#idk if that’s accurate but I’ll put it just in case

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

hi!! so idk exactly how to describe this but i was wondering if you could write an ethan landry x fem!reader fic with a scene of ethan describing like his fantasies with the reader and what he touches himself to. idk what the story around that would be… maybe this is just something he babbles out during sex, or it could even lead to them trying out his fantasies. like i said, i dont really know. i just like the idea of ethan telling the reader what he imagines doing to her, or more accurately, what he imagines she will do to him, in order to get himself off. idk, have fun with it! tysm!!!!

Hi! If you want more to this, let me know:) I feel like it needs more, but I wanted to make sure this was in the direction you wanted it to go lol. If it's not, I can rewrite it. If it is, I'll definitely write a part 2, just let me know!

What's Your Fantasy? - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 2

Summary: You discover something on your boyfriends laptop, and you get curious about what his fantasies are.

A/N: I've been super busy, but I'm trying to get caught back up. My sweet bun that I've had for 7 years that always relaxed on my bed with me while I wrote passed away, so I've been a little in my feels. I hope ya'll like this:)

It was the first time that your poor boyfriend had ever been drunk. He ended up going shot for shot with Chad at a party, as you stood by watching them. Once he stopped making sour faces and yelled “This tastes like water”, you decided to leave the party early and take him home. You knew he was moments from blacking out, and in the high chance he could projectile, you preferred for it to be at his apartment and not all over the rest of the party guests.

Projectile he did, into several bushes and a random trashcan on the walk back. Once you got him back to his place, you knew you couldn’t leave him like that. You helped him get undressed and put on sweatpants before you changed into one of Ethan’s extra-large shirts that he kept specifically for you to sleep in when you stayed over. He sat in his desk chair as he started to get a little dizzy.

You grabbed a trashcan, putting it beside the bed, and grabbed some water for him. You washed your makeup off in the bathroom, before heading back to him. You were going to spoon him so he wouldn’t throw up on you, and if he moved, you knew it would wake you up. You knew exactly how the night would go, or so you thought.

“Babeeee, I don’t know if I submitted my assignments,” he said, or that’s what it sounded like he said.

“Where’s your laptop?” you asked, looking around the room for it.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled, “I don’t feel so good.”

“Do you think you can make it to the bathroom?” you asked, as he stood up and stumbled to the door.

You barely made it there with him, just in time. You grabbed an ice-cold wash cloth and put it on the back of his neck, and started to rub his back as he continued to throw up. When he finally stopped, you helped him up and took him back to his bed.

“I fucking love you,” he mumbled, as you rolled your eyes at his heavily-intoxicated state.

“I love you too babe. Lay this way in case you get sick, I just need to find your laptop and I’ll cuddle with you in a minute,” you said, scanning the room before seeing a corner of it sticking out from under his bed.

You opened it and put in his password, clicking on the tab for his schoolwork. He did submit everything he was supposed to, but you saw something interesting on the other tab, so you got a little, well, very nosey. When you opened it, you saw that it was porn.

You looked over to Ethan, who was lightly snoring. You felt like you had an angel on one shoulder, telling you not to watch it. A devil on the other shoulder, telling you to see what kind of porn he liked to watch. You sort of felt like it was an invasion of his privacy, but you just had to know. You made sure the volume was low as you clicked play.

You noticed that the girl in the video, who had a few similarities to you, was giving some guy head. You thought ‘Oh, I’ve done this so many times for him’ until the end of the video, when the guy pulled out of the girl’s mouth and showered her face in his cum. Your eyes went wide as you watched it and wanted to know what else he liked to watch. You weren’t going to go through his history because you already felt bad enough about this, so you decided to have a talk with him later about things he’d like to try. You clicked back to the tab for his school stuff, before shutting his laptop and sitting it on his desk.

You crawled into the bed beside him, covering him over with a blanket and wrapped your arms around him. You kissed the back of his head, his curls tickling your face, before resting your head against his upper back as you spooned him.

You didn’t sleep well, waking up at least once an hour to check on Ethan. He slept peacefully, which you were thankful for, even if you were worried about him all night.

When he finally started to stir awake, he groaned out. “Fuck, my head hurts.”

“That’s what happens when you take as many shots as you did,” you said softly, both from the exhaustion and not wanting his head to hurt worse.

“I don’t remember anything except walking into that party,” he mumbled into the pillow. “Thank you for taking care of me, baby.”

“Of course. Do you want to take something for your head?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair.

“Please,” he sighed, as you got up to grab Tylenol from your purse.

After he took the medicine, and you knew he was okay, you desperately needed a few hours of sleep. You curled back up on your designated side of his bed, pulling the blanket over you. You quickly dozed off, as he snuggled back up to you.

When you woke up, you noticed that Ethan was no longer with you. You went to look for him and found him on the couch watching tv. He started making grabby-hands at you the second he saw you.

“Come here,” he said, grabbing your hips and pulling you down to straddle him.

“Someone’s feeling better,” you giggled as his hands rubbed your sides under his shirt you were wearing.

“I need a shower, want to join me?” he asked, as you felt him pressing against you through his sweatpants.

“I’ll race you there,” you smirked, jumping off him.

You heard his footsteps right behind you as he grabbed you by your hips and turned you to face him the second you made it to the bathroom door.

“You cheated. You had a head start,” he laughed, as your arms wrapped around his neck.

You smiled as you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. His hands ran under your big t-shirt and over the curve of you ass, pulling you even closer to him.

“I thought you wanted to shower?” you giggled, noticing the look in his eyes. The one that he always has when he so desperately wants to fuck you.

“Fineee,” he sighed, letting go of your ass as you backed away.

When you were in the shower with him, you couldn’t stop thinking about the video you watched the night before. Ethan is very confident with you, but he tends to hold back when it comes to sex. When you felt his hard cock resting against you as he kissed you under the flow of the water, your lips moved to his neck as your hand went to his erection.

“Fuck,” he said, as your hand wrapped it and started stroking.

“Hey baby?” you asked, placing kisses along his neck.

“Hmm?”

“Do you have any fantasies about me?” you questioned, innocence in your tone as your hand started to move faster. His breath hitched in his throat, both out of nervousness and how good you were making him feel. “Come on, baby. Do you ever think about things you want to do to me? Or things you want me to do to you?”

“Yes,” he answered, his breathing getting faster.

“What do you think about?” your teeth started to graze his neck, the feeling making his whimper.

“Oh fuck..uh… I love to think about cumming on your face when I’m trying to get off. And every time I see you take your birth control, it makes me want to cum inside you so bad,” he said, as you smiled against his neck. “I cum so hard whenever I think about my cum dripping out of your pussy.”

“You want me to let you cum on my face, baby?” you asked, dropping to your knees in front of him.

“No..fuck..yes I just don’t want you to think I’m degrading you,” he finally got out, as the simple licks to his tips turned to you swirling your tongue. “I don’t want you to think you have to do stuff like that to make me happy.”

You pulled away, your eyes connecting with his. “Even if I’m down here on my knees begging you for it.”

“Fuck, baby,” he said, his cock aching at your words.

“Tell me what I do to you when you think about me like this. Walk me through it, baby,” you said, leaning forward to lick his tip again.

He intently watched you as your hands went to his thighs, holding on to them as you balanced yourself. You’d always been in charge when it came to sex, just because he was usually so shy. Seeing you like this in front of him made him wish he would’ve said something sooner. Even though you initiated it, he still felt like he was in control.

“You suck on the head of my cock,” he whimpered, as you took his sensitive tip in your mouth, gently sucking.

You kept doing it, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

“Then you take more of it in your mouth, not too much though,” he said, eyes intently on you as you put him further in your mouth. Your head was moving back and forth, as his hand went to your hair.

“Take the whole thing, baby. I know you can do it.”

When you started to gag around him, his fingers tangled in your wet hair, as he gently thrusted into your mouth. Your wetness mixed with the water from the shower dripped down your thighs as his whimpers got louder.

“Just like that, baby. You’re doing such a good job,” he praised, as you moaned around him. Your clit was throbbing as you put one of your hands in between your legs, giving your needy bundle of nerves the attention you were craving.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum. Stick your tongue out for me,” he groaned, starting to release in your mouth. He pulled back, your tongue sticking out as he stroked himself and he shot the rest of his cum on your face. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

His eyes kept trying to close as the euphoric feeling washed over him, but he fought it, not wanting to miss a second of you on your knees in front of him with his cum on your face as the water started to wash it away.

You smirked as you stood back up, standing directly under the flow of the water to rinse the rest of it off your face. You grabbed your face wash, cleansing your skin with it as you felt his hands wrap around your waist.

“Did you like that?” he asked, as your mouth turned up into a sweet smile.

“You have no idea how wet I am right now.” Your lips connected with his as his hand reached between your thighs. “What else do you want to try? After we go to your room and I let you cum in me, of course.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #scream smut

[slut4thebroken]

Exposure Therapy pt. 8

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Pairing | Jonathan Crane × reader

Summary | You make the poor choice of teasing Dr. Crane, so obviously he has to punish you.

Warnings | 18+, sexual content, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding, kissing, hickeys, praise, edging, crying (but in a hot way), consensual sex, orgasm denial, cockwarming?, emotions? idk, neither does he tbh, bestie has no idea how to comfort you💀

Words | 3.6k

Notes | Trying really hard to keep his character accurate😓 lmk what y’all think lol

Ao3 link | <3

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Part 7

Neither of you mentioned his confession again. He seemed to be acting mostly normal and only a little awkward and withdrawn so you tried to remain the same to assure him that nothing changed. You were sitting on the couch, doodling with a spare piece of paper he found as well as an extra pencil, when you broke the silence. 

“Where are you planning on sleeping?” You asked, eyeing the large space that was empty save for a desk, a chair, and a couch. 

“The couch.” He said, not looking up from what he was working on. 

“Where am I supposed to sleep?” You asked, making him sigh and turn his gaze to you. “For now you may sleep on the couch, I doubt I’ll be sleeping much anyway.” 

“Oh. Don’t you have an apartment? A bed?” 

“The cops are going to be looking for everyone that escaped, including myself- especially myself, because I created what caused all of that.” 

“Oh… What if I go? I can bring you back some clothes so you don’t have to stay in that and anything else you need? I doubt I can lift a mattress on my own though.” 

