perverted things i think the lads boys do — a multi headcanon idea i had but probably will never write:
xavier — mutual masturbation in public. i.e. the train, at a restaurant. xavier takes your hand and places it riiiight on his semi, trapping it there so you can palm his dick. meanwhile, his freehand is teasing your pussy, getting you all desperate for him
zayne — somnophilia. i’ve written this before, but emphasis on zayne getting off on the fact that you’re out cold and yet your cunt is still squeezing him so tight that it nearly cuts off his circulation. extra extra emphasis on the fact that your body needs him even when you’re unconscious. it makes him painfully hard (even though it feels depraved) ((it is))
rafayel — taking pictures/videos of you once you’re in subspaces. he says it’s for art… but really it’s so he can stroke his dick to it when he’s alone. loves how needy and clingy and out of it u get while ur pussy is gushing out his cum :( he can’t help but document it for later use
sylus — he never wants you to cry… ever… but whe you’re on his cock? that’s all his body desperately craves. the sight of your tears… the sound of your pleas…. you desperate and needy… because you’re oh so pretty when you cry for his cock. he lovessssssss making you cry :( #meaniesylus
caleb — steals anything that smells like you and fucks the shit out of it. the day after you leave skyhaven, caleb takes the shirt you left behind, wraps it around his dick and thrusts into it all while he holds the pillow you slept on to his face. says he can only cum if he smells you…. weirdo #imgonnafuckhim
ok in theory Ryland Grace would know who Markilpier is. There is no way he could be the "cool middle-school teacher" and not have been shown markiplier at least once. So imagine his suprise when the human he and Rocky rescue out of sealed submarine from a blood ocean on an alien moon looks and sounds exactly like gaming youtuber Mark Fishbacher.
As a child Ilya did’t talk much. He was a very quiet kid. He observed the world with his sharp blue eyes, noticing things that others normally overlooked. But he stayed quiet.
Shane on the other hand talked a mile a minute. He was always babbling and bubbling about one thing or another. He was a yapper.
As they got older, Ilya realised that it’s simpler to hide in the spot light and that it’s easier to get away with things when he’s loud. It’s whole another kind of invisibility, hiding in plain sight, everyone sees him, believes they know him, but they only know the parts he allows them to see.
Shane became quiet. He figured out that people didn’t want to listen. He understood people find him more likabke when he’s quiet. So he keeps his thoughts to himself, doesn’t talk, doesn’t make people uncomfortable by having too much information to share and not knowing when to shut up.
Fast forward to the cottage. They’re sitting on the couch, Shane’s legs in Ilya’s lap as he waves in arms around, talking excitedly about something. And Ilya, Ilya just listens. He doesn’t interrupt him, doesn’t tell him to stop talking. He enjoys not having to be the one talking for once, actually. There’s a small smile dancing across his lips as he listens to his boyfriend (boyfriend!!!) yap about beavers, their importance for the ecosystem and how they became the national animal of Canada.
Your art is so tasty, it makes me go feral every time (friendly) ((it's a compliment!))
Tell me your secrets! How do you do it???
How is it so expressive?? Lamb and Goat always have so cute and awesome expressions??
(as a fellow artist, i do not expect you to have an actual answer- but i would love to hear any tips you may have)
Have a nice day! :3
I am so sick of people only writing trans man characters for man pussy porn. Can we please also have fanfictions where a character is headcanoned as a trans man without it turning into boypussy porn. Please. I’m starving please
I just find it a bit weird that when people write a trans man they always make him bottom…
The docs/nurses are mishandling and delaying Harlow’s (the Deaf patient) care because they keep searching for a translator when they could just use a phone/laptop or pen/paper.
Having a certified translator present is the most ethical for efficient communication, but the docs/nurses have unconsciously assumed that Harlow can’t communicate in another way. This is delaying her care, and it’s dangerous to her life.
This is an excellent showcase of how Deaf/HoH patients are treated in the healthcare setting.
something something animal kingdom au where andrews treatment in prison makes him selectively mute. after the solitary confinement and - lets call it for what it was - torture he endured, andrew just stops speaking.
he returns home on parole and goes back to his life but he doesn't say a word. smurf tries to get him to talk and his brothers get kind of fed up that he won't respond beyond shaking or nodding his head, or the occasional shrug. andrew figures out he can get by with pointing and hand gestures or facial expressions, so why bother talking at all?
this goes on for a long time. it happened for a few of the years he was in prison and into the years he was released. there was no need for verbal communication. andrew didn't like most people and they generally didn't like him either, so the lack of talking just added to his generally off putting demeanor which kept people away from him.
except for you.
