#and then also insisted she use male pronouns for you??? lol!!!!!

[gir-posting]

reminiscing on old gender euphoria moments is so much fun and also hilarious its like looking back on heavy-handed foreshadowing in a story

#like gee mr gir isnt it funny how every single time you tried to cosplay a girl you thought it looked like shit? #but then never had that problem even once with the many male characters you cosplayed? haha! #and then kept getting upset every time you got she/her'd in costume? lol!!! musta been nothing. musta been the wind #oh oh mr gir mr gir remember when you impromptu put on an L death note cosplay #and impromptu asked ur mom to take you to starbucks at 10 pm. for some reason #and then also insisted she use male pronouns for you??? lol!!!!! #OH OH and THEN when your egg cracked WIDE OPEN because you were reenacting with your dad in a kilt

[aroarachnid]

"but if it were me, I'd really wanna be, a giant woman"

stevens relationship with gender is so fascinating to me. his entire diamond days arc is a clear trans allegory, but more specifically reads as a transmasc allegory, what with everyone reffering to him as "rose" or "pink" and feminine terms despite his repeated insistence that he is *steven*. and yet he never actually corrects anyone when they use she/her. he only corrects his name. this was pointed out in the tags of that one post youve probably seen:

this post doesnt show it, but steven is delighted when blue said this. obviously you can read this as steven being glad that shes making an effort, even if incorrect, and is just choosing to let the wrong pronouns slide. but its never explicitly stated. and like i said, he never corrects she/her, he only corrects his name. although it is interesting that, by the time the movie rolls around, the diamonds have switched to he/him.

its also interesting to mention how excited he was to put on pink diamonds outfit, and also how quickly he took it off once he got the chance.

of course stevens relationship with his mother and his identity issues are going to play a big part in how he percieves his gender, given that for a large chunk of the show he actually belived they were the same person, at least to some extent. ("im my mom and my sister?! what kind of magical destiny is this?!). how would you define your "agab" when half your family is telling you that you are a centuries old alien called rose/pink who has no sex and used she/her? not to mention all of the various gender identities and pronouns his fusions have.

thats not even getting started on how the gems percieve gender, which is to say, they generally don't. gems are sexless beings and their society has no concept of gender, although after spending a long time on earth im sure the crystal gems have a better understanding (i actually could talk about the gems relation to human gender a lot more but ill save that for another time). for steven, a child raised by gems for a good chunk of his childhood- who use feminine terms as a default-i can see how that would lead to some interesting perceptions on gender presentation.

thats not even getting into stevens gender noncomformity. and while gender presentation doesnt necessarily have anything to do with your gender identity, its interesting to note and i just think its really cool that a male protagonist is so unapologetically feminine

also i could talk for days about connie and stevens knight/princess dynamic, and how it parallels pearl and roses, but in a healthier way that nips the whole "obssesive self sacrifice" thing in the (rose) bud as soon as steven notices it. but then id have to talk about pearl and then wed be here all day lol

so yeah, stevens relationship with gender fascinates me. I mean, does the concept of "cisgender" even apply in the way we usually mean it to, given stevens unique experiences?

#ash rambles #thinkibgggg #su #steven universe #steven quartz universe #steven universe meta #connie maheswaran

[msgexymunson]

Please, Say My Name

Virgin!Eddie x Experienced!Fem!Reader

Description: Eddie's obsessed with his older neighbour. When a black out happens, he feels the need to check on her, and finds out his obsession may not be one sided.

A/N: I may or may not be projecting here, 30s reader and all. This was a challenge for me, writing from Eddie's POV (I've never experienced a male orgasm, I'm just guessing haha,) I love a cocky Eddie but cannon I think Eddie is a virgin, so I feel this is the partner he had to make him like he is in all these fan fics lol (maybe why he has so many pet names for girls?) Excuse my British ass for any American idioms that are wrong. Also I feel like reader's slightly southern?

Warnings: sexual tension, reader uses she/her pronouns, reader in her 30s, reference to curves not size, all manner of pet names (sweetheart to reader, all sorts to Eddie, tiger, champ, hot shot, sugar, honey lmao) NSFW, Minors DNI, I will feed you to the wolves, M! Masturbation, voyeurism, perv! Eddie, M! Oral receiving, nipple play, F! Fingering, protected sex (wrap it boys and gals)

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Jesus H. Christ she's gonna kill me.

Tiny shorts riding up your ass, sporting a bikini top and bare feet. Bending down, he watches you reaching into the laundry basket. Shorts so tight he can nearly see the outline of your cunt. Standing upright, tits threatening to spill out of your top, the shape of your nipples peeking through the fabric. Stretching up, hanging clothes on the line. Bending again.

Eddie's been staring out the window of his trailer, spying through the makeshift curtains into your yard for the past twenty minutes, utterly transfixed by you, fisting his cock lazily. A bead of pre cum dribbles from the tip of his dick down to his fingers. It mingles with the spit already in his palm. He knows he shouldn't but he can't help it, your more mature frame burned into his eyelids. It has been for a while now.

He knows you're in your thirties, at least ten years older than him, but he can't help it. Every movement you make is sensual. He watches your hips rock every time you move to hang your clothes.

When you moved in a couple of months ago, Eddie was laying smoking pot in his room when Wayne had knocked on his door.

"Boy, a new neighbour's moving in next door. You best offer to help her."

Knowing his uncle meant business whenever he called him 'boy', he wandered over to offer his help, and was faced with you. You were wearing some skin tight leggings and a crop top, curves on full display, wrestling with a TV, trying to manoeuvre it into your trailer.

"Hey, need a hand?"

You had jumped at the sudden offer, turned round and saw this sweet looking, messy haired young boy staring at you.

"Well thanks champ, real kind of you." You smiled at him, placing the TV on the floor. He had eyeballed you from top to toe smirking, then grabbed the TV and lifted it like it was nothing.

"In the living room, tiger," you had said at his back, watching his shoulder muscles.

Placing the tv with a small thud, he held his palm out to you.

"I'm Eddie, Eddie Munson."

You placed your manicured hand in his and shook it.

"Well I'm y/n y/l/n, pleasure to meet you sugar." Your voice all honey and cinnamon, you winked at him. Eddie's throat almost shrivelled up at that wink, mouth suddenly dry.

Eddie had moved most of your furniture that day. Not because you were unable, but because he had insisted. You were perfectly happy to allow him, watching that slender frame start to sweat, straining to move some of the heavier items. He was certainly good to look at. Eddie stole glances at you all day, mesmerised by the way you move.

Since then, Eddie had helped you a few times. Needed something from the store? Eddie would jump at the chance. TV aerial playing up again? Eddie was around in a heartbeat fixing it for you. Shitty car broken down? Eddie's sprinting over, offering you a ride.

When he found out you were working as a waitress at the nearby diner he'd make any excuse to visit. He would sit there, attempting to write notes on his next D&D campaign, drinking coffee he didn't enjoy as he thought you wouldn't take him seriously if he bought a milkshake. You would laugh at his little jokes, touch him on his arm, and call him all manner of pet names. He was smitten.

Now, you were a waitress. You flirted with everyone. Hell, your living is mostly based off of tips, Eddie understood that. But it felt like something extra when you flirted with him. Sometimes your hand would linger a little longer on his. He's sure he's never seen you winking at anyone else. When you reached over to refill his cup once and practically paraded your cleavage in front of his face Eddie thought he would spontaneously combust.

As you finish hanging up the washing, you take a moment to stretch your arms, then walk inside. Eddie's shoulders visibly deflate, wanting to finish what he had started.

After a minute you return with something in your hand, making your way over to your lawn chair. You slip your shorts off exposing your skimpy bikini bottoms and Eddie groans loudly, picking up the pace of his languid strokes. Running your fingers under the tie sides you pulled them further up your hips, the material gathering slightly at your ass. Eddie is sweating, watching your every move, tightening his grip on his cock.

Laying down, you open your palm; it was sun lotion that you had carried from inside. When you shake some out of the bottle and proceed to rub it casually onto the tops of your breasts Eddie chokes on a cry, fucking his fist faster, spraying his cum all over his hand.

He knows he shouldn't have, and he knows he should clean himself up and snap out of it, but you're still rubbing lotion in your skin, manicured hands stroking all over your body, he's utterly enthralled, and he's already getting hard again. Fuck.

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A couple of weeks later Eddie's getting ready for a blind date that Gareth twisted his arm into attending. He truly hates set ups, but he made a promise and that's that. Fussing with his hair, he slings on a burgundy button down shirt, paired with his usual black jeans and combat boots. Deciding to do without his jacket since it's been hot as hell these last few weeks, he stuffs his cigarettes into his pocket and makes his way outside.

Hearing a wolf whistle he turns around, confused. You're sitting in your lawn chair, smoking a cigarette, enjoying the balmy air, wearing nothing but sleep shorts and a tank top.

"Well hey handsome, where you off to?" You call over. Eddie steps closer, drawn to you, hands in his back pockets.

"Just some blind date, nothin' special." He shrugs.

"A date huh? Well come here, let me take a proper look at you."

Eddie swallows and hesitantly steps forward.

"Turn around." He's obeying before he even knows what's happening, turning on the spot, arms open.

"Hmmm," you say, standing up directly in front of him, impossibly close. Eddie can smell your musky, sweet perfume, and is desperately trying to control the blush that he knows is begging to crawl over his cheeks.

You reach out with your painted fingernails and touch his chest. Eddie's sure his heart stops beating for a second. Staring at his chest, you pop open one of his shirt buttons, and then another, exposing his guitar pick necklace. Eddie's stopped breathing, mouth hanging open. The bulge in his jeans is starting to become noticeable.

You look up and smile.

"There, that's better." You pat his chest, hand lingering for a moment.

"B-better?" Eddie stammers out.

"Yeah, a real stud." You lean towards him, tilting your head upwards to whisper in his ear. "I mean, I would."

Eddie can feel his blood rushing all the way to the roots of his hair. He's speechless.

You turn away from him, putting your cigarette out. Walking towards your trailer you call over your shoulder. "Go get 'em, tiger."

Flabbergasted, Eddie can only stare at you, eyes never leaving your back until your door closes.

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Well, that was a complete waste of my time.

Eddie's pissed. He had waited for over an hour but his date never showed. Driving back to the trailer park in his van, metal blasting from the speakers despite the late hour, he pulled up outside his home. Wayne's car was gone, he must have left for work already.

Storming into the trailer, he was angry, not just at the date but at himself. What if she did turn up, took one look at him and left? He really didn't need some mystery girl making him feel inadequate, he did that well enough himself.

Sighing, he threw his van keys haphazardly on the table and turned on the light switch. Nothing happened. He tried again. Then he tried the TV. Nothing.

"Well, shit." He said to the darkness.

Stepping back out the front door he looked around the trailer park. Pitch black. In his anger he hadn't even noticed. His eyes were inexplicably pulled to your trailer. He thought he could see a dim flickering light through the blinds.

He could knock. A concerned neighbour, just checking in on her because of the black out.

I wonder if she's still wearing those little shorts.

He took a deep breath and strode over, climbing the steps to your front door. Fuck, what do I say?

Too late, his hand was already rapping on the door. Silence for a moment.

"Who is it?" Your voice rang out.

"It's Eddie, just checking on you" when the fuck did my voice get so squeaky, Jesus.

He heard the sound of security chains clanking and the latch clicking softly. Then there you were in your tiny pyjamas, bathed in candlelight, your hair loose around your shoulders. Eddie thought you looked like you had wandered in from a story, a dream.

"Well hey you. You're back early. How'd the date go?" You tilted your head at him, eyes shining.

"It er, didn't. She blew me off."

