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venus-haze · 1 year

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Kick It Out (Queen Maeve x Reader)

Summary: Maeve doesn’t date, for her own good and that of anyone she might be interested in. Teaching you how to kickbox definitely isn’t dating, even if the two of you do flirt every time you’re alone.

Note: Female reader with some references to being plus size, but not enough for me to designate the fic as such. No other descriptors are used. This takes place slightly before Homelander outed Maeve, but she still does a lot of internal shittalking about him. Hopefully I did well with her characterization because I’m already planning a follow-up. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Some references to homophobia Maeve’s experienced. Homelander vaguely threatens the reader to Maeve. Semi-public fingering, Maeve's kinda rough. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

It was a coincidence, really, when Maeve walked by Vought’s employee gym during one of the yoga sessions that was part of HR’s company wellness initiative. She’d forgotten Vought even had that, not interacting much with the corporation's rank and file on a regular basis and using The Seven’s exclusive gym to train. The employee gym was spacious, clean, and at that moment filled with dozens of Vought employees in a rainbow of athleticwear. Maeve could remember the old Jane Fonda workout tapes her mom used to put on in the mornings, how pleased she was with little Maggie’s rapt attention at the videos. You always need to keep your body moving, Maggie. It’s so important.

Her eyes scanned the group lazily until they landed on you in the middle of a stretch that made Maeve feel like that little girl staring at Jane Fonda in spandex all over again. She licked her lips, giving you a quick once over before anyone could notice. You would become target number one the moment Homelander got a whiff she was remotely interested in you. Her fists clenched at the thought of how he–and her own complacency–ruined her relationship with Elena. She couldn’t do that to you, not that she even knew your name, and she wouldn’t learn it if she could help it. She wasn’t that selfish.

At least, that’s what she thought, until somehow she kept running into you. An interview here, a briefing there, she wasn’t even sure what you did at Vought exactly. It didn’t matter. You clearly hadn’t drunk the Kool-Aid, viewing your job as a way to pay the bills instead of the feverish devotion so many of its employees had. She started looking forward to seeing you, taking the opportunity to stand next to you when she could and exchange quips back and forth about how corny a promotion seemed or how weird the marketing team was.

Like clockwork, though, you’d be in the employee gym whenever the yoga classes were being held. She casually brought it up one day, asking if you were really that into yoga, or just taking advantage of the free classes.

You nodded. “Yoga’s nice, but I’d love to get into kickboxing or something. I’m kind of nervous to sign up for a class. I’ve never done anything like that before, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep up.”

“I can teach you,” Maeve said, the words coming out of her mouth before she could even think.

“Are you sure? That’d be great, but only if you have the time and everything.”

“Yeah, let me give you my number. It’ll be easier to plan that way.”

You handed your phone to her, and she quickly entered her personal number into your messages, texting a simple ‘Hey’ to herself. She hesitated a moment before giving you back your phone. Okay, this was for real. She was committing to it.

“I’ll text you later. I’m free most weeknights, so just let me know,” you said cheerfully.

A sour mix of excitement and regret clouded her mind until you left, and as she walked down the hall to the elevator, she thought she’d at least have a chance to at least convince herself that it wouldn’t be that bad. She was never that lucky.

“Uncharacteristically nice of you to offer to help out Y/N,” Homelander said, almost as if materializing out of nowhere.

Maeve balled her hands into fists at her side. Why did he always have to be lurking? Recently, he had been fucking off to god only knows where, sometimes for days at a time. Of course he had to be around when she finally made a move. “I’m just full of surprises.”

“Your heart’s beating like a racehorse, Maeve. You’re not that excited about just practicing some kickboxing moves, are you? I’d be a better partner than her, in that case. You and I are practically indestructible. Her on the other hand—it’s amazing how fragile humans are.”

Maeve remained silent, letting out a shaky breath as she refused to acknowledge his taunting.

“You think she knows her sports bra is a size too small? I mean, one downward dog and her tits are practically spilling out of—“

“Get a grip,” Maeve snapped.

“Hey, don’t be like that. It’s just locker room talk,” Homelander said, a menacing smile plastered across his face. “Speaking of surprises, I wonder what Y/N would think if she knew this was all a ploy for you to get into those tight yoga pants of hers. I guess I can’t blame you. Not exactly my type, but with the way you can see her panty line through them, she’s practically asking for it.”

