#sol/lex

[spiced-cider-snz]

Morning, Dove - (OC, m/m, inducing, slight NSFW implied)

[written 5.22.24] full image and fic under cut.

⚠️VANILLA/NON-KINK BLOGS DNI!!⚠️

Alex straddled his hips, effectively pinning him to the bed, one hand still mysteriously tucked behind his back, the other cupping Sol’s jaw as they kissed. 

“Pretty little thing.”

Sol glanced at him, half-lidded, grinning slightly at the compliment. 

Alex’s thumb grazed over his septum ring, drawing him back to consciousness. 

“But prettier when you’re helpless.”

Alex straddled his hips, effectively pinning him to the bed, one hand still mysteriously tucked behind his back, the other cupping Sol’s jaw as they kissed. 

“Pretty little thing.”

Sol glanced at him, half-lidded in the morning sun, grinning slightly at the compliment. 

Alex’s thumb grazed over his septum ring, drawing him back to consciousness. 

“But prettier when you’re helpless.”

Then Sol was pushed back into the mattress, one-handed, Alex successfully trapping both legs and the taller man’s right arm with the free limbs he had available. 

His nose itched. 

It wasn’t just the touch, right? He wasn’t even close to being as sensitive as his boyfriend, the tap on his piercing shouldn’t have done-

Alex brough his hand out from behind his back, and let the contents come to rest delicately on Sol’s chest - a medium gray-and-white striped feather.

That bastard.

Feathers had always been Sol’s worst allergy, and Alex knew that- was this revenge for the little perfume stunt he’d pulled the other day?

He’d begun to itch before even seeing it, but now knowing its proximity to him, his nose began to react, and he’d have twisted away if Alex hadn’t been holding him down.

“Hihh-hh…wa-ihh-t…I ca-ca-hh-n’t tehh-!”

Alex traced the feather down his body - away from his face, but no less tortuous. “Hiihh-hh-”  

Alex’s eyes had overtaken with lust, and he leaned into Sol, semi-grinding against his hips. “Shoulda thought of that before what you did, hmm?”

The feather hadn’t even passed Sol’s collarbone, and he was sure he’d already fallen apart more than Alex was expecting, given the pressure the shorter man was putting on his lower half. 

He wiggled his arm free to rub away the itch, but the mistake came when Alex’s feather-holding hand was the one that moved to pin it, the offending object whipping by Sol’s face, far closer than he’d wanted. “Hhhh-!” 

A gasp for breath, and a tingle that died out in his nose. Fuck.

“Oh, you weren’t kidding, huh?” Alex’s voice, gone dark with arousal, hand trembling slightly where it had pinned him, “You really are that allergic.”

 A pause, as the tickle persisted. 

“You sound so itchy…” Alex pressed further into him, a soft brush against his sternum and a twitch in his nose telling him the feather was returning. “...but you haven’t actually sneezed yet, have you?”

“I-hhh!...I have t-to…” He was certain it was still nowhere near his face, but he could still feel it , wispy edges clinging to the insides of his nostrils. “A-ahhh-lex…hhh…it tihh-…”

A choked moan from above him, and a slow grind against his hips would have made him grin, had Sol not been focused on how tremendously itchy he was. He was growing hotter now too, something about a shared kink -ihhH and knowing his pahh-artner was coming apart from just this-

“HihhhHH-!”

“Your nose is all pink, and I haven’t even touched it yet,” Alex observed, the grin audible in his tone. “I wonder what happens if I…”

Something horribly soft brushed against Sol’s lips, and the allergic itch increased tenfold. 

His nose crinkled, and

“HhhiHHHKCIIUU!...hhhHHiiHHH..HECHHHuuU!”

His body jerked against Alex’s hold. “Heuhhh…”

“T-that was fast,” Composure and arousal fought in the older man’s voice, his expression indecipherable through an eyeful of allergic tears. Sol ground up against him regardless, the startled moan enough of a sign that his suffering was definitely having quite the effect.

“W-hhh!-what’s the-hhahhh…ihh…th’matter?”

He knew it came out more desperate than cocky, laced with hitches, but Alex threw all his weight onto Sol’s shoulder, flattening him in the sheets. “You’re- You’re gonna be the death of me, Angelo.”

He was close already, Sol could hear it in his voice, and it was proven seconds later by the feather back up in his face, tracing along his nose, across his septum, the fibers catching as they went, the pink irritation deepening with each swipe. 

“F-hhHH-HHiihh-ck-..you ca-hhHHAhn’t just-”

The delicate tip of the feather caught the inside of his twitching nostril, finally, and it was over.

“HehhhEIIIISH!! HAhhHKCIIUU!!..hhHHEH! Hh-hh-ihh-HEIIIISHHUU! HAHH-EISHHOOOh!! EEIISHHH!! HACHEIIICCKHHHHH!!” 

“F-fuck-! I’m gonna-” 

He felt Alex lose control over him, the feather forgotten, nails pressing into his arm. He couldn’t do much but sneeze for a minute, but eventually opened his eyes to his boyfriend leaning back on his heels, flushed and gasping for air in a much different way than he was. 

Hot.

Alex’s head dipped to the side, grinning down at him. “S’pose it’s time for me to take care of you now.”

Sol scrubbed harshly against his nose as Alex reached into his pants, knowing the tickle wouldn’t be gone for a while - hell, he could feel the next fit starting deep in his sinuses - but they could at least make use of it while they were here.

“Suppo-hhihH-suppose it is.”

~End~ 

-Cider

edit: art updated 5/29/25

[ilovescp]

A request from @omnishanked

[jellyfilledeyes]

Ooooh right you went to a cat cafe for the first time recently!!So Outcast Godlings + cat cafe related hcs👀?

oh i got you bbg/platonic

Nico- is EXTREMELY nervous not cause he's scared of cat but because he doesn't want to hurt the cats, at some point a cat will just randomly jump in his lap and he nearly cries (of happiness) he also took a nap with said cat, got a coffee cause he like the cute cat design hated the taste and got hot coco instead

Hazel- babygirl's so happy all the others think she might explode, she immediately went for the treats to feed them and then got jumped by 10 cats (its ok she's having the time of her life), all the black cats tried to leave with her they had to be pried way, begs percy to bring her back everyday, she went straight for the deserts she eats to much then gets a tummy ache :[

Percy- is a regular there knows all the staff and cats names, as soon as he walks in all the cats go after him cause they know he'll pet them all, may or may not sneak treats into the cafe and DIY lil accessories for his fav cats but the staff don't mind cuz they all love him , the staff make him custom blue drinks for free

Lex-so happy all the others think she might explode x 2 , their the cat whisperer even the most not friendly cats like them (they joke its because their catgender) is their so often people think they actually work their, they and hazel will make lil friendship bracelets for the cats, got the special desert shortcake cause it had strawberry cat ears

im gonna be so fr the cafes is still in business because of the 4 of them

bonus sol cuz i can- acts like a crazy cat lady, vibrating with so much happiness, no one knows how but they know exactly what all the cats want at any time, goes then every other weekend to point the cats get sad when they don't show up, just gets a cookie cause they just come here for cats

[themagistersbirthright]

i should really get void shadows if only for the bladedancer archetype.

