who is the silver fox

My dudes. My companions. My bosom buddies.

Voltron Legendary Defender is an otome. Think about it.

Heroine is a lost princess infused with great power and the driving force behind a great destiny.

Wakes up to five mysterious and sexy strangers in her castle. Who are all tied to that great destiny with her.

Fluffy animal companions!!!

An older figure who serves as a mentor. Also very handsome in a silver fox kinda way.

Multiple love interests COMPLETE WITH COLOR CODING!

The mature one who is usually all business but has his humorous moments, and is also illegal levels of hot. No one works with you like he does.

The broody, mysterious one whose initial impression is kinda hostile like what the hell’s his deal? But he’s really a sweetheart. Just can’t social good. Quietly watches over you.

The best friend who makes a great candidate for a femslash route because if there is something Otome games desperately need it’s more gay. Hard to talk to at first, then really warms up to you.

The cuddly one who is all sunshine and sweetness, no secrets, connects with you instantly by teaching you games and other fun things, childhood friend type.

…That Guy™. Why are you even on this route? He’s ridiculous, doesn’t take anything seriously, and way too full of something alright. Still, something about him is irresistible and his Good End is very rewarding.

The animal-eared guy. A secret route that only becomes available through specific decisions and triggered flags. For the secret furry in you.


The Bad. He’ll use you and leave you when he’s done but damn he’s hot. All his endings are Bad Ends unless you play the game in a very, very specific way. It’s fine if love ain’t got nothing to do with it. Go ahead. Let out your inner bad girl.

DLC

Cliches

Remus Lupin x reader

Masterlist

The one thing you had always hated was cliches; it bothered you to the point of pure irritation.

Reading had always been your favorite hobby, but the characters always seemed slightly off to you. The girls were all “clumsy” and incredibly beautiful without even realizing it, and the guys were all tall and muscular. It annoyed you how every character was the same. The “clumsy, shy and beautiful” main character had become such a cliche in love stories, that you could barely read them anymore. And don’t forget about the “unique, powerful, only person who can save us all” girl. The one completely ordinary character, who suddenly was able to turn in to fucking Rapunzel and save everyone with her magical fucking hair.

You had accepted the fact that you were completely ordinary, except being a wizard. One could say you were happy about being ordinary; it gave you a sense of comfort. Being special would probably cause you way to much stress, and to be honest, you hated the idea of attention from other people.

So when you had decided to become an animagus, you pretty much expected to become something completely normal. Maybe a dog or something close to that. The fear of becoming something weird was always there though. And being friends with Sirius Black, the drama queen of Hogwarts, was not helping your paranoia.

The minute you had told him about your plan to become an animagus, he had started guessing what you would turn into. The guesses went from fly to giraffe, each one more absurd than the other. He even had a bet with James on what they thought you would become. James had guessed something cute, like a small bird. Sirius however, had guessed penguin. His reasoning for this was still unknown, and you weren’t really sure if you wanted to find out.

Sirius had spent a long time explaining why James’ guess was completely wrong;

“She isn’t going to be something cute or dainty, James. She swears like a sailor and to be honest, she isn’t very ladylike. She’s actually quite weird, which is why I chose a penguin. It matches her personality perfectly.” he finished with a smug look on his face.

To which you had responded;

“Fuck off, Black!”

To avoid the constant teasing from Sirius, you had asked Remus to be the one who would teach you. After months of practicing and having the horrible mandrake leaf in your mouth, you were finally ready.

It was a late Thursday night. You and Remus stood in an empty classroom, the tension in there obvious. You weren’t sure who was more nervous, you or him. He had gotten the idea that if anything went wrong, it would be his fault. It felt nice knowing that he worried about you, since you’d had a crush on him since third year.

Yet, if anything went wrong, you wouldn’t want him to blame himself. Scrunching your face in concentration you closed your eyes and tried to empty your head. The suspension both distracting and nerve-wracking.

“Just empty your head. I know it’s hard, but we’ve got all the time in the world” Remus said softly from beside you. Little did he know that his words made your stomach tingle with butterflies, and it was not helping at all.