“Asking for what?” she asked, standing taller as she looked him in the eye, daring him to make his threat.

“Hit a nerve there, huh, Maeve?”

“Mind your business, and I’ll mind mine.”

“Well, you sure know how to pick ‘em,” he said abruptly.

She knew him well enough that it meant someone was coming down the hall, and he didn’t want them hearing a word he said. Scoffing, she shook her head as she walked away, trying to keep a brave face as she made her way to the elevator.

Storming into her suite, she slammed the door behind her and threw the nearest breakable object at the wall before collapsing onto the couch, her head in her hands. Fuck. She’d been too obvious, too careless, and now you were going to be on the receiving end of it. Keeping her distance wouldn’t be fair to you, and it’d only put you in more danger when it came to Homelander. As much of a Girl Scout as Starlight could be sometimes, at least she was willing to risk it all for Hughie, even when he was lying through his teeth to her about Butcher and Compound V. At the very least, Maeve could do the same for you moving forward.

Still, she decided she was way too sober for her liking, and dug through her cabinets to find a half-drunk bottle of vodka, wanting to escape the gravity of the situation she found herself in for just a little while.

The next day, she woke up a few minutes past eleven, her head pounding as she checked her phone. A few missed calls and texts, including one from you: ‘Hey! Homelander said you were sick. Hope you feel better soon💐’

Between the thought of Homelander being near you and her raging hangover, Maeve leaned over the side of the bed, throwing up into the nearby trash can. She got another text from Ashley, asking if she’d still be able to do her designated crime fighting schedule that night since she was supposed to team up with A-Train. Staring at the text, she grinned, getting out of bed to choke down a few aspirin and make her way to crime analytics.

The department’s office was depressingly dark, and the girl who nervously pulled up the schedule for the next few weeks looked like she hadn’t slept in days. Opening the notes on her phone, she quickly typed what days and times Homelander would be away from the tower. It wasn’t perfect, but it’d do while she figured out how to take control of the situation.

Your kickboxing lessons with her began a little after seven on a Thursday evening. Maeve had asked you to keep everything under wraps, claiming she didn’t want everyone pestering her to train them. This was a one-off thing because you were friends. She was relieved at how your face lit up when she put it that way.

The whole arrangement made her realize how rusty she was at flirting with someone she was actually interested in, as opposed to the sleazy guys she’d bring up to the tower for one-night stands only to kick them out afterward. Training with you was great, you were eager to learn despite struggling to pick up some of the moves. She took the opportunity to stand close to you, putting her arms over yours and guiding your movements, her body framing yours. Sometimes her hands would linger over your skin, feeling how soft you were against her until she felt you shiver or heard your breath hitch. The physical, intimate closeness drove her crazy. In those moments, she wondered what your whole body felt like, your stomach and thighs surely plush beneath her fingertips.

Things came to a head during your fourth training session. Homelander hadn’t been at the tower for a day or so, and you were acting bolder. There was no way you didn’t catch her staring at the way you bounced around while Heart’s ‘Kick It Out’ blasted from the speakers you’d connected your phone to. She was sure you were doing it on purpose at that point.

“I think I’m almost as good as you,” you joked, beads of sweat rolling down your forehead.

She laughed. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Bring it on!”

Wiping the sweat from your brow, you stood across from her on the training mat. Your stance wasn’t the best, but you were trying despite her dodging your blows with ease. Just because she liked you, it didn’t mean she was going to hand you a win. You were having fun, a smile on your face as she caught your lifted leg before you could really kick.

In any other scenario, she figured you could hold your own pretty well in a fight with a non-supe. You threw a punch which Maeve blocked without so much as blinking. One more time, you went for another kick, only for her to send you flat on your back with a thud.

She pinned you to the mat, the two of you silent except for your breathing. Maeve didn’t do anything but stare at your face, just mere inches from hers for a few moments. God, you were fucking pretty. Your eyes seemed to sparkle despite the harsh gym lighting, and your parted lips were almost calling to her.

“You win,” you said softly from beneath her.

“Do I get a prize?”

“Wanna get drinks after this? On me?”

She smiled, reluctantly getting up from on top of you. “Hope you have your credit card ready.”

You took her outstretched hand, almost surprised at how fluidly she pulled you up onto your feet, until you remembered she was the strongest woman in the world, after all. The fact that she was getting drinks with you was a plus.