“You want to go to my apartment in the middle of town, wearing that?” He asked, raising his brows. You looked down at your outfit and frowned, just now remembering that you’re wearing it still. 

“People are dumb enough to hang their laundry up outside. I’ll just take something before getting downtown.” You suggested, but back tracked when he was silent for a moment. “I don’t have to, it was just an idea.” 

“What will you do if the police show up?” 

“Um… I’ll tell them you’re my boyfriend and I left something there that I need.” That made him scoff. 

“They won’t believe that.” 

“Fine. Ex boyfriend. Who’s been so busy working that I had to just go there myself.” You shrugged and he narrowed his eyes at you for a moment. 

“Fine. Know that if you get caught, I have no power or leverage anymore to help you.” Honestly you didn’t expect him to agree. You figured he might want to keep you within his sight at all times but that wasn’t the case. Trying not to read into this new found trust, you were going over the plan in your head. 

“Wait, is it even within walking distance?” You realized, worried the whole plan just fell apart. 

“It’s not on this island, so no. And the train is still down because of the bat.” 

“Oh… I can probably walk, it’ll just take me longer I guess.” The sun was rising anyway, so it’ll probably be fine. “Or I’ll ask someone for a ride.” 

“Do not do that.” He said sternly, making you frown. 

“Why not?” 

“Because this is Gotham and you are a young, attractive woman. You will more than likely be kidnapped, raped, or killed.” 

“What am I supposed to do then?” He let out a heavy sigh, and got something out of his desk drawer. When he told you to come to him, you stood, leaving the pencil and paper, and walked over. 

“Give me your hand.” You held your arm out to him and he gently grabbed your hand to put on a very weird shaped bracelet on your wrist. “In case you don’t have time to put the mask on, point it away from your face and hold your breath, then push this.” He pointed to a lever near the heel of your hand and you reached for it, trying to test the motion and get used to it, but he stopped you. 

“Not- now.” He strained, uncurling your fingers. 

“Sorry.” You said sheepishly. 

Then you were leaving, finding clothes that looked about the right size and changing in an alley behind a dumpster. The tricky part was the shoes but they’re subtle enough that they shouldn’t draw very much attention. You found an empty paper bag near the dumpster and put the mask in it then started looking for someone to drive you. You spotted an older woman getting into a car and immediately walked toward her. 

“Excuse me?” You said, making her pause. 

“No change, sorry.” 

“Oh no, I was actually hoping you could give me a ride. I have a job interview downtown and it probably wouldn’t make a good impression to show up all sweaty. But I understand if it’s too much trouble…” 

She only hesitated for a moment before agreeing, telling you to get in the back and asking for the address. You read it off the paper to her and ten minutes later you were pulling up in front of an apartment building. 

“You sure this is it?” 

“It’s for a small business.” You explained, quickly getting out of the car. “Thank you so much.” You dropped the smile as soon as you turned around to walk into the building. “Fuck,” You groaned, “I don’t have a fucking key.” How could you have forgotten that part? You decided to just walk inside, breathing a sigh of relief when you spotted a front desk. 

“Hi, I lost my key and my boyfriend’s out of town and I’m supposed to feed his cat,” 

“What number?” The man asked, bored. 

“178.” He reached back and grabbed a key, handing it to you impatiently. “Thanks...” He wasn’t lying when he said everyone and everything is corrupt or just doesn’t care. 

You made your way to the elevator and pushed 17. As you waited, you went over the list he gave you. Most of the stuff was easy, an extra pair of glasses in his desk drawer, a few pairs of clothes, shoes, a toothbrush as well as the extra one under the sink for yourself, etc. But you were mostly worried about the safe and the papers he wanted. What if you can’t open it? What if you grab the wrong ones?

The elevator opening with a ding removed you from your thoughts and you made your way to his door. You worked quickly, not wanting to increase your chances of getting caught, but you took the time to fold his suits, worried he’d be upset if you just threw them in his duffel bag. You opened the safe on the second try, putting the money that was in there in the duffel bag. 

Then you made your way to the desk. Even though the rest of the place was completely tidy, the desk was covered in different papers. He said they would be on top, not in a drawer, so you grabbed everything just to be safe. 

Before leaving, you went through his dresser, praying he wouldn’t be pissed, and got some shirts and sweatpants for yourself, as well as a hoodie and socks. 

The ride back was much easier since you had money to take a cab, but you still had to walk a few minutes, not wanting to be dropped off right in front of his “hideout” just in case. 

“No trouble?” He asked, barely glancing up from what he was writing. 

“Well I realized I forgot to ask about a key- speaking of which, you should probably move because the guy at the front desk just gave it to me.” The corners of his lips turned up and your cheeks went red, still not used to it. 

“Good job.” You stared at him in shock, feeling your cheeks heat up even more, but you tried to play it off. 

“Did you just compliment me?” You scoffed teasingly. 

“Don’t get used to it. Did you bring the papers I asked for?” 

“Oh- yeah.” You set the duffel bag on the desk and he opened it to inspect the contents. “I- I hope it’s okay, I brought just a few shirts and pants for myself too.” You said nervously. When he didn’t respond, you figured that meant it was okay. He started looking through the papers, then turned to you with raised brows. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bring the wrong thing so I just took all of it.”

“Thank you.” He said, making your eyes widen. 

“Mhm.” Was all you could say in response. “Oh- here.” You said, suddenly remembering the wristband and taking it off to give it back. 

“Keep it.”

“What?” You choked out. “You- you’re not worried I’ll use it on you or something?” You asked, staring at him with furrowed brows. 

“Of course not.” He scoffed, then set the papers down and took out a suit and the shoes as you just waited awkwardly, not sure what to do. “Are you just going to watch?” He was teasing you, but there was still an edge to his voice. 

“N- no, sorry.” You blushed, turning around and staring at the ground, listening to the sound of clothes rustling behind you and thinking about how you’ve only ever seen his face, neck, hands, and cock- nothing else. The thought made you frown. “Unless it’s okay… then I’d like to watch.” You said quietly and the rustling stopped. 

“Why?” His tone was guarded. 

“I just- I haven’t seen you yet and you’ve seen all of me.” You explained meekly. “Nevermind, sorry.” You waited anxiously as you heard no movement from the man behind you. 

“Go ahead.” He said in a measured tone. You tentatively turned around, finding him in just a pair of dress pants, straight jacket on the floor and shirt in hand. The first thing you noticed was how lean he looks without his suit. The second were the small scars littering his torso. The third was his happy trail, leading down into his pants, teasing you. 

“Satisfied?” You looked up at him when you heard his voice, not able to read his expression. When all you could do was nod, his lips curled up into a small smirk. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll fuck you stupid over the desk.” He warned, voice laced with arousal. 

“Is that a promise, doctor?” You purred, stepping closer to him, setting the wristband on the desk to have both hands free. He stiffened, but allowed you to move until you were right in front of him. Staring deep into icy blue eyes, you slowly raised your hands, as if you were approaching a wild animal who could attack at any second. His eyes moved to your hands, watching, but he didn’t say anything. So you slowly moved them closer until you could almost feel the heat from his body against your palms. His eyes moved back to yours and you searched them for a deterrent. When you found nothing, you placed your hands on his chest, sliding them down his stomach, making sure not to linger on any scars. You reached his pants and brushed over the button teasingly before snaking them back up his body. 

“You’re playing with fire.” He said lowly. Your hands reached his shoulders and you trailed them down his arms. Once you reached his hands, you grabbed the shirt and set it on the desk, then took both of his hands in yours, moving them around your waist. 

“On the contrary, Dr. Crane. I’m getting exactly what I want.” You placed your hands on his stomach again to snake around to his back. 

“Oh? And what’s that?” He said coyly, playing along. 

“You can let me keep teasing you to my heart's content or you can punish me. Either way I win.” You smirked, moving your hands down his back to his pants and following the waist line around his body until they met at the button. 

“You think you’ll enjoy however I choose to punish you?” He scoffed. 

“You said it yourself, doctor. You don’t want to hurt me. So I’m sure I can take it.” His hands moved to your hips, gripping tight enough to make you wince as he pushed you against the desk. 

“Foolish girl. You underestimate my desire to watch you crying and begging for my forgiveness. I have no problem torturing you, in fact, I’ll enjoy it.” You faltered at that. “Does that frighten you?” He asked, tilting his head. 

“You don’t scare me anymore.” You said quietly, feeling the arousal in your stomach quickly make its way between your legs. 

“That’s not what I asked.” He teased and you swallowed thickly, squirming under his gaze. 

“No.” You tried to keep your voice steady. 

“Maybe not yet. But I’m sure it will soon.” He reached a hand up to wrap around your neck, squeezing and pulling you forward as your breath hitched. “I don’t have to hurt you to torture you. You should know that by now.” He said quietly, gaze straying to your lips. 

“I can take it.” You said, equally as quiet, not even believing the words as they left your mouth. 

“You think so?” He cooed and you nodded in response. “I guess we’ll find out then.” He took a step back and you whined at the loss of his touch, reaching out for him. “Pick it up.” He said, gesturing to the straight jacket. Your eyes moved anxiously between him and the garment, hesitating. “This is the only warning I’m giving you— You don’t want me to tell you again.” You leaned down and picked up the straight jacket, then waited for his next command. 

“Put it on.” 

“Dr. Crane,” You whined, but he raised his brows, making you close your mouth and reluctantly slide it on. He stepped closer again then started buckling the restraints. 

“You seem to think that pain is the only form of punishment I’ll inflict. I guess given my history I shouldn’t be surprised but you need to get that idea out of your head right now or things will only get worse for you.” You stared at him with wide eyes but his gaze remained on the task of restraining you. “There are plenty of ways I can punish you.” He said clinically, like a doctor explaining something to a patient. “Like denial, for example. Not just orgasm denial… You can’t touch me either.”  

“Please- I’m sorry.” You whined, giving him puppy dog eyes that did not work at all. 

“I bet you are. I bet you’ll say whatever it is you think I want to hear right now. Unfortunately, the only sounds I want from you are moans and cries.” He led you over to the couch and kneeled in front of you to pull down your pants and underwear before having you sit. He discarded your shoes so he could fully remove your clothes, then pulled you forward to the edge of the couch and spread your legs embarrassingly wide. 

“I think you also underestimate my patience. I am more than willing to do this as long as it takes.” He started dragging his hands up and down your thighs, teasing you, never getting close to where you wanted him.   

