#no proofread

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hey Writers of ATSV, STOP letting White Men off the hook and expecting me to clap.

The fact that Miguel is repeated dehumanized and called an animal even prior to him snapping but George Stacy's scenes are written completely sympathetic towards him -

It doesn't sit right with me. Look at this:

They call Miguel an animal in the opening scenes.

At this point, he's not a threat to anyone but Vulture. In this scene, Miguel is doing exactly what he's supposed to do as Spider-man.

He gets called an animal.

Two pages later it's literal George Stacy holding a gun to his daughters face, and yet it's written completely, 100% sympathetic towards him AND ONLY HIM.

Which like..... Girl... Let me adjust my spectacles because I cannot be reading this right.

He's pointing a loaded gun at his daughter. Gwen is undoubtedly more scared than she's even been in her entire life.

She's confused and desperate, one of our main characters is going through a traumatic event.

The script though? It only cares about George and how he was 'betrayed by his little girl'

As if Gwen isn't her own person.

As if Gwen didn't just save dozens of lives. In a situation where the police could do nothing.

Had Gwen not been there, the police would not have been able to handle Vulture. The threat is subdued - yet he still persists.

It doesn't matter that she just saved multiple lives. It doesn't matter that she's not a threat - or that she's his literal daughter.

What matters is how hard this is for the adult white man with the lethal weapon in his hands.

The scene SHOULD be written from Gwen's point of view. SHE'S the victim.

But no, the white male cop is going through it due to his own emotional incompetency so let's focus on that while calling Miguel an evil animal.

In ATSV both George AND Peter - the two white men in the movie - let Gwen down. They either put her in danger or do nothing as they watch.

George points a gun at her. Peter watches Miguel as he physically assaults Gwen and puts her in the machine, exiling her into homelessness.

Then, he gets to go home to his wife and kids, not even mention to MJ that Gwen and Miles were both assaulted and are now missing. And instead he whines about how he's 'not good at this mentor stuff'.

In ATSV the White Male characters repeatedly fail the people around them with no consequences at all - even from a lot of the audience.

And yeah - Peter Parker is completely neglectful.

To the point it's not okay whatsoever.

I've seen MULTIPLE people say that 'Peter is justified in not helping Gwen during the Go-Home scene. Because Miguel was obviously violent and he's probably scared of him plus he was holding MayDay.'

Which is an excuse that ignores the fact that it's pitiful that GWEN a teenage girl facing homelessness - who is likely weaker than both Peter and Miguel - is more willing to stand up to Miguel than PETER PARKER.

It ignores the fact Miguel would NOT attack a fucking baby. He's a FATHER.

But it's easier to assume the Latino man is a raging, angry, baby killer than to admit the white man is committing neglect.

It baffles me that people will really defend Peter saying 'he was scared - he didn't know what Miguel would do-'

Neither did Gwen. But she still did it.

Because she's a GOOD GUY. Because it mattered to her. Because the people she cared about were getting hurt.

She stood up to Miguel in the face of literal danger and homelessness.

Peter had nothing to lose. He make a joke and shut up when he was told.

Once again: If Gwen and Hobie hadn't come for Peter, we have NO IDEA how long he would've stayed with Miguel. We are given NO INDICATION prior to Gwen's arrival that Peter is actively going to change sides. Or is even really considering it in that moment.

Even in the script Peter shows no remorse or worry for Gwen or Miles at all.

It's as if they don't cross his mind. As if he doesn't care he led Miguel directly to Miles because he forgot he had on a tracking watch. As if what he just witnessed didn't disturb him, as if he isn't worried that Gwen is literally homeless.

All he cares about is him, and his image as mentor.

Like sir, I do not give a DAMN. I might not even give a fuck, if you will.

Shut the fuck up about that mentorship shit 😭😭😭😭 You tryna mentor niggas that's MISSING.

He's like that deadbeat dad that brought you a bike a decade ago at 6 and he still bringing it up asking you why you don't call him 'dad'. Like just because you taught Miles to swing over a year ago doesn't mean you're his mentor mfer. Miles would've learned to swing anyway cause it's literally instinctual and every person bitten eventually learns it by themselves so really Peter wtf 😐

People will scream 'But there's nothing he could do!! Miguel is too scary!!'

One: Peter is one of if not the Spider-person with the most experience. If we assume he was bitten at 18 and he's say 45 now, that's still over 25 years of experience. If he was bitten in high school, that's even more experience.

He has biological powers Miguel doesn't, plus he has years of experience over Miguel - who canonically got his powers as an adult. If anyone in that room can beat Miguel - it's him.

If you're telling me that Peter B. Parker is not only scared of Miguel but he's scared to the point he will not even attempt to question him, even though three people younger than him will - Gwen, Hobie, and Miles - that's pitiful. That's a sad excuse for a Spider-man.

Also He's Spider-Man. The whole point of Spider-man is he fights even if he isn't sure he can win.

Two: At the very least, he can show that he's genuinely concerned for the kids he wants to mentor so bad. But he doesn't even do that. Even bringing them up or saying their names doesn't cross his mind.

