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cissyenthusiast010155 · 27 days

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heyy it's me again 🥰 since I am an absolute whore for lesso and cipher I was wondering if a threesome fic w them and prompts 16 + 27 would be on the table cos no one cares about logistics when it's smut lmao and it's the absolute dream 🫠

No One Cares About Logistics ~Dom!Cipher xSwitch!Lady Lesso xFem Sub!Reader

Summary— (Read Request) Cipher convinces Reader and Lesso to try an aphrodisiac. A fun night of smutty shenanigans ensue… Anon Response— Hello @ciphersonlywife !! Thank you for the request! This was the first time I’ve written Cipher and Lesso together, and it was a blast. Here’s a smutty fic for you. Enjoy! ♥️

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#16. Sex Pollen Troupe

#27. “Darling… you sound sinfully delicious…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, sex pollen, drugs, snorting of drugs, peer pressure, eating out (ass and pussy), oral sex, fingering, fisting, praise kink, pet kink, ma’am kink, light dom/sub relations, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

A rush of intensity and uncomfortable pleasure shot through you as you snorted the substance from Cipher’s finger. She angled her digit for you to ingest the entire substance, before you leaned your head back and sniffed violently. The back of your hand came up to your nose and rubbed it accordingly, trying to adjust to the dizzying affect of snorting something for the first time. The blonde then turned to Lady Lesso.

“Come on Lesso, don’t be a pussy…” Cipher taunted, offering her now refilled finger to the redhead.

The dean rolled her eyes and came forward, placing her nose perched on the other woman’s finger. Cipher looked at her suggestively, cocking her brow expectantly. Lesso groaned before properly snorting the powdery substance. She also had to take a step back and tilt her head, adjusting to the burn running from her nose down to her throat.

Cipher chuckled in content. She had already taken her portion, throwing the substance back like it was nothing. She had brought you both the newest drug on the market ‘X’. She hadn’t told either of you much about it, expect for reassuring both you and Lesso that while it could kill, that she wouldn’t let it get that far.

You could feel yourself aware starting to drift away mentally. You shook your head and tried to get a hold of yourself. But instead, it made you feel only more disconnected with your body. Your body started to feel dull and numb, and it slowly began to ache. You bit your lip and looked toward Cipher expectantly, who was leaning against the wall in amusement, arms crossed and gaze gleaming.

“So what is it…??” Lesso snapped, pinching the bridge of the nose and, beating you to it and asking the blonde impatiently what you both wanted to know.

Cipher shifted her weight from one foot to the other and tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with wicked intention.

“New class of aphrodisiac…” she purred.

Her words made your stomache drop. You were suddenly feeling very cold, and you wrapped your arms around each other. Lesso seemed to be feeling the same, as she wrapped her own coat around her tightly. Your lips parted to speak but you found that your mouth was dry and your throat hoarse.

“It starts by shutting down your system, restarting them only to send your body into a hyperdrive…” she cooed darkly, “left unattended your body will work itself to death…”

“Jesus Ci…” Lesso breathed out, an apparent shift in her tone.

You suddenly had a surge of warmth shook you, followed swiftly by your heart starting to race. You felt a lump in your throat as your core began to pour in unison with your heart. You looked over to the redhead and she no longer looked numb and cold either, no her pupils were blown wide, her hair a new level of frizzy and attentive.

“How… do we not die…?” You whimpered, finally pushing a couple words out of your mouth.

You wanted to collapse against the wall and wail. Hell, the two women would most likely encourage you to do so… they both enjoyed pain far too much… but you couldn’t get enough of them.

Cipher looked over to you for the first time, a predatory look in her eyes. Even though she looked more put together than the two of you, you could see that the drug was affecting her too. Her blown out eyes, her sheening skin…

“You need to cum.”

You breath hitched and your legs began to tremble. You couldn’t help it, your body collapsing on the floor as you let out a desperate mewl. You heard the sound of Cipher’s shoes coming towards you and suddenly your head was being jerked up by the woman’s hand, your gaze for ed to meet hers.

Oh her hand… the second you got just the tiniest taste of skin on skin contact, your mind went into a frenzy. Your thoughts were racing so fast, you couldn’t even keep up with them. But they all screamed for the same thing… more. Need. More.

“You wanna be fucked, baby…?” She cooed tauntingly.

You pouted your bottom lip and nodded, giving her your best begging eyes. Her hand swiftly moved to grab your neck and pick you up, pinning you against the wall. She then promptly let you go, and it was like your life was being ripped from you.

“No…!!!” You exclaimed, trying to reach for more in desperation, the woman expertly evading your grasp.

“Strip. Both of you.” Cipher ordered.

You both did as you were told, stripping until you were both in nothing. Cipher followed along, and once you were all rid of your clothing, her manicured hand found your throat once more. You let out a needy whimper and bucked your hips eagerly as she pressed you against the wall once more.

“Leonora, come over here and eat my ass out while I fuck our pretty baby…” Cipher commanded lustfully.

Lesso scurried to the ground, kneeling in between Cipher’s perched legs. Meanwhile, the blonde smashed her lips into yours. You moaned into the kiss, eagerly letting her tongue worm its way into your mouth and dominate you. You could barely see the redhead get to work, you assumed she began kicking the blonde’s sensitive hole by the way Cipher groaned in your mouth.

The blonde’s one hand remained around your neck, squeezing your airway tighter and tighter, slowly making your eyes bulge. Her other hand then began to wander down your frame, not wasting any time in dipping into your drenched cunt and skillfully beginning to finger you. Your eyes rolled back and your legs start to tremble.

“Leonora stop teasing!!” Cipher growls, before moments later letting out a guttural moan as the redhead finally slips her tongue into the other woman’s ass.

Cipher’s eyes are rolled back and her mouth is open wide as she continues to moan right in your face and her fingers continue to ruthlessly fuck you. Soon, she has three digits inside you, and it doesn’t take long for you to start begging to cum.

“Precious baby wants to cum…? Why don’t you cum with me, yeah? I’ll count you down and we’ll cum together…” Cipher pants.

You nod desperately, bucking your hips and squirming against her hold. Sure enough, the blonde counts you both down, and you cum together, letting out wails of intense pleasure that reverberate across the room. By the time you both come down from your highs, you can hear Lesso whimpering in desperate need from the floor.

Cipher lets go of her hold on you and you collapse against the wall, slowly falling down as you try to catch your breath. The blonde turns around with a chuckle and faces the redhead, grabbing her chin and tilting it up to meet her gaze.

“Desperate girl needs some, don’t you…?” She cooes, also still breathless and panting.

Lesso nods eagerly, licking her lips from her prior activity. Cipher then steps aside and guides Lesso towards you by her chin. She places the redhead in your collapsed lap, before proceeding to sit back in a chair and start to languidly fuck her own pussy.

“Pretty girl, make Leonora feel good.” Cipher purrs in a command.

You look over at the blonde and nodded in obedience, quickly placing your hands all over the desperate redhead. Leonora bucked her hips into your lap as you explored her exposed skin.

“P-please…” she begged under her breath.

You bit your lip and nodded swiftly, placing one hand on her hip for support while snaking your other hand in between her legs. Your palm found the woman’s clit, and her reaction was mere immediate, grinding against the ghost of your palm in needy anticipation. Lesso’s hands shot to your shoulders as she let out a groan, as you swiveled your palm and pressed it against her clit.

“More more Christ more—!!” She swore.

You looked over to Cipher, whose eyes were dark with predatory and lustful intent, as she continued to finger herself. She gave you the go ahead, and so you slipped two fingers into the redhead’s soaked pussy. Lesso eagerly bounced in your lap, grinding against your entire hand as you fucked her to her climax. You licked your lips and leaned forward, latching onto one of her breasts as you continued to fuck her.

Leonora let out a howl in response to all the stimulation. Her whole body was on fire, her hair was free and wild, her body was sheening with sweat, as she bobbed up and down on your fingers at record speed. Her grip on your shoulders tightened, as you felt her walls around your fingers clench more and more.

“Ci Ci CI OH GOD CI—!!!” Leonora pleaded.

“What’s the magic word, Leo…?” Cipher cooed, about to tip over the edge herself.

“PLEASE—!!” She shrieked.

“Good girl… go ahead.”

Lesso’s grinding got sloppier and her hips stuttered as her orgasm crashed over her. A string of high pitched groans left her lips as she rode your fingers and palm through her high. In the background, you could hear Cipher groaning as she came right after the other woman.

Afterwards, Leonora went limp and breathless in your lap. You all sat there trying to catch your breaths. But she was still soaked, still wired. And it didn’t take long for the drug to kick back in for all three of you. Soon, you and Leonora were looking back at Cipher in desperation again. Cipher couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I know I know, never enough…” the blonde purred.

With her hand, she beckoned you both forward. You scrambled towards where the woman was sitting. Cipher leaned back in her chair, spreading her legs wide and giving you the perfect view of her pretty pussy lips.

“Come eat me out, baby…” Cipher cooed lustfully, rolling her head back with a groan with how fast your mouth attached itself to her cunt.

“Good girl…” she hummed, scrunching your hair together with her hand.

Her eyes rolled back as you ate her out.

“Leonora—! Let our baby ride your face.” Cipher groaned, bucking her hips and slowly suffocating you.

Leonora was quick to get on her back and shuffle underneath your upward kneeling stance. She grabbed your thighs and eagerly tried to pull your cunt down to her mouth. You lowered your pussy for the redhead and choked out a moan into Cipher’s cunt as you felt Leonora’s flat tongue movements against your clit.

This only spurred you on, making you even more desperate to please the blonde. Once Leonora slid her tongue into your core, you lost all coherence. Your hips rutted against the woman’s face as you used your every last breath to get the blonde off. Cipher’s one dug into your scalp and forced your head to stay nice and snug in her cunt, while she rode your face to her high. You both came apart at record speed, the drug speeding things along.

Afterwards, you and Leonora were left panting, faces full of cum. Cipher looked down at her two pets and smirked.

“We should do this more often…” she purred.

At that, both of you seemed relieved at the prospect of the night being done. But Cipher had other ideas…

“Leo baby, hold pet back…” Cipher commanded.

At her utterance, Leonora immediately sat up behind you and pulled you into her lap. She held your arms tight behind you and spread your legs with her own. So that you were completely powerless to the other woman, your cunt on full display.

Cipher got down from her chair, stalking her way over to you with a crawl. You shivered and let out a whimper as her digits ghosted across your pussy lips. Her lips twisted into a sadistic grin as she began to push her entire fist into your core. Your toes curled and your body spasmed as you slowly took her entire hand.

“Oh God FUCK CI ma’am God—!!” You cried out.

“Darling… you sound sinfully delicious…”

You wanted to pass out her hand felt so good sheethed inside you.

“What…? Did you think we were done…?” She wickedly cooed, sending a fresh wave arousal to both of your cores and making your pussy walls clench around her fist.

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stinkysam · 6 months

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Monkey D. Luffy - Cook.

Warning : nsfw, top!reader

Genre : smut

Synopsis : "Luffy x Dom Male Reader smut. Sanji don’t like the reader and Luffy get on Sanji case taking up for reader even tho reader can beat Sanji up then luffy and reader have smutty time!" - @kai-wifey

Reader : male (you/yours)

-cis women dni-

Luffy found you and Sanji's constant arguing funny until he heard how serious that was.

You used to work at the Baratie too, and like Sanji you liked to cook special dishes. Making them look better than they're supposed. Making fine looking plates. You liked Sanji because you understood each other.

Until the day Zeff got fed up of your special cooking. While he couldn't fire Sanji due to his ties with him, he could put him as a waiter for some time. But with you it was different. He could fire you, and he did.

Since that day, you held a grudge against Sanji, who should've been fired with you.

You knew it wasn't his fault, but you couldn't help it, it annoyed you, he should've stood up for you.

Luffy tried to get in between you two, to calm you down, not wanting you to actually hurt each other as you were about to.

"[Name], Sanji, calm down." He shrugged, a hand on yours and Sanji's chest. "You can start over."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms as Sanji took a step back, looking away, both of you visibly annoyed.

"Then ask him why he didn't stand up for me ?"

Sanji said nothing, avoiding eye contact.

"I said enough." Said Luffy, a bit louder this time. "You should've stood up for your friend." He said to Sanji. "And you should drop it." He said to you. "You're not at Baratie anymore. No one will get fired for their cooking or plate dressing." He was looking at the both of you.

You huffed, looking away before walking out of the room. Luffy quickly followed you.

"[Name] ?"

"What."

"Do you really not like Sanji ?"

"All I know is that he should've been fired with me."

"Yeah but do you hate him ?"

"A bit. Why did you chose him ?"

"Because he fed us."

You sighed. Right.

"Wanna fuck ?" You suddenly ask and he looks at you, confused. "I've got a lot of pent up energy now and I don't know what to do with it, so let's fuck."

"Okay." He grinned.

You pushed Luffy in the bedroom as he giggled before climbing on the hammock, waiting for you expectantly.

But you didn't climb in it, instead you placed yourself between his legs and kissed him, your hands traveling his body as a chill ran down his spine.

You moved one hand down his pants, caressing his soft cock. You continued stroking him until he grew hard, whining for you to remove his pants, feeling too tight around him.

You tugged on them, helping him remove them and pushed him slightly on his back, holding himself in balance on the hammock. You still jerked him as your thumb prodded at his asshole, teasing him.

"Come on… [Name]."

Luffy tried to hump your finger in hope you'd push it in, and you did, slowly inserting your thumb inside him. He grimaced before smiling, quickly adjusting to your finger.

"Ah… fuck…"

You pushed it in and out, watching his hole swallow your thumb entirely as you spat on it so it would be easier to move. You stopped jerking him to caress his thighs, giving him a good slap, making him yelp before rubbing them, soothing the area.

You slapped them again and he hissed, head hanging back.

"[Naaame]." He whined.