“Please.” You whined as your hips started squirming. 

“Come now… We haven’t even started and you’re already begging? At least save that until the actual torture begins.” 

“Don’t want torture.” You muttered. 

“No? I thought you said this would be a win for you? That you can take it.”

“Please.” You whined, much brattier this time— all but throwing a fit.  

“There’s that attitude.” He chuckled. “Keep that up. It makes it more fun for me when you break.” His hands snaked up your thighs, then back down, teasing you. You whined and squirmed, but surprisingly, it worked. He moved a hand between your legs, swiftly pushing in two fingers and rapidly curling them against your walls. You let out a choked moan from the sudden pleasure as your head rolled back onto the couch and your hips bucked. He pulled you even farther down the couch, then leaned down and took your clit in his mouth. 

“Oh fuck,” You said through a moan, hips flinching as he groaned against you in response. Lifting your head to look down at him, you found his eyes already on you, making you blush and squirm under his gaze. After getting so turned on and not coming when you sucked him off before, your orgasm approached quickly. The volume of your moans increased as you started trying to rut against his face. He suddenly pulled back, his fingers halting, making you whine. 

“Please, I was so close.” You pouted. 

“I know.” He leaned back down, resuming the motions of his fingers as he started working your clit over in his mouth again. Your breathing grew heavier as you felt yourself nearing the edge again, but you let out a choked sob when he stopped. 

“Please!” You cried. 

“Shh. Be a good girl and take your punishment.” He muttered before leaning back down and continuing. You weren’t sure how many times you were on the cusp of pleasure before it was ripped away from you, but you knew it was at least five— after that you weren’t able to concentrate on counting through your crying and desperation. He pulled back but continued moving his fingers as you babbled out incoherent pleas. 

“I have to admit, my patience is wearing thin so I’ll only keep this up for a little longer.” You sobbed in relief at his words. “Once I’m ready to come, I’m gonna fuck your ass. Remember how much you liked it before? It won’t be nearly as pleasurable this time and you certainly won’t be able to come from it.” 

“No- no, please.” You said, panicked. The thought of being empty was enough to intensify your crying. “Please- I don’t care if I don’t come, just please fuck me.” You whimpered. 

“Shh, it’s okay.” He said softly, but you just shook your head. 

“No, I- I need your cock- please!” 

“How do I know you won’t come?” He asked, slowing his fingers to a stop before removing them, making you whimper at the emptiness. 

“I won’t! Please- I promise I won’t!” He watched you cry for a moment before cursing under his breath and working on taking his cock out of his pants. 

“Can’t fucking say no to you.” He muttered, helping you to lay down on the couch as he crawled over you. The second he pushed in, you let out a relieved sob that turned into a whine when you tried to move your arms. 

“Please- I want to touch you. Please let me touch you.” You whimpered, watching the way his brows furrowed as his mouth opened in a silent moan when he was all the way in. 

“I can’t, you still need to be punished.” He said breathlessly and you sobbed the hardest you have all night so far.  

“Please! Please- I’m sorry!” You cried and he shushed you as he brought a hand up to wipe away the tears on your cheeks. 

“I know, it’s okay.” He cupped your cheek and leaned down to kiss you as he slowly started moving. Trailing kisses up your jaw to your ear, he whispered, “You’re doing so well, little one. Making me feel so good.” You sobbed harder at the pet name— not used to such affection from him. 

“Oh god,” You moaned, already feeling close again. When he picked up the pace and began kissing and marking your neck, you started panting again. You tried to at least tone down your sobbing a little bit, but after you started, it was really hard to stop. 

“Fuck- I’m already close.” He whined, rutting into you desperately now. His hands never left your body as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, letting out quiet moans and shaky breaths. When he stilled with a low groan, your cunt ached at the way his cock was twitching inside you, painting your walls with his come. After a moment, his moans stopped and he was panting heavily into your shoulder. When he started pulling out, you sobbing intensified. 

“No! Please- please don’t- not yet.” You whimpered. 

“I need to get this off of you.” He said, lifting his head from your neck to look at the straight jacket. 

“I don’t care- just please don’t leave yet.” You cried. 

“Okay- It’s okay. Sit up like this.” He maneuvered you so that he was sitting on the couch and you were straddling his hips, his cock never leaving you. He started working on the straight jacket, unbuckling all of it until he could slip it off if you and toss it on the floor. Now that your hands were free, you realized that you couldn’t even do anything with them, not without making him uncomfortable. So you continued crying. 

“Okay, just- come here.” He muttered, pulling you down to lay on his chest. Your hands gripped his shoulders tight as you turned your cheek, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the warmth of his skin. His hands fumbled around for a moment before eventually settling on your hips and you knew that he was probably miserable right now. Honestly you’re surprised he didn’t just throw you off of him instead. 

“I’m sorry- I…” He shushed you, not letting you continue babbling out apologies. 

“Just breathe.” He said softly and you couldn’t help but obey. You let out a slow shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down. “That’s it. Just focus on breathing. You did so well for me, I’m very proud.” You let out another quiet sob at the praise and shushed you again as he moved a hand up to your hair, lightly stroking it to soothe you. 

“You’re okay.” He said softly. “Just breathe— you’re okay.”

Part 9

(For the sake of the plot, bestie is no longer taking oral contraceptives because he had her get an iud or something back in Arkham lol)

#jonathan crane smut #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #scarecrow x reader smut #scarecrow #exposure therapy

[ihopesocomic]

Hi! New reader here! I just got to the part where Hope tries to open her injured eye. It was portrayed as rly cloudy, but I’m not sure how it got that cloudy so fast? It had happened Very recently, and while Vicious’s claws definitely damaged the cornea, idk if that was enough time for scar tissue to have accumulated so thick. It was more likely that it would have been swollen or misshapen, but not opaque/milky yet. As well, though the scar/injury definitely would make her ‘legally blind’ in that eye, it’s highly unlikely even w that damage that she would lose 100% of her vision. Corneal Opacity obstructs light/vision, but it’s quite likely that she would still be able to see brash lights and shadows, maybe some shapes (likely clearer toward the edges of vision, but perpetually out of focus there)

I point this out as someone who is blind in one eye myself from an injury as a child, and that generally we don’t really like the portrayal of “cloudy eyes=blind” in media. It’s usually used as visual shorthand, but bc ppl see it used that way, they think that’s what all blind ppl look like. I’ve gotten ppl who’ve tried and ‘caught’ some of my friends as ‘not blind’ bc their eyes weren’t white/cloudy, which is generally, not the case unless there is serious injury or disease in the eye. As for the 100% vision, we also get ppl who will wave or clap in our faces to try and ‘catch’ us (bc for some reason ppl just think ppl fake being blind for ‘benefits’—what benefits??) and we will always flinch bc 1) that’s the normal reaction, it’s sound and air close to your face, your body will instinctively flinch away from it. And 2) bc many of us still have some amount of useable vision, and getting that close is something even someone w very low percentage of useable vision could detect.

Not gonna ask you to redraw it of course, that’s entirely up to you, and it’s an ongoing, high-intensive webcomic and the page in question is quite a bit back there, but if we see it again plus the POV of Hope’s vision, if you drew a rough lining of that half of the picture, then filled it in with intense white/gray grittiness, more concentrated in the middle and a bit less on the extreme sliver of the outer eye (in Hope’s case, I doubt there would be too much of the eye that wasn’t covered by the scar tissue, Lion claws are huge and thick and at this point she’s had plenty of time to form a significant scar) and the vague impression of light/shadow, that’s a more accurate portrayal of blindness. The eye itself is almost guaranteed to be misshapen, that is, the iris and pupil, not the orb itself (it would have had to puncture through the cornea, and if that was the case she’d not really have an eye) something like a droopy part near the direction of the scar, and a bit more of an oval-ish shape (pics for reference can help if you can do that, otherwise not making it too extreme but enough that it’s visibly a scar and injury in the eye. These are all just suggestions! If you decide you’d like to do a more stylized version of this, just making the iris a bit raised and a little wider at the ends of the scar, and for POV just airbrush w a gritty texture and put some vague shading.

I really love this comic, and it’s portrayal of disability (Hope is just. I’ll cry) but that was just something that nicked me a bit. It’s hard to do everything right, and really hard for a personal project! You’ve done amazing, and honestly this is nitpicky of me I think, I just thought with the positive rep of limb loss I thought I’d give a little advice ig on blind rep, from a partially blind person myself. (thank you SO. MUCH. For not making her ‘mourn’ the limb she doesn’t have. She just doesn’t have it, it’s who she is. She’s not lesser or in parts bc of it, she deals w it, and though it’s still a disability and affects her as such, it’s not something she needs to cry over. She’s always been this way, and she’ll make it through.)

So, first of all: thank you so much for giving an informative and detailed input on this aspect of Hope's character. We truly appreciate it.

We've always intended to show Hope's eye injury gradually changing condition from her POV and her being able to open the eye slightly eventually, so we're not through with representing blindness or partial blindness through her.

As for your comments regarding what we've already shown, Cat did refer to references on that particular front as she did endeavour to get things accurate. While she is willing to admit that she may have got things wrong, the issue of people stereotyping blind individuals based on one form of how the condition presents itself doesn't mean that one form is not accurate or valid, if you feel me? The true issue here is people's ableism towards blind or partially blind individuals and assuming that a disability must present itself in a certain way to "count" (i.e. in a way they're familiar/comfortable with when stfu it's not about you?) when disabilities in general do not work like that.

