#and for so long I thought I was winning at gender because I could dress the part better than anyone

[purgemarchlockdown]

Ah what the heck I'll post it through here

So in some discord servers, you've seen me specualte that Amane's uniform is inspired by the private Catholic Fukuoka Kaisei girl's school affiliated primary school (福岡海星女子学院附属小学校)

Now, because of the name, I assumed this was an all girls primary school And that the picture above was of 4 girls and the school simply allowed children to wear either skirts or shorts (its uncommon for Japanese elementary schools to have uniform to begin with so I could see a laxer dress code when it comes to stuff like this)

However After a bit more reading of their website Turns out that the Fukuoka Kaisei girl's school affiliated primary school Despite the name Has in fact been a co-ed/mixed gender primary school for the last 50-so years And while I can't find a dress code on their website It does seem like all the students in pictures on their site who wear shorts are boys

Anyway to cut a long story short: Amane's uniform actually resembles the boys one more than the girls (shorts instead of skirt + no ribbon + more central buttons)

And I know you like the trans girl Amane theory so I figured you'd enjoy this info

The only disclaimer I have to give is that the long haired child whose father tattles on Amane is in the same uniform (shorts and all)

So like if this is a girl then occam's razor is that girls at Amane's school just wear shorts (also it'd be strange for Amane's cult to follow gender rolls Except for hair?? idk maybe im overthinking)

TRANS AMANE BELIEVERS WE MIGHT STAY WINNING!!!! It would be weird if they did follow the entire dress code Except for the hair. Additionally those buttons are tripping me up since their Buttoned like the girls so this actually comes somewhere more in the middle of the Both of them...if it does turn out my insane "Amane perceives gender in the same way a cat does, it's just there" catthing Amane idea is real I'm going to explode.

Regarding the girl though...I can't believe I can unveil my insane Queer Infighting Amane idea- okay so in cults it's generally heavily encouraged to outright spy and tattle on people who misbehave:

(BITE)

Information Control: Encourage spying on other members a. Impose a buddy system to monitor and control member b. Report deviant thoughts, feelings and actions to leadership c. Ensure that individual behavior is monitored by group

I think, and this is pure speculation there's is very little supporting this I just like the idea. It be fun if they were BOTH trans.

My reasoning behind this is, first of all Amane doesn't seem to have many friends. Her T2 distorted voiceline has her say:

Father is a very praiseworthy person. Once his virtue increases, he'll come back home, right? It's a little lonely, but I'm fine!

Which, okay it's fair that her homelife is lonely, this doesn't necessarily inform her school life. But if we go to the Prison she's rather isolated overall.

Even in T1. Yuno and Mahiru are people she considers "close" but that's after mulling it over a bit due to being asked.

T1Q10: Is there any prisoner you're close with? A: If I were to say, I guess it would be Yuno and Mahiru.

It's not for a lack of Trying, she tries very hard actually. It's just that people tend to note the way she acts is weird and that gets exasperated in T2 where it's said she's pretty isolated.

But also, I was discussing with a mutual about her relation with this peer and they said that it's possible that this question:

T2Q11: Did you love the person you killed? A: I loved them.

Is referring to a Second Victim (This child) and Not her mother because...well one Amane has shown Very Little Fondness for her mother, and two it's entirely possible she killed multiple people because her staff in Purge March has blood on it Before she gets to her house.

Second thing: Cat Symbolism, Cat Symbolism stay winning forever. There is substantial amount of subtext you can wring out of the Cat being representative of sin and impurity, and Amane taking care of it and also being the Cat. Same with having her be "found out" by a peer and then sold out to, to her Religious Fundamentalist parents.

So now we go into my insane, circumstantial evidence, idea of Queer Infighting. I love WKTD and a big thing in that game is that even if your a "bad kid" if there's someone "worse" than you, you can live another day. And this kid can be anyone, the devil can be Anyone.

Amane has stated an inability to be a good girl:

Only if, only if, only if I could be a good girl

And a lack of desire to exactly "be one" since it requires her not being...herself, and she's happy with who she is.

T2Q20: How do you feel about you not being like everyone else? A: Nevertheless I was born as myself, so I'm happy

So, I'm just saying on a purely speculatory "this would be fun" basis. If we got queer infighting 12 year olds who are trying their best to be "good." I would explode.

Also, she is paralleled with both Mukuhara Kazui and known Genderless Freak Es so, yknow.

#asks #other analysis #doctorbunny #sorry if this is all over the place I have a lot of disconnected thoughts on this

[container-of-apple-juice]

I’m so sorry, but, “make people feel underdressed- and suddenly you’re the one in charge!” was exactly how I dealt with my dysphoria in highschool and It’s hitting me harder than it has any right to tbh

#like. I never felt like a girl; yeah? #but I would go to school every day dressed to the NINES #I’m talking high heeled thigh high boots. laced corset dresses. tights with cat ears at the knees. in HIGH SCHOOL #I would perform hyper femininity SO hard that it would be impossible for anyone to question me #(literally I still got bullied tho because I’m SO queer) #but I got more compliments than I got bullied because I was so hyper feminine that it was inevitable #but man. this shit really resonated with me #and for so long I thought I was winning at gender because I could dress the part better than anyone #it wasn’t until college that I realized I was performing gender at a hyper idealized level that was so unnatural to me #simply because I didn’t want to allow those around me any leeway to bully me for not performing appropriately with my assigned gender #which lead to a full on breakdown tbh. I fully dropped out of college. I lost sight of who I was completely. I’d been lost in the charade. #for so long. #NOT me getting into my entire emotional trauma in the tags of an ofmd post holy shit I have to go #ofmd

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

wibta if i keep having sex with my friends dad? nsfw warning

i (20s cismale) got invited by my friend (20s nonbinary) to try out some new edibles they made last thursday. this isnt too weird because both of us are unemployed (they get disability, i get money from unemployment, and we both live with our parents) and usually during the day their dad (50s cismale) is at work so we get the house to ourselves. well last thursday was different because i came over late in the night when their dad was home, and he offered to make me some dinner too. i get the munchies really bad so i was immediately like yes please and thank you while i fucked off to my friends room. we played some smash bros while we waited for the cookies to kick in, and when it started to hit his dad called us both out for dinner. dinner was great, and his dad is super chill — so he let us raid his alcohol cabinet. i dont think he knew either of us were stoned for the record (im naturally really quiet/dont make eye contact, my friend sounds high 24/7 naturally) so i dont think he was like trying to get anyone drunk or anything. my tolerance is pretty good but my friends is shit so it didnt take long until they were like blackout drunk and passing out on the couch, while their dad and i were both drunk too (not blackout but pretty drunk, and i was still high) and sitting on the opposite side of the couch next to eachother

important fact about me - i crossdress like femboys or whatever theyre called. i like looking really feminine and cute and confusing people. im not trans or anything like that gender is just a game and i am winning it. but i do tend to dress up in very egirl/goth gf clothes if you know what i mean, and i look pretty convincing ive been told (friend tells me i would pass for ciswoman with the makeup on). i think their dad maybe forgot that i was me (he usually sees me in boy clothes) and he started hitting on me? i didnt think i was gay or bi either until he started doing it and i got really flustered but i didnt stop him? again i was fucked up so the attention felt really nice despite it being my friends dad. but anyways he kept getting closer until he kissed me, and it felt nice so i let it keep going? which was probably super fucked up in retrospect. but anyways stuff gets hot and steamy, their dad doesnt bother lifting up my skirt, one thing leads to another and we have sex. he definitely noticed im not a girl during that (its pretty hard to miss lol) but he didnt stop so we kept going for a while

after we were done he and i passed out on the couch in a kind of awkward position, we both woke up in the morning and i think thats when he realized im me, but he didnt seem to freak out even though hes straight?? or at least i thought he was straight. but we had sex again in the morning and then when my friend woke up we all had breakfast and i went back to my friends room and we hung out more and got high again. while we were though i accidentally spilled the beans to my friend, and they FREAKED out on me and said that i was so gross for doing that, and they cant believe that it happened, stuff like that. they kicked me out of their room and their dad had to drive me home because i was shaking bad from it. but while their dad drove me home i was super pissed and mad and not thinking straight (haha) and so i tried to convince their dad to take a detour so we could fuck again. and he was like, okay sure, so we did?? but now i feel horrible for doing it knowing that it grossed my friend out so much, but i really like their dad and he seems to like me too, and i want to keep banging him :(

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[himezoro]

love wins all (a roronoa zoro story, part 2) (smut)

tysm for your support on part 1 !! this story means a lot to me, i've had a lot of vision to write it etc. it's not proofread, and it's written by a tired lawyer who's been up for the past 15 hours because of a few cases. anyway, thanks for your support, and thank you for making my days so much more bearable. ilysm !! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

inspired by this song!!

@sanjisprincesswifey i know you liked the first part, so i'm dedicated it to you (i hope it doesn't suck lmao)

warning!! : nsfw (minor DNI), gender (female), mention of (Y/N), slight angst ? angry sex/cheating involved.

.・゜゜・ 1 hour before ・゜゜・．

Zoro’s years of superhuman training were a benefit here. His body was moving on its own, as fast as he could, barely paying attention to the people he was bumping into with his broad shoulders. Just like a race horse, he had blinkers preventing him from seeing the rejoice faces of the villagers preparing for the reception, dancing to the musicians’ plays on the streets and basically creating a path to the palace where the festivities were to take place.

These poor people don’t know what they’re talking about.

While he made his way closer to the palace, his mind was too busy thinking about the last words you two shared rather than thinking of an infiltration strategy. From the way your plumped lips traced thousands of “I love you” to the harsh “I hate you” they uttered when he took off, from the laughters they shared to the silent cry they failed to conceal. From the lewd sounds they let escape when his cock thrusted into your wet cunt, to the sensual moans they purred onto his lips.

For a second he felt his heart sink, and a weird feeling to his stomach. Was it anxiety because he was about to enter a restricted area? Mad, that you forgot about him so easily? Jealous, that another man, and a ridiculous one he thought, got to spend the rest of his life by your side? Sick, that a man that is not him, was to touch you in ways only he could?

He couldn’t pinpoint the right word for what he was feeling, and he frankly did not care. His goal was set, and it was to enter that palace and get to you. How would he achieve that was apparently not an important matter to him, because he just barged in, breaking through the guards with undiscovered strength, not giving a damn about the consequences.

I’m sorry guys, we’ll have some mess to clean up before tasting the banquet.

His ears almost failed to hear the guards crying for help and threatening to call the Marines, as he climbed all the stairs he found at once, his heart knowing that at the top, they led to you.

And it did.

.・゜゜・3 minutes left・゜゜・．

Zoro was facing a long corridor with a large room down the hall. The doors were slightly opened, as if he was awaited all along. Even though he knew he probably was not the person you wished to see, he still felt like the small light peering through the doors was a way to your heart. Like there was hope.

His pace slowed as he approached your doors, and his hand lingered on the door before slowly pushing it open, his good eye widening at the sight he was bestowed with.

There you were, in all your glory, your back facing the door as you looked at yourself in the huge mirror standing in front of you, gently trying out earrings that would complement your hairstyle of the day. The white dress you were wearing hugged your curves perfectly. The corset on top carved the shape of your waist, only for it to enhance the curves of your ass. The silk material left little to the imagination, and he could stay watching forever. He swore he could smell your perfume from here, already enamoring him much more. He could see the glistening of your skin as the so-short sleeves of your dress lovingly fell off your shoulders.

You were a mythology goddess. A legend, only for him to see.

And he had a chance to conquer.

・゜゜・00・゜゜・．

« So I guess my invitation got lost in the mail? » you heard the hoarse voice speaking through the opened door of your quarters. You kept on looking at yourself in the magnificent mirror standing in front of you, looking at how the white dress hugged your form, pretending not to have heard the said voice, ignoring the immediate chills it sent down your spine. You knew who these words belonged to, and so did your racing heartbeat.

You slowly reached down to the table by your side to pick another pair of earing to try out, letting Zoro enter as you calmly and sternly responded.

“The only thing that appears to have lost itself here, is you.”