"Well, she don't know what's she's missing. Wanna come in?" You gesture to the old chintz couch that he had helped you move in months before. A coffee table he doesn't recognise sits in front of it with three fat lit candles. Eddie nods eagerly and moves inside whilst you lock the door again.

You move over to an old wooden sideboard, a further collection of candles sitting there, and pour yourself a bourbon.

"You want one?"

"Yeah sure."

You pour another, grabbing some ice from the ice box and put a couple of cubes in each glass. You go to hand one to him. When he reaches out to grab it you pull it back suddenly.

"Hang on a minute big guy, how old are you?" You screw your eyebrows, examining his face.

"I turn 21 in like 3 weeks!" Eddie protested.

"Ah, another way to say your 20. Hmmm. Well you're lucky I already poured it, hot shot. Here you go. One drink mind. Don't wanna get you into trouble." You giggle, face slightly flushed. Eddie definitely believes this isn't your first drink of evening.

Sitting on the couch you cross your legs, shorts riding high up your thigh. You look into Eddie's eyes, smiling at him from the corner of your mouth.

"So, came to check on lil old me?"

"Well yeah, wanted to make sure you were ok."

"You're always checking on me ain't ya sugar. Always." You reach over and squeeze his knee.

Eddie nearly chokes taking a sip of the bourbon but tries to disguise it as a cough. The touch of your hand on his leg is all consuming.

"Well, yeah, I mean you're on your own over here. I just wanted to make sure you're safe."

"Well ain't you a slice of cutie pie." You stand up, "I'm just gonna powder my nose honey." Walking off you make your way to the bathroom, hips swaying.

Eddie takes the opportunity to look around the room, perusing the photos on the walls as best he can in the dim light. A framed picture over the sideboard stops him in his tracks. He stares at it in disbelief.

You return, taking your drink off the side board and having a sip.

"You- do you know Deep Purple??" Eddie exclaims, pointing at the photo.

"Ha, yeah a little. I mean, I knew a lot of bands back in the day. Only groupie to end up with a roadie I swear." You chuckle to yourself, making your way to the couch.

Groupie??

"Oh, I didn't know you were seeing anyone." Eddie shrinks down, perching on the edge of the couch.

"Not any more. Why do you think I ended up here? Half my stuff is still with that moron. I swear I have better taste in furniture than this junk" You shrug, tipping back your drink.

"Oh. I'm sorry sweetheart." Eddie moves on instinct, reaching out to stroke your hand in comfort.

"You don't have a single thing to be sorry for kid, don't worry about it."

Eddie feels a sudden spark of bravery. He's never gotten you to open up before about your own life.

"You know, I'm in a band." He sips his drink, trying not to cough.

"Oh really, I'm not surprised. You look like a musician." Running your hand up and down his thigh. Fuck, is she for real? Eddie can't help trembling slightly. "too nice to be one though."

"Hey, I can be a gentleman and a guitarist. Why not?" Eddie puffs out his chest and daringly reaches to touch you on the cheek. You grab his hand before it can even make contact.

"Look, you're a nice boy. I'm not gonna lie, you're hot as sin, but I'm not sure I wanna be the one to mess with that 'knight in shining armor' shit you've got going on, okay champ?" You pull his hand from your face, but you don't let go. Slender fingers tracing patterns on his rings.

She thinks you're hot as sin.

"Do you think I'm too young for you?" Eddie's voice quavers, but he's dragging your hands to his mouth, settling kisses to your fingers, lapping at the tips of your manicured fingers with his tongue.

"Fuck," distracted for a moment, "I never said that, I just, don't think I should be the one to mess with you first is all."

Eddie's cheeks burn red.

"Is it that obvious?" He looks down, releasing your hands, unable to meet your gaze. Humiliation weighs on his chest.

"Oh honey, don't feel bad, I read people for a living." You smile softly at him.

"Maybe I," Eddie begins, brown doe eyes seeking yours, "maybe I want you to be first. I mean, I might not know what I'm doing," Eddie half hides behind his hair at that, "but I want to. Maybe you could, teach me, you know?"

You laugh, the throaty sound reverberating through the trailer.

"Oh darlin', you don't know what you're asking."

"Oh I think I do. And I think you want it too. I've seen you looking at me." Cockiness edges his voice, sounding braver than he felt.

You scoot nearer to him, closing the gap between you, hot bodies making contact. Your knee rests on his leg, hand stroking up the exposed skin on his chest. Heat pours from the both of you. The heady scent of your perfume invades Eddie's senses, making it difficult to focus when you are so near. He can feel his cock stiffening.

"Oh, and you think I don't notice you too? Your eyes on me whenever I bend over? Eyeballin' my tits when I'm tryin' to do my job?" 

Eddie's breath is unsteady, shaking, heaving at his chest. Your touch is setting him ablaze. The heat in the trailer is stifling.

"Well, I'm sorry but," he takes a deep breath, trying to will his usual confidence to kick in. "You're so fucking hot, I don't know what to do with myself." He turns his head towards you, eyeing your lips in the flickering candlelight.

"Flattery will get you everywhere." You smirk at him.

Go on, grow a pair, kiss her.

Eddie sneaks his hand to the back of your head warily, eyes darting to your mouth. You make no move to stop him, gazing at him with half lidded eyes. Gulping, he closes the gap, pressing a kiss to your full lips. You grab his shirt in your fist and pull him closer. Eddie takes that as the best sign he can get right now, opening his mouth and deepening the kiss. You taste of bourbon, cigarettes and something sweet he can't place. His tongue pushes into you almost greedily, mapping out every inch of your mouth. It's sloppy and eager, but passionate. You run your hand up Eddie's lap, inching towards his crotch. Eddie thinks this must be some sort of fever dream as you palm him through his jeans, it takes everything he has not to cum on the spot.

Allowing his hand to drop from cradling your head, it drifts downward, cupping your breast. When his rough fingers brush your nipple over your thin top you break the kiss to allow a moan to escape your mouth.

Eddie mouths at your neck, leaving a succession of wet kisses. Clambering into his lap you straddle him and push him off your neck and back into the couch.

"You are making it real hard to say no honey." You smile from your new seat, fingers flirting down Eddie's chest.

Its Eddie's turn to grin at you smugly. He runs his palms firmly up your thighs.

"Sweetheart, you never said no."

"Well, you may have a point there sugar." And you lift your tank top over your head, revealing your bare chest.

"Holy Shit." Eddie's now convinced, this can't possibly be real. There's no way this goddess of a woman is straddling him topless right now. He knows he's blushing but he doesn't care. He's not even sure he can move right now. Far too scared to speak in case it comes out in a high pitched squeak and then you'll never show them to him again.

"Honey, you can touch them. Jesus have you never seen a pair of tits before?" You giggle, then your eyes widen. "Shit, you haven't have you?"

Eddie just barely manages to tear his eyes away and look you in the face.

"I mean, girls aren't exactly lining up at the door for Eddie 'The Freak' Munson." He scoffs.

You lean forward, slowly unbuttoning the remainder of his shirt.

"Aw, poor baby." Flipping open his shirt you rake your nails down his chest, giving him goose bumps. Eddie's breath catches in his throat.

"You just need someone to take care of you, don't cha?" Grinding into his lap.

Eddie's eyes roll back, his whole body feeling like a raw, exposed nerve. Electricity bolting through him with every roll of your hips.

You bring his hands up to your nipples, encouraging him. Eddie's fingertips brush them softly, feeling them harden to his ministrations. Your reaction to his touch emboldens him; leaning forward he presses soft lips to your breast. Once, twice, three times, and then he takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks gently.

"Oh fuck, Eddie."

You'd never said his name before yet you purr it now. That breathy, impassioned sound sends a shiver throughout his body. If he could just hear one thing for the rest of his life, from now until eternity, it would be you saying his name. He wants to see if he can make you scream it.

He whips his tongue around your nipple, trying to find what makes you make the loudest noises, gripping onto your hips tightly. You rock in his lap, moaning in encouragement.

Climbing off his lap, you settle between his legs on your knees. Eddie's fit to burst, watching you rake those painted nails of yours up the inside of his thighs.

"You still want this sugar?" Fingertips creeping to Eddie's belt, biting your lip.

"Hell yeah!" Lightning fast he pops his belt undone, along with the button and zip on his jeans, and pulls them down unceremoniously along with his boxers. His member springs out, thwapping against his stomach.

"Well big guy, if the girls knew about this they'd be lining up 'round the block." Your smile looks dipped in wickedness.

"R-really?" Eddie stammers, shuddering as you take his length into your palm, strokes firm but painfully slow.

"Hmmm" bending down you take the tip into your mouth, stroking with the flat of your tongue.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Eddie scrunched his eyes shut, "sweetheart, please."

"What's wrong honey?" You lick up and down his length, fisting his cock covered in your spit.

"If you, fuck, if you carry on I'm gonna cum."

You look at him with a mischievous glint in your eye, and take his cock fully into your throat, hollowing your cheeks. Eddie physically convulses, groaning loudly. He can't possibly look at you, if he does he won't be able to hold it in.

Letting go with a lewd wet dribble, you stand up, and go to remove your shorts. Eddie's hands shoot out to stop you. Looking at him with the question in your mind, he flashes you a toothy grin.

"Let me." Dark lustful eyes fixed on your waistband. You allow him the pleasure. He runs his fingers along your shorts, inching them down slowly, kissing the uncovered skin. The shorts stick slightly between your legs, causing Eddie to have to peel them down. He cannot help but see how wet they are. He can smell you. It's faint but musky, and sweet, almost like your perfume. He's obsessed. His hand hovers near your heat, looking up for confirmation.

Collecting his fingers in yours, you pull two to your mouth and suck them, gathering saliva. Eddie watches you, mouth open, enraptured. You guide his fingers down, down, to the front of your folds. When his fingers graze your swollen nub you sigh audibly.

"That there honey, you feel that? That's my clit." Eddie nods emphatically, not exactly in a position to form words right now. He runs sloppy circles over it, slipping with the mix of slick and spit, watching your face with wide open eyes, watching how you throw your head back a little, how your mouth parts slightly, how you tremble. He presses down and you cry out, knees buckling.

"Fuck, Eddie!" You grab his shoulders, "why don't you lie back so I can take care of you?"

Brows furrowing, Eddie says "Can- can I try and, er, take care of you? I mean, I'm 'bout to explode and I really want to make you feel good." Eddie begs with his eyes. If he can make you come undone beneath him he can die a happy man.

"Sure baby. Always wanna take care of me huh?" You lie back on the sofa, opening your legs to him.

"Holy Shit." Eddie scrambles over to you, forgetting he still has his pants round his ankles and nearly falls. You giggle at his antics. Untangling himself, he throws his shirt off that's still hanging on him unbuttoned.

Eager fingers make their way back to your pussy, rubbing on your clit, eliciting a little moan from you.

"Do you wanna stick your fingers in me honey?"

Yes, Eddie would like that very much.

Eddie's fingers are guided to your entrance. You wrap your hand around his middle and ring fingers, and line them up. Eddie understands, probing at you hesitantly at first, rubbing, gathering your wetness on his fingers, then pushes them all the way in. He's rewarded with a low whine from you, back arching off the couch.

He pumps his fingers in and out of you, sitting up on his knees, watching your face, how your tits move, and his fingers disappearing inside your cunt.

Eddie is determined to see you cum on his fingers. He needs to see you unravel. What if he never gets this opportunity again? He needs to commit to memory every sigh, every twitch, every time you say his name. God, especially the times you say his name.

He's trying different things, how he moves, the speed of it, feeling your impossibly tight wet pussy around him when all of a sudden he curls his fingers up and...

Oh.

Your reaction is visceral and immediate. Eddie keeps curling his fingers up. His hand is cramping; it hurts but he doesn't give a shit. Not when Aphrodite incarnate is laying below him, bathed in candlelight, moaning in ecstasy.