But I also completely get that there is a need to break down the assumption that all eye conditions work like this. I know what it feels like to be held to a certain standard by my disabilities and it sucks. If there's one thing worse than just flat-out intolerant ableism towards disabled individuals, it's ableism under the guise of 'i understand your condition better than you do bc i saw it on TV once' ugh But yeah, we've put a pin in the helpful description you've provided and will take this on board moving forward because - like you've pointed out - this is how eye injuries actually work. We especially needed this input since we planned on having Hope being able to have the eye open eventually too. Cat certainly wants to go in and fix that panel with her eye opening in the relevant panel and make it not-cloudy, and what you said about the greyscale and filter idea for the panel afterwards where it's her POV will also be implemented. Thank you again for this advice and for explaining it so well, we always appreciate input like this. <33 And thank you again (again) for the kind comments on Hope's character. It's exactly why we opted to not have her injure the limb like Nothing did and have her be born with the condition instead. Not that we're opposed to that kind of representation, as we intend to cover it somewhat with Bronze and the loss of his limb and how he and the other lions of the Thundering Mountains adapted to it. But yeah, we felt like doing things differently a tad with our main protagonist. c: - RJ

#ask #ask us stuff #rj answers #comic feedback #hopeful #golden grove

[oddballwriter]

omg, if you didn't have a similar request, could you write that the guys from emh and mh will gift to the reader?:0 you are very comfy writer, btw!!<3

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Warnings: HABIT is here, mentions of preservation jars and animal bones in HABIT's part 

Author’s Snip: I love this request so much aaaa

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

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Marble Hornets

Jay

He'd honestly get you something small that he feels like you'd enjoy

Like he'd see the most niche and random thing in a store and then think "They'd like this" and so he'd get it for you

And it would be accurate

You would in fact like it

Tim

I feel like he gets you little nicknacks

Like they'd serve no purpose other than be a thing in your house

But its the fact that he will get you it, and then you will find a place to put it in your house

There's something about that that he likes and so he'll just continue to do it

Brian

Cute idea

He's actually very crafty and will gift you some of the things that he made

Most of the time he made the thing to be something you can have

Like idk, if you like those types of nicknack dolls that are made of other things, then he'll make you one of those or even a little group of them

He feels like it means more when he makes the gift for you and that's why he does it

Alex

He gets you something that you both have in common or something interesting

I do feel though that he would gift you posters and photos

Like he buys you posters of your favorite movies so you can have them around your house and also gifts you photos of the two of you together or doing something as forms of keepsake

Maybe he'd even buy you a Polaroid camera or something for your birthday

EveryManHYBRID

Evan

I've said this before but Evan would totally gift you tiny things he found either on his jogs or along a trail

Like he'll come back with a cool rock, lost piece of something, or a neat bottle cap and be like "Is 4 u <3"

Of course he'll buy you a little sometimes but I feel like he's the type to find something a little more special in finding interesting things and giving them to you

He shows affection like a bird /pos

Vinny

I feel like if you have something that you already collect, then he'd just get something to add to it

Like say you collect space themed things

He'd get you something that has stars, moon, or planets on it

Maybe you collect bug taxidermy

It might freak him out a bit but if he can find some money to spend then he'll get you a little case with a bug in it or something

Basically, if you have 'a theme/thing' then he'll just add to it

Jeff

This man would honestly get you anything you wanted

If money wasn't a limit to him then honestly he'd get you anything you stared at for more that a few seconds

But he'd honestly get you whatever he could

However, he obviously won't just buy you anything he sees

He pays attention and knows what you like, and if he thinks you'll like something he sees then he'll see if he can get it for you

HABIT

He gifts you weird, but also cool stuff

He'd probably gift you animal skulls or teeth

The skulls are always from animals and he says that the teeth are from animals

He says that they're animal teeth, remember that

I honestly feel like where Evan gifts you things he finds like a bird, HABIT gifts you things you find like a cat

It's mostly something dead

But dead things can be cool

Don't worry though, he doesn't just place it in you hand, he gifts them in little preservation jars

#everymanhybrid #slenderverse #marble hornets #emh vinny #emh evan #emh jeff #emh habit #mh jay #mh tim #mh brian #mh alex #everymanhybrid x reader #marble hornets x reader #slenderverse x reader #mh jay x reader #mh tim x reader #mh alex x reader #mh brian x reader #emh vinny x reader #emh evan x reader #emh jeff x reader #emh habit x reader

[hokiis-writing-dump]

Genshin Team Sleeping Trend, but I write about it instead.

So I’m back from a long time of no writing at all, and there’s no real reason for my absence besides me burning out. I stopped playing Genshin for a while and didn’t really keep in touch with any content for it either. Don’t expect this to be really all that accurate with storyline (because I did sorta not pay too much attention during Sumeru’s story, I got tired of how long it was) but it’s taking place after the most recent lantern rite. I can’t guarantee I’ll stay consistent with a schedule, so honestly, expect more of me posting at random when I’m in the mood, lol.

Characters in my team: Aether, Kazuha, Albedo and Heizou

Content Includes: Maybe ooc characters bc I haven't written for genshin in a long time, no paimon bc idk how to write for her, Scaramouche/Wander mentioned to be in the teapot but not with the others, teapot layout is the one thats like...water and islands. forgot what its called.

Extra Headcanons:

They're kinda relevant for this, but both Traveler(Aether in this case) and Wanderer don't sleep. Wanderer because he's a puppet, Aether because...well he's not human. That's a headcanon thats lenghty, so i wont explain it here. Okay last thing, Aether doesn't speak in ig...full sentences. He skips words sometimes and breaks up the sentence. I don't think he's fluent in Teyvat's language, hence why Paimon speaks so much.

The 4 entered the SereniteaPot after a long and arduous day of commissions, quests, errands, etc. and removed most of their unnecessary accessories.

Heizou swiftly made his way over to the nearest couch and flopped down face-first, probably almost asleep already. “Im not the only one who’s completely dead after all of those cases, right?” Heizou’s muffled voice echoed from the pillows on the couch. Albedo smirked at Heizou’s display of exhaustion.

“Guess it’s time to sleep then already? We did eat while we were out, so I suppose we can go right to bed. It is late.” Kazuha turns and questions, hanging his haori(correct me pls if that’s the wrong thing) up near the door. He places his shoulder guard down on a shelf nearby as well, besides the numerous trinkets Aether has collected on his travels.

“I’m not completely drained but…I suppose we can. Aether, you’ll be resting tonight, right?” Albedo turns to Aether, who was about to walk right back out of the teapots mansion and probably train outside the whole night. Albedo shoots Aether a disappointed look, expecting him to turn back around immediately and follow them back in, but Aether continues to slowly leave the doorway.

“Aether.”

Aether gives Albedo a glance back, almost pleading to not have to ‘sleep’. Albedo knows full and well that Aether doesn’t really sleep, but has still yet to know exactly why. Either way, seeing him at least lay down for the night would be enough.

“…You know I won’t sleep. No point in laying down.” Aether tries to reason his way out of this, preferring to do something a bit more productive.

“Get back here, and come lay down. We’ll even push the couches together like have you have it set up in your room, if that makes you more comfortable.” Albedo nods towards Kazuha after this, and Kazuha goes to start moving the couch Heizou is on and another couch in the open living room.

Aether sighs, deciding not to fight this one, and comes back into the mansion. He leaves his shoes at the door where everyone else’s shoes are, and then comes to help Albedo move blankets and pillows in from Aether's room.

"Where would you even be this late in the teapot? I know you have a small forest somewhere on the islands here, but would you really just train there all night?" Albedo inquires, genuinely confused on where Aether would even go this late since the teapot matches Teyvat's time. Aether looks around, putting a few pillows under his arm and rubbing the back of his neck.

He shrugs. "Dunno...maybe find Wanderer. Train with him? Talk with him. He doesn't sleep either." Aether's taken out the braid he usually wears now, his earing, scarf and whatever else being set at the table in his room. Albedo shakes his head in sighs. Guess he has to talk to this 'Wanderer', who he has still yet to meet despite Aether mentioning him before, and get him to rest as well. They both return to the living room soon after this exchange.

Once everything is moved, the four change into clothing that’s a bit more comfortable, and slowly begin to lay down one by one. Aether grabs a few books, of course. If he’s going to lay here for hours while the others sleep, he has to be doing SOMETHING. Not lay there contemplating his existence.

There’s idle banter for a good thirty minutes or so, chatting about what they’ll do tomorrow, what they’d want for breakfast, anything really. Heizou’s the first to fall asleep, after he curls himself around Aether in an inescapable death grip to insure he won’t be able to leave in the middle of the night without waking anyone else. Kazuha falls asleep next in the middle of his speech, causing Albedo and Aether to chuckle and joke about it for a few minutes after. Albedo then falls asleep last, after wishing Aether a goodnight and almost saying ‘Sleep well’ despite knowing he won’t sleep at all.

Aether opens one of the many books he’s read before, in similar situations of the others forcing him to at least lay down with them. He won’t sleep, but it’s nice to have the comfort of people he trusts being beside him in a moment of repose such as this. They can’t hear Aether but he speaks anyways.

“Goodnight, sweet dreams.”

#genshin impact #aether #shinkanoin heizou #heizou #albedo #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha #wanderer #scaramouce #kunikuzushi #kabukimono #the balladeer #WHY DOES SCARA HAVE SO MANY NAMES. #genshin writing #genshin drabbles #aether genshin impact #heizou genshin impact #albedo genshin impact #kazuha genshin impact #scaramouche genshin impact #genshin team #genshin team sleeping

[kathxsoupp]

In Love With a Fever: Chapter 5

William Afton x law enforcement ! reader (fem)

HELLO HI I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD!!!!

Summary: Reader is a detective who was put on the missing children incident case, her person of interest is William and is currently investigating him.

WARNINGS: very graphic violence throughout the whole fic, eventual smut, slow burn, age-gap between reader and Will, manipulation, mutilation, broken bones, use of pet names, Will is obsessive, mentions of death, death and murder, there will be smut, a lot probably, I think, dub-con at some point maybe, fluff and angst, idk if I missed something just read with caution

Notes: NOT ENTIRELY LORE ACCURATE!!! This fic is also posted on my AO3, linked in my pinned post, I'm updating this fic every Monday and it's the first thing I have ever posted, so I hope you like it!

--MINORS DNI--

Chapter 5

He stood before his office window, thoughts racing through his mind. The satisfaction of his perfect plan slowly but surely working out made him feel like he was on top of the world. The clueless girl like an angel sent from heavens above right there for him to use. He promised himself he wasn’t actually going to fall in love with her or anything. He didn’t perceive her as that special. She was just there to cover for him. She was there for him to manipulate and shape into what he needed her to be, ‘so don’t fall too hard sweetheart. I’ll get rid of you in the end anyway.’

The clock finally struck 2:30 pm. You looked into the mirror once more, fixing your appearance and taking a deep breath. You were a little bit too nervous for a work-related meeting. If you could always be so professional about your job, why couldn’t you do the same right now? Working in law enforcement was always your dream job. True crime, mystery and even horror and paranormal stuff always intrigued you so much. That’s why you were so excited about being on this case.