But once again, the white male character emotionally neglecting those around him - especially the children who depend on him - and both he are George are either shown as innocent, unwilling to act, or the script is outright sympathetic towards them.

It's easy to call the Latino man an animal but writing a scene in which a white cop is rightfully portrayed as selfish is too hard.

It's easy to call the Latino man a monster but writing Peter Parker as a heroic figure is too hard.

The racism is not just towards Miguel. It's also in the blatant favoritism the white male characters are given.

Both George and Peter actively endanger those around them and at no point do they do something on their own accord that helps anybody but themselves.

Gwen has to go to her father - by force. Gwen has to go to Peter - using Hobie's hard work.

What we NOT GONNA DO is give the white man praise when it's literally the black guy who did all the work.

Fuck - Hobie mentored Gwen TEN TIMES MORE than Peter ever did Miles. Hobie put a roof over Gwen's head and came to get her when no other person would.

Writers, stop trying to make me sympathetic towards the white men who actively hurt the people around them when there's good mentors like Hobie and good parents like Rio and Jeff.

I ain't with the shits'. If anyone is an animal in this script, it's the man who pointed a gun at his daughter.

I guess assaulting and mentally scaring children is only okay if you do it with a firearm? Or if you make this face while doing it 🥺*

(*coupon not available for the melinated)

I changed my mind i don't forgive Peter or George. Miguel who has a whole ass arc of life and death and loss gets called an animal while the white cop with six minutes of screentime gets shown as father of the year while holding a loaded gun to a child girl you must be kidding me

Maybe Gwen would be in a better mood if we let her kick their asses idk 🤷🏾

#no proofread #I'm just yelling #spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #gwen stacy #miles morales #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #ghost spider #spiderwoman #peter b parker #atsv analysis #George Stacy #Peter Parker

[sundays-wing-piercing]

Sunday would be SUCH a gentle lover<3 he'd tuck his beloved in bed, always ask if they feel cold, and 100% he is into forehead kisses. he's so polite to, sometimes he takes their hand into his so gently, brushing his thumb over their knuckles and gives a small peck, his lips lingering for a second more as he looks at his darling in the eyes. he just loves them so much❣️

Dear, you get me so well.

He's 100% the type to put your needs before his. He rarely raises his voice at you and when he needs to he would rather gently hold your shoulder and pull you closer to him while repeating himself ever so calmly. He'd give you his coat whenever you feel a little chilly outside and when you asked him if he was alright he would just reassure you on how he's fine and how you needed it more.

This man would probably also have a teasing side to him though. Little did you know he just likes seeing you in his clothes. How he would occasionally tickle you with the tips of wings. Nothing severely annoying but enough for you to sometimes give him a taste of his own medicine. And when you do you couldn't help but get why he would endlessly do the same to you. My man would look absolutely adorable with a blush on him.

As off now that's all I have I do deeply apologize since I am very eepy and almost fell asleep writing this BUT FEEL FREE TO DROP ANOTHER REQ THANKYOUUU

#No proofread #We die like Robin #ai rants #hsr sunday x reader #sunday x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr sunday #sunday hsr

[libraryraccoon]

A Raccoon in Twisted Wonderland ?

Gender : Raccoon

Pronouns : Raccoon

Infos : You're a raccoon. A real raccoon. That's it, that's the story. TW : Rook, bad english, english isn't my first language.

You were a normal raccoon, well normal, you had the power to speak in human language and to be smart.

These were the only powers, the only magic, you had, so imagine your shock when you found yourself at the NRC, the Black Mirror choosing you to be a student.

“BUT I DIDN’T EVEN APPLY ?!” -Raccoon!Reader, when a confused Crowley explained the raccoon situation.

Grim was jealous.

You, a fucking raccoon whose only magic was human language and intelligence, had been chosen but not him ?! Jealousy.

Grim became your rival without being asked, literally trying to be better than you at everything, while you didn't even acknowledge his existence-

You are in Savanaclaw, the only real raccoon there is in Savanaclaw.

When Leona and Ruggie started their plan in Book 2, you knew about it too.

They didn't tell you about it, no, you just had heard everything one day.

"You know this can lead to serious problems ? Like broken limbs ?" -Raccoon!Reader, on Leona's bed.

“Well, the nurse- WTF ARE YOU DOING HERE, FUCKING THIEF ?!” -Leona not having seen you arrive.

He give you money in exchange of your silence.

You are known at the NRC for stealing anything and everything, from money to trash passing by student and teacher files.

You once stole Crowley's file thinking it was Crewel's... You are the only student who knows his age and his true identity (you say nothing in exchange for him turning a blind eye to the illegal things you do).

You didn't know who Malleus was before the NRC, the reason is simple : no one knows anything about magic in your origin little forest. Magic and anything related to it isn't really something animals care about, so you didn't know it before the NRC.

“Oh, child of, uh, raccoon ?” Malleus suggested, confused about what nickname to give you.

