#I feel like now I can truly be whatever I want and present myself however I want without feeling like I need to explain myself constantly

[mistydragonflyart]

Cheers to always learning new things about ourselves and happy pride month!!

#pride month #pride #pride month 2022 #my art #art #digital art #comic #lgbtqia+ #queer #lgbt #gender #genderqueer #okay I'm going to rant a bit about gender here #I didn't realize how much pressure I was putting on myself when I identified as a woman #because once I started using genderqueer I felt a weight was lifted off my shoulders and it felt freeing #all the things that made me feel uncomfortable about being a woman is all gone #and for the first time I feel way more comfortable in my own body #I feel like now I can truly be whatever I want and present myself however I want without feeling like I need to explain myself constantly

[itgomyway]

(you)r sp and you ♡

i have already made a post about how you should love yourself and your sp will love you almost as much (bc they actually are you!) but lets go into more detail

a lot of you guys, including me, wanted to get into a relationship. and with that, youve discovered the law of assumption. the basics start off with whatever you assume will be. but after months of arguing, harassment, and bullying on twitter, you’re probably confused and too scared to ask.

FUCK THAT. let me be the one to tell you that none of it matters. you very much can and WILL manifest your sp. others false opinions (false because theyre not real) mean nothing. this isnt a loass post though im talking about non dualism (which is not the same).

“but wait… i want my sp and non dualism isnt about getting so why would i-“ because your sp shouldnt be someone that brings you happiness. they should be someone who adds to your quality of life. why does that sound like loass vs non dualism? because it is.

people use the law of assumption to manifest desires for their physical world. theres nothing wrong with that! that is how i manifested my current relationship. however, when we speak about non dualism, it goes beyond trying to get anything. youre just being. and “getting” into a relationship can very much help or make your false sense of self feel better. you as consciousness know relationships themselves dont exist because it is you but your ego, the false sense of self doesnt know that. it wants to experience love as part of the human condition. but youre still not getting anything. lemme explain.

you were trying to “get” something that was never outside of you TO make you happy. that doesnt make sense when not only are they you, but they are apart of you. everything your awareness is on “reflects” how you feel about yourself because all there is is you.

lets go back to non dualism’s basics. everything is consciousness = you creation is brought on by your awareness = you. “but back when x happened-“ the past and the future do not exist. the only thing that exist is now. you cant “apply” this way of thinking to something that doesnt exist. that makes no sense. youre just going to confuse yourself. i am telling you RIGHT NOW the only truly real thing is YOU. that is all there is and will ever be. you can control your awareness through observations meaning youre in total control. read that again.

so when it comes to your sp, romantic or not, they are never not yours. they were never not you or not a part of you. every thought, feeling, affirmation, or word you wrote down, they have received. because its you. think about it. are you ever aware of anything youre unaware of? (no). because things only exist the moment youre aware of them!

and remember, if something can come to our awareness like a relationship and leave our awareness it is not real. but you, as consciousness are infinite and are always here and always consciousness. so you are real!

after discovering non dualism i have thought about the feelings my boyfriend has presented to me and how they currently match the feelings i have for myself. i have always loved myself and will always love myself. if i didnt, how could i expect my creation, which is a projection of my own self image, to have different feelings than me? your sp isnt a separate person. Your relationships will always show how you feel about yourself, romantic or platonic. they’re not real because they come and go through your awareness but your ego as the false self believes they are. and thats okay. thats its job. let it be and observe them as consciousness.

nothing can happen outside of your awareness because the moment you are aware/conscious of something, it exist instantly. so if your sp is treating you the way you dont want to be treated then reflect on your own feelings about yourself. this DOES NOT necessarily mean work on your self concept. ask yourself if “you” think youre worthy of what it is your ego desires. a lot of my blockage came from that. i had to fall in love with myself so my ego could comprehend how i could be loved. because its still me.

lets talk about “free will”.

“free will” doesn’t exist. lemme tell you why. the idea of free will is a person outside of you having a say in their own life. the basic principle of non dualism means theres only one being, consciousness (you). so tell me how can “another person” “outside” of you have a say in their “own lives” when none of that exist in the first place?

your sp having or not having free will shouldn’t effect how you feel about them unless you see them as a separate entity outside of you. they’re not an “object” you control theyre your creation and another form of consciousness so of course you have control over your creations you have control over EVERYTHING.

your sp feels the same way you feel about yourself. always. if you dont feel good about yourself then i do suggest working on your self concept. not to “get” anything but for YOURSELF! why not love yourself? why cart that responsibility off to your creation?

at the end of the day, itll just be you surrounded by your creations. you can pick and choose what they are specifically BUT THE ONLY REAL THING IS YOU

© itgomyway

#consciousness #nondualism #nonduality #awareness #sp

[archiveikemen]

'Villain Wants To Bother The Little Robin' Story Event: Chapter 2

Jude Jazza & Ellis Twilight Route

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

Jude • Ellis: —!

(It’s coming this way!?)

The parrot flew towards the crown, attempting to grab it with its sharp talons.

(The veil will come off if the crown is taken — I have to stop it!)

I held the crown to my head and bent down.

When the parrot’s feet came closer—

My view was obstructed by a black coat.

(Huh…)

It didn't take me long to realise that it was Jude’s back in front of me.

I heard the sound of rustling feathers before the room fell silent.

(What on earth is going on…?)

Jude: …

In Jude’s hands was the parrot that had fallen limp, like it was asleep.

(Oh… Jude put it to sleep.)

Jude’s curse ability to make people fall asleep also worked on animals.

Abel: I am terribly sorry, Your Majesty! Is everything alright!?

Jude: Ellis.

Ellis: Got it.

Ellis leapt at the panicking ambassador and pinned him down, swiftly restraining him.

(— His physical ability never fails to amaze me, no matter how many times I see it.)

(The ambassador didn’t even notice when Ellis got behind him.)

Abel: L- Let go of me…!

Ellis: … Sorry, I can’t allow you to leave.

Ellis: I’ll listen to your side of the story… so stay still.

Ellis remained calm, as if he were guessing the menu for tomorrow’s breakfast.

The ministers present were astonished by his nonchalant attitude.

Jude: American Ambassador Abel.

Jude: Should your act of disturbance be determined to have been premeditated, you shall not be allowed to depart from this palace alive.

I couldn't help but feel surprised when I heard Jude speak in perfectly fluent Queen’s english.*

*And Niki does not know how to write in Queen’s english. Niki is not English, sadly.

(Just now, Jude…?)

I finally understood what Ellis meant when he said that Jude was capable of proper behaviour when in public.

Despite maintaining the air of danger surrounding him, his language and demeanour were refined.

Abel: That bird is usually very tame!

Abel: Although it gets excited when it smells a certain flower, I am certain that’s not the case this time!

Abel desperately tried to explain himself to Jude and I.

Ellis: The smell of flowers? … Are you talking about a sweet smell, like coconut?

Abel: Huh? That’s right… but why do you ask?

Ellis: … Nothing.

Abel: Whatever it is, I’m telling you the truth! Please believe me!

Jude: — If ever it is discovered that you may not be innocent, be prepared to send word to your home country, for we shall take action and execute your punishment immediately.

Abel: … I- I understand.

In response to the cold and stern warning, Abel nodded with a sincere look.

(That facial expression… and the way he showed genuine concern towards Her Majesty, they don’t seem to be just an act.)

(I wonder if someone like him is really plotting an assassination attempt…)

— The audience ended shortly afterwards, and it was time to move to the banquet.

Abel remained cheerful and unbothered throughout, further increasing my doubts.

However, when I was about to take my leave, a minister wearing glasses approached me and whispered into my ear.

Bespectacled Minister: Please be careful, Your Majesty.

Kate: …?

Bespectacled Minister: The better someone looks on the outside, the harder it is to tell what is truly on their mind.

(... I- Is that so?)

I inwardly cocked my head in puzzlement, and nodded in silence.

Jude • Ellis: …

…

The dinner table was lined with luxurious dishes.

While pouring wine, the ambassador conversed with the ministers at the table, discussing politics and trade.

(Thanks to the little bit of knowledge I tried to equip myself with beforehand, I can vaguely understand their conversations.)

(Because I have that knowledge, I feel less nervous to be sitting here… it turns out that my preparations were important after all.)

Jude was standing behind me like a bodyguard, while Ellis stood at the opposite end of the table and kept an eye on the whole room.

After the main course of the dinner, the alcohol started to kick in.

Abel: Speaking of which, does Your Majesty always keep the veil on while dining?

Kate: …!

My heart nearly popped out of my chest when Abel spoke directly to me all of a sudden.

(Victor taught me how to dine with the veil on.)

(That’s why I thought that Her Majesty regularly wears a veil… is that correct?)

I hesitated, and gave a late nod in response.

Jude: Her Majesty seldom dines in the presence of others.

Jude: Her Majesty has a bad throat today, she is therefore unable to speak.

Abel: Oh, I see! It is my greatest pleasure to be given the honour of being here during this very special occasion.

(As much as I’m grateful to him for helping me cover up, I’m worried about the consequences of being this indebted to Jude…)

I turned to look behind me, and my eyes met his amethyst eyes.

Jude: … 😏

His thin lips lifted into a smirk.

Abel: But why do you wear a veil? Is there something you want to hide?

Abel: Otherwise, wouldn't it be much easier to dine without the veil?

Jude: …

(Has this man figured out who I am…?)

My heart hammered uncomfortably against my chest at his extremely direct questioning — just then,

Ellis: Ah.

SMASH! The sound of pottery shattering echoed through the room.

Ellis: … I’m sorry. I leaned on it a little, and then it broke.

(Ellis…!?)

Ellis tone was no different from his usual, and he simply stared down at the large broken vase.

Plump Minister: T- That vase is highly cherished by Her Majesty…!

