#tag: non binary character

[aplaceinthedark]

interlude: WILDER than the WIND

Nicholas Ruffilo x Taylor (afab, non-binary oc)

Summary: Down in the Shenandoah Valley, there lay a court consisting of the Grim, the Drowned, the Witch and the Watcher.

CW: Sexual Situations: m/nb, oral sex (oc receiving), p in v (protected! wrap it before you tap it!) sex

Every chapter will have a different cw section. This is Bad Omens rpf, so obviously I don't know all the little nuances of the members or their family members.

A/n: can be read as part of the series or as a singular porn-without-plot one-shot.

I felt Nick’s hands settle on my hips before he pulled me closer, adjusting me so I settled onto his lap. I let out a tiny sound, almost a squeak, in surprise, and he froze.

“Did I hurt you? Is your hip—“

“It’s fine,” I said, grabbing his face to pull him back in. I slid my fingers through his long raven hair, tangling at the nape of his neck, as I tried to ground myself in the moment. In response, Nick let out a sound like a hum against my lips.

The tip of his tongue lightly dragged up from my bottom lip to my cupid’s bow, like a permission to enter. I gently parted my lips, meeting his tongue with mine, and I almost melted at the taste. It was so Nick, with the hint of his last cigarette lingering.

The intensity ramped up as he slid his hands down from hips to my thighs, and he gripped them a little harder, hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth and roll my body up into his. The sound seemed to release him as he pulled away to kiss a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses from my chin, to my jaw, to behind my ear lobe. My whine turned into a whimper when his mouth stopped at my pulse point, teeth scraping over the curve of my neck.

I whimpered again when he stayed there, gently nibbling one second, soothing the bites with his tongue the next. I rolled up against him again, this time feeling his hard cock straining his jeans. Despite all the layers between us, the feeling of it pressing against my suddenly aching core made me dizzy. “Nick…”

“Are you sure?” He asked, the soft pants of his breath tickling the spit-slick skin on my neck. “We don’t have to do anything if you think we're going too fast.”

“Fuck, yes, of course, yes,” I pleaded. “Oh god, I need you Nick.”

I watched his resolve crumble as he groaned. “Then we’re not doing this on your couch.” He wrapped my legs around his hips. It was so easy for him to scoop me up, squeezing my ass in the process, and carry me to my room. The distance down my hallway seemed to stretch forever, so I peppered kisses along his neck to keep me occupied.

He groaned again, nearly losing his footing as he held onto the wall. I could really feel him straining against his jeans, causing me to forget how to breathe. I’m sure he could feel my heart pounding from my chest to his.

I felt him place a knee on my bed, and suddenly, I was falling back onto the covers. I tried to crawl back to give him some room, but his hands quickly grabbed my waist and pulled me back towards the end of my bed where he was. He leaned over me, capturing my lips in a heated kiss; definitely not as gentle as the first one.

While his hands stayed rooted firmly to my waist under my shirt, my hands were free to roam wherever they wanted. I managed to unbutton his flannel shirt and then dipped under his tee and up his stomach. His skin was hot but soft.

I could feel him tug at the hem of my shirt. He said something into the space between our lips, but my brain was having a hard time processing anything besides the feeling of his skin underneath my fingertips. “What?” I asked with a breathy moan.

“Take it off,” he said against my lips, whining. “Off.” He was faster than me and had it lifted halfway up already. I just let him finish the job, doing my part by just lifting my arms up. The shock of cool air on my bare chest made me wince.

“No bra?” he asked, eyes raking over my naked half.

“Don't like ‘em,” I replied.

He pressed me down onto the bed as he shook off his flannel shirt. He then climbed onto the bed, reaching back and practically ripping off his tee. I was surprised to see that his tattoos stopped at his shoulders. There was one on his chest, but I couldn't catch a glimpse of what it was before he ducked down to encase one of my nipples in the wet heat of his mouth.