"Oh Eddie, oh my God, just like that, fuck."

You're writhing beneath him, moaning, your glistening body shining in the dim light. Eddie speeds up his motions, biting his lip. He's never been so hard in all his life. Suddenly you're clenching so hard around his fingers he can barely move, bucking against his hand.

'Oh Eddie!"

That fractured, high pitched scream of his name is the best thing he's ever heard. Back arched, your hands flying to his arm to still his movements, face in shock.

Breathlessly you manage to say "I thought you'd never done this before?"

Eddie's grin is smug and mischievous. "You think I would lie about that?"

He removes his fingers from inside of you, pleased as can be when you whine and frown a little at the loss.

"Do you have a condom sugar?"

Eddie looks wildly around the room, eyes settling on his discarded clothes. Finding his wallet he pulls one out with a flourish and a flash of teeth.

"You always walk around with that?" You smile at him.

"What can I say, I live in hope!" You giggle and Eddie thinks it's the second best thing he's heard from your mouth.

Now, I think I know how to do this...

The worry must be evident in his face as you hold your hand out and Eddie puts the condom in it with relief. You rip the wrapper with your teeth and roll the condom down his length, spitting in your hand and stroking him a few times. Eddie looks anywhere else he can, he can't possibly look at you handling his dick. He doesn't want this to be over yet.

You lie back and Eddie moves on top of you. Holding his length you line him up and he starts pushing into you devastatingly deep.

"Jesus, baby, you're so big."

Eddie can't think of those words slipping from your beautiful lips. All he can think of is the tight, impossible warmth he's sinking into. Your cunt is squeezing him like a vice, like  nothing he's ever felt before.

"Darlin, look at me." Eddie's eyes are scrunched up, holding himself up by his outstretched arms. He opens his eyes.

"Fuck you're beautiful." He strokes the side of your face, moving a couple of loose hairs that had stuck to you.

"You're very sweet. You can move now honey."

"Say my name." He stares into your eyes, pupils blown black with lust.

You look slightly taken quick by the dominance but recover quickly, flashing him an easy smile, batting your eyelashes at him.

"Please fuck me Eddie."

I've gone insane. How else could this be happening? I've lost my mind, made it up.

He'd believe that if he couldn't feel how amazing it felt being sheathed inside of you. He pulled slowly out, feeling the drag of your walls around his cock, then pushed back in.

Jesus Christ.

Eddie's a little unsure, trying to set a pace, trying to judge it on the noises you make, but he knows he's absolutely not going to last. The feelings too intense, rocking into you, watching that gorgeous face looked so fucked beneath him, it's everything he's wanted and more.

Shifting a bit, he gets up on his knees and pulls your legs around his waist, holding your knees, and thrusts into you.

"Oh Eddie, yes!" Your eyes are rolling back, closing, a continuous stream of moans escaping your mouth.

This is better. This is deeper. Eddie can feel everything, from the tips of his fingers to the tip of his cock to the tips of his toes. He thrusts harder, deeper, pulling you bodily into him, fingers pressing hard into your flesh. He can feel you clenching around his length and fucks into you with everything he has, sweat dripping down his back. His orgasm goes off like a gunshot, pumping his seed into the condom. You tighten even further, cumming with a mantra, a prayer, a plea of his name, over and over and over.

Eddie falls into you, feeling the sweaty sheen of his skin and yours intermingling, the heave of your breasts against his chest. You pant in unison, coming down.

Just about managing to lift his head, he looks at you and smiles, you look right back, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers with his. Eddie can't help it. He chuckles, the laughter coming from deep in his chest, shaking his body. You giggle back, post orgasm haze sprinkled over the whole room.

Eddie plants a kiss to your soft lips.

"Was that, erm, okay?" Eddie knows he sounds like a kid in this moment, but he had to know. He has to hear it from you.

"Eddie, you're a fuckin' natural." You smile, planting a kiss on the tip of his nose.

He grins wolfishly at that. Peeling your flesh from his in the sticky heat he sits up and pulls the condom off. You gesture to a waste paper basket and he chucks the rubber in there.

Eddie leans back on you, arms encasing your head, nose to nose.

"Good enough to do again?" His grin is arrogant but his eyes are sincere.

"You're a cocky son of a bitch, you know that?"

"Sweetheart, you never said no."

You laugh loudly at that, pulling him in for a slow kiss. Bodies pressed against each other in the flickering light, heat of sex and summer radiating off the pair of you, utterly lost in the moment.

****************************

The heat wave showed no sign of stopping, though thankfully the blackout only lasted until morning. Eddie had snuck back next door in the early hours, unable to wipe the grin off his face.

It was early afternoon, and Eddie was standing outside, having a smoke and trying to catch a hint of breeze.

Uncle Wayne had stepped outside too, sparking a cigarette.

"What you smiling about son?" Wayne looks out the corner of his eye at Eddie.

"Nothin' Sir, just happy."

You exit your trailer, fanning yourself in the heat, ready for your shift. You look over and see your neighbours.

Waving at them, you walk closer.

Eyes on Wayne, you wave, "hey sugar how you doin'?"

"I'm good miss, workin' hard."

"Well, don't you work too hard honey." You smile, swaying your hips. 

Looking over at Eddie, he flashes you the cheekiest look, smile crinkling his eyes. You flush in response.

"Hey Eddie."

"Hey."

An uncontrollable smirk is on your face as you open your car, looking bashful for once.

Wayne looks at Eddie's face, then at your blushing cheeks, and back to Eddie.

"What?" Eddie shrugs his shoulders at his uncle, unable to control the beaming smile that's plastered on his face.

Wayne shakes his head. He sees your car drive off and goes to walk past Eddie back to the trailer, putting his cigarette out on the ground.

At the last minute, Wayne holds his hand up, palm flat, fingers splayed. Eddie gives his uncle a high five. Wayne continues to shake his head, walking back inside. 

#eddie x you #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #strangerthingsedit #stranger things fan fic #eddie fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x fem!reader #ms gexy writes

[danganronpafan777]

can I request sdra2 boys reacting to a fem!reader (or gn if you don’t do fem) that everyone just thought was a boy and she did not care to correct them, except for when she tries to go to the bathroom or change which is when everyone found out-

Ok lol, but Y/n does end up telling Teruya and Hajime in their scenarios

Yuri Kagarin:

Since Yuri thought you were a boy, he disrespected your entire existence when he first met you 

Even if his dislike and rude remarks against you were annoying, you still didn't correct him

When Yuri was complimenting Sora, he noticed you go into the girls bathroom

Oh hell no

With his ideas of all males being disgusting creeps, he thought you were being a pervert, so he did the heroic thing and try to run into the bathroom and beat the crap out of you 

Except he wasn't able to open the bathroom door

He was pissed that Monocrow was letting this pervert enter and not him, until Monocrow came out and explained that boys weren't allowed in the girls bathroom.

Yuri is about to yell about you to Monocrow when it suddenly hits him

He's straight up in denial for a few moments, and when you leave the bathroom, he straight up asks you in shock,

"...Are you a girl?"

"Glad someone figured it out." 

He basically spends the rest of the day following you and begging you for forgiveness, and even when you forgave him, he still stuck by you, seeming to enjoy your company

He was still a long shot from not hating men, but you seemed to open his eyes a bit

Teruya Otori:

When being in another trauma inducing situation, knowing you could help everyone but you don't have your memories to do so, it was hard to find someone to trust

But Teruya trusted you

You listened to him and comforted him through the murders, and did the best you could to help him remember, even if his past memories weren't very pleasant

You had just been comforting Teruya, who was desperately trying to remember how he got his goggles, when the nighttime announcement played

Teruya quickly wiped his tears and looked around,

Even if your dorm wasn't too far away, he still remembered from his last killing game that going out at night wasn't a good idea 

"Y/n, it's late. You shouldn't go out at nighttime, do you want to spend the night?"

"A boy and a girl spending the night together? How unwholesome." 

"Wha..." 

It took him a solid minute to realize that you were a girl, and he just asked you to spend the night with him HoLy sHiT-

He began blabbering about how he was sorry and he didn't know

You just laughed it off and told him you didn't bother correcting people

He kept apologizing and you laughed it off, telling him that you'd see him (and make fun of him more) in the morning

Then he found your corpse the next morning

Just kidding, he didn't think anything less of you because of your gender, and would correct the others or tell them if they didn't know and if you were fine with it

Yuki Maeda: 

You and Yuki were pretty good friends

Not "walk right in when the other is changing" good friends, but you guys enjoyed each other's presence

Yuki's luck and obliviousness came into play when he decided he would knock on your door and see if you wanted to hang out

He noticed your door was open and got scared, what if you were killed!?

He opened it, hoping he wasn't about to find your corpse

"Wha...! Y-Y/N!?"

His face goes red when he realizes that not only are you a girl, but he also just walked in on you changing

He quickly runs out of the room and avoids you like the plague (because he's embarrassed that he walked in on you, not because you're a girl)

You confronted him about it and he admitted that he was surprised to realize that you were actually a girl

You lightly teased him over the whole ordeal, much to his embarrassment

He made sure you identified as a girl before openly using those pronouns and correcting your friends

Shinji Kasai: 

Shinji treated you like he treated any guy, basically forcing you to work out with him and insisting that you called him big bro

You worked out with him, Hajime, and Yuki for a while, and they were none the wiser

Until you forgot about training one day.

"YOU ARE LATE TO TRAINING!!" You heard Shinji pound on your door.

"Sorry! I was talking with Sora! I'm getting changed, then I'll head to-" 

Shinji didn't let you finish, nearly busting down the door to the room just to find you half naked.

He low key screamed before covering his eyes and running away, too embarrassed to put the door back 

He couldn't look you in the eyes after that and nearly everything you said made him turn red

He would faint if you ever called him big bro again

Hajime and Yuki have no idea what's going on, and Shinji is too embarrassed to say it, so you're the one telling them

It's a while before Shinji can talk to you without getting extremely red, but him and his friends still welcome you to train with them

Hajime Makunouchi: 

Like Shinji, he thought you were cool and invited you to work out with him!

The two of you went for a jog around the island and did some push-ups until it felt like the both of you were gonna pass out

Eventually, Hajime let you take a water break and you savored every drop before talking about how hot you felt

"Is this what a good workout is?"

"Hell yeah! If you're too hot, you can just take your shirt off." 

You stared at him. 

Bruh moment

"...I'm a girl." 

"....Wait what!?" 

He didn't mind too much, he was just really embarrassed that he told a girl to take her shirt off

You just laughed and told him it was alright

He didn't treat you any differently after that, but would correct people if they misgendered you (after making sure that you identify as a girl)

Syobai Hashimoto: 

He was having a smoke in the monocruise, and minding his own business when he noticed you head into the girls bathroom

"...Whatever. I'm not paid to care." 

He quickly put the pieces together upon realizing that only girls could enter the girls bathroom

Huh...

Still doesn't care.

Mikado Sannoji:

He's the mastermind, who literally planned his killing game plan down to the last detail

He already knew

Nikei Yomiuri:

Like Yuri, he thinks you're a pervert when he sees you enter the girls room

It takes him a few moments to suddenly remember the fact that only girls could enter the girls room

The second you leave, be prepared to be bombarded with questions

"What a scoop! Y/n is actually a girl! Do you identify as a boy? Why didn't you correct us?!"

Honestly, there's a chance he already knew since he scanned your file before the killing game started, but he pretended to be surprised for the sake of appearing oblivious and for the scoop

#sdra2 x reader #sdra2 #hajime makunouchi #yuri kagarin #teruya otori #shinji kasai #yuki maeda #nikei yomiuri #mikado sannoji #syobai hashimoto

[nixie-writes]

Hey, Hi and all the above! this is the first time I've ever sent an ask to you, I've been hesitating bc of social anxiety but I guess I've suddenly gained the confidence after seeing your posts over and over again (your stuffs so good btw 🥺).

super sorry if I mess this up:

I was wondering if you could do the Happy Hotel gang with a male reader who was a famous ice skater. It was pretty much their entire life and loved doing the dances, performances and competitions.

