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mj-iza-writer · 3 months

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SP special containment part 8

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The Director opened a new email and sighed. They had finally gotten a response on what to do with Mitch.

"Do with as you please, recommend to destroy the human weapon", was all that was written.

The Director sighed as he read it again, "why", he moaned.

He looked through his records just to see if there was any reasons he could find to clear his conscience about killing Mitch.

"The only offenses were sneaking into my facility, and attacking Whumpee", the Director read the notes, "not the greatest track record, but not enough that I would feel better about doing this."

The Director looked over the records for the unit and who was involved in it.

Mitch sighed as the guard came in with Andy and Cass following.

He was still fully restrained and was growing tired of not being able to move.

"How are you feeling this morning", Andy set down the tray with breakfast, "we have some water and milk. Do you want a drink first?"

"I'm sore, uncomfortable, and ready to snap if I'm not allowed to move soon", Mitch grunted with an undertone of sadness, "my back is killing me, and my nose itches."

Cass came around with a smile and scratched Mitch's nose.

"Years of schooling led you to being a nose scratcher for a prisoner, congratulations", Mitch sighed.

"I think thankyou is the word you're looking for", Andy sighed, "you need to work on your manners."

"You know I can kill both of you right?", Mitch laughed.

"Yes, and I said the same exact thing to Aramais when he decided to be rude, you're no different", Andy picked up the tray and showed the meal to Mitch, "now do you want some food?"

"Yes... please", Mitch sighed.

After a bite Mitch side eyed Cass, "so who is this small fry then, they seem to be too young to be a full researcher."

"I'm Cass. I'm a junior researcher for the facility, and I'm joining the special containment unit", Cass grinned as they helped wipe Mitch's face.

"Cool, not meaning anything by this, so don't yell at me. You are about the age I was when I was turned into this", Mitch stated before taking another bite, "I was pulled off the street and turned into the weapon you see now. I'm guessing you're about twenty-five."

"Wow you got it right", Cass exclaimed.

Mitch choked a little before Cass grabbed the water for him.

"Careful", Cass smiled.

The Director watched from the surveillance room. The mic was on, so he could hear the conversation.

"It's almost like Mitch has softened a little", the guard looked at the Director, "he may actually like Cass."

"That's what I'm noticing, we do need to watch Cass though in case Mitch tries anything or if he talks Cass into undoing the restraints", the Director watched with interest. The email fresh in his mind.

"Okay here's another sip", Cass held the milk for Mitch to drink.

Andy had finished feeding Mitch and was currently untying Mitch's shoes.

"What's going on down there? Am I losing shoe privileges?", Mitch frowned and side eyed Cass, who grinned back.

"No actually I had this idea last night. Aramais loves his slippers, and has said that all he ever wore was combat boots or he was bare foot", Andy pulled a boot off, "I figured you may like to have these boots off for a while and may find slippers a bit more comfortable."

With the slippers on, Mitch moved his toes a bit.

"I can see why Aramais likes them", Mitch laughed lightly.

"Well unless you need anything else I say we're done here, and Aramais still needs his breakfast", Andy got up, "I'll leave your boots over here for right now."

Andy and Cass walked by the surveillance room and looked in.

"Oh hello Director", Cass smiled.

"Hello. I was hoping I might steal you. We need to talk", the Director smiled.

"Uh-oh, did I do something?", Cass frowned with worry.

"No nothing at all, I have a question for you before I move forward on something", the Director looked at Andy, "do you mind?"

"No not at all", Andy grinned, "I'm going to take care of Aramais now."

Once in the Director's office Cass sat and waited for the Director to sit down.

"I was wondering. What are your thought on Mitch?"

"I think he's funny, I like the sarcasm", Cass chuckled, "I feel sorry for him though, although I know what he did, I feel like he just doesn't know any better."

The Director smiled lightly, "I was given orders to destroy him, the higher ups said I could do whatever I pleased, but they suggested he die."

Cass's face turned from the smile, "oh."

"I feel though that you might be right. I feel with hard work he might learn to enjoy it here like the other three, but I need someone who may be willing to help me with that", the Director watched Cass's reactions.