I moaned as his hand came up to play with the other, my back arching up until our skin was flush with one another’s. I carded a hand up through the hair on the back of his neck as he switched the placement of his fingers and mouth. "God... fuck... Nick," I whined.

He pulled off of me and began to trail wet kisses down my sternum, down my stomach, to the waistband of my jeans, where he stopped. He raised his head to look up at me. “Are you absolutely sure about this?” he asked.

I looked down to see his gray eyes focused on my face, and I knew from that look that if I didn't want this - if I were to shut down and change my mind - he would absolutely stop. I nodded, too dizzy to string together two thoughts, let alone words.

His hands moved to my waist again. “Hey.” He squeezed my sides only once. “Use that pretty mouth and answer me.”

Jesus fuck this man was going to be the death of me. “Damnit, yes. Nick. Yes.”

He undid my button and zipper painfully slow before gently lifting up my hips. He tucked two fingers into the waistband of my jeans and underwear at the same time, and pulled them down my legs in one go. He leaned back. "Fuck, you're already dripping, aren't you?” he asked.

He pressed a few chaste kisses to my hips, tongue swirling around my belly button, and his fingers brushed down the scar tissue that spanned from the bottom of my ribcage to the middle of my thigh. To be honest, I had completely forgotten about the remnants of my road rash. I almost rolled my leg to hide it, but then Nick held down on my knee and began to kiss the raised pink splotches. He didn't seem to mind it as his lips trailed back over to my—

As his tongue licked up my arousal, it elicited a loud gasp from me. Every flick of his tongue that followed, every circle and every suckle from his tongue and mouth made me twitch and squirm. One hand of mine stayed rooted in his hair, the other twisted into my sheets. I squeezed my eyes shut as he slid a finger into me, and I moaned as it curled, finding the perfect spot on the first try.

Between his mouth and his fingers - sliding a second one in, stretching me more - I could feel the coil in my belly slowly heat up, like a burner on an old-fashioned stove. If I could combust, I would, lighting us both aflame, and I'm sure he would enjoy it as much as I would.

“Condom. Do you have—“ he asked as his lips were caught by mine.

The absence when he pulled away from my center, withdrawing his mouth and fingers, made me whimper, a desperate and needy sound. I would've been embarrassed by sound if I hadn't been so fucked out of my mind. "Wh-why are-"

"Because... First time I make you cum, I want it to be around my cock." He then mumbled small, unintelligible words against my skin as he trailed kisses back up my body. He stopped when he reached my lips, hovering over me and panting hot breaths into my open mouth.

“Might have an... emergency one in the—“ I gasped as he pulled my bottom lip in between his teeth. “...bathroom!” I managed to say between heavy breaths.

“Fuck. Gimme a second," Nick groaned. He pulled away, eagerly clambering off my bed and out the door.

I rolled into my side as I heard the sound of multiple drawers being rapidly opened, hastily muttered curses, and then a soft “Aha!” before he was running back into my room. He held the corner of a foil package between his teeth as he undid his belt.

I sucked in a quiet breath as he disposed of his jeans, his cock evident in his boxers. I was too stunned by the thought of how he could fit it in those tight pants he always wore, to notice that his boxers were off and he was rolling the condom on. When my gaze moved up to his face, I caught him staring at me as well.

Finally, he was climbing onto the bed, rolling me onto my back. When he climbed on top of me, the weight of him pinning me to my bed, he nearly covered all of me. “Fuck, you look so beautiful,” he said, resting his forearm near my head. My face warmed at the praise, and I couldn't help the cheesy grin that spread over my face. He matched my smile.

My hum stuttered as I felt him take himself in hand and tease his cock up my slick, the tip notching at my entrance. The stretch burned as he maddenly, slowly pushed in. I clung to him, my anchor, each arm wrapped under and up onto his shoulders as he gave a few shallow thrusts.

