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erinfern0 · 5 months

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My god I'm obsessed with the way you write smut. Your gentle simon is making feel giddy 😭 though maybe I could request something perhaps.... Simon riley with GN s/o, but like... They're a virgin and they want to do it with so they try.... But it takes a lot of time, cause you know, it's hard to enter and nervousness and everything basically....... Maybe they do it in the end or maybe they don't and they leave it for another day, it's ok. I just love gentle and caring simon 🫡 hope you have a good day!

simon "ghost" riley x gn!virgin!reader

— gender-neutral anatomy, gender-neutral nicknames, only pronouns used are you, etc.

warnings: performance anxiety, general nervousness, use of lube, fingering, praise, failed attempts.

a/n: thank you so much for all the kind words and your patience, love!

Telling Simon was not as difficult as you thought it would be. He took it well, too. His reaction was a simple nod of acknowledgment and questions. He asked for the reason for your virginity, which made you chuckle. It never crossed his mind that he was your first actually serious relationship. He thought you were too hot, and you probably had lots of experience.

His idea of you being completely different from the truth didn't scare him. It excited him, pulling that little possessive devil on his shoulders to you. He loved the idea of him being your first.

Simon didn't rush things, despite him getting aroused around you all the time. The sound of your voice, your soft hugs, and interlocking your fingers with you were enough, more than he believed he deserved.

When you finally told him, you thought you were ready? He was right there for you. Simon told you not to worry about anything and prepared everything you needed just to take some stress away from you. Your date was set by him completely.

You arrived at his place 15 minutes early just because you felt nervous, but he knew you too well. As soon as you rang the bell, he opened the door with a smirk. “Hey, gorgeous.” he greeted you with a soft kiss on your lips, placing his hands on your neck to gently rub right behind your ears.

You smiled through the kiss, wrapping your fingers around his wrists to feel the warmth of his skin against yours a little more. He led you inside, guiding you through his apartment as most of the lights were either turned off completely or dimmed to add to the atmosphere, letting you feel at ease.

Simon's fingers felt warm, intertwined with yours as he opened the door to the bedroom. The first thing you saw was the bed itself, already made and waiting to invite you. You didn't even seem to notice the bottle of lube and a pack of condoms lying next to the pillows.

You stood there, frozen in your movements as he looked into your eyes. “We don't have to do this if you…” Simon started, but you shook your head.

“I am ready, Simon.” You reminded him, closing your eyes just to relax a bit more, the smell of candles finally hitting your nose. You smiled at the soft scent, rubbing your thumb over his hand. “I just think I need a little… guidance?”

He smiled warmly, placing his free hand on your hip, the other one bringing your own to his lips, letting him place tiny kisses over your knuckles. This was his type of 'of course, I'll do it for you'.

Soon, he was slowly taking off your clothes, kissing you and down your neck as you squirmed against him in anticipation. Then you tugged on his shirt, and he growled at the feeling of your nails digging into his flesh over the material.

You felt weak in the knees, which made him guide you to sit on the bed with just your underwear on, he quickly got rid of his clothes too, kneeling on the floor before you.

The pads of his fingers traced over your outer thighs, sliding right to your knees to spread your legs apart. You squirmed, cheeks warming from embarrassment when his eyes moved down, watching how excited you were. “All this for me?” he asked teasingly, fingers grazing your underwear.

Your legs shook slightly from such a foreign feeling, someone other than you, touching you in such a way, making your breath irregular. Your legs tried to close on him, but he held them apart with one hand, the other tracing all the shapes under the thin material of your underwear.

“May I take them off?” Simon asked, looking back at you, his eyes almost black from the way his pupils dilated. The nod of your head didn't convince him enough. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Y-Yes, you may.” you stuttered out, supporting your body with your hands behind you to lift your hips. He smiled, kissing your inner thigh before pulling your underwear down your legs.

He got up, playing with your hair as he guided you to lie back on the pillows behind you. You complied, lying your head down, legs closed, and pulled up to cover yourself as your hands mindlessly landed on your face.

He kneeled on the bed, rubbing your legs again, this time not spreading them. Simon leaned forward, your legs flattening against the bed to accommodate him. You looked at him through your fingers and bit your lip, so close to apologizing for your behavior.

“Please, don't hide from me.” he said quietly, voice husky and calm. You sighed and moved your hands away, placing them on his sides. “There you go.” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your jaw, moving down to leave more on your neck.

You gasped, not even aware when you spread your legs. His fingers traced the inside of your thigh, easing his way to your hole that clenching around nothing. Teasing it with his thumb, his teeth grazing over your shoulder just enough to keep you conscious in the moment with him.

You gasped at the feeling, almost moaning when, seconds later, his free hand poured some lube onto his calloused fingers, helping him ease his way into you, one finger at a time. It felt like nothing you experienced before. The slow rolls of his fingers against the spongy spot inside made your toes curl slightly, gripping the pillow under your head with one hand, bringing it close enough to hide your face in.

“S'that okay?” he cooed above you, nose nudging yours to help you look back at him. He loved the way your eyes looked, pretty and glossy with arousal, lips parted in soft gasps. He loved the smell of your skin and the taste it left on his lips. Simon loved you.

You kept your eyes closed when he leaned back to roll the condom over his shaft. The glimpse you got when your eyelids fluttered made your head dizzy. The sight of him slowly pumping his cock between your legs, helping the aching of it before he pulled the protection all the way to the base.

You whimpered, seeing how hard he was just from touching and kissing you. He was also big. Now, your mind only focused on his girthy length, so eager to finally feel you. You bit your lip, seeing him ease his fingers in and out of you, scissoring them around.

The waiting made you more anxious, seeing how patient he was helped you, of course. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to stop your body from reacting.

Your walls clenched around him, making it more difficult for him to move, the friction getting uncomfortable. You squirmed, trying to fight the feeling in silence, but despite your attempts, Simon noticed it.

The thrusts of his fingers slowed down, watching if that helped, but soon enough, he sighed. “Those things take time, baby… Relaxing a little would help.” his warm smile made you reach down to caress his forearm.

You nodded your head slowly, trying to catch a breath as you felt him ease his fingers out of you, lining his cock with your entrance. He looked at you for consent before trying to push the tip inside.

Your walls tightened around it, not even allowing it to slip in. Your jaw clenched in frustration, and you rolled your eyes at the feeling. It wasn't as painful as it was uncomfortable, but the more you thought about it, the worse it felt

“Or if you want to stop…” he continued, catching your gaze as he pulled away, soothing your entrance, slowly rubbing it with his tip in circles.

“No, I…” you started but quickly threw your head back with embarrassment. “I don't know, I'm sorry.” you whispered, closing your eyes, feeling how teary they got.

Anxiety, stress, embarrassment, maybe fear? All those emotions mixed within you made you shake slightly, irritated with your body. But Simon didn't feel the way you did. He wasn't frustrated or mad, just slightly worried.

“It's okay, do not ever apologize for something like this.” he shook his head and slowly kneaded your inner thighs with one hand. The other one rested atop your knee, slowly caressing it with his thumb. “I'm happy you trusted me enough to give this a try.”

“Really?” you asked, throat a little dry. Simon just nodded, leaning over to the bedside table, and took a bottle of water from under it. He handed it to you and smiled, helping you to get up, before grabbing some wet wipes.

“Of course, love. There's no need to rush, or anythin'.” he assured, slowly moving the wipe between your legs, cleaning you up as you were drinking. “We can just stay here and rest, you don't need to worry about this.”

His massive form moved from the bed again, and a smile appeared on his lips. He pulled his sweatpants back onto himself, throwing the condom away before sitting next to you, pulling your own underwear back onto your body.

His fingers caressed your warm cheeks, watching you try to catch your breath and calm down. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You did great, you know?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “I didn't do anything.” you whispered and looked up, catching his dark eyes, observing your reactions.

“You did a lot. It takes a lot of courage to get vulnerable like that. Yeah, we didn't go all the way, but it was so much already.” he calmed you, lying down next to you to wrap his arm around your waist. Hiding his face in your hair, he kissed the side of your head. “Get some rest, we can leave it for another day.”

You did as he said, muscles slowly relaxing beside him, hearing him hum in approval as your nails started tracing his tattoos. Your heartbeat slowed down, matching his that you could feel on your side. The night ended with both of you sleeping in each other's arms. More confident and happy to be with him, and to trust him like this again in the future. Sooner or later, you knew you wanted this. Tonight didn't go as you two planned, but you were yet to realize it's okay if you need to take more time.