[natalievoncatte]

4. Garden

Kara waited as long as she could. Taking to the air, she lifted herself to cloud-height, ignoring the bite of the upper-atmospheric chill as the high winds snapped at her cape. Hovering in the air, she took a moment to unbind her senses, expanding her awareness to let in the cacophony of sounds she usually suppressed through years of focused willpower and concentration.

She rocked in the air, shocked by the sensitivity of her own ears. Jeremiah and then Eliza had taught her this, made the world in its vastness small enough that she could live in it.

Clark had taught her to reach out, to hear, as well as see and smell and taste and feel, beyond. Sol’s gentle kiss did more than expand her awareness and multiply her strength, it activated pathways in her brain itself, giving her a control over her senses that she could never match under a red star.

It took only moments to sift out the quiet sounds of Lena’s pulse and her gentle, hissing breaths as she fought back sobs.

Air folded around her as she shatters the sound barrier, flying high enough that the boom that followed her would be a mere puff to the ground. Another trick she picked up from Clark, using the earth’s rotation to speed her flight.

Kara touched down at a familiar but foreboding place: the Luthor estate.

All that had been the property of her family was hers now, a gift and a curse. Lena had talked about making it an orphanage or a long-term care hospital or a new children’s medical campus, but the building itself had held her back. What malevolent secrets had Lex left behind? Booby traps? Sentinel robots hiding in the walls? Caches of weapons or Lexosuits?

A Kryptonite bomb, to spit death at her for hate’s sake?

Kara hesitated, but Lena was here and upset. She went inside.

It was immediately obvious where Lex had reinforced walls and lined rooms with lead. Kara listened for Lena, finding that the trail of sound led her outside.

She had to use her x-ray vision.

Lena was kneeling in an hidden place, a walled off section of the formal gardens. Kara found the entrance cleverly disguised, a section of wall where one slipped through a gap and turned left then right and came out in a tiny, overgrown courtyard.

Kneeling, Lena was surrounded by pruning shears and garden implements, dressed to work outside. She looked so out of place it was almost a little silly to see, but there she was.

Kara could see that Lena had already been working on cleaning and clearing. She knelt before a small plumeria plant, resting in a well kept pot.

“Lex let it all die,” said Lena. “He knew it was here. He could have kept it for me, but he didn’t. I suppose I’m lucky that Lillian didn’t rip it up and install a septic tank.”

Kara walked over, standing next to her.

“My father built this. It’s a replica of my mother’s garden. We had a little walled garden next to the cottage where I lived with her before I came to live with the Luthors.”

Kara said nothing, instead brushing a lock of Lena’s now-curly hair back from her shoulder.

“He never showed it to me.”

“Why?”

“My parentage was his dirtiest secret. Lillian didn’t even tell me until she thought she could use it.”

“Do you think he loved her?”

“I have no idea. He loved me, I think. He loved Lex but in a different way. I don’t think he even liked Lillian.”

“You’ve never told me about him.”

“It wasn’t easy being his child. He drank too much, neglected the company, and drank more when things went badly for us. The family was actually in trouble until Lex turned it around. He started managing things when I was in grade school. By the end, he’d spend all day in his study and I’d spend half the night sitting with him while he talked and told me stories. Lillian hated him for it.”

“You miss him.”

“I miss them both. I miss Lex. I miss him so much. I mourn him every day.”

“I know,” said Kara.

“My mom died, my father died, my brother went insane.”

“Lena…”

“Is it me?”

“It’s not, you know it’s not.”

“Is it my witch blood? Am I cursed?”

Kara knelt beside her, pulling her cape across Lena’s shoulders to fight the autumn chill. Lena leaned into her.

“What if it is a curse? What if it gets our little one too?”

Kara put her hand on Lena’s belly, spreading her fingers. There was no bump yet. Kara listened intently, eagerly awaiting a moment she would never forget, when a second heartbeat joined Lena’s. It hadn’t come yet but it would.

“Nothing is going to get our baby,” said Kara. “Their moms are Supergirl and Lena Luthor. We can do anything.”

“It’s going to be a children’s hospital,” said Lena. “The house. A lot of the grounds are going to be torn out, but I’m keeping this garden. I’m going to give my mom a memorial. I think I might put one in for my dad, too.”

“I love you,” Kara murmured. “I love you so much.”

Lena leaned into her and Kara sat down to pull her in.

They sat for a long time, and listened to the wind that shook the leaves.

[solnerao]

Alone

LOG ENTRY: SOL 90

It occurred to me today that someday someone from earth might actually listen to these logs, so I figure I should record a needlessly expository one to get everyone up to speed.

My name is Lena Luthor.

It's been 90 martian days since I landed here with the rest of the crew. That's what, 92 earth days? Mars spins just a little on the slow side.

On sol 6 a dust storm was going to knock over the rocket we brought to take us home, so the rest of the crew went home and left me behind to die. Well, they thought I was already dead and left. To be honest, not their fault at all.

So I'm alone here on mars, no way home, no way to communicate, only enough food for a year, and everyone thinks I'm dead. Which sounds miserable but luckily I do have this disco music to listen to, courtesy of Commander Lewis.

And, if I can get these potatoes to grow in martian soil, which I definitely can, then I can survive long enough for the next mission to arrive.

Which should be in about 4 years.

Which does honestly sound like a long time to be alone. But I've been alone before. Most of the time, to be honest, it's how I do my best work.

I don't know, maybe I could have done things differently. Asked out that reporter when I had the chance. Not gone to fucking mars.