"I need someone who might see some hope in him", the Director continued, "do you think you might like to try taking care of him for a little and see what happens. You won't have to do it by yourself for a while, and I need to meet with everyone else and get their thoughts on this. We have to consider Whumpee's comfort and safety with this. I wasn't wanting him, but I don't want to kill him either. What do you think?"

"I'm a junior researcher sir. Do you think I'm ready for this? I wouldn't mind doing it. I like Mitch, I think, but do you think I'm ready?", Cass looked at him questioningly.

"I don't know to be honest. I think you have the passion for this unit, but it will be a lot to take on. If you're not sure, that's fine", the Director smiled, "I don't want you to take a job you are uncomfortable and unsure of."

"What happens to Mitch if I don't?", Cass frowned.

"Let me worry about that", the Director nodded.

"I-I want to know", Cass looked down.

"Honestly I don't know", the Director looked at Cass, "I don't really have a caregiver to do it, taking care of the human weapons is a full time job. I may have too...", the Director frowned, "honestly, I have no idea."

"I'll do it", Cass looked up, "I don't want him to die, I'll try my best."

"Are you sure?", the Director looked at Cass in shock, "this is a full time job, we will have a trial period and see what happens and the other caregivers will help as much as they can. A guard will come in with you even. Are you sure?"

Cass gave a worried smile, "yes", they squeaked.

"Okay", the Director sighed, "I will send you more information on your duties then. Next step is the meeting with everyone involved. Let's see what they all think."

"When will Mitch find out?", Cass grinned nervously.

"He will be last, I need to know everyone else is on board before I offer this to him. I don't want him to get his hopes up, then tell him that it didn't work out."

In another part of the facility Aramais was being pushed to his doom.

"Are you sure you're ready to shower?", Andy leaned over the chair as he pushed it, "everything is in place like you requested, but are you ready."

"No I'm not", Aramais frowned, "but it needs to be done, I'm hoping jumping in head first like I was trained to do will work and everything will be fine. The guards will be there if I need them right?"

"Yes three guards will be there, and me", Andy rounded the corner to the showers, "we've requested everyone else to stay away."

Aramais frowned when they got into the shower rooms.

The guards stood around the room in key spots, one blocking the door, two in other corners.

"One other guard will stand outside of the showers to keep others out, and to be our last line of defense if Aramais gets out", one guard explained, "we will administer a low dose of tranquilizer to start, as requested by Aramais."

Andy took the needle and showed Aramais.

"Are you sure of this", Andy looked it over and prepped the needle.

"Yes, the drug will hopefully cut some of the edge out of my nerves, but I will be able to function", Aramais sighed, "at least until we get use to this we may have to rely on tranquilizers to help."

"Alright, I am administering the low dose tranquilizer", Andy cleaned a spot on Aramais's arm, then gave the injection.

"Guards you are not to administer more than two doses of the full dose tranquilizer, and you are not to give the doses at the same time. We need to make sure the first didn't work before the second is administered", Andy announced, "are we clear."

"Yes sir", the guards answered in unison.

Andy pushed the chair to the shower, then showed Aramais how to use it.

"You can change the temperature levels as much as you like, you have full control of what happens in here", Andy set down a few things on a shelf, "shampoo, soap, washcloth. I have the towel", Andy smiled, "are you ready?"

"What are the guards to do if they hear me say sedate, sedate?", Aramais looked at Andy worriedly.

"They are to sedate you with one injection at a time", Andy nodded, "no one is to approach you until you are fully under the sedative."

Aramais nodded, "okay, let's get this over with."

Aramais got out of the chair and removed his clothes.

Andy frowned as he remembered all the scars that littered Aramais's body.

"Like what you see", Aramais caught Andy staring.

"No", Andy shook his head, "your body was destroyed by horrible people."

"I'm well aware", Aramais looked over himself.

Aramais held his hand under the running water for a few minutes, "I am surrounded by friendlies, I am not with my trainer anymore. I am not what they wanted, I am no longer their weapon."

Andy felt his heart ache as Aramais tried to talk himself into doing this. He had never seen the human weapon so apprehensive about something.