You’ve known about Freddy’s for a while and about the diner that came before it. To be honest, you were still hoping you could maybe somehow get Afton to show you the robots, since you didn’t get the chance earlier. You wanted to know more about them. How they work, how they were built if there’s any stories behind them, etc. The animatronics were interesting to you, but you also found them a little bit creepy. That didn’t discourage you from wanting to find out more though, quite the opposite. Now you needed to focus on the task at hand.

You grabbed your bag and left your office. You walked out of the building and headed to the appointed place. The café wasn’t too far from where you worked. It was about fifteen minutes away, so you decided to just walk instead of driving. You got there a little earlier than you meant to. At least you had the time to find some place to sit and collect your thoughts.

Ten minutes later, he arrived. You looked up from your notebook and your heart skipped a beat when you saw him.

Why were you this nervous?

Breathe, (y/n). Breathe.

You stood up from your chair with a small polite smile and held your hand out to him.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Afton. Thank you again for taking the time to speak with me.” You greeted him. He took your hand in a handshake. “The pleasure is all mine, agent.” He said, returning your smile.

You couldn’t believe how quickly he got so comfortable around you; however, you didn’t exactly mind that. It was your intention to get him to trust you as much as possible. They tend to be the most talkative then. You both sat back down, and you opened your notebook to write down anything he says.

“So, how have you been since we last spoke?” you asked him. “I’ve been alright, but I have to say I’m still very concerned about the recent events.” he replied with a serious look on his face. “It feels so surreal to me, and it has left me feeling quite numb I have to admit.”

Your heart ached at his words. You knew he was also a grieving father and couldn’t imagine what it must be like to go through the pain all over again.

“Again, I am so sorry for your loss. I can’t imagine what that must be like.” “What was it you needed to talk to me about?” he said to change the subject.

You were now a little nervous to ask about his family. You didn’t want to make the situation worse than it already was, but you didn’t have a choice, really.

“I just needed to ask you a few more personal questions. I promise you it’s just routine work, we need any lead we can get so we can finally put a stop to this madness. Would you be comfortable with that?”

He smiled to himself. He didn’t think his act would be so good you’d believe every single word he said.

“Of course, miss (l/n). Go ahead.” He said with that same smile, leaning forward, hands on the table fingers intertwined.

You asked him some questions you had written down in your notebook. Everything went well, until you mentioned the co-owner of the pizzeria, Henry.

“Henry, huh?” he said. “I have to say Henry Emily is the nicest man I know. Cheerful all the time, always happy to help, but he’s been acting strange lately. You know, I don’t want to point fingers at anyone, and I genuinely don’t believe he could be a suspect here I just figured you should know.”  “What about his behavior do you consider as strange?” you asked with a furrowed brow. “Well… he’s secretive and startled easily, I guess. Every time I speak to him, he seems nervous Fidgeting with his hands, not his usual calm and friendly self, but that might just be this whole situation getting to him.”

Interesting. You made sure to note down what he told you and then closed your notebook.

“Alright, well that would be all from me today. Thank you again for meeting up with me today, Mr. Afton. Is there anything else you’d like to talk about?” He leaned forward in his chair closer to you. “I saw you looking for the animatronics the last time you visited my restaurant. Tell me, do those fascinate you?” he said with a small smirk. Your face went red. “Oh you did? I didn’t mean to stare, but yeah, I have to say those are very interesting. It’s a shame I didn’t get to get a look at them.” “You know, if you want, I will gladly take you to see them sometime. I can show you around too. Show you how they work, I can even let you see the blueprints, if you’d like.”

His offer shocked you. You didn’t expect him to be so eager to show you his work. Especially when you were literally a cop, a possible threat to him. The fact that he would voluntarily like to spend time with you showing you his restaurant gave you the slight feeling he really had nothing to hide, but you couldn’t jump to conclusions yet. And as much as you hated to admit, you really wanted to accept. You wanted to see the animatronics and spending time with him would be the cherry on top. You knew it would be so unprofessional. You knew it wasn’t right, but there was no way you could say no.

“Really?” you exclaimed a little louder than you meant to. “You know, I’d love to, but I don’t think it’s right you know. And besides, I wouldn’t want to be a bother to you.” You answered with an apologetic smile, but you prayed he would insist on his offer. “It wouldn’t be a bother at all, love. I was the one with the idea, wasn’t I? And as for the professionality of it,” he lowered his voice, “if you can keep a secret so can I.”

The nickname gave you butterflies. His attractiveness was a little too much for you. You hated it, but you were melting on the inside. You did your best to not make a huge deal out of it. He was a brit after all, and it most likely didn’t mean anything. You pushed your thoughts to the back of your head and leaned forward to get closer to him.

“My lips are sealed, sir.” You replied with your voice lowered, mimicking his, and with a smug little smile. He grinned. “It’s a deal then, agent. Tomorrow, after work, at 9:00?” You kept your smile. “Sounds perfect.”

#fnaf #william afton #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fandom #fnaf fic #william afton x reader #william afton fanfic

[crazypossumman]

A thing about binding…

So, as we all know, there’s a lot of reasons someone may not be able to bind with an actual binder. These include:

Financial reasons

Health issues

Inaccessibility due to lack of support from family

Hostility towards trans people in their area

Simply feeling uncomfortable in a binder due to chest size, body type, or any other factors

Or a multitude of other things

I’ve been binding for about 2-2.5 years now (I can’t remember exactly). Unfortunately, financial struggles make it seem like top surgery is a thing of the distant future, so I’ll probably be doing this for some time. I am also a plus-sized dude with a very large chest—approximately 38D, but I don’t wear bras so I don’t know my size exactly—which causes some issues. Being large-chested is already known to cause back pain BEFORE adding binding to the mix. And, with the size of my chest, I feel uncomfortable/unsafe being out in public without binding due to the fact that I pass in most other ways, as I live in a rather conservative state and typically try to avoid being flagged as trans by strangers.

As a result of these factors, I’ve been doing some experimenting with alternatives to binding. Now, again, being large-cheated really starts to limit options. Things like tucking are already considered dangerous, and they tend to be impractical with larger breasts.

So, I’ve been looking in to alternatives. The first thing I did some research on was the TomboyX compression bra that recently spiked in popularity after being sold at Target for a time. While these look like a promising and well made produce, they still run at about $40 (before taxes and shipping), making them comparable to the price of a binder. And, though the reviews on them seem very good, I wasn’t personally wanting to spend that amount of money on what appeared to be a glorified sports bra (I mean no offense by this, it’s just personal opinion).

And so, being the Broke Bitch™️ I am, I went to Walmart. There, I found this:

Looking at it, it seemed pretty promising. If nothing else, it would be a good alternative for when I needed break days or would be working out, so I bought it for a whopping $14.99 (after tax). Immediately when I went home, I tried it on and took comparison photos between that and my binder.

This is the GC2B half-tank binder in an XL compared to the sports bra in the photo above from two different angles. Obviously, the shape is quite different, but the sports bra is surprisingly comfortable and adds a very decent amount of compression. Next, I put on a t-shirt and retook the photos:

Again, this is binder on the top, sports bra on the bottom. Still, there is a slight difference in shape and size, but it’s generally not that noticeable. Granted, I do wear almost exclusively baggy t-shirts, so I’m sure that helps. Next, I took the same photos with my go to Trans Guy Baggy Hoodie:

So, there's a bit to unpack here. First of all, it's worth noting I immediately removed the pads from the bra. Even so, the shaping issue is still somewhat of an issue. Luckily(?) for me, with my body type, it would be believable for me to have a bit of Man Titty. For someone thin and large-chested, this may not be the case. On the other hand, for anyone relatively small chested, bra like this one would probably be (at least somewhat) effective.

To make things simple, here are the things I liked about the...

Binder

Is made especially made for trans men, therefore eliminating some of the dysphoria associated with wearing a bra (for me, at least)

Shapes the chest so that breast tissue more closely resembles "pecs"

Slightly flatter chest look

Is more comfortable to wear in public on its own (ie. for swimming shirtless)

Sports Bra

Thinner straps and lighter fabric can reduce sweat and therefore acne

More breathable/less compression on the lungs

Less risk for the health issues associated with binding (ig)

Might make my body personally look more proportionately accurate (idk if looking like I have massive pecs or slightly saggy man titties is better lol)

End game, I feel this experiment has left me with more questions than answers. Honestly, during the winter months when I have to layer up anyway, I may wear the sports bra to give my body a break, but I get the feeling I will be back to binding normally before long.

If anyone else has any information on this, please feel free to share your insight with me. Or, if any plus sized people have tried the TomboyX compression top or any other brands of binders that may be worth trying, let me know how you felt about it! Maybe I'm wrong and it would be worth the money lol.

Also, a friendly reminder that binding is by no means required for any chest size to be nonbinary, transmasc, transgender, etc. or any combination thereof, and that everything I reported here is based on my personal experience alone.

Note: Any comments on my weight or misgendering and I will start hunting you for sport :)

#idk kinda random #don't ask me what this post is supposed to be exactly because i don't know #transmasc #trans #transgender #transmasc stuff #binding #chest binding #chest binder #chest dysphoria #tw dysphoria #comparison #lgbt #lgbt+ #lgbtq #lgbtq+ #queer #transmasculine #trans man #trans dude #trans guy #experiment #opinions #seeking advice #nonbinary #transmasc nonbinary #he/they/it #respect pronouns #fuck transphobes #binding without a binder

[sexydreamgirl]

Hi hera so Ik you advocate that your subcon only needs to hear things once, like a command to bring us the desire but how does it work for people first trying out the law & affirming and persisting? wouldn’t it require persistence in the thought that it would be here in the 3D instantly? idk I’m confused 😭

I explained this quite lengthily and I reckon it might be a bit confusing which I tried my best to clarify at the very end, but I hope this explains it!