Zoro scoffed as he fully entered your quarters, closing the door behind him as he stands, looking at you intently. Gosh, you were even more beautiful than in his memories. The way your hair fell so beautifully around your face. He missed your comebacks, your confidence, the way your brain seemed to understand his better than anyone else, better than he knew his own.

He slowly walked behind you, so close that you could feel his hot breath tickling the nape of your neck. He only looked at you through the mirror in front of you, feeling like, at some point, this would help him keep his façade. He bore his poker and stern face while taking in your presence.

Gosh, how he wanted to pin you to that mirror and kiss you until your lips turn bloody red from how much he would bite them.

“Looking great here. Nice big ring too.” he said, the hot breath of his lips tickling your ear.

It was hard for you to ignore how fast your heart was beating, and the tension between the two of you. It was electric, deep, high. You hated the effect he had on you, how he would always manage to have you wrapped around his finger. How he could make you kneel in front of him, happily opening your mouth to welcome his hot length. How he could make you melt from the simplest of words.

How he could break your facade, break your heart and confidence under a minute.

Your eyes met through the mirror, and that’s when you noticed his new scar. It hurt, knowing that you did not have the opportunity to mend his wounds and see his progress.

“I can’t say the same for you.” You lied, breaking the eye contact by focusing on removing the earrings you had just put on.

Zoro laughed, never looking away. He agreed: beside you, he looked like a picturesque character. You were the epitome of beauty, an ethereal image. If he were Sanji, he would have probably died on the spot.

Your eyes met again.

“You could have told me you were getting married. I had the right to-“

“How dare you?” you cut him mid-sentence, turning around to face him. His new built caught you off guard, but you didn’t let that stop you from finally, cutting the air.

“Zoro you better not finish that sentence. You have no right whatsoever to know a thing about my life. Not after what you did.” You explained, clear annoyance and a hint of hurt in your voice.

“Oh, is that how it is? How it’s going to be, (Y/N)? Of course you should have told me ! How dare you not tell me?” Zoro responded, mad, stubborn, scratched. “You can’t just get married, with this creep, and believe that I don’t have MY say in this? Or are you stupid?!” he continued, not noticing he started yelling.

You slightly pushed him away to get behind him, clearly needing the space. And he was surprised he let you push him, following your movements, wondering what your dress would feel like under his touch. He stared at your dress, your bosom and the way the corset enhanced the roundness of your boobs.

He wanted to eat them out right now and tear this corset apart.

“Oh you’re the stupid one here! Zoro you cannot expect me to tell you a thing about my love life, or anything about my life for that matter, when you walked away, in the middle of the night, saying your dream was more important, right after making love to me, and leaving to the sea without as much as a note?!” you stated, yelling the last words.

“It was not the right time for us and you know it! Come on, don’t act like I forced my decision on you. You know it was the best choice.”

“I beg your pardon?” you asked, walking closer to him, closing the distance between the two of you to state your thoughts loud and clear. You shook your head, gathering your thoughts after Zoro’s unreasonable rambling.

“Let me ask you. What do you call someone leaving in the middle of the night, saying how his dream is more important than the night he just spent with who he called to be the love of his life, while the later cried her heart out? Do you call that a consensual decision? A mature talk? Enlighten me, Roronoa Zoro. Please, enlighten me.”

Zoro just dived into your eyes at your words. Enlighten me. The words echoed in his ears, and for a couple of seconds his brain just stopped working. Noticing his lack of response, you sighed, trying to walk past him to finally put your veil on.

But this time, he did not let you past him.

Zoro grabbed your hips and looked into your eyes before diving in and kiss you. The taste of his lips surprised you, they seemed more mature, but still as soft as they were that night. With Zoro invading your space, it was hard to think, hard to breathe, hard to resist breaking the tension lingering after all these years. Before he could slide his tongue pass your lips, you pulled back, looking at him with half-lidded eyes, whispering, afraid the universe might hear you;

“What are you doing?”

“Enlightening you.” he whispered with a smirk, his breath tickling your lips.

And these words were enough to send all senses of hurt, bitterness and ache to hell. You let him kiss you, putting your hands on his arms as he kept a firm grip on your hips. He kissed you hard, feral. His tongue parted your lips, twirling around yours as he let out a deep groan. He has been waiting for this for years, and feeling your lips respond to his sent him to heaven. He could not help but let his hands glide to your ass and give it a light squeeze, making you yelp. Your reaction made him laugh, a small, intimate laugh only you could hear.

You slowly pulled away to catch your breath, and he took the opportunity to tell you what he really meant to say before rambling the selfish nonsense he let out.

“Don’t marry him. Come with me.” He whispered, his lips meeting the side of your neck, using his tongue to tickle the soft spots he never forgot: your submaxillary triangle, your trapezius.

“What are you talking about?” you responded, still a little out of breath, and mostly, distracted by his shenanigans.

“You got me baby, loud and clear.”

The dress started to bother him, and he took the opportunity to tear the bottom to the side, creating a slit on your left leg, taking advantage of it to massage your thighs and groping your ass once more, with more force and determination. He tapped your ass, a small gesture to wrap your legs around his waist as he pinned you to the mirror.

And when your legs tightened around his waist, he knew your answer.

And so he did not waste any time anymore. He massaged your breasts through the corset of your white dress, admiring how your boobs threatened to escape only for him to lick at your buds, cupping them in between his large hands. Your hands fell into his mossy green hair, slightly pulling on the ends as his tongue danced around your clavicles.

Being the skillful swordsman he is, and having experience with his mouth and hands, his left hand went under your dress, thanks to the slit he made, so he could play with your clothed cunt, feeling its wetness forming. There are so much things he wished to say at that moment, but the way his erection irritated his pants kept him from uttering the slightest of word. And knowing him like the back of your hand, you let out a small laugh.

“Are your pants too small to contain your little friend here?”

“If you call it little then I really should jog your memory.”

With that, he pushed you against the cold mirror surface a little harder so he could unzip his pants, letting his length sprung free against the white silk.

“Be careful, you might tarnish it you idiot!”

“Like you and I care.” he proudly stated, sliding his hand under your dress and pushing his index into your cunt, while rubbing circle on your clit. He never took his eyes off you, appreciating every little of your reactions, bearing your face into his memory.

“Gosh, I missed the feeling of your pussy around my fingers, you know that right?” he desperately uttered, feeling his already hard cock getting harder. “Gosh (Y/N), I missed everything about you.” he added, pumping harder, adding another finger into your pussy, your moans getting louder and lewder.

“And I missed the feeling of your cock, Zo’..” you whimpered, a dark light sparkling in his eye as he heard your plea.

“Well you won’t miss it anymore sweatheart.” he said, removing his fingers out of your cunt and pushing up your dress some more, so he could set your white lace panty aside and slide into you.

“Hmmpf!” you whimpered in extasy, the simple feeling of his cock stretching your tight cunt already answering your needs. He waited for you to adjust and looked at you, his eyes pleading for consent. Once you nodded and gave him a soft, intimate smile, Zoro started pounding into you at a feral pace. His nails dug into your thighs and ass as he held you tight, pumping his thick cock into your warmth. You threw your head back on the cold mirror surface as you tried to keep some sense into you, tears forming in your eyes from how passionate your partner was.

“G-Gosh (Y/N), you’re still taking me so well… completely m-made for me..” Zoro managed to say, as he could feel your pussy tightening around his shaft. This felt so real, so much better than in his memories.

“Please k-keep going!” you plead, only for him to hold you tighter, spanking your ass in the process.

“I’ll k-keep only if you answer my question.” He said, slowing his thrusts, going excruciatingly slow, torturing the both of you.

But he needed to know.

“Are you coming with me to the sea?”

He stared into your eyes for as long as he could, trying to determine what went on in your head.

“Zoro..”

He thrusted hard into you, looking at you again.

“Answer me.”

He thrusted harder, his eye never leaving your beautiful face.

“I..”

He thrusted harder, so hard you swore you could feel it in your guts.

“(Y/N). You love me. I love you. Come with me.”

“Y-Yes for God’s sake I’ll c-come with you!” you cried, only for him to smile in pride and thrust into you without anything as a break. He felt ecstatic and tried his best hiding his smile into your neck, giving it sloppy kisses before giving you one more passionate kiss as you both came together, your dress a total mess, both your bodies a sweaty mess, but a loving one at best.

He looked at you and saw the smile he waited to see for so long. He gently put your legs to the ground as he looked through his pocket.

“Don’t tell me you’re looking for a condom now that we’re just done” you muttered, earning an eye-roll from the swordman.

“I’m looking for the ring I got you, dumbass.” he bluntly stated, pulling the ring out of his pocket before putting it in your hands.

“Let me take off this ugly ass ring so I can give you mine.” He said and you let him have his way, gently laughing at his usual stubbornness. He slid his ring on your finger with a prideful and loving look, trying to conceal his blush by looking away.

“So, what’s the plan now Zo?” you asked, gazing into his good eye with more love than you thought ever existed.

“There’s none. We’ve got all the time in the world.” he responded, kissing your left hand before he heard a familiar ruckus down the hall, curtesy of his captain.

“I promise you’ll get used to it.” he shyly said as he held your hand tight, definitely not letting go, love wins all, after all.

#one piece x reader #op x reader #one piece imagine #one piece headcanon #opla x reader #one piece smut #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro smut #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro roronoa x y/n #zoro roronoa x you

[wormswurld]

hii!! do you have any headcanons/thoughts/woteva about transfem felix? also your blog is incredible, peace and love <3

of course i have thoughts about transfem! fem + thank you so much for liking my blog!!!! you’re so kind,, peace & love sent your way as well 💕🌟

- has always felt dysphoric about her height since she’s so tall and she’s always been the tallest person in her class though once college started she kinda just accepted her height& how it won’t change lol

- first started realizing signs of her feeling “different” from all the other boys in her class when she would gravitate towards hanging out with the girls in her classes, playing with different toys (literally throwing temper tantrums if she didn’t have the same toys / ability to play dress up with venetia), etc

- dysphoria really started hitting when puberty & middle school started…was always popular and thought to be a “ladies man” by his peers and teachers even though she would only hangout with girls / talk to them about typical “girly things” + having small little crushes on boys she would keep to herself

- venetia was the first person she came out to!! they’ve been close since birth so it was kinda impossible not to tell her,, probably told her after coming home from school (first time she was ever ridiculed for being “too feminine” or a “fairy” etc) and of course venetia listened and comforted her like a good sister would + she always wanted a sister anyway

- as time progresses felix starts growing out her hair a little longer, not thing too long, but shoulder length so she could start tucking hair behind her hair + wear headbands whenever it got too hot outside (no one in her inner circle really questioned it that much, of course there were some bad people though venetia taught felix to really start standing up for herself not letting “those” comments get to her”

- sometimes when it’s late at night (during the summer before meeting ollie) felix sneaks off to venetia’s room where she can snoop around and play with her makeup and clothes,, of course the clothes don’t really fit properly but being able to see herself in something she truly feels more comfortable in helps a lot

- starts to go out shopping with elspeth for more flowy linen shirts, maybe even snagging some from the women’s section to try things out in the name of “fashion” and of course elspeth is fine with it, she was a “fashionista” back in her day, and would ultimately kill felix if she dressed in anything “ill-fitting / drab” (aka no poor people clothes LOL) also felix’s gender isn’t really questioned by his parents all too much?? elspeth knew felix was always different but never felt any sort of way once she started noticing her “son” isn’t really her “son” if you know what i mean

- also (if this wasn’t obvious) felix is fine with her birth name! she doesn’t really get dysphoric from it, only ever really feeling insecure about her body hair & muscles (but i mean the people around her aren’t really complaining about how nice her body looks so she’s kinda okay with it,, she is felix catton after all lmao biggest attention whore of all time)

- manages to dress femininely without being “clocked” for being trans if that makes sense?? like ever since venetia helped her with standing up for herself she doesn’t really take shit from anyone plus no one can really say anything about her because of her status.. for example flowy women’s shirts, button ups etc are always in rotation in her wardrobe same with baggy pants because she really couldn’t be bothered lol though dressing up for dinner is quite literally the bane of her existence