Ellis: I see. How much does it cost? :)

Plump Minister: A… a hundred pounds is no large sum… no, its monetary value is not what's important here…!

Ellis: Oh, really… sorry, Your Majesty.

(S-Sorry…?)

Our eyes met, and Ellis gave me a reassuring smile.

I nodded, while at the same time apologising profusely to Her Majesty in my heart.

(I think… I get why Jude said that Ellis is crazy.)

(Ellis is more than willing to use any means necessary to fulfil his purpose.)

Abel: Hahaha! Maintaining your composure although your precious vase was broken, you truly are magnanimous, Your Majesty!

Abel: Despite not being able to see your face behind the veil, I am still able to see Your Majesty's personality through your actions!

I wasn't very certain about it, but I felt that I had given the ambassador a good impression of myself as Her Majesty.

(If I rely entirely on the two of them, the amount of debt and damaged property will be too much to bear…)

(I must be capable of handling the situation well myself too—!)

My determination was useless.

A huge commotion was caused when a cat ran into the dining hall, and the tablecloth caught fire.

The way in which the dinner came to an end was far from peaceful.

…

(I’m exhausted…)

Kate: The plan is for me to sleep in Her Majesty’s bed chamber tonight… right?

Ellis: Mm-hmm, that’s the plan… are you worried? Do you need me to sleep with you?

Kate: T-Thank you for the offer, but that won't be necessary. I can sleep alone.

Jude: Lock the room door. Only people from the palace can open it from the outside.

Kate: Really? That’s a relief.

Jude • Ellis: …

Kate: I wonder if there really is an assassination plot…

Kate: Judging by his character, I find it hard to believe that Abel would plan such a thing.

Jude: … If criminals were that easy to read, then every single one of them in the world would've been imprisoned by now.

Jude: Wracking that tiny brain of yours is useless, just go to bed.

I shot Jude an annoyed glare when he knocked me on the head, but he already turned his back to me and walked away.

Ellis: Jude is right, you don't have to worry too much.

Ellis: … Good night, Kate. See you tomorrow.

Kate: Mm… thank you, Ellis. Good night.

(There's really no point in overthinking, I guess?)

(... I should go to sleep early, in preparation for tomorrow.)

After Kate went to bed…

Jude: Any changes?

Ellis: Two people entered and left the room. One of them was seen with the person who approached the crown.

Jude: Tch… we’re definitely going to work till late into the night. Damn it.

Ellis: Oh. I’m relieved that you’re coming with me.

Jude: Cut the crap and get moving.

Ellis: … I hope Kate is asleep.

Ellis: She’ll surely be frightened if she’s awake.

Jude: It'd be better to scare her a little. That way, she won't so recklessly accept such awful missions ever again.

Jude: She’s one troublesome princess.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil story event #jude jazza #ellis twilight

[agaypanic]

Can you make hcs of rory or Benny dating someone who’s gender fluid? 🫶🏻

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A/N: im also genderfluid so this was fun to write lol i hope this doesn’t read too much as an afab reader but if it does, that’s bc im afab and i imagine myself in the story/situation to make writing easier, so sorry if it reads that way!

***

Benny

I think it might take him a minute to fully understand

But no matter what, he’s supportive

Like, number one defender against assholes and haters

Will try to figure out a spell or potion to help with dysphoria

“Abracadabra, you have a dick” “Alacazam, you got titties”

Sometimes, his magic doesn’t work as planned tho

Today was one of those days where nothing really felt right. Whatever you threw on, however you did your hair or makeup, none of it made you feel the way you wanted to feel. It quickly made you irritable.

“You okay, babe?” Benny asked as you paced around in frustration.

“No.” You said a bit meanly. You didn’t mean to sound that way, but you couldn’t help it. “It’s just… Nothing looking right!” You sighed sadly, flopping on your bed and looking at your boyfriend. “But it’s not just the clothes. I… I don’t wanna be in this body right now, you know?”

Benny pursed his lips, wishing he could take your frustration away somehow. The two of you lay in silence for a bit before Benny sat up slightly, having an idea.

“I might know a spell that can help!”

“The last time you said that, you gave me a tail.”

“That was one time!” Benny flopped back down, laughing a little at the memory of you having to go to Grandma Weir with your tail between your legs. Literally. He held your hand, thumb sweeping over the back of it as he looked at you. “One day, I’ll figure it out. Then you’ll never have to feel like this again.” He kissed the back of your hand, making you smile. “I promise.”

Rory

Tbh i kinda headcanon that rory’s genderfluid

At the very least, that dude is not cis

I truly believe that

But ANYWAYS

If you have a more feminine wardrobe but are feeling more masc or androgynous, he lets you take whatever you want from his closet

Just hope that you dont mind nerdy shirts bc that’s the majority of his tops

Always does a pronoun check, even if you’re presenting yourself in a certain way

When you’re at the mall looking at clothes and whatever, you’re mainly looking for things to share

“These jeans look cool.” You mutter, holding the pants up against your body to show Rory, who was going through a rack of shirts. 

“Ooh, what about this shirt?” Rory asked, holding up a blue dinosaur shirt, grin wide and bright.

You held the pants to Rory’s body, trying to imagine him in the outfit. It looked good in your head, so you nodded, and then Rory held the shirt up to you to do the same. He nodded, and you both decided to go to the fitting rooms.

Before you reached it, you got distracted by a rack of accessories.

“Should we get a belt?” You asked, and that was when Rory noticed that you weren’t next to him anymore. He sped back to your side, looking at all the options. “What about this one?” You held up a chain belt, and Rory nodded.

“Yeah!”

“Okay, now let’s go.” You say after grabbing the chain, pulling Rory off to the dressing rooms.

***

Benny Weir Taglist: @batmandallyboy

#agaypanic #benny weir #benny weir x reader #benny weir headcanons #rory keaner #rory keaner x reader #rory keaner headcanons #my babysitter's a vampire #my babysitter's a vampire x reader

[91nighthawk]

My son's 23rd birthday

To start I'd like to inform you all that today was my son's 23rd birthday, so as you can imagine the days been quite busy for me. Sadly he isn't home now, he had made plans to go drinking with friends and theirs a fair chance he won't be back till the morning. However that doesn't mean I didn't give him the best birthday I could while he was here.

I'm not gonna lie, I've slowly been feeling equal parts anxious and excited for this all week. Now with everything come and gone I honestly feel a strange sense of calm and happiness. For a little refresh on everything that's gotten us here, I'll put a link to my [First](https://reddit.com/r/Incestconfessions/s/rBQwfhqT0H) and [Last](https://reddit.com/r/Incestconfessions/s/kawhjcvttU) post.

The day started out simple with the both of us waking up in our bed and me wishing him a happy birthday. He told me about his plans with his friends and while I was a little disappointed, I reminded myself that this was his day. We got up and headed to the livingroom where I began to cook his favorite breakfast. He was acting affectionate holding me from behind while I cooked and he asked what his present would be. I don't know if he had a feeling about what I was planning but it didn't matter, I wanted to do something special for him.

I told him that his gift was simple, as of today he would be the true man of the house.. and as the man of the house, whatever he wants goes. He took a moment to think on this before reaffirming that I truly meant anything, which I did.

It didn't take long after that before he chose to test the waters, while holding me from behind he simply said that he'd like to see me without panties. The request definitely aroused me, but with as much composure as I could muster I accepted and slid off my panties. As he reached down and began to play with my clit, he told me that he'd like me to stay like this for him today. Which I of course nodded to in agreement, spending the rest of the day with my ass and pussy out for him.

The day was intense after this as I found myself at the mercy of my son's deepest fantasies. He fingered me, licked me, kissed me.. made me suck him and stroke him until he came, each time doing so on my pussy. As the sun began to fall I felt filthy down there, my pussy was sticky with his loads and I smelled like his property. Yet he still hadn't done what I figured he would do.. I began to think maybe he didn't feel he was ready.

I won't lie, I began to feel a little disappointed but I wasn't about to force something like this on my son so if that's how the day would go then so be it. It was an hour left until he would be leaving with his friends and I was getting some stuff ready for a shower. Then suddenly as I'm gathering a change of clothes I hear my bedroom door shut.

He moves quick and pins me back against my dresser kissing me deeply and roughly, his hand reaching for my bare bottom and squeezing. At this moment I began to regret all the lessons I'd been giving him, as he seemed to know his way around my body nearly as well as me. Finally he led me back to my bed and pushed me onto it as he took down his pants and pushed his cock against my cum soaked clit. I felt like a nervous virgin here breathing heavily as my son slowly prodded my entrance, looking in my eyes before dropping the biggest bomb I'd ever heard. He said that he knows about my reddit account, and with that, I felt every inch of my son's cock slowly squeeze into my pussy.

I was out of practice, I hadn't been fucked in years at this point, so to feel myself being entered like this was enough to make me cum hard. He began to whisper, calling me his slutty mom, his soulmate, his bitch! He rocked in and out of me at a steady forceful pace, pushing as deep as he could with each thrust making my toes curl! I wrapped my legs around him as I moaned and whimpered my son's name, my pussy aching around him as I closed my eyes!

He went on telling me that he wants me to make a new post tonight, a post telling every one of my fans about how much I loved being fucked by my own son. How I've always wanted this deep down, and how I don't want him to find another girl, that I wanna be his only girl! He said if I promised to do that, then he'd give me what I really wanted.. so I agreed.

With that he pulled out of me and had me bend over on my bed, sticking my ass up as he knelt behind me, in an instant sliding his cock back into me! He fucked me! He fucked me so hard! I came over and over! I think it had to have been three or four times total, but at this point they were so frequent that they blended together. I felt my legs shaking as his cock slammed in me and his hands gripped my hips tightly! He said that he loves me, that he's always loved me, and that he was about to fill me.. just like I wanted.