On the plus side, if I do make it home, she'll be so impressed she'll have to go out with me. I'm pretty sure the president is basically obligated to deliver a eulogy for every astronaut who kicks the bucket up here so everyone in the country must know my name by now. They'll probably show the satellite images and everything— actually, I wonder if they've figured out I'm alive by now. What else do all those NASA technicians even do all day?

Anyway, that's basically the situation. Feel free to keep watching these if you want to hear about my adventures cleaning solar panels and fixing the water reclaimer. Yeah, that'll sell movie tickets.

LOG ENTRY: SOL 91

Fuck. Oh god. Okay. Something just opened the airlock from the outside. There's no locks on it, because why the fuck would there be? There's not supposed to be anything else on this planet. I have like 30 seconds before that airlock opens and I have no idea what to do. Obviously there's no windows in the airlock for structural reasons, I guess the engineers back at NASA didn't consider the hab might be invaded by space aliens. Alright. If this is my last message I have some things I want to say. Commander Lewis your music is awful. Lex you can rot in hell. Kara I always thought you were hot.

Oh shit here we go—

Kara?

Kara Danvers stepped into the hab. She was wearing a button down shirt and khakis, no space helmet. "I've never held my breath that long, that was crazy." She said, panting slightly.

"Kara, what—" Lena began. But before she could finish forming a sentence, Kara was hugging her.

In the hierarchy of times you wanted to run into your crush, not having showered in 3 months in a room full of manure was pretty much bottom of the list. But right now, Lena didn't care. The hug lasted at least 30 seconds before Lena pulled back.

"Kara, what the fuck is going on? How are you here?"

"Oh! I'm Supergirl" Kara said simply.

"That… actually makes a lot of sense"

"I was at the office when I heard you were still alive and I just—" She shook her head. "NASA had some complicated plan to get you home, but I just thought, how far away can Mars really be?"

Lena laughed.

"You ready to go home?" Kara asked.

"Very." Lena was already crossing the room to don her spacesuit.

"Also, I was wondering" Kara said, more hesitant now. "Do you have plans for dinner tomorrow?"

Lena turned to look at Kara. "Do I have plans for dinner tomorrow?" She repeated, smiling. "Kara, I live on mars."

"I— right. Do you want to have dinner with me tomorrow?"

"I would love that."

"Great!" Said Kara, "It's a date! I promise it'll be—" "Don't you dare say it." interjected Lena. "—out of this world."

[shorlibteens]

It's Pride Month!

Check out these LGBTQ+ themed reads at your local library:

GAY & LESBIAN

Last Night at the Telegraph Club / Malinda Lo

Gwen & Art Are Not In Love / Lex Croucher

Pritty / Keith F. Miller, Jr.

The Black Flamingo / Dean Atta

We Deserve Monuments / Jas Hammonds

The Lesbiana's Guide to Catholic School / Sonora Reyes

BI & PAN

Imogen, Obviously / Becky Albertalli

The Luis Ortega Survival Club / Sonora Reyes

The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue / Mackenzi Lee

I Wish You All the Best / Mason Deaver

Ander & Santi Were Here / Jonny Garza Villa

Forever Is Now / Mariama J. Lockington

TRANS & NONBINARY

Pet / Awaeke Emezi

Man o' War / Cory McCarthy

Self-Made Boys / Anna-Marie McLemore

The Honeys / Ryan La Sala

The Sunbearer Trials / Aiden Thomas

Dreadnought / April Daniels

AROMANTIC & ASEXUAL

Wren Martin Ruins It All / Amanda Dewitt

Loveless / Alice Oseman

Planning Perfect / Haley Neil

All Out / edited by Saundra Mitchell

Being Ace / edited by Madeline Dyer

Gender Queer: A Memoir / Maia Kobabe

QUEER & INTERSEX

None of the Above / I. W. Gregorio

Hell Followed With Us / Andrew Joseph White

Just Ash / Sol Santana

Lark & Kasim Start a Revolution / Kacen Callender

Pantomime / Laura Lam

The Heart-Break Bakery / A. R. Capetta

[spiced-cider-snz]

It got yoinked within five minutes I'm not playing these games with this stupid site.

⚠️VANILLA/NON-KINK BLOGS DNI!!⚠️

tl;dr I remembered I'm an artist with free will, and that my boys canonically fuck.

Here. (the rest of my lovely lil' sketch!)

-Cider

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

Cloudy Christmastime

damian wayne x reader x jonathan kent

(A/N): Before anyone protests, I headcanon the Wayne family as celebrating both Jewish holidays like Yom Kippur and Hanukkah as well as Christmas and Easter because yes, Bruce is ethnically Jewish (though may have done Christmas as well) but Dick/Jason/Tim/Steph would have likely celebrated Christmas. So they do both.

Anyway, this is a christmas gift for @glorified-red and literally the 5th take on this fic bc they first said Hallmark movie, then damijon hallmark movie, then whump. And then it took me three tries to get something I was close to happy with so I hope you enjoy. This ended up being a mix of domestic fluff and h/c.

warnings: sensory overload

wc: ~2600

~~

“Tell me again why Santa doesn’t bring us gifts if he’s real. Like our dads have met him. And he still doesn’t bring us presents,” Jon lamented from the couch, bundled up in four blankets. 

From your spot on the floor by the tree, you looked up, an eyebrow raised in amusement. “Because we’re not kids anymore? And how do you know Santa ever brought us gifts?” 

“Perhaps,” Damian added, passing Jon a cup of hot chocolate. He placed a second cup on the coffee table and lifted one to his lips. “He only brought gifts to people to make a point. I never received any from him as a child but father has gotten many over the years.” 

Jon listed to the side, head landing on Damian’s shoulder. “I think that’s worse.”

For the first time in a while, Jon felt Damian’s huff of laughter more than he heard it. Your small chuckle was similarly inaudible. Jon hated solar flaring. Not only was it a pain to deal with for the day and change—one could argue he got either lucky or really unlucky by solar flaring the morning of Christmas Eve—but it always threw his senses out of whack as they trickled back in. And, with the gray skies of Gotham’s winter, Jon was expecting it to be even weirder than usual. It was worth it though, to him, in order to spend the day itself with his partners. It was enough that the Kent family Christmas Eve was ruined by Lex Luthor. He wasn’t going to let his Christmas day be ruined too. 

“I’m sorry, mi sol,” you offered with a shrug and a smile. Jon met your grin with his own. A full-body shiver wracked his frame. Your gaze turned concerned. “You okay?” 