I say this because your subconscious mind is you and you don’t need to “impress” or “saturate” it because it’s not some hard drive that requires you to reprogram it, it’ll accept anything you tell it factually by hearing it a single time. However, that case depends on your conscious mind’s role as well. The conscious mind is the factual/logical thinking part of your mind (this is why SATS is so powerful, the conscious mind is asleep so if you’re manifesting a 4 inch waist but you know you have a 32 inch it’s easier to convince yourself [your sub mind] that the former is true and that’s how you manifest). Persistence is advised when you’re incapable of seeing your desires as a fact on the spot/when your conscious mind is awake and this is why people like to affirm on a loop. Some people can command their subconscious and carry on with their day. For others it may take longer to fully see their desires as a fact. Everyone’s different! It would also depend on your self concept (more specifically what your assumptions about manifesting look like). Back to persistence, the state of consciousness you are sustaining (persisting in) is what manifests, so that’s why it’s so advocated for!

I mentioned two different factors that determine how something is manifested so I’ll try to rephrase in case what I just said didn’t make sense:

Your state of consciousness is formulated by your assumptions and what you accept to be a fact.

Your self concept is comprised of assumptions of yourself, the world and manifesting, more accurately your confidence manifesting wise. If you're doubting the law and your desires, struggling to see your desires as a fact or feel separate from them/putting them on a pedestal, etc. those are indicators of a poor self concept. [[Note: you can still manifest with negative assumptions about manifestation since you're manifesting 24/7, but if your self concept is doing great, accepting your desires as a fact/changing your state of consciousness is going to be extremely easy for you (because you know imagination creates reality) and behold, you manifest instantly.]]

Your subconscious mind is you and will accept anything you tell it as a fact by saying it a single time, so you don't need repetition to manifest.

Your conscious mind is what stores facts, so when you manifest something you alter those facts into what you want, but the conscious mind doesn't accept facts on the spot like the subconscious mind does because it's wired to be "logical", so your state of consciousness is created by your conscious mind (the facts).

To change the facts/assumptions, you return to the state of consciousness you would like to harden into fact. This is LAW and it WILL conform!

However, if you struggle to shift your state of consciousness, persistence is advised.

SATS is sacred because it's like a shortcut to change your state of consciousness because your conscious mind is asleep!

#I have to stop writing my future posts in asks

[thelightofthingshopedfor]

actually I’m moving this to a new post because fuck it

okay so I finally looked at the reply, and

Even though there is no good way to prepare for a  neuropsychological evaluation, other than to get a good night sleep and  avoid feeling hungry, it is not unusual to feel as though you could have  done something more. In regards to the self-assessment tests you took  on-line, research has demonstrated that some of them result in high  false positive rates, which decreases the validity of the results (Sara  Jones, Maria Johnson, et al Autism Research and Treatment; Bram Sizoo,  EH Horowitz, et al Autism journal).  Other psychiatric diagnoses besides  autism can result in elevated scores on these self-tests.  Neurocognitive discrepancies and deficiencies frequently associated with  autism were not part of your pattern of test results. As I mentioned in  the report  you have symptoms consistent with autism but there isnt enough to reach  the severity of an autism diagnosis. The results in my opinion are more  accurately described by social anxiety, ADHD, and a persistent anxious  mood disturbance. I appreciate your desire to better understand yourself  and the test results and hope you are also able to discuss these  questions with your therapist as well.

a) maybe I’m overly sensitive (...fine, I’m almost certain I’m overly sensitive) but this feels patronizing b) part of my entire point in sending self-test results and discussing additional things that didn’t come up in the interview was to point out, hey, I have potentially new information that didn’t come up in the interview so maybe the evaluation should be reconsidered, at least a little bit, in light of that new information? and this basically sounds like “no, I’ve already decided your social difficulties are based on anxiety and new information doesn’t affect that because the cognitive tests don’t indicate autism.”

in some ways, I don’t know, maybe I shouldn’t find this upsetting because it’s not like they came back saying I’m neurotypical, they did confirm the ADHD so that’s something, especially because it's been pretty destabilizing the way my prescriber has always been kind of half-hearted about it (”yeah you fit the criteria but also it’s not a severe case, everybody forgets things sometimes, hmm wait you’re not responding to stimulant meds so maybe it’s not ADHD after all and I should change my diagnosis, idk”). and since there’s so much symptom overlap between ADHD, anxiety, and autism, maybe it shouldn’t matter that I only have a diagnosis for two of the three.

but it feels like--if it’s social anxiety, it’s on me to fix it. I have to work on it, and expose myself more, and put myself out there, and do exhausting shit that kind of makes me want to cry just thinking about it, and maybe if I work hard enough and burn myself out learning every social cue ever, I’ll eventually stop fucking up and manage to be normal, and maybe friends will stop ghosting me. I’m sure the healthier way to look at that is that it’s fixable and I should feel empowered to do something about it, but I don’t, I just feel exhausted and overwhelmed because I’m being asked to do something I don’t have the energy to do.

if I’m autistic, I’m...never going to be normal. I have to mask in certain settings, but the healthiest thing is to not mask as much as possible, to try to be authentic, whatever that ends up meaning. That’s...not necessarily good, because as I understand it a lot of people only like the mask, but at least that might mean it’s not my fault that people keep ghosting me, you know?

I don’t know, I’m probably looking at this all wrong because I just do that, because at this point my brain is so fucking rewired by depression I don’t know how to fix that either, but it feels like if it’s all social anxiety, any problems I have are my fault unless I put in the effort to fake everything, using energy I don’t have...whereas if I’m autistic, at least then maybe it’s not my fault, maybe I’m not already automatically wrong because it’s just how I am.

oh. and I did cancel my appointment with my prescriber. but I for sure do need to reschedule that one, because unlike my therapist I have her assistant actually calling back to arrange rescheduling something, plus you know I need to keep having appointments to keep refilling my prescriptions. only I still don’t want to. and I don’t really want to reschedule with my therapist either. probably I need to find a new therapist but just the thought of starting that process also makes me want to cry, so that’s not super great either

#brains behaving badly #autism #actually adhd

[eldorr]

Anthidial

Flag with symbol (left), Flag without symbol (right)

Anthidial is a gender descriptor, that describes genders that have qualities that present as a specific gender alignment(s), however don’t accurately fit under these things.

The main kinds of gender this was coined to cover being genders relating to concepts, as concepts are quite broad in functionality, since while some concepts ARE tied traditionally to gender, some aren’t and generally are referred to a xenine gender.

However this isn’t only what Anthidial covers, as it also covers ANY gender that can be described as having qualities of other specific things, while not being that thing.

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Examples of what this includes (not ONLY what it can include, just some examples):

Concept related genders that aren’t accurately explained under the xenogender umbrella, however also aren’t described by concepts usually prescribed to gender. This can include genders relating to emptiness, wholeness, tiredness, wakefulness, alertness, etc. as these are emotions sometimes prescribed to gender or how one experiences genders, however in this case they’re apart of or included in an abstract concept.

Terms relating to how one uses a gender term, whether it be literally, figuratively, metaphorically, etc. such as an individual who uses catgender to explain how one’s gender feels like how a cat behaves, versus believing their gender is catgender in itself.

Genders described as being similar to existing genders but not being them, such as Antigender, Offgender, etc. This can include genders where one’s gender could be described as “male/female/aporaine/outherine/xenine” but just is something else, and can’t be accurately described as those terms.

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This term was originally posted September 21st, 2022.

Anyways yeah had an idea for coining something like this for a while now with the whole “what’s a xenogender anyways” convo going on I noticed a sorta lack of a word people could find useful when coining or describing how their gender feels. There’s also a general lack of terms to describe how a term functions or how one uses terms so I kinda am on a move to coin some terms relating to that sometime idk when.

Anyways this term isn’t an umbrella term in itself it’s more like a bowl, if you feel like a term fits chuck it in, take it out if you want later, it’s just a word to help describe how a gender exists.

That being said this isn’t made to cover pre-existing gender terms that inspired this term (Kenochoric, Luxine, etc.) unless the original coiner explicitly says they’d consider it to be Anthidial. I just felt like MAYBE I’ll coin some things in the future that might fit the gap/blur between Outherine and Xenine since gender is weird, and kinda wanted a baseline term for myself to work off of, one that wasn’t absurdly broad like neogender lol. (I’ll probably coin some genders that could be considered anthidial to feminine, meaning they’re not actually fem but got the qualities, idk)

Like I said Anthidial is to be used like a bowl, not an umbrella. Terms coined with Anthidial in mind are generally seen as their own thing vs an “anthidial gender”. If you have food in a bowl you’re not looking at the bowl that much yeah? This term is mostly for potential classification reasons if any coiners feel like this fits something they might coin feel free to use it.

The wording explaining how something is anthidial may be as long or as short as one wants, it could be as simple as “[x] is anthidial, and therefore isn’t [gender term/umbrella]” and may go over some reasons whether or not the coiner has words to put to it. Anthidial isn’t really to be used as a gender in itself, but if someone feels like it’s a term that can describe their gender vs other terms, feel free to use it ig. It’s supposed to be flexible lol.

I’ll probably edit this at some point if anyone wants to put in any feedback that’d be great. Just noticing how long my rambling is getting vs the actual coining is, oops lol.

Oh yeah the flag was based off of the outherine and xenogender flags b/c I was originally gonna coin this as something else, but decided on this instead. The flag looked nice so I decided to use it anyways.

Oh yeah the name is based on Anthro+mid+ial, I was just looking at general root words and felt like this might fit the best. Since human concepts and all, middle of things, etc. idk how else to explain it lol.

#long post #coining #mogai #liom #queer #gender coining #lgbtq+ #imoga #term coining #gender modifier #gender descriptor #gender bowl #bowl term #anthidial

[missyourflight]

ooooooooo!!! ⭐  for tomorrow on every shore <333333

🛥❤️ commentary on the scene at the resort towards the end of the story under the cut!

“Can we get him some long gloves?” Aisling asks, squinting at Max. “Like opera gloves?”

“Maybe if we only put SPF on up as far as his elbows,” Hayley suggests. “Just to give the white bits a chance to catch up.”

“I’ll ask Lily,” Alex says, snapping a picture.

“You are all so hilarious,” Max tells them. He crosses his arms across his chest.

“I honestly don’t know what they’re talking about,” Daniel says. “I can’t even see a tan line.”