I whimpered and gasped out desperate please for it, I begged my son to cum in me! With that, his cock slammed balls deep and I felt the sensation of his throbbing cock shooting his cum into my womb. It was by far the greatest orgasm I've ever experienced, and the taste of my boys lips after made it all the sweeter.. ❤️

We spent some time like that.. connected and close as a mother and son could ever be. He told me that I shouldn't shower tonight, that way I could keep his scent till he got back.. it was a filthy suggestion, but I followed my mans orders. After awhile I cleaned his cock off and sent him on his way to hang out with friends while I returned to my room.

Only now as I fulfill his request and take the time to think on what happened have I begun to consider that, all this may have been his plan. I don't wanna go into it.. but, I think hes truly gotten me to fall for him. I'm laying here typing this, drooling at the idea of him coming back home to me his mother, his lover! I feel like a needy housewife.. and honestly it's the happiest I've felt in a long time.

I don't want this to end.. I love my Nathan more than I could ever love any other man and no matter where he wants to take us, I'll go. With that tho, I'll be laying here waiting for my lover to come home, hoping that he reads this while out with his friends. Knowing that at home he has a mother and a lover eager awaiting her mans return.

I love you Nathan, don't stay out too late.. ❤️❤️❤️

[sissybabycucksophia]

The Adult Baby Adoption Part 1

(This story is complete fiction and although i may desperately wish it isn’t, there is no fact or real world experience behind this story. Also non of the images belong to me)

Having been single pretty much my entire adult life I’d never really had the chance to feel love or to be intimate with anyone and well with all my submissive kinks it was hard to get to know women well enough to date them. So after years of trying and the use of countless non kink sites to meet someone I stumbled apon a site which would change my life.

Miss Harrington’s Adult Baby and Little Space Adoption Agency! I couldn’t believe what i’d found, reading through the main information page 📄 it said: “Welcome one and all to Miss Harrington’s Adult Baby and Little Space Adoption Agency! Here at the agency we like to do thinks proper! In our mission we look to match Adult baby’s with Parents who suit their needs and desires! How do we do this? Glad you asked! Here at the agency we check both Parent and child candidates thoroughly to ensure the best possible match ups. Parents are subjected to several important tests to ensure the safety of adult babies at all costs, firstly their Police and criminal record checked to ensure they present no mortal threat to baby, then they are screened for any illegal drugs to ensure they do not break the law in secret and they are also credit and financially checked to ensure they can support your adoption! Once a Parent has passed these tests your safety is so guaranteed that you will sign a contract agreeing to behave and follow their instructions as their child! However before your matched both sides will answer a kink survey who’s results are then used too match you perfectly too the right parent or baby! Miss Harrington’s has been over 95% successful and for the low fee of only £200 pounds today! You could be a happy baby for the rest of your life!”

The excitement rushed through me as in an almost trance like state I scrambled to pay for and take the kink survey. Answering each question I began building a picture of the type of little sissy baby i was, eventually after excitedly blasting through the questions I arrived at the contract. “I ________ Do agree too give complete control of myself and my choices too the party in this contract known as Parent. I consent too Parent deciding all of my decisions for me and here In promise too stay with and obey Parent”. With shaking hands I signed the contract and felt a rush of excitement knowing that I’d just agreed to do whatever mommy said!

However weeks would pass having heard nothing and i began to believe even in the kink world i wasn’t wanted, until one faithful Sunday morning when i received an email 📧. “Dear Baby, CONGRATULATIONS!!! You’ve been adopted!! Below you’ll find an address, tomorrow morning head to that address to begin your new life as the baby you truly are! Do not worry about your Job, we have already contacted them under the guise of being your Doctor and gotten you 9 months Paid Stress leave so go now and settle in to your new home and get to know the parent who’s been chosen for you! Congratulations again baby and remember…. Follow your contract is all you’ve got to do!”. I couldn’t believe it! Shock and excitement rushed through me like a torrent to such a point i grabbed my Stuffed Stitch teddy and began crying in pure ecstasy into it.

The next morning I awoke and packed a backpack, stuffing it with food, a sleepingbag, comic books and Stitch i would put on my most little space clothing and set off. To my surprise the address was in the heart of London (quite the journey from my west coast of Scotland home), so off i went for the train. Getting sat on the train i knew there was a 4 and a half hour journey ahead of me so pulling out my sleeping bag i got myself all cosy inside and watched longingly out the window thinking about my new mommy! Was she pretty? Would she want a sexual relationship with me? What did she do as a job? Was she rich? Was i the only baby she’d adopted? So many questions rushed through my head as i watched the world go by. Truth be told as a bit of a of a childish move I deliberately decided to drink as much as possible on the train and held it so that the first diaper mommy put me in would be soaked.

Finally after 4 hours and 38 minutes the train pulled into London station, getting out of my sleeping bag i would pack up and get off the train. Then following google maps i would proceed too walk with my fit to burst bladder sloshing as i went, walking for a solid 20 minutes I finally arrived at a huge High end apartment building, stepping inside a security guard took one look at me and said “you must be ‘Baby’, take the lift to the top floor and knock the door… penthouse is expecting you” to which I stuttered and stammered as i replied “oh… uhm… ehm…. Yes… uhm… thanks you sir” and at that i headed across the lobby too the lift. Entering i road the lift to the top floor, when the doors opened i was met by a short hallway with one large and imposing door about 8 feet in front of me. Taking Stitch out of my bag i cuddled him in front of my chest, walking up to the door i stood before it looking the image of a pathetic little boy, cuddling my stuffy while wearing my dungaree’s, a long sleeve tshirt covered in little dinosaurs, a blue shin length puffer jacket, a blue woolly head, blue wooly gloves and a pair of blue earmuffs. Reaching up i knocked the door and the excitement of being this close to meeting mommy was making it really hard not to pee myself.

Then suddenly the door opened, there stood a man easily about 6 and a half feet tall, Muscular, arms covered in tattoos, grey hair suggesting he was older but perfectly cut and styled and him dressed very businessman like. In utter fear and shock my body gave up and seeing this man answer the door I instantly let go, pissing myself on the spot. “AWWWWWW~ hello there baby! Im so glad you finally made it!! Come give Daddy a hug” the man said as he pulled my head into his chest and began hugging me. All i could feel was the now warm and growing patch of piss on the crotch of my dungarees. Letting go the man looked at me and as he saw the piss stain chuckled as he said “ahhh now i see why baby wanted to be adopted, cause your still to little to use the bathroom! Well come in baby and we’ll get you changed out of that wet stuff. Taking me by the wrist the man lead me inside where before i knew what was happening he’d stripped me naked and sat me on a little pink plastic chair across from his sofa.

“Uhm…. I’m… uhm really sorry sir but I…. Uhm…. I think theres been an uhm… Mixup” i said as i watch the man fling my clothes into a laundry basket and walk back over too me. Sitting on the sofa and looking directly at me he asked “oh? How so baby? Are you James ******?” To which I responded, “well uhm yes but i ehhhmmm ticked saying i didn’t want daddies” i replied nervously using stitch to cover my penis. However at that the man pulled out a bundle of paper which appeared to be my information, turning it around pointed to the question which i was referring too and my eyes widened in shock as i reread the question in shock, “Im sorry baby but that question does in fact say which you’d prefer, and you’ve ticked Daddy!” The man said firmly as i began to flap and panic “no but im sorry but you don’t understand! Im baby boy who wanted a mommy gf i wanted a hetro relationship a dommy mommy! I have to fix this! Im sorry but I’m not into men!”

“So your going to break your contract? Alright, thats fine baby but i’ll be suing you for my £20,000 back after all that is what i paid the experts at the agency to be given an adult baby!” The man said quite firmly as he watched me trembling on the cold pink plastic chair. “But… but… but sir theres been a mix up…. I… No please don’t sue me I just wanted a happy life as an adopted ABDL!” I begged on the verge of tears. “Well, honour your contract baby and i’ll see to it you live a happy life ok?” He replied as he stood up, towering over me, and took stitch from my arms as well as grabbing my bag and walking over to what looked like a floor safe. “Now don’t get me wrong baby, i did in fact ask for a female baby from the agency and as you are with me, I’m slightly disappointed however i see looking at your profile and kink analysis that your a good 95% sissy! So from this point forth you will be my Sissy Daughter Jade not James. Truth be told looking at your skinny and weak little frame there, you’ll fit much more comfortably as a little girl” he explained as he locked anything male related in the floor safe.

Hearing him talk my heart sunk, I’d gone from starting the day as a man who was going to be regressed and adored by a beautiful woman too a sissy who was going to be humiliated and god knows what else by this superior specimen of a man to me. However walking over to me the man crouch down cupping my cheek in his hand he smiled gently and said, “Listen jade, I’m your daddy from now on ok? I know its not what you expected but I promise you will be looked after here. Let me introduce myself properly, I’m the CEO (Chief Executive Officer) of Shein, my name is Ulysses Carmichael and I’m a highly involved member of the Christian church. But you’ll just call me daddy or Father at church, oh that reminds me!” He explained, ‘oh shit he’s deeply religious too?!!! Can this get any worse for me! Im an atheist!!’ I thought as from his pocket he pulled a cross necklace, however clearly it was made for a little girl as at the intersection of the cross was the most juvenile and pathetic looking flower design. “For you Jade!” He said excitedly as he moved round to behind me and fastened it in place around my neck. “Thank you Ulysses but I’m actually deeply atheist and don’t believe in higher powers” i said trying to sound confident about something however i received a very blunt response. “Any daughter of mine, living under my roof and being taken care of by me WILL wear religious iconography, WILL pray morning and night, WILL observe rules and customs of our religion and WILL show me respect by calling me by the titles Father! Or Daddy! Or they can expect punishment of a very serious nature do i make myself clear Jade!” As he took me by the hand stood me up in front of him and waited for my response. What could i really say ? Other than cave in! With watering eyes and both hands covering my penis I whimpered “Yes daddy! Crystal clear daddy”

“Good girl, now Jade. Lets get you more appropriately dressed. I swear, once you accept your a little girl… you’ll love and thank me for doing this to you” Daddy said taking my hand and leading me through the huge and lavish penthouse to what can only be described as an explosion of all things pink, princesses and girly. Standing me next to the pink Disney princess adorned bed the man appeared to stop, looking me up and down as though studying me, “Ok jade, so here’s what you need to understand! I’m going to keep you regressed at an age of between 3 and 6. you will always wear pull ups and use them fully. you will NEVER be dressed sluttily and in fact you’ll always have very little skin on show because your my little girl. You will actively take part in little girl activities like ballet, choir, baking, gymnastics, beauty pageants and princess parties. You will publicly be seen and known as my daughter and as such when asked about our relationship you will be honest and tell said person the whole truth. Also you will go to elocution lessons and since you’ve clearly demonstrated poor and sloppy reading skills, in the mistake that lead you here, you WILL be retaught how to read and write” daddy said sharply. However as the man attacked my reading ability my eyes began to water and lip quiver as I became upset.