“Yeah,” Jon agreed, “Just chilly.” Damian’s arm wrapped further around Jon, pulling their sides flush against each other. Jon maneuvered the blankets away to soak in his warmth. 

“Ameli, we can turn the heat up,” Damian offered. 

“Nope,” Jon argued, nuzzling into Damian’s neck. “This is good.” Damian’s resulting huff of air teased at the hair on the top of Jon’s head. 

“Mi luna?” You asked from the floor. Damian turned to look at you. Jon followed, eyes traveling over the mound of presents arranged under the tree. There was a pile around the back of the tree against the wall for Damian’s family (Jon still needed to give Dick his gift from the Hanukkah celebration a couple weeks ago. The blue dreidel paper was obvious against the sea of brown, red, and green wrapping paper.), and a smaller one for yours. The empty gap left behind after the Kent Christmas was already filled in with a large box Jon was like ninety percent sure was a new easel for Damian. You ordered it, not him, but Jon couldn’t think of anything else on any of your lists that was even close to that size. “Can you hand me that please?” You gestured to a precarious stack on the coffee table. 

Damian acquiesced, passing over a teetering pile of vaguely book-shaped items. Who those were for was anyone’s guess. Jon was grateful Alfred had helped you and him pay for some of the gifts for Damian. Looking at the gift tags, it otherwise would have been horribly uneven. And Damian himself wouldn’t have minded, Jon knew, but you and him would have been upset about it anyway. He deserves the world, your rohi. Damian pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of you, still arranging presents under the tree. He showed it quickly to Jon before texting it to him immediately. 

“This look okay?” You asked, peeking out from behind the tree. Jon looked it over. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for exactly, but he also wasn’t exactly the reigning opinion on artistic presentation. 

“It looks fine, hayati” Damian said, eyes still trained on his phone. You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“You didn't even look.” 

Damian turned to look at you. “Because I knew it looked fine, beloved.” His eyes scanned the presents. “And it does.” 

You shook your head at him, exasperated, before conceding and sitting heavily on the couch. Scooching in, you nearly pressed up against Jon’s other side. 

“Come closer,” He whined, untangling a hand from the blankets to grab yours. “You’re warm.” 

Jon could feel the look exchanged over his head. 

“I’m not that warm,” you argued even as you grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table and arranged the blankets so that you could fit underneath. “You’re just cold.” 

Jon shrugged. The hand that wasn’t holding yours reached underneath Damian’s shirt and he swore, grabbing Jon’s wrist to keep its chill away. Another look passed over Jon’s head. He wondered sometimes if the two of you were aware he knew what you were doing and just didn’t care. Probably. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, amorcito?” You asked. Jon shrugged. 

“It’s cold outside and I’m human but otherwise yeah. I have you two,” he added smugly. Damian’s playful shoulder hit came at the same time as your muttered “sap.” Jon grinned. “So because I’m sick—sort of—I get to pick the movie. And we’re watching Santa Claus is Coming to Town.” Despite the protests on both sides, the movie was playing before Damian could even get up to turn the lights off. To the side of the couch, the lights on the Christmas tree bathed the room in a soft white glow. 

~

Jon awoke to a cold bed. On a good day, he’d wake with the sun—or whenever it wormed its way through the bedroom’s black out curtains—or to an international emergency. Okay, not that the emergency was good, just that he was feeling good enough to know it was happening. On a bad day, all bets were off. Jon stuck his hand out of the covers, searching blindly for his phone. After a moment of finding nothing but the wood of the end table, the scratchiness of the sheets was unignorable and he gave up, flinging back the covers to get out of bed. Hanging over the side of the dresser was a dark red sweatshirt. Jon grabbed it and tugged it on, rubbing his arms to get the lingering echo of the sheets off his skin. His off kilter super hearing zeroed in on the crooning of Michael Bublé before zooming back out into the general background noise coming from the kitchen. Jon winced, squaring his shoulders. That was a bad sign. But it was Christmas; he’d be fine. 

A quick squint at his phone told Jon that it was just after noon. No wonder the bed was cold. Jon shivered, then grabbed a pair of your fuzzy socks before opening the bedroom door. 

The smell of cinnamon and chocolate coming from the kitchen was pleasant rather than unbearable. Jon let himself breathe it in as he approached quietly. He didn’t even notice you behind him—though that was often true of an average day—before there were arms around his waist and a head on his shoulder. He let himself lean back into the warmth of you. 

“Merry Christmas, mi amor. How are you feeling?” you inquired. Hot breath ghosted across his neck. Jon shrugged. 

“Fine. Excited for today.” He spun around to face you, eyes taking in your christmas pj pants and sweater with a Robin logo. Over your shoulder, Jon could see flashes of blue, likely Damian’s nightwing sweatshirt. “Merry Christmas,” he added, tucking his nose into the spot just underneath your ear for just a moment. No matter what his super senses were like, he took comfort in the smell of the two of you. A hand weaved through his hair, a kiss pressed to the top of his head. Jon pulled back just enough to give you a peck on the lips before being spun around into a kiss from Damian. 

“Merry Christmas, my heart,” Jon muttered, pressing a second lingering kiss to Damian’s jawline. A steady heartbeat pulsed under his fingers, wrapped around Damian’s wrist. 

“Good morning,” Damian said, wrapping an arm around Jon to keep him close. Jon blindly reached out and a second calloused hand found his. A second warm body curled around him. He missed your heartbeats’ song in his ears, but Damian’s pounding steadily under his ear and yours fluttering underneath his fingertips was good enough for right then. “Are you alright?” Damian continued. “It’s late.” His voice was echoey underneath Jon’s ear and Jon flinched instinctively. The two of you reacted immediately, pulling back. 

“Jon?” you asked, voice laced with concern. 

“Yeah,” he managed. “I’m mostly good. About as expected, you know?” Jon offered up a smile. By the looks on your faces, it didn’t do as much reassurance as he’d hoped. “I’m sorry I slept so late.” 

“Don’t apologize,” Damian argued. “There is no reason to.” 

“Yeah, I guess,” Jon sighed. 

“How are you feeling about breakfast, mi sol?” You asked, tangling your fingers with his. 

“Sounds good,” Jon agreed. 

~

“Oh yeah I should definitely send Dick a text to thank him. And also say Merry Christmas,” Jon said, flopping down on the couch after breakfast. With his partners looking happy, Christmas music in the background, and a breakfast of vegan pancakes in his stomach, Jon could almost forget about the buzzing under his skin. 

