had someone last night go on a rant in the replies to one of my posts about how they are pro wincest and i cannot begin to express how much this ISNT a safe space for that. i will block you immediately! hope this helps❤️

whatever you do, don't think about your life from september until february

"i'm so proud of u my love" where the fuck did my panties go

Mako really only has 2 flirting tactics.

In Book 1, he insulted Korra until she fell in love with him.

Also in Book 1, he just was sugar baby until Asami fell in love with him.

In Book 4, he combined these two tactics until Wu …

PLEASE this took too long to draw

I love them

far too many "Hakoda adopts Zuko" fics where is the "Hakoda is reasonably suspicious of him but ultimately rules he's not a threat because he's kind of cringe" content ??

Rottmnt Royal AU

Fem!Reader

CHAPTER ONE

(please reblog, I would like people to see my writing. And receiving comments and reblogs gives me motivation to write more.)

Your ears are filled with noise. The chatter of guests, clinking of glasses, and music from the orchestra playing in the corner.

Normally, you wouldn't be at one of these events, but thanks to your new job, you're thrown headfirst into your very first royal ball. You spent hours beforehand, making sure you looked you very best for all the fancy rich people. You borrowed a lavender floor length off the shoulder dress from your boss, Madame O'Neil. Your hair is swept over your shoulder, decorated with a golden amethyst clip. A delicate gold pendant with your initial hangs around your neck, resting just above your chest.

"Could you grab me a drink?" Your attention is pulled from the various guests, to you boss. She's dressed in a silk chartreuse dress that clings ever so nicely to her curves. A dress she designed of course.

You nod, worming your way through the crowd of people towards the refreshments table at the back of the elegant Ballroom. You grab a flute of champagne and turn to head back, when you see Madame O'Neil talking to none other than the Prince Donatello. Your idol.

You grab an extra glass and make your way back, handing one to Miss O'Neil. You give a small bow to the Prince, handing him the second flute.

"Your Highness, it's a pleasure. I'm a huge fan of yours." You suppress the urge to completely fan girl over him, trying to keep calm and professional.

"Oh? What work of mine are you a fan of? Since you work with April I'm assuming you're interested in my design work?" You nod, spinning the ring on your finger. "I quite like the line you did in collaboration with Madame O'Neil. Your designs are a huge inspiration to me and my career."

Donatello perks up a little.

"May I see some of your designs? Id love to see the work I inspire."

Holy shit. Donatello Hamato, Prince Donatello Hamato the fashion designer, wanted to see your designs. Keep it together. Stay calm.

"Oh uh- I would, but I left my sketchbook at home. Apologies, your Highness." You bow your head, disappointed you couldn't show off your work.

"Thats quite all right, I wouldn't expect you to have it with you right now. Perhaps you could join me for lunch sometime?" Youre surprised your jaw doesn't drop to the floor at that. Lunch? With a prince? You must be the luckiest girl in the entire world.

"Yes!" You reply, A little too quickly and a little too enthusiastically. "I mean- that sounds nice. I would love to join you for lunch."

He chuckles lightly at you enthusiasm. "Superb! I shall schedule you into my calendar. What did you say your name was?" You tell him your name and he calls over a drone by the name of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N, and adds you to his schedule.

He leaves after getting called away by a member of staff, and you decide to grab yourself some champagne to celebrate this new major victory in your career as a designer. You stand in the corner, bringing the delicate glass flute to your lips and sipping the sweet bubbly drink. You notice the guests lining up out the door as the four princes take their places on their thrones.

You set the glass down, confused and intrigued. You've never been to a royal event like such, so you aren't quite sure what's happening. But seeing how everyone else, including April is lining up, you decide its in your best interest to do the same.

(what I imagine april and readers dresses to look like)

PLEASE REBLOG

remember in Mom City when Jamie was like "I don't see my dad I'm really scared that he's going to catch me off guard again" and Ted was like "yeah dude that's fucked up. He's probably going to jump out any minute and start stabbing you like Freddy Krueger"

mitch constantly having to play defense bc of the beating our d core takes... give him the selke immediately

Oh I know Octavian has a squeaky ass voice or it’s the most majestic sound you’ll ever hear

Connie HCs bc she is my sunshine gremlin

So I have yet to see any Connie HC posts? And as far as I'm concerned I'm going to force feed the fandom all the TCM victim content I could possibly write. Enjoy, people, because I know I will. ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