"Kits. A raccoon child is a kits." -Raccoon!Reader.

Underrated friendship : Idia & Raccoon!Reader & Ortho.

You were adopted by the Shroud the moment Idia realized that you were not afraid of him and that you saw Ortho as Ortho and not just a robot.

You let them pet you, especially if one of them (most often Idia) is stressed.

You are Idia's support animal and the reason for his occasional attendance at class IRL.

Every class where Idia goes IRL (which is 3 times a month since you've been here) you accompany him and let him caress/pet you.

Imagine the look on all the 3rd years' faces the first time they saw him go to flight class with you that very first time (it was also the first time of all year he go to a class IRL).

Headcanon that you and Rook had some sort of weird alliance that consisted of you giving each other information on all the students.

A scary duo.

Literally the hunter and the supposedly "prey" teaming up was something no one at the NRC expected. Even less that they give each other information about the students.

Crewel is the one who makes your clothes, whether those for classes or those to use in everyday life, because for him it's not because you are a raccoon that you are obliged to have no style.

Lilia 🤝 Raccoon!Reader : playing jokes on students who didn't ask for anything (especially Sebek).

I like to think that Raccoon!Reader would be friends with all the NRC ghosts, and that they would give him free food.

For Overblots where you have to fight, be aware that you will jump on the Overblotter's face each time unexpectedly. No one knows why you do this, not even you. Your only answer is always “instincts”.

And it's not even just with Overblotters, but with everyone who annoys you.

The nurse is fed up with you, that's canon.

The Black Mirror is maybe the only one (with the Shroud brothers) who doesn't regret having you at the NRC.

#twisted wonderland #twst #raccoon!reader #grim #grim twst #crewel #divus crewel #crowley #twst dire crowley #rook hunt #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #Raccoon is writing #No proofread

[obeythebutler]

Your bed is warm, with gifts scattered on the table near you. Food—sushi and muffins, roses that never seem to wilt, games and books. A cow-print pillow under your head, and a human that seems to sleep forever.

In another timeline, your demons tear apart the realms in search for you.

You feel their hands running through your hair, worried and loving. Fearful and curious. Feel Mammon poke your cheek in order to wake you up, and the cool polish on your nails which Asmodeus does.

You see their smile and wonder if your demons do so too, even without you.

You want to go back, don't you? A timeline where you don't have to pretend, or hide the ring of light that was given to you years ago. To have to pretend that you don't love the brothers, and that you'll be their attendant.

(Babysitter).

Mammon certainly is too big for a baby, but you got to keep a whole mansion in exchange.

But your home is not there. Not in the Celestial Realm. Nor in the Devildom.

It's just where your demons are.

When you felt an invisible force constricting you, and Lucifer's frown staring at you, you wondered how far he would go.

(I didn't mean to hurt you.)

The brothers are not the same. You see Lucifer become more and more closed off day by day and wonder how your Lucifer does. How Mammon keeps doubting himself and yet steps forward to the challenge. When Levi keeps Henry 1.0 in his room and finds a friend in him. When Asmodeus looks at himself and can't bring it in him to see himself again—

You have got to stop crying. Or else the brothers might see.

When Beel went into a frenzy and had to be restrained. When the loss of their sister was fresh and the wounds still hurt, so much that Belphie lunged at you again and the thud that followed after as you were thrown from the attic resonated in your mind.

You swear that when you find this Nightbringer fellow you'll punch the shit out of them and have an ambulance on stand-by.

You miss your demons.

But for now, you'll have to make do.

And Solomon is here with you. Ready, and proud of your capabilities. He knew you would find solace in this room.

It's now just the two of you in another timeline.

Here's to surviving.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me solomon #angst #hurt #no proofread #trying to get back into the swing of things

[ladythot]

im not sure if it's your thing to write about but, can you imagine Doyle bottoming out just from getting his nips touched and gettin needy

I headcanon he tops most of the time unless he thinks you're worth the fun and weight being on top of him, but I must say, I once thought of, he would let a guy top him but not a girl

Tw; soft femdom, male switch, breastplay(male receiving), creampie, groping, porn no plot

"You're awfully slavish when I'm touching you like this-" 

leaning closer to his neck, you whispered before confining his hard bud in between the tips of your index and thumb, chafing the searing affect your fingertips had on one of his bud while the palm of your other hand gave him painfully, sluggish but tight warm pumps on his cock that ached to be inside of your tight cunt. The wet and warm entrance of your soft folds continuously slid past his hard tip—fueling your impulse to see him desperate like this when he tries to shove himself inside you out of pure agony. You smile at this as he starts to prod himself more than occasionally against the lips of your cunt while you steered him in place away from your entrance with just the tip kissing it firmly.

"S-shut up…." 

He chewed on his bottom lip while he kneaded your ass repeatedly. He scoffs with an unswerving look of urge on his face, almost as If he's denying every ounce of desperation he begged to be crashed inside of you right then. This causes you to chuckle against his neck, soon flitting your wet tongue across every free space his neck had. 