“Tt,” Damian scoffed. “He would have swapped with me anyway. Gordon and Father are both working tonight so it was pointless for him to have the evening off.”

Jon shrugged. “Still, doesn’t hurt to say thanks.” 

“Say hi from me too,” you yelled over the running kitchen sink. After a moment more, the water shut off and Jon released a silent sigh at the absence of an irritating bit of noise. He was lucky the x-ray vision hadn’t started acting up. Not only was that like the antithesis of Christmas presents (his mom kept presents out of the house or in a lead box until morning for that very reason), but it was also a huge pain and the hardest to hide. Screwy touch and hearing was more than enough. Dishware clanked around in the kitchen as Damian sat beside Jon on the couch. 

“No change?” He asked, reaching for a Nightwing mug of cider on the coffee table. 

Jon shrugged. “Nope, nothing yet.” Damian narrowed his eyes and Jon attempted to start coming up with excuses. At the very least, he could probably get Damian to leave it alone until after gifts. Less so if you noticed too and started teaming up on him. 

“Ready for presents?” You asked, sitting down on the other side of Damian. You raised the untouched Superman mug to your lips, eyes scanning over Jon. 

“Yes!” Jon butt in before you could say anything. “Let’s do it.” 

You and Damian exchanged a look. On the floor below, the elevator dinged, releasing a family with a horde of kids. “Okay,” you conceded, standing to grab the first load of presents.

In the apartment directly underneath, the front door squealed open. A load of presents was slammed down on the floor beside him. Three kids squealed “gramma!” in unison. Jon’s hoodie was all of the sudden suffocating him. 

Jon jumped up and yanked the sweatshirt over his head, pawing the sleeves off before yanking his socks off too. He didn’t care where they ended up. His hands went up to press against his ears. Stumbling over his own feet, Jon meandered backwards until his back slammed into a wall and then slid down, knees up and head with ears still covered in between them. Sounds zoomed in and out. All of the sudden, he could hear Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer playing eight floors down, then A Christmas Carol on someone’s TV across the street. Focus! Jon yelled at himself through all the noise. One steady beat came into focus, then another. 

Until there was a soft item brushing his feet, Jon didn’t realize he had company. A steady beat pulsed in his ears, too loud even for its familiarity. He pulled the blanket close. Something plastic nudged his shoulder and Jon grabbed it instinctively, slamming special-made headphones over his ears. The sounds faded down into something manageable. Jon took a deep breath. And then another. He didn’t need to hear to know that the two of you were there. When he reached out tentatively with his sense of smell, the usual wave of cinnamon-vanilla-brown sugar-clove and somethings just the two of you tempered by pine and peppermint was comforting rather than overwhelming. Jon let it wash over him, clutching the soft weighted blanket to his chest. 

When he cracked his eyes open, two blurs blinked into focus as his partners, leaning against the back of the couch and hands linked. Damian’s head rested on your shoulder, one of your hands tangled in his hair. Jon noticed as soon as Damian saw he was up. He almost slammed his head into your chin as he shot up and Jon huffed a laugh.  

“Ameli?” Damian asked. Your eyes locked onto Jon’s. 

“You guys shouldn’t sit on the floor,” Jon responded. “It’s bad for your backs.”

You offered Jon a hand, ignoring his remark completely. Jon’s chest ached. If you weren’t willing to banter, he’d scared you. “How are you feeling?”   

Jon took the hand and stood, adjusting the headphones so they stayed on his head. He tossed the blanket over his shoulder and reached his other hand out towards Damian before tugging the both of you up and towards the couch. 

“I’m okay,” Jon reassured you, sitting down on the couch. “I promise.” When neither of you moved, he tugged you both down on top of him, interrupting the bat-assessment written all over Damian’s face.  

“Promise like this morning?” Damian argued. Jon winced. 

“Okay, yeah maybe I shouldn’t have—”

“Been a self-sacrificial dumbass as if we don’t a) know you and b) want you to talk to us?” You cut in. Jon could read the hurt underneath the anger clear as day. His fingers brushed over two sets of knuckles, one scarred from years of fighting without protective gear, the other dry from the winter air. 

“I know. I just wanted today to be a good day, you know? We never get uninterrupted holidays.” Jon resisted the urge to pull his hands away from yours and curl into himself. The two burning gazes on him were ones of love and concern, though, not judgment. 

“And for some reason you think accommodating you makes the day worse, why?” Damian asked. Jon didn’t have an answer. 

“We love you, Jon. Eres nuestro pareja. We picked ‘partners’ for a reason, yeah?”  You squeezed his hand in yours. 

“Yeah,” he agreed, head dropping to your shoulder. Silence was heavy in the room for a moment. 

“You choose what we do next,” Damian stated, tugging the blacket from its bundled blob to instead cover you and Jon. 

Jon moved from your shoulder to halfway on top of Damian, tugging you on top of him. “You guys are going to squish me in between you while we watch a movie and then we can do presents?” 

You shot him a wicked smile. Jon shrieked as Damian pulled him bodily half on top of him along the couch, cut off when you landed nearly on top of Jon. 

“Good?” You asked. Jon let himself sink into Damian, arms coming up to wrap around your waist. 

“Yeah,” he said. “Good.”

Damian grabbed the remote. “We’re not watching Elf.”

Jon stuck his tongue out at him.  

[out-of-the-curve]

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Introductions!

✦ ~ Hello, hello! Welcome to my quaint little space! It’s about time I made an introduction to all of you lovely people. The name’s Hannah, but Lex is my preferred pen name here. I’m 18! I keep things on my blog SFW, nothing sexual or implicit, which extends to asks!

I am bigender, but I primarily use she/her pronouns. I've been on tumblr before for 3 years also posting art for different media, so this isn't my first rodeo (~‾‾w‾‾ )~

✦ ~ I mostly post miscellaneous art or art that isn’t yet featured on my rp blog. I also reblog a bunch of random things that catch my interest or I just like XD I’ll try to post every day if I can, but if I don’t then I’m just busy with life.

✦ ~ I reblog art refs, resources, etc on @dearwysteria :P

✦ ~ I do other art on @dearwys

✦ ~ I follow back people, so those who want to be mutuals and talk can just send a dm!

