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kassil · 4 months

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So let's follow through on what Square-Enix has given us about the Hrothgar, shall we? Whether or not the development team has thought about the implications or not:

Male Hrothgar are far more common than female Hrothgar.

Female Hrothgar are said to have a natural disposition for leadership.

So from this, we can infer a few things. (fair warning: some queer shitposting past the cut.)

First, if females are "relatively few in number" then in order for the population to not dwindle they need a high birthrate. If the hrothgals don't spend all their time pregnant, that implies that hrothgar have litters. Congrats, Hrothgar players! You have a bunch of siblings!

Second, the gender mismatch strongly suggests polyamory in the form of one woman with a harem of husbands/consorts is going to be a common situation; siblings from the same litter might well have different fathers, which can happen with cats.

Third, the gender mismatch combined with the Disposition for Leadership also strongly implies that child-rearing duties fall to the men in the family, so Hrothgar lads are gonna be the proud papas toting a kid or two around when the litter gets born, probably the ones that they're going to be directly responsible for seeing to adulthood with the family. Hrothgals probably raise their daughters directly, as a matrilineal process.

Fourth, this implies that the overwhelming majority of direct monogamous pairings among Hrothgar will be completely homosexual, and could suggest that many Hrothgar are bisexual! Good for them, really, they deserve the intimacy.

Last, I would like to call SE out for being absolute cowards in setting up all these implications and only giving Hrothgals the human-standard pair of boobs, and am choosing to believe this indicates that when given the right pheromonal signals that Hrothgar men will lactate for their kittens. How else are they gonna feed that hungry litter?

(Edit: No wonder Hrothgar players have tended to be wholesome in a weird way, right?)

#ffxiv #FF14 #ffxiv shitposting #hrothgar #hrothgal #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #silly #shitposting #queer #queer shitposting

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0cta9on · 4 months

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First Snow

length: +1.7k words

Genre: Fluff

Itzy Ryujin x Male Reader

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You stretch your limbs out on your couch, finally able to relax after finishing your finals. The past couple of weeks were filled with sleepless nights, endless walls of notes, and a lack of social interaction. Regardless of the results, you were just happy to be done with it all. While scrolling through Instagram on your phone, you receive a text from your friend, Ryujin.

Ryujin: Congrats on finishing your finals!! Wanna get some dinner?

You smile at the text, grateful for your friendship with Ryujin. Despite the stress of finals, she had always managed to cheer you up with some encouraging words and the occasional cup of coffee.

You: I’ll come pick you up in a min. Wear something cute for me ;)

You send the text, quickly grabbing your jacket before leaving your apartment. You and Ryujin had always jokingly flirted with each other, although nothing had ever escalated beyond “friendly” hand-holding. While you weren’t completely opposed to the idea of taking things to the next level, you didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize the friendship you had.

A delicate dusting of snowflakes greets you as you step outside, the cold air nipping at your cheeks. Winter has always been your favorite season, yet you weren’t able to fully enjoy it due to being stuck in classes or the library all day. You take a deep breath, letting the cool, refreshing air fill your lungs. A wave of emotions wash over you as you realize you can finally breathe after a long time of struggling.

As you go to knock on the door to Ryujin’s apartment, she steps out, almost as if she were waiting by the front door for your arrival. Her outfit consists of baggy gray sweatpants, contrasting with a black sports bra and a black zip hoodie, unzipped to reveal her toned abs.

“Hey handsome,” Ryujin teases, gently patting your cheek with her delicate fingers. You respond with a smirk, the exchange a familiar dance between you two, as you zip up her hoodie to shield her body from the falling snow.

“Dude, you do realize it’s literally snowing outside, right?” You quip, a grin playing on your lips as ruffle her hair to get rid of the snowflakes that accumulated on top of her head.

She flashes her signature smile at you that you’ve always loved, complete with her dimples and her ”smile eyes”. “You’re the one that said to wear something cute. I thought you liked it when I showed some skin,” Ryujin says with a mischievous glint in her eyes. You chuckle, taking her hand in yours as the two of you depart to the nearest restaurant. Even while wearing three layers of clothing, the warmest part of your body was your hand as it interlocked with Ryujin’s, a comfort that denies the biting cold. Any passerby could have easily mistaken the both of you as a couple with the way your smiles grew every time you and Ryujin were together. She was a constant light in your life, a reliable safe haven during your tumultuous first year of college.

Since birth, you were always an introvert, and that stayed true even as you took your first steps into adulthood. College had presented a surplus of new challenges, none of which you would have survived if Ryujin hadn’t approached you in the first week of school.

Ryujin nudges your side with a concerned look on her face. “You alright, dude? You’ve been staring into space for a while now.”

“It’s nothing, I’m just… happy.” You smile at her and squeeze her hand reassuringly.

“Good,” she says, grinning up at you. “Now hurry up, you’re walking too slow and I’m hungry.” With a sudden release of her grip, Ryujin darts ahead, her laughter echoing through the night as she leaves you behind. The sudden loss of her hand from yours brings you to your senses, and you chase after her at full speed.