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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 5 months

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You can totally delete this if it makes you uncomfortable or you just don't want to answer or anything

trigger warning : period (?)

I know you didn't describe Pup's body (and that's so great)

But i was wondering, in a world where they are afab (assigned female at birth), how would they react if they have periods?

Would their old base had shamed Pup of them? Or would Pup have something, like a treatment, to not have them?

How would Pup react if they got their period and it got a stain on their bed sheets or uniform?

(Not me again projecting myself because I have my period at the moment lmao)

✨️ anon

Yes, I like to keep most stuff for Pup gender free so that people are able to picture them being a guy/gal/non-binary wolf-person if they like! However I will happily write a lil something for if they were AFAB and had periods ☺️

You sighed and thunked your head back into the pillows, cursing softly as you felt a dreaded wetness pooling between your legs and an aching burn work itself through your tummy. Your period had started. With a small whimper you sat up and reached out for the lamp, standing away from the bed and sighing with relief when you realised that by some miracle you hadn't stained the bed yet.

However your pyjamas were another story.

There was nothing else for it, you had to raid your drawers and steal yourself to the bathroom so that you could shed them and get something to quell the bleeding. Luckily the house was quiet and dark, Ghost was asleep. At least that was something - you wouldn't have to face him seeing your dirty clothes and questioning why you were up past lights out.

After getting changed you headed to the kitchen and stuck your pyjamas into the washing machine, not thinking of anything else but hiding all evidence that you'd made a mess. Once all was clean, you breathed a little sigh of relief and sat cross legged in front of the washing machine, watching as the dark compartment filled with sloshing water and began to spin.

You were glad for being able to just deal with it right away, not having to worry about anyone else see you or judge you. The cramping, still blazing on low in your belly, reminded you of the training sessions you’d have at Branhaven, sometimes performing so badly in your dizzied and weakened state that you’d be sent to the kennels as punishment. Sometimes of course they’d catch you out from the blood on your clothes and send you off just for knowing you were on your cycle, ‘predicting’ that you’d just be a nuisance. The rest of the day would be spent clutching yourself like a feeble child, feeling dirty and sweaty the whole time until you were able to leave and change. It worse if you were actively on a mission, any little mistake would be blamed on your ‘condition’, and you’d be constantly threatened with abandonment.

“What’re you doin’ up then, ay?”

You jumped, not expecting Ghost to walk in on your late night contemplating. He shone a torch low at your feet, but from his shadowy position you could see that he was only in his boxers and t-shirt, his unmasked face was squinting out at you in the dark.

“Sorry, Ghost,” you murmured sheepishly. “Didn’t mean to wake you. I had some- I had to wash my pyjamas.”

“Alright…and why’s that?” He asked, rubbing his bleary eyes with the back of his free hand.

“My um- my period came,” you sighed.

Ghost’s head lifted in understanding. He flicked the light on at that wall, causing you both to blink furiously. In the cold harsh light, you found your cheeks warming, now embarrassed that he was having to deal with you. You just hoped he wasn’t going to be annoyed about your upcoming performance the next day…

“You need anything?” He asked, crossing the room to the cupboard he usually kept the first aid kit in. “I got some paracetamol here if you’re feelin’ sore. Can get you a hot water bottle if you’d like?”

You blinked, not quite prepared for his pragmatism until you reminded yourself of exactly who you were dealing with. Of course Ghost would be understanding. It was obvious now, you smiled and nodded and then gratefully took the pills and glass of water he’d prepared for you.

“Go get yourself comfy n’ lie down, Pup. I’ll get your hot water bottle to you once it’s ready.”

You were about to tell him he didn’t need to go to the trouble but he shot you a hard look that wasn’t easy to disagree with. Easier to just go along with it, you decided.

“Thanks, Ghost,” you said softly, smiling when he grunted his acknowledgement.

After you were settled in bed, Ghost soon joined you again and tucked the fluffy hot water bottle under the covers for you. Even after that though, he remained when you expected him to leave. He settled by your side and ran a hand over the top of your head, softly fussing at your ears until you let out a content purr like sound.

“Poor thing,” he cooed, cupping his hand over your cheek. “We’ll need to go easier tomorrow, huh?”

“We don’t have to,” you yawned, blinking back the sleep that darkened the corners of your vision. “I’ll still be putting in the effort for you Ghost.”

“I know you will, Pup,” he chuckled. “I know. We’ll see how you get on. Just do me a favour and get a good nights sleep, darlin’”

You rolled your eyes at him, but nodded. He was too nice sometimes you thought, he’d be such a pushover if you ever tried to take advantage. Not that you wanted to.

“Night Ghost,” you yawned. “Thank you…”

#reign down on me

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adoregojo · 3 months

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1967 ➡︎ isagi.y x reader

IM ALIVE!! YAHOOOOO!! btw i have an exam in a few hours, and here where my sudden passion for writing comes back. anyone enjoy this isagi x reader fic here. btw readers gender is unmentioned.

something was always missing from isagi yoichi's life.

the symbolizes dull blue man remains in his place, examining the disgustingly rich guests passing him with the priceless cologne reeking to his lungs and everywhere making it impossible to ignore and trying to not block his nose holes was a challenge itself.

it was in the fact that he didn't want to be here, the urge to isolate himself eventually loses against his duty. being a man, a soldier who was protecting nothing but the greediest class poor excuse of a human beings.

Isagi would've like to say he was one of hundreds who excepted this job, but he wasn't unfortunately. more like he was pushed into it so his so called comrades could take a free ride out of their job.

he let out a breath, it was just to guard the gate until the show ends, right? he'll just go with the flow for now. like he always does.

half of the shows were ridiculous if you ask him, what was so funny about a man beaming his loathing into dark jokes, isagi could never get the rich humor, not like he ever wanted to. he was sure half of these laughs were focused on and he couldn't find it in himself to even spare a smile.

the other display was a musical performance, a tribute by a group of people spreading imitation melody his ears were abhorrent by. this song was so dusty he couldn't believe that some actually clapped for that. affluent were easy to impress, he guessed.

and for the end and final play was about to begin, and finally he'll be done with this crap and leave this stump of a place. go to the bar and have a drink or two will do that,,

there he could see a somone who was he could guess in is age on the stag peeking nervously behind the curtain, clung to it for your dear life. he couldn't get a good picture out of you nor your face before the show started,,

you took a deep breath in and out, something you do every time to keep yourself at bare minimum of sanity. peeping through wouldn't hurt, but it hits so hard how countless of people were there caused you sudden stomach aches.

the worst part that all of them came out obviously disinterested! not even paring down a glance to the stag you were gonna stand up at in the next six minutes. you were in you twenties and feeling this anxious should've been in the past, well guess old habits die hard.

you told yourself that your were here to give off a show that non of these cheap moneybags that'll never escape one's mind.

even if you felt your soul leaving your body as you step out to everyone's eyes judging from your body to your face and appearance whole, fighting the urge to melt out of humiliation was strong yet you were far capable.

it was now or never.

a dose of confidence washed over you as the music played, it was meant to be a soothing melody that made the audience feel the pure emotion out of every movement you made.

this was your life, to dance. not for others, but for yourself. humans were nothing but just the witnesses to your purpose of existence. this is where you felt alive, closing your eyes to the endless void that grasped you tightly than any other creature could.

guiding the tips of your feet in it meant placement of the dance, where the gravity is losing against you and floating was viable. where no one could tell you what to do with the occult place you rot into.

let them see since that'll be the only thing they can do.

this wasn't like anything isagi saw.

it was not about the music, the audience, it was about the person who managed to take his heart and soul to their performances. every movement made his heart swirling in endless fondness.

he couldn't take his overset eyes off, he couldn't find it in his heart to even blink 'cause if he did so he'll miss it and it'll end before he knows. the depths of his obscure soul felt pure something you only feel when you watch people on the big screen yet it lifted your heart to it.

isagi's mind doesn't process the fact that the melody was long gone and echoing sounds of clapping and cheering were unheard, this is where the world, the universe itself were at a halt.

you raised up from your bowed state. something called, it was begging you to turn around and spare it a glance. and you did unintentionally, there you were meet by the most beautiful set of an eyes adoring you ceaselessly.

you were sweaty and definitely had a few flying out of place locks, but that man tenderly gaze embracing you says otherwise. out of all those people, out of them all he outshined them.

yet the locked eye contact doesn't last, it had to end before you had any chance to talk to him. to even approach him before being dragged out.

well, isagi did end up at the bar he wanted to be in. and it didn't feel this empty before. caressing the glass of hallway wine with his thumb, until he sees his sad reflection on then persuades to hide his face in his arm's elbow. he looked like an old man grieving over his youth. and most of all he felt hopeless.

isagi was mostly selfless, putting others needs over his. but this one time he felt like this is what he needed the most, what his heart yearns for and you were taken away from him in a brief second.

maybe if he wasn't so damn busy memorized he would've managed to move his legs instead of rotting in his place while watching you go.

and what the worst of this all was the so little chance of meeting you again was making him go insane! and above all you were gifted and so, so dazzling and isagi was just.. him. a guy that was way beyond where you stood, just watching you should be a blessing itself.

but that wasn't it, this feeling of deep despair all he wanted was to run back to the stage and look for you. this weirdly strange passionate about someone he just saw was foreign.

all this thinking was making him a madman, ruffling his hair in frustration.