✦ ~ If you need or want to tag me in something, go ahead! :D

✦ ~ Asks are open to questions about my characters, my AUs, anything R&M, thoughts on certain topics, me, and even simple questions. It’s also open to art requests. [replies to asks might take a while depending on my schedule or if I’m occupied with another fandom]

Astra Rick and Morty AU Characters: Primes: Rick, Summer, and Morty; C-137: Rick; Evil: “Erick”(Y-2178) & “Mal” (Q1-Φ94); Simple Rick & Mortessa; -

Tags: #「tonight.. i do the thing i wanted to do with the queue thing」 - for queue posts #reblogs - this one's obvious #imaginary grandpa / #astra - for art posts relevant to my au/rp blog #misc posts - part reblogs/part me yapping/part answering asks

Alts//RP Blog: @astra-sol-projection - group blog for RnM AU @imaginary-grandpa - rick prime @y-2178 - evil rick, "erick" @q1-phi94 - evil morty, "mal" @simply-mortessa - "tessa"

DNI: > Homophobic, Transphobic, Xenophobic, Islamophobic, etc. > Misogynistic > Racist, Sexist, Ableist, Discrimination, etc. > Invalidates A Person's Pronouns / Gender / Identity > Pedophile, Sexualizes Minors, Jokes About R*pe, etc. > Rick*rty shippers Supports, participates, tolerates, or justifies any of the above.

[wizardsnorlax]

I find that my opinion towards characters of wealthy backgrounds can be directly linked to how well they would get by if cut off of their previous financial or social support (such as through dimensional or time travel) like if you sent Batman back in time to the dawn of civilization, he'd be teaching early humanity about metal working and steam power earning himself status as a "blessed inventor" or something similar but if you sent Charles Xavier back in time a hundred years or sent him to a different timeline where his family didn't exist he'd just be viewed as another disabled white guy by anyone who didn't know he's a telepath and the moment his wheelchair malfunctioned he'd be SOL! Something similar also applies to villains, send Lex Luthor to a different timeline where Lexcorp does not exist and he'd still be able to get himself into a beneficial position in some form of engineering (this makes him a complex threat) but put Kingpin in a post scarcity future and suddenly he's just an old man with a temper (which is exactly why it's so satisfying to see him get the stuffing beat out of him)

I don't know where I was going with this

[wardencommanderrodimiss]

Anyway here's my Shipping Chart rn:

Deirdre/Sigurd (of course)

Ethlyn/Quan (of course)

Edainn/Azel (she gets Rescue, will hand off to Claud for inheritance, RIP Lester)

Ayra/Noish (Accost and Crit, hello Sigurd's Knights)

Raquesis/Beowulf (if it ain't broke don't fix it)

Sylvia/Claud (I can't get over him complimenting her and her marrying him on the spot, plus Coipre gets Valkyrie and the Rescue I'm handing Claud)

Erinys/Alec (Ced needs no help, Fee gets Nihil which protects her from bows, hello Sigurd's Knights)

Tailtiu/Lewyn (2 mages getting Adept, Critical, and Trauma™️, Arthus uses Forsetti faster than Ced could)

Brigid/Dew (Bargain and Sol)

I was planning on using both Lex (Paragon, replaced by Alec) and Ardyn (lol, replaced by Noish) but they both got pushed out in the end

Oh that's SO funny how screwed Lester gets in this run. Everything his dad does in this situation is for the benefit of some other kid (Coipre).

On the other hand. Arthur is gonna be having the best time. I mean he's still got trauma but that happens no matter who his dad is, so at least now he's got a holy weapon. And that gives you another holy weapon wielder on a horse. Forseti on a horse. Horseti. He's simply going to look in Hilda's direction and she explodes. Get her ass.

Also I've read the Tine-Lewyn conversation and it's really good. Unfortunate that Ced is the only one of Lewyn's sons he ever actually talks to, though.

[boba-beom]

Hello 👋

Not sure if I can ask this but do you have any moots that remind you of each txt member?

EEE okay I may do multiple moots per member :> I will try and decide with moots I talk to since I can sense their vibes a lil more ! based off of assumptions and impressions!!! ty anonie for the ask, it was a bit tricky but I do love my moots, whether we interact all the time or not, I've at least seen a bit of how they are but these are the ones that stand out to me as of recent :>

YEONJUN:

— @nightlyawnzz : lia gives me yeonjun vibes in terms of the playful side of him. I can sense that when I interact with lia and despite us not interacting all the time, I think it can be fun talking to her! I think she can be cute too and in a way it reminds me of, again, yeonjun's playful side.

more under the cut!

— @junniieesbby : ANGIE! in this case, angie's fashion sense screams yeonjun to me. she's so hot (respectfully) and gives that stronger / intense(?) side of yeonjun, but not in an intimidating way. the petnames and words of affection screams yeonjun to me, idk if it's bc he's her bias but regardless, I think she does exude similar energy to him overall.

SOOBIN:

— @taegimood : this is from recent interactions, but I view mj as soobin bc I feel like they're living their best life. like they can do whatever and still be on top of things (this is also based off of impression and assumptions). I feel like mj has that maturity to them when talking to their moots and I think it's intriguing :>

— @lovejoshua : ilem is such a sweetheart, and so is soobin. like she is so loveable and gets along with everyone ik! she can be calm and collected but also chaotic when the time calls for it hehe a thing about ilem is that she's just so lovely to talk to, I could talk to her about anything! she too seems to be doing her own thing too, and I love that for her !

— @flwrseon : saph is gentle, like a flower. and from talking to saph every now and again, I feel like she can be quite shy at first but she really is lovely to talk to. esp when you talk to her about her interests?! then you'll pique her interest and I love seeing her talk about things she's into, even if I may not know much about it ^^ I think that's such a soobin characteristic!

BEOMGYU:

— @seolis-world : seoli emits chaotic energy in the best way imo. whenever I see seoli on my dash or in my notifs I sense the chaos and the energy she brings is always so bright and fun! I also feel like we don't necessarily talk a lot but it's always fun when we do! and that's something I feel is what's similar to beomgyu and me

— @naomiarai : despite our first interaction being chaotic, I do feel like she can also be fun to talk to. not just that but her works are unhinged in the best way possible, it makes me go feral sometimes 😵‍💫 and that's where the chaotic energy like beomgyu's comes from lmao

TAEHYUN:

— @agustdiv1ne : I've said this time and time again, but ashlee is so articulate with her words, in her works or talking in general and I associate her with taehyun for that. I also sense that realism and maturity with ashlee which I admire :>

— @koqabear : sol is another person who I look up to on this platform. another who is so eloquent with their words and super lovely to talk to. I'm trying not to fangirl as much but they remind me of taehyun because they seem so knowledgable. and that intimidates me sometimes but I find it interesting too!