Trying to ignore Remus’ presence, you followed his advice. With an empty head you focused solely on the task at hand. You bit your tongue hard from frustration as nothing seemed to happen. Just a little bit longer…
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“You-you turned in-into…” Sirius laughed. He could barely stand straight, James couldn’t either. Their snorts of laughter bounced off the walls in their dormitory.

Fate was cruel. Out of all the thing your animagus shape could have taken, it had to be something completely unexpected. And you didn’t want that. So many people would have killed to become special and unique, so why did it have to happen to you?
Well, you thought. At least Sirius has something to laugh about.

“Yes, I turned into a silver fox. Get over it” you tried to keep a straight face, but the corner of your mouth tugged upwards slightly. Less than three seconds later you burst out laughing as well.

“Oh, the irony. Pay up, Pads” James said whilst supporting himself on Remus.

“You didn’t win, Jamsie!” Sirius exclaimed before pointing a finger at you.

“She didn’t turn in to a bird, did she?”

“No, I guess not. But a silver fox is pretty cute. and I guessed something cute” James defended himself.

“Neither of you won, okay?” Remus sighed from besides you. You were situation on his bed in their dormitory, like you usually would on a Friday night.

“Besides, I think her animagus form is cute” he added.

“Of course you do, Moony. You’re bloody in love with the girl” Sirius teased, not really paying attention to Remus’ bewildered expression. Based on his reaction, Sirius hadn’t planned to let that slip out.

“Uh- I mean- Not in love-no. I-in loaf. Remus really loves loaf. you see” Sirius stuttered looking very guilty. James looked like he was about to burst out laughing, but stopped himself.

“Sirius, mate, the cat’s out of the bag.” he said.

No one noticed that Remus was growing redder by the second. He let out a hurried “excuse me” before leaving in a rush.

“Look what you did, you idiots” you sighed. Following Remus, you cast them one last glare.

You found him stood in the empty common room, banging his head against the wall. It almost made you laugh, but given the situation, you didn’t.

“Rem, it’s fine. I actual-”

He cut you off before you could tell him that you liked him back;

“It’s not fine, not at all. I completely ruined our friendship. I understand why you don’t like me back. No one would like a werewolf, I mean-”

“Remus”

“What?”

“I like you too”

“No, you don’t”

Now it was your turn to be confused;

“What do you mean? Of course I like you.”

“You’re just saying that because you feel bad for me”

“Would someone who only felt bad for you do this?”

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before taking two long steps and putting your lips on his. Your hands gripped his neck, but for a few seconds he didn’t kiss you back. Then, almost as if he finally understood that this was actually happening, his lips started moving in sync with yours. His hands found their way to your hips, as you tugged softly on his hair. You had both thought about just how perfect this moment would be, but you would have never imagined this. His body fit against your like it was made to be there, and you poured all your emotions into the kiss. Breaking away for air, he leaned his forehead against yours.

“Sirius was right”

“Huh?”

“I am bloody in love with you”

I’m sorry. This is pretty all over the place, but I have major writers block and this is the best it is gonna get. It’s also unedited, so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes. This is for the anon who requested a Remus imagine with a silver fox animagus, I hope it turned out okay xxx

azrielever  asked:

Like, what are your Headcanons about Jason, Percy, Nico and Will when they get older? Who becomes a silver fox and who loses their hair? Who ages gracefully and who looks like they pulled a deal with Satan and still look young for a middle aged man? Who mellowed with age and who's a grump? Who gets a pauch and who still looks in shape? Just general habits and body hcs as they get middle aged.

Ooooh that sounds interesting. 

