People raised their standards so unbelievably high for Dreams face reveal that he was screwed the entire time. If he was as hot as they imagined they’d be toxic stans. If he was a different race they’d be racist. Just because he doesn’t look like the picture you imagined, doesn’t give you any right to be so rude.
He’s a person. He has feelings. Again, just because you imagined him looking one way and he doesn’t look exactly like that, that does give you a right to be a bitch. Don’t post negativity about him or anyone for that matter. What he did took so much bravery because he knew that people have high standards for him.
He is handsome and he is so, so human. And to be able to put a face to the name now makes him all the more human.
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something happening on a mission, something personal that has soap spiralling; panic and rage making him reckless, thoughtless, and ghost has to draw the line
“you’re compromised johnny; you know what that means?”
“you’re not pulling me out,” soap immediately snarls. he turns on him and ghost barely recognises him; venomous fear turning his eyes to unyielding ice. "you're not sidelining me; i need to be in this-!"
but ghost has never been afraid of venom; spat or dripped straight from bared fangs.
he snakes out a hand grip the back of his neck, jerking him in a rough shake. "if you can't think, you can't be a soldier," he growls and he flinches like he's been struck.
his lips quiver as they twist in a sneer and he wrenches, trying to free himself of his hold.
ghost doesn't let him.
"it means you give your body to me because your head ain't fucking attached to it anymore."
soap stills, body trembling beneath his hand as he sucks in shaking breaths.
he tightens his grip, pulling him closer and digs his forehead hard into his. “it means you give yourself to me so i can have the weapon that you are and use you the way you're meant to be used."
the ice in soap's eyes fractures.
ghost’s voice drops to a whisper, spoken only to johnny, not this facade of vengeance and pain, and wills it to reach him through the glaciers.
“so i can keep you safe ‘til it’s done and i can bring you back.”
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it really rubs me the wrong way when people say things about how cis women should just date trans men because they see us as a safer alternative to cis men. because the thing is, cis women being with trans men instead of cis men doesn’t eliminate the unsafe power dynamic the way they often act like it does;
the dynamic is just flipped.
generally speaking, a trans man isn’t any safer in a relationship with a cis woman than that cis woman would be in a relationship with a cis man. it just feels like a safer dynamic if you’re the cis woman because suddenly you’ve become the one with the privilege, and if you’re not used to being the one with privilege in a relationship you might not even think to ask how safe the other person is.
the reality is, the reason that relationship feels safer to you is the same reason it’s not safe for us — we’re safer for you because we don’t have the same privilege as a cis man, and we also don’t have the same privilege as you. when you date us because we’re safer, you’re dating us because we have less power.
that’s not to say cis women should never date trans men, or that it’s bad to seek out trans men if you don’t feel safe in relationships with cis men. but you have to recognize the power dynamic you’re opting into — you have to realize that you’re not going into a relationship that’s safer overall, you’re just going into one that’s safer for you. you have to be prepared for the person you’re interested in to have all the same fears and reservations about you that you had about cis men.
and most importantly, you have to actually put the work into being a safe person; you have to put effort into unlearning transphobia overall, especially into unlearning anti-transmasculinity, and you have to do it before you start seeking out trans men.
i’m very familiar at this point in my life with how unsafe relationships with cis women can be for trans men, romantic or otherwise, and i know most other trans men have probably had similar experiences to mine. we know very well that you might not be safe; we need you to know that, and we need you to care enough about us to make yourself safe.
us being “safer” for you isn’t just a nice benefit for you, it’s a direct result of the fact that we are oppressed and that you hold power over us. if you’re going to seek us out for your safety, know what that really means.
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I'm really enjoying your vampire Au!
Could I request where the reader finally asks to be turned?
i didn’t know which characters you wanted, so i just wrote a scene with the housewardens <3
“How would you know what they want?” Leona snarks.
“They like me best, of course I know them well!” Vil says.