Breathless and flushed, the two of you reach your usual spot - a quaint hole-in-the-wall Chinese place. Leaning against the wall, Ryujin catches her breath, the cool air contrasting with the warmth that now radiates from your impromptu race.

“I… win… so… you have to… pay,” she says, gasping between each word.

You take your spot next to her against the wall, your lungs stinging from the cold air. “You idiot… I was gonna… pay anyways.”

Ryujin chuckles, which evolves into a coughing fit. Patting her back, you wait for it to subside before the two of you enter the restaurant.

The familiar musk of Chinese food fills your nostrils as you step through the doors. Warmth emits from the busy kitchen, a welcome contrast to the frigid air outside. Ryujin finds a table for the two of you while you order your usual dishes at the counter. After placing your order, you sit across from Ryujin, who’s engrossed in a game on her phone. You can’t help but notice how attractive she looks, even in such a simple outfit. Her pink wolf cut framed her face perfectly, showcasing a unique beauty that you haven’t seen in anyone else. Ryujin tried on various styles throughout the semester, but you personally thought short hair suited her the most.

Ryujin glances up at you briefly, catching you staring. “What is it? You like what you see?” she teases, her attention still focused on her phone.

“Absolutely. I could stare at you for hours and never get bored,” you quip. Her lips curl into a smile as her cheeks turn the same shade of pink as her hair before she tosses her phone onto the table, a red “Game Over” screen flashing on the screen.

“You made me lose, stupid,” she says, pouting her lips. The urge to lean over the table and kiss her was strong, but the sound of a bell snapped you out of your thoughts, a signal that your food was ready. The two of you chow down on a meal of lo mein, spring rolls, and the spiciest General Tso’s chicken you’ve ever had (You gave most of them to Ryujin). As good as the food was, all your attention was focused on the girl in front of you, humming in delight with each mouthful.

A glob of sauce stains her cheek. You can’t help but laugh as you grab a napkin to wipe her face. “Slow down, you look like a pig,” you tease.

Ryujin flashes you a cheeky smile as you wipe her face. “Food just tastes so much better when you're paying for it, dude.” You jokingly toss the used napkin at her face before finishing the rest of your food.

After paying for the meal, the two of you head back outside, hand in hand. Ryujin pulls you to a nearby bench to watch the snow fall, leaning her head on your shoulder as each snowflake passes her by. Despite how beautiful the snow looked, your gaze was drawn to the intricate details of Ryujin’s content expression. Her plush lips were curled into a slight grin, showcasing her dimples that you adored. The allure of the falling snow pales in comparison to the warmth emanating from the depths of your heart.

Ryujin glances up at you and catches you staring. “Dude, you’ve been staring at me all night. Are you gonna kiss me or not?” she teases, her words hanging in the air like a tempting invitation. A sudden wave of courage hits you as you find yourself faced with an opportunity that only a fool would miss. With a steadying breath, you gently cup Ryujin’s face, caressing her plump cheeks with your thumbs. The jesting smile disappears from her face, replaced by a blush that mirrors the hue of her hair. The rest of the world dissipates, leaving the two of you suspended in this intimate moment. Your pounding heartbeat and the subtle shiver of her breathing are the only things you can hear as the distance between your faces gets smaller and smaller until you can see your reflection in her irises. Ryujin shuts her eyes, prompting you to make the final move. With one last breath, you lean in…

General Tso’s spicy chicken. The pillow-like softness of her lips is completely overpowered by the taste of soy sauce and MSG. You break the kiss, her face still in your hands, and the two of you succumb to laughter as soon as you make eye contact.

“Yah, why didn’t you eat a mint first if you were gonna kiss me, stupid!” she exclaims, playfully slapping your arm.

“You’re the one that needs a mint, chicken breath!” You fire back, prompting her to slap your arm again. Laughter ensues, and by the time both of you calm down, your abs are burning harder than any workout could have given you. Even in a serious time like this, you could always count on Ryujin to make things more interesting.

She rises from the bench, stretching her arms. “We should head back now, it’s getting late,” she suggests, extending a hand towards you.

You take it and pull her close, encircling her in the warmth of your embrace. “We’re not leaving until you give me a proper kiss,” you tease.

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen any time soon unless you have a mint on you,” she replies with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

You chuckle at her as you hold her face. ”I guess we’ll be here all night then,” you declare as you lean in, bridging the gap between the two of you. This time, the sweet flavor of peaches hits you as you savor the light, pillowy texture of Ryujin’s lips. You feel her warm hands wrap around your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss. The harsh winter wind swirls around you, yet at this moment, you don’t care about anything else. No matter how much you denied your feelings before, you knew that this felt right in every way possible.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally break the kiss, in desperate need of air. Ryujin gazes into your eyes with a gentle expression conveying a message that needs no words: I love you. Before you can react, she suddenly breaks free from your grasp and runs away, waving something in her hand.