“I know a few places in my neighborhood, if you don’t mind going out to Brooklyn,” you said. “They’re kind of dives, but they’re fun.”

“That honestly sounds perfect.”

“Okay. I’m gonna shower and change really quick.”

She nodded. “Take your time.”

As soon as you disappeared into the locker room, Maeve looked down at her costume, internally groaning. It was the furthest thing from inconspicuous. In all honesty, she missed having a secret identity, the small thing that separated her from the persona that Vought manufactured for her. Whether for sentimentality or foolish hope of a situation like this one, she’d kept some of her street clothes.

Glancing at the locker room again, she decided to rush up to her suite and throw on something that would afford the two of you some privacy. Tapping her foot impatiently, she waited for the elevator doors to open before slipping inside and pressing the button for her floor.

When she reached her suite, she frowned at the selection of clothing in her dresser. Touching one shirt, she felt a lump form in her throat. The somewhat coarse fabric sent memories rushing back, she’d worn it on one of her last dates with Elena, before she handed her whole life over to Vought and Homelander sunk his hooks into her. There was a slight stain on the sleeve, evidence of Elena’s wine glass that had tipped over when some asshole decided to make it clear that he didn’t approve of their date, so he had to make it the whole restaurant’s problem. When he started becoming aggressive, Maeve grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him over, knocking him into at least three other tables with the sheer force she used. That was the catalyst for her initially fake relationship with Homelander, as Vought’s marketing team decided it would improve her image after the incident.

She exhaled, shaking her head as she tried grounding herself. Things could be different with you. She’d take back control of her life—from Vought, from Homelander, from her own self-sabotage. Her outfit choice for the kind-of-but-not-really date was simple. She ran her fingers through her signature styled waves, messing her hair up a bit to make her less recognizable. Seeing herself in the mirror, she smiled. For the first time in months, she looked and felt like herself.

Her phone buzzed, and to her relief, it was a text from you.

‘Hey! Ready to go when you are🍻’

Biting her lip, she retyped her response to you three times before sending, ‘Great be down in a min😄’

She instantly regretted her choice of emoji, but it didn’t matter, something that simple wasn’t going to ruin her night. After all, she couldn’t remember the last time she was asked out by someone she actually liked. You hadn’t explicitly said it was a date, but the tension was there, and Maeve hoped to god she wasn’t reading too much into things.

You were waiting in the gym for her, now changed back into your work clothes of a blouse and skirt. In the meantime, you had pulled up the info for some of the bars that you and your friends frequented in your neighborhood. She looked over them quickly, settling on a 70s-themed one you recommended based on the decor and cheap burgers. Her mind raced while the two of you walked down the hall and to the elevator, deciding to leave through a service corridor rather than the building’s main floor.

As the elevator made its descent to the lower levels of the building, Maeve figured she at least owed it to you to let you know what you were getting yourself into. She’d already put you at risk with the amount of time she was spending with you. You looked at her in confusion when she pressed the emergency stop.

“You know this isn’t just drinks, right?”

You smiled a bit, “What is it then?”

“Y/N, I’m serious,” she said. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Maeve, can you just be real with me instead of the cryptic shit?”

“Fuck," she groaned. "Okay, look. I’m into you, but Homelander’s a jealous son of a bitch who won’t let me have a life, so the fact that we’ve been spending time together and going out for drinks means you’re in serious danger.”

You were quiet for a few moments. She took your silence as an understandable rejection, moving to press the emergency stop button to bring you back up until you spoke.

“I’ll take the risk.”

“Are you sure? Y/N, Homelander won’t hold back. I’ll do what I can to protect you, but–”

You looked at her, really looked at her, as she laid out the risks for you clear as day. It didn’t matter. You’d come to the conclusion pretty quickly that she was worth it. She was Queen fucking Maeve for Christ’s sake. Most importantly, though, you were into her too, and you’d never forgive yourself for passing up the opportunity to go out with her and see where things led.

As she was in the middle of listing ways Homelander could kill you, you interrupted her with a quick peck on the lips, enough to startle her out of her rant for a moment. That seemed to get the message through, because she kissed you, backing you into the elevator wall across from the closed doors.

You parted your lips for her, happy to let her take the lead as she cupped your cheek in her hand, her fingers pulling your face closer to her. Even though she’d just pinned you to the floor less than an hour earlier, you were taken aback by how strong she was. She bit gently on your bottom lip, her teeth tugging at it before kissing you again.