Finally Aramais leaned into the water more until he was fully under the stream.

A small sigh was heard.

Then a grunted groan.

"Doing okay?", Andy asked.

"Flashbacks", Aramais winced in frustration.

"Uh-oh", Aramais growled, "sedate, sedate."

A blast of air was heard as the sedative left the gun.

Once into Aramais's skin, Aramais folded himself into a ball, trying to control the survival mode until the sedative took effect.

"I need another one", Aramais groaned a few minutes later, "it's working, but not strongly."

Another blast of air as the injection was sent out.

After a few minutes, Aramais went limp and fell to the side.

Andy cautiously approached and turned the water off.

"He's out", Andy announced as he checked for a pulse, "let's move."

Andy dried Aramais off as much as he could before the guards helped get him dressed.

The Director, Caretaker, and McGee waited outside of the shower rooms. They collectively frowned as an unconscious Aramais was pushed out.

"Don't frown like that, he tried his best", Andy reprimanded, "my heart broke as I heard him trying to work up the courage to do it. I have it on recording so you can have your hearts broken as well. His body is covered in scars, they did so much to him."

"I wasn't frowning at him, I just wasn't expecting him to come out unconscious, that's all", Caretaker frowned before patting Aramais's shoulder, "Whumpee has whip marks down their back. If Mitch says he did the same thing his trainers did, he probably has the same. I know this is going to take time, and I'm sorry to Aramais that he has to deal with this."

"I'm not mad at all, I was hoping he had made it through, and wasn't expecting him to be unconscious", the Director admitted, "I'm thankful he tried though. He is helping us so much."

"He said he was having flashbacks, then he said Uh-oh", Andy brushed some of the damp hair out of Aramais's face, "then he asked for the sedation."

"I'll help you get him into his room, I am calling a meeting this afternoon", the Director stood beside Andy, "I need everyone in the Special Containment Unit there, I'll have four guards stay and monitor the weapons. I'll update the four of them later."

Andy and the Director undid the straps of the chair and carefully lifted Aramais up, then carried him to the bed.

"He looks so peaceful, it's amazing", the Director admitted.

"Amazing that he could kill us both in a matter of seconds", Andy dumped some water into Aramais's cup, and placed the cup next to him.

"Exactly", the Director nodded as he watched Andy place slippers on Aramais, "he really likes those slippers, huh?"

"Yes his favorite thing", Andy smiled as he pulled a blanket over Aramais, "he should be good to go."

Andy looked into the monitor room and saw the one guard stationed to watch Aramais.

"Message me if he wakes up before I'm back, if he needs anything let me know as well."

"Yes sir", the guard nodded.

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gbee-writes · 2 months

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Amours Deception

Chapter One

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Henchman stood in line with the others, chest heaving as sweat practically poured off of her. The training day had been grueling and long but that was nothing new. Most days were, though they were more rewarding that way. Even so, she was still dying for it to end so that she could hit the showers.

"Well, I'd say that was an acceptable show of skill today," Villain strutted in front of them like an illustrious peacock. His ego was more grating than usual in that moment. "For most of you."

She grit her teeth as he made direct eye contact with her. Henchman would tear his arms off and beat him with them if she could.

His eyes moved away, "You are all dismissed; be here tomorrow at five am sharp for the heist. Anyone lagging behind will be used for next week's target practice."

As her coworkers filed out she felt a hand on her arm. Against her exhaustion, and desire for the showers, she turned around to face Villain. He waited until the door shut before pulling her into him. Henchman wasn't in the mood for his antics but she let him pepper her face with kisses anyway, reluctance clear in her stiff posture.

"Oh come now, don't be like this!"

"I don't want to deal with you tonight Villain."

"Why is my favorite henchie being so cold? Was it the extra laps?" His light tone only further raked against her broiling nerves.

Henchman yanked back as he went in to kiss her lips. "Don't. Don't mock me like this."

Villain stared incredulously at her a moment before shoving her away with a disgusted grunt. She stumbled slightly, not expecting the shift in weight. "Mock you? Since when have I mocked you?"

"Since we started-!" Henchman gestured wildly. "-whatever this is!"