You pinch and twist his bud, leaving the other one hard and untouched which made you eager enough to lap at it with your head already lowering down to his chest. You vandalized every space his clear skin had on your way down with red hickeys while he seemed all too distracted by it. You paid attention to his other bud as you sloppily lapped and flicked your tongue at it, eventually taking it inside your warm mouth before guzzling it with a sound of slurp from your lips.

The painfully slow pumps at his aching cock would eventually stop while you lose yourself in the sounds of his small grunts and moans above your head—doyle hisses at this, throwing his head back before slotting himself deep inside your cunt followed by a moaning grunt. You also stopped when you felt the head of his cock nudge at the deepest part of your cunt abruptly, causing you to throw your head back with your eyes closed, which also caused your fingers on his other nipple to pinch him harshly which coerced him to cum and filter the walls of your cunt with his substance.

"Kyahhh~!!" You cried at the feeling of him stretching you out suddenly—you can feel every throb and beating movement of his vein when you clenched tighter around his hard cock as he came. He panted under you, almost too embarrassed to admit how your touch was what prompted his Dick and body to give in most of the ordeal especially when it revolved around his pecs. 

Once the two of you are regaining enough composure to talk he'll pat your head while you rest with content against his chest. His cock still pretty much cramped up inside you but you didn't mind.

"You could of done more if you just paid attention on the other side.." He joked before looking down at you, as he looked down, he could see the hickeys and scratch marks you left, making him sigh in disbelief.

#Hector tiddy appreciation #tw.nsft #tw.creampie #hector doyle x reader #baki smut #you dunno how much I blushed writin this.. #no proofread

[oldmemoria]

I’m rereading midnight and it kind of disturbs me how early were supposed to pick up on Brambleclaw and Squirrelstar’s relationship. with hindsight of the rest of the series, at least.

on page 13, one of the first things we learn is that squirrelpaw is 8 moons old and a brand new apprentice. Brambleclaw is a fully grown warrior. They bicker a little bit since Squirrelpaw is literally a child and Brambleclaw is an adult (a young one, but is still fairly older than Squirrelflight.). He’s made a warrior early into Firestar’s quest. Before Squirrelstar is even born.

not even a chapter later the narration on page 17 says

“and he wouldn’t have to listen to her annoying chatter, so he wasn’t sure why he felt slightly disappointed at being set on a different patrol.”

first off all, what a way to think about a little girl, Brambleclaw, I really don’t like how mean the narration is to actual little child squirrelpaw. Of course she’s loud. If she were a Tom she would be seen as outgoing and brave, just a hunch. But since she’s a she-cat she’s seen as “annoying” because she doesn’t blindly listen to the people around her (kind of like her father.) and her more polite sister is praised by the narration for being the opposite. But this is a tangent and more of a personal pet peeve, seeing as we’re in Brambleclaws perspective, he honestly never seems to not see her that way even when Squirrelflight is literally his mate. which is disheartening to me.

like I said, with hindsight knowing they get together later on, this reads as us seeing him have a little crush but not knowing it yet, at least from what I can read. That’s a little weird. Brambleclaw, a fully grown warrior, has a crush on 8 moon old squirrelpaw.

I didn’t even notice this in my first readthrough, and I’m not trying to assume anything about Brambleclaw or how we’re supposed to read his character, but as this kind of second impression after reading this book for the first time in quite a while (I read this first when I was 11, I’m 15 now. Jeez it’s been ages.) it seems a liiiittle weird knowing they later are forced to “bond” and then become mates. Idk. Feels icky to me. Feel free to correct me if you can but this just kind of adds onto the pile of me personally just not really liking Brambleclaw (I also remember finding him really boring when I first read through, so).

#warrior cats #Brambleclaw #squirrelstar #squirrelpaw #squirrelflight #wc #midnight #the new prophecy #Reread #Messy opinion post #no proofread #might later #Spider talks about Squirrelflight an unhealthy amount

[midnight-m4ss]

Welcome party.

This is my first father Paul fic, I did write it while sleep deprived so it does jump into smut pretty soon so it's not my best work but I wanted to get this fix train started easy so - This is for the few people who asked. <3 hope you enjoy it!

Word count: 1,612

Warnings: smut, father Paul says "little lamb" a few times, no proofreading

Link is here !

#father paul hill #father paul #midnight mass #monsignor pruitt #john Pruitt #4 am things #no proofread #improper use of prayer #i dont use ao3 much #idk how to tag #midnight mass crack #hamish linklater

[urmultideadfandomperson]

After two hours of agony and endurance, it was finally done. She panted heavily on the table, the doctors gently congratulating her for doing her best. Inside the room, the small wails of a newborn baby echoes across the small room.

"It's a boy," the doctor says with a small smile as he carried the bloodied infant in his arms, looking at the little human cry with life. "You were amazing, ma'am,"

"Thank you, doctor." She replies before fainting on the table, eyes closed to get some rest. But before she passed out, a soft smile was plastered on her lips, knowing she has given birth to their beloved boy.

