:

I do not reblog ANY requests for money, I do not respond to asks from people I don't know personally asking for money. I'm on Tumblr for fun and my wallet is not available.

If you send me something like that and it looks spammy (which if you're cold calling, it does), I will report you to Tumblr. If you send me something like that and we don't know each other at all, I will block you. (If I know you I will probably gently remind you I don't do that. Unless I know you but you've been borderline annoying or upsetting in the past, in which case I might just block you anyway.)

Look. The world sucks. A lot of us are in financial straits and are not getting the support we need from our communities, our governments, our families. But I don't have the energy to figure out if you're "deserving" and I'm not loaded either. I do my volunteering/community aid locally in person, not online, to be sure I know who I'm helping, and because a lot of the help I am able to provide is via action rather than money. I am very sorry for the failures of our society that have made social media your best chance of getting help, but please don't ask me to participate in that.

Here's my cat.

The end

[sullustangin]

Many thanks to @shywizardflower // @harukoo14 (I'm having trouble tagging your main) for illustrating my minor insanity.

Because you see, I'm in a guild with Khano Vexa, main OC of @vexa-legacy who has a heart of gold and a sometimes Rated R life....we talk about art and fic.

And I just finished a fic exchange centering around Vexa Pasan, one of the OCs of @starknstarwars. She's a child/young teenager and a super light-sidey Jedi with a destiny...

There are just some activities that one Vexa does, but not the other. And that goes both ways, as illustrated above! So I've been having some cognitive dissonance trying to catch and feed plotbunnies for "Vexa."

Here's to the Vexas!

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@shywizardflower //@harukoo14 has a Ko-fi, and their commissions are open.

[askoneweirddecepticonfamily]

Transformers GI plotbunny???

Sould I write up the funny breakup fight between OC Cindy and her ex-boyfriend Scott in front of the Seekers and Coneheads? I've been mulling the idea in my head for a week now.