However, tragedy struck and they suffered a really bad ankle injury during a performance and couldn't skate anymore. With their main fuel for life gone they tumbled down the endless hole of drugs and alcohol before dying suddenly and awakening in hell.

That's it for the request, I hope you have a good day, afternoon or night. Drink water, the usual motivational stuff lol Thanks!

🕶️

Hello friend! I totally get the social anxiety, even sending an ask on anon can be scary as heck. But practice makes perfect, be confident in yourself and your ideas! I think your ask is really creative and unique, I haven't seen something like this before and I really like it! (And thank you so much, I'm really glad you like my work! I try my best ;;) Male reader was specified so I'll be using male pronouns, there are some potential triggers so they'll be tagged, all the good stuff. I tried to sprinkle in my own experience, a knee injury cut my track career short. I kept this mostly platonic but there are hints of romance if you look for it. TW: Mentions of drug use, mentions of alcohol use, mentions of injury and disability Under the cut for length and possible triggers.

Alastor - Upon initially meeting a man who danced for a living he was...Not impressed honestly. Many sinners landed themselves in Hell for drug and alcohol use, just look at Husk and Angel. - However [Y/N]'s injury was healed upon entering Hell and he's able to dance again. Hell gets pretty hot but some denizens have made Hell's equivalent to ice rinks and it wouldn't be hard for someone like Alastor to get himself and his new friend inside, albeit at first Alastor isn't expecting much. - However upon hitting the stage and doing a lovely solo, finishing with a bow, Alastor's surprised. He knows his friend worked hard as a dancer but he didn't expect this form of talent. He's impressed enough to join the applause, mostly because he wants to encourage his friend, partially just to get the confused and mildly concerned looks from other patrons seeing him in the crowd. - It wasn't Alastor's idea for [Y/N] to join the hotel, it was Charlie's. She was happy to see Alastor with a new friend and insisted he bring in his new friend for at least a tour and Alastor agreed, although begrudgingly. - It would be during a second tour Charlie would ask a few questions as to how [Y/N] arrived in Hell and he'd be very general with it. An injury ruined his career, he fell into substance abuse and probably overdosed. It was blurry. - Before Charlie could hound him into joining the redemption program Alastor pulled him to the side for a quick chat. "This little dump isn't just demon rehab," he would try to be gentle about that part, "she really believes she can get sinners into heaven. Are you willing to try that?" [Y/N] would think on it for a moment and agree, claiming he'd be happy to join if it meant spending more time around his favorite man in Hell. Even Alastor isn't immune to soft blushing and embarrassed mumbles. - Upon joining the hotel it can be rocky at times but hey, he's got arguably the strongest Overlord in his corner (alongside NA and AA friends in Husk and Angel) so, he's got the good end of this shit hole.

Angel Dust - Angel dances in Hell himself, albeit in a different manner. Upon meeting a man who also danced he got the wrong idea admittedly. It didn't take him long to recognize someone in a situation similar to the one he was in when he first arrived. - He's the quickest to offer a guy down on his luck a place to stay and [Y/N] is wary but grateful. Angel has to advertise the hotel (it's part of his free room clause) but [Y/N] isn't interested, he just wants to experience his old passion again. Angel decides right then he's going to help. - Angel's first idea is to suggest his own work but [Y/N] politely refuses. The next idea is obvious - the skating rink, or at least what's supposed to be one. He can't afford the best one but he'll empty his pockets for a night if it brings his friend happiness. - Angel is in absolute awe in seeing his friend perform. The smooth strokes across the ice, the spin-bow at the end, it's inspiring. Angel's got to try that next time he performs. - It's later that night, on their walk back to Angel's place that he asks what got [Y/N] in Hell, and he's broad in explaining the ankle injury, substance abuse and sudden death. Angel understands a little too well and again, suggests the hotel. "It's not exactly the Ritz but I can get you a free room and they'll get you off anything you're using, and you'll be safe." [Y/N] finally agrees to give it a try. - Charlie is happy to see Angel finally got around to keeping his end of the contract and Vaggie is interested in another soul to rehabilitate. Angel is excited to just have someone he can genuinely relate to, and a new reason to get off whatever his dope of the week is. He's happy to be there for [Y/N]. Husk - This man infamously doesn't give two shits about anyone but himself, however he's intrigued when he overhears some drunk going into detail about how his drinking habits got him to Hell. So Husk moves closer to listen. - [Y/N] has only been in Hell for a couple of weeks but it's been awful already. Yes his ankle injury is healed but the addictions followed him and he can't seem to get off his substances of choice despite how expensive they are. - Husk, knowing it's a little out of character for himself, decides to indulge and sit next to this new guy and probe a little. Cats are infamously curious. So [Y/N] goes on further about his dancing career, his ankle injury and how he spiraled from there. Husk doesn't have much of a response but offers to buy him a couple of drinks for the night and, in exchange [Y/N] can tell him more about himself, and [Y/N] agrees. - It's a few nights later when Husk leaves the hotel early to meet his friend again, he's been staying in some dingy ass hotel with rent he can hardly pull and Husk has been [Y/N]'s alcohol maintenance. He intended to see [Y/N] in private but a special shadow tagged along. - [Y/N] is up in his hotel room nursing a hangover when Husk arrives with a cheap bottle of rum and some Tylenol. [Y/N] is searching through his bag for his bottle of pain killers and can't find it, asking Husk if he's seen it. Husk just sighs and tells [Y/N] to look behind him, to which he obliges. He's met with a not-so-friendly friendly face. - "Husker, if I'm correct I've seen Angel with these pills. I don't believe they're pain killers." Alastor still adorns that grin but he doesn't look pleased and Husk genuinely doesn't have an excuse. He can't bail himself or [Y/N] out of this one. - "Initially I just wanted to see which broad of the week you were visiting but I see you had other plans." Neither [Y/N] or Husk are very happy with the term Alastor dropped. "I have other plans too, I think you'll both be pleasantly surprised." Alastor didn't await an answer before clicking his fingers and the world went black for about 2 seconds. Husk already knew where this was going. - It was against either Husk's or [Y/N]'s personal interests to sign him up with the hotel. [Y/N] isn't exactly happy about the hotel enrollment but, he can help Husk with the bar and get off the substances. It's a win-win deal.

Charlie - She'll never admit it, but she has a soft spot for people who find themselves in Hell for reasons that ultimately aren't evil, simply...Unfortunate. It's [Y/N] who would approach Charlie, asking about the rent of a room and the substance programs. - The two would have a short but sweet conversation. What landed [Y/N] here and what does he hope to achieve through this program? Charlie is sympathetic to his ankle injury and lost career, she offers him a free room and programs, under the agreement he interacts with others in his programs and [Y/N] agrees, signing the no-rent lease. - It's through this he would meet Husk and Angel, both of whom aren't exactly looking to get off their poison of choice but are in the programs regardless. Angel is easy to make friends with, Husk not so much but Charlie encourages [Y/N] to try harder. Husk is a little crude and mean, but he doesn't mean any harm. - In the end, I'd see [Y/N] getting closer to Husk, someone who will intervene in his drinking and drug habits and try to get him clean outside the programs. [Y/N] does the same for Husk, they develop a healthy friendship off that foundation. - As with Charlie, she tries to develop a friendship with all her hotel patrons and usually it doesn't go the best, but [Y/N] seems interested in her. Charlie loves to spend time with [Y/N] and others who will spend time with her, but mostly [Y/N]. She's happy to see at least one soul who's dedicated to her program, and she has highest hopes for him. She's already paid for his ankle surgery and encourages him to perform for the hotel, though she'll never force him to. She's by far the kindest of the group.

Vaggie - Vaggie is a strict woman and doesn't often hold sympathy for people who find their own way into Hell, like Angel. But [Y/N] was different. He could have been an angel, had he not been injured. It seemed unfair. - She'd approach him casually one night and ask if he plans to continue his substance use. He'd respond that he doesn't know much else to do, it's not like Hell has rehab. It was that quick, Vaggie has a way with words when it comes to substance abusers. She probably abused something during life herself. - Her first work is to enroll him into the hotel, introduce him to Charlie and set him into specific programs. She can't really stop him from interacting with Husk and Angel, though she doesn't want him to. - However, his interactions with the two seem to help steer him onto the right path. He isn't as stuck as Angel is with drugs and can still get his way out of drug use. He's not as hollow and self-wallowing as Husk is and can let go of alcohol. He can replace his substance use with something new and healthy. - With Charlie's financial help it's arranged to have his ankle repaired and he agrees to stay with the hotel and use his dancing career to advertise the hotel. Vaggie is grateful she's found someone who's genuinely invested in changing their wrong ways, and has high hopes for him.

#I really couldn't make any ideas with Nifty but if I do I'll update this #Hazbin Hotel x reader #Hazbin x reader #tw drugs #tw alcohol #tw injury mention #Alastor x reader #Angel Dust x reader #Husk x reader #Husker x reader #Charlie Morningstar x reader #Vaggie x reader #x male reader

[gggoldfinch]

Yo finch is it ok i said girl in that anon ? I know you got she/her in your bio but ive seen you refering to yourself with they sometimes in the notes and i just wanna make sure.

Yes that's totally fine!!!! Thank for asking !! (actually that's really observant of you because I never thought anyone would notice that I do that??? lmao)

I have a weird complicated relationship with my gender wherein sometimes I'll dislike being perceived as a woman but simultaneously I'm very proud of being a woman? Like it would be my dream to be androgynous but also a woman? Idfk man. Like when I think of myself in like a ?? abstract/ metaphysical context ?? I think of myself as gender neutral; but when I think of myself physically or socially, I think of myself as female/woman. I've often seen people who identify as demigirl talking about similar experiences, but maybe my dissociation from myself/ my womanhood is a result of undiagnosed neurodivergency lol. Like I'm fine with people calling me girl/woman but I also very much like being called man/bro/dude, and other traditionally "male" terms or names (i.e. I insist that people don't change words to "fit my gender" and will even argue about it; for example, I'd much prefer someone call me a "cowboy" than a "cowgirl" you feel me?)

this was a longwinded response and it's all to say that YES I'm totally fine with being called girl lmaoooo I have she/her in my bio but I am also fine with they/them, I just don't use gn pronouns in my daily life so I kinda forget about them lol

#doesn't help that all my Gender Envy Icons are middle aged cis men....... listen bro it's complicated #I want to look like paul landers and I simply cannot explain that in a way that makes sense #anon ask

[clockworkspider]

keito for the character ask game

You know I did mention no gender/sexuality headcanons but I actually do have a bit of it for Keito so I'll include it. It changes depending on the hc/au/ship tho.

Anyway I think you can probably send me someone else we all know how I feel about Keito.

Sexuality Headcanon: Aroace... Listen... it's normal to be petty and jealous over your platonic friends and act like married couples with them, actually. I have done all that in my life with people I have no romantic inclination to and I think petty jealous aces deserves representation.

Gender Headcanon: Male-dude-man-guy. It's funny because Keito doesn't really insist upon his masculinity but he's such a dude to me that when I try to read genderbend keito fics my brain will continuously get confused whenever "she/her" is used. (I read a genderbend keirei fic and when it's she/her pronouns for Rei I'm like "yeah that tracks" but when it's Keito I'm like "???")