His dick was already drooling, beads of precum rolling down his cock. You stroked him again, spreading it on his hard member as he moaned your name quietly.

Yours was throbbing in your pants, wanting only one thing, to stuff him full. So you removed them, freeing your hard cock and you took your thumb out of him before pushing your dick in.

You watched as his ass slowly engulfed you, taking you in inch by inch. Luffy was watching too with a grimace, not liking how slow you were going.

It made you smile before slapping the rest of your dick inside him, making him gasp and moan loudly.

Once fully inside you wasted no time, fucking him with the help of the hammock, using it like a swing. Watching him bounce on your cock as moans and whines left his lips.

"Right there ! Right there ! Right there ! Oh !" He closed his eyes as you hit his prostate repeatedly, wrapping his legs around you to keep you close.

But you stopped him, pushing his legs open as you continued your pounding inside his snug ass. It felt perfect.

You grabbed his face, pulling him closer as you continued your fucking.

"I don't need you… to interfere between me and Sanji." You say, hoping he's hearing you through his moans.

"It's my duty as a- as a captain- ah ! To make sure- everyone gets along ! Ngh-" He said and you chuckled. Fuck, he was kinda right.

"Can't argue with that."

"Eheh. Ah." He managed to smile and laugh through your thrusts, holding his hat against his head, proud of himself.

You quickened your pace, feeling your climax nearing. Luffy was close too, precum pooling on his stomach. You grabbed his dick, jerking him again.

You both came soon after, panting and sighing as you shot your seed inside him and Luffy on his chest and your hand.

You rested like this for a moment, catching your breath and you pulled out, drawing one last whine out of him.

He grinned again, straightening up, fingers playing a bit with the cum on his stomach before bringing it to his lips to taste himself.

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sundrop-writes · 6 days

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Announcing my new fic: Heaven's Gate

Heaven's Gate is a long oneshot starring Daryl Dixon and a gender neutral reader character, featuring angst, hurt and comfort, and some fluff.

In this fic, you and Daryl get separated when the prison is attacked by the Governor, and though you both believe the other person is dead, you two end up finding each other at the most unexpected time. This fic is about hope, the human connection, and how love is about more than romance - it's about how people take pieces of each other and grow with them, never truly able to forget each other.

This fic is going to be a longer oneshot that is currently about 15k long - and will likely be longer by the time it has gone through editing. It is 80% of the way done in my drafts (not including editing), and I hope to have it posted by April 30th - which is a tentative date that may change. If you want to know for certain when the fic is posted, you can follow me here and turn on notifcations or you can subscribe to me on AO3 to get an email notification when the fic is posted. I am really excited to share this fic with all of you 💖.

Below is a short preview of the fic - so if you wanna get a better sense for the upcoming fic you can read it. If you enjoy this preview and you're excited for what the fic holds, please let me know!

Also an important note: with my gender neutral reader fics, I don't use any references to gender whatsoever (this is not a 'GN afab' fic). And in this fic in particular, I didn't use any pronouns (other than you/yours) or gendered terms for the reader - and at points where the terms they/them were used, I made it purposefully vague so that the dialogue could be referring to the whole group as 'they' or just the reader. I want my gender neutral fics to be enjoyed by everyone - cis women, cis men, gender non conforming people, trans people - every kind of fanfiction reader.

I am making this post for two major reasons - one, I want to generate as much excitement for oneshots as there is for series. Especially for oneshots that are longer than 10k because those take a lot of time and effort. If a series is like a TV show, then long oneshots are like a feature film. And two - nobody seems to read my pinned post where I announce new upcoming fics anyway, so I might as well make posts like these so that people can know what to expect from me. And hopefully you guys will get excited about my upcoming fics this way. And when I tag these posts with the relevant tags, people interested in those topics can follow me to anticipate the fic if they want to read it.

Heaven's Gate (Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader) - Preview

Preview Word Count: 1,800

Warnings: no pronouns used for the reader other than you/yours; there are major plot spoilers for The Walking Dead if you are watching the show for the first time - spoilers for Season 2 all the way up through Season 5; typical warnings for TWD - mentions of death, emotional despair; all of these themes and emotions are expanded upon in the full fic.

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“Daryl!”

You called out his name as you jogged up toward the stables, and he stopped in his tracks, waiting for you to catch up with him.

“Daryl, hey.” You greeted him with a small smile. “Rick told me you’d be up here.”

He grunted in reply. “Yeah. ‘m gonna take a horse out. Make better ground t’ look for the girl.”

Your stomach clenched at him mentioning her.

The group was supposed to be headed out towards Fort Bennet - supposed to be finding refuge at the hopefully safe military base. Instead, you were all setting up camp at the very reluctant Hershel Greene’s farm, not straying too far from where you had lost one of your own in the hopes of finding her.

But that was why you had come to talk to Daryl in the first place.

Sophia had become like a sister to you in the few short months that you had known her, and though it was unlikely, you were hopeful that she was alive - that she would be found. And you did believe that Daryl would be the one to find her.

“How’s the trail?” You asked. “Do you think you know which way she headed? You - you can be honest with me.”

You hesitated on the last part. But you did want his honesty more than anything. And you knew that he was never one to sugar-coat things. Even if you hadn’t told him that, he would have given you the truth anyway.

“Trail’s a little muddy.” He said, doling out that honesty. “‘m gon follow the river. It’s her biggest landmark out there, so she’ll probably be somewhere around it.”

You smiled at him. And then, you remembered -

“I brought you something.” You noted, reaching for the back pocket of your jeans.

Daryl watched with quiet curiosity as you pulled out a piece of paper - when you showed it to him, he quickly realized that it was a half-used set of stickers.

“These are some of the stickers that I got for Sophia,” You explained. “My mom always used to tell me that cardinals are good luck.”

You peeled off a sticker of a bright red bird - as much of a nature man as he was, Daryl was never one for bird watching. He didn’t care about identifying certain species of birds unless he could shoot and eat them. But he quickly reasoned that this must be the cardinal that you spoke of.

“Give me your bow.” You said, shoving the rest of the sticker sheet into your back pocket again and holding out your hand expectantly.

“I don’t need no luck.” He replied, voice full of snark.

“Just give it.” You replied - equally snarky, equally stubborn.

Daryl sighed and tugged his bow’s strap over his head, presenting it to you. You placed the sticker on the bow’s handle, in one of the places where it wasn’t as worn down from him holding it.

“There,” You said, giving it back to him with a smile. “Now you’re all set.”

It was more for you than it was for him - a token of good faith and protection. The idea that you could do something to bring Sophia home when you felt so powerless.

Daryl let out a harsh sound - somewhere between a laugh and a sarcastic snort as he walked away. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” You replied brightly, edging on sarcastic once again.

…

When the prison was attacked, Daryl got out with Beth.

He almost couldn’t stand her bright eyes, big eyes staring at him, waiting for answers - her chirpy little voice, prodding at him, demanding that they ‘follow the trail’ and go look for everyone else. Telling him that he was a tracker, that he could find them. As if it was his damn responsibility just because he had the skills to get it done.

It was all too reminiscent of you, telling him that he could find Sophia. That it wasn’t an ‘if’ - it was a ‘when’.

Perhaps that was what got him off his ass and doing what he did best - reading the dirt.

“What’re you doin’?” He asked, staring at the girl curiously as she went to one of the bushes and rushed to pick berries from branches. Had she not gotten enough to eat that morning?

“They’ll be hungry when we find them.” Beth told him confidently.

Of course. That undefeatable streak of optimism.

Daryl knew that blueberries weren’t your favorite - but he should have something to give you. He would be too busy tracking the footprints to properly hunt for squirrels or rabbits and clean them for you. So, he found himself pulling a large bandana from his back pocket and offering it to Beth - something to hold the berries in to keep them safe as an offering for you.

“Here.” He grunted at her.

Beth smiled at him.

It was one of the last smiles she gave him for a long time.

When they came across those bodies splayed out beside the tracks - any sense of hope was crushed inside of him. The picture you had gifted him was heavy inside his breast pocket, and he hated that tears threatened his eyes - even if he knew that none of those bodies belonged to you. There was no trace of you there.

The days started to blur into each other, and Daryl couldn’t get you off his mind.

One hazy evening, as they both stared into the fire with dead looks on their faces, he took the drawing out of his pocket and unfolded it.

For good luck.

He didn’t believe in luck - because it didn’t exist. The world was fucked. Nobody was lucky. You and your good luck were dead.

He tossed the drawing into the fire, and it was only a moment, when the corner of it had barely caught, when Beth snatched it out. She stomped on it with her boot, successfully saving it.

“Don’t do that.” She hissed at him.

Daryl snatched it from her, and crumbled it up, tossing it aside. He let out a grunt, but refused to look at her.

“That was from Y/N, wasn’t it?” She posed.

He could feel her imposing stare as she waited for an answer.

He didn’t give her one.

“You can’t burn them just because you think they’re dead.” Beth sighed. “You can’t burn up memories. We’re gonna find them. Y/N, and Maggie, and Michonne, and - and everyone.”

Daryl scoffed. “Yeah. Cause that’s gon’ happen.”

Beth rolled her eyes, but didn’t speak any further on the subject.

After she had fallen asleep - when the fire was dull, Daryl picked up the crumbled ball and smoothed it out again. The charred corner hadn’t even touched your bird. He felt like a fool doing it, just as much of a fool as he accused you of being, but he folded it neatly - well, as neatly as he could - and then put it back into his breast pocket again.

But that was the thing - Daryl wished that he could. He wished he could burn up those memories.

That you would stop haunting him. Then he wouldn’t have to feel like this anymore.

…

“Can I see it again?” Beth asked, suddenly changing the subject.

Again, this was a confusing little whip for Daryl - something that clearly only made sense to Beth in her own drunken mind.

“See what?” Daryl replied.

“The picture.” Beth answered. “The one you tried to burn.”

Daryl felt a pinch of guilt surge over him at the thought. Oddly enough, this was the one time he would be willing to admit that Beth was right - you can’t burn up memories.

“It was Y/N, wasn’t it? That drew it.” Beth added on, her words slurring slightly - she lifted the mason jar of booze to her lips again and Daryl was tempted to snatch it away from her.

Instead, he found his hand drifting to his breast pocket and reaching to take the picture out. He presented it to Beth, who put down her drink to unfold it - she stared at the picture fondly under the brightness of the moonlight, tracing a finger over the slightly faded details.

“You know… my daddy used to tell me that a cardinal is like an angel.” Beth said, recognizing the bird from her father’s teachings on the farm. “Someone - someone you loved who passed away, watching over you from heaven.”

“Y/N said they was good luck.” Daryl replied.

Beth shrugged. “Same thing.”

It was this thought that kept Daryl going for a long time. The idea that even if you were dead, you were watching over him somehow. He sure as hell didn’t believe that someone like Merle would be an angel - but you, you definitely were. And even if it was a waste of your eternal life, you would be determined to watch over Daryl - to make sure that he was safe, well-guided.

You would make sure that he was lucky.

That thought alone carried him through the long journey to D.C.

It was something that lingered in his mind as the group hunkered down in a random barn - as he spotted something carved into one of the wooden beams holding the place up. Even though it wasn’t colored, he could have sworn that the long tail and pointed head of the silhouette indicated that the carving was meant to be cardinal. Of course.

Who knows who had stayed in the barn before them - if it had been left there by a weary traveler, or even put there by someone who had used the barn before the turn. But Daryl could have sworn that you - your ghost, your angelic hand - had led him to this very spot.

It was a thought that gave him strength as he held the doors up - helped to keep them from caving in while the storm raged outside.

Your luck, and your damn bird - you would keep him safe.

When they reached Alexandria, and they were forced to give up their weapons - Daryl spotted your bird perched on the fence. Bright red, with its pointy head cocked sideways at him. All too knowing, staring at him like it wanted to say something. Just like it had been when he had fallen off the cliff out in the woods when he had been looking for Sophia.

Oddly enough, it made him feel safe giving up his crossbow - perching it on top of the fully loaded cart of weapons before the awkward, bespeckled woman wheeled it away.

Rick was still weary of this new place after Terminus, and Daryl understood. He followed Rick’s lead. Especially because he couldn’t tell Rick that he had a good feeling about this place because he saw a damn bird.

But even if it was just in spirit, he felt you there. He knew that it was the home you had chosen for them.

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beanghostprincess · 5 months

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Ohhhh dark princess beanghost deliverer of all that good good Sanuso, deliver upon us your forbidden and darkest knowledge of transfem!Usopp!Sanuso. Is she in lesbians with transfem Sanji? Are they T4T transfemxtransmasc? Did cis, Bi guy Sanji manage to find the only woman in the OP universe who finds him charming (and it just happens to be the first one that he truly and honestly actually falls in love so deeply with in a way none of his crushes ever even compared to because of course Usopp is beautiful and sexy but she’s also silly and KIND and smart and his best friend and he cannot shut up about her? ) Please please tell us what you think I want some more transfem Usopp in my life

You ask, I deliver and share my knowledge. Don't use this fantastic and dark, magical information for the evil.

Okay, so I absolutely love all of these ideas for Transfem!Usopp and Sanuso. My favorite probably is them being lesbians and dating because if you can make a ship sapphic, do it. Always. It's the best thing you can do to a ship. Turn them into women. Makes it 100% better. Probably saying this because I am a lesbian myself and I love sapphic couples. But yes.

So, I actually love the whole Cis guy Sanji falling for Transfem!Usopp, but I'm gonna mix both ideas because I am a genius and I just had a revelation.

Usopp comes out as a trans girl to the crew when they find each other at Sabaody after two years. Everyone accepts her, of course, and Nami couldn't be happier to have her in the girls' room now (they're so best friends I love them). Sanji, after his time at Momoiro Island, takes it well. As well as he can take it, of course, having in mind that he still doesn't understand the whole concept of being trans yet (he feels such fury and hatred towards it... Why would that be, I wonder). He still feels weird around it, but when it's Usopp the one to say she's a girl... It's different, now. Sanji starts to understand everything better.

