#physical form reveal ig

[t4tcecilos]

DOGWARTS SCARF DOGWARTS SCARF

inspired by @cherrifire’s limited life skin for martyn !!!! crochet ‘pattern’ by me ^^

#WAAAAAA THIS TOOK SO LOMG BUT IM SO HAPPY W IT !!!!!!!! #also uhm. closet 3L martyn cosplay ^^ !!!! #itlwart #inthelittlewood #3rdlife #trafficblr #pattern in quotes bc i barely made a pattern and just kinda. went for it. yknow #REBLOGS R OKAY BTW ^^ please rb this took a whileee and im soo proud of it #dogwarts #3lsmp #too scared to tag martyns tumblr. but. in spirit i am #ft the pink elephant man mask i made a while back lol #mcyt crafts #mcyt cosplay #my art #little nervous to post this. #physical form reveal ig

[pastanest]

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

A/N: why is it so difficult to find high quality post-prison reid fbi vest gifs like I thought we were all sluts out here but Ig not

gif creds: @imagining-in-the-margins

Duality Of Man

Spencer Reid had never really considered himself to be a reckless man. He had always been a calculated, well thought out, methodical follower of the rules, for fear of being ridiculed further for breaking societal rules beyond the ones he couldn’t help via his neurodivergence. He enjoyed rules. Learning the rules of people, of their behavior, and of various board games that challenged his intellect, were some of his favorite pastimes, actually.

Spencer also would not have regarded himself as a particularly possessive or territorial person, prior to spending three months behind bars. They isolated him, kept him locked in a space with people that wanted him dead, like an animal raised in captivity being thrown into a cage of wild lions. Having nothing of his own changed the way in which Spencer viewed the world around him, once he was allowed to step back into it.

Yours had been the first face he had seen when he had set foot beyond the prison walls on the day of his release, and the moment he felt you return to his embrace, in a gesture the two of you had engaged in countless times, a form of physical contact that he was most comfortable sharing with you; Spencer felt that something was different. In a way that he didn’t quite understand, you were his, beyond the platonic confines he had previously forced over his own feelings for you. He was not overbearing and had never overstepped your boundaries, but he was more outwardly protective of you than anyone else.

It had only presented itself in small gestures and words: moving to stand slightly in front of you in any kind of tense situation to act as your human shield, checking in with you at every stage of the cases you worked together, prioritizing your safety over his, and, naturally being the first one to object when you volunteered to go undercover to seduce an unsub into revealing information.

“Absolutely not.” Spencer had uttered from where he sat beside you at the round table, shaking his head.

And you had rolled your eyes at him. “I’ll be fine, Spence, I can handle myself.”

He couldn’t argue with that, he had seen you stare down men twice your size on several occasions, which always made him smirk. Still, Spencer could not hide the sick feeling that twisted in his gut at the thought of you going undercover, and being in danger.

As he had often found, the feeling in Spencer’s gut had been right. The unsub had been clever enough to deduce that you were a deliberate victim, not one of happenstance, and as such, he took you to a second location, which he had not done with his previous victims.

Given it was not his usual mode of operation and he had acted on instinct, the unsub’s play was an amateur move; comparable to what Spencer was certain Gideon thought in their first chess games together, so many years prior. As clever as the ubsub had been in figuring out you were not who you said you were, he was not intelligent enough to outsmart the one man army of Doctor Spencer Reid when fuelled by a fire that he had never felt burning in him before. It took less than a day for the team of profilers to find the warehouse you were being kept in, and less than a minute for Spencer to completely disregard their carefully orchestrated plan to rescue an FBI agent with the regulated SWAT team.

He didn’t need a team behind him for this.

He would handle this bastard himself.

With a kick that Spencer was sure Derek Morgan would be proud of, the door to the warehouse was made obsolete. Gun and torch raised, Spencer stalked the dark warehouse, checking dusty room after dusty room, eagle eyes scanning every corner, until a figure dared step out of the shadows in front of him. Anyone foolish enough to make themselves a physical blockade that kept Spencer from getting to you was a waste of oxygen.

“So, you’re the one she’s convinced is coming to save her.” The unsub taunted, chuckling darkly as he raised his arms out to his side cockily. “C’mon then, show me what you’ve got. No weapons, just you and me, man to man.”

As if to prove the authenticity of his own words, he discarded his usual weapon of choice, the blade clattering against the warehouse floor.

Spencer eyed him like a wild lion in a cage, and he almost smirked at the irony, but kept his expression calm and collected. He glanced at the doorway of the dark room they stood in, knowing that protocols would advise him to call for assistance, to make the arrest with as little physical harm as possible. But when Spencer’s eyes gravitated back to the subject who was now very much known to him, his target was in his sights.