"need a company? looking a bit lonely."

a bit taken aback, isagi's shifted towards the voice. oh, oh. oh fuck, it was you.

he could faint right here and now.

you could faint right here and now.

shit- you couldn't get a grip on approaching the guy, the same guy that you kept thinking about all day living in your head rent free. you were real smooth with your words, weren't?

to be surprise, the man was quite popular. being one of the famous men in his squad, and basically a man of a noble while you were just you, a dancer who travels around the world to achieve your dream.

you figured his name was isagi, isagi yoichi. you burned that name over your head. trying not to call him by his name, to try it out sliding down your mouth. but he would definitely see you as a creep, especially for looking around asking about him.

meeting him again had to be a miracle itself, at first you didn't even want to take a step towards his path. but seeing his drink his sadness away, and deep down you felt if you don't take a step he'll float away forever.

and now he was was sitting there while staring at you aimlessly, did you say something? a bit seconds before he finally spoke. "oh- yeah, i mean sure if y'know, you wanted to. no pressure." isagi stuttered.

you sent him a pleasant smile before taking a seat beside him, as you asked for a cocktail. the heavy feelings of the isagi's eyes pouring on you like he could believe you were actually there. you were glad that the man wasn't drunk yet.

"drinking a lot tonight, huh?" you said, dragging him back out of whatever dreamy place he was in. just then he quickly fixed his posture, it was cute, you thought. he looked like a dork as he cleared his throat.

"i think this is my last one." isagi says, pushing away the glass to get potty over you instead. "um, your performance. it was.. amazing."

"glad you like it, you also did a good job in guarding me." you laughed a bit, it a nervous one since this man words held so much more of a meaning in them you just couldn't handle such words as a little of red creeped into your cheeks.

"psh, it was nothing worth mentioning. i was just standing there while you were, just so breathtaking."

"really?"

"really, really. I couldn't stop staring." isagi cooed, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. his eyes remained away from you as he said these words, he really hoped they sounded genuine as he felt and not come out as a creep. to his surprise he heard you chuckling, and if it wasn't the loveliest thing his ears are hearing.

"you're just so charming aren't you, isagi?" you didn't even realise the name slipping out, it felt so natural like you were the innate one to chime it.

isagi eyes widen, your rhythmical voice flow which captivate his emphasis of a soul over you. this spark swirling around his entrails making his breaths at halt. when did he become such a nervous wreck? yesterday it was isagi history of spurning the slightest hints of getting in a relationship, due for him finding it difficult to let his feelings flow freely. and the missing flicker was now found by someone who spoke his name once, and he couldn't find his heart to stop pounding so rapidly.

"you know my name?" he somehow managed to let out despite the regarding fact the air ran out from his lungs, yet it came out breathlessly.

you rolled your eyes playfully, "you're kind of popular around here so it wasn't so difficult to find out." said you, twirling the straw of your decayed cocktail, you glance back to see the man huffing a small laugh. he utterly and completely handsome with that carefree smile that you felt like a teenager girl with her silly crush.

"and it's, yn. if you were interested." you added.

if he was interested? like hell he is, the man was down on his knees if that meant getting to know you. fuck, he was so interested that he could drain his soul for you to tell him everything you please. but truthfully, putting a name to such a pretty face felt like a piece of puzzle was getting connected to it perfect place.

"interested? i am honoured i must say, miss yn." isagi had no idea he had this kind of sappy side within him, especially when he made you giggle coyly, and all he can feel is his heart racing. what was he? a teenage boy going all giddy with his crush? he blamed you for making him feel this young again, and damn if it didn't feel good to feel this bloom once again.

and before you even realise it, it was time to end this bright moment. peeking at the clock, you had another show tomorrow and it hits you like a rock. isagi had his own magic to make time go by the blue. standing up slowly you faced the face of a confused man, "i must take my leave. i have a show tomorrow night, and it was lovely talking to you isagi yoichi."

part of you felt dumb, the man was probably just lonely and he'll soon forget about by the day. as much as loving you felt next to him, you were no mind reader to see how he truly felt. you wished you weren't so bad with these things, especially when the wave was telling you that the man ahead of you was a man of a name. how could all your confidence wash away with a small tear of thought.

you could feel the disappointment taking over the soldier's face, as if his face was begging you to stay longer even for a brief second. you were gonna give in, but honestly, would he have approached you if the roles were reversed?

you didn't even let the man finish his sentence before walking fast out of the bar, suddenly the air was suffocating and you took a deep breath. and here it was again, the black void sky hinted by the stars with the moon outshining it. a wave of air hits you making you shrivel, perhaps it was the cold, perhaps it was the shallow you felt.

you wished would turn around and see him, running after you. but what did you expect from this, were your standards truly that high? you were a traveler, you shouldn't connect your heart with anyone's. soon you'll be leaving and be left heartbroken just like every other person did.

what now? you were just standing in the middle of a bar, cold and shivering. that was stupid, you should just go home and get drunk to sleep.

"wait! lady yn!"

you falter at the voice of isagi, did he actually came? were you imagining this? turning around, and in fact you weren't imagining a thing. it was actually isagi huffing and puffing for air, he actually ran all the way here, he ran after you. with his hands on his knees. a last breath before he met your eyes, and all you could think was how his eyes could take over the sky itself.

for a while he just stood there awkwardly, like he doesn't even know why he ran here. before he took off his black coat, taking a hesitation steps towards you. gently warping it around your body, the man handled you so steadily like a you were made of glass he could break by any wrong move.

you grip on the warm fabric, it was slightly bigger than you and so, so balmy. it felt like a hug. you glance back at the man who was staring instantly at you, you felt hot under his strange gaze, like he was eating you whole. you couldn't help but shrinking yourself. quickly he jolted back to his usual self, coughing there and there trying to hide his embarrassment.

"it's cold outside, take this to keep you warm." said isagi, avoiding your face with all costs. you nodded your head. trying to calm your raging heart.

you watch as isagi take a final breath, like he finally decided to what to say next. "um, if you like. i could be your guardian at your next show. whatever it is, I'll be there by your side." he spoke firmly, this time he stood bravely. like a boy confessing his feelings.

you don't know why but you found yourself laughing, laughing so hard you had to cover your mouth. this is what you wished for, the one you waited to follow you whatever you go is standing right in there. a one that'll held on to you for the everlasting. your wish to perform with your most loved one by your side was no longer a beyond reach dream but a meant destiny.

"you have to take me out to dinner first, mister isagi yoichi."

you see as a beam draw it way to isagi's face, you spoke the words he couldn't. he took your hand in his gloved once, it was a perception fit, the missing piece of puzzle, pressing his lips lovingly against your cold knuckles, "only if you wouldn't run away this time, miss yn ln." he chuckled.

and here where your life was completed

have a nice day everyone! wish me luck for my exam ;)

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #yoichi x reader #isagi x you #isagi x y/n #isagi yoichi x you

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amethysts-tavern · 6 months

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A Moment of Magic.

Gale’s Weave scene with Tav from his POV, ‘cause why not?

Gender neutral, good-aligned, red-headed bard Tav.

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You catch a glimpse of Tav from across the campsite. Gods, they’re beautiful. You can’t help but notice how the firelight shines off their auburn locks and gives their cheeks a warm glow. They were smiling at something Karlach had said, playfully swatting at the fiery tiefling.

You had asked Tav to join you tonight after dinner. Maybe it will bring the two of us closer together. But to what end? You had been smitten with Tav from the moment your hands touched while you were on the other side of the malfunctioning portal - the gentle way their fingers grasped yours - then the way they cocked their head and smiled softly as you introduced yourself. As the days progressed, your affections for them only grew when you learned more about their kind nature, their eagerness to help those in need, and their fierce loyalty to their friends.