It's not like Usopp changes that much, after that. Her hair is longer and she still keeps it messy or in a low ponytail. Her clothes are basically the same, but now with a bit more of femininity to them. Sanji doesn't know how to put it, but the way she moves and speaks and dresses now is a bit different, yet completely the same. Perhaps it's just him. Perhaps seeing her as a woman has changed him, even if Usopp hasn't changed much. Whatever- Sanji has everything under control (or so he says) because, even if Usopp is a girl, she's still his best friend. They're best friends. They established that two years ago and it still remains a true fact.

Usopp does get the gentleman treatment from Sanji, of course. She might be his best friend but she's still a girl (a very, very beautiful girl with a wonderful brain and looks and voice and-) and the cook can't hold back from literally throwing up hearts and bleeding everywhere whenever he sees her. The sniper (who may or may not have the hugest crush on Sanji) appreciates this gesture, thinking at first that it's just Sanji's way of telling her that she accepts her. She thinks that he's faking all of this. At first, of course. Because then it becomes genuine and constant and she kind of understands how Nami feels, because damn the guy is annoying most of the time. But also, well- Usopp loves being loved by him, even if it's in the same way for every other girl he meets.

The things is... Sanji doesn't feel like he's the same with other girls. He acts like that with them because that's how a man should treat a woman (worshipping her completely), but he does all of this for Usopp because, well, that's his best friend. His sniper. And the way she makes him feel is something he has never actually experienced before. Sanji realizes, then, while their relationship keeps growing (holding hands, stargazing together, hidden smiles, obvious blushes, nervous laughter, all their moments alone...) that it's not only the fact that he's probably in love with Usopp (wow, surprising, right?) but... He kind of wants to be like her?

Sanji puts the thought aside, though. Love is more important. Love. Whatever he feels for Usopp. He has never, ever experienced this before, unlike what most people might think. And it's driving him crazy. Because what is he supposed to do when the love he feels is too much to not show it and too scary to make Usopp know? So burying his feelings deep down with the hope they'll disappear soon is the answer to everything! (Don't do this, Sanji is just stupid).

But of course, the feelings don't go away. He just falls even more and more and more for her. From the way she laughs to the way she talks excitedly about her new creations. And she's the same Usopp he used to know, just a bit different and, well, happier. More confident. Way sexier now that she acts more freely. Sanji can't handle this. Especially when it comes hand in hand with the poisonous sensation that he tries hard to keep at bay. The envy. The longing. The wanting to be free, like that. Sanji dreams a lot about the dress he used to wear back at Momoiro. It felt good on his skin. Something felt good on his skin for once.

Whatever. It doesn't have to mean antyhing. He's just in love with Usopp, that can accept it. And wanting to be like the girls he constantly cherishes isn't that weird. He had his moment in Punk Hazard with Nami's body, right? It isn't- It isn't weird.

Then Whole Cake Island happens, and everything starts crumbling down around him. First of all because he's gonna end up getting married to a girl he doesn't even know, leaving the real love of his life behind. And second, because he's starting to realize some stuff he didn't want to admit before- But being so close to men. To the men who hurt him. Thinking so much about the way he loved his mom... How much Reiju says he looks like her and how little bothered he is by that, in fact wanting to look more and more like her. Long hair. Long eyelashes. Beautiful, beautiful woman.

He thinks about Usopp a lot, there, when he feels trapped. About her smile and her eyes and her voice and her outfits that are not feminine at all and yet still feel meant to be worn by a woman. He thinks about the way he loves her, so deeply and unconditionally and both physically and emotionally. He thinks about wanting to share that experience of freedom with her, and thinks that- Well. Sometimes- Sometimes he thinks about dresses. And make up. And how being called a princess would still hurt but would hurt only because of the meaning behind of the word and not because of the word itself. And Reiju tells him about it. About their mom and that the way he acts isn't because of being weak, but human. And then she mentions that well, of course she has empathy, she's a girl. And Sanji wonders if it's, maybe and just maybe, the same for him.

Her.

Yeah. That feels good enough.

She realizes suddenly, everything she had been bottling up, making her heart explode into a million pieces. Then the pieces are all put together by Luffy, who's the first to know. Sanji tells him about wanting- About maybe being a woman. Luffy only smiles and says that he likes the way Sanji smiles when she pronounces the word. That those are great news, even, because Sanji would never hurt a woman, and all of this (running away and forcing Luffy to leave her alone) is hurting her. So she has to come back to the crew for a woman to be happy. It doesn't make any sense, but Sanji cries anyway.

So, stuff happens. Sanji has a lot of time to think. And then they get to Wano. It's not the best time to come out, honestly, but she has to do it or else they will probably end up burnt to death by a big ass dragon before she can actually be herself fully. She doesn't have the guts to tell Usopp privately, even if she wants her to be at least the second one to know, so she tells the whole crew (and Torao, for some reason, because he's always there). She doesn't stop looking at Usopp's eyes, though. For something like... Acceptance? Support? Understanding? Love? Sanji isn't sure, but it makes talking about this easier.

Once again, everyone accepts it, of course. Zoro makes a joke about her just wanting to be in the girls room, and she doesn't even have to kick her because Robin is the one to smack him in the head without her extra arm being noticed right away. It's not a huge change because they can't do much now, but Kinemon gives her a proper kimono for her. She feels... So pretty.

Usopp tells her she looks pretty, so happy and joyful and proud of Sanji it makes the cook melt under her gaze. She notices a bit of blush, too, on her best friend's face, so she takes her to a private place to talk things out. To actually talk things out.

Sanji confesses that her new self is basically thanks to Usopp, and so she thanks her with a shy smile and a laugh. And Usopp hugs her. Tight. It almost makes them both cry. And Sanji doesn't really know why it happens or how it happens or- Or even when, but Usopp kisses her. And she moves away as quickly as she leaned in, starting to mutter anxious words under her breath and apologizing for using this moment to confess, but she just couldn't go into such dangerous adventure without making Sanji know first.

The weight on Sanji's shoulders disappears, and the urge to kiss Usopp back becomes stronger than anything else.

Long story short, because it's nighttime and I work tomorrow morning: Sanji and Usopp move to the girls' room, which means work for Franky to make it wider. Sanji is more femme fatale while Usopp goes more for a nerdy, messy vibe. And they start dating, of course, and become the most annoying sapphic couple in this ship. Also, Sanji grows her hair long for her mom and Usopp loves to help her taking care of it. If they call Ivankov or not for a lil bit of help with her bodies, that's up to you, but I like the thought of Sanji wanting to change her whole body (except her killer thighs grrr) and Usopp like, wanting boobs but not too big and also still keeping the lower parts bc, and I quote: "Why would you want something that's harder to pee with?" and even Nami would agree.

They're the cheesiest and clingiest most beautiful couple ever. Live laugh love transfem Sanuso.

#i'm eepy as you can notice by the fact that i didn't write any dialogue here #maybe tomorrow tho because i am OBSESSED with them #god i love them #sapphic lesbians transfem girlfriends sanuso my beloveds #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso #transfem sanji #transfem usopp #transfem sanuso #fem sanuso

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luccfher · 2 years

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"But I'm a boy..." Pt. 2

Eddie Munson x Male!reader | pt. 1

N/A: First of all, I would like to thank all of you for your support of the story. 😭♡

+ If you liked the first part and this one, it would help me a lot to like or reblog (and follow me too 🧍). Anyway, bye bye! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

I think most of you already know BUT, cis women or fetishists please don't read.

Summary: after the misunderstanding between you and Eddie, you decide to fix things to at least remain good friends or may something else? we don't know, everything can be possible.

Warnings: explicit language, offensive words for some people, harassment?, etc.

If you are a minor (under 16) please read this at your own risk.

Before reading, I want to say that in some parts there are very sensitive topics and very detailed words. Also to say that not everything will be about Eddie and the "problem". I would like the reader to have more characterization and be more "real". I hope you can understand it, if you don't like this idea, you are totally free to stop reading it.

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It's been a week since you and Eddie last saw each other, it's weird since you even dropped out of The Hellfire but you're still wearing the t-shirt he gave you. Your stomach turned every time you saw him in the cafeteria and more because he was always looking for a way to talk to you or even hold your hand, any contact with you was enough to keep him calm.

You don't want to give so much importance to what his actions did, so you always gave him the same lifeless and ironic smile, since that day of the "big" fight between the two of you, you began to sitting in the "rejected" area, it was weird to feel the eyes of the whole group on you and of course, you were wearing a shirt that they consider "sacred". As expected, the few who were at the table ended up leaving. "Holy Shit" you thought. You closed your eyes and sighed, it was difficult to widen your social circle since you were only limited to the club and the couple of idiots who would pick you up after class (Robin and Steve). You took a walkman out of your pocket and put on a Queen record, you wanted to silence your surroundings and just dedicate yourself to eating.

— "Hey man! how long."

— "I know y-"

"Shit, shit, shit" was the only thing you thought when you could recognize his voice, your whole body froze and you even stopped the music. What more did he want from you? or maybe... Did he hear about my failed confess to Eddie? Whatever it was, you only noticed how he sat down next to you, handing you a small piece of paper which was for a sign-up form for his stupid basketball team.

— "look my little fagot, we need one more member to be able to reach the final and unfortunately the only person I know who is "good" at playing is you."

— "tell me it's a joke, you know perfectly well that I haven't played for years. Besides, I'm not interested in being part of your "team", if you consider a couple of gorillas as basketball partners."

One of his hands was about to be put on your hair and be able to pull it, thank goodness one of the "bouncers", Jason, was the fastest to intervene in the conversation. You hated that they always wanted to try to "change your mind", they thought they could save you from the "cult" and now more than ever they would take advantage of you not hanging out with them anymore. After about 10 minutes of fighting over whether or not to join, you got up from that table and went somewhere else that was away from Eddie and your ex. You restarted the music "i want to break free" by Queen, All the way from the cafeteria to your next class you were thinking about how to give Eddie's shirt back. maybe leaving it in his locker? after all you knew his password. For the next 3 hours you were being teased in every class you had to share with Munson, he constantly throwing you little notes that said "I miss you man" "talk to me please!!!" "Did you understand him? I didn't" "the club misses you" "we need our Kas back".

— "Edward Munson, stop already!"

— "(Y/N)! Do you want to share something with the class?"

You turned to look at the teacher, shaking your hands and head in a "no" way, my god, your cheeks were so red with embarrassment.

— "Then stop talking to young Munson and pay attention to my class. Do you want to repeat the year just like him?"

— "I...no. I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

At the end of the school day, you were the first person to leave the classroom as quickly as possible, or that was your intention until someone took your arm, when you turned around, your surprise was that it was Chrissy.

What would she want from you?

your body tensed when you saw how the rest of the class came out from the room, you took the girl by the hand and ran with her towards the forest, when you saw the wooden bench you let out a great sighg.

— "What was all that?"

you heard Chrissy's little laugh and with a certain mocking tone.

— "Huh? Oh.. Uhm, let's say I have some "problems" with Eddie."

— "oh.. again? And now what did you guys fight about?"

— "Well... it's a somewhat complex issue-"

— "C'mon! I wasn't born yesterday, (Y/N)."

After a long, long, looong talk with Chrissy, she began to understand everything and there were even times when she really needed your help to continue the conversation. You knew that for her part there would be no risk of her telling someone about this, she was the first girl you spoke to as soon as you entered here and it was the same girl who helped you with the tour. Time went by so fast because both of them started talking about the past and as they were before, you really missed talking to this girl, her voice and expressions were so calm that even you could fall asleep listening to her speak.

You both came out of the forest laughing and playing little jokes with each other. For the first time in the week you feel good, you forgot about all the first world problems. When you said "bye!" to her you went to the parking lot to get your bike, you were about to leave when you felt someone yank on your shirt to which you obviously fell to the ground. "Now what the fuck did he want?" you said to yourself before feeling a big hit in the stomach.

Not again.. you didn't want to take any more hits from him, you'd had enough during that relationship. you tried to get into position to avoid further damage, that boy tried to pick you up and put you against some car. He did it, he fucking did it. You were scared, you were alone with that guy, there weren't many people outside and less where were you two. Before you could even catch your breath, you received several blows to your face. Why? now why? since you broke up they never had contact again. You kept begging him to stop, you just wanted to get home and maybe sleep, but he didn't stop until he heard a car alarm.

— "I get to see you're with Chrissy Cunningham again and you're dead, motherfucker. Stop pretending to be something you're not, you'll always be a dick-sucking fagot."

— "I wasn't doing anything wrong! She and I are just friends."

— "Whatever you say, slut. You are warned."

You took your bike the moment he left, you couldn't stop crying and with all reason, that damned thing had made you mush without any need. When you got home the first thing you did was lock all the doors and you never turned on the light; you were afraid that he would come to your house. You contacted Steve to see if he could let you sleep a few days at his house, you didn't want to tell him anything until you were sure everything went well.

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— "I swear I'll kill that son of bitch, how dare he do this to you?"

— "Steve, Calm down, everything is over, for now I must concentrate on something else. For example, I don't know how to give the shirt to Eddie.. or fix things with him."

— "look, I don't know anything about how to fix things in a situation like this, but from what I know to do with girls... it would be best if they talk in a quiet place and where those cavemen are not."

— "Sure... but how do I do that without the club looking at me strangely?"

— "you can tell dustin if he can help you, unless you have another id-.. Now you're the one ignoring me?! I know what you felt then."

— "Shut up!"

You jumped out of bed and downstairs to get to his home phone, you knew how desperate Eddie was to have some contact with you again. You started pressing numbers until you found the number of the trailer, luckily Wayne was still there, They had a little chat until you deigned to ask about Munson, Wayne yelled at him from the other line.

— "EDWARD, YOUR FRIEND IS CALLING!"

— "COMING!"