An icy glare stayed fixed on the man that took you as the sound of a torch and gun hitting the ground echoed through the otherwise empty room. The air was thick as Spencer unclipped his FBI bulletproof vest and tossed that to the ground, too. And with no sense of urgency, he popped the cufflinks of his shirt and rolled his long sleeves up to his elbows.

An invitation to beat the life out of someone that took you? Hurt you? It must be Christmas.

Spencer’s expression was unmoving, and he didn’t say a word. Finally, after a childhood spent as a victim of merciless bullying and a portion of his adulthood fearing the judgment and cruelty of others, Spencer Reid was confident in his ability to end a physical confrontation with his own two fists.

In three large strides, he was face to face with the egotist, who swung at him, pathetically, and predictably enough for Spencer to not only swerve out of the way, but reciprocate the gesture tenfold. A solid right hook spun the idiot’s jaw and sent him stumbling, but Spencer was far from finished. He stalked over to him and in a matter of steps, had grabbed his target by his shirt collar and forced him against the wall. The fool was still reeling from Spencer’s punch, a dazed look in his eyes and blood dripping from his split lip.

“Did you touch her?”

Spencer’s words were eerily quiet, barely above a whisper, but in the silence of the warehouse they reverberated against every wall. He had a feeling that he already knew the answer, but he needed to hear it, he had to be sure his next actions would be justified.

His vision clearing, the man fool enough to take you smirked up at Spencer.

“(Y/N) looks real pretty when she cries, doesn’t she?”

He chose to answer Spencer’s question with a rhetorical question that immediately decided his fate.

In a fraction of a second, Spencer threw his target to the ground and pounced on him, vision clouded with red as he landed punch after punch, until the ground looked just as red to everybody else. If three months in prison had taught Spencer Reid anything, it wasn’t just how to fight, it was how to fight dirty.

He only stopped when the physical barrier sputtered for breath, and that was only because Spencer didn’t want to get thrown back into a cell. Catching his breath, Spencer lifted his gaze and scanned the room around him again.

“Spencer?!”

And he was stood, his rage an afterthought as he followed the weak sound of your voice, your call to him. In a sea of voices, Spencer could pinpoint yours in an instant. Having heard commotion, you had assumed it was him, coming to your rescue, like you always knew he would.

He found you in the next room, bruised and bloody, tied to a chair and covered in torn clothes with cuts beneath them that reassured Spencer the blood dripping from his knuckles was beyond worth it.

The look in his eyes was so soft as he ran to you and crouched in front of you, kissing your forehead as he tore the ropes from you with no regard for the burns he may get on his already bloody hands.

Finally free, you collapsed into Spencer’s arms, and he released the breath he’d been holding since you’d been taken, closing his eyes as he held you tightly against him, standing up and helping you to your feet in turn. The weight of the trauma you carried made your legs shake beneath you, but Spencer was there to hold you steady, he would always be there. He held your face in his hands and gave you the softest smile you’d ever seen, his thumbs ever so gently caressing your cheeks.

It took you a second to come to terms with your surroundings and your rescue, but as soon as you had, your eyes widened and you took Spencer’s hands in yours.

“You’re hurt.” You murmured, tears shining in your eyes as you held his bloody knuckles with such tenderness, he was surprised he could feel it after the aggression his hands had just been subjected to, but he would always be able to feel you.

Spencer almost chuckled in disbelief as you - in your beaten, bloody and traumatized state - became upset over a little blood on his hands. Well, maybe it was more than a little…

“Adrenaline, (Y/N), I can’t feel a thing.” Spencer reassured you in a soft voice, holding your face in his hands again and placing the lightest kiss on your nose. “But we need to get you to a doctor.”

The moment he said it, the rest of the team filtered into the room, having passed the sputtering suspect and Spencer’s discarded bulletproof vest on their way.

The look on Emily’s face told Spencer he would have several unpleasant reports to fill out regarding how he’d handled this case, but when he stared into your eyes and saw the stars in them, he knew he’d do it all again a hundred times if you were waiting on the other side for him.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #x reader #imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon #headcannons

[pinklemonadeflav]

Pillow

A fluffy black cat Wonwoo agenda drabble~

Persona : Wonwoo

☁︎

wc: 0.5k

boyfriend! Wonwoo x gn!reader

Content notes: domestic sleepytime, some ass-touching but it's not really sexual

<Read under the cut>

Throughout the past fifteen minutes, Wonwoo's been hearing noises here and there, fluctuating in volume from somewhere in the house, and not even the background music or battle sound effects from his game were enough to cover them.