- when first meeting ollie she is essentially head over heels (converse lol) because how could she not be? like ollie is the perfect example of a “save me” “my life is so tragic” story felix essentially gets off on it + she finds him extremely cute

- big jump to when it’s the summer of saltburn and the two are extremely close ollie discloses how he’s trans and felix feels so comforted!! because finally! FINALLY! she’s met someone else who is like her and really can understand what it’s like (to an extent since she’s more of a social butterfly than ollie is)

- cue felix properly trying on a well fitting dress in front of ollie for a party that’s being hosted at saltburn (i don’t know the theme though i know i want to see felix in a dress experiencing the biggest gender euphoria moment known to man) and she is just over the moon!!!!! her and ollie probably sneak off somewhere (even though everyone wants to be with felix) to talk more abt their experiences with gender, getting drunk, and ultimately making out against some wall of some kind)

- loves the way how ollie makes her feel when they are making out,, just treating her so gently yet not feeling scared to take control and hold onto felix’s waist & bite her lip and she’s never EVER had an encounter like this with someone else so being able to share it with ollie is just so special…ollie probably slots his leg between felix’s as they grind on each other making the most delicious sounds everrrrrrrrrr

I LOVE T4T CATTONQUICK !!!!!!!!! TRANS LOVE FOR THE WIN! 😵‍💫⚧️

#wormswurld answers #ask #ask me anything #ask anything #lgbtqia #saltburn #oliver quick #saltburn posting #felix catton #cattonquick #felix x oliver #saltburn 2023 #mtf! felix catton #ftm! oliver quick #t4t #wormswurld brainrot 🌟

[cindymoonsgfreal]

The Devil and A Lawyer

pairing: Matt Murdock x nb!reader x Jennifer Walters

genre: one-shot, fluff, slight smut at the end

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! smut, slightly insecure reader, no gender pronounce used for the reader, no gendered body description for the reader, slightly sub!matt, reader likes d and v

word count: 1652

Matt Murdock is a flirty bastard.

When Jennifer called you in the evening, annoyed, rumbling on and on about the blind jerk winning over her case and completely losing all her chances of getting the perfect dress for the gala, you knew exactly who she was talking about.

Matt Murdock was in LA.

You haven’t even noticed how you let the name slip from your lips. Still, the next thing you knew, you were sitting in your favorite bar, listening to Jen expressing her extreme opinions about the lawyer, as the second glass of rum was getting empty by minutes in your hand. It was a long day for you, as you were still recovering from the Titania attack on the wedding when she accidentally threw the chair your way instead of She-Hulk’s. Sitting was hurting, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to complain about it. Not when Jen accidentally brushed her knee against yours, and her hands would fall on your thighs as she leaned closer to whisper some dirty curses about her new “enemy.” It was probably best to remember the quotation; as you both knew, it wasn’t jealousy or anger; it was tension. The good old sexual tension.

That thought gave you an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach as you felt yourself get hot from the understanding that your crush and your ex were probably thirsty for each other because, in the words of the wise avocado: “if there's a stunning woman with questionable character in the room, Matt Murdock's gonna find her.”

“I cannot believe you two dated,” Jen muttered again, taking a sip from her glass. You frowned at that, moving closer to let the woman see the raised eyebrows about the last phrase. Walters looked up, finally noticing your face. Her eyes widened in shock as she registered the meaning of her words. “Oh, that sounded bad. Look, I didn’t mean it like that. I strongly believe any guy or woman will date you. Hell, even I would date you.” You felt your heart skip a beat. You watched as Jen abruptly stopped her rambling. Her cheeks heated bright red as she closed and opened her mouth like a fish, searching for any words. But before she could say anything else, two glasses were placed in front of her.

“What is this?” Jennifer smiled cluelessly, her eyes darting up and down from the glass to eh bartenders.

“From that guy over there.”

Well shit.

Matt was turned their way when your eyes fell on his figure. He didn’t change, even a day since your last meeting, and understandably so. The blip brought everyone back without aging them their five missing years. He was smiling, almost shyly, even though you could recognize the play he was making. Matt Murdock can be an actor with the way he played the shy, charismatic lawyer with definitely no secret identities that resemble the devil.

“Mind if I join you two?” he asked, and you bit your lip, wondering if his f=gonna to play his “I’m blind, help me to my seat” card. Jen did not notice your behavior change as she murmured, “sure.” Matt smiled warmly as he stood up from his chair and carefully made his way to you. He sat on your left, his hand brushing against your shoulder for a second as he slightly pulled up on his chair to straighten up. You breathed in longly, feeling the old tingling emerge in you. “I wanted to extend a peace offering.”

Jen scrunched her nose in fake disgust, making a small smile appear on her lips. “Ugh! I hate it when people take the high road.” the giggle left your lips as Murdock barked out a real laugh. You glanced at him briefly, feeling sad as you remembered how long it had been since you last heard him be that…free. “So, what’s your story, Matt Murdock?”

That’s when the flirting began. Jennifer uses her natural charm, and Matt his blind jokes. The coil of jealousy grew inside, making you look down at the empty third glass of alcohol, deciding to leave the pair. So, you turned to Jen, your hand falling on her palm and giving it a quiz. Jennifer moved her gaze from the man to you, the softness melting you like ice cream.  “I’ll leave you two alone.” you smiled politely, moving to stand up as a hand caught your wrist, and the other fell to your thigh that was still hanging on the bar chair.

“Stay.” both of them invited in a hushed voice, mesmerizing you to a fully empty-headed state. You looked almost dumbfoldly as you sat back down, both of their hands falling to touch at least some part of you. Jen rested her hand on the closeted thigh, her fingers playing with the thick materials of the jeans, as Matt squeezed your palm, feeling the warmth radiating from you. And then and there, between two lawyers, you understood one thing - you were fucked.

It was late when you heard noises coming from the living room of Jennifer’s apartment, making you jump up from the bed and quickly take the hand knife you were gifted ages ago. Jen has left to help her idiot client in the night, and now it has been an hour since she was on her first-ever superhero outing. You were worried about her, but knowing she is probably bulletproof calmed you slowly but steadily. However, wishing she was here was strong, as you knew you were not enhanced in any way. So, if it isn’t Jen but someone else, you and your knife would probably be equally useless. Bracing up the beats of bravery, you nudged the door open.

Jennifer was making out with Matt in his daredevil suit (well, at least you guessed that the yellow-red combination on him was his new suit and not some sick roleplay). Her hands were gently cupping his face as Matt already threw the mask away on the sofa. His hands were roaming down her body, making her lean her chest to his as the soft groan left her lips.

You didn’t notice you dropped your knife until the collision echoed through the room, making the pair part away, their eyes instantly falling on you. You breathed in nervously, the awkward smile falling on your lips. “I’m so sorry. I will leave you two. See you in the morning, Jen. It was nice seeing you again, Matt. ” you tried running towards the exit, but two hands gently caught your waist, pulling in between the two heroes. Your heart hammered in your chest as you looked up from the ground to see Jen’s eyes looking at you seductively. “Stay?” she murmured, slowly leaning in till your noses touched each. You struggled to breathe as your hair moved away from your shoulder, and a line of small kisses trailed down your neck. Matt breathed out. “Please?”

“Yes.”

This was enough for Jennifer to grin, her lips falling on yours in a slow kiss. Your hands flew to her ass, bringing her even closer, feeling the heat radiating from her as you dipped your tongue past her lips, the feeling making Jen groan out loudly. Matt grinned against your neck, now bitting at it with a small force, marking his way down to your shoulders. He moved even closer, making your ass feel everything you and Jennifer made to him. Jennifer dropped her hands to the ends of your shirt, tugging them to the side, making the buttons pop open, exposing your chest to her. She pulled away, leaning down to bite on the flesh. Matt took that as an opportunity to wrap his hand around your neck, moving to lap at your mouth with his tongue.

You moaned to the kiss, bringing your hands up to his neck, trying to find the zipper. Matt pulled away and chuckled at the attempt, making Jennifer look up from her sport between your boobs. Now you grew tired of that. “If you still want your suit to be intact - you will open the fucking zipper yourself,” you grumbled, pulling away from him to kiss the woman more eagerly.  Matt almost broke the suit himself; when he heard the wet sound and loud moan Jennifer let out as you took off her case and dipped your hand in her pants.

You moved to the bedroom, leaving the trail of clothes after you, as the three of you sat on the bed, now squeezing Walters between the two bodies. She moaned in pleasure, an overwhelming feeling washing over her, as she felt two pairs of hands stretching her and the tongue exploring her chest and neck. Matt was almost feral as he bit and licked, his senses drowning him, as the mix of arousal and sensual gasps and moans overflood his system. Everything felt too much, but he wouldn’t have wished for any less.

You watched the man unintentionally grunt his hips at the soft material of the bed, making you smirk at the sight of desperation. Snapping your hands down to still his movement, you felt Jennifer shredder with a groan as your hand left her. Matt whined at the loss of friction. “I didn’t say you can move, did I, red?” the pet name made him moan even louder. You smirked, moving your hand to cup his dick through the underwear. “Will you be a good boy?”

“Yes, yes, yes, please.” he desperately whined, making Jennifer look back and forth between you two as she got wetter even more.

“Lay down. Jennifer will ride you, and you won’t cum until I say so. If you do good, you’ll get the reward. If not, it’s going to be a very long night for you, my love.” you whispered, knowing he could you very well.

The night was starting, and you both knew it will be long.

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[dailyreverie]

Carving Contest

A/N: This one goes to my lovely wife @nadja-antipaxos / @sexy-skeleton, thank you so much for requesting! And alright, so... I don't think we know Frankie's kid's name or gender in the movie but I like to imagine he has a girl idk why. I really hope you like it!

Fall prompts 🍂 "Is it supposed to look like that?"

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x reader.

Word count: 835 words

When Frankie suggested a family-friendly Halloween party, one in which his little one could be a part of, you never expected the rest of the group to follow through… yet, there they were. The way Halloween goes with your fellow friends is the opposite of family-friendly, with overcrowded bars and way too much to drink, and on your side, a history of costumes made just to drive Santiago mad enough to make him push you against a wall.

Now, instead of all that, you find yourselves with a cooler full of canned beers and soft drinks, and your very safe matching vampire and victim costumes - yes, all with blood coming out of his lip and fake bit marks on your neck, styled with a long dress because “please wear something fucking decent”, Fish had warned you - Santiago and you join the rest of your group for a night of family fun.

You join Santi by the paper-covered table assigned as the carving station, where he fights against Will to crave a cute pumpkin. When you see him there you can´t help but smile at the concentrated look on his face as he stabs and cuts the biggest pumpkin he could find. He stands towering over an already opened pumpkin, his shoulders are tense when you place your hands on them to let him know you are there, and you kiss his cold cheek to try and ease him. “Who’s winning?” You whisper against his ear before sitting next to him.

“It might be a tie so far,” Santi replies after taking a quick look at Will’s work, who looks just as frustrated as your boyfriend. Still, Santiago lets out a huff of air, tired and exasperated at his lack of artistic skills. “I don’t get why Fish thought I would be good at this.”

“I don’t know, mi amor, but I feel like I should thank him.” You shot him a sly smile, since ever since you joined him your eyes couldn’t stay away from the way his arms bulked when cutting into the hard pumpkin.

“Ah, tramposa [cheater]” He jokes winking at you. “And I thought you had come here to help.”

“Nope,” You sip on your drink, your eyes roaming over his muscles. “I’m just here for the view”

A slight blush paints Santi’s cheeks pink, rolling his eyes at you but enjoying the attention still. After a few more cuts he lets the knife fall and sits beside you, hugging your shoulders to pull you towards his tired body. “Well, I think it’s not that bad.” Santi confirms.

Turning to look at the pumpkin you have to bite your lip to hold the laughter in. One eye was smaller than the other and the nose was crooked to the side, but it looks at you with a smile that you can only match in return as you kiss Santi’s cheek.

“What?” He asks, an eyebrow lifting up his forehead. “No review?”

“It looks great, Santi, but-”

“Oh, come on,” He glares at you, his eyes narrowing playfully at you.

“But is it supposed to look like that?” Santi looks back at his creation but you keep your eyes on him, his handsome profile confused as to why you were asking. 