“I took your wallet! You better come catch me if you want it back!” she calls back, laughing.

“Wha-” Panic sets in as you pat your pockets, realizing your wallet is nowhere to be found. “Ryujin!!” A mix of irritation and excitement propels you into a chase through the gentle snowfall, anticipating the new adventures you’ll get to experience with her.

#itzy #shin ryujin #itzy ryujin #kpop fanfic #kpop gg #itzy x male reader #itzy x male oc #itzy ryujin x male reader #itzy ryujin x male oc #fluff #ryujin fluff #itzy ryujin fluff

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budgieflitter · 2 months

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hi sorry for not posting shit heres more legacy stuff i've had lying around for a while prev

omgg congrats on transition aphrodite queen!! sorry abt that divorce though. i mean it wouldn't work out anyways

i honestly haven't planned this!! but she and frances kept flirting with each other from college up to adulthood!!! even tho frances is a lesbian and i then had this vision in mind 😁

grant is a family sim and he's really mean and jealous so yeah he was always like super pissed oops drama

they were so attracted to each other even though they had shitty chemistry i don't know what that was about LMAO i guess it was just the thrill of forbidden romance

terran is a family sim and also mean af and he kinda resents his family bc his mom abandoned him (he idolized her as a child) and now his aunt divorced too 😭 hes like I HATE PEOPLE PLANTS AND ANIMALS ARE BETTER edgy mf

thanks for reading till the end if u did

#the sims #the sims 2 #ts2 #ocs #solaris legacy

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suzayaaa · 6 months

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AQUAMAN - 태용

pairing: taeyong x gn!reader

word count: 1.2k

theme: fluff, some angst?, non-idol!taeyong, meet cute

warnings: none

suza’s note: this idea has been on my mind for almost 2 weeks so i decided to do something about it

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Your first date.

Not the first one in your life, but the first one after you graduated—now you have your degree and must live like a responsible adult.

The subconscious pressure from your friends with all sorts of relationships was slowly leaving a mark on you and you finally decided to do something about it.

The truth about adulthood relationships is, it’s not easy to get into one. Social life drastically decreases after college, unless you’re a social butterfly or actively make an effort to meet new people. Now you just work, rest, complain, and occasionally see one of your friends if you’re both available—meeting someone new is almost impossible.

That’s why, to make that bold move of meeting a potential boyfriend, you downloaded a dating app. Finding someone decent was a challenge in itself, but you think you did it and now, congrats! Here you are, waiting for someone you know nothing about.

Not so responsible of you.

An aquarium seems like a perfect place for a first date. Sweet, romantic, calming, and a little bit mysterious aura ties perfectly with a situation you’re about to be in. You two had decided to meet directly at a place, and because you’re a little bit early, you sit on a bench in front of the entrance and wait.

You don’t know what to expect. The truth is, you don’t really care about having a boyfriend right now. Of course, having someone you love and adore is always nice, but it’s not your priority at this moment in life. You’re doing well on your own; you have a stable job that doesn’t suck and are able to live comfortably. The only reason you’re here is your friends. Even though at first it was nice to hear their love stories and see their relationships blooming, sometimes even into marriage, now you feel like you’re missing out.

You play games on your phone to let go of the thoughts and pass the time and when another ad pops up you check the time. Your date should’ve been there 20 minutes ago.

You look around, squinting your eyes, as you wonder what to do. Your enthusiasm for this date already decreased, but it would be a shame to go home when you’re in a beautiful place like that.

Maybe if you text him you will know where you stand. You fix your hair and open the dating app, you realize.

He had blocked you.

Your lips press into a tight line as your head falls to your feet. You expected many things, but not this. A part of you feels disappointed—after all, you made an effort. You took time to look good and come here. But again, it’s a dating app. Most of the time it goes wrong than it doesn’t, so you shouldn’t be surprised.

As you take your things and get up from the bench, a man approaches you.

“Hi, um, I’m Taeyong.” He fiddles with his fingers, flowers in his hand.

You give him an up-and-down stare, glancing at the tattoos peeking out of his white tank top, and raise your eyebrows. “Okay…”

“We were supposed to meet there, at 5 pm, you know?” He gulps at your blank expression. “Wait, are you–” his eyes widen when he realizes you’re not the person he’s talking about– “I’m sorry, I think I confused you with someone else. It was meant to be a blind date, but I think I was stood up.” He embarrassingly scratches his head and gives you the cutest stare you have seen a human give.

You laugh and cover your mouth with your hand. “Sorry, I’m not laughing at you, it’s just,” you brush your hand through your hair and smile shyly, “I’m in the same situation.”

“Really?” you stare at each other awkwardly as you burst into laughter together. When your giggles stop, he looks at you for a moment and bites his lip. “So if we’re both alone, maybe you wanna go with me?” He tilts his head and points at the aquarium with his thumb.