A ship I have with said character: I think madakei could be interesting actually

A BROTP I have with said character: Akatsuki. (You know I do actually ship both keikuro and keichi platonically. But calling keichi brotp just isn't right. Whatever they have going on isn't covered by the realm of "bro". On the other hand I don't think KeiRei is platonic on Rei's side, and it's probably "???" on Keito's side.)

A NOTP I have with said character: watakei or watakeichi or eireikei. I value Keito's digestive health.

A random headcanon: Keito is a rare breed of doujin artist who would make doujins with pure plot, no fluff and no ship. He reads the shipping and fluffy things when it has nice art, tho, and then complains about plot holes to Kuro. Keito why did you expect the plot to make sense in porn? That's on you.

General Opinion over said character: It's funny because I don't think he's like... my fav in terms of characterization. But his key stories in ! eras are so well written. Crossroad? Banger. Meteor Impact? Banger. Quarrel Fes? Banger. They're just very focused for Enstars writing, which sometimes gets a bit scattered. Also his earlier stories are so... consistent and crystal clear in his characterization that I suspected him to be Akira's self-insert lol... But no, sensei just have a bias. Enstars characters are really fucking complicated so when I see Keito I'm like "ah thank god, someone I can always understand".

#enstars #keito hasumi #I swear to god i've answered similar asks for keito before #but my opinions has slightly changed so why not

[tobias-fell]

I wanna hear your rant on Hanne (I haven't read that book) (also only if you want to)

i am ABSOLUTELY willing to talk about Hanne

SO

there is no way that Hanne is a cisgender woman. i see people who read both books going "aw isn't it great that Nina and Hanne are such an awesome wlw couple <3" and like whatever ig i'll Respect Your Interpretation but you've got to be kidding. you've got to be

Hanne talks about how the only time they feel like themself is when they tailor themself to look like a man. they talk about how they don't fit in among women, how they feel comfortable in a man's body more than they ever did in a woman's one, how they hate how they look even when they're objectively a "beautiful woman", how they want a new name because "Hanne" just isn't theirs (this is why i also like to call them Ilya; that's the last name they considered, tho they have no canon new name), how they're truly comfortable and GLAD that they're going to spend their life seen as a man, Nina refers to them as her prince in their last chapter... etc etc etc. Some people would say this is just bc Fjerda is sexist or w/e but like. imagine a ""male"" character who said this about fem things lol. That Is Not Cisgender

i'm not sure if they're nonbinary or a trans man, i alternate between both interpretations and use he/they pronouns for him, but i DO know that the whole "there is absolutely nothing trans going on here" thing that some cis fans are toting pisses me off a bit. the author said in an interview about Rule of Wolves that there was gonna be a "heavily trans coded" character and later that Hanne doesn't vibe w she/her.

anyway OTHER THINGS ABOUT HIM !!! Hanne is just,,, aaaa i have a lot of feelings about what he means for Nina. I don't want to spoil Crooked Kingdom for anyone following my blog who may be reading it, but Shit Happens and i'm so glad that the King of Scars duology brings Hanne into Nina's life. He's an important part of letting Nina realize that no, Matthias wasn't an exception, and yes, though she can always and forever be angry, her anger should not be directed at the Fjerdan people; it should be directed at those who are feeding the insistence that Grisha (witches/magicians basically) are evil. Hanne's place in Nina's world helps prove to her that the Fjerdans can be good. Nina deserves a light like Hanne in her life and Hanne deserves someone who cares about him exactly as he is

#asks #will/lee #rule of wolves spoilers #<- just in case #hanne brum #grishaverse

[killyourlocalmisogynist]

nm the fact all the women she's supposedly been involved with are also married to men like? and so many of her songs so clearly speak to power imbalances between men and women and how older men she's dated have messed her up. and not only does she actively use male pronouns instead of gender neutral ones i think she literally uses them more than other straight pop stars lol. which i guess some would insist is because she's trying to cover up that she is actually singing about women but it's, pretty nuts!

literally insane. you have to deep in denial to think taylor swift is gay.

#ask

[iwaisa]

request. trynna think of a request for u rn 🧏‍♀️ how ab tsukki w a best friend who’s so grade conscious bc ppl have high expectations of them n one day she breaks down bc she b afraid of failure n he’s like .......ok ill comfort them bc theyre my best friend but im also secretly in love w them trope😝 definitrly not because this reminds me of a certain someone who is not myself and i definitrly dont need to hear this😭 - @tsukisemi​

a/n. sue you are a GENIUS I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BIG BRAIN. i absolutely adore best friends to lovers/childhood friends to lovers tropes they make me so happy ugh once again THANK YOU

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- pairing. tsukishima x female reader (pronouns not specifically stated, but there is ma’am lol)

- warnings. make out session! lol oops. suggestive content

- word count. 1.8k+

it was a friday evening, and you found yourself studying at kei tsukishima’s house. again. no matter how many times you tried to convince him to do other things while hanging out in the warmth of his bedroom, he always insisted that academics came before baking and movies.

the two of you have been friends since your last year of junior high, after yamaguchi was too busy looking up at his tall companion to realize another figure was about to collide with him. the two of you made contact with the ground, before jumping up to apologize quickly.

tsukishima found himself instantly infatuated with you - you were gorgeous. your breathtaking eyes, the way your school uniform seemed to fit just perfectly, the way he imagined your smaller hands and fingers slotting in between his - he was absolutely intrigued. yamaguchi would say love at first sight, the taller male would call him ridiculous.

the three of you instantly clicked, with you and yamaguchi being the more talkative ones of the trio. tsukishima acted as a parental figure, scolding you two constantly for doing things you weren’t supposed to.

upon overhearing a conversation with sensei that you would be heading to karasuno for high school - the same place tsukishima and yamaguchi were planning on going - he let out a breath he never knew he was holding in. he continued listening to sensei urging you to plan on going somewhere more academic based - like shiratorizwa or fukurōdani. you put it simply that you would rather go somewhere more balanced. sensei was hesitant before he approved of your plans.

you had always been good at doing homework and classwork, but you weren’t so good at taking tests. they intimidated you, making you worry that you would end up receiving something lower than a B+. tsukishima and yamaguchi knew of course, since the two of you held frequent study sessions at each others’ houses. this tradition carried on even when the three of you made it into karasuno, just not as frequently due to the boys’ volleyball practices.

today, however, yamaguchi was helping yachi teach kageyama and hinata english since tsukishima blatantly refused. the two of you headed back to his house, and instantly began flipping through your textbooks. he was quietly scribbling words and numbers on his papers, seemingly flying through assignments. you were sat on his bed, stuck on one section in particular.

“why the hell is ap chemistry so hard?” you sighed, scratching your scalp. tsukishima turned his head to see you rubbing your eyes, which adorned deep blue bags underneath. he sighed, putting his pencil down as he walked to sit on the edge of the bed alongside you. he looked over your shoulder, reading the complex chemical equations. “you know this one, l/n. you got it.” 

you shook your head quickly, “no, i don’t tsukki. i have no idea what i’m doing and sensei literally didn’t even teach us this. see, this is why i’m glad i didn’t end up going to an academy because this would be ten times harder. i hate that people are always assuming i can handle this with ease. i can’t.” you finished, blinking back tears.

tsukishima sighed, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses before readjusting them to focus on the question. he began rubbing his finger over the numbers, slowly explaining each process. you were surprised he was being kind, but you didn’t want to take this soft moment for granted. you simply nodded your head, hurriedly scribbling down what he was saying in your notebook.

“tell you what,” he turned, looking into your eyes. “if you can do these next four questions by yourself, i’ll give you something i’ve been meaning to for a while.” you tilted your head, “tsukki, my birthday was months ago.” he chuckled, getting up to sit in his chair, which was now facing you. “i’m aware.” the two of you stared at each other for a while, before you turned your attention back to your textbook.

using tsukishima’s explanations and whatever strategies you learned from sensei, you flew through two of the questions with ease, getting stuck on the third one. tsukishima explained once more, telling you to use a different equation for the next two. you nodded, finally understanding.

the next two questions were hard to figure out, but you finally got through them. you placed your pencil in between the crease of the pages, looking up to tsukisima expectedly. when he didn’t move, you were confused. did he just trick you into doing homework?

tsukishima gulped, attempting to calm his erratic heart and shaky legs. was he ready for this? no, he wasn’t. but even as yamaguchi said; he’s been putting this off for long enough. he knew he liked you, but had no idea just what to do about it. he knew he would be jeopardizing your friendship in some way, but tsukishima couldn’t deny that he wanted some sort of affectionate skinship to happen between the two of you.

he released his lower lip from his teeth before shaking his head. he stood up, walking towards you with slight hesitation. he plopped himself next to you, your shoulders brushing against each other. tsukishima lifted his glasses off his nose before leaning forward, pressing a quick peck to your lips.

your mouth fell open, and your eyes widened more than you believed they ever could. your face exploded with heat, and you began spewing out incoherent words. he stood up, returning to his seat. “tsukki?” you asked in disbelief. “yes?” he responded, seemingly unphased. “w-what was that?” he watched you run your middle and forefinger over your lips, “my gift.” your jaw dropped open once more, earning a rare chuckle from your blond friend. or maybe, not a friend anymore.

“if you finish the next four questions, i’ll give you another one. if you want,” his last words were muffled by the back of his hand. you smiled at the sight; tsukishima, the most stoic boy you’ve ever met, was embarrassed. nonetheless, you were going to earn another kiss from your friend, not to mention the boy you’ve been in love with for the past two years.

you were quick to pick up your pencil, reading the questions as quickly as possible. “and don’t rush either, idiot,” tsukishima jested. you stuck your tongue out at him, feeling your heart flutter as he let out a soft chuckle.

you made sure to complete each question thoroughly, wondering if you would get extra points for doing more work. tsukishima stood over your figure, eyes scanning over each question. he pointed at one, “the equation was right, but check your calculations again.” you sighed, turning back to the book. 

tsukishima bent over, pressing a light kiss atop your head, making you jolt in surprise. he staggered back holding his chin, and you stood up waving your hands frantically. he held his hand up to stop your word-vomit, letting a light chuckle escape his lips.

you pressed your lips in a line, sitting back down. you began calculating the equation once more, finally coming up with the right answer. “there you go. see? you only have four questions left now.” you lifted your chin expectedly, watching him squat in front of you. you pursed your lips as he began to lean in, pressing teasing kisses to both of your cheeks. you groaned in annoyance, before sandwiching his face in between your palms. “stop teasing,” you muttered sternly. “yes ma’am,” he joked, finally closing the distance between you two.

this kiss was a tad bit more passionate, the two of you moving your lips together excitedly. it would’ve been a make out session, if tsukishima had not pulled away with a grin. “last four questions.” he smirked at you before standing up, returning to his chair once more.

these questions were possibly the worst. there were multiple equations in each separate question, and it left you wondering why someone would ever want to major in chemistry. tsukishima watched your face contort into borderline anger, your lower lip between your teeth. he swiftly stood up, placing himself next to you on the bed. he reached his arm around you, rubbing circles into your lower back as you continued writing the wrong equations.