I have a bad feeling all demigods age a little faster than the average mortal, they’ve had to carry the world on their shoulders and that left it’s marks. Anyway, here we go:

Percy starts greying first, not just because he has been through more in some ways. His hair’s black too, so grey stands out a lot more.
He’s grown a beard in his early twenties, and looks so much like his father it irritated Sally in the beginning.
He definitely does not mellow with age, still as much of a little shit and ready to start a fight at a moment’s notice. He’s somewhat wiser now though, and scarily powerful. He may not be able to move as quickly as 12yr old Percy could, but his skill accumulated over years of fighting and training and surviving is down right insane. 
Percy travels around for a while, he joins satyrs in finding new demigods. Percy’s in his thirties when he settles at camp as a teacher and helps Chiron run the place. He gets a room in the big house because he is not the only child of Poseidon anymore and doesn’t wanna creep the kids out.
He has devoted a lot of time to arrange good communication with Camp Jupiter, to have events together every now and again, and to help each other out when either is in trouble. He and Reyna grew to be close friends, who are jokingly bitter about the youngsters thinking they own the place.


Jason grows up nicely, he loses the puppy dog aura and a fair few campers have an awkward crush on him. He looks like that one teacher, with stubble and dark framed glasses, who loves all his students, always has a cup of tea and a jumper over his dress shirt. Unlike Percy, he definitely mellows with age, unless someone provokes him he isn’t quick to prove that he hasn’t lost any of his skill.
It took Jason a long time to come back to New Rome. Being in Camp Half Blood has shown him that a lot of things are going wrong in the Roman equivalent, that it is not a good environment for young demigods, that he’s been groomed to be a child soldier against his will. Eventually however, Jason grows up enough to realise that he has the power to change that. Reyna and Frank did a lot of work already, but it’s not enough yet for Jason. He makes sure the legion isn’t run by 15yr olds anymore, but by adults like him and Reyna who can shoulder the responsibility. Who can be a parental and authoritative figure to new demigods, help than settle and learn rather than mold them into a shape acceptable to Roman standards.
His wrinkles are mostly smile lines, and despite only a year difference, people always think he’s much younger than Percy. He never stops being the dad friend and fiercely supporting all those close to him


Nico is absolutely stunning in his twenties, there’s n other way of putting it. He grows his hair out to a nice length that can be put in a ponytail or a bun, he grows tall but loses his lankiness in favour of lean muscle and defined lines. He never grows a beard, he can’t, but he doesn’t want to either. 
Percy thinks he looks similar to Hades when Percy first saw him: graceful and elegant, dangerous like a panther waiting to pounce.
Later on, much to Percy’s dismay, Nico doesn’t go grey. His hair is raven black until late into his fifties (while Percy is pretty much flecked with grey from his early thirties on.) His face ages gracefully, little in the way of wrinkles and more in the way of sharpening angles. he looks like an aristocrat, or a king from another time.
Nico took up smoking in his twenties, for a few years until Will managed to convince him to stop. He gets a few tattoos - one to remind him of his sister, one as a reminder of the hardships he survived, one for the new family he found.
Campers look up to Nico more than he ever expected them to. He teaches a few combat classes alongside Percy, but he’s not always around. He still travels back and forth and all around the world, sometimes bringing new demigods with him, sometimes news from Camp Jupiter. While he’s around more often, it seems entirely impossible to pin him down to one place. Some things never change.


Will is like everybody’s favourite grandpa. He doesn’t even look that old, it’s his kind and warm personality that has campers flock around him whenever he visits camp. He’s gone to New Rome to study medicine, the traditional way, and consulted a lot with his Roman siblings there. They’ve had so much to learn from each other, entirely different methods for many things, and Will comes back to Camp Half Blood to share his knowledge with anyone who’s willing to learn. He runs the infirmary for years, but he leaves for a few months every year for organisations such as  Médecins sans Frontières (Doctors without borders? I don’t think that’s a thing in the US?) to help those in need as much as he can. 
Will ages gracefully. Like Jason, most of his wrinkles are smile lines, although he grows grey fairly early on as well. His hair is light, though, so it’s hardly noticable until Will is basically white haired. 

Okay. Story Time.

Bear with me, this is gonna be a doozy.

So I study film in school and the department is like 70% boys and in my Casevettes class specifically there are only two girls including me. Today in that class we watched a movie called Rosetta by the Dardenne brothers (which is 10/10 would recommend) and it’s about a 17 year old poverty level girl and how she takes care of her mom and her relationship with this dude and throughout the whole thing she has these “mysterious” stomach pains which she takes pain meds for and is always grabbing her power stomach in pain and uses a blow dryer as a sort of heating pad.