you'd noticed andrew in the grocery store one day, staring somewhat angrily at the shelves of cereal, which was exactly the spot you needed to be so you did another lap of the store to collect everything you needed in hopes he'd be gone by the time you finished. andrew was still there when you circled back, frowning at the boxes like they personally did something to offend him, and you had to interrupt him.
you were polite and apologetic for disturbing him but he was standing in front of the cereal you wanted. his anger immediately disappeared, clearly only meant for the food on the shelves, as he looked over to you. he silently passed you one of the boxes, his face neutral, but there was something about him that kept you from finding the quietness unnerving.
he had kind eyes.
so you asked if he needed help finding anything and he held a list out to you, pointing to an item that was kept in another aisle. you knew where it was and he followed you to the shelf that had the healthy cereal brand smurf requested.
that was when smurf appeared in the store, making a fuss about how she couldn't find andrew and asking why he was taking so long. she even apologized to you on his behalf for bothering you. andrew frowned at her and her treatment of him, as though he wasn't a grown adult who could handle himself.
smurfs infantilization of andrew didn't sit right with you either, despite having just met him, and your heart immediately went out to him.
the next time you saw andrew you bumped into each other at the hardware store. he was picking up a bunch of things and you were looking for lightbulbs. you commented that he seemed to know his way around the store and asked if he could help you. you watched him stand up straighter, suddenly more sure of himself as he set off on this task for you, leading you to the lightbulbs.
the two of you worked your way through a conversation, you sticking to mostly 'yes' and 'no' questions to make it easier for andrew to answer. it's not that he needed anything dumbed down, he clearly understood everything you were saying, but open ended questions were harder to answer without words. when you both got to the cash, andrew paid for your lightbulbs despite your light protest, and he joined you on your walk to the diner you worked at after you invited him for lunch.
soon it became a routine that andrew would come to the diner and sit in your section and order something by pointing at the menu and you'd chat with him in between orders. he'd walk you to your car after your late shifts, and came to your apartment more than once to fix the pipes or help build some furniture.
you recognized that andrew liked being treated like a normal person and he definitely liked feeling useful. you saw how other people treated him, giving him a wide berth as they walked past or talking behind their hands to each other after he refused to speak. andrews quietness wasn't disturbing to you, you actually found it calming. despite never speaking a word, he was still extremely communicative with his facial expressions, if people bothered to pay attention.
you also felt very heard by him. he always looked at you, always let you know he was listening. you felt comfortable with andrew and it was clear he was comfortable with you.
that became especially clear when he showed up on your doorstep, bloody and bruised. you pulled him inside and got him to your bathroom for some untrained medical assistance. it was just some cuts and scrapes, looking worse than they actually were, but he let you remove his shirt to inspect the shallow cuts on his side.
you did you best to hide your shock at the scars on his chest. some were easy to decipher - bullet wounds, possible knife slashes - but other long scars left you with questions. you tended to his wounds but the sight of the scars pulled at your heartstrings.
was this why he didn't speak? did something so horrible happen to him that it scarred his body and drove him to be silent?
andrew noticed you glancing at the scars, so you asked if you could touch them. he nodded and you guided your fingertips gently over the raised skin, trailing along reverently as if your touch could soothe the pain, the violence that had been inflicted.
andrew watched you closely. he saw how you looked at him, without pity, without fear or disgust. for once in his life andrew didn't feel like a monster, like a horrifying creature that struck fear into people. he was so used to people turning away from him, ignoring him like he wasn't there, or pulling away when they saw all of him. you were the first to reach out and hold on and not let go.
you weren't scared of him. his silence wasn't disturbing. you didn't force him to talk or talk down to him like he was a child or get angry when he didn't speak. you liked him just the way he was.
so when you looked back up at andrew and apologized - apologized! - for what happened to him and that no one was there to protect him or defend him, andrew couldn't fight the way your name pushed its way up his throat. your name passed his lips, his voice rough and gravelly from a lack of use. you startled and then smiled, bright and big and all for him. the warmth of your smile beckoned him closer and andrew leaned in and you met him halfway. he kissed you gently, carefully, and he finally felt like andrew again.
and ever since Viktor started using shimmer, I was just waiting for Jayce to find out and reject him. I mean, whenever a character does something like that, they’re rejected and it starts their descent into evil. And when Jayce found him with his purple limbs exposed, I thought that would be it. But then Jayce saved him, and, when Viktor came out, there was this line:
“What am I?”
“You’re… alive.”
Jayce doesn’t care that Viktor was using shimmer, that his body was different, he just cared that Viktor was alive and he would stay that way.
I have never seen that before. And when Viktor leaves, it’s because he’s scared of the Hexcore. Not because Jayce rejected him. And Jayce tried not to lose him. Jayce was willing to give up his power, to try morally dubious techniques, just to keep Viktor around.
like, that amount of commitment… whether it’s romantic or platonic, Jayce loves him so much.