I really amused myself (if no one else!) working in Below Deck references throughout the fic and Max's blinding farmer's tan is a heartfelt tribute to Paget in S1 Sailing Yacht ⛵️ Also Daniel is a supportive bf god bless

He’s sitting on the same sunlounger as Max, their knees pressed together. “It’s a very gradual gradient,” he goes on, then pauses, bottle of SPF 50 in hand. “Is that the word, gradient?” I'm not super happy with the wording here but like, that thing Daniel does where he's not sure he's using the right word. He squeezes out more cream and spreads it over Max’s shoulders, rubs it into the back of his neck. “There you go, Maxy. Slip, slop, slap.” Slip slop slap and the primary school hats with neck flaps are my tribute to my old housemate and beloved friend who grew up in Australia! Louise... I owe you everything 😭

“What are you saying,” Max says, twisting around to face him, and Daniel grins, swipes sunscreen across Max’s cheeks.

Instead of their usual team night out, they’re spending the day at a resort, stretched out by the pool; Christian had called it a reward for all their hard work this season. Below Deck thing I love is when they mix up the compulsory night out with a compulsory day drinking session! And as always, if this were an accurate portrayal of Below Deck everyone would be 3000 times more messy and there would be so much more interpersonal drama, alas I am a romance bitch!!

Daniel’s enjoying himself, drinking frozen cocktails with little umbrellas in them. He offers Max a sip and Max takes more than he means to, sucking on the straw.

“Sorry,” he says, handing it back. “It’s cold.”

“Jesus,” Daniel says, but he doesn’t sound mad. Max sucking on things!! It's a lot.

“Your tongue is blue,” Lando says from the next lounger. Live slug reacting as per... It's silly but it makes me laugh to just have him chime in like that, Max's POV was Not paying attention to his antics lol.

Aisling has disappeared under the brim of a gigantic straw sunhat. Queen... Aisling is maybe my favourite person in this story and my favourite line of the whole thing is her talking head about Max not liking seafood. Alex is texting, of course. Hayley is sitting in Tess’ lap, waiting for Yuki to bring them both ice cream. Yuki throuple klaxon 🚨 Camera operators are dotted about like always, in case anyone does anything interesting.

“Come in the water with me,” Max says, and Daniel does. Max does So much yearning in this story, but there are these moments too where he goes and Daniel follows - jumping off the rope swing into the sea as well was a big one for me.

In the pool they circle each other, splashing lazily. Max thinks about lifting Daniel in the water, spinning him around, how his laughter would echo off the tiles and make everyone look at them. Something about water as a ~facilitator idk - it's easier for Max to lift Daniel in the water, it's easier to think about being with him in the water... First kiss in the hot tub etc...

“Do you want to kiss me?” he says. It feels like he’s asking a bigger question. I've said in other commentary that I don't know if I did the best/clearest job tracking their slide from "We won't do anything on the boat because cameras" to "We'll do stuff in private on the boat and accept that the cameras will see" to "The crew know we're doing stuff on the boat" to "Everyone knows we're in love"... They can't help themselves...

“Now?” Daniel says, but he’s already moving closer. He doesn’t make Max ask for it again, just cups his hands around both sides of Max’s face like a screen, kisses him softly. I like the image of Daniel screening their kiss -- they can still keep some things for themselves even if they decide to be more open about it etc.

He kisses Max’s cheek; kisses his neck; kisses the stark tan line on his arm. Max looks down at the top of Daniel’s head, at the water droplets in his hair catching the light, the pink cocktail umbrella tucked behind one ear, and it’s like there’s a sail in his chest, caught perfectly full of wind. First of all, Daniel with a pink cocktail umbrella behind his ear is very important 2 me. Second of all, Max in this fic can only think in sailing imagery the way Max in other non-AU fics can only think in racing imagery ⛵️

The rest of the crew are staring from their sunloungers. Daniel straightens up and waves at them, grinning big.

“I think they are jealous,” Max says, and tackles Daniel into the water, buoyant.

Alex: I wouldn’t say I’m surprised, no. I was in the hotel room next to Max last week. I heard some stuff.

Aisling: Literally everyone on this boat owes me money, because I fucking called it.

Lando: Interesting. What happened to “Don’t screw the crew?” Honk he's such a bitch. Also people were so nice in their comments about the talking heads sections, I was so glad they worked!

#sailing yacht au #commentary #asks

[enderspawn]

ahoy there

everything i hear about mark winters makes me want to eat wallpaper and i haven’t even seen the man. i’m tempted to watch prime defenders but teen drama stuff is a hard sell for me so i’m not sure if i should watch it. i’m also not the biggest fan of when the guys go into Super Duper Quirky mode and i don’t know what the tone of prime defenders is so i don’t know if it’s a mix of somber and quirky like riptide or if it leans more heavily into quirky.

my apologies idk what that last sentence was, it got away from me. anyway would you recc prime defenders for an individual of my tastes?

hm. I think there’s definitely some good wallpaper eating content available for all the characters, but it may be a bit too quippy for your taste to get to that part?

There’s definitely a larger absurdist comedic aspect to it than riptide imo, which I think kinda boils down to more the difference in setting and DM (but that’s something I’ll save for another day or if ppl show interest), but the short of it is that it doesn’t take itself very seriously in the moment to moment. I think s2 is also generally more absurdist/comedic than s1, but that might just be recency bias making me misremember.

It’s not that the show can’t be or isn’t as serious as riptide can get, the show has plenty of serious and dramatic moments! But they’re definitely more in the minority and the majority of your runtime with it would likely be the more jokey bits.

Of the drama in PD, I’d actually say little of it is Teen Drama™? Or rather, it’s not the petty kind of teen drama.

If anything, some of the conflict/drama can be fueled by the characters being teens meaning that they’re impulsive and struggle to see the “”bigger picture”” that all the adults around them do— “we’re still Just Kids at the end of the day” and “being let down by the adults around us that are meant to care for us” are both definitely themes running throughout PD, but that’s the closest I can think of for “teen drama”. (well, except William’s jealousy surrounding Vyncent, but that’s played for humor and not actual drama to begin with)

I think that your mileage will definitely vary— because it also kind of depends on your definition of Super Duper Quirky?— but I would recommend giving the public episodes of PD a try. It’ll take you through the first arc, Amalgam island, and should be a good trial run of the vibe without costing any money. It’s not the most accurate, since it’s the beginning and the tone has shifted a bit since, but it’s a good trial— if some of the more powerful emotional beats hit right and you don’t mind the comedy they put on, give it a watch imo!

(Worst case scenario, you could always decide to just engage through the fanbase for PD— it cuts a lot of the comedy bits that make up the base of episodes while highlighting the more dramatic sections)

#then again. i am Also Biased <wants ppl to watch pd HDKSNA #jrwi #answered #anon #idk if this is clear or not my brains a lil schizm’d but. i hope this helps? #again iirc s1 has less constant gaffs than s2. or at least early s2 #but they also have an entire arc abt party city and sewer ravioli so. mixed bag BDKANDKDM #but yeah it’s. dramatic story; comedic telling #they are on Full Stupid like 90% of the time HDKSNDN #og post #also if anyone else has words to Spare for anon please feel free to add on or say something #pd

[duck-era-lexi]

mcc participants tier list! (Hot takes)

oh boy do i have lots to say. let’s go row by row.

intial notes for a long, time, i never made a tierlist because i believed it was unethical. but i found myself ranking ppl in my heads when i made team predictions so i was like, whatever. i definitely based some aspects not only on skill but on personality/leadership. in each individual level, left is highest and right is lowest. 

i didn’t rank inactive players and was considering not ranking the simmers but yk, idk. rankings are heavily swayed by recency bias, specifically mcc24 and mcc25 as those are the ones i remember the most.

DISCLAIMERS - **OPINION!!** i only looked briefly on stats will doing this. maybe i’ll do a stats comparison in the future but right now, i just want to explain my thoughts. PLEASE don’t look under the cut if you don’t want your feelings hurt

- these are people so obviously it’s not very fair to judge people like this, especially if they have a small sample size. and since i ordered every single participant. i may be very wrong with my tierlist by the time the next mcc occurs. 

top 3 ez (S+) widely considered as the greatest mcc s2 players, these guys are separated from the below categories as they consistently rank extremely high. they all lead teams and teams are centered around them, but it’s their individual performances that stand out.

i’m a firm believer that sapnap is the best mcc player. i think illumina used to be the best in the first half of s2, but recently he hasn’t been doing as well. 

can carry a team (S) ok this is the one that i probably have to say the most about. let’s go through it:

dream is the best mcc leader period. but he’s also extremely close to being in the S+ category. he also has the dnf buff 

purpled realistically could also join the S+ club because he’s more individual-based. but purpled has a small sample size in terms of team variety, so i don’t know. as of mcc25 i think purpled’s better than quig and pete.

for quig and pete i’m very biased towards their old performances. they’re still really really good players (quig winning mcc23 and pete’s crazy placements in the back half of 25) but they’re not as dominant as they used to be. 

i’m very confident that punz is the worst S-tier- sorry that’s kinda harsh but he’s more of an underdog? jojo has a small sample size of S-tier-ness so i didn’t know whether to put her above punz. teams are built around these two but they can team with really good players (A+) and still not make it to db. i am always rooting for punz

H/5 + players that teams are also built around  pretty well known player dynamic. i’d say it’s the hbomb effect that 5up has as well, just to a lesser extent. as u know i am a 5up anti

if you noticed that the top players in these three categories are the players with 5 wins, that’s not a coincidence. 

borderline S (A+) most of the community considers antfrost to be the best player that hasn’t gotten 1st. i agree w that. sb is also really good as well but he literally is never in the event so less ppl talk about him. 

i used to think cpk was held up by his consistency, but after mcc25 that’s not really the case. if this was before 25 i’d say cpk>sb but now i’d say they’re evenly matched. cpk is extremely charismatic and an amazing leader though. 

tapl was widely regarded as an almost-s-tier player for a long time, but i don’t think he really is anymore. he’s been benched for a while but he’s definitely still really good. better than krtzy, i’d say. krtzy had his moment recently in mcc24 but it didn’t work out, so. 