“Im sorry daddy, i didn’t mean to screw up… its just so hard and uncomfortable to read because i’m dyslexic” I whimpered trying not to cry. At that the man would wrap his massive arms around me and pull my face into his chest. Wrapping my arms instinctively round him and clinging to him he said “ssssshhhh sssshhh baby its ok, daddy is here not just for himself but for you too! Your going to be changing quite a bit to be the good girl daddy wanted to adopt! So now, daddy is going to make it his personal mission to help his daughter with this unfair disadvantage shes been put at ok ? Every night we’ll read before you go to bed ok? You will not let it hold you back in your new life ok sweet pee?” Daddy said rather comfortingly, as i nodded. “Now there, lets get you dressed Jade Carmichael!” Daddy said excitedly as he let go of me and began moving around the room grabbing bits and pieces. Firstly he would manhandle my small penis into an even smaller and humiliating pink chastity cage before telling me “you will never touch this ugly thing ever again! You will pee into your pull ups, you will never ask about it and it will be referred to as your princess parts!” He said as i turned a deep shade of red in embarrassment and quietly nodded. Next Daddy would grab a pink pair of pull ups with Cinderellas face on the crotch, holding them out daddy had me step one leg at a time into them before pulling them up too totally entrap my crotch in a fluffy, padded prison of regression.

At that Daddy smiled and kissed my forehead saying, “see! Much better, now we can’t see that vulgar thing at your princess parts… your beginning to look like a little girl!” He cooed as he then approached the huge wardrobe which apon opening it revealed hundreds of pretty, prissy, humiliation dresses. Picking one out daddy then approached me holding the pastel pink dress adorned with 3 large white bows down the torso, 4 large bows around the skirt and loads of frilly white detailing, sitting it down on the bed daddy then grabbed a pair of white Satin Glossy Opaque leggings which he then guided me into. Feeling the fabric glide up my legs then compressing around my diaper was such an unusual and arousing experience as all i could feel was the cage smothering my tiny erect penis. Then to further ruin my image if masculinity, Daddy would begin securing a pastel pink mid chest length wig with a fringe, making sure it sat perfectly daddy smiled as he finished positioning it and a slight tear came to his eye which he quickly wiped away as he instructed me to sit on the edge of the bed.

Once sat down daddy began to plaster my face with makeup, conturing and highlighting, rosey cheeks and nose, matte pink lipstick, pink sparkly eyeshadow and eyebrow shaping. By the time he was done my face felt so strange, heavier almost however i was yet to see what he’d done to me as he then began work on securing fake nails to every fingernail, all were matte pastel pink except for one nail on each hand which was matte grey with a matte pastel pink bow drawn on it (the knot of the bow being accented by little gems). “Right my little princess! Upsi daisy! Lets get you into your dress!” Daddy said excitedly as he picked up the dress and unzipped the back of it. Opening it up he held my pink pastel bow cover prison suspended in front of me too step into. Not really knowing what to say i nodded and daintily stepped into the dress, guiding my newly nailed hands down into the sleeves daddy slid the dress up into place. Then turning me round, he pulled the dress right into place and then i heard the zip traveling upward as the dress began to cinch from my waste up encasing me tightly in this beautiful prison of humiliation and helplessness, once fully zipped up all i heard was a loud CLICK as daddy locked the zip in place with a padlock. Coming back round in front of me daddy raised the dress skirt and began stuffing and securing 2 poofy white tulle petticoats, i was at a loss as to what to do or say now? After all what could i do? If i ran or tried to escape i was breaking a legal document but to stay meant never having a male orgasm again?! And dressing like this for the rest of my pathetic little existence!

Grabbing a pair of sparkly pink mid shin height Ugg boots, daddy pushed me onto a sitting position on the bed causing my poofy skirt to shoot up, patting it down so i could see i watched daddy slid the extremely fluffy inside boots onto my feet. Unlike other Uggs however daddy had modified these to have a sparkly pink belt around the neck of the boot which he tightened to stop me from removing them without him. Finally he pulled me to my feet, taking my hand tightly in his he used his other hand to dig out the girly little flower Cross chain and display it outside my dress. Walking me over to the full length mirror, daddy stood next to me holding my hand and watched as i caught a glimpse of myself for the first time… shock washed over me quickly followed by squirting sissy cummies into my pull up through my cage. Looking at daddy I quickly began to protest, “what have you done to me!! Im a man!! Please!! Let me live as a little boy!! This is fucking humiliating, i can’t live like this!!” I moaned yanking my hand free of daddy’s. Suddenly a very angry look washed over daddy’s face.

What happened next flash past me as though happening in fast forward ⏩. Daddy grabbed my throat, bent me over the bed, flipped up the skirt of my dress and smashed his hand against my pullup enclosed ass 10 times while lecturing and admonishing me for my disrespect, foul language, ungratefulness, being blatantly wrong and for being a bad Christian! With each hit daddy had to lecture louder to be heard over my screams and crying in pain as with each impact i began sounding less and less masculine and began to scream and cry more like a girl. Once he was done daddy forced me into a upright kneeling position with my elbows on the bed and hands clasped where he insisted I ask god’s forgiveness for such disrespect, ungratefulness and foul language towards my daddy. It was so demoralising and humiliating being forced to pray to a deity i have no belief in through tears of pain all while feeling like my ass was on fire, it was so humiliating more sissy cummies leaked into my pullups.

After about 15 minutes standing over me and making me pray allowed and begging forgiveness, daddy finally stood me up, wiped the tears from my face and said “Jade! Do you have anything you want to say to daddy?” To which I simply sniffled as I whimpered “im…. Im… sowwy daddy…. Pwease Pwease don’t spank me again… i sowwy” like some weak little baby. At that the man once again wrapped his muscly arms around me and hugged me as he said “good girl! I accept your apology but if you repeat those offences it will be 20 spankings! But enough of the disciplinary process. I wanted to celebrate the arrival of my baby girl today!! So dry your eyes princess!” Finally daddy would retrieve from the wardrobe a pink puffer jacket which was just longer than my bow covered dress prison, has pink frills arounds the pockets and bottom and a white fluffy hood. Getting me into it daddy would zip it right up too under my chin where he would padlock the zip in place with a heart shaped padlock “daddy… uhm…. Why do you uhm…. Keep padlocking these clothes on me?” I asked nervously as he walked over to what looked like a toy box. “Dont you worry about that little princess! Thats just an extra measure for now to make sure you realise that I DECIDE when you are allowed to or will be removing layers… not you.” He replied as he opened the toy box and began ruffling around. Hearing that my heart fluttered with embarrassment and regression as i stood examining myself in all my pathetic layers. Finally daddy returned to me, holding and Angel stuffy(stitch’s pink girlfriend), “I really shouldn’t give you this after having to discipline you but, in your adoption profile it said your favourite Disney character was stitch but since he’s blue and blue is a boys colour i figured i’d buy my little girl a pink stitch!” Daddy explained handing Angel too me.

Taking Angel in my arms i felt so touched that he’d read my profile and actually tried to prepare for my arrival. Cuddling Angel I felt the softness of her fur on my makeup coated face and smiled softly as I murmured softly “thanks you daddy~”. At that daddy would take my hand again and would lead me back to the living room, there he grabbed a jacket for himself, a backpack full of duplicates and opened the front door, clenching Angel tightly i panicked shaking my head as i said “no daddy please I can’t go outside dressed like this!” To which daddy took my hand and dragged me out the door and into the lift.

“Nonsense silly! Your a little girl and you look adorable! We’re going to an adoption day celebration at my church! The church flock is made up entirely of CEOs and billionaires who have done exactly what i did. So we’re all bringing our new babies too church today to celebrate what god has gifted us with!” Daddy replied keeping a tight grip of my hand. Looking at us in the lift mirror humiliation washed over me as here i stood only a foot shorter than this immaculately dressed muscular businessman covered in tattoos, while i stood wearing pink head too toe, holding a pink stuffy and with a face caked with feminising makeup and yet still quite obviously male by my totally unobstructed adams apple. I could only stand there holding daddy’s hand imagining what strangers looking at us would be thinking about me….. it was in that moment of thought i squirted cummies for the 3rd time into my Cinderella princess pullups.

(To be continued)

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

this girl one time wanted to have sex with me and when i asked to use a condom she laughed it off and said it wasnt cool, and began to chip away at my boundary until i gave her what she wanted. she kept trying to get me to do things and i would say no, and she would continue asking anyway. in bed she said something like “you said you would” and that legitimately scared me, because it seemed like she was just blatantly lying to my face, or just forgot. then she called herself a succubus (A DEMON) and my gut screamed at me to be careful around her. sorry this may be TMI, but im anon so whatever, she said i could nut in her, which is the complete opposite of my original boundary. she was so sweet otherwise and communicated really good. except for when i texted her my concerns about being manipulated. she just became really defensive. im really happy im not “under her spell” anymore. i dont know what she was trying to do, but she could have hurt me really bad

its not tmi, its ok, you know me :p <3.. im sorry your boundaries were disrespected :( ill put my answer under read more cus its probly gona be long , this message had me contemplating some things..