“What do you mean?” Santi is quick to pull out his phone, a picture of a carved pumpkin that he used for reference showing up on his screen. 

“Look at his eyes, they’re not even.” You whisper, trying to not give away how badly he was going to lose. “And the mouth, it isn’t even open.” Again, you point out the clear differences between expectation and reality, kissing his jaw when he starts shaking his head.

“I can’t let her see this, she was so excited about it.” Santi looks disappointed, sad even, at the fact that he butchered his only task.

As if on cue, Fish’s kid shows up to see uncle Santi’s creation. She’s not as discreet as you are, giggling at the pumpkin that looks back at her with one eye too big and another one too small. “What is that?” She laughs, climbing onto Santi’s lap.

“That’s your uncle Benny after a fight.” Santi tries to rescue it, relaxing a little when he saw her laughing. His answer makes the giggles turn into a full belly laugh, and despite the result, the laugh coming from both you and the little girl makes Santi forget about his disastrous attempt at carving; instead, he joins in the laugh when he feels his heart becoming full. The way he turned the situation makes you look at him with a smile and crinkled eyes, a proud smile at how he made his favorite girls happy.

"I think you won." You push his hair back, resting your hand on the back of his head just to feel him, to let him know how happy you were by seeing him happy too.

"I think I did." Santi might be a crappy artist, but he was damn good at making you smile.

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[moodymisty]

Promises

Author's Note: Praise be the king.

Summary: You decide to do some shopping, and tease a far far away captain with the spoils.

Relationships: Captain Rex/Reader(Gender neutral, just the mention of wearing clothing like bras and dresses)

Warnings: Lewd(not really full nsfw), Sending nudes, and teasing over a call

Word count: 2589

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Rex was tired. An understatement really, but he couldn’t exactly find a better word to fit. Exhausted implied something more physical, while what he was plagued by was a mental fatigue. He was sick of the damn busywork, and wanted out. He’d past his wits end awhile back, filling the same bland, every little detail demanding forms over and over. How many accident reports did one clone battalion need? A lot apparently, if you’re the 501st. ‘Better to ask forgiveness than permission’ you’d surely say, as you always enjoyed hearing about the antics they got up to when Rex was in a chatty mood. Admittedly they’d also heard a few of yours-like when he had to keep you from picking a fight with a restaurant owner over not letting clones in-once Rex was no longer able to contain news of his relationship from his men. Bless his heart, but Rex had always been a terrible liar.

And you were terrible at not picking fights you couldn’t reasonably win, but everyone has their weaknesses. Another report finished, Rex compiled and sent it in. His eyes darted to the side to his own personal datapad, which laid precariously close to the left end of the desk. It had been flashing for the past twenty minutes, the light constantly catching the corner of his eye. He knew it was a message from you, and he’d been purposely holding off on answering it. More so because Rex knew himself quite well-and that once he started talking to you, these reports might as well not exist. Only a few more were left, filling each one faster and faster, counting down as each one compiled and sent. So close to being done, his eyes casting another glance to the left and seeing that there was now two messages from you. He finally dared to take a look at what you'd sent, eyes squinting ever so slightly. --Hope everything is going well, Rexy  --Just figured I’d send something before I passed out Leaning over and grabbing the datapad, he glanced it over before looking back up and what he should be doing. There was only a few left, it wasn’t like they needed his full attention anymore.

Too many of these damn reports were for Jesse, anyways.

-- If you consider ‘well’ the usual amount of chaos, then yes things are going well.

--As long as nothing’s blown up I’d consider that pretty good. At least given your previous track records

Part of him hated how on the ball you actually were-another part found it amusing.

--Everyone’s just a little stir crazy, and we’re in the middle of switching to new armor.

--I’d offer some of you guys food or something for a break, if you were on Coruscant  --Now that would get them motivated. --I mean, the saying “a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” had to come from somewhere right? While a warm meal couldn’t solve every problem, it could solve a good many of them. Especially for clones who’d had a even a limited taste of the outside world, and were now sick of pre-made rations and nutrient bars. Even with how often you’d said you weren’t that good of a cook, just the thought of you making a meal had made his stomach almost grumbling.

Managing to tear his eyes away from the chat log for a moment he finished another report, before a soft ring started coming from his datapad. The room was mostly empty other than him and this desk, the sound echoing. YN-38484-39484 Initiated call ANSWER? Yes/No Rex noticed the way his hand almost shook while answering your call, waiting on baited breath until: “Hey Rexy, hope your not too busy? I can call back later if you are.” He couldn’t help the shake of his head even if you couldn’t see him. He found that nickname a little embarrassing, but you said it far too sweetly to do anything about it. Just as long as you didn't use it in front of anybody he knew... “No, just finishing up accident reports. Almost done.” You let out a soft noise of affirmation. Rex heard what sounded like fabric shuffle, as if you were laying in bed or on a couch. Was it late on Coruscant? He didn’t even know if it was night on Kamino, with the lack of windows in this room. It felt like he was almost being slowly suffocated; Being stuck in here. “So you’re still Captain Rex right now?” He raked a gloved hand along his buzz cut with a breathy laugh. He knew that tone. Gods, what you do to him should be illegal. “Until I finish these, yes. So be on your best behavior.” Even through a call light-years apart your laugh still sounded beautiful, after scoffing at him. “What, and I’m usually not?” Another report done, Rex sent it off with no parting wave. Before giving you his full attention back. It had been to quick for you to even realize you'd lost it. “Just yesterday I finished telling the men about your food throwing incident, don’t try and wipe your record clean now.” Rex almost laughed at the way he suddenly heard the rustling of fabric, and he confirmed to himself you were indeed sitting on your couch or bed; and had now probably leaned up to scowl and defend yourself. “Ok fine, fair. But if I hear one more person call you or any other clone something I don’t like, they get something thrown at them. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.” You’d never liked the way people, especially on Coruscant, treated the clones like Rex as less than human. It was something you couldn't ignore, especially with Rex at your side. But why was it everywhere Rex went, he always gathered people that were such spitfires? “Try not to cause too much trouble while I’m gone, I can’t exactly write accident reports for you.” On the other end of the line you were getting off your bed, walking over to stand in front of the thin full body mirror you had in the corner of the room. “Oh relax, I just went shopping today. No one got hurt.” You didn’t go shopping too often, and once Rex finished another report, only three left now, he glanced at the datapad. “Went shopping? What for?” Coruscant had such an insane amount of shopping districts and people, Rex often wondered when he was there how people managed to find anything. It showed him something about GAR he didn’t mind; The regulated armor and blacks, or cleancut ceremony uniforms. Though, it wasn't like he had the credits to spend on things like clothing anyways. YN-38484-39484 attached two image files ACCEPT? Yes/No Would Rex regret opening those files? Yes, because they completely distracted him from what he should be doing. But also no, because it had felt like months since he’d seen your face. A bright blue dress softy laid against your body; Made of a breezy, flowing fabric and clearly brand new. You looked quite happy to be in it-he could see your smile through the mirror you’d taken the picture in. His tongue twisted; Rex always had you on the mind, but sometimes he’d see you and just, stall.

“You look,” You were waiting on baited breath for his response, pursing your lips tight to avoid him hearing your little, somewhat devious laugh. He sounded so out of sorts, and you hadn’t even really done anything yet.

“You look really good.” You couldn’t hold the laugh any longer, an almost silent giggle as you could hear Rex fumbling on the other end of the line. You’d never done this sort of thing before, never really had the confidence to, but Rex was always so genuine you couldn’t help but feel a little bit empowered when you dressed like this.

There was rustling on your side again, Rex quickly moving to type more into his file and finish it before he got distracted again. Only two left.

“Want to see what’s underneath?” Breaking the silence, your hand played with the smooth edge of your dress while you still stood in front of the mirror, waiting for his response.

“I went shopping for that too.” Rex’s hands noticeably jerked at the implication, before turning and frowning at the datapad. You were going to be the death of him, not blaster fire or explosions; He was absolutely sure of it.

“I’m not in my quarters right now; Just, give me a minute.” He could hear you chuckling, and the rustling sounds of your datapad moving in your hands.

Of course you’d tease him like this now, when you were light-years away and he couldn’t do a thing about it. You added more fuel to the fire as well by the fact that you didn’t listen to his plea, and decided to show him anyways.

YN-38484-39484 attached two image files 

ACCEPT? Yes/No

Rex wasn’t a fan of the way his hand moved almost of it’s own accord, accepting the files and completely forgetting that he’d just scolded you for being impatient.

Opening both images they were of you again, now lacking the newly bought dress you’d just shown off. It was laying neatly on your bed in the background. But in doing so, you showed off something else:

A brand new, and clearly expensive set of lingerie. A full bra, garter belt and stockings; All in that distinctive 501st blue.

It was the main course, clearly. “How much did you pay for that?” Was the first thing that flung out of his mouth. He knew, only from offhand comments made by you, that these kinds of things were quite expensive. “More than I probably should’ve. You’d be surprised how hard it is to find stuff this color. Once I found it I burst into the store and snatched it up so fast I’m pretty sure I scared the cashier.” Surprised wouldn’t exactly be the adjective he’d use for himself right now, as his armor suddenly felt incredibly tight, but he was a little too tongue tied to correct you. “You went searching for it?” “Consider it my way of supporting the 501st.” Two more reports left. Only two. Rex let out a sharp breath of air through his nose and quickly skimmed the next one, listening to your soft chuckling on the other side of the call. You could hear him move around, getting up and making sure the door was locked. If someone needed in, well, they could wait. Or screw off, which Rex would prefer they do.

“Is it a game of yours to constantly try and distract me? Or do you just have good timing?” Sitting down and adjusting his position Rex pulled at the collar of his blacks, eyes still locked on the image of you on the screen.

“Well if you’re really that busy, I can always just hang up and call you back later.” Rex was always so easy to poke at, and you could almost hear the scowl he was surely wearing. “Don’t try and wriggle your way out of trouble that you started.”

“Geez, someone’s already all hot and bothered?” He moved to push his seat a little back, far enough back that he had enough space to part his knees slightly wider than his hips.

“It doesn’t help that you do things like this whenever you miss me.”

“I always miss you, Rex.”

That sentence hit him like a boulder to the chest-the casualness of it. He only just managed to let out a breathy chuckle, eyes glancing towards the door and imaging what was beyond it. His face felt warm, and he wouldn’t be shocked if there was a red flush on his tanned skin.

“If I wouldn’t get decommissioned, I’d steal the first ship in the shuttle bay and go see you right now.” Leaning back against your pillows after sitting down, you had to almost cover your mouth and muffle the surprised laugh.

“To think you’d be so rebellious. And what would you want to do once you got here, Captain Rex?” How did he get so lucky? He could hear the way you were teasing him, trying to make him crack under pressure. Rex prided himself on his decorum and discipline, but the way that lace looked against your skin...

“You’re going to pay for this once I get back there, you know.” “What? You can’t take a little teasing? I thought you were a captain?” He could hear you laugh, all the while he adjusted his blacks against his skin. They were feeling almost suffocating now. You however were feeling quite comfortable, laid back on your bed knowing that as soon as Rex was back on Coruscant, he was going to storm over and make you pay for this. Which had been the goal the whole time, of course. Rex was a sweetheart, through and through, but when he got riled up... “I just think it’s a little unfair that you get to see me but I can’t see you.” Though a few raggedy sighs Rex managed to to speak. “I’m already risking getting into hot water talking to you, if I get caught on GAR tech with my blacks down, I’ll never hear the end of it.” That got a disappointed groan in response, cursing Rex’s stoicism. The few times you’d cracked it, leaving him blushing and stuttering; It had been absolutely delicious.

“If only all your brothers were as well behaved as you are, you wouldn’t have any accident reports to write up.” Said accident reports were still left unfinished, as few they were, Rex able to throw them a wayward glance before looking down at his datapad and still seeing the pictures you’d sent him.

He was half tempted to close them, just so he’d stop staring and hopefully, the feeling in his lower stomach wouldn’t get any stronger than it already was.

“Even if they were, I’d still have you to keep me from getting things done. Teasing me with that little-“ Rex would jerk as if shot in response to the sudden knock on the locked door.