2nd frag consistently (A) not a very accurate title because not all mcc teams are SABC; AABB is common as well. i honestly considered putting tommy in the above tier just based on his leadership but decided against it.

zeuz is op as we know. i don’t know smallishbeans that well, but his stats are really good (even in 25 w/o skyb). i think hannah is very very good, so even though she has a small sample size i put her in here. also as someone who watched mcc24 purple ryguyrocky is criminally underrated.  sylvee’s been slaying so hard lately, grian doesn’t have that much of a recent sample size, and george’s skill is underrated in favor of his dnf buff.

upper mid! (B) WISP probably should be in A but he hasn’t played recently and also i don’t know that much about him. i also think foolish is underrated.

i think everyone in the top row of this in particular has massive popoff potential. for example, ranboo ace race mcc 25. falsesymmetry in 10 meters of build mart. skeppy if he played more than one mcc

loose cannon a category made for wilbur soot. but jimmy solidarity being able to get 1st and 40th deserves this category as well. i also put pearl in this because afaik she’s improving a lot recently.

lower mid (C) the category i’m the least confident about, at least in terms of individual ordering. take it with a cup of salt.

vibes (D) please, ik y’all are scared to say it but also this would 100% be me if i was in mcc so there is no shame in being shit at minecraft. aimsey did rly good in mcc25 so she is borderline. i also think eret and michael are borderline, though that’s mostly due to them playing mcc much more than anyone else in this category

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conclusion! i’m gonna do another tierlist ranking something else but anyways slay! 

#mcc takes #ale reviews #long post

[thetaekookcloset]

Idk if you go on Twitter at all, but this has been going around today https://twitter.com/stopkookminpls/status/1546811945977782272?s=21&t=KerDTM25udIa9u7wul6Uxw

I personally don’t put much stock in matching rings, even with Taekook tbh. I have matching earrings and rings with my best friend and I can tell you it definitely doesn’t mean we’re dating or married, even though I wear it on my ring finger lol. But what do you think about the whole sharing clothes/matching jewelry thing if you haven’t addressed it already? I know there’s plenty of instances of Taekook doing that, but I guess Jikook does too and I know a lot of shippers use it as confirmation that their respective ship is real.

I hadn’t seen this yet, so thank you!

And from a second anon a little while later:

So people give a lot of credibility to tae's rings and how jungkook might have worn two of them. I have seen jimin and jungkook wearing it too. So what's the difference.

The short answer is: there is no real difference that any of us can see or know about, to put it simply.

I’ll put it less simply under the cut.

I don't put a ton of stock in the matching clothes/matching jewelry stuff, partly just because it's really difficult to keep track of it to be honest.  There's cultural stuff at play, BTS-specific group dynamic stuff at play, not to mention things like stylists and that sort of thing.  I did do a post on TK wearing the same clothes recently (as in my post was recent, not the clothes-sharing necessarily), but even then I mostly just provided examples without really talking much about it, because when it comes down to it, it's too hard to know if it means anything, or when it might mean something.

There's a lot of photo evidence out there of Taekook wearing matching rings, Jikook wearing matching rings/earrings, and I feel like any time a shipper from either camp mentions it, a mystical Vmin shipper will come out of nowhere like a cute little wholesome cryptid to remind everyone that Vmin have had and worn matching jewelry for years (genuinely no clue if that's accurate, but I've seen them say it so much that I figure it must be at least kind of true?).

Even the clothes-sharing thing is tricky.  Presumably wearing matching or coordinating outfits is a couple thing in South Korea, but based on context clues, it seems like literally sharing clothes is pretty normal for friends, or at least younger friends.  This is based on the fact that in BTS's early days, it was notable that Jungkook didn't like sharing his clothes; all of the members were aware of it being an issue for him.

In that way, it is interesting that he's had the practice with Taehyung for a long time, that they started doing it pretty early on and kept it up at least as recently as ITS1, but it's something he's also done at least a little bit with Jimin, and that Jimin has done with Yoongi, etc.

As with lots of things when it comes to guessing at the members' relationships with each other, it's the patterns that I feel can tell us the most, and it is interesting to me that Jungkook and Taehyung seem to have shared clothes the most often and for the longest amount of time, and the same is at least partially true when it comes to jewelry.  Still, especially where jewelry is concerned, it's hard to know truly how often they actually are wearing matching jewelry, and in a lot of contexts, it's hard to know if they chose it themselves or if it was chosen by stylists.

In this case specifically with the gold rings on Jikook, it looks like these photos came from D-FESTA, and even though the photos are zoomed in on their hands, from what I can see of their outfits, they appear to be in their photoshoot clothes.  If that's the case, I would assume these rings were chosen by stylists, not the guys themselves.  That's a guess, but it would make sense.  If they started wearing them all the time, I would be more likely to think they chose them for themselves and that they might mean something, but in this case, without seeing the same rings more often, my best guess is that they were just part of their outfits.

Like you said, people wear matching jewelry all the time and it doesn't necessarily have to be romantic, so personally, I wouldn't rely on the jewelry stuff to prove or disprove anything, even just for myself.  There seems to have been a period of time where Taehyung and Jungkook wore parts of the same set of rings pretty often, but even then, it's so hard to know how long that lasted, how often they wore them at the same time, etc.  It's just a really difficult thing to measure when we see them so infrequently and they're dressed and made up by stylists so much of the time that we do see them.

Where this particular instance for Jikook is concerned, one of the Jikookers I keep up with on here has actually already addressed this and even they said that they wouldn't see it as particularly meaningful unless it became more of a pattern, so if even they're not making a big thing of it, I certainly wouldn't.

P.S. The rings Taehyung is wearing in this gif are the ones a lot of people believe to be part of a five-ring set.  For a while, Taehyung would be seen wearing three and Jungkook wearing the other two.  They would wear them sometimes when they seemed to be in their own clothes, but here Taehyung is apparently wearing them during a photoshoot -- so this is a good example of how hard it is to keep track of what they’re wearing, when, and why.

#ask #taekook sharing clothes

[ryuusjacket]

man there's still so much stuff i don't know or understand about bsd fandom's politics and discourse and whatnot. like ive kinda picked up on some things and i sometimes think i might come to some conclusions myself from my own critical analysis of the series..... but again like. im dumb as a rock and my brain cells are super dead so there's a lot of common sense kinda stuff out there that i just never pick up on by myself. also ive basically forgotten all of bsd canon anyway bc i haven't touched the literal show/manga in fucking ages lmao. also bsd is just all-around fucked up so like basically every character, ship, and any other aspect is problematic in some shape or form.... but idk i guess im just not exact confident in my knowledge of what kinds of things cross That Line of what's morally acceptable to like as a fan. i want to know so i can be careful of what kinds of content i interact with.

for example... i Really want to know Why some ships are considered bad (like on their DNI list bad) by a large portion of the fandom. cause like obvsly there are definitely bad ones out there that Are obvious to pick up on, but like... i guess one of the ships that confuses me the most is oda/dazai? like that ship is condemned by A LOT of ppl in the fandom but... tbh i’m not rlly certain why? idk maybe it’s something completely obvious like maybe i forgot what dazai’s age was during the dark era (i coulda swore he was like at least 18?)... cause like okay i Get it if he was actually a minor when oda died cause like... oda was around 24ish i think? early to mid 20s, i know that much. but anyway, other than the potentially harmful age difference (this is literally just me being too lazy to go look up their ages in the timeline, but in the case that it is a minor/adult situation, then yes i understand and wholly agree with its condemnation and i would immediately ban even the Idea of them being a ship from my mind) but other than that, i don’t think there was anything else that immediately stands out about their canon relationship that was problematic? BUT AGAIN my memory is complete shit and i only watched season 2 ONE time so lmao. don’t take anything i say as being accurate.

anyway i forgot what other questions i had.... if i remember them i’ll try to put em down here so i can come back to it or think about it more or discuss it with anyone who wants to talk about it.

#dude this has been sitting in my drafts for months wtf i completely forgot to post this #but it's still absolutely relevant bc my knowledge of canon is still complete dogshit and i never found an answer to the oda dazai thing #i still don't know what tag to use for my original posts.... urgh

[spoon-writes]

Hi spoonwrites!

I never really ask anything or request anything from anyone but WOW. I love ends of the earth and its slow burn narrative based story. I know from archivesofourown that there is eventual smut and I gotta admit I’m REALLY curious because I originally thought that was off the table for you but I’m so so glad it isn’t.

I love when smut has a meaningful romantic arc behind it, it just makes everything more gratifying, and your story is fantastic already without it. I guess what I’m asking is…can you update it please 😅 You don’t have to rush smut or anything but I want confirmation from the ✨author themself ✨that it’s coming. I think I’ve read shelter a million times cuz that’s the most sexual tension we’ve gotten so far lol.

I think a lot of Mando smut is great but can sometimes be too much? Idk like I don’t mind a bit of dominance and roughness AT ALL but your version of mando seems like the most show accurate one so far and I would love to see how he devils tango if ya know what I mean. He seems like he could get down and dirty while still not becoming the typical dom character that’s like “you pretty little c*nt loves to be f*cked by my…..” ya know😂. I’m not like a prude (censoring myself didn’t help my case lol) but I don’t think that’s realistic for mando, I think he is a guy that can f*ck and be rough and a little kinky while not going overboard and still keeping his honorable character intact even in smut mode.

Anyways hope this wasn’t too long but I just wanted to say I LOVE your writing I think you have a special talent that cannot be taught and gotta say, urs is probably the best mando fic yet. I really hope your ok and still want to come back to continue posting! Just know that your work is always supported <3

Thank you SO much holy shit this is literally one of the nicest messages I’ve ever gotten 😭 You’re so sweet omg <3 Sorry it took so long to reply but I honestly needed some time to calm down lol So I am definitely gonna update Ends again! I actually got the next arc written it just needs some editing and then it’s good to go. I’m not totally sure when, but it is coming! These last months I’ve been at a low ebb motivation wise, so thank you for giving me a kick in the pants lol it feels so good writing again Also I can give you a definitive confirmation that there will indeed be smut. I’ve always preferred smut scenes that straddle (oi oi) mature and explicit so that’ll be what I’ll be aiming for. I’m not really a fan of typical dom character Mando either 😂but I can tell you that this won’t really be a thing for quite a while unfortunately. But if you like sexual tension on the other hand 😉 stay tuned Mando can be a tricky character to nail down, so I’m glad to hear that you think I write him well! It’s funny because I just read the very first notes I made and he’s a VERY different character than he ended up being. I started writing Ends between episode 3 and 4, so before he was on Sorgan and we got more of a glimpse into him as a character. Very first draft it was actually him who caught Sinead on Toola, but I realized that it wouldn’t work because no matter how much character development I put them both through, Sinead would never trust Mando. So nameless Trandoshan it is! Thank you again this is such a lovely message! I promise the next update won’t be a million years away <3

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