...

She wakes up with her nose inhaling the scent of alcohol and medicine. She was still in the hospital, that was certain. Her eyes slowly opened, squinting as they adjust to the bright light. As she slowly wakes, a voice was heard.

"Darling," it was the voice of a man, full of love and concern. It was her husband. "Are you alright? How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, honey," she replies with a hoarse voice. She must have screamed throughout the delivery back in the Delivery Room. "I'm just a bit sore,"

Hearing this, the husband immediately rushes to get a glass of water. He walks back towards her, gently guiding her to drink slowly. She swallows the water down her throat, thankful to feel hydrated.

After drinking, she asks, "where is he?"

"He's sleeping. Our little boy is adorable," the husband replies, smiling as he looks at the crib nearby. Inside of it was an infant, sleeping soundly as he rests.

"May I hold him?" The wife asks, which the husband responds with a gentle chuckle.

"He's your son, of course you can hold him." With that, he heads towards the crib, the smile never leaving his lips as he saw his boy. He picks him up gently, cradling him in his arms.

As he walks towards his wife, his eyes never left on his son. He was too joyous to look away, too mesmerized to avert his eyes.

He reaches his wife, finally handing her their sleeping son. She thanks him as she takes him into her own arms, gazing down at her beloved baby boy. The wife was beyond disbelief. She was not only a wife to her husband, but a mother to her own son.

"He's so beautiful," she mumbles, unaware that tears were now streaming down her face. "Our little boy, our first son..."

"Darling, you're crying!" The husband says with worry laced in his voice as he wipes away the tears from her eyes, as well as drying her cheeks with a clean handkerchief. "Are you alright? Are the mood swings bothering you again?"

"A-Am I?" She asks, letting her husband wipe the rest of the tears away from her face. She smiles softly, a soft chuckle heard from her lips. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm just very happy to have our little baby in my arms,"

He smiles at her reply, kissing her forehead lovingly. "I get it," the husband nods. "I am very happy to be a father as well."

"What should we name him?"

"Pardon?"

"What should we name our son?" The mother asks again, gently rocking the baby in her arms as she feels him move in his slumber. "I mean, what is a child without a name?"

"Now that I think of it, I wonder why we never got to prepare some names..." The father thinks, trying to recall how they never got the time to search up good baby names.

"I think it's best to think up some names now than think about that." The mother suggests, chuckling at her husband. He nods at his wife, sighing.

"Yes, I think so, too," he replies to the mother. "Shall we give him one randomly?—"

"No!" The mother immediately replies. "I don't like giving our son common names. Our names are described as "unique" by many people, then our son must have the same experience!"

"Now I remember why we don't have time..."

"Excuse me?" She asks.

"Nothing!" The father says while waving his hands, hoping that his wife would let it slide. Fortunately, she did. "Maybe, we can name him after something beautiful?"

Something beautiful... yes, she thought. The mother would want to give her son a beautiful name after a beautiful thing. He would have a gorgeous name amongst the rest of the children. "I'd like that,"

The father nods, sitting down on a chair beside his wife's hospital bed. He ponders for a moment, doing his best to choose a reference for the names. "What shall we name him after, my dear?"

That was an interesting question. It was actually a good one. What should they name the baby after?

Then, as she turns her head, the mother gasps at what her eyes see: a midnight sky glowing brightly with stars. Each and every star was seen by the window of her hospital room. "Honey, look!"

"Oh my goodness..." He gasps as well, eyes locked on the stars shining brightly down on them. They were all so beautiful. Perhaps they can name their child after one of these stars. "Let's name our boy after one of these stars!"

"Oh, honey, you're a genius!" She smiles happily at her husband, approving at his wise decision. "Our little boy must be named after the brightest star up there,"

As the couple search the stars by the window, the little boy slowly wakes up. He was about to cry, until his eyes saw the beautiful scenery in front of him. The stars shone brightly, and the infant cannot help but gaze.

"What about that, darling?"

"Hmm... no, not bright enough,"

"That one?"

"No, not that one either,"

The couple continued to search for the brightest star, looking up at the skies to observe carefully.

As they look carefully, their concentration was destroyed in hearing their son's little laugh. They awe as soon as their eyes landed on their little boy who was smiling and giggling. The child was also blabbering cutely like he is spotting something he likes.

"Oh, our little boy is awake!" The father grins down at the baby as he caresses his chubby cheeks, the baby giggling more. Their hearts melted at the child.

The mother seemed to understand the child. So, she asks, "what do you see, son?"

There, the baby blabbers as its finger looked like it was pointing at something. As they look at where it was pointing, the saw it. The brightest star in the skies. Was it a coincidence?

"My, that is indeed a bright star," the mother gasps at how it shined the brightest amongst the other stars. "Honey, what is that?"

"That's the constellation of Lyra," he replies to his wife, mesmerized at the bright star. "And that star is named... Vega."