“Captain Rex! You’re needed for a brief. I was, told to specify that it was urgent.” Rex had wanted to just yell at the soldier to piss off, but knowing it was urgent and he was expected meant this was something he couldn’t get out of. His hand once again brushed against his blonde buzz cut. Gods, he suddenly felt exhausted again.

“Tell them I’ll be there in a minute.” The soldier then left after saying he would inform them, his footsteps fading quickly as he walked back from where he’d came.

“Duty calls?” Rex could taste the sugary coating of your voice, taking great pride in how he now had to attend to his business with distracting thoughts on his mind. Standing up from his chair, he adjusted his blacks and codpiece before grabbing the datapad off the table.

“You are in big trouble when I’m back on Coruscant for this, I hope you know.” Now picking out the clothing you were actually going to sleep in, you started taking off the lingerie and laid it out perfectly. Not a wrinkle would get on this thing if you were in charge; At least not until Rex was back.

“Oh, I was betting on it. Good luck Rex, stay safe for me.”

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[my-gf-is-kazuichi-soda]

The selfship that almost was: my ridiculous experience with Trigger Happy Havoc.

Spoilers for Danganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc, and the bottom part of this post (starting where you see Kaito's picture) has spoilers for DR V3!

You can absolutely laugh at me for this post. Shit gets wild.

I played THH I think 2-3 years ago? It's almost a year since I played SDR2 and I played DR V3 this year.

Some time before my little sister asked me to play THH (and to let her watch me play to see my reactions), I had already spoiled myself to Chihiro's death. I didn't know her killer, but the video I saw (it was so long ago I really dont remember which video this was) mainly talked about her gender in the game. Somehow I ended up picking up the detail that Mondo trained with her, but not that he was the one that killed her?

Anyway, so going into the game I knew I would like Chihiro but tried not to get attached because I also knew she would die, so I tried to see other characters I could like. If I had been less self-conscious (keep in mind my little sister was watching me play), I would have spent more free times with Hifumi. I tried to pick a more "normal" character, or at least more normal to admit to liking?, and apparently I don't know what normal means because I thought this was Toko.

Toko was mean, but I chalked it up to her being terrified of the situation and everything happening to them. How was she supposed to trust anyone in a "killing game"?! Of course she freaks out! Of course she hides in her room! Of course she has trust issues! Okay but none of this excused how mean she was, but maybe that was her defense for being scared? I could also relate to her not exactly being warm to the other girls in the game, and I admit my first impression of Aoi was petty and negative and I didn't trust her (sorry Aoi, this was unwarranted and stupidly biased in hindsight. I didn't like her because I had this impression about her being a "mean popular girl" -because she showed off her boobs I guess???- and the rest of the game threw me off so much I didn't really stop and rethink this assumption. That was a fail on my part. Thankfully I learned not to make the mistake with Akane). It's also funny that I thought Aoi was "too girly," considering that she's one of the only canon Danganronpa girls to wear something that isn't a skirt/dress, and she was in sort of a relationship with Sakura. First impressions aren't everything, as I would realize later come to realize with Toko.

I felt so bad for Toko, and I was annoyed at the time that we were playing Makoto because I wanted to play a girl character who was nicer to her, who was lesbians with her (yes, I had a crush on Toko. HAD. You can probably guess what made that crush dissipate.) I had this idea about writing a fanfic where my s/i would try to protect her "like she's my little sister," except obviously this was a lie because she didn't want to scare her away by admitting to a crush. In hindsight, this fanfic idea would have been hilarious. Assuming I actually could win Toko's affections, I planned on being a bit annoying and clingy (simping) but doing everything to prove I was keeping her safe, she would have been pushing me as far away as possible to avoid me becoming Genocide Jack's next victim, insulting me to get me to leave while I weigh every insult against the consequence of losing the only character I made a big connection with. Also, I know I would never be able to handle a tsundere insulting me the way Toko would, but I was considering working around that by having my character be desperate to latch onto somebody to be safer during the game, though I would still try to take on the role of protecting Toko. Is it wrong that it makes me laugh to imagine writing this and then having Genocide Jack kill me? XD

I had so much trouble picking out items I thought Toko and Chihiro (the two characters I spent free times with) would like, and my sister would get impatient with me if I reset to try to pick a better item to try to activate a cutscene. I only got three cutscenes with Toko, and none with Chihiro. It was pretty frustrating when I wasn't getting anywhere. I think I talked to Yasuhiro a bit too, because my sister asked me why I was spending so much time with Toko and I didn't want her to catch onto my crush (lol).

I figured Toko probably had a secret, but my idea of it was very simple. She was showing such a tsun side, and her backstories revealed how lonely and heartbroken she was, I figured that her secret was probably something sweet and cute to show her dere side. Since she struggled to be nice to people from her trust issues, maybe she was volunteering at an animal shelter, and had a pet she was very close to waiting for her at home. We'd get to see a picture or something. Her in a shelter uniform with the dog or kitty she was fond of. Something sweet like that. That was the image in my head.

And then Chapter 2 hit me like a ton of bricks.

Chihiro's death didn't shock me, though I was surprised it showed up so early. Oh well, at least I still had Toko to spend free times with! I should probably pick another character because again, my sister would get impatient if I just spent all my free times with one character (to be fair, my sister was like 14 at the time and we had limited times to play this game, I can understand.)

It's funny, this chapter had Byakuya acting even more obnoxious, and also introduced him being Toko's crush, so I was like "ah, my rival is a total jackass." Also, he seemed hella gay and not interested at all in Toko, so I wasn't too worried. When he told Makoto not to enter a room in the library and Makoto's just like "okay! :D" I had two thoughts: "Wow, Makoto is a dumbass" (this would become a running gag with me and my sister saying this), and "Byakuya is probably the murderer. Even if it's not this case, probably another one." And when Byakuya became more obnoxious in the trial, I was like "Oh, revealing you as the murderer and seeing your execution is going to be SO satisfying. >:D"

And then... he was one of the survivors!!!

FREAKING.

Don't get me wrong! I laugh about it now. I'm laughing right now. Well played, Danganronpa. This game trolled me so much. I don't even hate Byakuya anymore, well I kinda do, but he's the character that's fun to hate. I don't seriously hate him anymore. I laugh about how ridiculously mad I got about this. Feelings about feelings are funny like that.

Speaking of which, I was even less prepared for the Toko twist because-

WHAT THE HELLL?!!!

Poorly written multiple personality disorder, AND she was a murderer, but she wasn't even the murderer for THIS case?!! I guess I can't say the game was predictable or boring, but what the hell was this?!

Also, the scissors thing and that tongue...you cant. You cant. You cant say she's straight and obsessed with men and then give her all this lesbian symbolism, game. What are you doing? From this point on, Danganronpa was confused. Or maybe I was confused, I don't know. I was so very confused. I was still attracted to her, maybe more attracted to Jack now, but what the hell was this?!?! All the directions they could have taken her character and THIS is what they chose to do with her???!!

I like to joke now: Chapter 2 is actually the first double murder in the game. They killed Chihiro in the living sense, and they totally murdered Toko's character in the writing sense, in a way that I almost wish they had really killed her off instead. That would have been kinder to her than...this...

And I thought her big secret she was a volunteer at a damn animal shelter. Help me. 😭

It really did frustrate me, because even though she was very cruel I could relate to how cold and distant she was to everybody when she was scared, her trust issues, her clearly wanting someone to protect her and care about her but also being too terrified to trust someone enough to give them the chance to do that. I think you can see where I attached to Kazuichi for...the same exact reason, damn.

But honestly, Genocide Jack wasn't even the worst part of her writing from this point (shocking, right??!!)

No, the worst part of it was that the rest of the game, Toko would only appear every once in a while to simp over Byakuya. Literally nothing else (as far as I remember). And then she would disappear and in her place would be Jack.

Which, ngl, Jack was sexy and hilarious. I know I got like, one free time event with her. But still, she wasn't Toko! :(

It frustrated me to see this character get turned into an ableist joke. Any idea of a subversion, that maybe they were telling the player that they could consider Toko's perspective, that she had a sweeter side behind her scared, bitter self, that maybe the loser girl shouldn't be rejected by everyone... NAH! She's actually mentally ill and a freak! Let's just make fun of her mental illness and separate from liking her as much as possible! That's what it felt like playing the game after this, at least when I think about Toko.

My real favorite in this game, among the survivors, was Yasuhiro. I was convinced he would be the last victim, and I was so happy he wasn't. Bless him.

I was happy to finish THH, I needed closure for the story even though it was frustrating to see characters I started to like dying almost immeadiately and having barely anybody I cared about still around. "So in the end" (to quote Sakura) I had mixed feelings about Toko, Byakuya, and Aoi being survivors (in hindsight I was judgemental and wrong about Aoi and my feelings toward her have become more positive since then!), but I was glad to see Makoto, Kyoko, and Yasuhiro as survivors. My sister wanted me to play SDR2, and I told her I needed some time to pass before I decided to take on this game. Before I agreed to it, she had to reassure me that it was so much better than THH.

I was so worried about Kazuichi going the same route as Toko, but I took a chance at trusting her, and throughout the game she constantly showed how helpful she was and how kind she wanted to be. It wasn't as much development as I would have wanted, but it was better than what happened with Toko. There was no character assassination like Toko.

I find it so funny that I fell for the "simp" characters, and for these two games it was before I found out they were the simp characters. For Toko, it was because she was "the weird girl." For Kazuichi, it started off being because of her appearance, and continued as we learned that she was smart (a mechanic!) and helpful (she gave a thumbs up!). Yes, that is actually what made me first fall for her. You can laugh. As soon as she gave a thumbs up I knew I could trust her. Yes, I am aware that that reason is absolutely bonkers, I dont care. I'm so happy I was right this time.

^^^Look at this kind, helpful soul! I love you!!!

^^Check out the family resemblance. This is her cousin, my cousin-in-law Kaito. Kazuichi and Kaito being cousins is my headcanon. I headcanon Kaito as the older cousin, even though that probably makes no sense timeline wise. Heck, none of DR V3 makes sense timeline wise, so I do whatever!

Also, the pattern continues, as I admit I have a crush on Tenko as well. It's not as big as my crush on Kazuichi, it sort of comes and goes for the time being, and if I ever selfship with her I want to get a better sense of her character before I write her into the relationship (I'd like her to be with me and Kaz, also I'm not sure if Chihiro being part of the ship is still in my canon or not), but I wanted to mention it at some point and it's relevant to this post. Tenko had great potential, and she got some development she deserved, though the death she absolutely did not.

I guess the moral of this story is that you can trust again. Sometimes that trust will be broken, but sometimes it will help you find love. You have to take that chance.

All the places I could have learned this moral and it was the Danganronpa series. Wild.

#dont look in the tags if you dont want the character I crushed on spoiled #danganronpa trigger happy havoc spoilers #stretching out taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag #danganronpa thh #toko fukawa #tenko chabashira #kazuichi soda #kazuichi souda

[vam-piritz]

Facts about Ivy? He seems intriguing :o

Hii of course!! There you go some!!

//TW ejecution of angels(?, murder, hanging mention

He is a demon/vampire letter. His letter is on his hand and thigh, doesnt symbolize anything though. But it could be something important in a future

Ivy as a child originally was a angel, though not a normal one. He also was a vampire, due to his father genes which unfortunately ended up to sacrifice himself for his own family like his mother did too.

Ivy and destiny (his sister) ended up being orphans at the end but still could lived at the house hidden from others angels or well if it was necessary needed to hide the teeths by putting a mask.

Ivy had a little crush for Avery (oc by @asteix0 !!) They were childhood crushes for a while. That in a future they could be partners for the first time.

Until one day ivy and destiny ended being ejecuted by hanging them. Ended up being in the hell that was owned by X, in fear and lost of hopes. But also hurted the fact he couldn't see avery ever again.

X ended up adopting them, while they both were slowly becoming a demon already, which was in a very painful process.

Ivy at age 17-18 he ended up killing a angel letter with a scissors stabbing them 5 times due because they reminded him of avery. It was purely out impulsive and in pain, but inside of him he didn't and never had remorse after that.