"You feel so—" He was cut off by a groan as he filled me, eventually bottoming out. At the same time, I choked out a tiny sob of pleasure and pain, shutting my eyes when he hit that sweet spot. “Fuuuuuck…”

He stilled, letting us both adjust. Time seemed to stand still, much like the first night I was here. Everything was silent, besides our heavy breathing, and everything seemed calm. It was just us, sharing this moment, sharing ourselves. I couldn't tell where he ended, and I began. But soon, I knew I needed more. “Nick—“

“I know,” he whispered.

No more words needed to be said as he began moving, withdrawing until he was nearly out, and then slowly thrusting back in. The drag in and out of me was so deliciously torturous, making me beg for more. His hand blindly reached down, wrapped around the back of my knee, and brought my leg up until my heel was resting on the small of his back. His thrust went deeper, dragging a long whine out of me, causing me to dig that heel into his skin.

“F-fuck,” he growled. “Feels so - unh, good. Like we were made for each other.” Normally, I would've rolled my eyes at the cheesy praise, but I couldn't find it in me to do it; not when I felt the same way.

As his pace sped up, the more incoherent the both of us became. We couldn't even complete words; it was just the sound of our hips crashing, moans falling, and curses stuttering. We weren't even kidding anymore; I could just feel he was hovering over me with every huff of hot breath he let out against my lips.

Between the sounds we were making and the feeling of his cock moving inside me, I was overwhelmed. He was pushing me closer to the edge, and I was close to falling over, but something connecting us was going to take him with me.

That connection pulled taut, vibrating until it was almost molten gold, wrapping around us and tightening until we were practically cocooned in the energy. I had no words to describe it except magical.

“Tay… look at me.”

My eyes fluttered open, looking up into his bright green eyes. His hand snuck in between our bodies, one of his fingers pressing onto my swollen clit. “I wanna watch you fall apart for me, please,” he whined.

It was enough for my orgasm to wash over me. I came with a loud cry of his name, back arching up until my sweat-slick chest was pressed flush with his. His hand slipped out from between us to wrap around my hips, pressing into the small of my back as he buried his face into my neck and hair. He mumbled praise after praise as he helped me through my aftershocks.

It wasn't too long before I pulled him over with me. He shook, hips stilling as he let out a breathy moan into my ear as he met his end as well, spilling into the condom.

We stayed still like that for a while; his weight on top of me a sublime pressure. The only sound in the room was our attempts to catch our breath. Whatever magick he did settled over us like a weighted blanket, and I felt safe and warm in its embrace as well as Nick's. I don't think we could move if we wanted to.

It wasn’t until I lifted a hand from his shoulder up to the back of his head to scratch his scalp that he moved, humming in pleasure. He lifted himself up, holding the base of his shaft as he pulled out. It left me with a hollow feeling, almost like I was incomplete without him.

He then slipped out of the bed. I started to whine in protest but stopped when he rid himself of the condom and turned back to me. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up.”

Nick helped me to the bathroom - my legs didn't feel like cooperating - and he ran the shower while I sat down on the toilet. We stayed in the shower until the hot water nearly ran out, washing each other's sweat and mess from our bodies, as well as holding each other close as the water fell down onto our heads. It was almost as intimate as the sex was; between the two, my heart felt like it was about to burst. No one, not man nor woman, had ever made me feel so cared for after sex.

After cleaning us and the bed up, and we crawled under the clean sheets, I curled up into his side and laid my head on his chest. “Stay till morning?” I pleaded.

“Absolutely,” he replied, kissing the top of my head. And indeed, he stayed like that for the rest of the night, falling asleep together and not waking up until the late morning.

And I was absolutely fine with it.

Tysm for reading! Next chapter coming soon!