He pulls off his headphones as the monitor flashes 'VICTORY' and realises it's about time for bed. He decides to conclude his gaming session here in lieu of satisfying his curiosity of where the noisemaker is.

As he nears the bedroom, he realises it's coming from his adorable lover, folding his arms and leaning against the doorframe to watch you with a fond expression.

You're faced away from him, starfished across the bed with your ass up and phone in hand, incomprehensible crackhead tiktoks sending you into giggling fits as your body reacts with feet-kicking and squeals at a few extra-nonsensical ones.

A smile grows on Wonwoo's face; he doesn't always understand your humour, but god does he love it when he can witness you glow the way you do when you're absolutely at peace, enjoying whatever you're doing at that point of time.

He can stand for hours just staring at you, but a movement catches his eyes and he can't help himself as his feet take him to the bed. The fabric of your shorts ride up against the friction of the bedsheets, partially-revealing the swell of your ass and... yaaaawn it looks like just the perfect surface for Wonwoo to rest his oh-so tired body on, and it seems like all the other pillows are being hogged by you, so, it leaves him no choice-

You yelp in surprise as you feel your boyfriend's cheek land on your lower ones from behind. His arms hug your thigh, using your stretched-out leg as a bolster.

"Hey babe"

You greet him as you put your phone down, neck craning to peep at his comfy form. A laugh leaves you when you see that he's curled his whole body around your leg, trying to fit his broad frame within the confines of half the mattress.

He kisses the plush flesh next to his face, turning his head up to look back at you while you reach around to remove his glasses and place it on the bedside table. He then lets out a content sigh, closing his eyes and seemingly intending to fall asleep like this, wrapped around your lower half.

Fearing impending numbness in the coming hour, you wriggle your leg to shake him off.

"Nope no- come up here Wonnie"

His body shakes for a few seconds alongside your squirming (well, not that you could physically move this man, he just finds your expression funny when he plays along), before unlatching himself and shimmying upwards to meet you at the pillows near the head of the bed.

You pinch his nose and he scrunches it, your lips landing a quick peck on the tip as he settles his right arm under your head and left reaching over to turn off the lamp before resting on your waist.

As his eyes flutter shut for real this time, he whispers a low 'good night darling' and night falls over the two of you.

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ww ig: bf pics >> svt writers: another one thank you >> ww ff readers: ANOTHER ONE THANK YOU

i almost wrote [ヾ( ￣Ｏ￣)ﾂ yaaawn] instead of just yawn becase of a ww yawn compilation tiktok i watched recently (the reader in bed bit was written right after i was lying in bed rotting and doing the same laughing at dumb vids)

also wowie this is my first non-coded fic/actual fanfic, fun to contextualise it more specifically to one person, i already have hannie and hoshi ones in the works~

#svt #seventeen #seventeen fluff #fluff #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fluff #boyfriend wonwoo #gn!reader

[donquixotehomura]

Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader Relaxation

Master List

Pre-established relationship, fluff, Doffy being soft, reader is gender ambiguous, reader taking care of Doffy, reader is very ambiguous actually, I HC then as the same age and having been together since their twenties but this fic doesn't have anything alluding to any of that so you can think about it however you want.

In the heart of Dressrosa, the facade of joy and freedom shown to the Kingdom concealed the intricate planning and power orchestrated by Donquixote Doflamingo, amidst the schemes and planning, you stood by his side, not just as a normal family member but as a partner, as someone who understood the complexities of his heart.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the two of you retreated to the privacy of your shared quarters. The air shifted, shedding the weight of the day's responsibilities. Doflamingo's stern demeanor softened, revealing a vulnerability reserved for you alone, the room became a haven, a sanctuary where the masks of the ruthless pirate and cunning ruler could be set aside.

You approached him, your hands skilled from countless nights of relieving his tension. The soft glow of candles illuminated the room as you worked your magic, massaging away the stresses that clung to his shoulders.

Doflamingo, normally stoic and unyielding, melted into the touch, his guard lowering with each knead of your fingers.

"You know," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, "you have a way of making me forget the chaos out there."

You smiled, understanding the weight of his words. The massages weren't just physical relief, they were a ritual of intimacy, a language spoken in the silent moments. As your hands continued their dance, the room echoed with a quiet symphony of shared affection.

When the massages concluded, you both settled into a comforting embrace. The boundaries between family/partners and lovers blurred in the soft glow of the candles. The armor of power and influence that surrounded Doflamingo crumbled, revealing the man who found solace in your arms.