You watch him sway on his feet and realize how handsome he is. The sharp jaw and soft eyes waiting for your response, the bleached hair slowly flowing with the wind, the effortless outfit adding to his confidence, and the numerous tattoos on his arms and chest. He looks like he was sculpted by angels and his comfortable aura adds to the image even more.

You smile, feeling your cheeks get hot. “Yeah, I do. Let’s go.” He breaks out into a grin and you both head into the building.

“Here, have them.” He hands you the flowers with a light blush on his face as you accept them.

As you explore the aquarium, you talk about everything—yourselves, your daily lives and dreams, funny stories, anything you can think of. Taeyong turns out to be a very interesting person; not only because of his appearance. His shy yet confident attitude, his anecdotes about some fish swimming around you, the attentive stare and soft smile every time you speak, even the little scar next to his eye you are yet scared to ask about. His whole being allures you.

Taeyong makes you feel relaxed and at ease, so much so that you’re glad your initial date stood you up. If the other guy showed up, you probably wouldn’t met Taeyong. And you would regret it so much if you didn’t. His quiet voice and the dark neons gracing his features put you under a spell, even the colorful creatures and the mystical atmosphere of the water surrounding you can’t take your focus away from him.

The time spent with Taeyong feels like magic and you don’t realize when you’re back at the entrance of the aquarium.

“So you’re a fish surgeon?” You ask with raised eyebrows, already seeing the place you were waiting at two hours ago.

“Ah, but it was only one time.” He throws his head back with a laugh.

“Still, that’s impressive.” You look at him, wondering how can one man have so many talents.

The soft wind hits your skin as you walk out of the building and notice the multiple reds and purples covering the sky.

“Well,” you turn to him, looking back at the building, “thank you. That was a great date.”

“Yeah, it was.” He licks his lips and plays with the rings decorating his fingers, looking everywhere but your eyes. You watch him with a smirk and wait until he finally squeezes the words out of himself. “So, if it wasn’t that bad, maybe you would like to do this again sometime?” He gives you the sweetest puppy eyes ever and you can’t help but laugh again.

“I would.”

He breathes out sharply and laughs too. You exchange your numbers and slowly distance yourself from the aquarium in a comfortable silence.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” Taeyong asks as you walk up to the street.

“Yeah, why not.”

You both grin at each other and walk towards his car, and you make a mental note to thank your friends for unconsciously forcing you into a blind date; into meeting Taeyong.

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monettsuki · 10 months

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Arlechinno headcannons

Enjoy

Epitome of being serious all the time 24/7

Now depends if you're her friend or lover (congrats on that)

If you're only her friend she will lower her guard only if the two of you are really close like bestfriend level but very reluctantly

If the two of you are lovers she will lower her guard most of the time if she isn't stressed due to work

As lovers she would absolutely love to just say her head on your lap or chest and tell you not to move

Will definitely fall asleep like that if she is tired as hell

Like Dottore - she's a coffee addict ,she absolutely loves it black with nothing else added so it can wake her up in the morning and keep her awake for the rest of the day (what will keep her awake are probably over 4 cups of coffee)

She seems like the type of noble that was under piano or violin lessons and now can play songs

Will play songs for you occasionally if she's in a good mood

Very probably a good dancer - either took lessons as a child or learned after she reached adulthood

Probably has a gramophone in her chambers and puts music on while the two of you waltz around slowly

Bonus points if she has the lights off and the moon is in your favour

Would be the type to be confused about romantic things but get the hang of it with some advice from Columbina

Personal heater - since its comfirmed she has a pyro delusion I think that she'd actually be warm in terms of body temperature

For the love of all that is beautiful in the world DO NOT hug her from behind - you will find yourself with a dagger at your neck and a threatening Knave

She will take a deep breath then apologize and tell you to not do it ever again (depends if you'll actually listen)

If you can fight -perfect - you're her new sparring partner (the lower ranked fatui thank you now)

When sleeping she's either on top of you with her head on your chest or in the crook of your neck

Or you're the one on top

Really depends on how she felt that day

Will get annoyed if the two of you are in public and someone is flirting with you and they don't know when to stop

When she comes back at night mostly and finds you crying on one of those occasions she will first try to find out who made you cry

Not the best at comforting but will try to do that (after she has a nice ''conversation'' with the one that upset you- what her darling deserves the best)

#genshin fatui #fatui harbringers #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #fatui arlecchino #fatui x reader #arlecchino #arlecchino x reader

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thatgirlonstage · 1 year

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for a fun prompt: the crew of the starblaster celebrating the 69th birthdays of their human members

I went pretty far off script with this prompt but I think it’s still entertaining haha.

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“I can’t have a crush on her, Merle!” Barry tugged anxiously at his hair, pacing back and forth so forcefully that he was liable to wear a hole in the carpet. “She’s, like, 110 years old! That’s barely adult for an elf! I’d be dating a twenty year old!”