In a future he ended up being the king of hell, replacing X after her death. Taking her role to his own, it was difficult managing something so big like that at first but at the end he could do it.

She is a fashion designer, works for nails painter and hair stylish. He is mostly a fashion designer due making dress, clothes etc. Is his passion is what he mostly likes about him

She have the biggest ego you could seen, you could insult him and he could win the idgaf war/J, but in seriousness do not understimate him

You could be confused about her gender sometimes. He can be a man or women for you, he doesn't care about his own gender a lot though, you can decide who she is ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

She wears a lot of dresses. Is rarely you could see him in suit, him wearing dresses is what he mainly do.. even though in his ref that suit is his main outfit LOL.

He don't usually cares whenever someone does something bad. But whenever comes to avery or destiny he can be very overprotective. Thats why he side eye blair (oc by cereal) a lot thought 😭.. but don't worry they are best friends ! Best friend activities :]

Ivy would ironically paint Hazel's nails out nowhere. Though hazel works with him sometimes despite the difference and difficults they have between them, but it's okay because they do have a health family bond.

The relationship of avery and him.. well, theyre so sweetly. A relationship that at first it was just kids having tiny crushes that at the end they ended up being partners after being separated for some long time. At first avery didn't recognize him due because he was different. But now in a future they will be married ;)

I forgot to mention that he can shapeshift his body male or female body anything you would like he can do. He can shapeshift even his own face, he could do a normal human face, natural smile and eyes or can do your own face

#charliezhell #LORE #ivy spotted #ivy creature

[talesfromthecoffeeshop]

What Happens Now?

It had been a joke. A simple comment meant to be funny. 

"I mean, who doesn't wish they were a girl?" He had made the joke so many times. But this was the first time he had received such a response.

~~~

Trivia night had become one of the few things he could look forward to, and it was still only every other week. He, Jeff, and Tyler made a pretty good team. Well, at least in theory. They still had yet to actually win. But that didn’t matter. It was a time to kick back, drink a little bit, and enjoy friends.

Then, Jeff brought along a coworker. David was pretty laid back, and had a good amount of knowledge that helped them shore up their own weaknesses. So, their small friend group became a little bigger. It was great!

So, what changed? It had been a trivia night unlike any other. They were on fire! Jeff managed to remember that obscure football game in ‘87, and David had chimed in with knowledge of movie production (who knew that there was a position called best boy?). Tyler, of course, knew exactly which composer was behind In the Hall of the Mountain King. 

The end of the night came. And the final point tally… Yes! For the first time in five months of trivia, they won! Hugs were shared, beers were spilled; it was amazing. The group decided to stick around a bit longer and enjoy their hard fought victory. Another round was ordered, and small bits of conversation broke out. Jeff and David talked about a tough client for a moment, before Tyler brought up a funny story about his girlfriend. 

And that is when he made his joke. 

“I mean, who doesn’t wish they were a girl?” He had said. It was one he thought about regularly. And, in fact, it seemed to be pretty funny. Both Jeff and David choked on their drinks and laughed uproariously, while Tyler gave an appreciative chuckle.

After they had calmed down, wiping tears from his eyes, David replied with,

“Well, clearly not me.” and laughed again. Greeted with blank stares from the table besides Jeff, David spoke again.

“Because I’m trans, guys?” Still blank stares. “I was born a girl and transitioned to a guy. So, the joke is really funny?” A pause. “Jeff, did you not mention that part?”

Jeff shook his head. “Nope. Not my place. These guys are great, and I trust them, but that’s not a decision for me to make.”

David raised an eyebrow. “Well, thanks Jeff. Yes, you two. I am trans.”

The conversation moved on, with Tyler continuing the story. But the words were suddenly faint.

Perhaps it was the adrenaline of the night wearing off. Perhaps he had had too much alcohol. But something inside his mind broke.

He gave an excuse about work in the morning, and left quickly. He was too buzzed to drive, and he needed a walk anyway.

~~~

A cool autumn breeze ruffled his hair as he walked, leaves crunching underneath his shoes. The noise of passing cars barely registered as his feet moved by themselves.

Of course, he had heard of trans people. People who were unhappy with the gender they were and became something else. The idea had always been cool, but it was something that other people did. People he didn’t know.

And yet, David was right there. Inexplicably right in front of him, was someone who was born a girl, and threw it all away. Why?

Because he wasn’t a girl. He was a boy.

He stopped. Where had that thought come from?

You, of course. You ignore me most of the time though.

He began walking again. He would not give in now. He would not let the realization of his sorrow change him. He would not let the idea that he could change take root. He would rip it out and destroy…

You can’t run forever.

A memory he had tucked away for so long…

~~~

It is such a pretty dress! All white and frilly! He was at the house of a friend of his mother’s for a playdate with her daughter. She had pulled him up into her room for dress up! There were so many costumes! 

Dresses for princesses, dresses for mermaids. Even a white dress so that she could have a pretend wedding! And they were all so pretty. He wished he could put one on. 

“Why not? I can share.” And share she did. 

He put on the pretty white dress. And it was amazing.

“Do you want to wear a dress like that when you get married?” the playdate asked.

“Yes. Yes!”

~~~

The memory returned in a flood. He could remember it so vividly. They had played for a while. Then, his mother returned, and had informed him that boys don’t wear dresses, especially for their weddings. It hadn’t been said in anger, or concern. It was just how life was.

He stumbled, his head swirling. He found a wall, and slid down to sit. His head hurt, and tears were desperately trying to escape. But he refused to let them. He pressed his palms to his face, trying to find his thoughts.

A lovely smell pierced through. Sugary, fruity, and just a hint of… something. He turned his head to see that he had stopped in an alleyway. At the end was a neon sign that read Velvet Aroma. 

The smell drew him in, and he figured that maybe he needed a few more drinks to bury these thoughts deep once again.

~~~

A small bell rang above her head as she opened the door. It didn’t really look like a bar, more like a cafe. A few tables were scattered about, as well as a bar against one wall. It looked like it had been a busy night, as a number of glasses sat on the tables, though it looked like the other patrons had all left. A single employee seemed to be cleaning up, wearing a simple black vest and white shirt of a bartender.

This employee turned around at the sound of the bell and met her gaze with bright green eyes.

“Welcome to Velvet Aroma. If you would have a seat, I will be with you in a moment.” The voice was melodic, almost like a siren drawing in a mad sailor.

Entranced, she took a seat at the bar. Moments later, the bartender appeared.

“Welcome. My name is Vel, and this is the first rule of Velvet Aroma. No real names. Now, what should I call you?” Vel smiled, and waited.

“No real names? That is an odd rule. I guess call me…”

Sarah.

“Call me Sarah.” She said. Where had that come from?

“Welcome Sarah. What can I get you to drink tonight?” Vel asked, already beginning to shuffle some glasses around.

“A strange smell drew me in. It was sugary, and fruity. And it had something else to it, but I don’t know what. Also, hopefully large amounts of alcohol.” Sarah said, eyeing the fluid movements of her server.

Vel paused. “Ah, that is certainly an interesting choice of beverage you have made for the evening. Right away.”

The next few moments were a blur of movement from Vel, as they grabbed various bottles from the shelf behind them. Fruit was squeezed, though it was so fast that Sarah didn’t catch precisely which ones, and it was all combined into a shaker. Vel shook it three times, then placed a glass in front of Sarah. Carefully, an iridescent green and blue liquid was poured into it, then garnished with a lemon slice.

“This is the Honesty. Enjoy.” Vel bowed, then stepped back and resumed their cleaning.

Sarah’s eyebrows furrowed. A strange name for a strange drink. But it smelled exactly like what had brought her here. She took a sip.

It was delicious. Fruity flavors she could not name danced around her tongue in sweet harmony. She took a longer drink, reveling in the joy of this strange liquid in this stranger bar. She finished it, and set the glass down, gasping for breath. It was a powerful one, and yet, she didn’t taste any alcohol.

She sighed, looking around for Vel to order another one. And nearly fell out of her chair in surprise. 

Sitting right next to her, was a girl in a frilly white dress.

Sarah’s chest began to clench, her throat dry. Her breathing grew ragged, and she felt darkness closing in from the edges of her vision.

“Get it together, Sarah!” The girl in the dress spoke firmly, grabbing Sarah’s hand.

It worked. Sarah felt the room growing still, and her heartbeat calm. She felt her throat

loosen up a little, and shakily asked, “Who… who are you? Where did you come from?”

The girl in the white dress just looked at her with a bemused expression. Then, she chuckled.

“Well, technically I’M Sarah, but I can see that might confuse you. Call me… Frill. As for where I came from, well, I came from you. More specifically, I am you. And you are me.” She inspected her nails, groomed and well taken care of. “It’s actually kind of nice, finally speaking to you face to face like this. Usually, you push me down so deep that I can barely get a word out.”

Sarah swallowed, her throat threatening to close again. “How… this can’t be happening. This isn’t real. I can’t be you. I’m… I’m a guy…” Sarah’s voice trailed off. 

Frill raised an eyebrow. “You can say that all you want. We both know you’re lying. And we can’t move forward until you accept me.”

Sarah froze. Accept her? Accept that she is me? That’s impossible! And yet. It wasn’t. It made sense. Frill had always been there. Watching, waiting. Patient. Sarah had just ignored her. But that couldn’t continue.

Frill suddenly became a little transparent.

“See, I knew you would come around. That wasn’t hard, was it?”

“What’s happening to you?” Sarah asked, suddenly very scared that Frill might leave.

“You are accepting yourself. That was the first step. Knowing that you can’t continue like before,” Frill continued, “I have been here the whole time, you know? I hated seeing you like this. Denying yourself, punishing yourself, hating yourself. You deserve better. We deserve better. It won’t be easy. It will probably be the hardest thing we’ve ever done. But I know that it will make us happier. It’s okay for us to be happy.”

Frill had continued to grow more transparent as she had spoken. She was nearly gone already. Frill leaned in close, her forehead touching Sarah’s.

Tears fell unbidden from Sarah’s eyes. She whispered to the quickly fading form, “What happens now?”

Frill laughed, a beautiful sound Sarah had never heard. “That’s up to you now. I believe in you.” Then Frill was gone.

~~~

The cold night sobered him up quickly. He let out a huge breath, then began to walk with a new purpose. He fished his phone out of his pocket, and saw a message from Jeff.

-Hey, are you okay? You left pretty quick.

He thought for a moment, before replying.