IMO : sex is so tricky its been a struggle my whole life to understand how i feel about it & where my boundaries lie + allowing myself to express them so i understand the struggle u present here altho it's a different perspective.. some people use sex as a vehicle to gain power over others, by way of luring their partner into a state of vulnerability, i dont think that's something demonic necessarily i think it's usually more surface level than that. however

you do see a huge rise in the amount of ppl kind of, trying to personify the succubus nowadays? ppl have always wanted to be sexy but it's like different than the way ppl wanted to be sexy when i was younger. it got rly mainstream to have kind of a demon aesthetic if that makes sense? when i was younger this stuff was reserved for the relentlessly bullied & punished Goth and Emo kids.

but ok when i worked at spencers gifts in 2021/22 they had all these shirts of anime succubus girls getting choked and in bondage n shit, and these shirts were their best sellers they were outselling most the band tees and franchises like naruto.. and im telling youuu it was like, the youngest girls always buying these shirts, it made me so uncomfortable!! sometimes i would walk away and get my coworker to ring them up cus i was like nah im not selling a child that shit...but it really made me think like wow if i was in 7th grade and wore this shit to school it wou;dve been like wearing a giant KICK MY ASS!!!! target on my back but it's like, a popular thing rn.

and im not saying the bullying should return ofc, not the point. but it lead me down the string of thought wondering why this stuff is being pushed into the mainstream so heavily. sex sells i guess $$$ but yeah i think right now it's especially common to refer to yourself as a succubus if you're trying to feel a sense of power as a woman. because as a woman there are very few ways to gain power other than using sex. and many people want power! but i dont think most of them are demonic. just lost..

still its good u followed ur instinct to stay away from that girl because it is really cruel to manipulate someone in a moment where they've trusted you enough to be close to them like that.

yeah i think its rly rare for someone to be in some true demonic possession shit but i feel there can be dark things that linger *around* people who have weak spiritual armor and sort of, feast off their energy & create misfortunes around the person that generate bad energy for it to feed off of. but i dont think they have too much control over your actions like i would imagine for someone who's truly possessed. i feel a lot of ppl have these sort of ambient malignant attachments especially if they keep a lot of dark imagery & symbols around thinking it's just an aesthetic.

thas just my thoughts....really bored tonite so im typing a lot.... i love sex i think it can be so beautiful and restoring, it helps me feel so much happier in life to have good sex regularly i dont think sex or sexiness is evil. i just think its easy for ppl w bad intentions to turn it into this whole twisted ass mind game when it shld rly b so simple and natural and a loving connection that sets u free......be safe out there anon be discerning! protect you heart..<3

[celestialsister0918]

Fic Writing Review 2023

Thanks for tagging me, @gammacousin!

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either. (Copied and pasted)

Words and Fics

Word Count:

142,081

Fic Count:

6 started. 5 completed

Most Productive Month: February by far, thanks to Kinkuary!

Top Five by Hits

The One He Needs Right Now: Jim Gordon's Kinkuary: 5941

What I'm Thinking About (Sirius x Ginny): 3600

A Window Not Missed (Bruce x Nat): 2107

A Window Closed (Bruce x Nat): 1101

In the Sepulcher by the Sea (Sirius x Severus): 684

Top Five by Kudos

A Window Not Missed (Bruce x Nat): 96

What I'm Thinking About (Sirius x Ginny): 61

A Window Closed (Bruce x Nat): 47

In the Sepulcher by the Sea (Sirius x Severus): 32

The One He Needs Right Now: Jim Gordon's Kinkuary: 24

Fandom events:

Two @trulymadlydeeplyfest fests! 1 in February and 1 in October. Both Harry Potter. I'm so bad at knowing where all the fests are so those are my only two.

Upcoming Plans:

To Complete:

Finish "A Window Closed" (Bruce x Nat)

Start "A Window Opened" (Bruce x Nat)

Start "A Special Election" (Jim Gordon x NEW OC) - I have one chapter written and some dialogue prompts for chapter 2. I'm soooo excited for this one.

Other Ideas:

Continue one-off Sirius and other Gary Oldman character one-shots on Tumblr.

Write a Jackson Lamb piece

Maybe write a Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova one-shot if the mood strikes

Write another Gary Oldman RPF (many dialogue prompts already written). Here's my first Gary RPF if interested... it was set during the Dracula filming. The new one will be set after his divorce from Alex but before Gisele.

Reflection

I took a couple long breaks from writing this year. After finishing "Submissioner Gordon" in December of 2022, I was at a pretty bad low from lack of interaction with that fic. My heart has NEVER been in something as much as it was that fic, so to have so many hits and so little interaction made me think everyone hated it. Yet I continued the story with the Kinkuary prompts, where I wrote a short fic every day for 28 days. Again, I feel like it bombed.

At the same time, I made what I thought would be my last hurrah in the Harry Potter fandom, and it didn't do so great either. I was in a BAD spot comparing myself to other writers, so I took a long hiatus.

During that break, I started watching the entire MCU with my son, start to finish. My brain grabbed onto Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff and would NOT let go. So in May, I began publishing the "Never Say Never" series, where I try to fix their story.

The feedback from the Marvel fandom and Brutasha readers/writers really warmed my heart and got me back in the groove. I am forever thankful to them, because it truly restored my confidence in writing.

I will always be thankful for my Wizarding World series and the Submissioner Gordon/Daddy Issues universe, and my brain loves to revisit those stories and characters. It's just bittersweet because it never really found its audience. However the feedback I got from my foray into the MCU fandom has built my confidence enough that I am able to write in HP and Dark Knight without really worrying what others think. I am just doing it for me and my love for the characters. I know my writing isn't bad--- it's just not a lot of people's cup of tea.

I also want to give a shoutout to the small but steadfast Gary Oldman fandom I have found on Tumblr and Instagram. They've become very dear to my heart, and I love that we can share random thirst posts together when so many others just don't get it.

If anyone is reading this, please share your 2023 stats and reflections as well! I love writers supporting writers. Happy 2024 to you all!

#fanfiction #gary oldman #brutasha #jim gordon #sirius black #bruce banner #hulkwidow #natasha romanoff #the avengers #ginny weasley #original female character #mcu fanfiction #harrypotterfanfiction #2023 reviews #kinkuary 2023 #dark knight #commissionergordon #writer stuff #ao3 #writers supporting writers #severus snape x oc #sirius black x oc #jim gordon x oc #severus snape fanfiction

[stephspurs]

hi, welcome back! can i please request one for jordan henderson where he asks her to buy whatever she wants for her birthday (with his money, as a gift) and she buys herself a necklace with his initials. he goes crazy when he sees it and it’s all cute and fluff<3 (this is actually tiktok-inspired!) thank you!

I got carried away & put my own little spin on it...hope you love it! please do let me know x

call it what you want with Jordan Henderson

I don’t want to remember life before him, before us. Of course, I do - how could I forget? After years of cataclysmically bad press surrounding my latest two albums, subsequent hate and the overwhelming threat of irrelevance that pulled me under and kept me indoors and out of the public eye for months on end - I stumbled, quite literally, into my Jordan. 

It was late November, cold and dark in dreary Liverpool. Don’t ask why I was there - perhaps it was because I had a friend living in Merseyside who promised I could fly under the radar because “no one here cares about anything other than the pub or football, or watching the football at the pub”. Unsurprisingly, I became one of these people because there I was at the local, carrying myself a pint of apple cider with just a little bit of ice in it and bumping into Liverpool’s captain. At first I kept moving, after apologising, with my eyes set and keen on the table with my friend waiting for me with her mouth screwed up trying not to laugh at my well known clumsiness. 

I’m not sure if it was the yellow lights in the garden area or the beanie that covered what I now know to be his dirty blonde, yet forever golden, hair - the warmth that encapsulated my soul with just a look in his eyes and a mumble of “no problems” from his mackem mouth was enough to set my grey world alight. You can call it what you want, but this was the exact moment my world changed. 

My baby's fly like a jet stream

High above the whole scene

Loves me like I'm brand new

After months of relentless messages and lowkey, albeit it slightly underground, dates I eventually gave in to what was inevitable - he was my person. He taught me how to be loved irrespective of what has been tied to my tired heart. He loved me like I was brand new and in a way, I was. I was brand new to him. I was brand new to us and our snowballing love which, like its namesake, seemed to grow at an immeasurable rate. 

He respected my boundaries with the media and press, I knew who he was on our first date - he was honest and told me about his profession, I was honest and told him about my career as an artist. He asked what I was doing in little old England, I told him I needed a break from myself. He made sure I felt safe enough with him that I could be blissfully unaware of the outside world, if it was my choosing to do so. In saying all of this, I also admitted my own mistakes with many of my past relationships and owned up to all of the burned bridges left in my path, however I was sure that in my past life I must have done atleast one thing right to end up in his path. This world may be a mess but laughing with him under the covers on a mundane Tuesday evening made everything ok. His starry eyes truly do brighten up my darkest nights. You can call it what you want, but I know that this is simple, pure and honest. 

I want to wear his initial

On a chain round my neck, chain round my neck

Not because he owns me

But 'cause he really knows me

11 months after that first spill, of both my drink and my heart, it was my birthday. We had agreed no presents - from both of us, for each other, for all occasions. This birthday of mine was the first in many years where I truly didn't have a wish for anything different than what was currently in my life. This birthday was also the first in many years where my wish was for someone else, for Jordan, to feel the same happiness that I do every time I look at him. 