“here,” he spoke up finally, removing the pencil from your grasp. he began writing in a clear fashion which numbers were to be plugged in where, and it finally clicked for you. he glanced at your profile, watching your mouth fall open. he smiled to himself as he watched you solve the equations with ease, his hand never leaving your back.

you finally finished, looking up at the blond with long-awaited anticipation. “you’re eager,” he whispered, his eyes becoming soft. his gaze flickered between yours and your plush lips - the one’s he’s been waiting to feel on his for so long. and the feeling wasn’t disappointing. they felt amazing, and he was on cloud nine. a little voice that sounded like yamaguchi resonated in tsukishima’s head saying, “finally.”

the two of you began moving forward at a slow pace, until you gripped onto his shirt pulling him into you to finally close the gap. this kiss was definitely not like the last ones. this one was ferocious; two pining friends finally earning exactly what they’ve been patiently waiting for. 

tsukishima’s right hand made its way to your hip, prompting you to lay down. he hovered over you, not once pulling away. your tongue brushed against the seam of his lips, and he eagerly allowed your tongue to meet his. your hands began roaming, feeling tsukishima’s pecs. they slowly moved down to his abs, which were rock-solid, much to your surprise.

you gasped as he pulled away to press open-mouthed kisses on your jawline, moving down to your neck. your hands gripped his hair as he sucked on a particular spot that elicited a whine from your throat.

he pulled away, looking down at you with golden irises filled with lust. his gaze fell on the newly formed red spot on your neck, and he sat up pushing his glasses back to rest on the bridge of his nose. “sorry about that,” he whispered, his voice filled with nerves. “don’t be. i liked it,” you smiled, watching his gaze soften for the umpteenth time that day.

“do you like me?” he asked hesitantly. you paused, your eyebrows furrowing in mock confusion. “you know, for one of the smartest in the class, you’re pretty dumb.” he opened his mouth to protest, before you sat up to give him a quick kiss. “yes, i like you.”

his arms wrapped around your waist, pushing you back down onto his bed. “can we cuddle,” he said it as more of a statement than a question. you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his back. “can you be my boyfriend,” you pretend to mock, causing his head to snap up. he nodded hastily before burrowing his face into your chest once more. 

“i love you,” he said, his words muffled by your shirt. “i love you too, kei.” you smiled as you ran your hands through his golden locks, hearing a content sigh escape his lips.

#tsukishima x reader #kei tsukishima #tsukishima kei #haikyuu!! #haikyuu!! x reader #tsukishima x fem!reader

[chaotic-bells]

@holyshit tagged me for this lovely tag game with questions and stuff. I’ll also add a read more because you know me - rambling and stuff, this will probably be long.

🌼 what do you prefer to be called name-wise?

Bells

🌼 when is your birthday?

Dec 22

🌼 where do you live?

Ireland

🌼 three things you’re doing right now?

Answering this, trying to find Interview with a Vampire to watch with @whatagreatproblemtohave and @evilovesyou (and possibly @vintageumbroshirt?) later today :) and chatting on Discord. Yey for multitasking.

🌼 four fandoms that have piqued your interest right now?

Lucifer, One Direction, MCU, Teen Wolf

🌼 how is the pandemic treating you?

I don’t want my answer to seem like I’m ignoring/belittleing a lot of shit that happened - however I feel like my life improved a lot? I have a lot more time for myself because I don’t waste 3 hours coming and going to work, plus getting ready “business casual” in uncomfortable clothes. I eat a lot better because I have time to cook, and access to a proper kitchen, instead of just getting cafeteria food. I’ve met amazing people this past year and discovered new hobbies, my cats are cuddlier than ever because they’re getting attention the whole day and are not alone for hours on end. I’ve saved money that I used to spend in said food and transport to work, plus the pressure to go out and socialize (while spending ridiculous amounts of money) is much less, and I get to enjoy a lot while I’m home. Sure there were dark times, worrying and I lost multiple family members to Covid, but this past year really had a lot more bright spots.

🌼 song you can’t stop listening to right now?

Little Simz entire new album!! Omg sound is so amazing. Honestly, the whole album is amazing (and I’ve been annoying people for hours already) but I’m particularly vibing with Speed, Point and Kill and Woman. But like, even the Intermission tracks narrated by Emma Corrin are good. It’s like an Alice in Wonderland vibe, like in The Rapper That Came To Tea.

🌼 recommend a movie

omg I’ve been watching so many movies recently. hmmm... The Suicide Squad was fun. Brutal, but fun.

🌼 how old are you?

32

🌼 school, university, occupation, other?

9-5 office corporate job. But I think I’ll eventually go back to college to finish a degree.

🌼 do you prefer hot or cold?

Cold. Always. I hate feeling warm, hot, or whatever.

🌼 name one fact others may not know about you.

Kay’s answer is a mood - is like I know nothing about me ever in these. eh...I’ve done pole dance classes for some time. 👀

🌼 are you shy?

Not really. I’m not shy, but that does not mean I am particularly fond of in person human interaction. 😂

🌼 do you have any preferred pronouns?

I have she/they in my profile to make things easier, but... Not really? Even using my full name at work (just because it’s on my corporate email and stuff), a lot of people still use sir/he/him to refer to me and I’m just as comfortable (I’ve learned to ignore the implicit mysoginy of this a while ago because I work in a male dominated field and I would go crazy if I actually care about this)

🌼 any pet peeves?

Male blindness - like when my housemate asks me where something is, and I tell him, and then they insist it’s not there, and then I have to get up and interrupt what I’m doing and grabbing whatever it is, which is precisely where I told him it was, and it was right in front of him. Now, I know this is just a ridiculous pet peeve, and I am fully aware is something small. lol

🌼 what’s your favourite “dere” type?

Deredere - I just like fluff, ok? Also, this is a very brief description of some of the most common archetypes.  Basically, it’s animes personalities.

🌼 rate your life 1-10. 1 being really crappy and 10 being the best you could ever be.

I’m going to skip this one lol

🌼 what’s your main blog?

hmm this one lol

🌼 list your side blogs and what they’re used for.

@kenshin-and-maki, for my cat pictures. I rarely use it lol

🌼 is there anything you think people need to know about you before becoming friends with you?

Nope. No warning label here. No tags. lol friends, feel free to add something if you feel like I need to let people know something before being friends lol

I’ll tag @whatagreatproblemtohave​, @evilovesyou, @vintageumbroshirt, @justalarryblog, @counttoinfinityy, @1dwoodchuck, @inwhichalex, @bitnotgood28 and @arcticfoxsundays

#tag games

[gayregis]

Question. Part 1. Hi. I like your blog and your analytical analysis of books, which is always very accurate and insightful, so I couldn't find anyone better to ask a question to. I am haunted by the scene where Regis announced to the male part of Hansa that Milva is pregnant. Then there is a dialogue, at the end of which Regis asks Geralt to do something... I felt connected to Jaskier as a character for the first time because I also don't understand what it is about. ->

P2. I asked my friends who had read the books, and their opinions were divided. Some believe that Regis asks Geralt to dissuade Milva from having an abortion, while others, on the contrary, believe that Geralt should persuade her to do it. Or maybe that's not the point at all? Further, my reflections, which may not be relevant to the question... Maybe I'm the only one who noticed a lot of "c*nservative" ideas in books.

P3. We cannot ignore the fact that they were written quite a long time ago and many ideological and cultural aspects of Poland (see the law banning abortion in 2020) that could influence them. It was the 'poll' at the beginning of this scene that made me think of this. Why do men decide whether to give Milva medicament or not? Secondly, Geralt insistently refuses to call it "medicament" but prefers the word "agent."

P4. Secondly, Geralt insistently refuses to call it "medicament" but prefers the word "agent." He also demands that Jaskier shut up when he supports Cahir that "only a woman decides." Pro-life vibes, or is it just me? We also can't ignore the fact that Geralt is very concerned about his infertility.

P5. In general, continuing the theme: very many sorceresses also lament the lack of ability to have children, and all of them, even if they had relationships with women, were always looking for the ONE AND ONLY man. Moreover, the same-sex relationships in the book are only female/female shown, but never male/male (a quick and disdainful mention in "Season of Storms"). But even f / f relationships are presented as some not-serious-play; remember how Ciri called it all "fun," talking with Mistle.

P6. Here again, I see a toxic-masculine culture that sexualizes lesbians and completely denies gays. (This also reminds me of Poland's situation, where the majority of the population is very religious and homophobic.) I was too disappointed by the stereotypical representation of women: hatred because of the same outfits/jewelry, thin waists and small portions (remember how Yen and Fringilla eat), eternal gossip, and so on. I mean, women aren't like that, man.

P7. The toxicity of the presented heterosexual relationships has been said a thousand times before me. In general, I am always a little upset when I see that someone calls Sapkowski such a tolerant writer. According to my observations, toxic masculinity, "conservative" ideas, and strengthening stereotypes about LGBT people, women, etc., often slip into his books. I may be wrong, so I apologize in advance. I would like to hear your opinion. Thanks.

Finally. The scene I was talking about, maybe you need it. ‘What’s this all about then? Unanimity? Total agreement? Is that what you’re expecting?’‘You know very well what it’s about. But since you ask, I shall tell you. Yes, Geralt, that’s precisely what it’s about. And no, it’s no me that's expecting it.’ ‘Could you be clearer?’ ‘No, Dandelion,’ the vampire snapped. ‘I can’t be any clearer. Particularly since there is no need. Right, Geralt?’ ‘Right,’ the Witcher said...

p. s. From the same Anon with a 7-part question. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes. I tried to ask questions as respectfully as possible, but I often confuse English pronouns/times/etc. Please note that it was completely unintentional if I made an offensive mistake, and I deeply apologize. I will correct myself if you point this out to me in your answer. Thanks again.

omg i love this and i’m gonna divide it into different segments to be easier to read. also don’t worry your english is great thank you!!

1) “I asked my friends who had read the books, and their opinions were divided. Some believe that Regis asks Geralt to dissuade Milva from having an abortion, while others, on the contrary, believe that Geralt should persuade her to do it.”

yes, this is a confusing scene. when i first read it i was TOTALLY relating to dandelion, completely confused on what the message was and what the in-universe conversation was about. i had just felt proud of myself for understanding everything regis said in the previous scenes, and now here he was saying something and i didn’t know how the fuck to decipher it. 

but after re-reading and also reading others’ analysis on r/wiedzmin, i found what i think to be the answer. in my opinion, the scene is not about actually either dissuading or persuading milva to have an abortion. rather, it’s about supporting her emotionally so that she can make the right choice for herself. 

regis, as a doctor, wants his patient to make choices with a level head and for her own self, not under pressure to make the strategic choice that would benefit the company the most. this is my interpretation but since regis mentions milva has been a little feisty in consultation (she wouldn’t give him the date of her last period... lol), i feel like he could sense that she was really stressed out about this and although she initially made the choice to have an abortion, she may not have been thinking for her own self, rather letting the priorities of the company come first before her own wants.

in this moment, geralt realizes exactly why she has come on the journey, he mentions how she was willing to sacrifice her own child for his, etc. so, geralt needs to talk to her in that moment to tell her that he doesn’t expect her to do anything just so she can be more of an “asset” to the company, to tell her that she is his friend first and comrade-in-arms second, because milva is very loyal and also headstrong and would have done anything for geralt and the company. milva in general also wants to be “useful” because she has internalized misogyny from how she was raised, she doesn’t want to be “useless” like she was taught women are ‘supposed’ to be, as is shown in their conversation.

so geralt talks to her and she makes the choice not to have an abortion after all, because after talking to geralt, she doesn’t feel like she has to prioritize geralt’s needs and the company’s needs over what she wants. 

2) “Maybe I'm the only one who noticed a lot of "c*nservative" ideas in books. We cannot ignore the fact that they were written quite a long time ago and many ideological and cultural aspects of Poland (see the law banning abortion in 2020) that could influence them. 

It was the 'poll' at the beginning of this scene that made me think of this. Why do men decide whether to give Milva medicament or not? 

Secondly, Geralt insistently refuses to call it "medicament" but prefers the word "agent."”

He also demands that Jaskier shut up when he supports Cahir that "only a woman decides." Pro-life vibes, or is it just me? 