You laughed a little when you heard the screams.

As soon as wayn said, Eddie was already asking who the hell had marked him knowing that by now he was "practicing" on his guitar.

— "Ouh.. So I'd better hang up?"

— "(Y/N)! no no no no, It's not necessary, red, I was already bored. Anyway... what did you want to tell me?"

— "Ah? Oh, well... I was wondering if we could meet at the lovers lake? I would like to give you a better explanation and-"

— "See you in 10 minutes."

— "Hi?.. Hello?.. oh, he hang up."

After the brief and strange call, you asked Steve if he could take you there, to which he gladly agreed, but not before giving you the father lecture.

— "If he do anything to you, you'd better tell me and I'll make sure that freaky never speaks to you again."

— "Jesus, you act like my dad."

during the course of his house to the lake, you and he had a more in-depth conversation about what it is "to be gay". Mostly the talk was focused on the existential doubts that he had, you liked knowing that your best friend tried to understand beyond the stereotype that they had at that time about the people of the community. Steve wanted to ease the tension a bit with music from the radio, you were tapping gently your thighs to the rhythm of the music that was playing, you also did that to calm your nerves. You felt a foreign hand that caressed the palm of your hand as a way to reassure you. You don't know how to thank him and Robin so much for being such great friends with you, they even seem like brothers because of the relationship you have.

when they arrived he walked you to a certain point and messed up your hair a bit in the form of consolation, you knew everything would be fine but a "what if.." It kept going around your head, adding to the bruises you had on your face and body from the beating your ex had given you. just like that day, you took guts and courage and went to the meeting point. You saw him, he had his hands behind his back and he was spinning around a lot.

— "Hey... I know I owe you an apology f-"

— "(Y/N) sorry, I know you're probably hating me for what I told you at the time, but the truth is that I didn't know what to say or do, I don't want to victimize myself with that either. My plan was to be able to stop you and try to tell you something, but she came and-"

— "Don't worry, I understand that she went so they could fix their relationship, you shouldn't be stressed about that. I just wanted to tell you that yes, I like you and I'm in love with you, but obviously this is not something mutual or that's what I think.. THE POINT IS, I'm sorry for I for yelled at you and left you there for no reason. At least I would like us to be friends ag-... hey, hey hey, what are you doing?"

Eddie's hands were gentle positioned on your waist, causing both bodies and faces to be inches from each other. One of those hands went up to the height of your face and took one of the pieces of your hair and placed it behind your ear.

— "I think the one who doesn't understand now is you. I'm bi, (Y/N). And the fact that you pathetically proposed made the slight attraction I felt for you increase a little more."

— "oh... okay, wow..ah this is new."

You needed, longed, wanted me to kiss you or at least do something with you. Unconsciously you put your hands on his arms, caressing and squeezing them lightly. During his chatter you couldn't help but see his lips or his eyes, feel his cigarette breath and his perfume was something you've been imagining many times, but you had to wake up from that dream, what if the same thing as your first failed relationship was repeating itself?

— ".. It hurts?"

— "what?"

— "the bruises."

— "Oh, a little. Only when I touch them a little hard."

You felt Eddie's lips brush over each bruise, being careful that he didn't press so hard that you couldn't complain. You felt in heaven after living through hell hours before.

— "Eddie, I need an explanation about, you know."

— "She and I went out a couple of times, but to tell you the truth I hung out with her because she kind of reminded me of you. The way of laughing, dressing, listening to music and among other things. That's when I realized I was looking for the things I saw in you in a woman. and because? you will be wondering, because of the fear that if i told you what really I felt for you, would you leave me or tell the rest of the club or even someone els-

Eddie's last words were snatched away by a warm but needy kiss from you, after a few seconds of resistance on his part he couldn't hold back either.He gently placed his hands on your cheeks and your hands went behind his neck, you played with his hair slightly a few minutes before it all ended due to lack of air. They both brought their foreheads together and smiled in unison, you didn't want this moment to end, much less him. They stayed like that until Steve started down the small hill littered with leaves and branches. When he saw them very affectionate, he just stood still, it was more than clear that a smile had been drawn on his face from ear to ear, what he most longed for in this world is that his best friend could be happy.

— "I don't need an explanation, just get in the car, and I will leave them in the mall, you little bastards."

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#stranger things #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson icons #eddie munson x m!reader #male reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie munson x male!reader

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antiterf · 11 months

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Starting off, this is speaking about cis people and our transphobic society more than it does about trans people. I want to say this because when theorizing around transphobia, it can seem like you hold those views if someone starts a post and gets too pissed to finish it.

I've come to notice that the stereotypes and struggles that trans people face can depend on agab and the gender roles around that. Yes, we're all expected to play into transnormativity* and if we don't we get even more dismissed as not trans enough, but on a broader scale on how trans men, women, and nb people are treated separately.

Trans men are passive, invisible, confused, gullible, and victims when it comes to the news. Trans women are hypersexual, violent, perverted, and loud when it comes to that same news. These stereotypes are pushed to hurt all trans people through institutions, but they also align with the negative stereotypes around femininity and masculinity. Nb people aren't focused on, but its not uncommon for me to say "they're nonbinary" before having the cis person go "but what's their sex" to which the correct answer is almost always "none of your fucking business" but that's besides the point. When nb people are stereotyped on a large scale, it's usually with the assumption that they're afab despite plenty amab nonbinary people existing. I've seen terfs specify what the birth sex of the nb person was just to place them in the stereotypes I've mentioned for trans men and trans women. Other than that, the unknown regarding nb people just makes people outright pissed off about the "more than two genders" and the infinite amount of genders deal. Which is kind of cool to see people implode on themselves when they can't register birth sex, but still obviously hurts nb people.

And obviously I don't have this all figured out, right? I'm posting this for input. Transmisogyny will combine the factor of transness within womanhood to make the perverted violent man notion into also a sex object for consumption. I am White, but know that Black trans men experience being seen as way more violent and as a threat, and that other trans poc experience the intersection of their race and gender identity. You can't just separate those by each facet easily if you can at all. I can't just go "but that's just race and since we're not talking about that it doesn't matter" because it does matter. If theory doesn't connect with the lives of the people you're talking about then what's the fucking point? I am trying to take this from a news circulation perspective, about general narrative, but I admit that I could be ignorant to other forms of narrative.

*Transnormativity: The expectation for trans people to go under full transition and fulfill gender roles as well as possible. Basically live up to the cis, dyadic, notions of gender to be held at value.

#notaterftip #not sarcasm

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somethingexquisite · 2 months

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[ dianna agron, cis woman, she/her] — whoa! KATHERINE ‘KATIE’ ADELSTEIN just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for NINE YEARS, working as an BROADWAY ACTRESS. that can’t be easy, especially at only 33 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit INSECURE and EMOTIONAL, but i know them to be CHARISMATIC and WISE. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to MANHATTAN!

name: katherine adelstein

nickname(s): katie

age: 33

birthday: february 18th

gender: cis female (she/her)

religion: jewish

sexuality: bisexual but has never publicly dated anyone other than men

parents: georgina & samson adelstein

siblings: ___ adelstein (older brother), ___ adelstein (older brother)

known languages: english, french, latin

quick summary: katie was born third in her family to jewish parents, and was the only daughter. her parents, georgina and samson, were both stars in their own right, performing on broadway and national tours. they each have a tony award and it was expected that their children would all follow the same path. so, that's what katie did. she is someone who hates to disappoint, so she constantly tried to be the best of the best. she's won two tony awards for her time on stage, and she still often feels like it's not enough. she never feels like she measures up to anyone's expectations of her. but she is the queen of faking it, so in public, she puts on her charming smile and holds her head up high. she doesn't let her armour crack. when it comes to relationships and dating, she's only had public relationships with men, but has had a few secret relationships with women. she's been hurt many, many times by people just trying to use her, so she truthfully doesn't trust most people as far as she can throw them, so it takes a bit to have her let you in. overall she's kind, she's wise, and she tries to be a respectable, put together member of society. she's currently starring as Velma in Chicago.

#{ katie }#boroughs.intro

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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The Reaper and The Death Angle Part 30

Hello dear reader, this chapter is another massive change to canon. One of my biggest issues with media is that violence against women is used as a plot point to further the stories of cis male characters. On this blog, we say no to women and their stories being used as props.

Part 29

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Contains: Fluff, angst, violence, loosely follows the plot of 2x09, 2x10, mentions of sexual assault.

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Things just keep getting worse.

"S.O.S from CaraCara, Luanne's in serious trouble."

Sam snapped into action first, following on your heels and getting into the passenger seat of your car. The others were on their bikes seconds later. You handed your phone to Sam, having enabled the link from the security cameras to your phone.

"What are we dealing with?"

Sam looked over the feed, "five men, they still can't get in. They got bats and crowbars." At least you confirmed your suspicion that when they got in to steal the camera and the laptop, it was because they were let in.

"She's in the panic room, they can't get her in there. That won't stop them from trying or from burning down the building." Everyone was pushing the speed limit, and after that quick rundown, Sam had gone silent.

"I don't like it when you stop talking Sammy. You want to let me know what you're planning on doing?"

You could see his jaw clenching, "what do you think y/n. The woman I love is at constant risk from these fucks, I'm not going to let this continue."

You had heard them say it to each other in the kitchen one day, unaware you were in the hall. "I'm really happy for you Sam but if you're behind bars, that's going to be terrible for Ima. I'm not going to let you lose your shit and kill someone without a reason that the cops will take right away."

He shook his head, "my sister, you're a cold-hearted killer when you want to be." You pulled up at CaraCara, gun in hand as you closed the car door. The men still hadn't managed to break in, but the door was just about open.

The man with a crowbar paused, turning around to face you. "Drop the crowbar, now."

Half the guys had gone around the back, there was only three doors but there was no way they were going to be able to get into the loading dock without a bomb.

You raised your gun, "I do not shoot to wound and I will not hesitate, put the crowbar down or I will blow a fist sized hole in your skull." The man stood there, "one, two…." The crowbar fell, and there was a rush of skin and black leather.

SLAM

Sam had thrown the man against the building, hard enough for there to be the cracking of his skull against the wall. You could see him vibrate with rage but he had yet to start killing the man.

"Who sent you?" The man spat in Sam's face, "I won't ask again, who sent you?" There was no response. Sam jutted his head towards the open, "open the door y/n, I don't want to do this out in the open."

His tone was hard but calm, "I would tell him. The only way you live is if you tell us the truth, if you don't, I can promise you a horrible death." The man looked from you to your brother and the Sons behind you, holding their guns up.

"It was Georgie, he wanted us to send a message."

Sam wrapped one huge hand around the man's neck and started to squeeze, "how did you get inside last night? I'd answer if you want to keep breathing." Sam's hand loosened enough for him to speak.

"One of your new male actors was a plant, he left the loading dock open."

Clay and the other arrived with three of Georgie's men in tail, "I'm going to get Luanne, if they don't tell you everything, shoot them."

You went into the building, opened the storage room and moved a shelf, "Luanne, it's y/n. You can come out." There was a pause and then the noise of a pneumatic door opening, she emerged from the floor and you pulled her into your arms.

"Everything's ok, you're ok." She was breathing heavily, "I think you should stay with someone for a few days until this blows over, I'll get the guys at Anvil to and fortify the gates. This will not happen again." She nodded, seemly in shock.

"Thank you." You walked her outside the back way, intent on her avoiding what was going on by the front door.

You jumped at the sound of a gunshot, "what was that."

You waited for another, "I think someone just tried to run, I'll take you to Gemma's, some food might do you good."

The guys arrived back at Gemma's house an hour after you and Luanne, "Georgie's in Thailand buying women, we won't be able to do anything for three weeks."

You nodded, "Billy will be down tomorrow with Frank. They're going to fix up the fence themselves and put in a better fire suppression system. Short of a bomb, they won't be able to do anything."

Clay squared his shoulders and stared at Jax, "did you cause this?" Jax looked shocked, "what?"

Clay repeated himself, "did you cause this?"

Jax shook his head, "no, Georgie did. What did you want us to do Clay, he was a risk."

Clay got up in Jax's face, "so the payback at CaraCara had nothing to do with it?"

Jax got closer, "you are as blind as you are crippled."

Clay raised his voice, "no, the blind guy's in jail with a terrified wife because you almost got her killed."

That seemed to be the last straw, "I'm not the one murdering women."

Ok, time to go.

"That's enough, all of you. Luanne is safe and CaraCara will be locked up like a fort. In a few days, Sam and I are going to take the women to the gun range and get them armed and we are going to move on like adults. Need I remind you that the ATF is back up our asses and we need CaraCara so they don't put you all inside for life." Clay looked like he could have shot you.

"Yeah son, listen to your old lady. You're so fucking whipped."

You stood in front of Jax when you should have stood in front of Sam, he was so angry he managed to pick Clay off his feet, "take it back now." His voice was low, you had turned this tone before.

"Hey, hey, it's ok. I am not having any of you do anything on my behalf. We are leaving now and I will deal with this in the morning."

You put your hand on Sam's arm, "little brother, now."

He had never looked at you with such rage, "he can't talk to you like that, you've done nothing but help. Had we been left to do the security for CaraCara, Luanne would be dead."

He said it right to Clay, who never wanted to hire Anvil. "I'm sure Clay see that now, don't you."

Some animal part of Clay that told him if he answered wrong, he would die, "yeah, I can."

You nodded, "ok, see. I'm not offended by the comment. I know that our relationship goes against motorcycle culture, these comments are bound to come. However, thanks to that comment, I won't be helping anymore unless Clay apologises."

You turned to Clay, "now Mr Morrow if someone dies because of that, it will be on you." He looked down, the other men weren't impressed, Juice looked like he was about to open his mouth to protest.

"I think it's best that we all go home, we can talk about this with clearer heads tomorrow."

****

You had expected a fight when you got in the door, but you got the opposite. "I don't think you should help even if Clay apologises."