HUENINGKAI:

— @mapofthemazeinthemirror : I get gentle energy from cee. it's giving me how hyuka can be gentle with others. but cee can also project that hyper energy too!! it's a fun dynamic and I want to get to know her more too :>

— @honajoong : with lex I feel like I get that mischievous hyuka side from her hehe the playfulness and the way she talks is fun in itself. she can be funny and I love her reactions to things. I think the inside jokes are fun OH AND SHE SEEMS LIKE THE MOST HUGGABLE PERSON EVER. I wish to meet lex one day actually ^^

[natalievoncatte]

Spookycorp

Kara’s heart was racing as she stepped out of the elevator. She *knew* something was wrong when Lena sent her a single, clipped text message:

Come now. Need to talk.

The elevator opened directly into Lena’s penthouse, into her elegant, minimalist foyer. The room was dark, as was the rest of the penthouse, except for the light of a single candle. Lena sat on the expansive sofa in her living room, a box resting on her lap. Kara didn’t need to use her x-ray vision to know that it was lined with lead. Her heart sank.

“Come in,” said Lena.

Kara walked inside, waiting at a respectful distance. Lena was beautiful in candlelight, her hair so dark it dark it could drink midnight under the table, eyes sparing like chips of emerald and sapphire, chipped with gold. The light caressed her sharp jawline and made her expression severe and smoldering at the same time.

Kara had fantasies like this. Most of them involved more candlelight and more pale skin.

“I know what you are,” said Lena.

Kara’s heart skipped. She fumbled with her hands.

“You can drop the aw shucks, I’m a farm girl from Vaguely Canada routine, Supergirl.”

Kara’s heart dropped through her stomach.

“I can explain,” she began. “If you give me a chance. Lena, please, I’m your best friend.”

Lena’s eyes hardened. Very softly she said, “am I?”

“How did you find out?”

Lena reached over to her side table, swirled a glass of wine, and took a sip.

“Lex told me. After I killed him. For you.”

Kara swallowed, and took a step forward. “Oh my God. Lena, what happened? What did he do?”

“Stop,” said Lena. “No closer.”

Kara stopped, her chest tightening, tears starting to well in her eyes.

Lena looked down, then up.

“He was going to kill you, and I couldn’t let that happen, because I thought I was in love with you. Before I knew what you are.”

The words hit Kara harder than anything she’d felt before, punching through her heart like the Kryptonite stake that was probably resting in that box. No, it wasn’t possible. She’s been so careful, Kal has been so careful.

“Lex had proof, but I didn’t trust it. I had to find corroboration. That’s why I talked you into taking me to the Fortress, so I could download the records I needed and examine them.”

Kara swallowed. “I would have given you what you wanted if you’d asked.”

“No, you wouldn’t, because you cover your tracks. You tell everyone that your powers come from the sun, but you’re lying.”

Kara wrung her hands, looking out at the moon. It hung full, heavy and huge in the National City sky.

“Not exactly. We have our powers here because Sol affects us differently. It doesn’t…”

“It doesn’t destroy Kryptonian vampires like you and your cousin,” Lena finished. “It doesn’t weaken your powers in sunlight or burn your skin, so you have nothing to fear here but Kryptonite.”

Kara licked her lips, feeling her fangs aching in her gums as they often did when Lena Luthor was in the room.

“Have you ever fed on me? I know about the other powers, Kara. The ones you and your cousin haven’t told everyone one about. Like modifying memories.”

Kara started. “What? No. I don’t feed directly on humans. When I was younger, my human family took turns giving me a unit of whole blood a month. That’s all I need. We don’t need as much on Earth. I’ve never bitten anyone on Earth. Kal-El trained me not to when I arrived here. Lena, I promise, I’m not some kind of predator.”

Kara edged closer, and Lena put her hand on the box. Kara froze.

“Liar.”

“Lena, please.”

“Your cousin has been feeding on Lois Lane for years. Lex had proof. Very thorough proof. He’s not as slick as he thinks, your Clark.”

Kara looked down.

“It was her choice. It’s tradition for my people. When one of us falls in love, we…”

“What, start seeing your ‘lover’ as a glorified bag of cheeze-its?”

Kara shifted on her feet. “No, we turn them. Clark is going to turn her after they marry. She’ll be like us.”

Lena’s gaze bored into her.

“I had to know, and now I do.”

“Lena, I would never hurt you, or feed on you against your will. I never feed on anyone against their will.”

“You’re lying.”

“Lena.”

“Lex had proof of that, too,” said Lena. “You do feed. On criminals, on people you think won’t be missed, and on James.”

“James was willing,” said Kara. “The others… it hurts, Lena. Clark’s path is hard. Too hard. I’m not perfect. You can’t imagine what the thirst is like. It’s like a hot railroad spike in my gut. I need it.”

“I thought about this for a long time,” said Lena. “I had to look you in the eye and hear it from you. I didn’t know what to do. You feed on people’s blood, but the city… the world needs Supergirl. So what do I do?”

“You don’t have to do anything,” said Kara. “I can just go, or… I don’t want to go, Lena. I know you’re upset, I know you’re mad, but you asked me here for a reason. I know you want to give me a chance. What we have, our friendship, it’s bigger than this. It can survive this. I want it to.”

Lena sighed. “Kara, I killed my brother for you, in cold blood.”

Kara swallowed. “I know. I know you loved him. I’m so sorry. I wish I could have helped you somehow. Maybe if I’d told you my identity earlier, we could have saved him.”

Lena opened the box.

Kara jolted back, expecting sickly pustulant light to sear the flesh from her bones, but there was no Kryptonite in the box.

Instead there was a pair of silvery bracelets, resting on black velvet.

“I had to make sure you couldn’t see inside,” said Lena. “No peeking.”

Kara swallowed, hard. “Those are binding bracelets. Do you know what those are for?”

Lena nodded slowly.

“You can come closer now. Sit.”

Kara stepped around the coffee table and sat primly near Lena, at a respectful distance, hands folded in her lap.

Lena leaned back against the arm rest and pulled her inky black hair back from her neck, tilting her chin back. Offering.

Kara could smell her, the scent exploding in her nostrils. She could feel Lena’s pulse and her own began to throb in time with it, the aching in her gums exceeded by the pleasant ache between her legs.

“What are you doing?” Kara murmured.

“Offering.”

“Why?”

