rebloggable things

Written for @soughtdepths as a commissioned fic! Interested in getting one of your own? CLICK HERE!

LENGTH: 1005 words SERIES: Disney Descendants LOCATION: The Isle of the Lost CHARACTERS: Gaston Sr, Gaston Jr. Gaston III, and Gil Legume. Jacques LeFou and LeFou Deux. NOTES: To avoid complications. Gaston Sr will be Gaston Sr. His sons will be Junior, Gaston, and Gil. LeFou will be referred to as Jacques and his son will be noted as Deux.

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writing with ADHD can be difficult-- it can be a goddamn chore and you sometimes wonder why folks even write with your goofy ass

starting off a reply but getting distracted with youtube, netflix, or reading fanfic-- even your own DASH becomes a distraction

returning to your reply which has three words written and completely forgetting where you were going with that

asking your partners for their skype/discord like-- three times a week. because you forgot if you asked them.

NEVER updating relationship or muse pages-- you’ll do it later-- just-- not now.

having the BEST idea for a reply-- when you’re going to bed. subsequently being UNABLE to sleep until you get out of bed and write it

the agony of realizing in some cases you CAN’T get out of bed to write it

completely forgetting said AWESOME REPLY the moment you wake up

setting up ships and being SO PUMPED ABOUT THEM-- they’re all you’re gonna talk about for a few weeks

months go by, forgetting said ships ENTIRELY til someone brings it up

forgetting which blog you’re on and replying to the wrong thread on the wrong blog.

accidentally clicking REBLOG on a post you had no intention of reblogging because your finger did that weird JOLTY TWITCH THING it does sometimes.

writing 50 new starters when you’ve got a pile of 50+ drafts

making. all. the. blogs. you can’t stick on one character for too long-- but when you do-- IT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE HYPERFOCUSED ON THEM. EVERY DETAIL.

making a multimuse and adding like EVERY SINGLE MUSE YOU COULD POSSIBLY WANT TO WRITE

but not wanting to do the coding for your muse page. uuuuuuuuugh

asking someone for their skype/discord because you forgot if you’ve done that already.

getting irritated when folks try to write a character with ADHD and just--- do it W R O N G. we’re not all hyperactive sparkle princesses. DO YOUR RESEARCH.

trying to juggle friendships-- not having the spoons to pay attention to everyone at once.

getting extremely emotionally invested in threads-- like--- to the point of GENUINE reactions. empathizing with the characters too much-- or getting INSANELY jealous too easily.

trying not to come across as TOO EXCITED to talk to someone cuz you don’t want to scare them off

opening an IM to reply to someone, only to completely forget to do that cuz you JUST thought of a great ask to send to an entirely DIFFERENT blog!

revisited an old fandom just to make an old joke

I won’t follow you if you don’t have one for your muse. Not gonna follow if you don’t have a rules page either-- but that’s not what I’m ranting on.

I’ve had folks message me like ‘well I linked to a wiki page about my character!’ or worse yet they straight up plagiarized the wiki page.

I don’t want that. I want to read YOUR writing on YOUR muse. That’s the importance of an about page. Not only does it relay important information about your character that I, the mun, should be privy to-- but it helps me better understand your thought process and writing style. 

Thus making the choice whether to follow or not far less of a burden.

So if you copy/paste your about page from a wiki, or steal it from someone else, or LINK TO WIKIPEDIA-- I’m not gonna be following you. Because I consider that poor form. I want to hear about your character in YOUR OWN WORDS-- it doesn’t matter if they’re an OC or straight out of canon.

SPOILERS FOR THE BEST TEAM ARC!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Man what can I say about the Season Finale of Football?

It was a pretty lackluster start for me-- teams winning and losing as they do. It wasn't until the last third of this season that things really picked up. See-- that's when the Best Team arc starts [every season has one, but for some reason it doesn't get too tired].

Anywho-- my favorite characters, the Patriotic Bird Team, were really making a comeback [compared to their season last year]. The big plot twist was when they won the honor of participating in the season finale!

They were considered underdogs too-- but who doesn't love a good underdog story, right? Anyway-- it turns out that the other characters I like [second favorites, as one has] the Patriotic Patriot Team were their ultimate rivals!

I was raised a die-hard fan of the Patriotic Bird Team-- so much so that I resented the Southern Star Team pretty much my entire life.

I'm getting off track here-- the first half of the season finale was typical of an underdog story. They were in the lead. Justin Timberlake even made a cameo this season! I was elated with his musical performance before the SECOND HALF of the season finale kicked off.

Guys. It was. Electric. Both teams were evenly matched and it wasn't til near the END of the episode that Patriotic Bird Team pulled out a win! Despite the attempts of Patriotic Patriot Team-- the underdogs won!

if you aren’t interacting with my oc blog i won’t write with you on my canon blog is a goddamn dick move. if you pull shit like that, please unfollow.

making a straight character gay/bi/pan/ace/etc: ✔️ making a cis character trans: ✔️ making a white character a poc: ✔️ making a gay/bi/pan/ace/etc character straight: ✖️ making a trans/queer character cis: ✖️ making a poc character white: ✖️ 

I’ve seen a few posts going around-- about how the trans community finds genderbending to be offensive. The OP has since deleted it-- not sure why but let’s avoid assumptions.