You turned your head to Jax, "I know that's how it feels now but let me talk to him, don't forget he thinks I'm ok with what happened to Donna. He still sees me as the cold pragmatist, I can use that."

Sam threw his hands in the air, "I can't deal with this anymore. Her book's out, did you know that? She's dealing with a fucking mob case, ten bodies in barrels are there because of Clay's old port pal. I know she warned me about how much one per cent Clubs hated women but this is something different."

Jax felt his heart sink, he had totally forgotten about your book. "I… I'm sorry."

You waved your hands, "stop both of you, we can't be at each other throats. Now, Samuel, you don't get to speak for me. If I was upset about the book, I would have brought it up. Work being hard right now is the fault of the DA, no one else."

Sam relaxed, "I'm sorry, it's just hard to see my sister do so much work and not get the appreciation she deserved."

Jax nodded, "I know, you don't think it pisses me off that no one thanks her for anything." You put your hands on your hips.

"Please, we can deal with in the morning. I have to go back to work and my head is aching. I'm going to feed Abel then come go the bed."

Jax followed, "I'm sorry about tonight."

You shook your head, "I'll fix it, don't worry. You can Clay are going to sort things out and we're going to be fine."

Jax willed himself to believe you.

****

"Did you see the paper this morning?"

Sam put the paper on the table, "isn't that of the Weston's men?"

You nodded, "yeah, shit." The headline was to the point.

"Man killed in freak bee attack."

The story went on to explain that while walking down mainstream, the man was stung by a bee and was unable to get help, he died on the way to the hospital. In reality, he was stuck with a pin covered in bee venom and a dead bee was dropped next to him.

"He should have been carrying his epi-pen, it's no one fault other than his."

Sam smiled, "is that because he's a nazi or because you can't stand people who take their health for granted?"

You shrugged, "both, I guess. A lot of these guys think life saving medication are created by the Jews to control people, his anti semitism got him killed." Jax walked into the kitchen with Abel.

"What's going on?"

You showed him the paper, "one of Weston's men just received his Darwin award."

Jax huffed, "what an idiot."

You took a deep breath, "I'm going to take Abel with me today. I have paperwork in the morning and Gemma can pick him up after two so I can keep doing exams."

Jax kissed your lips, "ok Darlin, I'll see you in the afternoon?"

You nodded, 'yeah, I've got to get this stuff sorted with Clay."

He put a hand on your face, "you know it's just Clay and Tig who don't like you? The other guys adore you."

You nodded, "I know, but Clay's in charge and he needs to like me so I don't cause problems for everyone."

He kissed you again, "I love you."

"I love you too. See you guys after five."

****

Gemma couldn't stop staring at the paper, you had actually gone and done it. All she felt was relief, maybe she would never have to tell anyone, maybe you would go so far as to keep her secret that you get rid of Weston and Zobelle too.

She had no idea, all she knew was that if she didn't fix things between her husband and her son, one of them was going to die. The guys had left to talk to Lin, and Jax had gone to see Otto. Clay was telling her less and less, and she knew that what happened with Donna was close to exploding.

For the first time since Thomas died, she was totally lost.

****

"What do you mean none of those bitches won't work for you."

Weston could have killed Darby, "they've refused, apparently they're getting paid enough not to need any more work. One of them is l/n old lady, she told me she's going right to her old man."

Weston was worried now, Zobelle wouldn't be impressed, "go back to your lab, I want Charming flooded with crank by the end of the day."

*****

"You want some, baked fresh?"

Clay shook his head, "shut the door."

Bobby did and then sat down, "Sam just came in to tell me that Ima and the other women were offered a hooking job by Darby." Bobby raised his eyebrows.

"They didn't take it?"

Clay shook his head, "I knew getting into porn was a bad idea, I want us out." Bobby was over it.

"That's not going to fly, Luanne is fine and the guys love it there. Clay, you're burning bridges you can't afford to, if you keep this up you'll lose your seat. Everyone knows something is going on between you and Jax, this will just make things worse."

Clay knew Bobby was right but he didn't care, "it's dirty and I'm done with it, liquidate and sell everything you can."

Bobby shook his head, "no, not without a vote. And you know how that will land."

Before Clay could complain more, the others walked it. "The judge is small-time, close to retirement. Widower, one kid, a son at Berkeley."

Clay lifted his hand, "that's out emotional leverage."

Clay turned to Tig, "I told Lin we needed to see the guns before we bought them, so I arranged a hardware test. That's you."

Tig didn't want that. "What, who's going to press the judge?" Clay's tone was dismissive.

"Bobby and Ope, and take Happy with you, he'll know how to persuade."

Tig gripped the back of the chair, "this is bullshit."

Clay nodded towards the door, "give us a minute." Everyone left and Tig started his rant, Clay wasn't having it, going on about how this was about bringing Ope into the Club. For once, Tig pushed back.

"The more we bring him in, the more we're protected."

Tig didn't like that idea, "yeah, and the more you hurt Jax."

Clay left, turning his head for the last word, "I don't give a shit about Jax."

****

You were with Jax and Kip in Chibs' room, Jax was telling Chibs all about last night, "how did Otto take it?"

Jax shrugged, "as well as any of us would. He calmed down a bit when I told him about the new security."

Chibs smiled softly, "it's not your fault Jax."

Jax nodded, "how long until you get out?"

You walked closer and sat opposite Jax on the bed, "the doctor said a week but they're moving him to Stockton."

They all looked worried, "he can't leave, can you give him a few more days?"

You rubbed your face, "hypothetical if you had sudden head pain and sensitivity to light, you'd have to stay."

Chibs smiled, "thanks y/n, you're a good girl."

You smiled and stood up, "no problems. As much as I love to stay, I have DNA and ballistics to run."

Jax shot you a sympathetic look "don't work too hard."

You let out a sarcastic laugh, "are you kidding me. After this case, I better get a pay raise or I'm going on strike. I'll see everyone later."

Jax stood up and gave you a peck, "love you."

"Love you too."

****

"Hey sweetheart, Sam sounded pretty worried about you."

Ima was waiting for Jax at CaraCara, "Darby got pretty pissed when we said no. I don't know if he's going to want payback." Jax ran a hand through his hair, Opie was already talking to Lyla in the dressing room.

"You can stay home for a few days, I don't think anyone's going to mind and the dogs will enjoy it."

Ima shook her head, "Luanne insisted on paying Billy this time, we're all logging extra on the sex cams to help out."

Jax nodded and put a hand on her shoulder, "don't leave anywhere with that gun. Georgie might not be here but we have no idea if he's got anything else in the works."

She nodded, "yeah I know, thanks for stopping by."

He gave her a warm smile, "nah, Opie wanted to see Lyla anyway."

Ima smiled, "yeah, they're getting along real well."

****

Hale was pissed, they had two meth overdoses in as many hours, so he went to the only place he could think of, Impeccable smokes.

"What you think you're doing?"

Zobelle didn't react, "I would be careful, Deputy."

Hale squared his shoulders, "that tape you have on me is nothing."

Zobelle smiled, "legally? yes, but it might call your run for chief into question."

Hale shook his head, "where else is Darby cooking meth?"

Weston came from behind him and handed him a bit of paper, "he's cooking in an old motor home, scrap metal yard." Hale took the paper without another word and walk out, he was really sick of these assholes.

****

Jax was done, hearing from Bobby that Clay wanted to shut down CaraCara had him fuming, "we need CaraCara, it's our only Club income."

Clay didn't even look at him, "gun business is back online, new twenty, new source. We're done with pussy"

Jax licked his lips, "just for a minute, try and think past this bullshit between us. Porn is a legitimate business Clay."

Clay finally turned to look at him, "so it auto repair, and that doesn't make my skin crawl."

Jax shook his head, "look at your runs with guns the last few years, we lost more than we've earned money and blood."

Clay was now paying Jax his full attention, "SAMCRO deals guns."

Jax stopped him before he could go on, "do you even know who the new supplier is?

"Hamas." Sam stiffened and looked at Jax. Jax had heard you both go on and on about them, he wasn't about to work with the enemy.

"We all voted yes, you need Club approval to shut it down."

Clay wasn't listening, "you had your little romp as porn king and almost got one of our member's old lady killed."

Jax was indignant, "you are really going to stand there and lay the guilt of a dead wife on me?"

Clay's eyes went cold, "you remember that promise I made?"

Jax pull his gun out of his kutte and threw it on the table "let me make it easy for you."

Jax spun around and the moment Clay picked up the gun, Sam's hand was on his. There was silence and Clay put the safety on, throwing the gun on the table.

"We put this out at church tonight."

Jax was sitting at the table smoking when Bobby came out, "you wanna tell me what that dead wife shit was about?"

Jax shook his head, "Donna man, had Clay gotten out if guns six months ago, she would still be here." Before they could take more, Tig came out.

"We gotta talk, you and me, alone."

Jax stood up, "I'm done with alone, anything you got to say to me, Bobby can hear." Of course it was about Ope, Jax had no sympathy for the guilt Tig felt.

"You're worried about losing your right hand seat." Jax was almost disgusted, "keep Ope light, I'll show up after I check those guns and work the judge."

Jax shook his head, "the way me and Ope are going, I try to talk him down it might be the very thing that pushes him to it."

Bobby had been listening, "maybe you should tag along anyhow."

Jax was chewing on his cheek, "ok."

****

"Fire system is in and the fence is done. We're going to head back to New York tonight, Frank's got Amy's presentation to go to."

The text lifted a weight off your shoulders.

"Thanks guys."

You went on your break early to go see Clay, it was time to put all this to rest. When you pulled up, Hale had just left, pulling you aside. "Hey, can we talk?"

You shrugged, "you've got five minutes."

He nodded, "I just got done talking to Clay, Zobelle isn't going to keep getting away with what he's doing to Charming."

You huffed, "it won't matter, your brother will see to that. I'd separate yourself for him if you want to get chief, shit's about to hit the fan for him."

Hale brisstled, "yeah I know."

You smiled softly, "my advice, be sure when you do, it's in public."

Clay came out of the Clubhouse and sat on the picnic benches, Tig, Happy, Juice and Kip were close by, "hello Mr Morrow, I think it's time we talk about what happened last night." His jaw clenched and he waved you inside, "no I think it's better to do it in front of everyone, I don't trust you not to misrepresent me or my words."

He made no move to get up and you sat opposite him, "what you said last night was unaccepted for more than one reason. Despite the fact that you have betrayed Gemma by being unfaithful to her, I have never commented on your marriage, you have no right to comment on our relationship." Happy's arms were crossed over his chest, it seemed he had a problem with how Clay treated his wife.

"I have killed for this Club, more than once. I have risked my life and my freedom for this Club more than once. Had it not been for me, you'd all still be inside. Not that it matters, but I haven't really gotten a genuine thank you from most of you for that." Juice looked sad.

"You crossed a severe line by telling Jax he was whipped. Just because Jax doesn't treat me like a warm sex doll doesn't mean he's whipped, just because Jax listens to me and cares about me doesn't mean he's whipped. I do not wish to cause issues with the Club but you haven't treated me fairly and I will not stand for it." It seemed that the other agreed with you.

"You have four-eight hours to give me a genuine apology, where you tell me why what you said was wrong, and what you are going to do to prove to me you won't do it again. If you lie or it's half-hearted my threat will stand, I will stop helping completely, no more medical care, no more information, and no more coving up your crimes. Understand?"

He didn't say anything but after looking around at his men, it was clear they were on your side, "I understand."

"Great."

Just as you left, other members were arriving to deal with whatever business Hale had brought and you went home to talk with Frank and Billy before they left tonight.

****

Jax knew this was a mistake, Opie had gone off the deep end trying to get the judge to talk. It was only his quick thinking that got the job done. They waited until they got the call and left, they had a vote to take care of and there was no way he was going to let Clay get away with shutting CaraCara down.

"Let's hear pros and cons."

Sam spoke up first, "there are no pros, if you shut down CaraCara, you will be getting rid of our biggest legitimate earner, you'll be putting those women at risk and you'll bring ATF back to our doorstep."

"He's right Clay, this isn't about CaraCara, this is about you and Jax."

Juice was next, "we're only in the first year and we've made more than any other studio in the area, if it keeps going like that, it's going to make us just as much as the guns."

Surprisingly Tig agreed, "we owe it to Otto to look after Luanne. He helped her start the business, we'd be throwing that in his face if we shut it down." Jax didn't speak, he spent the whole time glaring at Clay.

"Let's vote this shit."

Of course, Clay was the only no vote. "Are you happy?"

Clay stood up, "you need to learn some respect."

Jax threw his chair back, getting in Clay's face, "and you need to grow up. Every call you've made over the last few months has gone bad, you're losing you step."

Clay looked away, "you need to be careful son."

Jax was over it, "or what, you'll blow the back of my head off?"

They could all tell it was going to get worse, "that's enough, it's done. CaraCara stays." Bobby was trying to be the voice of reason.

"Yeah it is. I'm going home, don't fucking bother me tonight." With that, Jax left.

****

Jax got home just as you did, "hello my love. How did the vote go?" He smiled, "how do you think, did Billy and Frank get CaraCara sorted?"

You nodded, "yep, all done. The outside feed will now go back to Anvil twenty-four-seven so there's no way anything is going to happen again. How are things with Clay?"

He shrugged, "the same. I…I want to run something by you."

You put a hand on his face, "anything, shall we talk about it over dinner?"

He pulled you into his arms, putting his forehead on yours, "sure."

You put the meal in front of Jax and sat down next to him, "what did you want to ask me about."

His eyes were cast down "I'm thinking about going nomad."

You weren't surprised, "if you go, Sam will go. He won't leave you to be on the road all by yourself."

Jax nodded, "that might not be such a bad thing, he's close to killing someone."

You nodded, "yeah I know, that should calm down now that the studio is sorted. Do you think that's the right thing for Opie?"

He shrugged, "if I don't leave, Clay's going to end up dead."