Groping one of your breasts through your blouse, she moved her hand further down your body until she reached your thighs, her fingers gently tracing undistinguishable patterns into your skin. You could feel her start to play with the hem of your skirt before sliding her hand beneath it.

You whispered a soft “yes” against her lips when her fingers brushed against the damp spot on your panties. Pressing her fingers against your core, she watched your face contort in pleasure as you whimpered for more.

It felt like eternity before she finally pushed her hand past the cotton material and began teasing your clit, ignoring your aching pussy. She pressed hot, open kisses against your skin before settling on the crook of your neck, biting into the tender skin so hard you almost thought it would break.

“Maeve, fuck,” you moaned.

“Too hard?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head. “Harder.”

Maeve grinned, slipping her index and middle fingers into your pussy, and you were almost embarrassed at how wet you were. She didn’t care, curling her fingers inside you, pumping them in and out until your breath caught in your throat. You gasped as you gripped her shoulders, trying to keep your legs from giving out from under you. Using her other hand, she held you up by your thigh, her fingers squeezing your soft flesh.

You leaned your head back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut as she began rubbing her thumb against your clit, bringing her attention back to it as your pussy clenched around her fingers. She brought her lips to your ear, her teeth grazing your earlobe before she whispered, “You gonna cum for me, baby?”

“I’m close,” you barely managed to say.

“Don’t hold back. I wanna feel you,” she said, her voice raspy as she squeezed your thigh for emphasis.

“Fuck–fuck, I’m–”

You came on her hand, fully relying on her strength to keep you up as she kept fingering you through your orgasm. Pressing her lips to yours, you were hardly able to kiss her back as you moaned into her mouth, your fingers clawing at the wall behind you as you tried getting a grip on something.

Finally, she pulled her hand from your pussy, and the one that had been holding you by your thigh wrapped around your waist to support you. She brought her hand to her mouth, licking your juices off of them so casually you wouldn’t have thought anything of it. You kissed her again, feeling lightheaded at the taste of yourself on her lips. Still, you figured someone must have noticed by then that the elevator wasn’t working. You didn’t even want to think about anyone finding you and Maeve like that, especially if Homelander ended up hearing about it through the grapevine.

“My roommate’s working the night shift,” you whispered, your voice noticeably hoarser than before. “I’ve got beer at my place.”

“Fuck the bar,” Maeve said, kissing you again.

You let out a yelp that dissolved into a fit of giggles as she literally swept you off your feet. She smiled, pressing the emergency stop button, sending the two of you back down to the service corridor you’d be slipping out into the night from.

#queen maeve x reader #the boys x reader #queen maeve #maggie shaw #maggie shaw x reader #the boys #queen maeve imagine #the boys amazon #the boys tv

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stimtoy · 2 years

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avastar-thelastfirebender · 4 months

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Pinned Post!!

My name is Mimic, and this is a sideblog for writing! (My main is @sparky-kasane)

Requests are currently: [Open!!!]

About me!

-I'm 18 years old and currently a college freshie! ^^

-I'm FTM Trans, Asexual, and polyromantic.

-Literally do not know what else to put here lol.

DNI

Homophobic/Transphobic

Really any type of phobic that's more hatred based than fear based (Xenophobic, Aphobic, etc etc)

TERF/SWERF

Anti-mogai

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-Writers block hit me like a fucking train so apologies if requests take a while to get done.

-IDK if tumblr still likes to eat asks, so feel free to send an ask if you wanna be sure it went through!

WHAT I WILL/WON'T WRITE UNDER THE CUT

Fandoms I WILL write for!

-Love Live (Only Muse, Aqours, and Nijigasaki as of now. I'm not familiar enough with Liella or Hasunosora to feel comfortable writing them)

-Cookie Run (Ovenbreak and Kingdom!)

-BanG Dream!