Now pretty much every girl on the planet would know exactly what those symptoms are without ever seeing any of the movie. That being said this one kid in my class, Zach was all “What was that stomach pain about???” and my teacher Paul (who is a total silver fox btw) starts going on this long rant about how it’s a reference to another super famous filmmaker named Robert Bresson who has a character in one of his films get “mysterious” stomach pain and how it’s supposed to be an ambiguous nod to him and his career/movie.

At this point the girl and I both just start laughing because boys can be so stupid and we couldn’t help it. So Paul goes “What’s so funny about that?” and I reply “Paul, she was on her period. She had cramps.” and so all the boys go Dead Silent and Paul says “What? How could you possibly know that?” and the other girl goes “It’s just obvious!” and Zach butts in and is all “How?!” and so we look at each other and start trying to explain to a room full of men (who have apparently never experience even a singular woman on their period) what it’s like and they all got SO uncomfortable and SO red in the face like they wanted to be anywhere but there so we just kept going to prolong their pain.

 THEN Paul tries to argue with us some more like “You can’t possibly know that for sure, they don’t talk about it so you can’t know.” And at the same exact time we just go “Oh, we know.” And then out of nowhere this foreign exchange student from Belgium in the back who has never uttered a single sound in the entire 13 weeks of class just starts CRACKING up, tears streaming down in face any everything, he just gets up with all his stuff and leaves the room laughing hysterically and muttering in french under his breath.

Moral of the story, foreign exchange students will always surprise you. 

web browsers reimagined as daddies

Explorer is a very old, rich, sugar daddy who’s a bit senile

Mozilla is a silver fox

Chrome is an old lgbt rights campaigner

You had been invited to spend New Year’s Eve with your friend Lizzie. The two of you were going to go to a Bar-B-Q and stay the night at her dad’s house. Her parents were divorced so you had the option of her Mom or Dads house. But her dad’s was closer to the Bar-B-Q and she hadn’t seen him since the beginning of school so you were staying with him. You’d never met anyone in her family but she wanted to introduce you to a childhood friend she thought you’d be perfect for. So you drove in from school and didn’t even stop at the house to put your stuff up; just went straight there. You were having fun. It was New Year’s Eve after all, but the childhood friend James was one of the most boring people you had ever met. He was cute and sweet and all, but didn’t interest you in the least.

There was however a man who had caught your eye. He was older and a bit of a silver fox, but you couldn’t seem to forget about him. Nor him you as it turned out. Every time you’d look over at him; he’d already be staring.

You were getting another drink when someone came to stand next to you at the bar. “You from around here?”

Turning; you saw it was the silver fox who spoke to you.

“No. Just in for the weekend with a friend.” You said.

“You’re here with James?” He asked, his brows arching.

“Oh no. My girlfriend just thought I might like him.”

“Do you? I’ve known him all his life; he’s a good kid.”

“He seems like it, but I think he and I are just meant to be friends.” You said with a half-smile.  “What about you? You here with anyone?”

“My kids are around here somewhere, but I think they’re spending the night at their mom’s. So I probably won’t see much of them til tomorrow.”

“You’re divorced?”

“A few years now.” He said causally.

“I’m (y/n).”

“Elliot.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you Elliot.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

You two spoke for the next hour. You told him all about where you were from, where you went to school. He told you his daughter went there, and about being a detective. You realized it was midnight when people started counting down.

“Ten, Nine, Eight…”

Elliot grabbed your hand and pulled you around the side of house.

“Seven, Six, Five, Four…”

His hand tangled in your hair and the other went around your waist.

“Three, Two, One…Happy New Year!”

“Its good luck.” He explained before kissing you.

 

He took control of the kiss; running his tongue along your bottom lip asking for permission. You opened to him and…you were sure if he hadn’t already had you between him and the wall, you would have fallen into a heap on the ground. You could feel your body burning with blush, your heart was beating fast, and your breathing was becoming shallow. Your skin felt warm all over, and when he kissed you even more deeply…you felt something almost like an electric shock run over your skin. And somewhere deep inside you felt that tightening pull of wanting, of needing someone.