You took a deep breath, "I know, it's been going that way for a while."

You picked up your fork, stabbing your food with disinterest, "it's your choice Jax, I'm here to support you, not to tell you what to do." He laughed softly.

"Really? I thought I was your bitch."

You giggled, "I'm guessing you heard about my chat with Clay this afternoon."

He nodded, "I did, everyone is on your side by the way. Clay will apologise just to avoid being blamed when shit gets serious with Zobelle."

You nodded, "I'm counting on it."

"Have you talked to Sam about going Nomad?"

He shook his head, "I'll do it tomorrow, I just wanted to have tonight before I started to move."

You nodded, "so your mind's made up?"

He smiled softly, "yeah, I can't stay. I'll go to different places for church, put a few more miles on my bike and come back when Clay's hands go."

You put a hand on his arm, "I understand, I don't agree with what you're going, but I get why you've gotten to this point."

"Thank you."

****

You went to T-M first thing the next morning, Jax was already talking with Gemma. When he left to go to church, you pulled her aside, "I'm guessing Jax told you?"

She nodded, "he can't go Nomad, on the road with no protection. Do you want the call to come pick up the body."

You shook your head, "no I don't, but you know how bad things are with Clay, maybe it's for the best."

She crossed her arms over her chest, "it can't happen, with all the enemies we have, he'll be dead long before he can come back home."

You threw your hand up, "Sam will go with him, he won't be able to stay here alone with Clay and Tig, he'll keep Jax safe."

Gemma got even more upset, "then Opie will be here alone."

Fuck, she was right, "then what do we do Gemma? Jax is leaving, nothing I can say to him will stop that and I won't ask him to be miserable on my behalf."

She rubbed her face, "give me some time to think."

You nodded softly, "we don't have time Gemma, he's already put the wheels in motion. If Jax gets his way and they all vote yes, he and Sam will be gone by tonight."

****

"Davy, DAVY."

Jacob Hale ran after his brother, "what, you planning on trying to convince me to side with those white hate assholes again?"

Jacob shook his head, "you have to see that this is a means to an end, they don't care about Charming."

David did his best to lower his voice, "I do, which makes one of us. They are flooding the town with bad meth, we've have four overdoses in three days, it only stopped because Darby's in hospital after blowing up his own lab."

Jacob shook his head, "I never planned for that to happen."

He didn't meet his younger brother's eye, "well it did happen. Don't you think this makes me look just as bad?"

Jacob didn't respond, "you always were just like dad, to busy filling your pockets to care about what was going on around you."

Jacob got within inches of David's face, "and you were too busy playing Captain America to see the bigger picture."

David was done, "Neo-Nazis are not the bigger picture, what do you think they're going to do to Charming when you're mayor?"

Jacob shrugged, "it will be better than what SAMCRO's going to do with you when you're chief."

David's fist moved before his brain gave permission, slamming into his older brother's face, "you take that back, I will never go dirty, unlike you."

Jacob wiped his face, "I'm sure the city council will disagree."

Derek was down the street taking photos of the altercation, the moment David walked away, he called you.

"How's the recon going?"

You could almost hear him smiling, "I just captured the deputy punching his older brother."

He heard a clap across the line, "fuck yeah."

Derek laughed, "when are we putting your plan into motion."

There was a noise from the other side of the line, it sounded like work, "how does tomorrow night sound?"

Derek nodded, "I'll get those photos blown up and meet you at your place with my ski mask."

"Great! This case is almost done, I'll buy you dinner tomorrow to thank you."

Your celebration was cut off by a text for Jax.

"The vote was unanimous on me but not on Sam, I'm gone by tonight."

Shit

****

After that, the day was long and hard. It had taken a few hours for everything to fall apart, by mid-afternoon Jax was leaving SAMCROW and one of the state cops had mishandled the case so it fell apart. You had suggested that it was intentional but his superior shrugged you off, it seemed the Mob had more a reach than you thought.

You clocked off early again, heading home to be with Abel, you had just started reading to him when Sthal got there.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you in."

She looked pissed, "sure you can."

You shook your head, "no I can't. Come back with a warrant or get lost."

She walked away, turning on her heel just before she got to her car, "are you Abel's legal guardian? I would hate to see anything happen to him if Jax got hurt."

You closed the door before she could keep speaking and called Jax, "hey Darlin, is everything ok?"

You took a deep breath, "not really, we need to talk about some things before you head off, can you bring Bobby by as well please."

There was a pause, "sure, we'll be there soon."

Once he hung up you went to your car and got out the papers, then you called Derek, "hey, the thing with Abel's been sped up a bit, can you come over as a witness?" Derek almost spoke over you.

"Be there in five." You smiled, at least if this went well, Jax wouldn't have to worry about Abel.

Jax and Bobby got to his place soon after Derek, when they came in, you and he were already sitting at the table, "is everything ok? You were pretty vague over the phone."

You nodded and waved for them to sit down, "everything's fine, Sthal showed up, I didn't let her in but she brought up a good point. If anything happens to you, there's no way the courts will give Abel to Gemma."

You pulled the papers out of their folder, "I was planning on waiting till everything with Zobelle blew over but with you going Nomad, we can't." You passed the papers to Jax, "this is a special issue adoption, if you sign it, I will legally be Abel's mother without us needing to get married. Bobby and Derek are here as wit…." Jax was halfway through signing the papers.

"You probably should have read it before you signed it, it is a legal document."

Jax shook his head, "I told you months ago you were his mother, the fact that it's on paper changes nothing." Bobby and Derek were smiling ear to ear.

"I don't know y/n, he signed it so fast I don't think I got to see it."

You slapped your friend on the shoulder, "just sign the paper and fuck off, you have other things to do."

Bobby wrote his messy signature, "congratulations both of you."

You shook your head, "as I was saying if you read it you would know that there are other things for us to talk about."

Jax wasn't really listening, so you handed him another piece of paper, a bank statement. "I started it when Abel was born, it comes from my book sales and will continue to be added to no matter what happens if even you file to have the adoption dissolved. By the time he's eighteen, his whole life will be set up, he'll never have to worry like I did growing up."

Jax looked over the statement with tears in his eyes, "you did this even though we weren't together?"

You nodded, "yep, I knew you were worried about providing for him and I knew how much you wanted out of guns, this was my way of helping."

Derek waved over at Bobby and they left, Derek calling out just before he opened the door, "I'll call later."

Jax pulled you into a hug so tight it was hard to breathe, "I love you so much."

You smiled, "one more thing, move in with me? Now that I'm Abel's mum legally, there's no reason for you two to stay here. My house is bigger, the security is better and you can keep this place as a rental opportunity, maybe put more money aside for Abel's future."

He nodded, "why not, if I'm being honest, your house has always felt more like home."

You smiled, "I guess it's our house now."

Jax pulled you into his arms, standing up and spinning you around his dining room, "I love you so much." You giggled as he put you down, holding his face and rubbing your noses together before kissing his lips.

"I think we should go tell everyone, they might enjoy some good news with what's going on."

Jax nodded and threw on his kutte, "good idea Darlin."

****

When you got there, the sun was just about to set. The air was buzzing with tension, Sam hadn't left, choosing to stay to bury himself in work. "Hey Sammy, I guess you're stuck with me."

He gave you a sad smile, "sorry cricket, we both know Teller would be better with me there but Bobby wasn't willing to let me go."

You nodded, "it sucks but Jax will be ok."

You wandered over to the picnic table where everyone was sitting, "I know things have been kind of shit, but we have good news."

Jax was smiling softly, "well dear, don't leave me to do all the work."

The smile on Jax's face stretched up till his eyes were twinkling, "I just signed the official adoption papers, y/n is legally Abel's mother." There was a cheer, everyone starting a heartfelt congratulations.

"That's wonderful news Lass, Jax and Abel are lucky to have you."

Bobby slapped you lovingly on the shoulder, 'I'm really happy for both of you."

Gemma wrapped you in a warm hug, "I always knew you were the one for my Jackson." She seemed sad, "is everything alright?" She shrugged and looked toward her son.

"Met me at my place later tonight, both of you."

She walked away and Jax pulled you into his arms, "we need to start packing, you can decide if you want to take furniture from your place or if you want to rent if fully furnished."

Jax chuckled, "your brother's right, you were born in your fifties."

You giggled into his chest, "yeah well, don't turn into a landlord. I can't have a capitalist for a boyfriend." Jax shook his head, "I love you."

"I love you too."

****

You were already there when Clay walked in, the air turning steely when they met eyes. "Sit down, both of you."

You went to leave, "you too sweetheart, you know what I need to do."

"What is this?"

Gemma took a deep breath, "the night of Bobby's party, I didn't get into an accident driving home, I was jumped. Minivan pulls up behind me and a woman gets out, say her baby's choking. She was very convincing, it was a God damn doll in the car seat. She hit me over the back of the head with a blackjack or something."

Another deep breath, "when I came to, I was handcuffed to a chainlink, utility house off the access road. They were masks, there were three of them. The one who spoke, I knew his voice, the tat on his throat, Zobelle's right hand Weston." Jax squeezed your hand tighter, clearly very angry.

"They beat me, it must have gone on for half an hour." You nodded softly, "had y/n and Unser not shown up, they would have raped me, all three of them, more than once." You jumped out of your skin when Jax let go of your hand and slammed his fist into the table.

"They gave me a message, stop selling guns to colour or they find me, and do it again." Jax got up and walked over to his mother, holding her hands and bringing them to his lips before he squeezed his stepfather's shoulder.

As much as you hated it, you realised it was time to make amends with Clay, no matter how you felt about him, it seemed he had the same idea. "I'm sorry for what I said the other day, and how I've treated you. Without you, I can't imagine what would have happened."

You pulled him into a hug, "all is forgiven, we have bigger problems then what's going on here."

Jax put an arm around your back, walking you out. He stopped before he left, picking up his flashes before leaving. You wondered if this was Gemma's plan all along.

Part 31 Snippet 4 - The Charming Gazette

This chapter was a bit all over the place, I've glossed over a lot of plot points but things will get more in-depth soon.

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beautifulblooms · 2 years

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Tate Langdon x GN! Reader, general headcanons

No like actual warnings, pretty soft, just Tate being nervous and wholesome!

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Alright, first things first

He tried to get you out of the house

He just thought you were some teenager there with their crappy family

To be fair you were but-

After the scare you out tactic failed he tried the “let me talk to them” one next

Introducing himself as your neighbor that just walked into the house, not creepy at all

“Hi, I’m Tate, I live next door”

“Um hi, I’m (y/n), how did you get into my house”

“The door was open and I forgot that new people moved in, I used to know the old owners”

You both hit in off really well, surprisingly

It took about two months before he admitted he was dead

You had done research on the house before you even moved in

Just a simple google search can let anyone know that he’s Tate Langdon and that he’s dead

But nonetheless, about two months after he walked into your room he told you

“Hey (y/n), I have something to tell you”

“Yeah, what’s up Tate?”

“So, I’m dead”

“I know”

He was genuinely just in shock

Almost 100% positive you never knew about him and the history of the house

But once he realized that you had known the whole time, he wanted to get even closer to you

It was a process for Tate given that he couldn’t leave the house to go places with you

But he would hang out with you about the house and especially in your (his) room

He finally asked you to a date on Halloween, he could only take you out the day he could leave

Picnic at the beach was the destination

He always loved the beach

So he wanted to share it with you

The majority of the date was just sitting there holding each other on the blanket

It was really cute and really sweet

Y’all eventually had to go home cause ya know, dark

You and Tate walked all the way back to the Murder House holding hands

When you eventually got back inside, you ran straight up to your room to change

Tate followed slowly behind you, giving you enough time

He stood in the doorway blushing while you finished pulling your shirt on

“Can I um…can I sleep with you tonight? It’s fine if you don’t want to, it’s just a question, actually sorry that’s probably weird forget i as-“

“Of course Tate, come in”

This man just speed walked straight into the room and to your bed, sat down, and waited for you to come over

You both cuddled each other to sleep, he was blushing the whole time

#tate langdon #tate x reader #gn reader #american horror story #tate langdon x reader

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chibanova · 2 years

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I'm currently working on the Zelda art right now but I'd love to know some info about them! The idea that they'd have to disguise themselves as regular townsfolk adventurers is such a cool idea and I'd love to see how they play off of each other

Sorry this took so long to write, this is what I’ve got so far!!

Sun (20)

• Very sweet and kind but has a lot of pent up rage from y’know. All the goddess stuff. Think Shinobu from demon slayer, but milder.

• I don’t think she planned for Hyrule to become a monarchy, and seeing how much her vision for a land below the clouds has….changed over the millennia definitely upsets her.

• Actually knows how cook and sew, and is very valuable in terms of keeping the group alive.

• Doesn’t do well with large crowds or strangers, used to the tight-knit community of Skyloft.

• Will not stop talking about her boyfriend Link. Ever.

Disguise: 7/10 she can pass as an adventurer, but as a knight she sticks out a bit. Mostly stays under the radar.

Dot (19)

• I need to reread the four swords manga, but this girl takes no shit. She is the queen of passive aggression.

• As someone who is 5’3 and is going to be 5’3 for the rest of their life, I feel her pain. Strangers mistake her for being younger, people don’t take her as seriously as her companions, and she can be easily overpowered in a fight. This can range from being mildly annoying to setting off the primal short people instinct to go for the knees.

• I don’t know where to place this on the timeline?? Is she minish cap Zelda as well or just four swords adventures Zelda???? I haven’t decided yet.

• Either way her and Link are besties. Absolute partners in crime. Maybe something more in the future but I’ve never though too much about fsa ships.

Disguise: 3/10 it’s just her princess outfit cut short with pants. People can tell she comes from money, but the way it’s presented comes off as odd to most people.

Lullaby (14)

• I sense a gender crisis on the horizon. They haven’t quite realized it yet, but a cis this Zelda ain’t.