-Pokémon! (The gen 7 games are my forte)

-Danger Rangers (this niche ass show has exactly 4 fics on ao3 and two of them are mine)

-Pretty Cure

-Rainbow Magic

-Winx Club

-My Hero Academia

-SMG4

-Project Sekai

-Avatar: The Last Airbender

-Super Mario/Warioware/Rhythm Heaven

-Danganronpa

-Hetalia

Fandoms I WON'T write for

-Owl House/Amphibia (Not familiar enough with either of them to feel comfortable writing them)

-SCP Foundation

-DSMP/Minecraft Youtubers

-Trolls

-Seth McFarlane Shows (Family Guy, Cleaveland Show, etc etc)

What I WILL Write

-Fluff/Sleepyfics

-Family fics

-X Reader hcs

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-Oneshots

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-Light Angst (Hurt/Comfort and the like)

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-Smut/Fetishes

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-Rape/SA

-Eating Disorders (I'm okay with a character being implied to have one but I won't write it as the entire focus)

-Self-Harm (Same deal as Eating Disorders)

-Drowning

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(Lists are subject to change)

Characters I absolutely love writing for*

-Roguefort Cookie (Cookie Run)

-Earl Grey Cookie (Cookie Run)

-Mango Cookie (Cookie Run)

-Cinnamon Cookie (Cookie Run)

-Tsukasa Tenma (Project Sekai)

-Rui Kamishiro (Project Sekai)

-Musa (Winx Club)

-Aisha/Layla (Winx Club)

-Young Cricket (Warioware)

-Ashley (Warioware)

-Sabrina the Sweet Dreams Fairy (Rainbow Magic)

-Yasmin/Nia the Night Owl Fairy (Rainbow Magic)

-Kasumi Nakasu (Love Live)

-Yoshiko YOHANE! Tsushima (Love Love)

-Kanata Konoe (Love Live)

-Rin Hoshizora (Love Live)

*That's not to say I won't write ither characters, these are just my favorite blorbos.

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sugarrin · 2 months

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I was looking for cosplay inspo for my fluttershy and oh my god...ultimate thinspo

#skiinii #thiinsp0 #b0n3sp0 #i wanna be tiny

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aroace-issac · 2 years

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rainbow thinspo!

#thinspo #th!nsp0 #th!nspiration #pro 4 me not 4 thee #thinsp1 #stomachspo #waistsp0 #i’s thinspo

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wilderhyperfoxations · 1 year

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⚜Welcome to my messy blog! ⚜My name is Fox Pearl Wilder. He/him. ⚜Main blog (replies, likes from it)- @foxpearlwilder. @foxpearlwilder2 personal/goblincore. @vaporpearl vaporwave. ⚜ Ukrainian, disabled, ASD, ADHD, more; intersex, artist writer. ⚜A billion years old. ⚜Tone tags for jokes are preferred. ⚜Occasional skipping of words. ⚜Languages- English, Ukrainian, French. ⚜This blog is for reblogging fandom/interest-related posts, posting fandom/wip art, shitposting.

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littlebaybee · 1 year

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ʚ intro ɞ

[Basic Info]

🍮 name: Link/Bee | age: 26 (big) 6-12 (small) | pronouns: xe/xem/xyr

🍮 greyaroace, xenogender, neopronouns and (undiagnosed) auDHD

🍮 new to agre/agedre but been looking into it for awhile

🍮 not too sure if i regress or dream but it feels like it fits

🍮 posts made by me are tagged with 'big sib post' (this is a side blog so i might not follow back)

🍮 likes: pompompurin, pbs kids, disney, pokemon, scooby doo, sonic, bluey, care bears, thomas the tank engine, muppets/puppets, barbie, my little pony, primary colors/rainbows, magical girls/boys, reading, fnaf (the daycare attendant specifically)

🍮 dislikes: yelling/loud noises, heights, tight spaces, needles/shots, hot weather, being ignored/spoken over

🍮 terms i’m okay with: sib/sibling, pup/puppy, bubba/bubs, kid/kiddo, sweetie, hun/honey

[DNI List]

🚫 nsfw/kink/ddlg/MAP/pedophilia/thinspo/proana/anti agre/homophobia/transphobia/racism/proSH/terf/radfem/trasmed/anti neopronouns/anti xenogenders/not kid friendly

#sfw agere #sfw agedre #age regression #age dreaming #agere #agedre #big sib post

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snowdrift-snowday · 2 years

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welcome! ❄️☃️

this is a collective blog for the syskids from the snowdrift system. our sys wide collective blog is @snowdrift-s

although this blog is owned by our syskids, it will be heavily monitored by older members of the system to make sure theyre safe.

18+, dd|g, k-nk, pr-ana, th-nspo, pro s-lf h-rm, g-ore, and/or vent blogs DO NOT INTERACT. extended dni under the cut.