He had respected my boundaries with going public and never pressured me, we had kept this love bubble secure for 11 months already - with only our nearest and dearest being allowed in. I supported him wholeheartedly in every venture, both professionally and personally in private. If anything that the last almost-year had shown me was just how much it meant that he had taken the time to get to know me, and care about me enough to do so. No one else had ever taken the time. 

So there I was, the evening of my 29th birthday, sitting upstairs in my dressing room while my friends and his - our friends - sat around the table downstairs laughing and chattering and reminiscing on life both before and after the amalgamation of both Jordan and I. Looking at myself in the mirror, for the first time not wanting anything to change, wishing I could freeze this moment in time forevermore. I didn't even hear Jordan come into the room let alone come up behind me, wrapping both arms around my shoulders and resting his left cheek to my right one, both of us breathing each other in. 

“I have something for you” I whispered into the silence. 

“But it’s your birthday, why am I getting a gift” He whispered back. 

“This is for me, as much as it is for you” 

In the reflection of the mirror, he watched me pull the drawer out and pick up a chain. I looked up and held his eye contact. He held out his hand and I dropped the chain in his palm. He pulled his chest away from my back, pulled my hair to one side and looked back at me in the mirror. 

Slowly he grabbed the other end of the chain, brought it around my front and laid it across my collarbones. Focusing on closing the dainty clasp and settling his breathing, he took a moment to himself before looking at the reflection once again. Staring back at him against my skin, the initial J. Simple, pure and honest. You can call it what you want - it was love. 

#football imagine #stephspurs #stephwrites #jordan henderson #jordan henderson imagine #football one shot

[yellowtiebite]

Reading through your blog and your comments, I was reminded of a feeling I haven't had in a very long time. I still remember that feeling though, so I wanted to give my support. Maybe one day you'll be past this feeling, on to a new brighter one. Or maybe you'll still have that feeling with you. Either way, you deserve the freedom to really and truly be yourself in whatever way you feel comfortable. I also apologize if it's a bit of a ramble, I talk a lot.

The world is not cut and dry, black and white, do or don't. Even if it is, you shouldn't have to treat it that way. Even though many people in power (both personally and world powers) want you to think that you are just a cog in a machine, you are so much more. This goes both for gender, for art, for writing, for whatever other thing humans have been doing freely for millennia.

I wanted to touch on gender first, since I feel like it's more in my wheelhouse. Almost a decade ago I branded myself as miserable and loveless. Unable to truly feel, because I would be locked out of what I thought was true love, a man loving another man. However, what I was able to realize after freeing myself from this notion that I could not change, is that I could feel that love.

I didn't do it all at once, I took my time with it. I changed my pronouns online, used more masculine descriptors and even used a more masculine online name. The online world is just so vast and mostly faceless, that I felt free to change myself, mold myself into what I wanted to show the world.

Now, this isn't to say that you have to do exactly this, or that you have to do anything at all. But gender is quite fluid, there's not too many rules about it. If you feel more comfortable identifying as a man, you can do that. But if you also want to use she/her pronouns you can do that! You can even be a man that uses multiple pronouns like he/she.

Another freeing thing about gender, is that just because you change your identity doesn't mean you have to change your presentation. You can be a masc/butch woman who uses she/her or he/him. It's been a documented thing that stone butch women exist, and are a respected part of the community.

You also don't have to use a specific identity if you don't want to. You don't have to identify as cis or trans or non-binary or any other thing. You can just call yourself a woman or a man or a person that uses she/her or a person that uses he/him.

This isn't giving you permission to identify as a certain way or to tell you to identify as a certain way. I'm more giving you a skeleton key, opening up multiple pathways for you to choose from, whenever or wherever you want. And that if you choose to use she/her pronouns, I would be happy to be amongst the people that use those for you.

(I'll have to wait a bit before writing in about art, I've been struggling with mine lately too so it'll take a second for me to put it into words)

Again respect to the trans. You all did more than I ever could. I know I want to be a woman but I don't think it is because I am trans. I just hate my vile personality that being someone else would change it. I mean lets be honest I am not unlovable because I am a man. I am unlovable because I am horrible and sick to talk to or witness. I never had a partner and never will but I will never blame anyone but my own ill breed mind.

[antiradqueer]

Idek like if this fits in this blog I don’t even use tumblr for the community; I use it for images and customization and whatnot but I’m accidentally 2 am doomscrolling and…

The transid stuff is truly baffling to me like it’s so beyond me. I dunno if it’s just a new breed of severe mental illness or if it’s just heaps of attention seeking. Either way from what I’ve seen it’s just plain. Just insane. I’m also confused as to what they even are? Are they trans identities as in genders? Or are they just throwing around the word trans because they’re privileged and just. Can?

Firstly, I am black and trans which comes with day to day struggles. I didn’t wake up and stretch and yawn and go yep I’m gonna be trans. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t be trans. I wouldn’t want to put myself through constant oppression just because of who I am and how I feel about my own body and how I want to present MYself. It’s painful and I wouldn’t wish it upon anyone. So WHY are these people deciding they want to make their lives harder? Fully, consciously deciding that they want to change themselves purposely. Now I’ve always known I was trans but I didn’t always identify as trans because it didn’t feel right or I was scared to be judged. You cannot choose who you are but you can choose how you label yourself (which I’ve seen some crazy harmful stuff but that’s a different story.) So the fact that these people are CHOOSING to identify in ways that harm others and erase the trans community just does not make any sense to me.

Now. On to “transrace.” This has got to be some of the most privileged shit I’ve ever heard of in my life. I could probably guarantee you that a fat majority of these radqueers are white. Let’s say there’s a person who is white, but is deciding they want to say they’re black. Firstly, why??? I understand cultural appreciation but why do you want to change who you are to pretend to be someone else because there’s a “desire”? A desire to what? Be discriminated against no matter what? Not be able to graduate/get a job because of your natural hair? So on and so forth? I just don’t understand. These people are begging to be oppressed. And for what. What do they gain.

I don’t think I’ll ever understand, but I also think I’m fine with that. I don’t partake in discourse and I’m all for ‘to each his own.’ While I am not for people ignoring genuine harm being done (like the paraphiles or whatever they’re called aka groomers??? pedos??? traffickers????) I don’t believe that in the long run, it will affect either side. However. Transid people really do need to stop; especially ones acting on it in their actual.. away from the screen lives. I saw a post about a transid that revolves around intrusive thoughts. I suffer from intense intrusive and impulsive thoughts that often cause me to fall into intense episodes of mood swings, anger, confusion, depression, and more. I would NEVER romanticize these thoughts and make an identity for them. If it’s a coping mechanism, sure do whatever helps. But don’t bring that shit to others. Don’t glorify violent thoughts and mock real identities. It’s sickening.

I digress. Im stepping fully away from social media after tonight, but it was nice to be able to write this out and process how backwards we are evolving. Honestly, I will be fine with completely wiping the idea of transids away from my brain and continuing to lead a normal life.

TLDR:: I’m black and trans and I find radqueers/transids sickening, privileged, and harmful. Just my little tangents and tidbits on this subject that is quite new to me.

Bonus! I saw a genuine radqueer transid identity that was called “transartstyle.” Where one desires to have a different art style.

…

Stay safe out there

absolutely great points, i can never really get into breaking down tranrace like you did so first of all thank you,

i do think that alot of the transid/abled etc. stuff is some kind of new either mental illness or some kinda coping mechanism (or hell maybe it just is privilege and attention seeking), something like biid in a way or maybe something even similar to munchausen syndrome but not exactly it either, still doesnt take the harm those lables do away theres other, less harmful lables out there.

thank you so much for your piece here, and hey, dont let radqueers ruin your time online, especially since you dont do online discourse n all, anyway thank you and stay safe

#anti radqueer #anti transid #anti transabled #anti transrace #anti trace #anti transautistic #anti transill

[snow-system-wol]

Fray is just a little too on edge for everyone's good, and the Exarch accidentally sets them into attack dog mode.

(Cross-posting, but this chapter was written very very long ago.)

Ao3

[tw: choking]

Fray really was a creature of protective impulsive violence – their joining with that fragment of S'ria had created someone that melded their best and worst qualities. And now, Fray – that may as well remain their name – was a presence that S'ria could near tangibly feel now that he knew where to look, his heart beating faster as anger began to scorch away fear. That's usually how it felt. It was very rare, really only if someone made a truly wrong move around him, that S'ria was so suddenly gone. Which made it notable here – he remembered the Crystal Exarch praising his progress and then… nothing for several minutes in which something clearly had happened. 

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Fray had been paranoid and quick to anger ever since this had all begun – S'ria's friends damn near killed by error-prone summoning, the person responsible being the most secretive bastard they'd met all year, and Emet-Selch just… prowling about. Not to mention, most damningly... Eulmore. They don't even want to dislike the Crystal Exarch, but they can't make themself trust him either. It's unfortunate how nice he was, but the other shoe had been dangling for some time, and Fray was going to snap when it finally fell.

Perhaps it had been a mistake to hang behind with the Exarch while the other Scions left to go rest.

S'ria had been listening to him excitedly ramble on about their success with the Lightwarden in Il Mheg, commenting that he'd been terrified at the idea that he could've actually been drowned by the Fuath. S'ria cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"How do you know that part?"

"This", he gestured behind him, "acts as a viewfinder of sorts. While I hardly have the time to check in constantly –" (Lyna politely cleared her throat at that) "– I nonetheless cannot help myself from wanting to be sure of your continued survival."

Fray was already striding towards him by the end of the second sentence. In a matter of moments, they'd pinned the Exarch against the unforgiving crystalline wall, exerting enough force on his throat that he scrambled to keep his feet on the ground.

The claws of his flesh hand sprung out and dug into Fray's arm and it almost made them smile at the display of unadorned self-preservation, involuntary as it was. He may act like he wants for nothing of his own, but his body wants to live, enough to break through the hero worship and draw S'ria's blood. Good.