"If you think me showing you affection is mockery that's not my fault. I thought you would like being treated nice after a hard day." His soft brown eyes burned with fury.

"You mean after you insult me in front of my peers? Embarrass me and then make out as you please? Yes, I love the mixed messages that sends. They make me feel very liked and not at all confused!"

Villain's shoulders bunched up, face twitching as his anger threatened to break out violently. "Well if you would apply yourself in training I wouldn't need to embarrass you any more than you embarrass yourself!"

Every ounce of blazing rage extinguished in a moment. Henchman turned and yanked the door open. "I'm taking my shower and going home. Have a nice night."

The door shut on his sputtered response.

Her fellow henchmen were starting to file out as she made her way to the locker rooms. A few of them whispered well wishes, assuming Villain had held her back to chew her out.

How she wanted that to be the truth. It would be better then dealing with a sickening pool of emotions Villain stirred in her gut.

A haze filled her mind as she stripped from her training clothes, grabbing her soap and hair products from her locker before going to the shower farthest from the door. The hot water pulled her out of it just enough to notice one of the newest recruits staring at her.

"What?"

The girl, Marcy was her name, gave her a wavering smile. "I think you did great today. I couldn't take down any of my opponents."

She remembered. The poor girl had been bodied in less than a minute three rounds in a row. She managed five minutes at one point but it was clear she wasn't a very physical kind of person.

And Villain hadn't gotten after her once.

Bile burned Henchman's and she let out a hollow laugh. "Takes practice. You'll be breaking bones soon enough."

"Probably not," Marcy shut off her shower. "I think I'm going to get a transfer. I don't like all the physical stuff. Not good at it either. You are though!"

Henchman sighed a bit. "Not how Villain sees it."

"Well he's stupid not to." Henchman turned to look at Marcy again. Her auburn hair was plastered to her face but when they were training the short locks had constantly swished in front of her eyes. Probably one reason for the lack of skill actually.

Her eyes were an oddly distracting green, earnest and so painfully trusting. Henchman ignored the squirm in her guts as Marcy blinked innocently at her.

She let out another sigh. "Tell you what, I can give you some extra lessons. Maybe wait a few weeks before you decide you're no good for this part of the job?"

"Really? Oh, thank you!" Marcy seemed to forget they were both in a vulnerable sort of state, rushing forwards to give Henchman a hug. She quickly pulled back with blush going up to her ears. "I am so sorry, I wasn't thinking! I'm just-...Maybe I should-...I need to head home. But thank you for the offer!"

Henchman watched her go with a smile tugging the corner of her lips. That girl was going to get eaten alive eventually. Hopefully she could push that off.

Once the showers were blissfully quiet again she turned the water up until it turned her skin red. Better to get a shower this hot at work, considering her crappy water heater at home couldn't handle it.

It didn't take long for Henchman to end up sitting on the bench to give her aching muscles a break. Unfortunately her mind wandered back to Villain.

Their...situation had begun a few months before. He'd pulled her aside and praised her for her work. At first she had been suspicious but he hadn't stopped snatching her away for stolen moments.

His honeyed words didn't last long. After the physical side of their relationship started a month in he was always quick to go in for a kiss but his words, especially in front of others, were harsh. Henchman found herself reprimanded more than the others. Sometimes for slips that hadn't happened!

Rage and confusion and desire sloshed around inside her, only succeeding in making her feel sick. Just when she was sure he only saw her as a bit of fun he would bring back the compliments and she would fell back into it.

Maybe he didn't see her that way but he only noticed that it bothered her when it got to the boiling point. That's what she told herself often.

He wasn't toying with her. She was just expecting too much softness from a man who routinely murdered people. It was her fault.

But it still felt like she wasn't anything more than stress relief. After fights, before big heists, especially when Hero taunted him. A part of her hated that woman for it.

Henchman watched the water flow off of her and head for the drain. Steam started getting thick enough to block off quite a bit of her vision.

So lost in thought she didn't notice the figure moving towards her until it was almost on her.

"Henchman?" The voice was gentle.

An undignified shriek slipped past her lips. She quickly went to trying to cover her bare body, unsuccessfully at that.