[vanglaggle]

she makes me a little insane okay @gojinka

[plaguedpriest]

do people who say that it "doesn't make sense" to interpret gabriel as transmasc not understand what an allegory is 😭

he's a sexless being that had to work to rise in the ranks of heaven and "earn" his pronouns. then when he falls from said rank he's agressively degendered by the council as a means to degrade him, but the narration insists on referring to him correctly even when it wouldn't "make sense" to because it's what he worked hard for and learning to keep his agency and the identity he chose for himself rather than what's imposed on him is a major part of his character arc.

you can have whatever alternative interpretations and headcannons you want but saying that it doesn't make sense to read his arc as a transmasc allegorical narrative is not only invalidating people's experiences with a character they might honestly resonate with (most people i see who interpret him as such are transmasculine themselves) but also just. kind of refusing to engage with the text in its own terms?

like sure you can say that it doesn't make sense for gabriel to have enough self realization come out as queer and specifically as a trans man and start holy testosterone or whatever since before the events of the story but that's what an allegory is for. the world and story of ultrakill simply wouldn't allow for a character with modern understanding of queer terminology and culture to go through the same experiences that would be 100% analogous with that of a real life transgender man. gabriel is a fictional mythical being in a heavily fantasious non-modern setting that operates by its own rules entirely.

[delu-lusional]

Somewhat out of context yandev redesigns/rewrites sketches that I have, in fact, been sitting on for a few months now. // TW, minor blood? Nothing too gory methinks. Feel free to ask quite literally anything about them, for I shall answer.

[rosie-kairi]

Here's a little slapdash edit of the hypothetical "missing link" era Belrose, who I'm calling Laurel for reasons that should be obvious. I imagine them as being very straightforward and no-nonsense. They exist solely to hurt Brain. I wonder what they think about the fact they look almost exactly alike their deceased great-uncle-cousin whatever....

[ohbuggy]

If you could fall in love

Twice with me

Start brand new like we're kissing in a tree

Would you?

And could you?

I know I can fall in love

Twice with you

I do it every day

So I swear it's nothing new

It's crazy

My baby

1 year since I’ve fallen in love with a stupid cowboy >w<

[shattersaurus]

Enby-motosaurus is now also available as a sticker.

If you like the silly stuff I do, please consider supporting me, like and a repost would also help a lot

[nexahexagon]

We stay self-indulgent in this household. We stay silly and have fun.

Made me a Hels!sona for the sillies. Mainly cuz Moobloom is flower and Mooshroom is fungi, like life/beauty and death/decomposers yada yada whatever.

Specifically, Hels from RnS by @/silverskye13 , the idea of identity being very important and close to Helsmets is very very neat and very very cool.

[aplaceinthedark]

chapter four: FORGET my NAME

Summary: Down in the Shenandoah Valley, there lay a court consisting of the Grim, the Drowned, the Witch and the Watcher.

CW: mentions of religious sacrifice, supernatural themes

Every chapter will have a different cw section. This is Bad Omens rpf, so obviously, I don't know all the little nuances of the members or their family members.

A/N: Some things are color-coded. If any of you are colorblind lemme know. 

If no one was going to tell me what the hell was wrong with the people here and their fascination with some ghost story, I was going to find out myself.

Frustratingly, the camera was a flop. I had tested it out first with Nick, who had been cheeky and flipped it off when he triggered the censor. But my apples vanished at some point in the night without triggering the camera. After a few nights of that, I set it to record regardless of motion. My result was the camera glitching at 3 in the morning, and not coming back online until half an hour later.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was like they knew the camera was there.

By wednesday, I was almost fed up with the whole thing. When Nick and I texted, I vented my frustrations, but there wasn't a lot he could do since he was in Richmond. After his ominous message in his driveway, he wouldn't talk about the subject; stating it was because of Granny and the possibility of her overhearing. Then he would distract me by almost quite literally dangling a cat in front of me.

Honestly, I think Jerry had more to say than the whole town combined.

Thursday, I was practically bouncing off the walls with how bored I was. I wanted to work on the house, but Nick wanted to help this weekend. I told myself I wanted to wait because then he would be over more, and… I wanted to hang out with him.