There are countless more notes on that very post from trans persons saying that it is not. That they don’t find it offensive for someone to explore what a character would be like had they been born a different sex-- and ultimately identified with that gender.

I will admit that the term genderbending is kind of lame. Cisswapped is acceptable-- you’re moving a character strictly across the binary. Taking a cismale and making them cisfemale or the other way round would be cis swapping. You’re exchanging chromosomes. No biggie. 

There are folks who write transgendered versions of characters. Which is also great! So long as you’re not fetishizing that shit-- go to town my friend. I’m all about folks taking cis/straight characters and making them queer. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this. 

Doing it the other way round tho-- yeah. Not okay. Making a canonically trans character cisgendered is not acceptable. That’s a problem. Some might argue that doing it is inherently transphobic-- keep in mind transphobic actions don’t have to be intentional. 

So cis-swap all you want. Explore trans/nonbinary/intersex character AUs. Be respectful of others and you’ll be fine. 

inb4 someone tries to tell me my opinion isn’t valid:  am a queer man. i shouldn’t have to out myself any more than that, and i won’t. so yeah.

I DO NOT PERSONALLY FIND CIS-SWAPPING TO BE TRANSPHOBIC, BUT I RESPECT THE OPINIONS OF THOSE THAT DO.

A little fic gift for @ohmygad-icantevans​ for the BATB gift exchange! There’s some Gafou, some Stanfou and your favorite, Tomick. 

Sorry the anons stopped for a while there btw-- I came down with an awful case of pneumonia. FUN TIMES.

An unusual plant had found its way into the Tavern. Gaston hadn’t noticed it the night before-- nor had anyone else. It was bright and green with waxy white berries attached. He wasn’t sure how it got there or who put it up-- but it seemed harmless for now. Besides, there was decorating to be done today for the holiday festivities this evening.

Plenty more plants would soon adorn the walls, so Gaston paid it little mind as he shrugged off his coat.

LeFou was quick on his heels-- taking the coat in hand and hanging it up beside his chair-- where it belonged. He took his own coat off as well, setting it on a much lower hook-- one designated specifically for himself. Just one of the many perks of being Gaston’s right hand. He turned to his friend, who was already helping himself to a drink.

“The Tavern is going to look amazing tonight, Gaston. No one knows how to decorate like you!” Praise fell from his lips entirely unbidden. It was natural for him to compliment the man on just about everything.

The hunter chuckled, taking a strong swig of his drink. “It’s true, LeFou. Villeneuve isn’t prepared for my artistic vision. And yet they’ll enjoy it all the same. Now where are the others?”

As if on cue, Tom, Dick and Stanley came stumbling in the door, shrugging off the cold. Stanley briskly made his way away from the duo-- who appeared to be in the midst of a spat. 

“It’s nearly Christmas just wait until after the holiday and get it done!” Tom grumbled. “You whine and whimper so much-- you sound like a woman sometimes.”

“I do not!” Dick retorted, prodding his companion in the chest. “My horse threw a shoe-- she can’t properly walk til the blacksmith puts a new one on.”

“So leave her to lie down for a few days then. Then we can go talk to the blacksmith after Christmas.” Tom hissed.

“They’ve been like this all morning.” Stanley remarked to LeFou, who’s attention had been drawn by the spat. “Both of them yowling like feral cats all through breakfast.” Then to Gaston. “Are we going to get to work then?”

“An excellent suggestion!” Gaston bellowed. Tom and Dick could sort out their argument at a later time. Attention had been drawn away from him-- which was unacceptable. “Tom and Dick-- I need the two of you to set the trees up. One in each corner. Stanley-- you and LeFou get a ladder and start nailing the garlands to the wall. The women worked quite hard on them this year, so don’t rip them.”

He was the best at giving orders-- truly no one could compare. Gaston was certain they could all handle the decorating. 

The men obeyed without another word--- Tom and Dick grumbling at one another before returning outside to fetch the trees they’d brought. Four evergreens-- all just about the same height. Gaston had insisted they not be too tall, least they block the view of his murals.

Stanley and LeFou set to work on the garlands-- LeFou would hold them and pass the string up to Stanley on the ladder. He didn’t do heights himself. Plus the view from on the ground wasn’t half bad...

The rest of the afternoon seemed relatively uneventful-- candles were placed on the trees along with a few ornaments. The garlands had been strung around the perimeter of the Tavern. All was well.

“What’s that?” Stanely chimed in, pointing up at the strange plant hanging from above one of the door frames. LeFou stepped under it to investigate, craning his neck upward to try and get a better look. 

“Some sort of plant? It was here when we got here. Maybe someone left it?” The portly male presumed.