We also can't ignore the fact that Geralt is very concerned about his infertility.

in my opinion i think the author-intention was to set up a conversation in which a rhetorical question is asked, which will 100% be answered with a resounding positive, a “yes” all around. regis asks the company, because he’s a character so he can be poised as the author wants to propose a question like, “what are your thoughts on abortion,” which allows the rest of the characters to respond “it’s a woman’s right to choose for herself!” in this way, i think that it is very pro-choice... i will agree later on about what you say in other parts of your message, about the conservatism and also centrism in the books, but when it comes to abortion sapkowski imo in the witcher series espoused some pretty pro-choice views. this scene, compounded with the fact that yennefer, the leading female character, performs abortions as part of her job, and also the scene in season of storms with coral and the king of kerack in which he makes a fool of himself in front of her because she assists women with abortions... it’s a topic that’s come up a few times, and all of the times it has been a pro-choice perspective. (again, this is not to say everything in the witcher series is progressive, haha)

in-universe, i suppose you could think of it as that regis was just being coy and asking a rhetorical question also in-universe... such that he was going to give milva the decoction no matter what the men of the company chose, but he just wanted to “ask their opinions” (i.e., tell them what is happening with milva, because it’s a serious subject that needs to be addressed by the company) before, so he could introduce the subject to them (sparing milva of the difficulty of telling them all) and gain their assistance in supporting milva during this time. (random sidenote, but i like how regis acts as a middleground between milva and the rest of the company in this. there are three genders: woman, man, and medical professional. lol). 

so yes, i don’t think that the men of the company actually “get to decide” if milva would have an abortion or not - their opinion’s don’t matter. out-of-universem sapkowski probably just wanted to set up a conversation between his characters where they could espouse explicitly pro-choice opinions (dandelion and cahir practically start arguing over if the northern kingdoms or nilfgaardian empire are more pro-choice). in-universe, this was probably more of a way to bring the subject up rather than actually asking for opinions. 

i think it may look like there are some pro-life opinions shown by geralt in this conversation at first glance, but there might be something deeper. when he tells dandelion to be quiet when he begins to hound him that “only a woman decides,” i think it’s not because he disagrees with that - rather, that he agrees, but that that isn’t the issue here that he needs to deal with. it IS milva’s decision, everyone is in agreement about that - and that’s precisely the problem, because milva is in a vulnerable emotional state and also a precarious physical environment, and these factors could influence her to go through with the abortion, while in “regular circumstance,” if everything were fine and everyone was safe and they weren’t on a quest to save ciri, she might go through with the pregnancy. so, geralt gets annoyed that dandelion tells him this, because he agrees, he already knows! it’s useless to tell him that, because he already agrees with him, what he really needs to do now is move forward with having an emotional talk with milva, which is difficult for him.

i think the “medicament” / “agent” thing is still a little confusing to me, because i don’t know which one has a negative connotation. to me, it’s a medicament, or a medicine, whic is something that cures an ailment, that has a negative connotation, because it kind of refers to the state of being pregnant as a sickness or illness that needs to be cured? an agent is more like a substance that causes a reaction, i think of that of enzymes that speed up chemical reactions in cells, it causes a certain result to happen - which seems more appropriate in my opinion. but yeah i’m not sure which is the “worse word” to use, or if either are “bad words” to use when it comes to this

3) In general, continuing the theme:

Very many sorceresses also lament the lack of ability to have children, and all of them, even if they had relationships with women, were always looking for the ONE AND ONLY man. 

I was too disappointed by the stereotypical representation of women: hatred because of the same outfits/jewelry, thin waists and small portions (remember how Yen and Fringilla eat), eternal gossip, and so on. I mean, women aren't like that, man. 

The toxicity of the presented heterosexual relationships has been said a thousand times before me. 

Moreover, the same-sex relationships in the book are only female/female shown, but never male/male (a quick and disdainful mention in "Season of Storms"). But even f / f relationships are presented as some not-serious-play; remember how Ciri called it all "fun," talking with Mistle. I see a toxic-masculine culture that sexualizes lesbians and completely denies gays. (This also reminds me of Poland's situation, where the majority of the population is very religious and homophobic.)

In general, I am always a little upset when I see that someone calls Sapkowski such a tolerant writer. According to my observations, toxic masculinity, "conservative" ideas, and strengthening stereotypes about LGBT people, women, etc., often slip into his books. I may be wrong, so I apologize in advance. I would like to hear your opinion. Thanks. 

very much agree with all of this. in some circumstances, i think the author-intention was to break stereotypes and tropes - such as fringilla and yennefer speaking about oysters in relation to their ‘diets’ ... but then, they are actually talking about oysters in the context of having to teleport from the castle, they are actually speaking about high-intrigue political alliances, not something as silly as diets... but the effect, to me, is lost, because they led into it acting vapid and speaking about diets anyways, and if they used sarcasm in their voices, it wasn’t strong enough coming through the text in my opinion.

similarly, i think he tried to do some of this trope-breaking with the sorceresses overall, how they are all vapid and obsessed with appearance, but actually are the political masterminds behind everything. although he achieved the latter, he did not manage to have the latter negate the former... the intelligent political talks did nothing to “cancel out” the previously-demonstrated vapidness and obsession with femininity, and the way he describes women overall is something to roll the eyes (and the stomach) at. (“triss’ waist measured ‘22′,” oh give me a break lmfao...)

i also agree that although there are technically gay and lesbian characters in the books, none of them are “good representation” - the only ones i can think of are philippa, mistle, and degerlund (season of storms, which you are right in describing as “disdainful”) - all of these characters are violent, none of them ever are shown having a healthy relationship, and their “love” either ‘corrupts others’ (i use that term semi-lightly) or is part of some political manuever. ciri’s time with mistle is that of a ‘youthful violence,’ it is part of her time with the rats, her time reaching into her worst most hateful depths as a person, and it’s presented as something to “heal from.” and we haven’t even mentioned how mistle assaults her in the beginning of it all. this is largely a post for another time, but it’s not a good situation by any means.

i also get super annoyed for this reason when i see people applauding sapkowski for being a “progressive writer.” in my mind, he is not progressive at all, although he has his character espouse some pro-choice views here and there, that is not nearly enough to make up for the fantasy racism/antisemitism, use of antisemitic caricatures to do trope-reversal on, misogyny to do trope-reversal on, and blatantly just Not Good gay and lesbian characters. 

in my mind, it’s inappropriate to label him as “progressive,” because he was not writing with diversity and representation in mind. i think a lot of people get confused, because they assume, “oh he included women, so he must have been wanting more representation for women!” ... when he was pretty much just writing for writing’s sake... of his own worldview and biases, nothing special when it comes to representation. and i agree that a lot of conservative ideas slip their way into the books, from my perspective he tries to make some centrist milquetoast statements at times (”don’t be neutral in the face of evil” for example) but wraps it up in literally a fantasy pogrom - which is not something imo for a goyische author to put into their stories. his inspirations at times are clear, and he uses them in manners which can come off as blunt and disrespectful.

#anon #ask #long post / #also apologies its 6:30 am and i didnt sleep so if theres any spelling errors or weird syntax or trains of thought...

[idiotwhowritesshipstuff]

Mikan is a very favorite character of mine, and so is Kyoko for obvious reasons. Do you think you could do a Mikan x Kyoko x Transmale reader? Or just one of them would be fine with me. I hope this doesn't seem pushy.

I. FRIKIN. LOVE. MIKAN. (Call me a simp lol my precious nurse baby qwq) Kyoko is cool too I was pretty meh on her but some fan content on her made her cool to me.

I hope I’m not wrong but trans man is a guy who was assigned female at birth right? Feel free to say if I’m wrong.

s/o didn’t get full sex change surgery here because it expensive and you need to be 18 to get one I looked it up

I’m not the best at writing poly ships however I do try my best.

- Mod Monaca

Mikan Tsumiki x Kyoko Kirigiri x Trans male! Reader

• This couple is certainly a bit strange to the others however they are quite wholesome

• Mikan is a bit fussy towards Kyoko and s/o because Kyoko freely touches dead bodies and might stay up a bit to do cases which concerns her because dead bodies could be riddled in germs and such and not sleeping is bad for you and she fusses over s/o in terms of chest binding because of how restrictive chest binders can be on the ribs and lungs

• “K-kyoko staying up late isn’t good! I-it weakens your immune system!”

• “s-s/o how long have you been wearing your binder? P-please take it off if it’s starting to get too tight!”

• She also apologizes a lot if she seems overbearing but both reassure her that they appreciate the concern

• Kyoko is a rather normal partner with her doing the basic stuff like checking up on her girlfriend and boyfriend, cuddling with them etc.

• Is always happy to hear insight from Mikan regarding wounds on corpse’s bodies especially if she didn’t know about it

• Is sympathetic to s/o knowing how many crimes are from transphobia and assures him that he is a male in her eyes.

• Both frequently make s/o’s gender clear to others when they insist that he is a girl with Mikan first politely asking to stop using the wrong pronouns but getting in scary Mikan mode if they insist on the wrong pronouns while Kyoko is already stern from the start about s/o’s gender

• Love cuddles. Mikan gets to be the big spoon as Kyoko isn’t used to giving physical affection and s/o is willing to let Mikan share her love for them.

• A nurse, a detective and a trans male. Certainly a strange couple but are very supportive of one another.

#mod monaca #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #Mikan tsumiki #kyoko kirigiri #Mikan tsumiki x reader #Mikan x reader #kyoko Kirigiri x reader #kyoko x reader #kyoko x mikan #mikan x kyoko #tsumiki x kirigiri

[space-kitten-606]

If requests are still open, can I get 707s reaction to an Mc that has not one, not two but 3 jobs!?? ( lol I hate it I'm always tired) but refuses to give them up cause their afraid of not being financially stable. Male pronouns pls :o

I’m not even going to attempt to give some poor excuse. It’s been way too long. I hope you can enjoy this regardless, dear. 

With this, my askbox is completely cleared out. I’m not going to open my requests for now however, since I. Just don’t have the time or the motivation to work on that. I’m sorry.

Hardworking

After saving Saeran and disbanding Mint Eye, the normal day to day life slowly but surely came back to take a hold of the RFA members again. That did not exclude Mc of course. He only just managed to convince his bosses to allow him to use a couple of his free days all after another, even using up some of his scarce sick days. It felt very strange to him to be absent from any kind of work for the duration it took him and his new friends to go back to some sort of “normal”. So he was more than eager to work as hard as he could. Not only because of being happy to be back and not isolated in the apartment or involved in some honestly insane stuff, but also because the idea of losing only one of his jobs was discomforting to say the least. 

Saeyoung, for now, shifted a lot of his focus on trying to help his brother recover and attempting to hunt down some scattered members of that god forsaken cult he was dragged into by Rika so long ago. Just thinking about the things she had done to the one she had sworn to protect filled him with anger and disgust. In turn however, it also meant that he found less time to spend with Mc. And the more time passed without seeing him, the more the hacker felt the hole in his heart grow. Sure, they talked on the phone frequently and texted a lot as well, but it was just not the same as seeing him and being around him. And even those times they would meet up after Saeyoung visited his brother in the hospital were usually cut short, as these encounters left him more exhausted than anything else. Mc showed nothing but understanding to the situation. Thinking about how much he had supported him since they have met, but especially right now, made his heart swell. Still. Something left him with an odd feeling sometimes. Ever since Mc’s life had turned back to normal a bit more, he was extraordinarily busy. At first Saeyoung thought he was just picking up a couple loose ends from before he entered the RFA and the chaos they had to endure, but it was strange to him that Mc never mentioned anything of the sort. Surely Mc would tell him if something was wrong, right?

As the days and even weeks went on, Saeyoung had decided to let his doubts rest for now. They were surely misplaced. He was convinced that Mc wouldn’t keep anything important from him, so if something was really wrong, he would have mentioned it long ago. Still, it stung each time he didn’t answer the phone or when he would say on an almost daily basis that he did not have any time to hang out. 

“I’m just so busy, sorry, Sae.” 