First point I would like to say is that Connie is book smart, obviously, but seeing as she grew up on a ranch herself she definitely knows some foraging. She'll know what kind of local forage is safe and toxic, probably knows an entire lot about flowers. "Oh, you got stung by nettles? Hold on a minute," She disappeared for a few moments, only to come back with dock leaves in her hand. She said nothing, and wouldn't explain, instead had you sit down and put your leg out. She took a few moments to crush a few of the odd looking leaves, and then place them over the irritated, slightly bumpy skin. The irritation faded slightly, and the wound's burning heat dissipated, but it was certainly still irritated. She sat squatted in front of you, in pause for a while to think. Lips pursed, brows furrowed, staring at the little continent-shaped patch on your leg as if the bumps in your skin would provide her an answer. Out of seemingly nowhere, Connie brightened up and turned to look in her little bag for something. What exactly, you had no idea, she simply didn't talk in the moment of focus. When she turned back to you, smile wide enough to reach her ears, she had a roll of tape out, in a little dispenser. That made absolutely no sense. Still, she placed the tape one strip at a time over the reddened patch, taking them off with surprisingly careful touches. She flinches every time you wince, probably losing a few leg hairs in the process of all this, but somehow, the stinging feeling dissipated. You had no explanation, and you just stared at the ginger as she focused so heavily on the tape. After she finished with that, she crushed and applied the rest of the dock leaves, and it actually helped immensely. But it didn't before. "Miracle tape?" You mumble, before she smiles up at you, patting your leg before sitting back opposite you. One leg up, arm rested on her knee, she shook her head. "No, silly, the tape gets rid of the nettle hairs." "Oh."

Connie does like the appearance of flowers quite a lot. It's her one goal to visit those pretty tulip fields in the Netherlands, pink tulips are her favourite flowers of all time. She'd help in a community garden for sure.

She absolutely adores honeybees. She has them land on her shoulders quite frequently, and while her friends panic a lot when this happens, she's completely calm about it. Connie was raised on a farm, she's more than used to bugs and animals.

Unfortunately, though, she isn't a thousand percent innocent. Heavens only know how terrifying this little girl is when someone irritates her or her friends. She goes from sunshine baby to holding a frying pan and being ready to Rapunzel up in this place in like two seconds

If you tell anyone, including the other victims they will NOT believe you. You're the only person who knows about this side of her. Ever. Because you're you and this is my hc you're welcome

She obviously isn't the strongest bodied, but she definitely hits hard enough to throw people off. She's not one you'd look at and think "This one grew up on a farm", for sure. But she's used to handling shovels and heavy garden equipment for extended periods, and it shows when she knocks people flat on their ass out of nowhere.

Connie definitely struggles with words and processing things fairly often, and sometimes she just pauses to think. It's like she's spaced out but she isn't. She gets this little frown that she's thinking really hard and it's super cute.

She's better at cuddles. And she's the most precious thing to hold literally nobody has ever denied her a hug before

Her freckles on her arms are only really visible in the summer but she has a couple of moles

Connie isn't the most confrontational person out there, obviously, but when she gets upset she is absolutely livid. Zero to a hundred, immediately, would die for her friends with no hesitation. She never swears, but she has creative insults for real. (Think "wheelie bin" or "easy bake oven")

She could fix Johnny. That is all wont elaborate

Connie is the type that hangs out with her friends and might not really understand or enjoy the things that her friends like, but she'll happily sit and listen. She just really loves them, and seeing them happy makes her smile.

In other words, she's a great listener. And in turn gives good advice. Again, she could fix Johnny.

Call it basic, but her favourite milkshake and ice cream flavour is vanilla. It's just suited to her palette. She also dislikes plain chocolate ice cream, and usually ends up disliking it in milkshakes. Safe bet is to test just the one and if she likes it as an ice cream flavour she'll like it as a milkshake. (Big brain for words here wow)

She's actually a big tea spiller. She has all the gossip. But she will never ever tell anyone anything bad about a person unless it's absolutely 100 percent confirmed true.

Conspiracy theorist exclusively at 3AM on Wednesdays and Thursdays.

If ever you're in a hospital bed and asleep she can and will curl up next to you (hc I originally came up w. for my dumb ass if I were a tcm character but still applies). She curls up into your side and probably puts her head on your chest. She's almost always asleep when you wake up.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── Connie my beloved she is so sunshiney <3 <3 <3

anytime i have a hard time writing smut, i go on x🐹 and revisit my fav clips. 🧍 like guys... watch sketchy sex's "dripping dumps" because it will change your life. 😁

Im getting so desperate for love i might resort to being kidnapped and tortured just to be loved - ♥️♠️

if you dislike starlight glimmer i dont trust you. something sick and twisted in there.

if there are any yhs fans out there willing to refresh me on the plot I will draw your favorite character(s) for you. I want to remember what happens so bad but my attention span has gotten so short

I've heard many people say they got Janice's "fer sure" out of watching Muppets Mayhem but what I got out of it was when Nora said "brb" and Floyd looked confused and Doc said "bring your own root beer"