-Yeah, I’m fine. Just needed to think about some things. Do you have David’s number?

~~~

The summer air was finally cooling down, heralding the arrival of autumn. Trivia night had just finished up, and Sarah had decided to take a walk. Her skirt swished around her ankles, the breeze cooling her down. This skirt had been one of her first, and was still a favorite.

The noise of the city was a pleasant background, and she let out a content sigh. It had been an… interesting year. But, even with its ups and downs, she was happy. She still had trivia night, but so much more had filled up her schedule. She had so many things to look forward to every day.

Sarah smiled, unable to contain it. I wish you could see me now. She thought to herself. Then, a familiar scent caught her attention. Wasting no time, she turned down a familiar alley, and found a neon sign buzzing in the night.

A bell jingled above her as she opened the door. The place was exactly as she remembered it. She took a seat at the bar.

“Welcome back.” Vel said. “Will you be having your usual?”

“Yes, please.” She replied. After a few moments, an iridescent green and blue liquid appeared in front of her. Sarah took a long drink.

“Long time no see.” Said a familiar girl in a frilly white dress.

#fiction #short story #short fiction #lgbtq #transgender #nonbinary #coffeeshop #coffee

[fumblingmusings]

does Evelyn or any of your female characters ever struggle with their appearance? especially with the ever-changing beauty standards, "ideal weight", etc.

Ohhhh! That's such a good question! I never really thought about it before, but you are right! See I'm the loser who's like 'everyone is beautiful in their own way~' which I know can be distinctively unhelpful at times in the real world...

But it's interesting for nations, because I love discussions about if they are actually beautiful, or if some genuinely are butt ugly (but in what way if you catch my drift, because then it risks crossing over into tying moral purity with beauty, which is such a lazy trope and a dangerous one too I think). There will also be instances of those with chronic illnesses or injuries which will affect their opinion of themselves, and society's view of them too. I think gender again comes in here. Especially in nations, where female nations are rarer. Gender and beauty standards are sort of inextricably entangled.

I think most nations are, at the very least, interesting to look at. If such a thing is possible without leering like a creep. Plus, as you say, with the changing attitudes to beauty, someone like a female England would be considered somewhat unattractive for most of her history, except for certain periods like the late Victorian/early Edwardian, the 20s (minus the bob), the 60s (mod fashion) and 90s (the horridly names heroin chic comes to mind).

It's tricky though, right? Are they so old that human standards no longer affect them? Or are they so painfully human in this regard where the need to be physically attractive is still something they want? To be wanted? Or is that too vulnerable? Maybe it's more pragmatic, that to be considered beautiful allows them to buy into Beauty = Goodness and therefore give them some kind of leverage since, as female nations, they will lack political power that most of their male counterparts have without a second thought etc etc...

The trap of a misogynistic and patriarchal system is you either play by the rules (and get punished for it), or you reject the rules and go your own path... and get punished for it. So the girls cannot win. I can imagine they all, after so long start to develop really twisted views of their own bodies.

To run through each girl, New Zealand's is twisted up in colonial white understandings of beauty which is juxtaposed with the Māori, so then how do you marry those two up? Should she? Then in South East Asia I can imagine Vietnam worked super hard at this. To train herself out of worrying about the tone of her skin, and how her hair should behave, or if she has too many muscles and isn't 'soft' enough. She will rock up in a t-shirt and shorts, and that's enough. She's more than enough. Moving further north, Taiwan elects to go with being cute over being beautiful because those are parameters that she can control. Cute could be considered a female driven standard. I may be mis-remembering, but there's several trends in East Asian fashion (the Japanese Lolita comes to mind) which are born around being as visually unappealing to men, but as visually appealing to women as possible. I think Taiwan may take that approach.

Zipping over to Europe...

The fact the Belgium is literally described as being plain by Hima (which... okay) means to me she that, if she doesn't stand out against a crowd, she learned how to be the centre of attention through her personality and charm. She dresses practically and plainly maybe because she is not interested in being the centre of attention. She believes her personality and her relations will carry her through. Czechia slams right into tomboyishness, perhaps thinking of how she is surrounded by boys, ergo, she has to be one of the boys to get through it. And maybe she's totally fine with that? Maybe her gender and perception of self is really fluid and she is whatever she fancies being at that moment. But not to the point where being called cute by Slovakia doesn't completely throws her for a loop still. Though that may be just from never being on the receiving end of a compliment rather than it jarring with her presentation and perception of self... could be both?

And of course Hungary has her own gender and self perception journey and I can imagine she had a wild time of it when the realisation of what was going on actually hit. I don't know what I think a cis character realising they're cis and being totally fine about it at the end of the day would look like but... well that's Hungary. She seems very content with herself. I like to think it was not just a simple conversation and all is well. I like to think there was a lot of conversations and thinking and testing the waters until she got where she is today.

For a long time, the European standard was high forehead, long neck, small shoulders, small waist but noticeable stomach and hips. Pear shaped? Them birthing hips. Then, in addition, the 'usual' for Western Northern Europe (which is still in effect in many places) is blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. Red hair is bad, freckles are bad. All the Atlantic Archipelago nations have freckles. But I think maybe say Ireland gets the body shape but England gets the colouration (until she starts to turn grey - English Roses require pink noses cheeks and ears and she's half blue at points so...) but neither sister checks each box in turn.

Evelyn has always been small - short and skinny even in her "good" years, but she, for most of the fic, is positively skeletal. Sunken big eyes, small mouth, and a sharp nose and ears. I had a comment telling me I missed the bird comparisons (Eva Avis) but yeah, she's a small robin bird. Territorial to boot. Like, Arthur has increasingly over the years been depicted as incredibly fey and scrawny. I was lazy and did the same with the female!

In the fic, Evelyn is desperate to be wanted. If she can't be a romantic partner for someone, if she can't be desired in that way, she'll take the other route, that of motherhood, which is a role that doesn't take your worth from your appearance. I didn't really talk about how she views herself - if she thinks she is pretty or beautiful or if she's ugly or if it never really crosses her mind at all - but I think maybe it's her lack of health that is what eats at her. So she sticks to what she knows. She wears beautiful dresses when she needs to because she likes beautiful things, but also restricts in what materials she goes for to prove a point to no-one except herself. Otherwise loose and comfy is what she goes for. She doesn't like people touching her hair, and she never cuts it for reasons that I have not yet decided on. She likes to wear pearls because they're a metaphor for empire in the fic and the fact that to have a pearl is to murder the creature that gave you such beauty and the reason she never wears them around Ludwig is because she can't hold leverage over him no wait

Anyway. I think maybe most nations, as time passes, as they grow slowly, as they retain wounds and scars from damage to their land and bodies... health is what becomes the most important. For most of history, flushed cheeks and ears, bright eyes, shining hair and clean teeth are signs of beauty. Health, I think matters most. Which is why when nations are struggling, especially the female ones, it can get quite difficult for them. As I said at the start, it is an easy but lazy trope to tie health with value and beauty, especially in the centuries where a person's value was determined by their usefulness, but that doesn't stop people for believing it over the millennia. You have to take a cleaver to it, separate them into distinct spheres.

#It's just all a honk of confusion isn't it? beauty and health and gender and self worth #hetalia #q&a #fanfic ask #i hope this makes sense I think I worded some of this poorly

[eatrun]

tried so long to hold off on this muse but i am a case study in failing miserably sooo hiii andy (21+ she/her) again here with cho yoonsu aka the carter baizen rewrite i deserve. rich kid turned rogue, bad boy gone worse. living a trust fund baby lifestyle without the trust fund. info + wanted connections under the cut. send a dm or leave a like if you want to plot ! !

hate the player, hate the game

name cho yoonsu / nickname yoonsu, yoon, high roller (gg) / age twenty5 / pronouns he/him / gender cis man / birthchart pisces sun sagittarius moon leo rising / orientation bisexual / personality intuitive observant curious enthusiastic determined thrill-seeker craves intensity blunt selfish impatient materialistic / faceclaim kai/kim jongin

trigger warnings drugs and gambling addiction / gossip girl scandal sold cocaine to his classmates but everyone eventually caught on and found out it was crushed up vitamin c / special skills lying getting on peoples nerves being annoying jk he's a good tennis player (played varsity through high school n college, ranked nationally, could've gone pro if he really tried), beast at poker (urban legend says he actually invented strip poker) / style usually dressed in streetwear, lots of loose ripped jeans beanies etc, sometimes you might catch him with the occasional brow barbell or lip ring since his face is pierced but right now he has them taken out, abstract line tattoo / trivia got a tongue piercing in high school and has had it in/out a few times in his life (as of now, he has had it out for half a decade), barely has a social media presence mostly because he doesn't understand how to use the apps

more about his personality astrology heaux coming thru choo choo i've given this a not normal amount of thought bear with me idk the rest of his birth chart but ! i do know its all air signs (aquarius gemini libra) meaning he's restless, needs to be constantly mentally stimulated, prone to overindulging his fantasies and is a charismatic communicator (thus, con artist). though when it comes to matters of moral obligation and authority aka the planet saturn, a capricorn, meaning he will get down n dirty in the name of securing the bag and he likes to take control and take care of the people around him. however he's still a deeply selfish person—while he might take care of his friends or defend those he cares about, he will never put anyone above himself. if a solution will solve a problem for him, without thinking of who it will hurt or the effect it will have on the people around him, he will do it.

either way, the house always wins

seoul born and bred. the cho's designed half the seoul skyline.

mischievous trouble maker since birth. he was constantly bored out of his mind at school, so he spearheaded many pranks on fellow students and teachers.

studied in an exclusive school for boys near gyeonggi. his family had to constantly donate so much money to the school to make up for his antics that they have an entire building to their name.

skipped third grade but repeated seventh grade.

by the time he reached high school, already had a master prankster and legendary party thrower reputation that made him popular with fellow students but infamous among teachers.

pranks were mostly innocuous and everyone was on the fence about whether he could actually hurt someone or if he was just playing harmless games uppp until he started selling cocaine to his fellow high school students.

gossip girl eventually dropped an exposé about his fakecaine business. it was polarizing—some people found it genius and funny, others had parents calling for his expulsion at pta meetings. one thing for sure is that he has never lived it down and people seem to remember it every time they look at him.

absentee parents came down on him pretty hard for it but didn't really punish him to any real extent. for the most part, they were just glad he wasn't involved in gossipgate. gets on with a slap on the wrist, graduates and goes on to be an archaeology and art history major in korea university.

lands a few gossip girl headlines about reckless spending and credit cards getting declined. most of the stories are about him gambling and one post even said he lived in the lobby of a casino in macau for an entire month completely stoned the entire time. all this earns him the nickname high roller, but no posts were truly noteworthy or shocking. breaking news rich kid spends money. fork found in kitchen. who cares?

virtually drops off the face of the earth almost immediately after graduating college in 2018. wild rumors fly but the general gg-approved consensus is that he went rogue, disowned his family, exchanged his trust fund for a fanny pack and traveled the world, filming his charitable excursions with a hand cam. it's the most exciting version of the truth anyway. the only true trace of him is his name in the credits of an awarded indie documentary about climate change that came out in 2021.

no one hears anything about him until gg returns and shortly after, informs everyone that he has been back in seoul since early 2022. all sorts of rumors go around. no one really knows why he's back.

wanted connections

he claims he returned because your muse's family took him on as an exclusive private curator, organizing the search and delivery of rare artifacts and collectibles your family wants in their private collection. but is the truth really that innocent? also he's lowkey squatting at your muse's family's house or in one of their properties or something. needs further plotting, potentially involves this family dealing in shady business.

maybe the real reason he came back to seoul is money, or maybe the truth is less complicated. maybe he missed your muse. romance plot, needs further plotting.

your muse's family hates him because it's a closely guarded secret that he abandoned your muse/'s cousin at the altar in 2020 after your family paid off all his debt. whether or not your muse is on the hate train, we can plot!

don't tell anyone because no one knows but the real reason he's back is because he ran out of money and he wants access to his trust fund again and he's trying to get back into his family's good graces. your muse maybe starts to suspect it after they see him very out of character in a monkey suit at the family company, hair slicked back and all cleaned up and driving a 2023 mustang. potential enemies or frenemies or blackmail plot.

people who bought his contraband in hs sorry