That’s what he said time and time again. At the same time however, he insisted that everything was alright with him, his family and his friends outside the RFA. Everything was supposed to be fine. And yet he appeared rather stressed, always on the run, it was unnerving. It almost reminded Saeyoung of his time at the agency, albeit he was sure that Mc’s life was not in danger if he didn’t get to whatever he kept doing in time. Now, Mc did not ignore him. That was not it. They were interacting regularly, but it just seemed cut short so frequently. 

Standing in front of Mc’s flat, Saeyoung took a deep breath. Why did he feel like he had to prepare himself before knocking? 

Before he even got to find the answer for himself, the door was pulled open, revealing Mc. He was clearly about to leave and seemed to be in quite a bit of a hurry. 

“Sae?! What are you doing here? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m very happy to see you, but I have to be somewhere so...yeah.” A bit out of breath from the flood of words coming out of his mouth, he checked the clock on his wrist. 

There it was again. 

“You’ve been busy all week. I thought we could do something nice together. I brought my laptop and some snacks.”, Saeyoung mumbled, a bit disappointed Mc was probably going to tell him to leave again, “I just hoped we could lay low for a bit and pirate some movies or something.”

Mc smiled softly at his offer. “That sounds amazing, honestly, but I have to get to work. Maybe some other time, okay? I’ve been working hard, so I may have some overtime I can use to take some time off again soon.”

“I don’t understand! Everytime I want to do something with you, you tell me you’re working. How come you almost never have a day off?? When was the last time you didn’t have to be anywhere ‘for work’? Two weeks ago? Longer? How in the world is that supposed to make any sense? I really want to believe you, but I don’t understand at all.”

Taken by surprise from his lover’s sudden outburst, Mc went silent. He knew that Saeyoung was at least a little upset at him not being able to make time easily, but he wasn’t aware that it troubled him that much. 

“Sae…”, he let out a sigh, “listen. It has nothing to do with you, okay? I would love to spend time with you and to be a bit more flexible. We’re both busy at the moment and making time is incredibly hard. I wish I could explain to you right now, but I’m out of time and I can’t be late.”

“Fine. Let me at least drive you.”

Stepping out of the building, Mc stretched out his arms. 

“Good job today! Will you join me on my walk to the stop? Or did you park in the other direction?” His colleague popped out behind him and turned the key in the door, closing up for the night. 

Mc shook his head no. “I’m afraid I won’t. My boyfriend will pick me up in a few, so I’ll wait here.”

“What luxury.”, the other pouted, “Take care then. Thank you for your hard work!”

Smiling, they waved each other goodbye. Today had been good, truly. He would’ve never thought they’d be able to manage that load all on their own. Mc sighed and leaned back against the building. His gaze went up from his phone each time he heard a car turn into the road, hoping it would be Saeyoung. They had agreed to drive back to Mc’s place tonight and spend some quality time finally. He also wanted to use that chance to give Saeyoung the explanation he was waiting for. It was a misunderstanding Mc wanted to get rid of, and fast. 

When he finally saw the familiar car turn onto the street, Mc pushed himself away from the wall and walked to the edge of the sidewalk so he could jump in quickly. Through the passenger window, he could see Saeyoung fiddling about with something on the seat. Opening the door revealed him trying to lift two large pizza crates off of it. 

“I was actually thinking about cooking some spaghetti for us.”, Mc chuckled as he took the boxes out of his boyfriend’s hands and sat down on the now warmed seat. 

Saeyoung flashed him a toothy grin. “You’ve been so busy all the time, so you shouldn’t have to cook tonight. I got your favourite too.”

Mc smiled at that. He did crave some pizza lately, so the surprise was more than welcome. 

The ride almost made it seem like they never spent all this time apart. The atmosphere wasn’t nearly as tense as he feared it to be. Definitely a good sign for later. 

Saeyoung groaned, holding his stomach. “Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten two large pizzas after all.”

Despite his display, Mc let himself drop on top of him. Another pained groan left the hackers lips, as he let his head drop onto the sofa. 

“I feel like a stuffed turkey…”, Mc mumbled. A glance at the two empty cartons on the table made him shiver. Even just the thought of more food was sickening. “But...there was something I wanted to talk to you about.”

He lifted himself off his boyfriend’s chest to get a good look of is face. Saeyoung looked back at him in curiosity. 

“About why I’m so busy…..”

“Oh, yeah. Don’t worry about that. Instead of moping all day, I looked into it on my own. You should’ve just told me you have three fucking jobs.”

“Are you serious? I kept telling you-”

Saeyoung put his finger over Mc’s lips, silencing him. “No. You said you were ‘working’. That is a very ambiguous term. How was I supposed to know that you were actually working.”

“God, you’re such a dumbass.” Mc rolled his eyes, as he pushed the finger away. 

The hacker fell into a wave of uncontrolled laughter.

“Shut up.”, Mc chuckled as well now, “You don’t get to laugh about this after pulling all this drama for nothing.”

Reaching back, he grabbed one of the pillows at their feet and smashed them into the other’s face. 

“Oh no you didn’t!!”

“Bet?”

His own grin was wiped of his face by the pillow resting under Saeyoung’s head only a moment ago. Yelling, he jumped off the couch, his boyfriend chasing after him. 

The chase was only of short nature however. With a well aimed throw, Saeyoung placed the pillow right in between Mc’s feet, making him stumble and fall. The only thing keeping him from an uncomfortable collision with the floor were the set of arms closing around him and holding him in mid-air. 

“That was a clear foul!”, he gasped. Nevertheless he did not struggle as Saeyoung pulled him back into a stand.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t listening to you and...assumed the worst.” Mc could only barely make out the words his boyfriend mumbled into the top of his head. 

“I’ll forgive you this time.”

Saeyoung grinned. “Lucky ~”

“- but do let me explain myself properly before you jump to conclusions next time okay?” 

“Okay ~”, he sing sang. After a moment of silence, he pulled back to look into Mc’s face. “Are you sure you want to keep going like this though? You don’t need to work so many jobs now that I’m with you….”

Mc sighed. He was suspecting Saeyoung was going to say something like that as soon as he found out. The idea of him living off of his boyfriends money was pretty uncomfortable. Yet...maybe being able to drop at least one job would be one hell of a relief. 

“Let’s talk about this some other time, okay? I honestly just want to take a nap now.”

Saeyoung was more than happy with this for now, though he would surely hold his boyfriend to it. Mc didn’t need to work himself sick, not as long as he was with him.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger saeyoung choi #mystic messenger 707 #707xmc #707xreader #my writing #did I write exactly what was asked? #no #of course not #because I can't read apparently #Anonymous

[detectiveconnor]

———  BASICS! ♡

NAME! ♡   Ingrid. I never liked the name ‘Ingrid’ but that’s my name. fun fact, my paternal grandmother’s name was Coral and my maternal grandmother’s last name was Reif (’reef’), and when my mum was on one of her kicks where she insisted I had to change my name and move to the other side of the country (fortunately it did not end up happening), Coral Reif was a contender. what would your name be if you had to change it? food for thought 

PRONOUNS! ♡     i don’t... really....  care. she/her i guess. or they/them. whatever floats your boat 

ZODIAC SIGN! ♡    libra!

TAKEN OR SINGLE! ♡   single

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

1! ♡    I’m vegetarian! I also don’t eat gelatine, and won’t eat eggs that aren’t free-range (when I was in the US the standard was barn eggs???? Like restaurants bragged they used barn eggs. Culture. Shock.) I tried vegan once but I had to actively remember - being vegetarian doesn’t cost me anything, I just decided and then I stuck with it because eating meat has moral concerns for me personally. Veganism didn’t have the same effect, so I dropped it. no seafood. 

2! ♡    I’m suuuuuper confident with my writing. I know I am a good writer. I have never worried people won’t want to write with me, because I am good at what I do. I love it when people tell me I am good (yes please!), but I...... will not brag here LOL. but I know. 

3! ♡    I am very receptive to good communication. You will never, ever annoy me by talking to me and telling me what you want/need, using words. I will always try to tell you explicitly what is going on in my head. 

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED! ♡   tumblr primarily! Google Docs for close friends, but I don’t do turn-based docs, I sort of just. live-write at each other and edit each other’s writing as we go and add commentary. This is why it’s for close friends LOL. I really got my start RPing on Gaiaonline but I don’t do that anymore. Oh and I do not do instant-messenger RP with anyone besides Dani, very rarely, and it still makes me uncomfortable sometimes. 

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER! ♡   I tend to write males most, when it comes to RP. Meh. 

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S)! ♡   i don’t think I have any? I don’t really care what fcs people use.

MULTI OR SINGLE! ♡   single! but a lot. a lot lot of the blogs I write with are multis these days. that isn’t on purpose, it is just how it is 

FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF! ♡   sure, if it fits the plot. it’s nice. i like it 

ANGST! ♡  yes!!! but ... only.... when it’s done well. I don’t know a good way to word this, but I like angst to be equal - not always my character and not always your character. I can see the appeal of ‘look after me like one of your french girls’ characters, but I don’t enjoy writing them myself, or writing with them. equal. although I do have a weak spot for angsting other people’s characters >:3 I sometimes worry I will come on too strong if I hurl WHAT IF THERE WAS A HOSTAGE SITUATION AND YOUR MUSE WAS HELD AT GUNPOINT FOR REASONS XYZ - at you lol 

SMUT! ♡ i don’t write it explicitly, I would be too embarrassed. But Connor has been handing me things/headcanons about his sexuality and I’m fine to write everything that does not involve euphemisms for genitals and then fade to black. LOL I’m writing a fic right now and it is headed towards a smut scene and I am trying to get the guts to write it wheeeeeze 

PLOT / MEMES! ♡  the best way to reach out to me the first time we interact is by sending a meme. or several memes. just meme me until I answer one, I promise I am not ignoring you on purpose. Once we have something Sort of going, I am happier to plot. I do, though, love to wing things. seriously. surprise plot twists are A+ in my book. 

Tagged by: i stole it from spark because it looked fun. nobody asked, this is just me talking about me!

Tagging: Free to steal

#ingrid talks #about the mun #munday

[sucklett]

Weird shit from my k12 American schooling:

-The time my elementary school made us call random businesses to ask for money for a bake sale -Those weird school fundraising schemes in general tbh -The time my highschool, under threat of withholding diplomas, made our entire grade go to a rec center where we slept on the floor overnight -The fact that I was not taught about Native boarding schools, at all (I only learned about them in college) -The EXTREMELY white way my spanish teacher pronounced the language when teaching it to us (she was also white btw lol) -The highschool insisting that all girls had to wear dresses for graduation, I was the only “girl” who did not listen to this (this rule was removed about a year after I graduated) -When I was told in my theatre class that I wasn’t allowed to play a male character “unless I openly identified as one :)))” which meant I would’ve had to out myself -The debate in junior high my social studies class had about whether gay marriage should be legalized -The one time we had a lockdown and it wasn’t a drill -Not particularly unusual unfortunately, but the daily pledge -The fucking police officer and drug dog that roamed the halls every day -The emphasis my history teacher put on the idea that the civil war was about “state’s rights” -The time a male student got in trouble for wearing a dress to school -Elementary school, when we had an assignment where we had to make up a name of your future husband/wife (in an extremely cishet context, like you weren’t allowed a gay option) -My english teacher’s incredible disdain over “they” as a singular pronoun, she would take points off your assignment if you used it that way -The time someone said that grindr was the “gay version of tinder” and one of my teachers very loudly exclaimed “EW” -That “flip your card” system from elementary school -The time the bus I was in crashed into a car one morning and when we finally got to the school a few hours later, my teacher penalized us

#theres definitely more but this is just random off the top of my head #homophobia and transphobia mentions #longpost kind of #also anyone is free to add on whatever you saw or dealt with or whatever lol