Cuddling close, the world outside vanished, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of shared warmth. As the night unfolded, your whispered conversations and tender touches became a testament to the love that transcended the intricacies of power and ambition.

In the stillness of the night, Doflamingo, once the puppet master of a grand design, found his sanctuary in the simplicity of your love. The silent retreat to your shared bedroom became a ritual of healing, a reminder that even in the tumultuous seas of the Pirate world and great ambition, there existed an anchor—each other.

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He looks adorable in this gif (it isn't mine and I'm not sure where I got it from, probably from another Doffy fic here)

Tell me what you think, I know this is short but it's a beginning ig, I can't figure out a style for myself yet but I'll get there, apologies if this sucked haha

This is my beginning on the road of fanfics, I always get a ton of ideas and never write them cause I don't really know how to word them well and my anxiety is through the roof 🥲, anyways here we go I hope this is good, I'll try to keep my fangirl heart at bay but I can't with this horrible lovely adorable man (is this my daddy issues? Maybe)

Do I sound too philosophical? Should I go for more causal? Idk my brain is either this or can't even form a sentence (it's either ADHD thing or I'm just stupid haha)

#donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo x reader #donquixote family #Donquixote doflamingo fluff #doflamingo fluff #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fluff

[supergigabigboybabechad]

likes: Animals (cats and dogs especially seem to like me a lot more than the average person), gaming, anime, cooking, food, rock music, goth/punk/edgy/alternative/emo subculture, makeup and skincare (I like to feel pretty lmao), school, taking pictures

dislikes: bitter food, spicy food,school

hobbies: Acting (#1 hobby!), writing, ig I’ll put studying here since i was a honour student.

physical preferences: none

personality preferences: someone willing to protect me (I’ve been stared by creepy old men for 2 days in a row) and someone not too energetic and bubbly, anyone who is not Ace or Floyd, someone who can comfort me as I’m a generally anxious and insecure person

love languages: physical touch and quality time

extras: I’m an infj, would be in Diasomnia dorm, my personality would be I tend to come off as reserved, intimidating and cold due to my trust issues from being stabbed in the back by someone I trusted at first impressions but as I warm up to someone/they gain my trust I can be warm, caring, loyal, affectionate, and protective

Soooo i couldnt pick just one :( Too many ideas! I guess youre getting four charecters 😔 im not that indecisive though they are in order from who i feel would be less compatible to the most! For a big reveal vibe

4. Azul Ashengrotto

Youre giving him the cold shoulder? He doesnt gaf..

An honors student an actor and a beauty, hes so intrigued!

His intentions are likely less than pure but anyone with one working eye can see that

“Let’s make a deal!” Hes probably offering you fame for your acting but we both know youre not falling for that.

The more you ignore him the more hell bother you it becomes some form of personal challenge for him

Hes upping the charm and throwing in all the bells and whistles this isnt about his contract anymore its about his ability as a business man!

Eventually youll tell him to knock it off and that you know you cant trust him

Hell feign hurt but beep down you just charmed him.

So strong and so smart he already knew he wanted you in his corner but now he finds himself wanting you more.

As a buisness man azul is good at reading people, it comes with the territory so he knows how you see him and hes determined to change it

Hed follow you around trying to market himself as an outgoing and upstanding person did you drop something? Hes got it, dont stress! Need notes? Come to him! Free of charge!

It doesnt work.. that is until he finds you in an insecure state or anxious state.

Maybe its before your first role in twisted wonderland where you dont know anyone.

Its so prestigious here! Anyone would be nervous.

He takes this opportunity to comfort you. Once you tell him about your insecurity and anxiety he immediately knows what to say

In that moment you dont see him as some capitalist. For the first time you see him vulnerable, you see him on a level where you can relate to him

You can feel in his voice and the way he speaks to comfort you that hes felt it too, he knows what its like

Even you know being vulnerable isnt something azul does willy nilly so it gets you thinking, maybe you can trust him.

While talking to him you might name drop or tell him about your experience with creeps

Hell protect you but hell definetly hide it from you he doesnt want you seeing his ugly side

Hell be keeping an eye on you and if anyone oversteps in anyway hell be after them

Hes a powerful man, he could send the twins after them or if theyre really hurting you he’ll bring them in for a “word”

As for comforting you, he always knows what to say but hell also have episodes

Sometimes hell wonder how he landed you, so beautiful, smart and talented what if you wake up one day and realize youre too good for him?

Youre going to have to do some comforting too, hold him and tell him you love him, its all hell need.