I hadn't realized how lonely I was until I came out here. Most of my so-called friends had really been Mike's, and once he was… gone, they vanished. I hadn't had my own friend in several years, and now that I had one, I almost wanted to cling onto him. Like he would vanish if I let him go.

But because he wasn't there, I decided that it was time to find some answers. And if no one would answer my questions, maybe some books could.

And I was gonna start with this Watcher creature.

The library…I don't know if it was because I had grown up in a city where there were several libraries, but my first thought was that it was the smallest library I'd ever seen. It didn't even take up a whole block, and it was only one story. I almost didn't go in because there was no way anything could be in here.

But I forced myself to go in. There were only two people behind the front desk - probably the only people who worked here - and a few people in what looked like a computer room. I slipped off to the left towards all the books before anyone would notice me. I found a corner where I could work uninhibited.

Unsurprisingly, it only took half an hour to find all I could about the subject of the local legends. It wasn't a whole lot, but more than I thought I would find. I found a few books - if you could call them that - several news articles, and a copy of some cartographer's journal.

Reading through everything, I soon realized why no one would tell me anything: it was because there was nothing to tell. It wasn't because they were scared to say its name; it was because there was nothing on the subject. Nada. Zip. No concrete evidence.

Sure, there were stories. Tales of odd noises heard or glances of something in the corners of their eyes. But it was just that: bare minimum evidence that was blown widely out of proportion. Mostly, it was tales of white dogs or the sound of a string instrument from deep in the woods.

And the Watcher…

It was all over the place. One tale said that the Watcher of the Woods existed as long as the mountains were mountains:

In the days before men, wild animals roamed unchecked across the land. They were as spirits and had all the power of spirits and were wise and could speak. Among them, the Watcher of the Woods was the wisest, for he alone could attain the valley of the deepest green and seek wisdom from the oaken groves.

"In the early stages of the world, the earth was still learning its shape. The shell of the earth cracked, and the land heaved, and the oceans churned. Great mountains were born at the seams of the earth, and great valleys appeared where the land split.

In ages past, all things living commanded infinite power. Some creatures sought to keep their strength secret and refused to share their gifts. Thus, darkness sought to make all creatures equal and share their power equally amongst all things.

Instead, the craven amongst them concealed their Divinity, and left the world death-like and dull. Their True Names were lost, and no more were they as spirits. O ly the Watcher remembered how the world had been, and only the Watcher could guide the others toward the darkest grove to uncover the wisdom of old."

“After a time, the deer heard the response to its plea. “I can do what you ask,” the ancient tree said, “though there will be a cost.”

There were also a lot of animal tales, and I was surprised to see Granny's name in one of them as an intro. I guess there weren't a whole lot of people to talk to in this town. There was "Journey to the Oaken Grove" about how a little rabbit journeyed to the Watcher to seek out answers. There was "The Fox's Shadow" about how a fox left his family and didn't come back right. There was also a tale called "Lost in the Labyrinth" where a deer begged the Watcher to take away its suffering.

“I will pay it,” said the deer, “whatever it may be, if it means I may be free of fear.”

“You must give your heart to me,” said the tree. “To be truly free, you must relinquish your greatest strength, and only then will you find relief.”

“Is it wrong of me to do so?” the deer asked, worrying that it was its fear alone that drove it to ask this of the tree.

So the deer whispered its true name to the great tree, who accepted it tenderly and wove a spell to set the weary deer free.”

“Not at all, dear one,” the tree replied. “You are very brave to make such a sacrifice.”

But the most shocking thing I found? A ten-year-old news article abbut these cultists, and weirdly, a photo of Nick and Noah was in it.

None of this, however, held a candle to the witness accounts of people who lived near the forest. Tales of half-men cultists from the underworld, and on the summer solstice, they would appear to make a sacrifice to the horned king of hell.

Nick's words from this past weekend came back to me. "People here like to think they care about you... they end up leaving you to the lions." Was this what he meant?

Nick 😺🍌: Noah wants to know if it’s okay if he can come over.