Maybe this whole idea is silly. It’s not like there can be any real future between us, seeing as I might explode at any moment. And what if they don’t feel the same? Am I prepared to feel that rejection again so soon?

Truthfully, it had been over a year since you and Mystra had called it quits, but sometimes it felt like yesterday. You missed her. Or rather, you missed what she represented to you. Calling up an illusion of her visage, you feel a momentary calm, only to be shaken from your reverie when Tav approaches.

“She’s pretty,” Tav says from somewhere behind you.

“Oh you startled me. I was miles away,” you reply, dismissing the illusion and feeling a bit embarrassed that you were caught looking at images of your ex-lover in front of the one you hoped to someday be a current lover.

You begin to tell Tav what magic means to you. How it’s everything you’ve ever known, ever wanted, and ask if they are interested in experiencing some of it for themself. They agree! You show them an easy spell - dancing lights. Really anyone could perform this spell with the right tutelage, but you’re hoping that Tav doesn’t know that. You watch and laugh inwardly as they over-perform the somatic components. But smile as their lips wrap around the words of the verbal component of the spell, breathing life into the magic. Finally, you ask them to look within themself and picture the concept of harmony (that should be easy for them, seeing as they’re a bard). And their dancing lights begin to take shape - a twinkling glow in the dusk of night. You feel the Weave surrounding you both and you wonder what it feels like for them. For you channeling the Weave was always accompanied with scents of warm spices like cinnamon and cloves with a just hint of citrus and a sense of peaceful serenity unlike anything you’ve ever experienced outside of the Weave. Almost like a homecoming.

Tav steps back from their conjured lights and brushes into your hand with theirs. Accidentally, or on purpose, you’re not sure, but your heartbeat picks up as the Weave connects you. It’s intimate, like you’ve always known it to be. And now you are sharing it with Tav. You can sense their emotions, you can feel their deepest desires. All they have to do is share them.

There are no words needed as Tav shares a thought of tenderly kissing you, which leads to a more passionate kiss. Your eyes grow wide at the idea. Have they seen through my ruse to bring them over here? But what about the orb? But… oh! What a glorious thought this is! Maybe we can find a way to make this work… but don’t get ahead of yourself, Gale. You don’t want to detonate all over them!

“I wasn’t expecting…” you start. “But it is a pleasant image to be sure! Most pleasant. Most welcome,” you say, as your gaze into their eyes intensifies. But just as quickly as it enveloped you, you begin to feel the Weave evaporate around you, wisping off into nothingness. “Oh, there it goes. How easily things slip away from us, no matter how hard they were in the obtaining.”

You wish you could share more with this lovely creature who stands before you. More of the Weave, more of you, more of those intimate thoughts. But you know that you must call it a night and ponder the future. You have to ask yourself if it’s worth telling Tav how desperately you crave the kisses they envisioned. It wouldn’t be fair to them to start a relationship tonight when you could be gone tomorrow. So instead, you step back and bid them a good night. There would be more discussion in the morning… but tonight, you will sleep with your thoughts full of the lovely auburn-haired bard on the other side of the camp.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale romance #bg3 gale #gale x reader

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evilwickedme · 8 months

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When I was in twelvth grade my school brought in a trans man to talk about his experience and I wanted him to know so bad that I had changed my name and that I accepted him and I was weirdly jealous in a way I did not understand bc I was perfectly happy being a teenage girl, right? In eleventh grade I decided I wouldn't shave my legs for a year because I was sick of beauty standards and then my dad time me I was hairier than him so obviously there was something wrong and when I got diagnosed with pcos my parents dragged me to laser hair removal, and then reminded me I needed to keep going every few months. I kept going, even though I hated it. I miss my leg hair. When I was 15 I changed my name. When I was 18 I shaved my all the hair on my head off even though I'd always loved my curls because they were too damaged to deal with anymore, and when a haredi man approached me to ask me if I wanted to put on tefillin, mistaking me for a boy, I spent the rest of the week strangely giddy and entirely unable to take it out of my mind, even though he'd immediately taken it back. I used to say before I came out as bi that I was an ally and didn't want to speak over queer voices, and I said the same thing about trans people, but I kept feeling like I had some much to say, like this mattered in ways I couldn't put into words. I've wanted a hysterectomy for years, and was devastated to learn it's incredibly unlikely that a doctor would agree to perform the procedure, since I was a young woman.

I thought, again and again, about that man. He thought he was a lesbian for the longest time. He used to avoid gendering himself, even in an incredibly gendered language, had gotten so used to it it came naturally. His partner considered herself a lesbian, except for him. I didn't know how to feel about that. What does it mean to keep your identity static when the people you love change around you. Is it easy to accept?

I changed my pronouns to she/they, then they/them, then in Hebrew I said please pick either she/her or he/him but stick to one or the other, then I said stick with he/him in Hebrew, then I switched to they/he. I said I was a demigirl, then I said I was nonbinary but didn't feel comfortable being called trans, then I started applying the trans umbrella to myself, then I said was transmasc. Around me so many of my friends were transitioning, mtf, ftm, exploring using gender neutral pronouns before settling back on their agab, exploring gender neutral pronouns and stopping there. A friend of mine told me that they were jealous of me because I was so sure of my identity as a person in their early twenties, while they were thirty and only just discovering themself. Did I know my identity? I wasn't sure. Another friend told me, they're currently nonbinary but they could see a future where they detransition. I cannot understand why my mtf friend was so sure she's a girl, when I didn't know, I had no clue, I didn't know where to go from here.

I thought of that man again.

I wanted to take my tits off and put them back on again and take them off again, just to see how it felt. I bought a binder, I told my parents it's just to fit into my button up shirts. I hadn't worn a dress or a skirt since the year after I graduated high school. I stopped wearing bras. I wore a button up shirt and a blazer whenever I could. I tried to find myself in the performance of gender.

I changed my named when I was just about to turn to fifteen, and a teacher followed me from middle school to high school, and she asked me if I was still going by that, cause she wasn't sure if I'd meant it, if it would've stuck. It stuck for ten years, even as I asked myself, is this really what I want? Is this my name? Would it be okay if I changed my name again, is it allowed? I told everyone who'd listen it's okay to changed your name for any reason, at any time.

I don't remember that man's name. I don't remember most of his story. I remember picturing him walking around, remember wishing I could pretend I wasn't a girl just for an evening. I wanted...

Well.

#transmasc #genderqueer #trans #nonbinary #queer #lgbtqa+#gail speaks #or maybe.#daniel speaks #jew tag

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poulpemou · 2 months

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Happy Valentine's Day! It's the perfect day to proselytise aroace Kiran from Fire Emblem Heroes!

As the "protagonist" of a gacha game, AKA a soft harem game, it only makes sense for the self-insert character to be aroace! Got folks of all genders throwing themselves at you for no understandable reason? Got people taking your lack of interest as a personal challenge? Why, that sounds like the perfect setting for a character to realise and/or profess their aroace-ness!

Here are some satisfied testimonies from our existing representatives!

"Wow I had no idea Fjorm felt this way? Why? Since when? I thought she and Laegjarn were dating?"

"Uhhhhh Gunnthrá said what?????????"

"Do people know I have a job and responsibilities? I have a lot going on, I don't have time for this kind of stuff, do people realize we're at war like 24/7 and I'm literally the only person keeping this place from falling apart and—"

"How come it's always the girls confessing their love to me but not the guys? I mean I'm not into dudes but that doesn't mean I can't be. Actually, who says I'm not? Oriented aroaces exist and—"

"Hey Alfonse. Bro. Are we or aren't we partners. Are we or aren't we the perfect unit if we could be combined into one. Have you ever heard of Steven Universe by the way? Or of this thing called QPR?"

"How come Plumeria is always shit-talking me about lewdness when I literally didn't do anything? Like ok yeah I poked her, but I literally poke everyone? Also what's up with my dreams? Has she heard of this thing called intrusive sexuality that literally doesn't mean anything—"

"Hey, so, I don't know how to say this, Seiðr, but I don't want a baby and I also don't want to be a deadbeat parent, and also Gullveig and Kvasir keep saying things about feelings but I have no idea where that's coming from. Don't even get me started on Heiðr."

"Why are girls weird around me? Am I actually just a cat and never noticed? Is that why they keep petting me and cooing at me? I was just a cat this whole time and no one had the heart to tell me I'm not human?"

"You love me? Aw, thanks, I love you too! I love all of my friends!"

"What is love? Baby don't hurt me. Oh wait this song doesn't exist in Askr..."