Azul would be scared to touch you first, hes a gentleman! He cant just grab you! No matter how badly he wants to, he doesnt know how to go about reaching for your hand

Youve gotta make the first move, walking side by side notice how his fingers twitch towards your hand, go for it! Hold his hand!

Hell be shocked, bamboozled, pushing his glasses up and trying to hide his blush but you can still see a light pink on his ears.

From now on whenever he holds your hands hell take his gloves off before intertwining your fingers

His probably still to shy to go forward but if you grab him for a hug hell be sooo happy

He doesnt have much time to spen with you but hell always welcome you to sit beside hin while hes working, hell let you on his lap too if you want but youll have to ask and go through a but of his awkward aftershock

When he does time off hell spend it with you. Hell spare no expense! Spoiling you with fancy dinners and gifts

He works so hard though hell need a break, lie together and hold him or just watching anime together will help him let off steam.

3. Malleus Draconia

Malleus is a really toned down guy who’s willing to go with the flow he wont be too much for you to handle

Upon meeting you and being faced with your colder aura, cant say he’s really phased. With silver coming off in a similar way you wont deter him.

His generally frightening and strong air might not leave you wanting to open up but he probs wont notice and come back to you anyways

Coming back to you over and over again he’ll get more and more friendly. The imposing air around him starts to clear and you start seeing him as sort of an oddball

Hes so intimidating yet so tame maybe you can trust him?

Hes lonely. He doesnt realize it but he is so hes always coming to you he wants to spend all his free time with you just to have you there so he wont be lonely. This feeling is so foreign to him but its like a weight has been lifted from his chest

Itll make him even happier if youre the one initiating quality time. It makes him feel like hes wanted

Physical touch too!

He could be lost in thought worried about you one day finding yourself afraid of him only to be met with you holding him having all his worries vanish

Showing you being vulnerable around him is the highest amount of trust he feels he could have gained

Sleeping with him hell probably hold you while hes still awake thinking about the difference between when you first met and now

You were so closed off, you’d hardly ever respond to him but now look, he always has you by his side, your so warm and kind to him, you trust him enough to be completely helpless around him leaving him to protect you in your vulnerable state.

Speaking of protecting, walking with malleus no one will dare look at you funny let alone disrespect you

God forbid anyone harass you, youll need to phone lilia to calm him down

After that though hell turn his attention back to you and make sure youre alright. Hell insist on carrying you even if you swear you’re fine “Humans are fragile we cant be too careful”

Honestly 1) he just wants to hold you and 2) he knows about your anxiety and needs to make sure you’re okay you could say hes doing it more for his peace of mind than his for yours

Having anxiety or just feeling really insecure? Hell cancel everything hell make someone else do it if he has to

Hes overly cautious of you because your human

Hell hold you on his lap and let you talk if thats what you need otherwise hell just hold you close to your chest and let you breathe, drawing circles in your back, humming and playing with your hair he wants you to focus on him, you and him are all that matter right now and your all that matter to him.

He really appreciates that you can cook, he wants you to cook for him so you can yk, save him!

“Im sorry lilia but Haru has already prepared a meal for me”

Hes scared of change. Taking pictures will eaze him. Take pictures with him and let him have a few and youll find that hes placed them on a board near his bed.

Hell but his favorite in a locket that hell keep with him all the time. He doesnt want to think about a time where hes without you but he knows it will have to come.

Taking all these pictures is so important to him. He needs these traces of you for when youre gone

Acting!! Hell come to all your shows and be so proud! “That’s my Haru, a star aren’t they lilia?”

Hed be so dazed by you hell probably miss the entire play except for the parts youre in.

2. Vil Schönheit (ig were sharing😒)

Vil gives off the same vibes as you at first

Hes cold and hardened on the outside but he cares deep down and that becomes more evident as you get to know him

Vil might not pay much attention at first, hes too busy and the could and distant air around you detrers him a bit, he doesnt see anything he can improve your already beautiful so he leaves you alone

That is until he sees you onstage one day.

As part of film club and an actor himself seeing you on stage, your acting and presence are amazing

Film acting is what vil does most and as a professional knows how different it is from the stage.

He cant help but be impressed in your performance and from then on you just seemed to sort of stand out to him

Hell start noticing things, how smart you are how caring and soft to your close friends you are. How beautiful you manage to be with so little effort

Wait- youre so kind to your friends what is it that they have that he doesn’t? Shouldnt you be charmed by him?

Well either way he comes to talk to you about your performance and how he thinks youd make an amazing addition to film club!

Vil would love to act with you! He does film acting most of the time so hell teach you about that and you can show him a thing or two about stage acting!

Hell love your writing, hell encourage you to publish or even to be a play write!