“Ehhh, elf ages and human ages are both dumb,” Merle said, poking distractedly at the little potted plant in his lap. It gave a disconcerting, entirely un-plant-like hiss. “Even more so, now that we’re in some kinda funky reset loop. If you like her, you like her, and if she likes you she likes you. Why get hung up on the details?”

“But she’s— I’m— we’re—” Barry stopped in the middle of the floor to gesticulate madly. Tiny, confused fireworks of prestidigitation popped in his fingers. His shoulders slumped all at once. “I mean, she probably doesn’t even see me that way,” he mumbled.

“You know, for all you’re sayin’ you’re the one who’s too old for this relationship, you sure are acting like a kid,” Merle said cheerfully. He tickled the underside of a leaf on the plant, which promptly opened like a jaw a bit him. “Ooh, feisty little guy!” Merle said to the plant. He seemed entirely unconcerned by the blood now oozing from his finger and the thorns still buried in him. “All this drama over a crush! And you’re worried you’re too old for the interdimensional astronaut elf! Come on, Barry. I mean, by that standard, I’m decades too old for half the plants I’ve—”

“I am begging you not to finish that sentence.”

Merle grinned at him. “The point is— I mean, how old even are ya?”

“I’m fifty— no, hang on.” Barry mouthed to himself, counting silently. “How many cycles are we on? Sixteen?”

“Beats me,” Merle said. He was stroking the edge of the leaf that was still embedded in his finger. Something yellow and nasty was starting to ooze out of the wound along with the blood.

“No, crap, seventeen, I forgot about the hamster wheel planet.”

“Oh yeah! Your whiskers were adorable.”

“Are you going to heal your finger?”

“Aww, the little guy’s just playing, don’t mind him,” Merle said. “So seventeen cycles puts you at…?”

Barry stared up at the ceiling. “It’s almost the autumn equinox, isn’t it? Oh man, Merle, I turn 69 next week.” He started pulling his hair again. “Merle, I’m almost seventy!”

“Hey, congrats, you’re narrowing the age gap!”

“That’s not how this works!” Barry rubbed a hand over his face. “Merle, that plant is poisoning you, and I am not wasting a diamond to raise you if you keel over on me.”

“Alright, alright!” Merle, who had been turning faintly green and yellow, like his entire body was a fading bruise, said. “Sheesh, you’d think I never heal anything unless I’m told.” He extricated his finger from the plant and with a short murmur, the wound zipped closed and the poison dissipated beneath his skin. “The point is, Barry, maybe it’s hard to see because you’re human, and you can only see it from a human perspective, but adulthood is weird when you live a long time.” Merle shrugged. “I don’t know all that much about elves, but I know they don’t stay in their mom’s skirts until they hit their first century. A hundred years is still a hundred years, even if you feel it a bit differently. She might think you’re the little kid here. Either way, you’ll never know if you don’t talk to her about it.”

Barry sighed. “As usual, Merle, you’re somehow both a lot of help and no help at all.”

Merle gave him a broad grin. “I strive for oxymorons!” he said. “By the way, when did you say your birthday was?”

“Huh? Oh, next week. But it’s not like we’ve been celebrating—”

“Next week! Got it!” Merle hopped off his chair and waddled to the door. “Don’t you dare die before then, Barry!”

Barry was left behind in Merle’s bedroom with a hissing plant, somehow now much more worried about his birthday than he was about Lup.

A week later, with no further word from Merle, Barry had almost forgotten his birthday was coming, until he walked into the Starblaster’s common room one morning in a ratty t-shirt and sleep jeans to his entire family around a cake in the shape of a giant 69, shouting in bellowed chorus, “NICE BIRTHDAY, BARRY!”

#taz #taz: balance #blupjeans #barry bluejeans #merle highchurch #a ship to die for #my writing #answers

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symphony-calamity · 6 months

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Legal adulthood is so funny it's like congrats you can now sign away your constitutional rights for fun and profit. Still can't buy a beer tho lmao

#screaming out of the void

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moki-dokie · 4 months

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since my post about sexuality in bes took off, i've been thinking about making one about gender because people have been even more Chronically Western about that than anything. but the topic of gender has also been talked to death about this show.

still. i've yet to see a single person touch on the actual historical aspect of gender in this period of japan. (weeaboos where ARE yall??? i cannot be the only one left here jfc)

so, more below the cut.

okay. so. before westernization and christianity came in and obliterated and sanitized the culture, there were 3 recognized genders that i know of. there was possibly a fourth but my research only got me so far on that and i gave it up a long time ago. i'm gonna be talking about the 3 i do know about.

male and female were the obvious ones. aligns exactly how you think. cock and balls = male/man, vag and tits = female/woman. yes, there were many crossdressers of both genders. yes, there were people who by today's language and understanding would be considered trans. they, however, did not have these words nor have a need for them. you were either man or woman. or...