• Is aware that either Link or them sent him back in time to prevent the future from happening. He did not tell them and they haven’t seen him since he left Hyrule a few years ago, but they came to that conclusion anyways. This might haunt them a bit.

• Impulsive and a bit too sure of themself; this is the same kid who thought they could outsmart and defeat Ganondorf’s plans at like. 10.

• Is determined to make this inter-dimensional trip an adventure, no matter how life threatening. They don’t know if they even want to go home.

Disguise: 6/10 not bad but the vibrant pink definitely stand out

Dusk (23)

• Sword Lesbian Sword Lesbian Sword Lesbian Sword Lesbian.

• Appears stoic and regal, in reality is barely holding on. This women would love coffee.

• Is incredibly prone to self sacrifice, would die for her companions after knowing them for 2 days.

• Unrelated but I will never get over how she and Link barely knew each other and didn’t get the the chance to know each other. Not in a ship kind of way but like how two people so strongly connected by fate just brushed past each other and went on with their lives.

• Definitely had a thing for Midna. If she stayed Her and Link might have fought over her.

Disguise: 9/10 have you seen how big her cloak is??

Tetra (16)

• The Street Smarts of the gang. Seriously, they would be dead without her.

• She does all the haggling and she’s very good at it. Her intimidation tactics are top notch.

• Knows more cuss words than everyone else, is very happy to share them.

• Has a crush on Link but they are both in HEAVY denial about it.

• Honestly could be in charge if the others didn’t see her as a child.

Disguise: 9/10 it’s just her regular clothes but they’re a tad too beachy for most of Hyrule’s weather .

Phantom (16)

• Her amour was custom made after her adventure, when she was feeling a bit nostalgic for her phantom form (big and tall and could crush enemies with a single strike).

• Link teaches her sword combat. They are inseparable.

• Confident and self assured; she’s done this before

• A bit of hero worship towards Tetra, she tries hard not to spoil what her future holds for her.

• Still afraid of rats.

Disguise: 1/10 she looks so goddamn weird but she refuses to take the horns off.

Fable (19)

• Yes we are incorporating the Fable is Legend’s brother headcanon I just think it’s neat.

• Getting kidnapped by Ganon three times has to mess a person up. She’s paranoid and convinced he’ll return within her lifetime, but represses it with a facade of calmness and over confidence.

• Takes self defense lessons so she feels more prepared.

• I think she’s secretly rather lonely, more so than a lot of other Zeldas.

• Cuts her own bangs.

Disguise: 5/10 the same as Dots but a bit better. She has so much rich girl energy though.

Dawn (17)

• Remember how after the adventure of link, there’s two princesses? Succession crisis.

• Aurora quickly gains popularity with the court and people and uses this to start a coup against Dawn. She escapes into the woods and is sucked into a portal before anyone can catch her.

• She’s always been a bit quiet and timid, but it’s made worse by this

• absolutely shocked at the amount of wealth and life other Hyrules have. Maybe a bit jealous.

Disguise: 4/10 it’s her princess gown repurposed into a shirt and pants, but it still looks ridiculous. Too bad they’re all broke (what kind of princess carries money with them??).

Artemis (34)

• I don’t know who this woman was married to but there was a divorce.

• The best at combat, has killed many people before.

• When she tells stories about the war, she doesn’t lie or sanitize them. She want them all to know what horrors can occur as a warning.

• I don’t think a single Zelda has had their mother survive their childhood, so a lot of them latched on to her.

• She trains them all to improve their combat skill.

• Is used to being an unquestionable authority, is shocked when some of them don’t respect that (Tetra, Sun, Dusk).

Disguise: -1000/10 she has GOLDEN ARMOR.

Flora (18)

• Oh boy trauma. 100 years of it.

• She is a scientist she is an explorer she is a gremlin in the woods desperately trying not to lick her plant samples.

• She has an unmatched temper. Blows up at small things, cries about it afterwards.

• She tells the others about how she decided not to revive the monarchy and nearly gets jumped for it.

• Her and Link share one (1) braincell.

• Suffering because she doesn’t have the Sheikah slate. Has to improvise.

Disguise: 10/10 very normal person look. Wears traveller tunic with hood partly because it’s comfy, partly so she doesn’t get recognized by the Yiga.

And that’s what I’ve got so far!!

#oh good lord that took so long to write #had to be done though #legend of zelda #loz #linked universe #zelda #zelda au #zeldas meet au

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a-queer-seminarian · 1 year

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Episode 65 of Blessed Are the Binary Breakers is up! Listen wherever you get podcasts, or click here for places to listen + the episode transcript.

K Kriesel (they/them or she/her) is not afraid of "messy," with a spiritual life that blends Catholicism and Wicca, and holds space for time adrift.

K has broken away from a variety of groups that proved too limiting to uplift the most marginalized, including any feminism that prioritizes white, cis women. As they search for a spiritual community built with people like them in mind, K serves as a chaplain and creates the kind of queer Catholic art they want to see in the world. You can contact K and view their work at kkriesel.com or @kkrieselart on Instagram or Facebook.

ID is under the alt text, along with more episode quotes and more of K’s art!

[Image ID: all images are squares with a blue fabric background. The first includes a photo of a white person with glasses wearing a green fabric witch’s hat and red or burgundy robes. They hold a statue of a gold-robed Mary whose body turns into a serpent’s tail below the knees. Text reads, “Embracing ‘Messy’ with K Kriesel: Chaplain & Textile Artist. Listen on Blessed Are the Binary Breakers, a multifaith podcast of trans stories.” The next image features a quote from K reading, “I’ve created a lot of queer Catholic artwork because I want it to be in the world, and the best way to do that is just make it.” Photos show a statue of an armored angel with trans flag colored wings and two statues of Jesus with rainbow-colored and trans flagged colored butterfly wings. / end ID]

ID: Photo of a statue of “the Mother,” with coper face and extended hands outside of robes. A quote from K reads, "[In 2009,] I was taking a break from religion and spirituality altogether. I had really wanted my local Wiccan communities to be social justice minded, and they weren't. So I just took a break for a few years. And I was really questioning my gender and I was experimenting a lot, while I was thinking about returning to...spiritual spaces, spiritual study.And it was all messy. The gender was all messy, the spirituality was all messy — and I loved it." / end ID

ID: photo of textile art featuring two embroidered, long-haired figures wearing crowns and holding chalices while embracing one another and gazing fondly into each other’s eyes. A quote from K reads, “As soon as I stopped working for the Roman Catholic Church, I jumped out of the closet. ...And uh, that's actually caused me to break away from spiritual community altogether. Nobody's told me to leave; nobody's been rude — at least not intentionally. It's more...I don't want to diversify. I don't want to be the 'Ladies and gentlemen — and K.' I'm seeking a spiritual community that has been structurally non-gendered from the get-go. And I don't know if that exists." / end ID

ID: Ten statues of Mary draped in various fabric robes, with a quote from K reading, "Whenever I feel the need to have maternal love, I turn to Mother Mary, because she's provided it more than my human mother has. So Marian imagery is a major theme [in my art], because creating art...is a prayer technique for me." / end ID

#queer wiccans #queer catholics #wicca #multifaith #catholic art #catholicism #catholic tag #log #fall 2022 #podcast #blessed are the binary breakers

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❝ pray for PEACE with a KNIFE in my hand. ❞

☼☾ ( andrew koji , 33 , he/him , cis male , yamoto 4 ) - have you seen YUICHI YAMOTO? we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re LOYAL but also UNRELENTING. when you think of them , you think of bruised knuckles wrapped in bloodstained cotton, a calculating gaze searching for weaknesses, the pinprick pain of dying nerves.

tw: violence

parallels : zuko ( avatar: the last airbender ) ; jaime lannister ( game of thrones ) ; the prince ( bullet train )

BASIC INFO

FULL NAME: yuichi yamoto

PRONUNCIATION: you - ee - chee

NICKNAMES: " ichi, " which happens to mean " one "

AGE: thirty-three

GENDER: cis man

PRONOUNS: he/him

ORIENTATION: bisexual biromantic, preference for women

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: primary — japanese, conversational — english, french

ACCENT: japanese

LABEL: the scorned; one who has been deemed unworthy, tossed aside.

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

FACE CLAIM: andrew koji

HEIGHT: six feet even

HAIR: inky black, sometimes shaved into a buzzcut, but currently a few inches long; hangs forward over his forehead.

EYES: brown, almost black.

USUAL EXPRESSION: terribly bored and disengaged from the conversation at hand; when necessitated by the circumstances, poised and practiced formality, hands clasped behind his back.

POSITIVE TRAITS: fierce, unafraid, observant, tenacious, loyal

NEGATIVE TRAITS: brazen, reckless, moody, unfriendly, disgraced

FAMILY

PARENTS: the emperor of japan & his wife

SIBLINGS: midori yamoto, crown princess; two other younger siblings

THINGS TO KNOW

you barely remember anything before the age of five. most of your life is a blur anyways, but the earlier years are the hardest to recall. one thing you do remember, though, like a bright white spot in a sea of gray, is the day she disappeared. your dear sister.

you were just two, so it's not like you knew what was happening at the time, but you remember your parents wailing, holding and clinging to each other at the same time. you cried, too, paralyzed by the chaos of it all, but they were too occupied with their grief to care for you; an omen of what was to come when you were older. they spared no expense in trying to find midori, but days turns into weeks, and weeks turned into months. it got to a point where it didn't make sense anymore to keep looking. that's when they turned to you. their second-born, next in line.

it started out as simple things; extra time with tutors, more etiquette lessons. but as you got into your teenage years, your father started taking you to the dojo to train. you learned all forms of martial arts, from the meditative movements of tai chi, to the arresting holds of judo, to the bone-breaking strikes of karate. you were fourteen, sparring with warriors twice your size. at first, you were beaten to a pulp, curling up in a fetal position as they rained hell upon you, wondering why the hell you had to do this. but eventually, you started holding your own — nine-against-one, and you'd come out on top, knuckles bruised and bloody, not a scratch on you. you were a warrior.

that's what your father wanted you to be, so you became one. there wasn't even a question around it. you were going to be emperor one day. so you did what he asked, and you didn't ask questions in return. you learned what it meant to rule, what it meant to have no fear, what it meant to truly be ruthless. you fought in battle — they called you the ghost of the front lines. you stood beside your father as he made move after strategic move trying to fend off japan's enemies. you made suggestons, now and then, but only when asked.

you were a perfect heir. a blank canvas. and in turn, you completely abandoned yourself — you became a shell of a person, pliable as clay, ready and willing to be moulded.

it was your twenty-ninth birthday when the scales were tipped. you awoke to a cacophony outside, and you were naive enough to believe that maybe, just maybe, your family was planning some kind of celebration for you, OF you. but after you dragged yourself out of bed and made your way to the throne room — there she was, in all her found glory. midori.

nobody remembered your birthday. not that day, and not ever since.

you've been thrown to the wayside. you're convinced you could be swap all of the family portraits for versions without you there, and nobody would notice. hell, you've even thought about having those commissioned and actually following through with it, just to see how long it takes for your family to realize you're gone. maybe then they'd care for you. it worked for your sister — why wouldn't it work for you?

you don't even know who you are, now. you spent thirty years in overdrive, training day in and out, becoming the fiercest of warriors and the most ruthless of future rulers. you were going to deliver your nation the glory it so deserved. but she stole that from right under your nose, that fucking thief.

all you know how to do is fight. so that's what you do nowadays. for the last three years, you've disappeared into the night, prowling the industrial edges of the city. it's a well-known secret in japan, the underground fighting circuit. when you entered that ring for the first time, it made you laugh, the fact that they asked for your name. not a single person recognized you as the fucking prince. an echo of a person in all parts of your life.

but there, in that ring, where nobody knew you, where you could be powerful again — the lack of renown, but this time without the shame — you could become someone else. so when they asked you for a name, you gave them a moniker instead: THE GHOST.

you're undefeated. two-hundred-seven to zero.

HEADCANONS

yuichi's name means "first born son," which is both true, and also incredibly ironic !

he's sort of living a double life as a street fighter back at home; he goes out almost every night to an underground fighting ring. he doesn't even do it for the money — he just wants to feel powerful again now that his heir status has been stripped from him.

he's an insanely good fighter, particularly in judo and karate. anyone who challenges him will probably end up flat on the mat within seconds.

because he's away from home, he's particularly irritable and pent-up, because not only is he deprived of his one form of "release," he's also constantly surrounded by reminders that he's no longer the heir to the throne. so, expect him to be VERY pissy. apologies in advance !

WANTED CONNECTIONS

sparring partner(s): yuichi spends most of his time training while he's in france, not wanting his fighting skills to dull while he's away from home. most of the time he trains alone using punching bags and things of the sort, but i think it would b dope if somebody surprised him by actually keeping up with him. bonus points if they start to meet regularly and eventually become friends.

ex- and current lovers: yuichi didn't have a ton of time for real relationships while he was an heir, but within the last three years, he's probably gotten around plenty. he's very self-destructive and power-hungry, so messy, sexy situations where he refuses to be vulnerable are very welcome !

a lil love moment: listen. the heart of yuichi's inner turmoil has to do with the fact that he feels worthless. and i think it would just b incredibly sweet if somebody was able to show him that he's his own person and is valuable apart from his family. idk !

others: literally anything you could possibly think of!

#yuichi yamoto — face.#yuichi yamoto — musings.#yuichi yamoto — interactions.#yuichi yamoto — headcanons.#yuichi yamoto — intro.#francehq.intro #angry punchy man is here !

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rotationalsymmetry · 2 years

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I had some thoughts about gender as I was trying to fall asleep last night. (And I did the responsible thing and prioritized sleep over posting, and I still want to post now even though it is later and my brain rarely holds on to motivation for this sort of thing longer than whenever the next distraction is. Miracles sometimes happen.)