Maybe you should even start a production company together

He believes in you and wants to star with you and is willing to support you all the way

As a celebrity, vil values his privacy, dating is hard with your insecurities he understands if yoh dont want him to announce your relationship and will do his best to keep it private

On the other hand he has no issue going punlic with your relationship. He knows that people online can be cruel and hell do whatever he can to keep that from you

If youre feeling insecure, he cant have that, WAKE UP!

Youre dating THE Vil Schönheit not only is he beautiful but hes also selective! Hello??? Youre absolutely gorgeous and he wont have you feeling otherwise

Hell hold you, tell you your beautiful and if it helps you, hell give you a self care day together

Face masks painting your nails and doing hair!

Also if you wanna do more makeup all you have to do is ask! Vil will most definitely help you out

Hes well versed! Whatever style you like! (My personal fav is douyin!)

With an eye for style, if youre not too sure on what you want im sure hes already cooked up the perfect look for you

SKINCARE VIL IS SO HAPPY hell sing your praises and go off about how happy he is that someone values their skin as they should!

Hell give you personalized products too!

A photographer x model trope too? SO CUTE(me projecting my want for a photographer partner) BUT LIKE IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE THOUGH⁉️⁉️

Vil sewing makes so much sense and after hes finished with a project hell wanna model it for magicam!

Taking photos on his own is fine but we know vil, he wants spectacular!

He trusts your artistic vision and would love having you take his photo hell come out looking beautiful and he sees it as the outcome of your combined efforts

Vil is so protective he would not let anyone harass you!

In that moment he doesnt care about his name all he carrs for is your safety and well being.

Online or in person he wont hesitate to go all in on them protectively putting himself in between you and your harasser

Quality time would definitely come in your selfcare routines together and picking outfits!

Hes pulling all the stops picking your outfits finding your color-palette

So obviously his gonna spoil you with all this makeup skin care and clothing hell have you feeling absolutely gorgeous like you’re the only person he sees!

Youre so beautiful he cant help but want to accentuate that

1. Deuce Spade

Upon first meeting you his a little intimidated by how closed off you are, but he cant help but admire you!

An honors student whos so straight and narrow! Hes gonna try to befriend you right away! Youre the exact type of person he needs to surround himself more with

Deuce is a good boy so im sure youll find yourself opening yourself up to him more and more

Once you let him in on your trust issues he feels a twinge of guilt, youve been nothing but upfront and honest to him and hes been hiding a secret since youve first met! Would you still think of him the same if you knew???

He wouldnt be able to hide it very well and upon asking him whats wrong he blurts out his past and starts apologizing for not telling you sooner

He says he understands if you would like your distance and that he shouldnt have hid something so big from you

After letting him know that youre fine with it and it wasnt that big of a deal hell be so overcome with joy!

Youre so loyal! So kind! Hes so relieved he grabs your hand to enthusiastically thank you without thinking

Before he realizes what hes done he gets a look at how cute your shocked face looks and he immediately apologizes backing away and going back to sitting awkwardly

From that day he’d be noticeably more awkward around you but who could blame him? Your so sweet!

Deuce games a bit himself, he loves you so much introduce him to the games you play the most and hell pick them up just to spend time with you

His mom raised him right so hell plan dates for you and take a lot of initiative to make sure he’s treating you with all the love you deserve

He wont touch you without permission. He knows better! Hell either have to work up the courage to hold your hand or your just gonna have to go in

He gets really worked up at times and forgets though

After his win in a track meet hell celebrate and right to you and lift you up in his arms without thinking.

Hell apologize after but as time goes on hell get more comfortable, he just wants to make sure he’s doing things right

Hell do the same after a play! You did such a great job and you look so beautiful in your costume he rushes over to tell you how amazing you were and give you flowers

Hell bring his mom to see you act too shell love you, how could she not!

Deuce is very capable in protecting you and most definitely will, i dont think i need to explain that one

The first time he does though its just like he snaps, hes so mad, more mad than youve ever seen him

After whats done is done hell apologize for acting without your permission and say things like “Im sorry, you shouldnt have seen that!”

On his hands and knees bro dont leave him!

The next time something happens hell tell you to leave because he doesnt want you seeing but he cant just let them get away with creeping on you!