then there was a third, which was USUALLY but not always applied to adolescent males called wakashu. the closest thing you might refer it to is androgynous. earlier in edo period it was pretty much a catch-all for any adolescent male, but much later it became far more specific to the exceptional beauty of the young male. a wakashu was a sex icon, something to be desired and lusted after, so beautiful and alluring that even the most stoic and hardened samurai warrior could break and beg for their attention. and yes, we're talking about minors. wakashu were typically in the 6-17 age range. many delayed their coming-of-age ceremony (which would then make a wakashu a man) well into their 20s. and there are records of some who continued to identify as wakashu even into adulthood. a person could decide when it was time to move from wakashu to man, it wasn't so set in stone.

this time in japan did have a lot of strictness but there was also a whole hell of a lot of fluidity that was just so extremely normal for them. choosing to remain wakashu wasn't a big deal. want to go on to be a man? cool, congrats on all your man-related responsibilities now hurry up and find a wife. want to remain wakashu? cool, congrats on all the awesome sex you're gonna be having and the many things you'll be learning. either way was a good path. you were likely to have a bit more opportunities gaining power and land going forward as a man, but as wakashu you'd be expected to be an apprentice and learn more things from your teacher (while also sexually servicing him, extra bonus - most of the time.), so both had benefits. a samurai class wakashu, for example, would very likely go on to be a man since by nature of being samurai they have tons more opportunity. but a peasant wakashu would probably be more likely to remain wakashu and learn as much as possible and earn as much money as possible (since they were often prostitutes or performers as well).

so desirable were wakashu that sometimes female prostitutes tried to disguise themselves as one to attract more clients. they were often indistinguishable from women with their colorful and intricate kimono - sometimes the hairstyle was the only giveaway. and though the japanese didn't give a shit about the gender they were fucking, as i've covered before, true wakashu enjoyed a bit more freedoms with sex than did women pretending to be wakashu. like i mentioned in my previous post how they did have specific terms for who was giving and who was receiving in sex, certain aspects played into this. wakashu were expected to receive when with men, and expected to give with women. this would of course depend a little upon caste heirarchy too but that was the general gist of it. women on the other hand were expected to always receive. (and although straps were very much a thing, you'll find the double ended dildo far more popular amongst w/w relationships - at least in depictions. in reality it was probably an equal mix.)

the concept of wakashu has not entirely left japanese culture and has actually since been divvied up into the two aspects it represented: youth (shonen) and beauty (bishonen). hence why shonen manga and anime is so popular, why there are always always always bishonen prominent in manga and anime, why yaoi often has the strict dichotomy of uke and seme. and why shotac-n remains so wildly popular while the loli opposite has gradually declined with the introduction of censorship laws. the entire concept surrounding adolescent males is still very rooted in the role that the wakashu gender played until quite recent in history. (it formally ended in the meiji era, which was not that long ago.)

now with all of that said, where does mizu fall? she's still a woman. plain and simple. had she been born in late edo, she would have absolutely been considered an extraordinarily beautiful wakashu and lusted after constantly. people would be tripping over themselves to bed her. but being early edo that was not the case and she is still a woman having to disguise as a man in order to survive so she can fulfill her goal. that must be acknowledged. that is a key point that is brought up many times within the show. to ignore that fact is to erase who mizu is. she is masking as a man because she has been told since childhood being a woman would get her killed. because she has seen it far too many times how simply existing as a woman leads to a dead end. because she tried it and it turned out exactly as she was told. being a woman is not an option in her quest for revenge. if she weren't mixed race, though? i'd bet my left hand she would have embraced the hell out of wakashu and used it to her advantage. screw sex as an art, mizu would have made it a weapon. mizu wielding both a sword and the sexuality of wakashu would make her the deadliest thing in all of japan. however, that wasn't the case and we musn't ignore what is ths case. in her world, she is a woman forced to disguise as a man. period.

mizu by today's standard's is a whole different story, though. there is enough ambiguity that she can fit nearly any label you want to slap on her and that's fine. we have a lot more leniency with modern western terms. we have a huge spectrum of gender and you can toss her just about anywhere on it. you are all correct and incorrect simultaneously because any modern terminology applied to her is automatically headcanon. and just as i emphasized on my last post, headcanons, fics, AUs, ect, are exactly where these modern western ideals belong. it's awesome that she resonates with so many different gender identities - few characters in media can pull that off so well! yall should absolutely celebrate that! use her to express your gender euphoria! but do so while remembering who she is in canon. her canon experience is not pure fiction. there are still people in today's world that must disguise themselves out of necessity and quite often that ends up being women of color. there are people in living history who had to do that to survive.

you can respect the source material and also have your own unique headcanons and perspectives. both can be true.

#blue eye samurai #gender

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paunchbunny · 3 months

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told one of my tgirl friends about how I was a really skinny kid and only got fat later on in adulthood and she deadass goes "OMG congrats on transitioning!!!!" 😭😭😭

#girl that's not what transfat is #i love her all the same

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tickly-trashcan · 1 year

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Stress Relief {Nick and Charlie}

A/N: AHHH this is a bit late i had to totally speedrun but happy happy birthday to @veryblushyswitch ! i know you like heartstopper so i decided to write a little something just for you! I hope you had a lovely birthday! congrats on reaching adulthood, ur awesome!!! :D

Summary: Nick and Charlie are hanging out while Nick goes down the internet rabbit hole.