"I've seen you naked before." Villain's tone was flat.

"That was with my consent you creep!" Henchman hissed as she threw the bar of soap at his head. He dodged it easily.

Villain was finally close enough she could see the remorseful expression he held. "I just came to apologize. What I said...it was uncalled for. You're not embarrassing."

Her anger tapered down. Villain rarely apologized; there was no reason to keep being hostile to him. She felt more sure about that when he stepped forward, soaking his perfectly quaffed hair and pristine suit, and cupped her face reverently.

"Do you think you can forgive me?"

She leaned into the touch. A part of her wanted to say no but he looked so pathetic sopping wet that Henchman couldn't help laughing a bit. "Yes, I can forgive you."

His smile lit up her insides. Henchman pushed forwards for a kiss, leaning into Villain more as his fingers tangled into the locks on the back of her head.

It was only when she made it home and collapsed to her rickety bed that Henchman felt the overwhelming need to cry. How had she forgiven him for speaking down to her like that again?

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Hero rolled her eyes as Superhero wrote down a few notes of her report.

"And you're sure none of them suspect you? This offer for lessons could be a trap."

"Superhero. You trusted me with this mission; trust me that I haven't blown my cover in the first week of it."

His nostrils flared. "I do trust you, but we can't underestimate them."

"Oh please," Hero snickered as she remembered Henchman's face stepping into the showers. "That woman didn't notice anything outside of her miserable self. I think her and Villain are having some relationship issues."

Superhero laughed with her. "Of course she is, she's trying to get close with Villain. That's just asking to be used. Not that it will matter much soon, when we manage to get them all in cells."

"Actually, I think we could put Henchman in the rehabilitation program. She'd be a decent asset to the agency." Hero said with a thoughtful nod.

Her superior snorted another laugh. "I'll note it, but that I doubt. Go ahead and head home."

"Yes sir."

Hero was grateful when her front door came into view. She hadn't accounted for how tiring it would be to fake incompetence in a professional setting.

She wiped all thoughts of work from her mind as she stepped through the door into her living room. The babysitter she'd hired jumped to his feet.

"Mrs. Duller, you're a little late. Everything okay?"

"Yes, just got swamped at work. How's Daughter?"

"Sleeping like a bear in winter." He said with a bright smile. Hero returned it as she paid him and bid him goodnight.

Just as promised her little darling was curled under her covers, snoring just a little. Hero placed a kiss to her forehead. It took quite a lot not to laugh as Daughter scrunched her face at the contact.

"Sleep tight sweetie." Hero whispered before making her way to her own room.

She had to get a lot of sleep before the heist the next day. Especially because she had to try to thwart it without becoming suspicious. Something told her Henchman might not be so easy to fool when it came to actual jobs.

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wafflecrew-outofcontext · 16 days

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Falkon: I’ll transform to human nudey form

#dice camera action #wafflecrew #falkon #chris trott #nudity mention #ep 21

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squishablesunbeam · 1 month

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okay two questions!

Do any of your OCs have an accent?

how does Quinn feel about nudity post-main arc events? Is it only manageable when he is alone or not at all?

thanks!!!!

I've never been asked that!

I can't actually hear my ocs, they are all literally just my own voice screaming in my head lol

But there are some things that I know about them though!

Sidenote- the story is based two generations after Earth was abandoned. So grandparents would have been from various regions of Earth but all of that fractured when they had to leave the planet. People grew up mostly on ships or small, outlying planets with a wide range of people and cultures and languages around them. Some ocs developed a bit of a mix of accents and that's why.

Ok so Percy definitely has a notable twang to the way that he talks but with a mix of a British accent as well. His is the most distinct in my head and I love it a little bit lol

Quinn is one of those chameleons that can match anyone's accents and accidentally adopts pieces of words he likes into his own way of speaking. When he isn't thinking about what he's saying or when he gets too tired he can slip into accents he likes because his brain enjoys the way the words feel more than anything.

Collins is gruff and has a bit of a clipped way of speaking but I think that's more personality than accent.

Bailey has some southern US roots for sure and has hung into his accent pretty strongly.