"What do you mean they think I'm flirting!!!!!!!! What the heck is a flirting!!!!!! I'm literally just being a good friend what!!!!!!!!"

"I love Day of Devotion! It's a day where you're devoted to your loved ones! Yeah of course all my friends are my loved ones, what do you mean?"

"So when two people like each other very much, they perform this ceremony called ally-supporting, and for some reason people blush when they reach A-tier. I think it's because it's a very important milestone that happens to take place in what looks like a church, and they're afraid to look like they don't belong in a church. Something about Askran churches must seem very intimidating."

"Oh wow you have feelings for me for real? I thought people were just saying that for the bit."

"Oh wow you have feelings for me for real? Can you describe what what's like? I've never understood it and people take it really badly when I ask."

"So back in my world, we have this event called Asexuality Awareness Week taking place during the Harvest Festival, and this other event called Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week that takes place a week after the Day of Devotion."

"Hey does garlic bread exist here? Anyone got any cake?"

"I don't know any of these people. They keep wanting to talk to me and be friends. Well ok. I don't get it but I guess it's my job to ensure troupe morale. I thought that would be Sharena's job but I haven't seen her in forever. Sacrifices for the cause, I guess."

"What do you mean they think I'm flirting!!!!!!!! What the heck is a flirting!!!!!! I'm literally just being polite what!!!!!!!!"

Join today and headcanon your summoner as aroace! Add a layer of complexity to a silent character and off-the-rails writing! You may be entitled to emotional compensation!

#tofurambles #feh #fe kiran #acespec #arospec #so kiran canonically forms a strong bond and attachment to alfonse specifically so idk they qualify as aplatonic/loveless #(i am neither aplatonic nor loveless so i don't want to step on any toes)#buuuuut it would be hilarious if they ARE apl/loveless and alfonse is just like #their most competent and/or tolerable coworker #and that that is why they're so stuck on him #''i can't win this war without you. you are the only person here who actually does his job.''

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I absolutely love your chubby!Steve series!

I think partly because it challenges the fckng fatphobia my family has raised me with, acting like anyone who doesn't "fit" into their clothes anymore is fat and that's bad. Which *i* think is fckng stupid. I'm personally more at ease with my body. While being skinny (always was) ... ever since puberty or hitting my 20s I'm not a stick figure. I have some curves and while that's really nice if you feel comfortable in a woman's body - i've been struggling with gender and my little tummy fat, my thighs, my ass and always felt too feminine. I know I have a nice body (I feel strange about saying that) but in my eyes it's a lot of femme sexy not masc sexy. If it makes sense. But to get to the point 😂 I think your series has helped me too with reevaluating my depiction of whats masc and what's femme. And also how curves on men are hot and good and beautiful.

I'm obviouely not 100% there and probably won't ever be. But it helped a tiny bit! So pleaaaaaase never stop!! It's so good!

I really hope this all makes sense

(at first I wanted to make this anon but I'm gonna be brave about it! And yes it would be okay posting this publicly. But you can also answer if you want, privately)

hello friend!! ty for being brave and sending this! im so so so glad you’re enjoying them!!!

sorry i’m only just answering this too i kept thinking about what i wanted to say bc i never expected these stories to cause these kinds of thoughts. but it’s so cool!!

there is something so interesting about the way androgyny is so connected to thinness. and curves with femininity. like i saw an insta reel and this girl was doing butch outfit inso but she was a bigger, curvy woman and it kinda blew my mind like id never seen it before! they looked great!!

like masculinity and femininity is performance but i totally get the frustration of like having to counteract your ‘base’ in order to perform the way you feel most comfortable. if that makes sense. like i so often want a t-shirt to fit me like it would a skinny skater boy but i also think i look pretty hot naked haha and i know that’s me with my traditionally ‘feminine’ body shape. so i feel like i get what ur saying? sorry if i’m way off

but yeah i’m also sorry you’ve been struggling with your gender i hope it hasn’t been too dysphoric for you!

its just really interesting that you’ve sent me this tho. when thinking about like, how everyone interprets art differently. like, i honestly just started writing them bc i find bigger people really attractive. i wasn’t really trying to say anything about fat phobia but i totally see how it’s all connected. like i just think bellies are hot and i find peoples chests hot, like, boobs or pecs, whatever, its just a really nice, beautiful area. so i kinda wanted to just get that attraction out in writing because im trying to be less embarrassed about what turns me on. maybe that's why i write eddie so goofy, thats me still being a little embarrassed but also just maybe makes it all more accessible to people. idk.

but yeah i guess it’s just nice to talk about different body types, especially with such a traditional american male character like steve. i’ve just never found like a six pack very attractive, personally. i find strength and curves and softness and bigness really nice so idk i hope i’m giving a little more representation to that.

#hotlunch #ask #<3 #ty for sending this really #i’m so glad it could help you #i hope my reply makes sense kinda?#what you said just made me think about a lot of different things #chubby steve harrington

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Hi @mysticarts! :D my brain just threw a random idea in the middle of 3 pm- (A headcannon tho.)

Idea abt my lmk oc: What if Ren planned to go to the school were Ling is studying at to cause some havoc, but instead unintentionally became a student because of this. (Note: I will sometimes switch Ren pronouns to she/They. Sorry if this gets confusing.)

It started where a mundane day Ren was left being alone in the headquarters .(yes they three built a headquarters in my hcs.)

As the gold and sliver demon brothers left with the plan there doing (Obviously failing and blasting off again like team rocket lol.) So she heads outside get some fresh air, suddenly they see a poster nearby the street light a poster that saids about certainly theater event coming soon.

Here's the thing, Ren in fact LOVES theatre/opera stuffs so immensely she would do anything just to get on a spotlight to shine, and causing mayhem to lietrally everyone after finishing so. Alas the problem is there unable going to school let alone having money to pay off for it. Nevertheless Ren had a plan:

• one is where she'll snatch enough money.

•two go somewhere to create a fake birth certificate, come up with a fake name.

•Three find a perfect disguise (that is flamboyant) to blend in with the other students.

•Four lastly is to make sure research the schools background, then find where the there room is.

Xing (Ren's now fake name) carried the plan so on and forth, now disguising as a normal human being. (Meaning she doesn't has the mask thingy in her face now.) Just imagine she's wearing one of those androgynous outfits or straight up gender envy/non binary ones- (or like the theater kid style.)

Entering the school is a piece of cake, she managed to trick the guard giving their ID stating their a skilled student from a foreign country. The guard let her in, that fool. She was about to find the classroom only to get sidetracked by hearing some music in the halls, their like "Screw this, it'll be fast, Imma go in there! >:)" Goes to the theater room.

Appears in the backstage seeing bunch of students wearing costumes, some practice their lines, some are applying makeup to their face. She guess it's a rehearsal, now deciding she'll act 'nice' asked the nervous student #1 to take her role which succeeded. As the stage is about start so Xing being the skillful actor they are, prepare on memorizing every lines and moves then heads outside of the stage to perform, boy did it shook the entire students and staff. Including the school president, Ling.

I imagine Ling is either here or just came here to watch the rehearsal. I think she would be most shocked at the same time curious on who's this skilled 'newcomer' is.

The stage eneded everyone unexpectedly applause Xing which suprises her sligthy for the first time as no ever compliment nor applause for her compassion of acting other than Yin and Jin, they bowed down thanking the audience then heads out to figure this akward emotion she felt. Unknowing Ling was about to go towards to the disguised newcomer only to be blocked by students crowding.

Bonus: Alt ending where Xing/Ren becomes a member of a drama club and started to attend school like a normal person, with being weird of course..

Feel free to comment a feedback what your thoughts about this! I hope you had a good day/Night! ^^

CDSHAECHWF I LOVE THISS!-

Ling would definitely be suprised watching Xing (Ren) do amazing acting performance. Mostly because Ling loves watching theater, but not doing it.

But here's the thing....Ling can sense power levels like her mom. So Ling has a small suspicion on Ren. But then again, other demons in disguise were going there, so Ling decided not to think much about it.

Ling would watch Xing from afar after that, seeing if she did anything suspicious. Just in case, she wants people in the school to be safe, after all.

Xing would probably already know Ling after they made some friends and overhears them talking about how 'bossy' Ling was. So Xing may or may not have a good impression of Ling

However, I am confused about Ren's age. I mean Ling is a next gen oc, so I'm guessing during the main series, Ren is still a kid, watching others and then when the next generation rolls around, Ren's a teenager-

Anyways, tysm for sharing this to mee!-

#pls ask questions #answering asks #asks #asks open #answered #answered asks

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spacelazarwolf · 1 year

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As a genderqueer, amab Jewish guy who was bullied as a kid specifically through being misgendered, I wanna thank you for bringing up that making "egg" jokes about some people can manifest as an extension of the very same bigotry that I had to face. Cause it's true! Joking that I'm actually a woman is not fundamentally different from joking that I'm actually a girl. It's the same exact joke but spelled out in different words.