However, it was that selfsame hero worship that made them press closer with a snarl, ignoring the steel-on-steel sound of Lyna drawing her weapons.

"The room you gave S'ria."

The Exarch swallowed harshly under their hand, replying with a wheeze. "I don't…follow?"

"The room, have you been watching?"

"Wh-". Fray saw him grimace as it clicked. "No! No, I would… never…"

He sounded so sincere, but godsdamnit, they needed to actually look at this man to know if he was lying. Fray leaned in, looking at where his eyes would be if not for the darkness they can now see to be artificial, and pulled at the edges of the enchantment – just enough for them to catch a glimpse.

Well, he wasn't lying, right now, about this at least. (But certainly, the Exarch was a liar.)

Fray released him with a frustrated sigh and addressed him in an awkwardly formal tone. "I apologize. For the accusation." They failed to apologize for nearly strangling him.

And then, of course, S'ria was left with bleeding claw marks on his arm, Lyna fussing over the Exarch while looking towards him with actual rage, and no more than the vaguest idea of what had happened.

"Oh no, whatever I've just done, I'm – "

"No, it's quite alright." The Exarch's voice sounded rough. "If Fray existed in your future, I should've known they existed in your present."

S'ria froze. "I… what?"

"Some accounts, of the calamity and events leading up to…well," the Exarch inelegantly sidestepped the matter of S'ria's potential death, "they mentioned the increasing activity of… some protective spirit bound to your own soul, mayhap?"

Fray became known, in that future? What a bizarre thought. S'ria sighed in relief. However this version of the story came to be, it wasn't one where the Crystal Exarch thought him insane.

"Still, let me apologize to you. I'm sure whatever perceived threat was a misunderstanding."

The Exarch smiled, far too gently in the moment for S'ria's liking. "A misunderstanding, yes, but mayhap not an unwarranted one. Full glad am I to see Fray defend you, even if I was briefly inconvenienced by it."

S'ria felt completely off-balance with this conversation. Even if the Exarch only half knew the situation, it was still… more acknowledgment that was allowed to exist, nevertheless spoken about so plainly.

"The others dont…". S'ria swallowed. "They don't quite know this much."

"Then they shan't know it from me. Nor Lyna?"

The woman in question nodded cautiously. Her hostility towards S'ria had mellowed to something more like confusion with a hint of resentment. He half wanted to suggest she punch him in the face and get it out of her system. They'd both probably feel better about this if she did.

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A messy note left on the dresser: Exarch is G'raha Tia

S'ria: wh. What?? What????

#snow-system #ffxiv-oc #ffxiv-reactions #s'ria 🌸❄️ #'briefly inconvenienced' Exarch please shut your mouth #this is more than a slight inconvenience you are ALLOWED to be bothered by this #anyway yes S'ria knows his identity from now on #does the Exarch know that Fray saw? probably #does the Exarch know if S'ria would know? mmmm #does S'ria know if the Exarch knows the he knows? #.....look they're playing 4D chess at this point #it's a nightmare #writings

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

Remove Money Blocks

Grand rising! This sunday I wanted to take time to make some chants so that you can get rid of any money blocks staying in your way.

I noticed they worked however I desired more potency while I was doing everything I could to remove the blockage.

So with that being said, I've presented some affirmations, chants, whatever you wanna call em. Use them and say em 3x times a day for 30 days. The only way you can truly see a difference is planting the seed and continuing to water it.

In this case, saying the chant for the first time is like planting the seed, and continuing on for 30 days is like you watering the plant over and over.

In retrospect, I'm wanting every bit of change to happen in a shorter period although it isn't necessary to force things so early, especially because growth takes time... I've noticed that the more you do it the more money can potentially bring itself to you. So now, here are 5 chants you can do with yourself. Do whatever resonates, if its all of em cool. If its none k, lol. But find which one works and have a good day.

I cast away money blockages over my life.

I let go of spells, jinxs, curses, and any type of witchcraft that is blocking me from making money.

I cast away unfortunate energy around money. I let go of heartache around money.

I cast away harboring guilt and shame towards money.

I cast away the feeling to yearn for money, I no longer accept desperation in my life where money is in the picture.

I cast away desperation in the mind, body and heart, so I can realize. my future potential.

I cast away deprivation, the lack of financial stimulation in my auric body.

I cast away all pessimistic beliefs about money. I contain a level of knowledge on how to keep money, sleep and breathe money, no matter the circumstance.

I let go of money blocks around my life.

I create a space for me to make more money.

I allow my dreams to take shape and bring me enough money to fit my needs.

I am able to grasp the concept of money and expand on it.

The end..

I may update on this soon. Maybe spend a few days on it and give a mini update.

Just wanted to help others in a way that I've been helping myself. And in return I've been getting blessings but I must be thankful for what I got and what I'm doing.

So it is. Ase. Be blessed everybody.

#money #money blockages #opening doors #spell series

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Laito Maniac [10]

Monologue

My brothers have been suspiciously cooperative. 

To be honest, I would have much rather,

they pushed me aside and told me to fix my own mess.

However, I do not feel disgusted by their actions like I did the other day,

instead, the only things I can feel,

are confusion and a sense of discomfortーー 

ー The scene starts in the living room of the Sakamaki Castle

Laito: ーー I see. I get it.

Ayato: ...Ah?

Laito: You’re all helping me out like this...because I’m a force to be reckoned with, right?

Ayato: ...You’re still spoutin’ that bullcrap!? 

Laito: I mean, if it isn’t for thatーー

Shuu: You can’t understand why we would otherwise? 

Laito: Yeah.

Shuu: Then, we have no other choice but to take action and save your woman because we fear your powers. 

ーー Sure, whatever. What a pain. 

Laito: ...

Ayato: ...Fuck that! Anyway, why don’t you try doin’ somethin’ as well!? 

You’ve been sittin’ there dumbfounded this whole time.

Laito: ...Ugh...

ー Laito gets up

*Rustle* 

Ayato: ...!? Whatcha suddenly gettin’ up for? Are you finally in the mood to take action!?

Laito: ーー I’m going to go rescue her.

Kanato: Go where? ...The Familiars have yet to return. 

Laito: ...

ー Laito walks away

Ayato: ...Hold up one second!

ー Ayato grabs hold of his arm

*Rustle* 

Laito: Let me go...!!

ー Laito pushes him away

*Thud*

Reiji: Haah. Good grief. Such a handful you two are. ...Listen? Would you please calm down a bit?

It cannot be denied that you possess great powers. However, they are still unstable at present. 

Laito: ...Are you trying to imply that I couldn’t save her because of that?

Reiji: Yes. Therefore, right now you should rely on us. Trying to recklessly solve everything by yourself won’t get you anywhere now, will it?

Laito: ...

Ayato: Oi...!!

Laito: I need to...step out for a sec. Please give me some spaceーー 

ー Laito leaves the room

Ayato: ーー Oi!!

Shuu: Haah...He really is one big pain in the ass... 

Ayato: ...Don’t you think he’ll try and go to Chichinashi by himself after all...?

Shuu: What happens, happens, right?

Ayato: ...Ugh...

ーー I’m sure he’s at a loss over what to do. 

Shuu: ...

Ayato: Despite what it might seem like, he’s the type of guy to try and fix everything by himself. 

He just can’t ask those around him for help...no matter how badly he might want to. 

He hasn’t changed one bit.

ー The scene shifts to the balcony

Laito: ( Hey, Bitch-chan...What should I do? )

( I’m terribly afraid for some reasonーー )

ー The scene shifts to Kino’s manor at Rotigenberg 

Monologue

ーー A few days have passed since. 

After days spent in pain,

my body is finally showing signs of recovery. 

Perhaps that is the reason why,

it’s so painful now to simply sit here in this house and wait,

as the time simply ticks by. 

I considered escaping plenty of times,

however, each and every time,

it was Rotigenberg’s barren land,

which prevented me from doing so. 

And so, to this day,

I still find myself,

at Kino-kun’s place...

As long as I’m here, 

it is rather hard not to see, 

just how harsh, painful and difficult 

the lives of these Ghouls truly is. 

They are being confined,

to this Land where a horrible stench constantly lingers in the air,

ever so often Ghouls would be allowed outside the borders,

to be employed as servants by other Demons. 

And if they fail to fulfill said purpose for some reason,

they would be killed,

and their corpse is returned to these landsーー 

Despite such circumstances,

they are unable to flee this place,

nor can they fight back against the treatment. 

For the sole reason of being Ghouls. 

I turned a blind eye to all of this,

and covered my ears. 

It might come across as cold-hearted, but I tried my very hardest,

to lock away my own feelings, so I wouldn’t show compassion. 

So when the day arrives that Laito-kun comes for me,

he will not take notice,

of said feelingーー 

Yui: Haah...

*Rustle* 

Yui: ( I wonder how long Kino-kun plans to keep me here? )

( He said I’m his hostage but...I wonder if he’s told Laito-kun that I’m here? )

...

*Knock knock*

Yui: ! Y-Yes...!!

( Kino-kun? Or Yuuri-san, perhaps...? )

*Creaaak*

Yui: Ahーー

Ghoul Girl A:...Hello. 

Yui: H-Hello...Can I help yーー

Ghoul Girl A: Umーー These...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Are these...Flowers?

Ghoul Girl A: Yes. You seemed to be feeling a little down after all...Ah, I made sure to get these from a place which isn’t dirty.

Yui: Dirty...?

Ghoul Girl A: Yes. They’re not from around here. So don’t worry? 

*Rustle*

Yui: Thank you ーー Um...

Ghoul Woman D: ーー !! Hey, what are you doing!?

Yui: Eh!? Ah, I-I’m soーー

Ghoul Woman D: It’s always the same with you...!!

*SMACK*

Ghoul Girl A: Kyaah...!!