Word Count: 1.2k (under the cut)

In Charlie’s room, Nick sat on the bed with his arm wrapped around his boyfriend’s shoulders. They were cuddled under a blanket, Nick scrolling on his phone while Charlie read a book. They had been out and about earlier that day with the rest of their friends, and both were pretty tired from the activity. Now they were just enjoying each other's company, both doing their own thing to replenish their social battery.

Charlie had half his face under the collar of his hoodie, tucked just under his nose while he flipped through his book. Nick was down an internet rabbit hole, finding random articles and occasionally announcing their contents to Charlie, who would hum in response.

“Hmm… did you know that giraffes have purple tongues?”

Charlie chuckled. “Yeah, everyone knows that.”

“Did you know it’s because they eat so many snozberries?”

Charlie raised an eyebrow in surprise, setting his book down for a moment. “Snozberries are real? I wouldn't think they'd be in that kind of climate.”

Nick snorted, showing Charlie the article. It was just a fun fact page on giraffes, and nowhere did it mention snozberries. Charlie grumbled playfully, shoving Nick lightly as they laughed.

Charlie peered over at the other animal articles that Nick pulled up, pointing out random fun things he knew about the animals before Nick could find them in the article. “Bears don’t really hibernate, did they mention that?”

“Yeah, that’s interesting. So we’ve been lied to our entire lives?”

Charlie nodded, going back to his book. “Mhm. We learn more from the internet than school at this point.”

Nick chuckled, going through a few more animal articles. He eventually grew bored of animals and decided instead to look into a different genre.

“Charlie, give me a random topic. The animals are cute, but I can only handle so many fun facts.”

Charlie contemplated for a moment. “Psychology.”

“That’s too smart for me,” Nick whined, but Charlie only curled up closer and shook his head.

“You’ll be learning, then. Look up something on stress relief… You’re getting wrinkles from stress.”

“I am not!”

Charlie laughed, leaning into Nick as he searched for some stress relief solutions. He pressed a quick kiss to Charlie’s head before clicking on one of the first articles, quickly scrolling through.

“Something called a dopamine detox is one of the solutions, but there’s also exercise, meditation… cuddling!”

He gave Charlie a big squeeze, making Charlie whine and giggle as he set his book down again, turning to face Nick’s phone.

“Human interaction seems to be a big one. Arts and crafts, laughter, spending time on a hobby…” Charlie read while Nick scrolled.

Nick scrolled back up to the laughter bit, reading it more in-depth. “You’re not stressed, are you, Char?”

Charlie laughed. “I’m perpetually stressed, you know this!”

Nick frowned, setting his phone down. “Hey, we didn’t finish the article, Nick!”

“Why don’t we try some of those stress relief methods? That way we can make you a little less perpetually stressed.”

Charlie raised an eyebrow. “We’re already cuddling. Wasn’t that one?”

“Y'know what another one was?” Nick grinned, pulling Charlie closer. Charlie flushed, averting his eyes nervously as he let Nick pull him closer.

“I don’t suppose kissing was one?”

“Nope, it wasn’t,” Nick lightly squeezed Charlie’s hip, making him squeak in surprise. “But laughter was!”

Charlie barely had any time to react before Nick began to scribble at his sides. Charlie squealed before breaking into laughter, kicking his legs under the blanket as he tried to push Nick away. Nick laughed with him, watching Charlie’s face as his cheeks bloomed pink.

“Nick–! Wahahait, not tihihickles! Hehehe!!” Charlie giggled. He was failing at pushing Nick away and escaping the tickles, so he opted instead for curling up against Nick, trying to protect himself as best as he could with his hands as he swatted at Nick.

“This is stress relief, Char! Now neither of us will have wrinkles!”

“I didn’t hahahahave any!! Thahat wahahas just yohohou!!” Charlie protested. Nick gasped in offense but the grin on his face showed that he was just messing about. In retaliation, Nick slipped his hands under Charlie’s sweater.

Charlie threw his head back and shrieked at the sudden contact of Nick’s wiggling fingers on his tummy. He tried to curl up, but Nick had moved in to plant kisses all over Charlie’s neck, only escalating his giggles. “This is nohohohot strehehess relief!!”

“Are you suuure? They did say laughter was a good method, and you seem quite giggly, Mr. Spring!”

“Yohohou’re tickling mehehe! Whahahahat did you expehehect?!”

Nick laughed, pinching at Charlie’s lower tummy. He finally began to slow his tickles, now tracing small circles around Charlie’s navel. Charlie still bubbled with giggles, like small hiccups as Nick hummed. Charlie’s tummy twitched, but he otherwise made no effort to push Nick away, covering his face instead.

“C’mon, Char, you need to let me see your face!”