So, nail polish. I like nail polish. But I started getting into nail polish as an adult, and there’s sort of a social expectation that when you’re a kid or maybe a college student, nail polish can just be about fun and personal enjoyment, but by the time you start holding down jobs nail polish should look “professional” or be absent. Relatively subtle (boring) colors, no chips, etc.

Anyways, as somebody new to nail polish (and tbf, most of the time someone who wasn’t “employed”), my nails often didn’t actually look very good, and I was more interested in having fun and experimenting and doing artsy things than in it looking, well, polished. Still am. I got dark blue nails with holo topcoat right now. Topcoat that got smudged a lot while it was drying.

Early on I decided I was going for “interesting” rather than “perfect”, and that’s spared me a lot of stress when something goes wrong. As it often does.

I think gender can be looked at the same way. There’s different ways to do gender, and one is about being polished and looking good while staying within societal rules. And one is about making your own damn self happy. And while people just don’t start identifying as trans unless they’re giving a lot of weight to their own happiness over fitting in, right, this is actually mostly independent of being trans vs cis, cis people also have a choice about whether they want to experience their gender primarily in terms of measuring up to societal standards or primarily in terms of pleasing themselves.

You can experience gender a la carte, based on what does and doesn’t make you happy.

For guys, this can look like: am I a sports fan kinda guy or a nerdy kind of guy or both or neither, am I a car appreciation guy or not, how much do I care about being a husband and/or father and what kind do I want to be, how much do I care about things like how I dress and how my home is arrayed, and if I do care do I prefer a fancier aesthetic or a more casual aesthetic or something else, what do I want to do about hair on my face and about hair on my head, what is my relationship to conflict and violence going to be, what is my relationship to my emotions going to be, what is my relationship to my own health going to be, what is my relationship to relationships going to be.

For gals, this can look like: maybe I like long skirts but not sexy mini skirts, maybe I like mini skirts and girlboss feminism but don’t expect me to cook, maybe I love cooking but will not smile at strangers or refuse to interrupt when everyone else is doing it, maybe I barely even know what mascara is but am more interested in forming connections with other human beings than with career success or in looking out for #1.

(And this can get really complicated when people straddle cultures, classes, even just different families with different understandings of what men and women should be like. Sometimes you have two immigrants from the same culture marry each other and one assumes they’ll live as much like they’re grandparents as possibly and one figures the best thing about not being in the old country is you don’t have to do that any more. While pretty much everyone’s got concepts of male and female, none of them entirely match up with each other.)

And it’s not an accident that a lot of feminism is about… having women and girls take on more traditionally guy roles. More on girls playing sports and women climbing the corporate ladder than boys playing with dolls and men figuring out their feelings and working on their communication skills and caring for their one children. One of these is more in tune with the life-destroying priorities of capitalism than the other, and when you try to swim across a current you get swept downstream.

I think there’s often a strong connection between what individual people need most in the depth of their souls, and what is best for people as a whole, and one of the most important tools of societal repression is alienating people from their heart’s desires.

Which means one of the most important tools of collective liberation is reconnecting with your body and your feelings and what you want most in your life.

I didn’t get at first what queer stuff had to do with the rest of it. But that’s it, isn’t it? Not everybody is gay or trans or etc, but everybody does have some way in which who they are, fundamentally, doesn’t match who they’re supposed to be, and that difference and what you do with it matters.

#but also I mean no wonder it took me a while to figure it out #the ‘born that way’ talk minimizes that suppressing your differences and conforming is an option #and that picking the other option is an act of resistance #not an inevitability #it’s like the thing where someone doesn’t get what’s wrong with aba #and is all but isn’t withholding things a kid wants in punishment normal parenting?#one answer is no it’s much different #which is true #and another is yes and it’s bad when you do it with non-autistic kids too #and that is also true

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Darui for the Character Ask Game!

I love this man very much, he's so handsome and I love me a good fellow fag 🧡

Favorite thing about him: I'm a sucker for a good electric powers haver but also he's just so good looking? maybe the fact that now he's in charge of the Cloud and I trust him very much. god I love 4A so much and how that middle aged man would literally jump out a window to get somewhere but it's nice to have a successor who has a more relaxed pace. which is funny because anyone with Lightning powers you'd generally peg as the get up and go type.

Least favorite thing about him: not a big fan of the facial hair. it looks better in the manga where it's a beard/mustache combo but just the mustache? is just not it. sorry man. also another petty thing: we have his Shippuden self in Voltage but I want the version of him that's Lord Fifth. please id like him, Chojuuro, and Kurotsuchi to go with Hokage Naruto + mature adult Kazekage Gaara. even just aesthetically it's a brain pleasing group.

BROTP: I love how much 4A trusts him. So much so that that ended up being the order of succession. and I think it was a good call.

OTP: him and C are literally married sorry I dunno what to tell people. though I think he's hooked up a few times with Chojuuro (they both have, honestly) just for fun.

NOTP: with any women because I simply think he's gay.

First headcanon: I think his successor will be Tarui rather than either of her teammates. and because I'm also sure the next Mizukage will Be Buntan AND we know Sarada wants to be Hokage, imagine the playful hostility (that isn't real hostility) in the Kage Summits at first between Lady Hokage and the two fellow leaders she once beat down. Tsuchikage Sekki + Kazekage Shinki will simply have to wait for it to relax before any work gets done. anyway yeah I think she will end up being his choice for Lady Sixth and I foresee future training between them going really well. he's a patient person and isn't going to lose his mind if something takes a while or messes up a few times, whether it's jutsu or politics.

Another headcanon: I think it was C who first made the mutual feelings actually known out in the open. clearly they both liked each other a long time but I think Darui is a bit unsure how to approach a situation like that. I also think he has a hard time figuring out how to turn people down (but always does so gently) when they ask if he's single.

One more headcanon: I'd like to think he and his beloved have adopted, and specifically teenagers who usually get passed over by families. probably fostering first then making it an official adoption. he just seems like he would make a cool dad but isn't interested in having biological children. meanwhile C just straight up had a vasectomy because he's Definitely not looking for blood related kids. even though there's no chance he would because both of them are cis gay men. Darui supported him fully because hey man you know what you want and you should be able to get it without a fight.

Unpopular opinion: what's actually unpopular with him, though? he's the unpopular part of the equation I think cuz I don't see enough of him out there. I dunno, maybe the idea that I prefer to think he's gay instead of bi, or that I think he's someone who came from a normal two parent household instead of losing one or both parents like a lot of characters have? I think he's had a pretty easy life in general, but will do anything to help those who have not that ask for help.

Fight I'd like to see: it would be cool to see how well Omoi + Karui could hold up against him. hell, throw in Samui on their side too since we know this man was close with 4A for a reason. a little friendly combat never hurt anyone anyway so have at it. tbh I'd also probably have a good time watching him try to contend with the fireball that is Atsui.

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The level of performance you demand from bi people as a whole, but especially of bi women, is motherfucking insane. I really don't get why you all demand bi women virtue signal their sexuality by "rejecting" men in order to not deem them gross lesbophobes by virtue of existing. "Even" if they prefer men that's not necessarily out of some internalized homo/biphobia. They just like men. That’s kind of part of (most bi people’s) bisexuality. Shocker, I know.

A lot of the behaviors you all accuse bi women of (not taking other women seriously as partners, for example) are behaviors a lot of lesbians in denial exhibit too but in us you see victims of our own pain and misogyny who need help and understanding, while in bi women you see vile irredeemable perpetrators who must be ostracized and punished.

You blame them of their own abuse at the hands of cis straight men in ways that if you remove the "bi" from "bi women" you would recognize as disgusting victim-blaming, WHILE rejecting them & pushing them out of LGBT spaces, which, guess what you fucking geniuses; leaves them to have cis straight men as their only viable option. Funny how that works. You're all "women should stay away from dating bi women" or "bi women fetishize lesbianism by wanting to be with women" but shame bi women for being with men IN THE SAME BREATH. What the fuck do you want them to do? Be celibate for your own biphobic comfort?

I legit saw idiots on Twitter say "normalize lesbians only dating other lesbians" as if that's not what's normalized already. Bi women are already seen as gross sluts that kiss women at parties to turn men on and only seriously date men. What the fuck isn’t normalized about lesbians dating lesbians only?

You think that I, a literal fucking dyke, didn't see women at some point as hot for sex and men as the only viable partners for serious relationships? Would you see me as a disgusting dangerous misogynist for having been there, or as struggling with internalized homophobia? If it’s the later, why don't you extend that same compassion to bi women? Only difference there is that I'm a lesbian and they're bisexual.

Sure, they like men so being with men isn't INHERENTLY torture for them like it is for me, but you don't think that thinking/behaving that way is traumatizing for them too? They love women and are depriving themselves of that experience out of internalized biphobia, misogyny and homophobia. You think that doesn’t fuck them up too? They're hurting too, but you think that, unlike a lesbian who does the same, THEY deserve that suffering.

And no one is telling you to date them or to suffer for them through it just because they're suffering too. What you're being told is to see them as the non-straight women they are who're suffering too and understand the complexity of their situation the same way you would someone like me.

You think too that the “solution” to the horrendous rates of IPV they face with cis straight men is swearing off men. Would you tell straight women to do the same if they don’t want to be abused by male partners? You wouldn't. Because you see straight women as not having "an option" but think bi women do and thus they MUST be asking to be abused. Literal “asking for it” shit. It's all victim blaming + Boys Will Be Boys, but add a "bi" to it and it's progressive somehow.

This points to you seeing women's attraction to men as only ok when it's not "chosen", just a passive reception of misogynistic violence (which, way to take away the agency of women’s sexualities, you dumb bitches), but when they IN THEORY have a "choice" because they also like women, their attraction to men is active instead of passive, and thus they're cock-sucking sluts who’re choosing to endanger themselves. You see women whose desire for men is active, as deserving of whatever results from their involvement with men. You can't be a biphobe without being a misogynist.

You see bisexuality as a fractured amalgam of homosexuality + heterosexuality instead of its own standalone identity, and thus they can and MUST choose one or the other, because their “heterosexual” attraction and their gay attraction are in active competition within them like the fucking two wolves shit. You can’t be a biphobe without being a homophobe.

Bi women's attraction to men is NOT normalized and biphobes are living proof of it. It's not normalized; they're bisexual, not straight. Their attraction to men coexists with, interlinks with and isn't independent of their attraction to women. Bi women ARE shamed and punished for liking men because they don't like men alone, they simultaneously like women and those are inseparable for them.

If it was normalized, it wouldn't be widespread to blame them for the abuse they receive when involved with men, like they should pick a side for their abuse to count or matter. They wouldn't be pushed out of LGBT spaces for being with men, it wouldn't be seen by other LGBT people (even many bi women themselves) as a flaw in their sexuality that makes them a gay-straight chimera. They wouldn't feel ashamed of their attraction to men. They wouldn't be seen with suspicion for liking men if it was normalized.

Them simultaneously liking men is seen as not loving men "correctly" AND as not loving women “correctly”. No LGBT women (including cis bi women and straight trans women) are seen as doing love and sex "correctly".

You can only claim bi women's attraction to men is normalized if you see bisexuality as a Lego combo of straight + gay and thus their attraction to men is separable from their attraction to women. It's not. They're not cherry-picked bits and pieces of heterosexuality and homosexuality. They're 100% bisexual, always, no matter in what way their bisexuality expresses itself. Be it bisexual with no preference, bisexual with a preference for women, or bisexual with a preference for men.

It's not 50-50% straight-gay, 25-75% straight-gay, or 80-20% straight-gay respectively. ALL are 100% bisexual-bisexual. If you can't respect that, you're a homophobe and a misogynist.

And yes, it is HOMOphobic to see bi women with suspicion for liking men. You see "homosexual" attraction as inherently in jeopardy if there's a coexisting "heterosexual" attraction because the gay one will be lesser and you see the "straight" one as a threat that'll take precedent. That’s your gay insecurity from internalized homophobia speaking.

Then too, there's a reason biphobes think bi men are secretly gay, and bi women are secretly straight. You see men as the superior and inevitable choice for both. That's misogyny. If you're a biphobe, you ARE undoubtedly a misogynist and a homophobe, even if you're gay and/or a woman yourself.

Every time people make armchair judgements of bisexual women as man-worshipers all I can think of is my sister who cried rivers of tears to me about how painful and stressing it is to over-perform her attraction to men who're not even her type (she likes gnc men!) just to stay closeted, and when I think of that, I wish so badly I could slap each and every person doing that.

And yeah! You read right, GNC MEN. Bisexuality is "gay enough", "even" in their different-gender attraction, that plenty of bi women prefer gnc men, and plenty of bi men prefer gnc women. In fact, plenty of bi people, including the cis ones, are gnc themselves (with a specific tendency towards androgyny but there's many who're distinctly masculine/feminine at it) and thus much more visible as gay than someone like me; a fucking lesbian, but I'm fem-presenting.

"Bi people can stay closeted while in relationships." So can gay men and lesbians who have beards, who hide our partners, whose partners are trans and closeted, if we're trans and closeted ourselves, or if we’re single and not visibly gnc.

My relationship would be seen as straight by outsiders because my fiancé is a closeted trans lesbian. Unless you’re a transphobe you would NOT call that a fucking privilege. It’s not a fucking privilege that she’s forced to hide herself and hide that the nature of her exclusive love for women is gay. That shit fucking kills her inside. It’s not a privilege that to keep the love of my life safe and myself too I have to pretend that our love is straight when it was so fucking hard for me to just detect, let alone ACCEPT and take pride in that I don’t like men.

All of that keeps us safe, but at great emotional cost. Being closeted is safety for all LGBT people, but it’s not a privilege, it’s PAINFUL. You understand this when it comes to gay men and lesbians, and can feel compassion for us. Why not for bi people? Why are you so angry at bi people? Why do you hold so much contempt for bi people?

I'll tell you why: BECAUSE YOU'RE BIGOTS.

#biphobia tw #⚢

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