An odd sensation overcame the curl-haired male. Stanley stared down at LeFou. His body seemed to react automatically. Stepping closer as a hand gripped the male’s chin. Their lips met only briefly-- but it was enough to make both parties blush. Stanley quickly stumbled back, cheeks a vibrant red.

Tom and Dick chuckled in the corner.

“I-- I didn’t mean to do that!” Stanley quickly apologized. “I’m so sorry-- I don’t know what came over me.” He stammered. LeFou was no longer under the plant-- having stepped away at the kiss. Not that he minded at all-- but his heart was pounding madly in his chest.

“What’s all this then?” Gaston, who’d been admiring himself in the reflection of a mug, turned his attention to the commotion. Moving over to the door frame himself, he quirked a brow. This time the hero moved underneath the plant to inspect it.

LeFou moved to join him, tilting his head. “Gaston?”

The moment the hunter turned his attention downward, he felt an impulse well up inside-- one he made no attempt to control. Gaston had always been a man of instinct-- and trusted his own well. One arm wrapped firmly around the shorter male’s shoulders-- a hand grabbing the back of his head-- while the other snaked about his waist.

LeFou was drawn in tight, as Gaston crashed their lips together in a hungry kiss. It reflected the sort of man he was-- passionate, strong, and dominant. At least, as far as LeFou was concerned. 

In his mind-- the brunet was screaming. Gaston was kissing him. And not just a peck. This was... intense. He let himself get swept up into it, letting out a soft groan. Unfortunately this sound was enough to snap Gaston out of his stupor. He pulled back and shoved the shorter male away, wiping at his mouth.

“What form of sorcery is this?” He scowled at LeFou-- then the plant above them. He was frustrated. Not just by how effortless that had been, but how right it felt and how much he’d enjoyed it. 

“Tom. Dick. Get over here and take this thing down.” He growled, moving back over to the bar to pour himself another drink. He needed to wash this sweet taste out of his mouth with something tart.

Looking at one another, Tom and Dick contemplated disobedience for a moment-- but a frustrated grunt from Gaston inspired them to reconsider. 

LeFou had made himself scarce-- rushing off to handle something that had come up. Stanley took notice of this-- slipping out the back to follow the flustered Frenchman. He certainly didn’t deserve to feel bad for being kissed-- nor did Stanley believe his friend should feel shame for such a thing.

Yet he knew LeFou and how that sweet mind could turn on itself-- so he chased after the man to ensure he was alright.

Meanwhile Tom and Dick were tasked with removing the obviously cursed plant. Tom grabbed a broom first-- repeatedly swatting at it in an effort to knock it off. Yet the plant did not come down.

Dick grabbed one of the pokers from the fire, and attempted to pry the plant off. Yet it did not come down.

They tried whatever they could get their hands on-- but the object was absolutely enchanted. Somewhere between the stool and stein being tossed at the green affront to decency, Tom noticed something.

On the ground underneath the sprig-- two of the berries had fallen. Glancing up he noticed one remained. Was it possible that the kisses caused the berries to fall? It-- It could mean that one last kiss would free the cursed plant from its post.

“Dick. Commere.” He gestured for the male to approach. Gaston had since left the Tavern to try and clear his head. They were alone.

Quirking a brow, Dick approached his friend. What was Tom up to? Before he could stop the man-- Tom stepped under the mistletoe. Dick attempted to take a step back, but found himself approaching instead. He extended a hand to caress that bearded cheek, staring into those oddly enchanting eyes-- why hadn’t he noticed before how soft Tom could look?

Blue really was a nice color on him.

Their lips met chastely, though the kiss quickly deepened into something more as both parties were swept up into it, much like Gaston and LeFou before them. Dick shoved his friend against the frame of the door, hungrily capturing his lips, grabbing his hips and rolling his own forward. 

The kiss was quickly escalating into something far more intense than the one before.

Tom whimpered between them but made no attempt to stop the taller male. His arms draped over Dick’s shoulders as he returned the kiss with equal fervor. 

There was a faint snapping noise as the mistletoe fell to the ground. Shortly after the pair quickly separated, averting their gazes as they both blushed far redder than either could ever recall. Yet the curse of the mistletoe had been broken. The plant was stomped on and tossed outside in a snow bank, where it could never bother someone else again.

Later that evening the party was in full swing-- everyone was in high spirits and none of the men dared to speak about what had happened. They behaved as if the afternoon had been entirely uneventful, and the party was a success. The plant had gone missing-- picked up by the beggar woman as she strolled through the streets. A coy smile crossed her lips.

IF YOU’RE NOT A ROLEPLAY BLOG, THIS MEANS YOU

When a writer or roleplayer asks you to stop reblogging their content. DON’T FUCKING REBLOG IT.

You’re not entitled to it. They’re putting it on their blog for themselves. Many roleplayers don’t like having their threads or headcanons shared around. If you like it-- LIKE the post! That’s all you can do. 

It’s incredibly rude and extremely taboo to reblog headcanons from roleplayers.