Western Cisheteropatriatchy has very strict gender roles, and men who deviate from those roles are considered failures, even if they're adhering to a different culture's gender roles in the process. Sometimes the deviation is in a culture's body image standards, (such as encouraging long hair or make-up,) sometimes it's in a culture's behavioral roles (such as emphasizing meekness or gentleness, or de-emphasizing physique and musculature). My being a "Nice Jewish Boy" would make me a perfectly normal guy in Ashkenazi circles, but in the eyes of western cisheteropatriatchy it makes me a failed and effeminate man, deserving of pity and scorn. Being gay certainly doesn't help, because queer masculinity is often in direct opposition to cisheteropatriatchy, and the more I queer my masculinity the more it feeds into the perception that I'm not "really" a man. And when people look at me and decide to joke at my gender's expense, whether they think they're doing for my benefit or not, all it does is reinforce western cisheteropatriatchy's definitions of masculinity.

And like, the reason I call myself a "genderqueer guy" and not "nonbinary" is because I can't actually figure out if I'm nonbinary or not! All of that, misgendering as a kid fucked up my perception of my own gender. Am I really nonbinary, or do I just feel like a "failed" man cause my culture and sexuality got me bullied for not measuring up to everyone else's definition of masculinity? Getting misgendered as a woman, along with being painful for all the usual reasons, will make that gender journey harder whether I'm nonbinary or cisgender. And if I am nonbinary, then getting clocked as a "non-man" because my performance of masculinity is seen as inherently flawed doesn't help me, because I haven't started performing androgyny yet, I'm just being a normal gay Jewish man.

Egg jokes are fine about people that are out as trans. If I come out as nonbinary, it'd be fine for me or others to joke about how the "boys becoming men" aspect of my Bar Mitzvah felt like it didn't apply to me, cause that was some real egg behavior on my part, wasn't it? But right now, when I'm still figuring this out, I can't tell if that was actually egg behavior or if that was me expressing trauma from frequent and malicious misgendering. Joking about that experience, or about my feminine taste in clothes, or about how something about me gives off the "vibe" that I'd be better off as anything but a man... All it does it reinforce western cisheteropatriarchy, while attempting to turn the trans journey into a public spectacle for other people's consumption.

thank you for sharing this ❤️ i’m so sorry you went through that. i really hope people read this and realize it’s not just jokes, it’s peoples lives

#ask avishai #jewish #jumblr

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harmonyckrs · 4 months

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My Curious family headcanons + some more photos of them in Miitopia

I believe that there are multiple universes and alternate realities in the Sims 2 and that their genders/sexualities would change in some of those alternate realities, but this is generally how I perceive them

Tycho, Nova and Lewis are also included here. Lewis isn't technically a Curious family member but I felt like including him anyway

Also this post is going to be really long. It's going to be divided into Lola/Chloe specific headcanons, then Curious Brother headcanons, followed by a timeline division based on whether the events of the PSP game occur

Lola and Chloe are only around two years older than Jenny, and they use the Elixir of Life to maintain their youth

Lola and Chloe are the same height, and are both taller than Jenny. Chloe sometimes gives off the illusion that she's taller due to the way she and Lola style their hair

Chloe enjoys aerobics and dance, despite being a generally lazy person. Lola engages in aerobics sometimes but only when she's dragged into it by Chloe or Kristen

Lola and Chloe both resent Jenny and the Curious brothers as they believe that Glarn completely abandoned them in favor of his new family

Jenny is aware of Lola and Chloe's existences as Pollination Technician #9 told her about them, and keeps them a secret from her brothers as she was afraid that they would start pestering them with questions

Chloe is agnostic and dislikes astrology, and makes fun of Erin for believing in it. Lola is also agnostic but will humor Erin from time to time because she's not a jerk

Chloe, Lola and Ajay are close friends and Chloe and Ajay will occasionally act as each other's wingmen

Lola likes to buy something as a souvenir every time she visits a new place

Vidcund is the tallest, followed by Lazlo and then Pascal. The height difference between them isn't that big though

Pascal was Glarn's favorite and Lazlo's was Kitty's favorite. Vidcund was the neglected middle child and Jenny was the rebellious older sister who mellowed out once she became an adult

Glarn would make constant comparisons between Pascal and his younger brothers, which caused Vidcund to resent Pascal. Although he tries to be subtle about it, Pascal knows about it and thinks that Lazlo secretly hates him too (he doesn't)

Pascal was one of those people who focused entirely on his studies when he was in school and got really good grades at the expense of having no social life, and Nervous was his first friend

Lazlo was able to get good grades without trying. Vidcund struggled a bit more compared to his brothers but was still able to perform decently well

Vidcund has a hard time making friends and usually makes them through Lazlo introducing him to people. Circe was the first friend that he made on his own

Pascal is sometimes envious of Vidcund and Lazlo being close to each other, and would develop strong feelings of loneliness from time to time

Crystal Vu was someone that Vidcund met through Lazlo. The three of them also smoke weed together

Pascal dislikes Crystal as he believes that she's leading Lazlo on and has ulterior motives for pursuing him (she is and she does). Crystal sees Pascal as Lazlo's overbearing brother who hates fun, and will often make passive aggressive remarks towards him while also making (failed) attempts to turn Lazlo against him

Nervous has listened to Pascal complain about Crystal so many times that he also developed a hatred for Crystal Vu before he even met her. They probably still would've hated each other though, as Crystal is also demeaning towards Nervous and secretly supports the Beakers' actions

Pascal enjoys playing the piano and uses it as a way to de-stress

Lazlo wanted to pursue the adventurer career and become a space pirate but was pressured into becoming a scientist by his parents

Vidcund also wanted to get into show business and become an actor, but chose science because it felt like a safer option

Sometime after Pascal was abducted, he manages to befriend Lazlo who helps him talk to Vidcund and sort our their family issues, helping Vidcund get over his resentment and Pascal with his feelings of loneliness

Pascal, Vidcund and Lazlo become close friends once Tycho is born. What happens to them afterwards depends on the timeline

Good Ending (Tycho never gets kidnapped):

Pascal, Vidcund and Lazlo find out about Chloe and Lola while sorting through Glarn's old stuff, which included a diary. Lazlo attempts to reach out to them through Erin, but they reject him

Lola and Chloe are slightly more receptive to Vidcund, as the three bond over how bad of a father Glarn was to them which later causes them to open up to the rest of the famly. Chloe gets along more with Lazlo, while Lola gets along better with Pascal

Crystal ghosts Lazlo sometime after Nova was conceived. Lazlo later finds out about Nova's existence once Crystal flees Strangetown after her supervillain identity is exposed, and Nova is placed in Lazlo's care instead

Tycho and Nova are good friends, and all of the other children they have are also good friends with each other

Lewis is there too, but grows distant from Nova once she enters private school. Lewis got rejected and envies Nova for getting in, which is why he acts like a dick when they talk to each other again in college

Bad Ending (Vidcund gets mind controlled and kidnaps Tycho):

Chloe and Lola both leave Strangetown before the events of the PSP game, and never reconnect with the rest of their family. Jenny keeps the secret of their existence with her to the grave

Vidcund cuts off contact with Pascal and Lazlo out of guilt and briefly seeks comfort in Circe (nothing romantic, just them bonding over being mind controlled and having their relationships ruined over it) before leaving Strangetown and disappearing almost entirely

Lazlo tries to search for Vidcund but reconnects with Crystal instead and moves to Belladonna Cove with her. The two of them have Nova together before he discovers her secret identity as a supervillain, and leaves her while taking Nova with him

Pascal becomes paranoid and overprotective of Tycho. This causes some conflicts between them once Tycho becomes older, but they still have a decent relationship with each other

Nova and Tycho become pen pals sometime after Lazlo left Crystal. Nova was able to visit Tycho at one point when she was a child, which was also when she met Lewis. However, Nova and Lewis forgot to exchange contacts and don't meet again until college

Tycho and Nova are aware of Chloe, Lola and Vidcund, and sometimes make up stories about what might've happened to them and what they might've been like

There is also a "neutral ending" where Tycho doesn't get kidnapped but Vidcund disappears anyway (he'll return eventually, don't worry). Some premades get a slightly worse fate than they do in the bad ending but it's a small price to pay for everyone else. This one kind of falls under fanfic territory and has a bunch of sim OCs though so I'll save that for another day

#pascal curious #vidcund curious #lazlo curious #lola curious #chloe curious #tycho curious #nova curious #lewis sancho #sims 2 #miitopia #the curious miis

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burningvelvet · 5 months

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finished charlotte brontë's villette today. some more thoughts to add to the collection... (SPOILERS AHEAD!)