Freely from Prim's crew has family from Egypt and grew up speaking mostly Arabic. He has a bit of a love of languages and also speaks English, French, Russian and Mandarin fluently and that changes his way of speaking depending on what he's talking about or who he's speaking to.

That's all I can think of in CoA!

Outside of CoA, Levi predominately speaks Spanish with his family but he grew up in NY so he has a bit of a mix. Cameron grew up in the same city as Levi but mostly dropped his thicker NY accent. Levi misses it terribly!

Jesse and Mark from The Palette are from my neck of the woods and are very Pacific Northwest lol

Second question!

under the cut mostly because it's a long answer more than the nudity mention 🙃

Quinn used to be very comfortable with his body and nudity is a normal occurrence on a lot of ships. He's used to communal showers and locker rooms and shared sleeping quarters.

The quarters on their ship are actually supposed to be for the officers. There's shared sleeping quarters one level down but they are such a skeleton crew right now that everyone gets their own room and damn if he isn't grateful for it.

Post main arc- Quinn is much less comfortable for sure. He's very insecure about his scars and would very much prefer no one knows what's hiding under his clothing.

Only Collins, Prim and Freely have seen most or all of his scars and Prim and Freely have only seen them because they are the medics on the ship.

He mainly hates the idea of anyone seeing his scars and then imagining what the crew did to cause them. He already thinks they must do that already. They must see him and know the stories and immediately picture him locked in a cage and raped and whipped and tormented. How could they not?

The thought seriously bothers him and it's a big reason for why he hides away in their quarters on most days.

Quinn was kept naked for so long, so the nudity itself isn't necessarily what makes him feel vulnerable, at least around Collins. He doesn't really think about it when he changes in front of Collins or steps into the shower knowing that Collins is right there and can see him plain as day.

He can't be naked or even just wear boxers to bed either. He wears sweatpants and long sleeve shirts, or even a sweatshirt when he's having really bad days. He hates the feel of the sheets on his skin and they've even gone out to buy new sheets and blankets that are a different material and have a different pattern on them than the ones the crew all used from before.

But anyone else walking in while he's naked and he would immediately shut down. He'd freeze and drop his eyes to the floor and let the humiliation eat him alive. I don't even think he'd move to cover himself. He'd be right back with the crew, without any choice but to be exposed and vulnerable and completely at their mercy. It would take Collins a long time getting him fully back to the present again.

He really can't be touched while naked either. He's happy for Collins to hold him and kiss him or gentle touches on his hips or around his waist when he's fully clothed. He doesn't react much to those things anymore, as long as they are in their quarters and he knows Collins is near him first.

Collins has touched him with his shirt off and that seems mostly ok. A good portion of Quinn's mind is painfully aware of the scars on his back without his shirt but it's Collins. He's seen the scars, he's tended the wounds and helped him heal. Quinn is used to the feel of his gentle touch on his back or absently brushing up under his shirt, seeking out the warmth of his skin.

If he is fully naked though, that's also a hard no. He just can't be touched at all until he has something on. Collins has never even accidentally done that but Quinn imagines it sometimes. The way Collins' fingertips would feel brushing against his hips or wrapping his arms around Quinn after he got out of the shower. He wants that. He wants to be able to feel safe in Collins' arms no matter what. But he pictures it and his mind just splits apart. He can feel the other men's hands on his skin, touching all the exposed, vulnerable places on his body all over again.

He needs just a single piece of clothing to act as a barrier for his own thoughts, just a small measure of control and assurance that he has a choice in the matter.

But it still pisses him off.

He's so determined to not allow those men to ruin what he has now. And Collins is so incredibly patient. They've slowly gotten to the point where Collins can touch him quite freely in their room and Quinn loves it so much! He really does love touch. He wants to be able to wrap himself around Collins and feel every inch of him! So he'll ask Collins to try soon. He'll start by just cupping his face in his hands while he's naked and go from there.

Quinn's determined. They'll find their way!

#fun question!!#ocs in space #living their little lives #thank you!!!!#😘😘😘#nudity mention #recovering whumpee #coa asks

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devilisinthedeinos · 2 months

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A small price to pay for gender affirming care if you ask me.