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about:

this blog is owned by some of our syskids and headmates who age regresses:

🖍 | sky | she/her

likes bluey, toys, gentle things, soft things, and dogs

👑 | kiara | she/her

loves princesses and ballet. loves stuffed animals and tea parties

❔️ | null | they/shi

quiet and shy, they likely wont be too active on here. they like soft things and cozy things

🦄🎮 | misti | she/they

she loves video games, animals, and playing outside. her all time favorite things are mlp and fnaf

🪴 | asriel | he/they/flower

fictive of asriel from undertale. he loves tea, flowers, nature, and rainbows. his blog is @azzys-garden

🌼 | chara/flower | they/them

fictive of chara from undertale. they love flowers, tea, cats, toys, crayons, glitter, webcore, and webkinz. their blog is @gold-buttercups

🧸 | toby | he/him

quiet, doesnt feel comfortable talking to anyone outside of our system directly. he wont be too active on here

❣️ | chara | they/them

our other chara fictive, they like angelcore, hearts, music, quiet, and nature.

🌻 | care | she/her

fictive. shes very shy and likely wont be too active on here just yet. loves flowers, nature, sunshine, and animals

🍭 | lily | she/her

very energetic. loves candy, glitter, pretty lights, pastel colors, and stuffed animals

🍨 | strawberry | she/it/they

loves dolls and fluffy dresses and ribbons. likes to play outside in the dirt

🌤 | collector | he/they/it/fluff/moon

fictive of the collector from the owl house. fluff loves stars, purple, yellow, shiny things, and stims

🛝 | mackenzie | he/him

fictive of mackenzie from bluey. loves nature, swimming, toys, boats, and playing pretend

🔑 | hunter | he/they | big age: 16, little age: 5-8

fictive of hunter from the owl house. age regresses. loves stims, bluey, pastel colors, sfuffed animals, birds, and wolves

🐦‍⬛ | lily | they/she/it | big age: 40's, little age: 0-5

fictive of lilith clawthorne from the owl house. age regresses. loves owls, hooty, magic, soft things, gentle things, slow stim gifs, softer colors, and babycore

🍪 | sally | she/her

fictive of sally williams. loves toys, tea parties, and all things princessy

🕰 | lily | she/her

loves stuffed animals

not all of them will be posting/reblogging content, but there may be posts tagged with their proxies, hence why theyre listed anyway. some posts might be tagged as #☃️ which just refers to our system as a whole.

rules:

as previously mentioned, this blog will be monitored by older members of the system to keep them safe.

please dont try to talk to any of them (with the exception of asriel and flower as they have their own blogs that theyre comfortable being spoken to on) unless youre a friend of the system.

similarly, dont tag this blog in anything unless youre a friend of the system.

sfw non-kink agere blogs are allowed to interact ofc, but please dni if you use terms like "daddy" (its just a personal trigger)

if you need us to tag anything, feel free to send an ask on our main since asks arent open here

dni:

any blog/thing/aesthetic that uses kid things for adult topics (such as gore blogs that use kids shows and toys as part of their aesthetic)

18+, kink, nsfw, gore, anything similar (blogs that dont want minor bodied systems to interact are fine as long as youre comfortable interacting with syskids. we are bodily 19)

dd|g or variants (including if you just have a side blog for it), or otherwise nsfw/sexualized agere

proana/thinspo, pro sh, anti recovery blogs (including if its "just for yourself," if all you do is list a goal weight, etc.) (including if you just have a side blog for it)

trumed, terf/swerf/radfem/febfem, nonbinary skeptic, gender critical, anti neopronouns/anti mogai, super straight/gay/lesbian/bi, otherwise transphobic

standard dni critera (racist, homophobic, sexist, antisemetic (including supporting antisemetic creators like jk rowling and p*wdiepie and supporting antisemetic conspiracy theories), (no)map, etc.)

use the terms "sysmed" or "traumascum," demoize cluster b disorders (including believing in "bpd abuse" or "narcissistic abuse," or calling villains psychopaths), demonize schizophrenia/phychosis (including using "psycho" or "delusional" as an insult), otherwise ableist (including making jokes about tics, using "ocd" or "bipolar" as adjectives, etc.)

#pinned #❔️#🦄🎮#🪴#🌼#🧸#❣️#🌻#🍭#🍨#👑#🌤#🔑#🛝#🐦‍⬛#🍪#🕰️#☃️

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