Leona rolls his eyes. “Yeah? Last I checked, they liked me pretty well too.”
Sitting in the living room of the mansion, the vampires try to discuss what their future will be with you, their human roommate.
“I, for one, believe it would be beneficial to have MC become a vampire,” Azul says, acting a little too disinterested.
“Must you make every choice sound like some kind of business decision? This is MC’s life we are discussing. Not some kind of ploy.” Riddle sighs, feeling a little too much like the most rational in the room.
“He’s just trying to seem cool. Everyone can tell he’s crazy about MC,” Idia pipes up from the farthest end of the couch. Azul glares from beside him.
“Have you considered that it is not your decision to make?” Malleus says, finally speaking up.
Kalim jumps, having forgotten Malleus was here, before his usual sunshine grin returns. “Malleus is right! Only MC can decide what they want to do.” He pauses, tone becoming less joyful: “Although…I will be sad if MC chooses not to stay with us.”
“MC will stay,” Vil states. “I’m sure of it. The question is, as a vampire or as a human?”
“If they stay as a human, it’s practically the same as them leaving,” Leona grumbles.
The remark leaves a moment of silence lingering between them, no one wanting to address the possibility.
“We must consider that they may not be happy as a vampire,” Riddle says.
“But they could be,” Azul points out.
“There is no point of discussing it further. We will have to ask them.” Malleus looks at the door. “MC, I know you are there. Come in.”
You open the door and enter the room sheepishly. “Sorry, I just…realized you all were talking about me and I didn’t know how to interrupt.”
“So? What’s your choice?” Leona presses.
“Leona! Do not pressure them, they have to make their own decision.”
“It’s okay, Riddle,” you reply. “I’ve already made my decision.”
“Think this through before you give us an answer, MC. Becoming a vampire means choosing to spend an eternity with me.”
“With you? Don’t you mean us?” Idia mumbles.
Malleus pretends not hear his comment, still smiling gently at you.
“I want to stay with you. With all of you.”
“As a vampire?” Vil asks with bated breath.
“As a vampire,” you turn your smile to him. “I want to be turned.”
The sudden relaxation is felt throughout the room.
“Now the question is, who will get to turn MC?” Azul asks.
Seven pairs of eyes turn back to you, awaiting your response.
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vampire bats share mouthfuls of blood to other bats they’re close to if they weren’t able to feed and now i need old vampire!ghost sharing a bloody kiss with fledgling!soap, giving him mouthfuls of blood bc his fresh fangs are too sensitive to bite with
it’s been so long since he was turned that ghost’s forgotten the deep ache that comes with growing fangs and he almost worries when johnny goes to bite into the meal he’s brought him only to whimper and pull back; only the slightest pinpricks of a bite left in the man’s neck, barely enough to bring blood to the surface
it’s only when johnny whines and massages at his gums that ghost realises his oversight; crooning at his sweet mate in reassurance. he’s not upset that he couldn’t feed, at the unintentional rejection of his offering. he’ll make the pain stop
ghost pulls the man to his mouth and sinks in his fangs, sucking in a heavy mouthful and drops the now paralysed prey back to his feet; his throat steadily gushing with blood and spilling over his body
he cups johnny’s face, looking into his eyes, teary with pain and hunger, and purses his lips to carefully drip the blood into his mouth. the pain immediately vanishes from his eyes, replaced with pure bliss as he opens his mouth wide; curling his tongue to catch every drop. ghost presses his mouth to his in a hungry, blood-filled kiss; tongues twining together as they share the taste
johnny sucks the last of it from his lips and ghost guides him down to lap at the prey’s neck; licking up the blood he was too weak to draw himself. he’s ravenous with it, his whole face covered in red as he licks up the spill and suckles at ghost’s bite
ghost’s filled with an overwhelming pride at having provided for his mate in an even deeper way than just hunting for him. he spilled the blood johnny’s drinking; fed him in the most intimate way their kind knows and he’ll do it a hundred times over for his love
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