"Vega..." She repeats the name, and it felt perfect to her ears. Saying the name felt so certain that it was the one for their son. "Yes, let's name him that,"

The father nods, agreeing with her decision. "Yes. Let us name him that, after the brightest star of Lyra,"

And with that, the couple made their decision. They finally found the perfect name for their perfect son.

"Welcome to the world, Vega."

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight nation #arcana twilight fanfiction #arcana twilight fanfic #arcana twilight fanmade #arcana twilight fanmade lore #no proofread #tw no proofread

[everlastingdreams]

Little snippet from the Weeping Monk x Reader : The Patience Of A Heart fic

Uncle Carden kept his voice low but sharp “Did you… sin with that man ?”

Well, it was considered that by the rules of the Church, it were not your own believes “Once.”

Never… never did you expect what happened next and how quickly it had happened…

Uncle had raised his hand, no one had done this to you before, so flinching from someone you had considered family was not in your reflexes.

But it was in the Monk’s reflexes to prevent the slap from happening.

He had Father’s wrist in his grasp and instinctively stepped in front to block you from Father’s reach.

#No proofread #yolo #weeping monk

[mokasredribbon]

A little headcanon for Azul.

If he has a child, he's the type to say 'did you win?' to his child if they got into a fight with their bullies.

and for Azul, he either told the headmaster to suck it up and accept menace or if he can't do that, he just said that he'll do something about this behavior later.

He did. He bought anything they want (only for one day), and throw mini party.

We can't forget jade and Floyd.

Ofc They know their children also went to the same school with them.

They will give some advice how to deal with them

"never tell the teachers, they never cared"

"poke their eyes, at least that's what can you do with your current physical strength, or for the last resort just let out that ink, like your father back then"-jade

"remember, if they disturb you. Violence is always the answer"-Floyd

The rest of the night pass uneventfully

Ok I made this at 1 am, I'm sleepy asf but I want this to be done asap, it's not helping that the fact I have to go to the campus at 7:30. Alright hope you enjoy

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #twst #floyd leech #twst headcanons #no proofread #moka's hc for twst

[sickandpink]

Sometimes every single road ahead of you feels like a bad choice and not driving ahead is only an option until the signals open, which is inevitable.

I know what I want, maybe the first time in a long time but even that doesn’t always feel right. I’m filled with fear no matter what I tell myself, if I’m 90% better now then that 10% is still enough to make me constantly question everything. Then I tell myself that I’ll handle it, that life is what you make of it but what do I make of my life except a restricted existence? Especially when my dreams are so big and a life inside a shell would never suit me so regardless of the choice I feel that I have in deciding the direction my life goes in - I ultimately only have 2 options.

Either I live my life on my terms and accept the traumatic outcomes it will bring or I could limit my dreams, the way I limit myself everyday to ensure that even if I don’t have much of a life, atleast I remain alive.

…but how do you make that decision when you lose either way?

#no proofread #tumblr writers #words #fear #personal

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

The Hobie fandom has a lot of smut, and with a character so accepting on so many fronts, it means so much to me to see trans!readers being taken into consideration.

As a trans guy myself, I love seeking out ftm!smut. But often times, I often can't read them. Many times I'm left feeling unseen, reduced, or even feminized.

And I wanna talk about that a bit, if it's okay.

My take and feelings on FTM!smut - As a Trans Guy

Ngl as a trans guy myself I do feel a bit alienated by a lot of FTM!reader.

I'm gonna be honest - I feel like most ftm smut is written exactly as it would be a cis woman, just with the pronouns changed. Which is understandable, but not really how it works.

Cis women and trans men don't have sex the exact same, just because they're AFAB.

And I feel most smut writers haven't gone out of their way to research the sexual experiences of trans men and how we navigate the world.

Hobie smut is pretty vulgar, and I won't complaining! As a character, he has a high volume of smut, and probably the most diverse range, with Black!reader, ftm!readers, and male!readers being more common than most fandoms.

Black!Reader focuses on the unique experience of black people when in a relationship together. This unique experience is at the basis of black!reader.

But when we approach Ftm!reader - very often, our unique experience isn't reflected.

It's just assumed that because we are AFAB - there's no need to look deeper at the closer unique sexual experience trans men have - or to read up about it.

Most ftm!reader fic does not attempt to use affirming sexual language for trans men at all.

T-dicks - ie, natural clitoris enlargement you get after taking T - is a thing a lot of transitioning Trans men have.

But they're never called T-dicks in fanfiction. Only clits. It's very rare that a ftm!reader is described as having a dick - because so often the only dicks cis people recognize are natal dicks, and surgery-constructed ones.

Many cis writers may never even considered referring to a trans man's clitoris as a dick - pre or post T. They may see it as confusing to the reader, when it's not.

T-Dicks are dicks. Bottom growth didn't give you a full 3-4 inches, but you absolutely have growth and there are trans men that can penetrate with T-dicks - without surgery - if with the right partner.

The words pussy and cunt are used liberally in nearly all ftm!smut, and while many trans men are okay with these terms, I think a lot of cis writers ignore or do not know that often, terms like those can cause heavy dysphoria in a lot of ftm readers.