Lena reached out and caressed her bare foot along Kara’s calf. Kara couldn’t help it. Her fangs popped out against her will for the first time in ages.

“Does it feel good for Lois? When he feeds on her?”

“So I’m told. Our fangs secret a mild neurotoxin that has some pleasant effects.”

“How long have you been thinking about tasting me?”

Kara shuddered. “It’s not like that. You’re my best friend.”

Lena rolled her eyes. “You know, I used to think you were just oblivious, or very, very closeted. Now I get it.”

“Lena,” Kara said, more urgently.

Lena’s foot slid higher up Kara’s leg. “It must be hard holding back all that hunger. Surrounded by food you can never taste. Is that why you’re always stuffing yourself with potstickers? You’d rather be eating me?”

Kara swallowed, hard.

“Maybe. Yes.”

“I’m right here.”

“I won’t. Not unless you say it, Lena. Not unless you offer it. Explicitly.”

“Kara, do it. Take me.”

Kara lunged across the sofa, pulling Lena to her so she lay flat on the cushions, and drove her fangs into Lena’s throat as she ground her thigh between Lena’s legs. She knew what Lena planned and she didn’t care.

Lena yelped in pain from the puncture wounds, but her cry quickly melted into a pleasurable moan as she writhed beneath Kara, driving her nails into Kara’s back.

Kara drank slowly, gently, taking only a trickle and feeling Lena’s pulse in her throat. She’d wanted this for so long, she started to weep from the sheer release of it, tears streaming down her cheeks. Lena’s blood sang with magic, the taste of her more intense than the most exotic spices, more flavorful than the sweetest wine. It was better than sex, although now that she had Lena’s blood on her tongue, she was hoping that was on the menu, too.

She heard the click and felt the cold metal close around her wrist and sighed.

“So that’s your solution,” Kara whispered.

“Lex couldn’t make it work,” said Lena. “I always loved how much it pissed him off that his bastard sister has magic and he doesn’t.”

Lena closed the other bonding bracelet around her own wrist, and Kara instantly felt the weight of the connection, the power in it, and knew she was helpless. She didn’t care.

“Kneel,” said Lena.

Kara slid off of Lena and onto her knees, head bowed.

“There,” said Lena. “Now I know. I know the world gets to keep Supergirl and I know you’re not a threat.”

“I knew what you were going to do,” said Kara. “I let you. If this is what you need to trust me, I’m okay with it.”

Lena took Kara’s chin in her fingers and tilted her head up, leaning forward to meet her gaze.

“I could do whatever I want with you now. With a Kryptonian vampire under my control, I could rule the world.”

“You could,” Kara whispered. “You can make me do it whatever you please. You never needed magic for that. I would do it willingly.”

“I know,” said Lena, “but this is going to be a lot of fun.”

“I was a little worried you’d tell me never to see you again,” said Kara. “Or you’d demand I turn you.”

Lena laughed. “Darling, do you have any idea how much power I’d have to give up to become a vampire?”

Lena ran a hand down Kara’s arm, squeezing her bicep.

“Now, carry me to the bedroom and let’s see what you can do.”

Kara didn’t need to be ordered to do that.

[cpwlive]

CPW: ASCENT — EPISODE '3' LIVE from Madison Square Garden, New York, NY

OPENING SEGMENT

"They say every wrestler dreams of Madison Square Garden. But dreams can be loud, and not everyone survives the noise,” Lex Vega narrates smoothly. We open on Anna Jay stepping into the venue, Ascendant Championship on her shoulder. She’s calm but focused until she passes Elayna Black, seated on top of a storage crate. No words. Just a stare. CM Punk is spotted deep in conversation with AJ Styles in the hallway. Styles nods respectfully, but Punk's pacing says he’s already thinking two steps ahead of tonight. Backstage, Liv Morgan is getting her makeup touched up while scrolling her phone. She snorts. "They really put Sol Ruca on a poster before me? Cute." A flash of red. Mercedes Moné walks in through a side door in full designer drip, flanked by security. Soleil arrives with a duffle bag over her shoulder, stopping to help a crew member pick up a fallen camera cable. She winks. And finally, Damian Priest sits alone in a dark corner of the locker room, hair pulled back. He hasn't said a word. Yet. Levi Rourke: “Well folks, MSG is sold out, the pretzels are overpriced, and I just saw someone roll up in a Lambo like this ain’t a fight night. Welcome to CPW: ASCENT.”

WILDCARD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH – STIPULATION: NO ROPE BREAKS

Dominik Mysterio (c) vs. Kid Lykos No rope breaks. No escape. Dominik is opportunistic, smug, and always bending the edge of the rules. Kid Lykos meets him head-on with sharp elbows and a jaw-rattling superkick that nearly takes Dom’s head off. As the match grinds on, the stipulation starts to work against Lykos. They brawl out to the floor. Lykos hits a nasty DDT on the outside and tosses Dom back in, going for a guillotine choke in the center of the ring. Dom shifts weight, rolls through, and locks in a crossface of his own. When Lykos tries to reach the ropes, it hits him: there's no break. Dominik wrenches back. His forearm digs across Lykos’ nose. The crowd chants for the underdog, but he’s stuck. No escape. Lykos taps. Winner (and still): Dominik Mysterio. After the bell, Dominik rolls out like he’s just stolen something. He holds up the Wildcard Title with both hands, yelling, “This is MINE! Forever!” Lykos sits in the ring, seething.

BACKSTAGE

Anna Jay is sitting on a bench, title on her lap. Liv Morgan strolls in with a smirk, holding a half-eaten donut. Liv: “You’re lucky Elayna didn’t show up last week. You’d be back in catering faster than this donut disappears.” Anna: “You’re lucky security pulled you off AJ. Or we’d be checking your teeth like the rest of that box.” They stare each other down. Liv takes another bite. Liv: “Damn. Glazed. Just like your reign’s gonna be.”

[spiced-cider-snz]

playing with Cray/ola swirl pencils (and Solstice's animal allergies, because nothing else makes him sneeze as easily.)

⚠️VANILLA/NON-KINK BLOGS DNI!!⚠️

"Dove" is Alexander's pet name for Sol, a playful jab at his feather allergy, and his love for birds despite it.

Cat AU inspired by @kotyonoksnz (i love the idea of someone being allergic to their partner's species!!)

Just wanted to torture him a bit more, honestly, but Alex is next! Mister's allergic to EVERYTHING, though, so it might take a minute.