Yui: ( Eh!? W-Why? The little girl got hit!? )

Ghoul Woman D: Good grief! Just how many times did I tell you to stay away from this person...?

What if you somehow get Kino-sama’s precious guest infected with your nasty germs?

Ghoul Girl A: ...I’m sorry...

Ghoul Woman D: ーー Aah, gosh...If Kino-sama were to find out about this...We’ll be in big trouble...

...My sincere apologies! She had no bad intentions. 

Yui: ...Eh!? O-Of course not. ...I don’t exactly miーー

Ghoul Woman D: ...Could you please keep it a secret from Kino-samaーー?

Yui: Yes...I understand. Don’t worry. I won’t tell him. 

Ghoul Woman D: Thank you so much!!

ーー Come on! Let’s go!!

Ghoul Girl A: ...

ー The woman drags her child away

Yui: ( ...Ugh... )

ー Yui closes the door again

*Thud* 

Yui: Haah...

( What was that just now? )

( What did she mean by ‘infected by your dirty germs...?’ Some kind of disease? )

( Anyway, I think it’s safe to assume that the Ghouls are being discriminated against because of some kind of contamination. )

( She did use the word ‘infected’, so perhaps that’s why they’ve been exiled to this land...? )

Still ーー Kino-kun never warned me about that, did he...?

( He only ever mentioned something about getting lost, but nothing about being contaminatedーー )

...!

( Wait, I can’t help...but let my mind wander...to those Ghouls. )

( I’m sure that they’re actually good people at heart... )

( However...Taking Laito-kun into account... )

Selection

→ I shouldn’t sympathize with them (❦)

Yui: ーー I shouldn’t sympathize with them. 

( ...Still, as long as I’m here, I can’t help but think about it. )

( I see what’s going on right in front of me, so I can’t help but naturally take it in... )

( Laito-kunーー )

→ Still... 

Yui: ( ...Still, as long as I’m here, I can’t help but think about it. )

( I see what’s going on right in front of me, so I can’t help but naturally take it in... )

( I want to leave this place as soon as possible... )

( Laito-kunーー )

*Knock knock*

*Creaaaak*

Yui: ...?

Kino: Hey there!

Yui: ...Kino-kun. Do you need something?

Kino: Ehー? I’m not allowed to visit you unless it’s for some specific reason? 

Yui: ーー Well...

Kino: Hmー I see. I guess I’m not. I guess you must really hate me.

Oh well, even if you doーー

ー He restrains her

Yui: Kyah...!!

Kino: That’s fine? 

ー Kino corners her against the wall

*Thud* 

Yui: ...!?

( Kino-kun...? What has gotten into him? He’s acting weird... )

Monologue

I wonder what Laito-kun is up to right now? 

Did he manage to make peace with his brothers? 

He isn’t trying to do something reckless, is he? 

Those kinds of thoughts keep on occupying my mind. 

It kind of makes me feel,

like I’m his mother (お母さん) or somethingーー 

But still, perhaps that might not actually,

be entirely wrong. 

Either way, I want to leave this place sooner rather than later. 

I have to...

Or else, I fear that I will actually completely betray Laito-kunーー

as I can just feel how weak-spirited I truly am (自分のもろさ).

More importantly, what has gotten into Kino-kun? 

I got kind of frightened by his behavior which seemed different from usual. 

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #laito sakamaki #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lelaitomaniac10

[fictionkinfessions]

(Warning: this post contains mentions of homophobia, transphobia, bullying, and emotional neglect, as well as general issues with ahistoricism and cultural ignorance within the fictionkin community. Also, this only applies to sources that are meant to take place in a relatively realistic setting or are based on a real-world reigon/time period! If that's not you, feel free to ignore this.)

Hm... I was scrolling around and saw an ask from a really long time ago, and it made me want to say something.

Obviously I'm okay with people using whatever labels and pronouns they want for their kins! It's their kintype, so it's their business, sure, fine, all cool with me. However, even if you do remember being LGBTQ+, you have to take the time period and location into account.

For example, hello, I'm Kennith. I was born in 1969 in an average suburban town in Michigan. Nowadays, in this life, I'd say that I was demigreyromantic, gay, genderfluid, transmasc, and generally gnc, and I would've used he/they pronouns.

However, back when I was still alive as a teenager in the 80s, I knew the word gay and... yeah, that really was about it. If you had asked me then, I would've described the rest of that stuff as "I'm not really that much of a romance guy" and "I'm a guy who was born as a girl and hated it, but I still don't mind looking like a girl sometimes", and I used strictly he/him back then since "I'm a guy and that's what you call guys", because again, I was a teenager in the 80s, and I had no idea any of this stuff was even an option.

And, quick reminder, this is a relatively modern time frame, and it's in the United States. You may have all of these really cool microlabels and neopronouns to describe yourself now, and there's nothing wrong with that! It's never too late to discover who you truly are/were. However, you have to realize that you sure as hell weren't using those labels as, say, a member of ancient Japanese royalty. In terms of both the time frame and the language itself, that's just not how that would've worked.

Also, not to get overly negative, but chances are, if you are from sometime back in the day, even if it's as relatively recent as I was, people would most likely have not been accepting of you. I know people weren't accepting of me. I was bullied ruthlessly in school by nearly everyone for being gay and presenting myself femininely despite being transmasc. "Pretty Boy" was actually the tamest of the awful names they would call me, and it didn't even stop at insults. They would deliberately misgender and deadname me at every opportunity, bump me into walls and shit like that, and I even remember them beating me up a few times. My teachers and counselor did absolute jack-shit, and basically told me that I deserved it since I was so "different" (which is the word they used instead of calling me slurs! fun!). My parents were never much help either since A: I wasn't out to them, and B: they never gave a shit about literally anything else. The only people who respected me at all during that time were Stephanie and Greg, but I was barely able to see Greg outside of the gas station he worked at, and I've already gone into what ended up happening with fucking Stephanie... ugh.

Anyways, once again I say, this was in the United States in the 1980s. If people didn't accept me there and then, the chances of people accepting you for who you in another place and/or an earlier time are next to nothing. I'm sorry, it fucking sucks that it had to be that way, but it's true. I'm obviously not saying that you're not valid if you did have people who accepted you, I'm just saying that it's highly unlikely, given historical context.

I'm sorry for ranting once again, and I'm sorry if I said anything hurtful. The last thing I want to do is invalidate anyone. This is just something to consider, I guess... Ah well, who am I to tell you guys what you can and can't do? If I was still alive I'd be like 54 years old. Old Man Yells at Cloud.

-Kennith Simmons

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #kennithsimmonskin #communicationskin #homophobia cw #transphobia cw #bullying cw #emotional abuse cw #ahistoricism cw #racism cw #community issue #memories issue #deadnaming cw #misgendering cw #schools cw #victim blaming cw #slurs #ish #mod party cat #if this topic get ressurected i will have a heavy paw

[chryblossomjjk]

I just wanted to say this to all the readers who are asking about a part 2 of the weekend.

While I, too, would LOVE a continuation bc it was finger licking good (if y'know what I mean) and the execution was AMAZING, we do need to respect kiki's choice to only release the one part of the story.

She's not giving up on the story or trying to ignore the interests of her readers. But instead, is putting out her story in the way she wants to present it and choosing to share that with her audience.

It's the same as if she painted a beautiful but somewhat heartbreaking and bittersweet portrayal of love on a canvas, and we asked her to further it to give it a happier and more soft narrative just for our enjoyment without appreciating the rich concepts already there.

She allows room for interpretation after the ending for the readers, but furthering the story wasn't part of the idea she wanted to capture.

So, let's try to remember as readers that to truly appreciate the works that writers are SHARING with us (that they do outside of both school and their jobs) means respecting their boundaries when they say they won't continue a story and not trying to peer pressure them into changing the storyline/develop it further to fit our wants bc that's not kind nor is it considerate.

That aside, the story wouldn't be very genuine in the end if she did. She can't cater to everyone, and honestly, every fic would pretty much be the same if writers did that.

Kiki has been very gracious and sweet to everyone asking about pt 2 or an ending, and I very much admire that, but we should really try not to abuse that. Y'all are such cool readers, but we can always be cooler by respecting kiki 🤘😌.

Ily u kiki 🥺. You're so cool and deserve all the hype and luv💕✨️.

bby i love you with my entire soul and being and you mean the world to me!!

it doesn't necessarily bother me that people are asking for a part two, i appreciate the enthusiasm and interest in my writing!! means the world to me!! but with that being said, the point of this piece is to be ambiguous and up to interpretation!! this story is meant to just hang in the air, no resolution, no hopeless heartbreak.

and i agree!! i know that fanfic is escapism to everyone, me included, however, its also someone's writing yk? and topics they like to explore. i generally tend to like writing realism and angst. not that happy endings aren't realistic, however, they're not realistic in every circumstance!! especially the plot of the weekend!! my escapism is just exploring plots n characters in a way that feels authentic to the world im trying to create!!

furthermore, any movie or book or writing thats ever stuck with me has had an unideal or unexpected ending, so those just tend to be the things i like to write!!

also platform changes have kind of killed my willingness to write certain things lol. for whatever reason, the platform has been super duper agressive with labeling and shadowbanning my fics within like 2.5 seconds of posting lol, so my motivation to write is not what it used to be. not that i dont want to, just my dedication to one storyline is faltering as of now!! i do apologize!! i understand that a lot of people support my writing and i do feel some sense of beholden (idk if i used this word right rip, i just mean i feel like i owe you guys!!) to those people bc i genuinely appreciate the love sm!! all i can promise is to provide the best stories i can with what i feel motivated to write!! i have no desire to continue the weekend and never intended too!! if i did it would be v disingenuous to myself and readers!! hope you all understand!! love u dearly <3

#ask #fic: the weekend #i love u bby!! thank you for always supporting me #i appreciate u sm