I don't think cis writers ever question if they might be making readers dysphoric - or showing them in a non-affirming way.

I feel like some writers believe that changing pronouns and calling the reader 'handsome' is really all it takes. Just write usual fem smut, change the pronouns - and done!

In reality, a large part of the ftm community feels uncomfortable with the word 'pussy' - and would much rather stuff like 'front hole'.

A poll on 'What do you call your downstairs?'

And I'm not saying that you can't call a trans man's genitals a pussy. And I'm not saying that a trans man calling his genitals a pussy is wrong.

I just feel like cis writers do not consider the dysphoria of their trans readers, when writing trans smut.

I feel like most cis writers don't actually seek out accounts of trans men and their sexuality.

I don't think they ever consider that these terms, talking about wetness and penetration (which many men on T can have problems with because of vaginal atrophy and dryness), breast, clits, cunts, pussy -

I don't think cis writers ever question 'Is this accessible for ftm readers that might have dysphoria? How can I make this accessible or easier for trans men who have bottom dysphoria?'

Or

'How can I make this more affirming of them as men?'

It's the assumption that, because we're all AFAB, because we have vaginas like cis women - then naturally we must all fuck the same regardless of gender, the only thing changing being the pronouns.

That's not true.

And also - Trans Men are never really written like gay men.

Trans men having sex with men is gay sex.

And even though most writers write trans men with male OCs - they hardly ever write their sex as if they are gay men.

99.9% of the time, it isn't written that way. Its always written as if it's 'straight sex'.

The experience of how gay men have sex is never really taken account into these fics, which makes me feel like a lot of writers don't see it as gay sex at all.

At most, the ftm reader may be described as a bottom - but never as an otter or twink or bear or cub or leather or anything.

They see it as AFAB sex.

Cause If I'm getting strictly candid - I feel like if a writer wrote mtf!smut and kept focusing on the girls 'hard throbbing cock and balls' - we'd all be like 'oh wow that's very intense centering on genitals that may alienate some trans women-'

But in ftm!smut focusing on 'wet tight juicy pussy and thriving clit' is standard. It's never really questioned.

And this is not to say 'oh trans women have it better they get better smut-' No. They really don't. I'm just bringing this up to highlight the fact that we should be making sure that trans!smut is accessible and affirming to the trans people they're about.

Seeing a fic in which a gay trans man prefers to use his asshole, like most gay men fuck, is VERY VERY rare.

I feel like most cis writers never consider the fact that gay trans men may want to perform sex in an affirming, clearly coded, masculine gay way.

It's always assumed we use our front hole, are okay with it being called a pussy, have no problems getting wet, or that we don't have dicks (T-dick is a dick).

And because of that - the lack of affirming language and the lack of affirming transmasc experiences makes it very hard for me as a FTM person to read smut about ftm!readers.

I feel like most of them don't actually take our comfort - or our experiences in mind.

I feel like most don't attempt to actually read accounts of trans guys having gay sex, and what that's often like.

If you're a writer who feels guilty of any of this - you're not a bad person or a bad writer. And I genuinely thank you for including us in your work - from the bottom of my heart.

But I want to highlight this -

Trans men having sex is not a 1:1 of cis women having sex. The same way trans women having sex is not a 1:1 of cis men having sex.

Or experiences are unique - and our dysphoria does affect our sex lives, and how we navigate them.

Please, do not let this put you off writing trans men. But please keep in mind that our experience is unique.

So often I read ftm!reader and feel reduced down to my pussy. Without breasts in the equation, so much ftm!smut focuses solely on the pussy.

If you write ftm!reader please please do not let this put you off, but here's some tips I can give as a trans guy

Please do slight research of ftm anatomy, read an article about gay trans men, or go on r/ftm (subreddit) and read some posts about trans men, read some nsfw posts where trans men tell hookup tales.

Advocate has an great article called '16 things I learned from having sex with Trans Men' - which details and dispels 16 myths about trans men in bed. It's written from the POV of gay men who have been with trans men in affirming ways.

This post is in no way meant to be an attack or subliminal at any one writer. If it was one writer, I wouldn't care.

But this is something I've experienced and seen across fandoms and across writers in this fandom too. I feel the urge to write this because searching for affirming ftm!fics - I often come away feeling even more dysphoric.

Not because of the word pussy or cunt or anything -

But because of the erasure of my experience, the idea that my gender doesn't influence my experience of sex - only my AFAB genitals do.

If you write ftm!smut, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, truly.

But I feel like I had to say this.

If you read this far, thank you! This is one of my more personal venting posts but I'm also trying to raise a point and start a discussion. And you reading through this and giving me your time and understanding is already helpful enough, so thanks!

Here's Hobie.

Bye.