Deuce might not have a way with words but he tries, so when youre feeling down about yourself or anxious hell take you for a ride

It makes sense that hed only have one helmet so assuming that you dont have one hell insist you wear his along with his hacket so you do t get hurt and make you promise to hold on tight to him

Hell take you to his secret spot and sot you down and let you let it all out “Im sorry, I didnt know what to say so i just thought id help you run away for a bit” hell listen to you for sure

Hes a bit of a romantic so i see him smiling as he watches you get ready in the morning, watching you put on mascara as he makes the eyes at you

If you turn to face him hell look away though that wont change

He loves how gentle you are sometimes it makes him feel that youre delicate, like if hes too rough hell break you and you might run away

Hes so sweet if you give him pictures you take of him hell buy a book to keep them in and label each one

Hell ask for advice studying too! Youre so smart, honors isnt easy to get in any way, dont forget that

With you in his life he really feels like hes becoming better, like someone his mom can be proud of and someone worthier of you each day that passes

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I just wrote a bunch in the notes app and ordered them in what i thought was the cutest order, lemme know which one you liked the best too! Hope you like it❤️

#malleus draconia x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #malleus x reader #malleus draconia #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #vil x reader #twst matchups #twst matchup #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland matchup #deuce spade #deuce x reader #deuce spade x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

[apompkwrites]

I had a little idea for little!shroud who is like Seele Volleri, fron honkai impact.

I want to kind of go in depth here, so there'll be a few spoilers for Seele's backstory (and also TWST- The Shrouds specifically).

Context: Seele is a kind and sweet girl who uses her strength to help others. She has an alter ego, who is referred to as 'Dark Seele, "Other me" or just "Seele." The fandom usually calls her Veliona though (I think it's because in one of her skills where she switches in with Veliona, it's described as "Velionas wrath). Veliona is the opposite of Seele: she is rude, violent and doesn't hesitate to get what she wants. She does care for Seele though. When she was young, Seele met Bronya Zaychik in a orphanage, who was brought in by a women named Cocolia, who runs the orphanage. Seele and Bronya are extremely close, but one day Bronya is chosen to take part in an experiment called the "X-10 experiment". The experiment has a low chance of success and Seele finds out about it, deciding to take Bronyas place. When trying to convince Cocolia, Seele reveals she has something called the "Stigmata of Death." Basically, she inherited powers from the previous Herrscher of Death. This stigmata is Veliona. Due to the experiment failing, Seeles physical form collapses and she is sent to a place called "The Sea of Quanta". I'm not sure how to properly explain, but it's like a world in between bubbles universes (or alternate universes). Bronya tries to bring her back but can't, so she instead promises to save her one day.

So, my idea is that Seele!Shroud was found and adopted by the Shrouds due to their connection to the power of death. Maybe they'll also own an orphanage here, I'm not sure. There's a point in the story where Seele is kidnapped and then saved by Bronya. She sees Veliona here for the first time I think. I'm gonna change it so that it's when Ortho dies (So instead of getting kidnapped, it's when Ortho died and Veliona appears to save them I guess.) The Shrouds misunderstand and believe Seele!Shroud killed Ortho, which makes them more willing to use them in the X-10 experiment. The events go as they do usually in HI3, so Seele!Shroud is now in the TWST equivalent on the Sea of Quanta.

Seele and Veliona are my favourite ever, next to Elysia, i love them so much i pray nothing bad happens to them in the recent chapter. Btw, theres a theory Seele might be the current Herrscher of Death, heavily supported by the fact she has a stigmata of the previous HoDeath who has control over life and death, so connection to Idia or smth ig.

-🦋 anon (i didnt read over this so theres probably some errors, oops)

oooh more honkai black sheep :OO

shroud can never catch a break can they?

i can imagine idia doing whatever it takes to bring seele!shroud back :(( big brother to the rescue (even if he could have prevented it had he stood up for them).

#a pompk answers #black sheep #a 🦋anon's rambles

[acosmicblizzard]

Romantic ghost manor au Victor headcanons

For base info on this au go here!

Warnings: Mentions of the mafia ig? it's only like one sentence though. Other then that nothing else.

Story type: Fluff, Au

Pairings/Characters: Victor Grantz - “Postman” x Gender neutral Reader

(Sighh the writers block be coming back folks, possible ooc)

Victor revealed himself to you surprisingly relatively early, however you didn't have a friendship with the postman till much later even if you tried interacting with him commonly. He never vanished on you but never put much effort into getting to know you either, mostly just listening to you talk while rarely writing anything on notebook paper or through letters in response unless you asked for his input.

However, if you start using letters as a way to communicate with him he'll start to bond with you more. Through life he's generally had social anxiety despite wanting to bond with others, and that whole thing with the mafia didn't make it any better. So communication through letters and papers passed to one another when you walk past each other became a normal thing. Almost everyone else thought you two were keeping a secret, but in reality it was just the form of communication Victor was more comfortable with.