- literally WHAT???

- two whole chapters dedicated to a bad drug trip. i wasn't joking in my last villette post when i said it had to take the trophy for weirdest brontë novel ever (starting shirley after this, but just based on the plot synopsis alone i already know it doesn't come close)

- there are SO many parallels between this novel and jane eyre it's truly insane - to the point where it truly feels like a retelling of the jane eyre - with all the fairy tale themes (quite literally acknowledged in the book) but without jane eyre's fairy tale ending

- the main character's love interest, paul emmanuel, is literally charlotte saying: "what if i took mr. rochester, erased all of his sex appeal, and made him way worse in general? okay, that backfired, shit, shit... wait, but then what if i try to make him better later on? okay, this is going well, this is going w— ah, shit, lucy doesn't need him anyway, let's just have him disappear and people can think whatever the fuck they want. i don't really care what they think."

- and apparently charlotte tried to kill him off in the end but her dad made her leave it up to interpretation thinking it wouldn't sell as well if not... so anyway what i'm saying is that this book is for the mr. rochester haters

- i don't even really hate paul but i didn't really feel for his loss either, even though i did learn to tolerate him and like him maybe a little toward the end... but in the main, his character flaws were so striking, and his lack of chemistry with lucy compared to jane/rochester for example, is really to blame for that

- i feel like lucy may be incapable of lasting love and/or she is truly suffering from comphet or gender troubles

- i feel like she had way more chemistry with john whether platonically or romantically. honestly he was one of the most entertaining characters because he felt very real.

- i wonder if villette (based on their frienemy situation) had repressed feelings for ginevra or vice versa because 1) the theatre performance where lucy had to act as ginevra's male lover and fell really really into the role, 2) the fact that they keep up a correspondence, 3) when lucy said ginevra would lean on her like she was her male suitor & it made her uncomfortable, 4) complimenting her beauty & defending her to john despite her dislike of her (this could just be lucy's goodness) 5) lucy's comment to polly where she said she could never love a man OR a woman "in that way you're referring to" (tightly paraphrasing here), 6) lucy analyzing the artwork of naked women & then defending herself to paul, 7) lucy admiring/idolizing madame beck who is described as being masculine, 8) probably many other things i've forgotten

- after reading theories about charlotte and ellen nussy i'm feeling vindicated in my discovery of the queer themes - the novel can be read as being very comphetish (comphet = compulsive heterosexuality; for those of you who may not know, this term was coined by writer/theorist adrienne rich to describe the ways in which lgbt people [she focuses on women] are brainwashed to think they're straight, & the weird symptoms this can cause!)

- i read a spoiler about characters being not who you think they are initially, and so i knew john was dr. bretton, BUT I MISTAKENLY THOUGHT POLLY WAS GINEVRA! and in my last post i made a reference about seeing a lot of adèle varens in "the french girl of the story" but really i see a little bit of adèle in both ginevra and polly - to clarify this point. but i also see how the fairy references re: polly parallel jane - that's about where their comparison ends though.

- anyway the nun plot was interesting but kind of underwhelming. also which we got more time with ginevra's rakish beau.

- might make a whole post just on the comparisons between paul/rochester & paul/lucy & rochester/jane... so many... damn...

#villette #jane eyre #charlotte bronte #charlotte brontë #the bronte sisters #book opinions #book thoughts #book review #the brontes #books #reading #currently reading #my analysis #my opinions #literature #english literature #victorian

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mightyflamethrower · 7 months

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SARAH WEAVER

SOCIAL ISSUES REPORTER

October 06, 20238:36 PM ET

A “tidal wave” of detransitioners have sued their doctors over the transitions they received as minors, with many more to come, lawyers told the Daily Caller.

The law firm Campbell Miller Payne was established in 2023 by lawyers Jordan Campbell, Ron Miller, Josh Payne, and Daniel Sepulveda. The lawyers represent detransitioners in a number of high-profile cases, including Prisha Mosely and Soren Aldaco. Despite the newness of the firm, Campbell tells the Caller that they “average about one potential new client a week.”

“And that’s barely having gotten off the ground.”

“I think, frankly, we’re at the front end of a tidal wave coming the other direction,” Campbell told the Caller, “which is part of the reason I was willing to put my career on the line and go after this.”

Aldaco sued her medical providers for performing a botched mastectomy which left her “nipples literally peeling off of her chest” in July. Mosley alleges that a doctor concluded she was undergoing a “gender identity crisis” after one visit to the emergency room regarding an episode of self-harm, despite multiple comorbidities, such as an eating disorder and depression.

The stories of detransitioners such as Aldaco and Mosley lay out a pattern of alleged medical neglect carried out by doctors who are reportedly too quick to diagnose patients with underlying mental disorders or a history of abuse with gender dysphoria. Patients are often fast-tracked, even at a young age, to irreversible sex change procedures such as cross-sex hormones, genital surgeries, and mastectomies.

“It’s just such flagrant violations of every possible standard of care, from a legal perspective of liability,” Campbell said. “So their stories are powerful because they’re the truth about what’s actually happening.”

Campbell Miller Payne was formed in 2023 by lawyers who were drawn to the stories of detransitioners they were seeing on Reddit and in the media.

“I found myself throwing my hands up and saying well somebody needs to do something I guess. And I felt like, very candidly, like God was saying, ‘hey, that’s why I showed you all this stuff.’ So I got the idea to start a firm, the only firm as I’m aware of, in the country to just represent these people.”

After recruiting Ron Miller to his legal venture, Campbell met with Daniel Sepulveda, a former NFL star with the Pittsburgh Steelers who received a law degree after retiring from the sport. (RELATED: EXCLUSIVE: Rob Gronkowski Gives Outright Hilarious ‘No’ After Question On Men In Women’s Sports)

“I just wanted to catch up with an old buddy,” Campbell explained. “So we got on the phone and I said, ‘Well, it’s interesting, here’s what I’m going to be doing.’ And he said, ‘Well I want to hear more.’ So w e talk a couple more times and he flies in later that week to meet the team and by the end of the week, he said, ‘Okay, I’m.’ And that’s how we came together.”

“I was very eager to jump all over it because it takes every criterion that I was evaluating for what God might have for me next,” Sepulveda said, “an opportunity to work with people I really enjoy working with, on a cause that had a ton of purpose and meaning behind it.”

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gednerbedner · 5 months

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2am rant time. Sorry if it doesn't really make sense.

I don't like to wear my skirts as much as I used to, and it's bugging me.

I was a tomboy for a long time growing up. Shirts and jeans. Didn't get my ears pierced until I was 15 cause I was scared it would hurt. Never liked makeup cause it felt weird going on, and I was scared my eyes would get poked, and lipstick is sticky and horrible, and oh gods don't get me started on washing the makeup off afterwards.

And then I got a little older. It was junior year of high school and covid before I actually got into that stuff. I realized I liked edgy plaid skirts. Makeup can be fun when you actually learn to do it right. I feel more confident if I have eyeliner.

But then, the past year or so. I'd been doing makeup consistently for about three-quarters of my first term at college, but then it got cold. The eczema kicked in in ways I'd never seen before, and I had to stop doing so much makeup. I even got a pretty bad eye infection from pushing it too hard. Luckily I've learned how to handle it for this year, but I still have to be careful to stay on top of my routine and not to overdo the makeup.

Then the clothes. I still liked my skirts, but I got my hands on a flannel and started feeling more butch in it. And sometimes I'd tuck my hair in it, and it would look shorter, and I'd kind of like that. And I started feeling less like wearing my skirts.

I think it was winter break that it started it really started to hit me. I started wearing a lot more jeans and shorts. I started really thinking about it, though I was too scared to say anything.

Fast-forward to now. (On a side note I'm considering reposting a couple of my Gender™️ posts from my old diary account on here, since I don't really use that one anymore. They're not really relevant to now though.) I've more or less settled on calling myself genderfluid, if only to one or two people. I'm like half-out to a handful of my friends, I'm out to my girlfriend, but that's it. And most of the time, that's fine. I wear what I'm comfortable in, and it doesn't usually bother me too much.