You’d never felt anything like this. Even with all the times you’d been kissed…you’d never felt this. This heat that went into your bones, that drove you to pull him even closer to you and tangle your hands in his hair. He pulled away from you after a few minutes of kissing. You nearly pulled to you again because of the satisfied yet wanting smile across his face.

But instead you said “Why don’t we take this back to your place?”

“What about your friend?” He asked smiling.

“I’ll text her that I’ll see her in the morning, and if I’m not home by seven that I was either kidnapped or having amazing morning sex.” You whispered in his ear before biting the lobe.

 

You weren’t sure if you’d ever had sex that good before. But he had proved to you again, and again, and again last night just how good he was…and once this morning. The two of you were kissing in bed when you heard sounds coming from the kitchen.

“What’s that?” You asked.

“One of the kids must have stayed over last night.” He said before kissing you again.

“As much as I would love to go for round…six…seven? I lost count. Anyway as much as I want to I need to go, lizzie will be worried about me soon.”

“Lizzie?”

“My friend.” You explained getting up and pulling on your clothes.

“That’s my daughter’s name.”

“Really? What a coincidence.” You said before kneeling on the bed to kiss him one last time.

“So that’s it? Just one night and I never hear from you again?” He asked, his arms going around you.

“I left my number on the nightstand.” You said nodding to wear you had written your number on a notepad.

“Good.” He said with a satisfying smile.

Getting up you started to sneak out of the house having to pass through the kitchen.

“Trying to sneak in?” You heard.

Turning you saw Lizzie, your Lizzie making breakfast.

“Yeah.” You said quickly, trying to hide your surprise and confusion.

“Morning Lizzie.” You heard Elliot call as he came into the kitchen.

“Dad this is my friend (y/n).” She explained, seeing the look of slight panic f on his face that she took as confusion.

“Nice to meet you.” He said.

“You too.”

You couldn’t believe this. You’d just slept with your best friend’s dad…more than once.

“She apparently was having hot sex with a silver fox last night.” Lizzie laughed. “Or at least that’s what her text said.” She said as she walked out of the room.

“Oh my god.” You whispered. Panic peeking through your voice.

“It’s ok.” Elliot said trying to hide his laugh as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “She doesn’t know.”

“Yeah…But.”

“No buts. This just means you get to have more hot sex with a silver fox.” He whispered as he kissed your neck.

“Well that’s one thing.” You said breathlessly before pulling away. “Now let me go I have to go get dressed and somehow get Lizzie not ask about who I was with last night.”

“Just one more kiss.” He said pulling you to him.

“Let go.” You laughed.

“Oh fine.” He said letting go.

You started to walk away but stopped as he swatted your bottom. Gasping you turned to see him smiling.

“Just so long as you remember who left that whisker burn on your neck.”

“And why do I need to remember that?”

“So that you’ll be so hot and bothered by tonight that we’ll be able to go all night.” He whispered in your ear as he walked past you. “Because trust me…we…will….go…all night.”

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Of Kingsman and Huntsman ~ Rupert Graves and Mark Strong as Merlin and Riddell, Doctor Who: Dinosaurs On a Spaceship (2012) and Kingsman: The Secret Service (2015)

Do you remember the time when Merlin asked the Doctor to recommend a knight and instead he took him back in time? Yeah, me neither, but I can dream ;)

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#Silver Fox (and Slick Pate) Saturday

i think ill be leaving my blog soon
i graduate this friday, and so the feelings are bound to fade away since im moving across the country
it made it really hard to make this decision just because ive developed such a strong relationship with both of my tc’s, but its for the best. thank you guys for the past several months, i ended up with 500 followers and i didnt think id get so many notes on several of my posts haha
thank you guys for being so accepting, and who knows, i might come across a silver fox in college but well see (shrug)
take care of yourselves everyone, i wish you all the best of luck with all of your tc’s 💕💕💕