#no proofread #uuhhhhh #uhhmm #hobie brown #atsv #spider punk #spiderpunk #hobie brown smut #Hobie brown x ftm!reader #Hobie x ftm!reader #smut #Hobie x reader #Hobie x y/n #Hobie x you #ftm!reader #ftm #trans!reader #transgender #trans #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic writing #across the spiderverse #transmasc #transmasculine

[sundays-wing-piercing]

Introduction

HI!!! Welcome to my blog, you can call me Ai ÒwÓ/ my pronouns are She/Her. This blog is for me to delulu about a Honkai: Star Rail character Sunday!!!(YALL DONT KNOW HOW INSANE I AM FOR HIM OMG-) it's probably gonna be really cringe so I apologize in advance shshsshhshdhdh do feel free to drop some hcs or scenarios about him in my ask since I would like to try writing a little (english isn't my first language so pls tell me if i made any grammar/spelling mistakes)

Ask Rules:

-Sunday only for hcs or fic (if you could call it that)

-You can initiate convo with me or just drop anything random in the ask (pls im lonely)

-You can also ask about my HSR oc Kat!

-Keep it SFW (maybe suggestive is fine but im more comfortable with that)

-Angst, fluff and yandere themes are alright

-Selfship/ocxcanon ask are fine (let's be delusional together babes)

-No ship related ask plsss (Hes the only chara im comfortable in writing)

-Everything will be written with a pre-established relationship in mind unless specified otherwise

-Family member! Reader isn't a strong suit of mine so none of that

You may reply or interact however you want but please refrain from anything hateful, problematic etc. THANK YOUUU♡♡♡

#No proofread #We die like my sense of shame #I need to chuck this man to the nearest wall #affectionately #Every once in a while I just update this scuffed intro #Tags! #ai rants #ai likes •w• #ai is downbad #SunKat #-yours truly~☆

[mossflower]

anyone want to see a fucking trainwreck of an ai article

#screaming crying throwing up over here. this shit has NOT been proofread christ alive

[turndecassette2]

#moomin #summer #currants #art #artists on tumblr #payment for my proofreader

[ladythot]

Do you have any yandere Doyle concepts? Please do tell them all ✨

Ehe o well u know me, ofcawz I do 👌 here r some few my brain worms have been feasting on, not sorry for the cliffhangers I refuse to spoil the entire good show

Tw; forced relationships, yandere, abduction, noncon, power imbalance

Top student reader who's been rumored to be dating a bankable yakuza classmate in her class against her will—the yakuza being her boyfriend for a week and whatnot. During the weeks and days she's forced to do anything by the rules the yakuza made in terms of their relationship, otherwise declining is a proposal to her own death along with her family. Eventually, she'll stick around for awhile til the last thing she thinks of is tell baki about it whom the yakuza always tried to play sticks and stones with and be the one carrying broken bones at the end of the day. Once baki abides to her pleas—she's free by the time the classmate had been beaten to a pulp.

One thing she never thought of is when she'll endure a backlash ever since she was back to living her normal college life—everyday seemed to be prudent. But everything ends with a sharp point to her good luck; hector was commissioned to annihilate her in the most inhumane way in exchange for a hefty sum the yakuza offered.

It didn't take much for him to take the commission and start the scheme but one thing was stopping him for sure, his goal being able to taste defeat persists when he heard baki was on her side—he sees this as an opportunity to fight him as he begins with her being his pawn for the scheme. The apartment she's stowed in is a cramped one with only a bed and a coffee table in one room like how a man without more than one ambition lives.

His obsession grew on her once he learns she takes his beating very well; being fucked relentlessly as he despoils every good value of her being to the point everyone fails to recognize her when she comes out, making her disheveled form the invitation to baki.

~

Tw; knifeplay, noncon, loss of virginity, blackmailing

Softhearted reader with little to no nerves to face guts and glory—all the while her dad is an avid knife enthusiast that hordes a various collection of knives that held a man-made frame in their living room which never failed to daunt her each time she takes glances at the frame. While she takes an innate aversion to it, the bond they have is stronger than her fear of sharp objects. The father was always on about the previous news of knives-n-blades from the newspapers and what not; one person caught his attention from the article that informs about the person's blade implants along with his criminal background—Hector Doyle. Her dad worked on meeting him from scouring multiple contacts to a higher degree and eventually attaining his goal.

The hitman presenting himself uninterested but accommodates with her father's inquiry while showing his implants. The girl watched from afar while her gut churned, all the while her curiosity got the best of her as she takes occasional glances at the man who's only sitting with a pair of brief. Her eyes stomaching the artificial pain his body possibly risked as they land on nooks and crannies of his physique. Doyle notices this and looks at her with an unintentional cold glare or what she deemed it as. She would turn her head away immediately and Doyle takes it as an insult since her father was also one of his paid targets to kill but instead of making her bear the raw image of that, he made a quick chat with her in a dark alley on his way home after giving his dad some information about blade implants and in exchange to that—he sold his plans with her father to her.

Making it known that her father is in death's grip and her only way of releasing him is by being obedient to the man behind her that held a blade to her neck against a cold wall.

#tw.yandere #tw.noncon #tw.knifeplay #tw.violence #tw.blackmailing #no proofread #just thoughts zzz