Could You Maybe Write Violet And Rhiannon With A Fem! S/O Whos A Scribe But The Dragons Like Her A Lot,

Could you maybe write Violet and Rhiannon with a fem! S/O whos a scribe but the dragons like her a lot, even Xadens dragon, who only likes Xaden?

I’m so sorry but I only write male or non-binary readers! My reasoning is there are so many for women but hardly any exclusively for non fem aligned people. I’m sure you can find someone to write this, good luck!

Angel dust x drag queen reader (platonic)

Readers pronouns: in drag, she/her. Out of drag, he/him

You can choose your own drag name;)

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You two were like trixie and katya. Hells favorite hot mess. You only performed at clubs of the other was there. Two peas in a pod. You were backstage one day after a show, shedding a few layers before going back to the hotel. You pull a $100 out of between your fake latex boobs. “Oh shit how did that get here-“ Angel bursts out laughing. “How did you forget someone stuffing money between your titties?” “Well unlike you, I have to put them on!” He puts an arm on your shoulder as he laughs well taking off an eyelash. “OH MY GOD YOUR GOING TO RIP OFF A REAL EYELASH. Girl let me do it.” You take his head in your hand and with your dominant one, attempt to take off his false eyelashes. “You look constipated” “you look like a bitch” you answer without thinking. “Seriously, you look like your trying to push out a shit” “girl that’s cause I’m trying to distinguish fake eyelash from real eyelash and it’s not so easy with you blinking so much” he looks fake offended. “I’m sorry I need to keep my eyes moist” you scrunch up your nose as you rip off his fake eyelash. He widens his eyes excessively. “This better?” “Much actually thank you” he lets out a guffaw. “I have a question” you say, taking off his other fake eyelash. “What’s up?” “What is the tallest shoe you own” you take off an eyelash and he steps back to think. “Oh my god if you need to think it’s too tall!” You both laugh and he doubles over, putting one of his four hands on a nearby table. “We need to stop drinking on the job” you say, wiping a tear as you take off your heels and change into tennis shoes. “Oh hey where did you put that 100 from earlier?” He asks, taking off his wig to reveal the most horrendous ‘wig cap hair’ known to man. “What this one?” You grab it and wave it in front of his face. He grabs it between his teeth and nods.

You are the friend he needs. Don’t let him down.

As someone who lives within like 3 hours of Detroit, I fear DBH will be real. I am also excited because hot robo-men

Miles morales 1610 x reader

Requested by: @trollmartes

Pronouns: you/yours and they/them

(Miles is your tutor)

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You wernt the smartest person around. Granted, you wernt stupid but sure as hell not Einstein. That is why you found yourself in the library tapping the click-y part of your pen against the table and waiting for your tutor. He had been late by 30 minutes at this point -which made you worry considering the ‘new’ Spider-Man had been fighting someone downtown pretty close to here about 15 minutes ago, what if he had gotten caught up in it? Gotten hurt? Or worse?- anxiety aside, you suddenly felt somone loom over your shoulder. You whip your head around to look at who it is and you see miles, slightly scratched up and out of breath. “hey, sorry I’m late.” You smile at him. “No it’s fine, uh are you ok? You look real banged up-“ you reach out to touch his face and examine a bandaid on his cheek” he panics and grabs your wrist, placing it on the table. “No I’m good I just tripped” he nervously looks around before taking out his phone and handing you an earbud. “Before we start, I made a playlist that I can help you study too. It’s kinda a bunch of stuff we both listen to.” He smiles kindly and takes a textbook out of his backpack. Your face heats as you smile at him, flattering that he remembers your taste in music. You place an earbud in your ear as he does the same and hits play on the song. The world fades out as it’s just you, him, and whatever subject you were studying. Every once in a while he brushes his hand against yours or laughs a little too hard at a joke. It’s very welcome.

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A/N: I hope it was everything you wanted! If you see any problems please let me know. I greatly appreciate constructive criticism. Feel free to request any time:)

Alastor is a girls girl

Another PSA about this because I hate myself but with the return of Hazbin Hotel, I feel like it needs to be said again:

Alastor is not a w-ndigo.

No, I do not care if he is ever referred to that way in canon. He is not a w-ndigo.

W-ndigoag are sacred Anishinaabe spirits representing greed, cruelty, and desperation. They are often associated with cannibalism, but that's because they're the embodiments of the hunger and desperation that comes with a deep northern winter. Many modern Anishinaabe artists associate them with things like pollution and environmental destruction instead. Reducing them down to cannibalism ignores everything else about them.

Since they're winter spirits (again, DEEP NORTHERN WINTERS), it makes no sense for Alastor, who is still from Louisiana as far as I'm aware, to be one.

Also he's not Anishinaabe. Please leave our cultures alone, thanks. If you want to headcanon him as Anishinaabe, have fun, but leave our sacred spirits out of it.

W-ndigoag are not deer.

W-NDIGOAG ARE NOT DEER.

Repeat it with me, folks: W-ndigoag. Are. Not. Deer.

The deer association was completely made up by people turning our cultures into their profits; it has absolutely no basis in either traditional or modern Anishinaabe stories. W-ndigoag, in cultural stories, are either emaciated humans or massive ice humanoids with the person frozen inside of them. They're not deer.

Alastor can just be a cannibalistic deer demon. That's okay. Hell, real deer have been recorded eating meat and even scavenging on human remains. You don't have to appropriate from Native cultures to make him a freaky deer.

Please don't try to argue with me about this, I am so tired and I will start crying.