Yeah. I could use like. At least a blanket though. It's cold out here and I'm butt-ass naked. For some reason. I have no clue why I'm not more worried about that part.

#pokemon irl #pkmn irl #rotumblr #rotomblr #eebydeeby irl #asks #nudity mention #<- ask to tag

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one-time-i-dreamt · 6 months

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I was sitting in a classroom and the Trunchbull from Matilda burst through the wall like the Kool-Aid Man but she was entirely naked and holding a stick of butter while screaming about fairies.

#dream #matilda #classroom #trunchbull #school #kool aid man #nudity mention #butter #fairy

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hazmatazz · 1 year

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i'm on a school trip and have roomates and GIRLS ACTUALLY CHANGE IN FRONT OF EACHOTHER????? what the fuck. i thought that was like a movie thing. what

#accidentally looked over as my roommate was openly changing (we have a bathroom!!) and. jesus christ what the fuck??#afab btw :(#more in shock than distressed so not the worst thing ig?#just feel like i've gotten like a culture shock this trip. these girls are fuckin weird???#(they're how the girls in the movies act)#babble #complaining #nudity mention

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ace-culture-is · 1 year

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ace culture is not understanding why photos of naked people should be censored because they dont affect you in any way

#asexuality #asexual #ace culture #ace culture is #actually ace #anonymous #nudity mention

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sun-pluto · 1 year

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tw: nudity mention but it’s just a basic slice of life from me

trying to learn how to let go of control and trust more in the people i care about and are around me the most. i used to survive in a house by being quiet and low-maintenance and never telling anyone a single thing about my activities. but that has changed since i’ve moved out and made friends i want to keep.

and it starts with my housemate(s). like literally, i’ve known them for almost a year, we’ve been living under the same roof for about a year as well and i’m still trying my best to be present with them and open up to them without my guard up. it’s hard because they’re not that close to me, but we’re still friends and can keep up a very good balance between being friends and being housemates to keep the place we rent clean. and i’ve been trying to separate what my mind sees as ‘duty’ and what should be a natural relationship and communication between friends. i have completely mastered the art of being a roommate, since with my own family i was already one. but to be a friend, is something i’m constantly learning.

and i think it starts acts of service with me HAHAHA. when i care about someone i start quietly, i do the dishes for them, i offer them my own food and groceries, i help them with their garden ideas and upkeeping small things that would’ve been none of my business but they’re open to receiving help. then i started talking to them more, not really saying much but just listening, and remembering their friends’ names and the stuff they’ve gone through and their dreams and their ambitions. their problems and their emotions. and i think the hardest part isn’t listening or offering advice, to me i think the hardest part is showing them how much i relate to them too. i can type a lot, but it seems whenever i open my mouth, i can’t say much. it’s a very chiron 3H thing HAHAHA i can never talk as much as i type. and i’m trying to now.

and i think it’s great that they’re learning things about me too, that im slowly not becoming mysterious or stoic to them but instead something (someone) relatable and safe to be silly around. now i joke more, i insert my stories a little more, i say “i get you” instead of “i’m sorry that happened”. i think the biggest milestone is hanging my nude calendar fundraiser photos on the hallway HAHAHA that’s when the walls really started to break and they know. plus it starts conversations with their friends BFKFNFJF it’s conservative nudity and it’s photos with animals but still. i think im slowly improving in opening myself up to someone who’s around me 24/7, and to not feel like an intrusion to an otherwise stable (most of the time) lifestyle of another person. and i’m trying to feel more comfortable in the spotlight, which is a ludicrous thing to say when i’m literally front and centre of the nude photoshoots and i’m comfortable with public speaking. what i mean is being the centre of attention with people i care about. that’s when i always clam up. i think too much about what they feel about me. and i’m learning to let go and trust they care about me too.

but anyway! just thoughts on my journey to healing and being a version of myself that i like. not that i dislike the version of myself now, she’s pushed me through some of the toughest times in my life (which is saying something given my life). but now i want her to be free and laugh more is all :)

#m #talking #really it’s just me talking #and opening myself up to the internet. just a bit HAHAHA #nudity mention #when i let my erato in the 1H win

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