someone who got seriously hurt (whether physically emotionally etc) by one of his pranks in the past and has held a grudge against him since but he has no idea

arch enemy plot someone who hates him because they think he's a dangerous hypocrite and a nasty liar and painfully pretentious. he says shit like "money doesn't buy you freedom, it pays for your prison" and i just need someone to tell him money isnt prison, prison is prison. in turn, yoonsu hates them back because they get in the way of his business or maybe they know something they shouldn't or are dangerously close to knowing. further plotting!

found family/close friend plot. someone who truly cares for him and sees through his bs and wants him to settle down and get help. the only one who takes his gambling addiction seriously.

he thinks your muse is an easy target so reels them into a high stakes poker game where he's in on a scheme with the rest of the table n cons your muse out of their money or a precious family heirloom or something!

yoonsu and your muse don't talk anymore so why are they still wearing the promise rings they gave each other when they were kids ? gossip girl has noticed. potential romance potential angst/hurt/comfort further plotting needed

from trust fund baby to sugar baby real quickk sugar mommy/daddy plot and i'm not even joking because he is living a rich kid lifestyle without the rich kid bank account so SOMEONE has to pay for it

he has been really into film in the past few years and involved in documentaries n film projects so artsy film buddies or something

friends close friends exes flings hookups fwbs enemieswbs let's plot

#xoxo.intro #has he asked you to call him rover ? coincidentally is he coming over ? you might be entitled to financial compensation !

[sakamaki--perfect]

Reiji like a sexy seme please please pleaseeee

Admin: Thank you for asking this awhhh! And so sorry this took so long. More than a month perhaps- but here it is! Also inspired by the thread with Quinn (@unfathomablebeings) if you look forwards to this kind of Reiji, refer to that interaction~

He's that kind of seme that will give e v e r y t h i n g his partner needs.

Yes, need. Not want. He might fulfill some of the wants that is pretty not-so-useless. But he won't give you all allowance.

He will have control over your life, as well. Decision makings will be on him. Though this isn't too healthy, he can't help but wish the best for you.

Although with males, he has some difference in treatments compared to women.

Like, the way you have soft yet sharp features. Not in a feminine way, but it stirs some interest in him. Such beautiful person/creature.

He just wants to trap you in his arms and study your body throughoutly. All parts of your body that can be used against youー

He would be confused at first because this is too..... unnatural for him.

Liking another male? He thought it was the care he had for them like he does for his brothers....

But it wasn't it. It wasn't just care, there was something else. There was want.

He wants to see every important decision you make and see you mess it up (or not) only for you to fix it or to ask him for help.

He wants to test your intelligence, debate with you, ponder with you, win over you, and maybe lose to you. But only to you.

He wants to believe that you are his light but as well as the darkness that will be the end of him.

Or perhaps just the balance he needed. He could see it in your eyes, he can't tell what it is but he wants you to be his.

It may be even more challenging than getting women and ladies, that riles him up even more. He wants to lure you into his trapー

But once you are in his possession, there's no returning.

He will be still as harsh with his disciplines. But mostly for his own satisfaction, not for public appearance like he does with females. He's not too demanding with it.

He can let his guard down around you more than he can with women. He can be more vulnerable, at times.

He'll be teasing just enough that it would leave you wondering what will he do nextー

He switches around the way he bites just to get various reactions from you. Which all of them are extremely cute.

He loves seeing you dressed in his clothes. They are ill-fitting but it gives him an illusion that no one will approach you like this: protected by him.

He will boldly hold hands and hug in public. Who is there to care anyways? Sooner or later, they will have to accept.

As a vampire, there wasn't any rule of not dating the same gender although the adam and eve project is purely for reproduction of a new race.

That's what he learnt throughout his days of studying, anyways.

When he finally have the resolve to reveal the relationship to his father ーas his brothers might've already know from the.... incidentsー he prepared for everything.

Hoping that the vampire king would've accept the relationship and bless themー his father values human cultures, anyways.

Whether he approves or not, he has already made plans. For both scenarios.

After all, he won't ever let you go. Not until death threaten their love. Even then, he will use his privileges as a vampire prince: make you into an immortal.

He accepts nothing other than happy ending.

“You.... You are an odd one. Making me feel this way. Making me feel, at all. You must take responsibility of these feelings. I'm not letting go of you”

#reiji sakamaki #sakamaki reiji #diabolik lovers #ask #sakamaki--perfect #dryams03 #headcanon #headcanons #𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼

[strawhatsoraya]

🌴🌞Chasing Summer🌴🌞 - A Milestone Event

this moment came sooner than i planned! i never expected more than a few followers for this little trashy fanfiction blog, so 104 is more than a tired caribbean girl like me could expect. thank you everyone who has read a fic (or two or three), given a little heart away, or reblogged. thank you thank you thank you! although im sure all writers can agree we write because we want to share stories, knowing that someone out there enjoys little pieces of our minds bring its own brand of joy.

let me not prattle on for too long--i present to my followers 🌴🌞 Chasing Summer🌴🌞 a 100 follower event! i'll be writing drabbles & ficlets/scenarios for the following fandoms: Bleach, JJK, One piece and Obey Me!

i have been meaning to write Obey Me! fanfic and i guess now would be a good a time as any.

please make sure to check out my rules before you request. all rules still apply.

i have compiled a group of prompts to pick from, after racking my brain for some kind of theme that i wanted to do. i have gone with a "cliché trope/au" theme. the categories for this one are: cliché romance trope/au, one liners, three word prompts, genre and july prompts (credit: deity-prompts). please choose one cliche trope/au, and either one prompt from the one liners, three word prompts or july prompts, and of course your preferred genre.

if you have a character and a trope in mind but can't pick a prompt that's fine, just let me know if you want me to choose for you.

example: "hey! i wonder if can request ❀ fluff megumi with Fairytale AU with three word prompt: time, mouse, clock"

the event will run from 07/08/22 until 08/31/22.

current status: open

a set of rules

i. please choose only one character per request. i won't be able to write multiple characters at my pace of writing but feel free to request again once i have completed your request. ii. if you want to request again that is absolutely fine but consider giving different characters a chance! iii. please let me know if you have a preferred gender in mind, or if there are particular things you don't want to be written iv. i'm not writing smut for underage characters. v. naturally, most of my work is not meant for minors so minors please don't interact.

now let's go go! enjoy the summer heat~~🌞

genre:

❀ fluff

💔 angst

👄 smut

Cliche Romance AU Tropes:

Coffee Shop AU

Arranged Marriage

Accidental Pregnancy

Person A has amnesia, so Person B takes them in

Secret vigilante/hero AU

Athlete/Sports AU

Meeting at a best friend’s wedding 

Billionaire CEO love interest type romance

Blackmail 

Office Enemies to Rivals to Lovers AU

Older female love interest, younger male love interest

Fairytale AU

Fake Engagement

Fling/One Night Stand that turns complicated

Friends to Lovers

Forbidden Love (NOT INCEST)

Classic Love Triangle

Maid Romance AU

Marriage of Mutual Convenience AU

Matchmaker gets struck by cupid AU

December/Winter Love

Summer Love

Mistaken Identity

Opposites Attract

Playboy Falls Hard for the one person who doesn’t want him trope

Protector/Bodyguard Trope

Revenge but love gets in the way trope

Royalty AU

Runaway Bride/Groom

Secret/Lost Heir

Secret Billionaire

Time Travel AU

Soulmates AU

Slow Burn

Unrequited Love

Widow(er)

One Liners:

They had to make sure that none of their colleagues noticed

They'd only been apart for a week and already he had a new lover hanging off his arm

She had no intention of choosing sides until she was sure who was going to win

He was older than she'd thought he would be

He hadn't seen the old man since

When her father was drunk, he'd say 'I used to have a brother, you know', and get a faraway look in his eyes

With her faded dress and worn shoes, she knew she couldn't go

The horse came back alone

Why shouldn't they help themselves, after the way they'd been treated?

The pen hadn't been worth stealing

She will be the darkness in my life.

All the fallen gods were laughing.

Justice is a woman.

To save his own life, he would have to kill

There was a strange wailing sound coming from the next room

Three words prompts:

Leg, telephone, social

Fashionable, leader, sleep

Letter, sickness, recovery

Dorm, infect, slap

Worm, theater, situation

Bench, combination, bang

Confine, experienced, civilization

Silence, child, equip

Treat, clock, smoke

Dismiss, potential, deny

Patience, money, dice

chaos bridge cake 

anxiety necklace locket 

intimacy water pencil 

calm fruit river 

July Prompts (by deity-prompts):

Breaking control 

 Miniature acts of rebellion 

 “I give the orders here, not you.”

 An impending storm 

 “You move with such grace. It’s . . . mesmerizing.”

 “You think that’s crazy? I’ll show you crazy.”

 Profit 

 Intimate

 Deadlines 

 Nicotine patch 

 “Those colors don’t match.” 

 Impatience 

 Called at the last minute 

 “I don’t know why I work for them.”

 A spare outfit

 “It’s been hurting for a while, I think it’s serious.”

 “Would you really betray me again?” “Do you really want me to answer that?”

 Stained gloves 

 The smell of disinfectant 

 A rigged contest 

 Cliffhanger 

 “You won’t notice it on camera.”

 Allergies 

 Curling irons 

 Stress ball

 “I hate the taste of salt water.”

 Confetti 

 A true rumor 

 “Since when have we used code names?”

 Unpacking 

 An unsent postcard

#100 follower event: chasing summer #fic prompts #bleach fanfiction #jjk fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #obey me fanfiction

[moonndust]

gonna put out my honest thoughts about my current progress in fire emblem engage bc i need to talk about how silly this game is

i’m only at chapter 7-8 btw and i’ve already spoiled myself half of the plot

i couldn’t choose between f!alear or m!alear bc their designs were.. something. i chose f!alear for my first run since i did the “same ingame gender as irl gender” thing (and it was an entire tradition for me at some point).

didn’t even reach chapter 6 and f!alear’s design was too much for me. i liked seeing her in a ponytail tho but i was not gonne be patient enough to change her class JUST for the ponytail. like girlie ik ur the divine dragon n shit but atleast try to not get your long ass hair pulled midway in battle.

and wtf is your armor??? you have individual boob cups for what?? your entire outfit does not look an ounce comfortable and yet you still slept in that shit. the short ass skirt too?? the stocking things??? there are like 10 design atrocities and i could even name more (and that’s just on a scale of practicality)

made a new save file and chose m!alear bc i was getting tired of f!alear’s entire armor outfit. ngl i preferred playing as m!alear bc he felt a lot more comfortable playing as an mc. but his entire victorian child fit wasn’t the best but it was more practical than the boob cups.

still mad there’s no unisex mcs.

anyways the prologue was kinda funny. our ass just wakes up and suddenly the world is in shambles bc some salty ass kingdom made sombron become the second coming of jesus christ.

queen lumera only had like.. 2 seconds of screentime until the ultimate mentor/parent death trope scene bc dead parental figures are a must for fire emblem mcs (unless ur sigurd and become the dead parent)

the firene siblings appeared. albert is precious and céline is lowkey on thin ice because of that damned outfit. like maybe wear something more practical in battle other than easy hair pulling and frilly dress?? (i know i can change her class but i’m a lazy bum). im still currently trying to know my way around albert’s skill set but he’s a good unit atm.

the twins are splendid little creatures. clanne got too many mvps and is still on the mvp streak ever since i paired him with celica (i abused warp ragnarok too many times). framme is just there for moral support and actual healing support.

vander’s lvl 1 grandpa ass was actually doing decent damage comapred to lvl 6 alear. you don’t know how many times vander had to come in clutch when alear was 3 hp away from evaporating.

i paired albert w/ sigurd and clanne w/ celica. that shit was game changing. i revoked céline’s emblem privileges for no reason. i just gave celica to clanne since he technically did more damage. he is like low tier but he’s my biggest carry atm. how the turns have tabled.

i changed alcryst’s class to tireur d’élite the second i got his lvl 10 ass. i’m pretty sure he might be my strongest unit atm (lvl wise).

idk who i should pair micaiah with so i just let her stay with yunaka. i never rlly used micaiah’s abilities for healing but i only used her to widen yunaka’s range w/ magic if she needed to chip in some damage to an enemy.

i always get tired at like the 7th turn in every battle and I just abuse celica’s warp ragnarok to beat up that one enemy to win the battle. somehow clanne still deals big damage w/o the engage boosts.

listen i have no clue what they fed the stewards but i am now afraid of them with my every being.

jean and anna r just there. jean doesn’t do shit bc i alr have framme. ik that jean might be decently better than framme but i don’t want his lvl 1 ass dying every single time. anna is a pretty good backup for chain attacks actually. but everytime i see her i get reminded of her commander version from heroes (bc it was my first fe game)

i spent the good majority of my bond fragments on arena emblem bonds w/ my current lineup bc i gotta get those big boi skills n shit. i also watched my units kill each other bc ig that’s a thing now. (i witnessed alcryst beat the shit out of céline)

sommie is a silly little fart.

still waiting on the day i get lucina’s emblem. i want to witness a gang fight.

outside of all the cutscenes, the game has the animation budget of 2 dollars.

i feel like i should make a seperate post on fe13 design atrocities and impracticalities (im bad at character design)

#－★．moonndust #fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fire emblem alear #fire emblem framme #fire emblem clanne #fire emblem alfred #fire emblem celica #fire emblem celine #fire emblem marth #fire emblem sigurd #fire emblem vander #fire emblem lumera #fire emblem yunaka #fire emblem micaiah #fire emblem alcryst #fire emblem seadall #fire emblem kagetsu #fire emblem jean #fire emblem anna #moon gets her shit wrecked in engage