Despite what little I found, I still copied down what I could, until my hand cramped and my spare change for the copier was spent. I was close to leaving, having everything packed up and ready to go, when I got a text from Nick. I felt my heart leap, but when I saw the subject matter, I groaned in frustration.

Well at least he’s asking this time.

A part of me wanted to text back “No, absolutely not,” but instead I hesitated. If Nick was certain that Noah’s and my first meeting was a fluke, then maybe I should give him another chance.

Nick 😺🍌: come on, give him another chance.

Nick 😺🍌: are you busy?

No, but I’m not home right now. I’m leaving the library right now.

Nick 😺🍌: Can I ask you for a favor then?

I’m not stealing any babies for you.

Nick 😺🍌: LOL NO can you drop off a book at Granny’s? She’s feeling under the weather and I don’t want her getting any sicker.

Anything for Granny.

Nick 😺🍌: Ty! I’m almost done with my break, but just text me when you’re done and I’ll let you know about Noah when we’re closing up shop here.

Defeated, I picked up the book for Granny and left the library. With all my papers and books, I couldn't help but think of my old college days. Gauging the time, I decided that the trip to the Heritage Center would have to wait until tomorrow.

Granny was delighted to see me. She fussed over me leaving, preventing me from simply dropping off the book and leaving, so I had to stay for a bit. Which was fine, since that meant seeing Jerry and Lydia. I tried to skirt around her questions about me and Nick. He had been right about the rumors, in a way, and judging by how she was talking, Granny wasn't helping.

"I'm just so glad Nicholas is seeing someone," she said as I tried to pick up Jerry. "He's never been quite the same since Noah disappeared."

I froze, letting Jerry make a bid for freedom. "N-Noah?" I asked. "Aren't they friends?"

"Oh, they were. Noah was always staying over, so much that he had his own plate at the table," she said. I wasn't able to school my confused expression quick enough before she looked over at me. "Oh, he probably hadn't told you about him yet. He doesn't like to talk about the subject much."

My unease was growing by the second. "What do you mean he... disappeared?"

Granny got up, motioning for me to follow. I went with her to what looked like a spare bedroom, or a storage room for a bunch of crochet projects. But my eyes fell onto a framed picture on a table as Granny dug through a dresser. It was of Nick, though he had short hair and small spacers in his earlobes. He was kneeling and gripping the hand of a much younger Noah, who also had short hair.

Granny pulled out a manilla folder, drawing my attention away from the picture. "Nicholas was once obsessed with trying to find Noah, but then a year had passed, and he stopped. He threw this away, but I kept it in case he would regret the decision." She then pulled out what looked like an old newspaper clipping.

And above it, in big bold letters..

I didn't want to look, but I knew I was going to have to. The first thing my eyes were drawn to was the picture: a young man, obviously older than the previous picture, but with long dark hair and big dark eyes, smirking at the camera. An exact mirror of the man who had shown up on my property a week ago,

MISSING RESIDENT PRESUMED DEAD

[penumbralwoods]

lays down and stares at the ceiling. really wish it was as easy for me to ignore casual exorsexism as it seems to be for so many of you

[cordatumcape]

the viridian mercenaries at the battle for ulmaron

my scouts carried the last bit of fe: tmgc, with freddric notably defeating the final boss on a low% crit with the soulbow. i'd like to think that the fallen mercs had a helping hand in that fight

[vashthesourdough]

Zenith held their dying lover in their arms before he died. This is their grief, their rage…

From my story The Celestial War.

[scionshtola]

can ffxiv get some like msq humanoid non binary rep tho. can it not always be the loporrits and the fae forever

[starkayezer]

nonbinary luna lovegood

[cihlen]

Yep, I made an Animal Crossing OC. Hope you like him! :)

Feel free to draw Calvin, just be sure to credit me if you post art of them. Anyways, hope y'all have a nice day! :D

[lou-theweirdo]

My oc Leni :3

Hope u like her!

Pron: she/her