“Nohohoho,” Charlie giggled softly, twisting slightly to the side as Nick began to scribble his fingers a bit again. Charlie put his arms over his face, covering his eyes as Nick grinned.

“What is it, Char? Do you want me to keep going?”

Charlie only giggled in response, making Nick’s heart thump. He sneakily rolled up Charlie’s sweater a tad, making Charlie peek through his arms to glance at Nick. “Nick?”

Charlie shrieked when Nick blew a raspberry by his hip, his arms flailing as he tried to push Nick away and cover his tummy with his sweater. “WAHaha! Nick, not thahahat!!”

Nick wouldn’t budge as he continued to blow raspberries all over Charlie’s tummy, his own cheeks getting red as he went. Charlie accidentally shoved his sweater over Nick’s head in his attempt to get him away, making Nick laugh. He looked up for a moment but was still under the sweater, making Charlie snort with laughter.

“Yohohou look so fuhuhunny!” Charlie laughed. Nick chuckled, making a face that Charlie couldn’t see.

“I can’t find my way out now! All I see is a tummy that looks suspiciously ticklish!”

“Dohohon’t–! NAHAHa!! Nick!!” Charlie shrieked when Nick blew even more raspberries, pinching at his sides as Charlie wheezed. He whined and tried to push Nick out of his sweater, but the raspberries were so tickly that Charlie could barely do that.

Nick eventually popped out, his cheeks bright red as he wheezed. “I need bigger lungs so I can do that more often!”

“Nohoho you do not!” Charlie exclaimed, sighing with relief when Nick curled up next to him again, his hands holding Charlie rather than tickling him. “I cahan still feel it.”

“The stress?” Nick asked with a grin, raising his hand and wiggling his fingers.

Charlie quickly shook his head. “No! The tickles! I can still feel the tickles!”

Nick laughed, pulling Charlie in for a big hug as they giggled together. “So no more stress then? Seems like a good method to me!”

Charlie huffed in mock annoyance as Nick held him close. “I suppose it was. Say, Nick, are you feeling stressed at all?”

Nick shook his head as fast as he could, but he was already thrown into a fit of laughter as Charlie tried out this new stress relief method himself.

#heartstopper #tickle fic #nick nelson #charlie spring #narlie #nick x charlie #happy birthday!!

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2hoothoots · 9 months

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Congrats on the sucessful enstabbening! Bet you're glad to get all that off your chest (heh).

I assume you can't do too much huge art stuff while waiting to heal up, but I would love to hear about your headcanons for the FSAU cast - be they favourites or just ones that makes you smile. How much of a menace was Raz for Lil and Doges when he went under the knife?

Take care - make sure you stretch appropriately and don't shrimp too hard over the keyboard while waiting to be freed from excercise-jail 💜🖤🤍

at this point i've had the "off your chest" joke four times. and it's just as funny every time lmao

he sure did!

he basically yote himself onto the operating table as soon as he turned 18, haha. he was an absolute nightmare during the recovery, though. it was at the time when Lili took a few years out from the psychonauts to go to college, and he kept calling her like "hey do you think it's okay if i go for a run as long as i don't move my arms too much. i was thinking i could hold them behind me like naruto" "raz you had surgery four days ago"

actually, since you asked about general headcanons, more rambling about that time of their lives under the cut!:

i've talked a little before about how Raz and Lili had a pretty tumultuous relationship during their teens, haha. i think around 17/18, things start to simmer down between them. they're still really close, but stuff's not as volatile, and they come to the decision that they want to take a break for a while. no matter how good friends they are, it can be kind of stifling to still be dating the same person you were when you were ten, y'know?

and like i said, this was also when Lili took a break from the Psychonauts. for me, one of the central anxieties of her character is figuring out who she wants to be outside of the Zanotto family's legacy and the expectations of everyone else. we see in PN1 she has kind of a skeptical view of the Psychonauts as a whole - but at the same time, it's the only world she's ever known. she's been training at the Motherlobe since she was a baby. she's spent her whole life immersed in this world, and i think she has a lot of big questions to ask herself as she enters adulthood: who am I? who do I really want to be?

so she takes a break to go study! i haven't decided exactly what, but i think she does something like a major in biological sciences and a minor in pharmaceuticals. she has a great time, and taking that time out ends up being what she needs to realise that actually she does want to stick with the Psychonauts. she and Raz go on their first mission together, things just click, and the rest is history hahaha

#girls go to college to get more knowledge #boys stay in the same high-stress job they've had since they were ten out of crushing indecision paralysis and a looming identity crisis #(raz later does a part-time undergraduate degree as well though! he has a bachelor's in psychology or something)#ask #and thank you!!!#future superstar agents au #fsau raz #fsau meta #fsau lili #raz and dogen go on a lot of missions together while lili's away #they don't start dating yet though. there's just a lot of ~tension~#honestly. i'm exactly there with you raz LMAO #the pain's basically gone and now i'm boooored. i'm BOOORED let me go exercise!!!#drains come out on thursday though woo woo

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