But I have started to realize that what I'm comfortable in, and what motivates me to do the laundry when I have to wear it, have changed. I really only wear my skirts for parties or for character performances. And that's a little bittersweet to me.

I know that guys can wear skirts as much as girls can wear pants, and that I'm in a very queer space right now anyways and I shouldn't worry about it. But it feels bad when I try to on a day I'm not feeling it. I do my laundry a lot more frequently, so that I don't have to wear my skirts. And it's confusing to me, because they were very much a good thing for me a couple of years ago. Starting to wear them was when I started actually feeling pretty.

I think it's worse because I really don't want to do much actual transitioning. My name is pretty neutral, so while I have a couple of nicknames and my name I use online, I'm probably not changing it any time soon. I like my body parts, so I'm not looking for any kind of surgery. And I hate both sweat and body hair way too much to actually want testosterone. About the biggest change I've really considered beyond some pronoun adjustments and getting a binder is cutting my hair. And I have family who I'm dependent on who would have a shit fit if I did, so that one is going to have to wait a while.

But with me not wanting to do a lot of "transition"-y things, I think it makes the little things that would normally slot into the grey areas of my gender feel harder to ignore. My skirts feel girly, and I don't want to feel girly most of the time right now. And yet, I still miss them. I remember feeling really cute in them for a couple of years, and in a way, I think they were the first thing I really enjoyed that was heavily gendered. My first source of gender euphoria now feels almost dysphoric. It's confusing, and frustrating.

I'm not sure exactly where I'm going with this. But yeah. As much as I'm happy to be feeling out the more masc sides of my gender and getting comfy there, I miss when I enjoyed my skirts.

#gednerbedner #diary entry #terfs dni #vent post #gender #queer #genderfluidity #genderfluid #trans #transmasc #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #fun fact this is 2 consecutive 2ams #i fell asleep halfway through last night

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hi, I saw you in that big post about the word genderqueer and you said you're basically cis but your other queer identity impacts your gender in a way that's hard to describe? can you elaborate on that?

So you're saying...you want me to describe something...that I've already termed "hard to describe?" No pressure or anything 😂🤣 but sure, I'll do my best. (And thanks for reblogging the post so I could go check it and remember what the heck I was talking about, haha.)

I was AFAB and, being born in the 80s, I didn't have any real language to question my gender much. I didn't know the term "bisexual" until I was in my teens, and I only rarely heard the term "transgender" outside of psych classes until I was well into my thirties, despite hanging out with a pretty queer crowd (stuff like genderqueer and nonbinary was barely on the cultural radar). So I always low-key figured, sure, I must be a girl, that's the social default and it doesn't cause me any distress to think of myself that way.

But even so—I never really strongly identified as a woman, per se? I remember listening to my mother sing folk songs and change all the pronouns, and wonder why—why should it matter if her gender didn't match the singer's? Similarly, while I didn't have a lot of interest in many "boy things", if I *was* interested in something I never felt like I "shouldn't" do itbecause of my gender, and (luckily) I was only rarely stopped. (I got some odd looks, but social cues were never my strong point as a kid.) Even before all the transphobic bathroom drama, if there was an empty bathroom, I'd just use it—I didn't see why the presence of a urinal should scare me off of using a perfectly good toilet, and there wasn't anyone else around to be made uncomfortable (though I occasionally got more weird looks coming out).

After I hit puberty and started looking at labels and figuring out how I wanted to define myself, I always sort of assumed this attitude was linked to being bisexual. After all, the primary definition of straightness or gayness was defined by attraction to the opposite or same gender, so I supposed it made sense that, if another person's gender wasn't a factor in my attraction to them, it probably didn't much matter what gender I was, either.

Much later on, when I learned guitar and started performing, I made the intentional choice to sing any given song with whatever pronouns I felt fit it best, and that felt right in a way I couldn't quite explain. And (not to get too TMI) a significant percentage of my sexual fantasies also involve different equipment than what I was born with. I don't think that makes me trans, necessarily—like I said, I don't experience dysphoria and I don't mind being a woman. But I've often thought it'd be neat to experience life as a man, and even better if there was some way (a la @neil-gaiman's story Changes) to seamlessly switch back and forth.

Since then, I think my favorite term that I've heard (given to me by one of my pole dance teachers) has been "gender agnostic". Sure, I believe gender exists, and it's clearly important to some people! ...but for me, enh. Maybe at some point it'll matter more.

Does that help?

#gender fuckery #my gender #about me

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squipy-shippy · 1 year

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I decided I should probably make a post talking about my s/I and the lore I have for my F/O's so far lol so yeah here is that if you wanna ask questions go ahead lol also yeah I'm using picrew because I can't draw worth shit

FNAF:

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Name: morgan

Age: 20

Sexuality: lesbian

Gender: agender

Personality: shy, creative,excitable, distant,push over,kind, relaxed

Likes: arcades,music, adventure,

Dislikes: thunder,yelling, crying babies

More info: Morgan had always been interested in the Freddy Fazbear franchise learning about its past along with its rumors. When she learned that after years of dormancy the only thing being given is a VR video game she decided to try to get a job despite her timid nature. Luckily to her surprise she Landed a job as an arcade attendant. She'd help give out prizes,fix the machines if they broke down all that fun stuff. Along with this she also sometimes does face painting if requested to. One night Morgan had forgotten her phone after work so went to grab it before the doors closed however that's when she had met Roxanne. They had of course interacted during work hours but Morgan had no idea exactly how alive these animatronics could be. Roxanne and Morgan really got along with Morgan's shy relaxed low self esteem nature and Roxanne's outgoing energetic egotistical nature it was kinda surprising how these two became so close but you know what they say opposites attract! And attract it did after a month or so of Morgan sneaking in after hours to hang out with Roxanne Morgan learned that these animatronics can develop crushes and was given a thing of roses and a go kart date. Ever since Morgan has become Roxanne's number one fan and Roxanne hopes one day Morgan will get brave enough to perform with her.

Undertale:

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Name: ocean

Age: 20

Sexuality: lesbian

Gender: gender queer

Personality: soft spoken,fast moving, creative, Caring,puts others before herself, stubborn,good listener

Likes: baking, learning,bugs,puns,cuddles

Dislikes: heights, thunder, yelling, bullying

More info: Ocean was a soft collage student who lived by mt ebbot it had been rumoured that those who climb the mountain don't really return. However ocean had always been interested in the mountains and the rumors of it so when her "friends" said they were going to go climb it she was more than happy to oblige. What ocean didn't know is that her friends had a different idea and after getting to the top before she knew it ocean was falling one of her "friends" had pushed her off. Ocean thought this was the end but was pleasantly surprised when sge heard the soft voice of a very beautiful.....goat??? Toriel guided her through the ruins and offered her a place to stay and rest. Ocean had never been given so much kindness and didn't really have a reason to return to the surface so she simply stayed with toriel in the ruins. However as with most humans Ocean wanted to see more of the underground and hopefully get toriel more out of her comfort zone. After a long conversation toriel did eventually agree to leave the ruins and meet more monsters however toriel was too nervous for Ocean to meet asgore so they did not meet till much later... However she did learn why and felt horrible for toriel so she spent her days making toriel life worth doing things...this caused the two to eventually develop feelings and now spend their days together in the underground.

MLP:

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Name: oddity

Age: 19

Sexuality: lesbian

Gender: non binary

Personality: awkward,kind, positive,push over, stubborn,scary cat, sees the good in everyone

Likes: music, learning, adventure, writing, reading

Dislikes; yelling,being tricked,thunder,

More info: oddity is a senior at eqistria high she had only heard of the rumors of the school as by the time she had started attending the school the damage had already been done...or so she thought the Dazzlings had returned for another chance at the school.. that's when her ana adagio locked eyes for the first time. And well they didn't start out the best adagio saw oddity as just another person to control but oddity wasn't about to fall for her spell ...maybe it was due to the earphones she always has on or maybe it was pure spite but no matter the reason oddity wasn't falling under adagios magic. This made Adagio kinda obsessed with the human abandoning her original plan for this one human. Over time however something odd happened... adagio started to actually like oddity a lot actually... she'd never met someone who was kind to her or made her laugh without any use of magic this led to the two developing a relationship and oddity joining the band despite her not being a siren and adagio becoming this sort of anti hero.

BONUS PONY VER BECAUSE I CAN!!!

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#self ship #selfshipping #self insert #mlp #mlp equestria girls #fnaf sb #Undertale #picrew #i'm cringe but i'm free

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