Very veryyy touch adverse at first, you aren't allowed to even poke him until he trusts you. But he's basically like a puppy once you do gain his trust. He absolutely adores any sort of hugs, hand holding, anything that allows him to have some sort of physical contact with you even if it does make him slightly blushy.

Oh yeah i forgot to mention, Wick absolutely loves you. The more you care for Wick the more Victor falls in love with you. It makes him extremely happy that the person he loves also loves the things and beings he loves.

Once Victor realizes his feelings for you he'll start appearing less, but it's not like he's trying to avoid you! He's just extremely busy trying to make the perfect confession letter. If you were to see his room there would be paper balls all over the floor of scrapped letters. Wax seals on the standby just in case he finally feels a letter is good enough for you. Every now and then he pops in and out of his room but he mostly just stays in there. Eventually when he gets enough confidence he'll send wick to deliver the letter, the ghost dog happily running up towards you. You thank Wick and give her some pets as she happily barked at you. Fingers traced over the wax seal and soon broke it too open the letter, your eyes scanned over the contents of the letter and the curiosity of what was wrote soon turned to shock as you read... It was a confession letter. You continued reading it and once you finished and looked up from it you saw Victor standing there, bashfully looking away from your gaze with a awkward smile on his face.

You smiled and walked towards him, taking his hands into yours and holding them tight. Softly whispering "I love you too" to the postman. Victors face lit up with glee as the awkward smile he had earlier vanished. You couldn't exactly kiss him due to the stitches on his mouth but you could still peck his lips, so that's what you did. Giggling as his face lit up bright, embarrassed, he covers it.

As your relationship continues you can expect basically daily letters from victor. He also has started to teach you sign language so you two can communicate easier and not have too take so much time writing out what you two want to say constantly. Taking Wick out for walks has become the usual, well walks as in strolling around the large greenhouse because you know people would flip out if they saw you with a ghost human and dog. But you're happy like this, and you wouldn't trade it for anything.

#idv #identity v #idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv scenarios #identity v scenarios #idv imagines #identity v imagines #idv postman #identity v postman #idv postman x reader #identity v postman x reader #idv victor #idv victor grantz #identity v victor #identity v victor grantz #idv victor grantz x reader #idv victor x reader #identity v victor x reader

[devil-angel]

❄️ Welcome welcome

Call me Nero. Any pronouns will do but I prefer They/Them. I'm 23 physically, Astrally Idk. Time doesn't exist there.

Mdni. This is an adult page and I don't want kids here. Shoo.

This is a blog for Otherkinnity, astral talks and just generally talking about my soul family and experiences.

Born a demon, became a cybernetic angel by choice. Now I'm just vibing and socialising until my time is up. I use Nero from Devil may cry as a mask for ease of communication and comprehension. And I just think he's very gender tbh.

Soul family introduction under the read more

Disclaimer: these are already recorded beings who chose these masks and names for familiarity and ease of communication. I will not be revealing their true names on here ever.

Vergil:

My souls father, a demon who is obsessed with tea and katanas. Summons storms to break my Internet when he feels like it. Draconic in nature and energy. A poetry nerd of the most cringe kind <3

Lady in red

Also known as Hekate, she is... Tough but fair. My devotions to her are akin to priesthood I guess. She's the one who helped me find my family again.

Dante:

Twin brother of Vergil, hellhound in spirit and nature. Annoying as hell and my nemesis since I could form comprehensive thoughts <3. Love him though, best pranking partner one can have.

Nico:

My cousin through paternal bonds and twin through maternal ones. They're cool as fuck and everyone should follow their blog @burninghorizon immediately

Vitale:

My impulse control and common sense, someone give this poor man a break before he collapses from reeling me in.

My relationship with him? Shrugs. Figure it out Ig

#Spotify #Fictionkin #Demonkin #Angelkin #Cyborgkin

[thebinkinator-3000]

here is my story snippet haha i kind of hate it but oh well. maybe i'll like it more tomorrow but who knows. ive stared at this page too long today i think

In 1989 space flights became commerical. They were a huge success among the upper-class and became a regular vacation trip. In 1991 the first Mars colony was established, and by 1996 everyone who could afford to move there did. Then they went further into the stars.

In 1997 Earth was ravaged by aliens. It wasn't exactly an unprovoked attack, they didn't like humans poking around in space. After three months of hell, the humans on Mars decided to show a scrap of humanity and help the remaining Earthlings out. They destroyed the alien's ships, but were unaware of how many remained elsewhere on the planet. A reluctant treaty was formed from the human's need to survive and the alien's need for preservation. With the condition of Earth, adjustments needed to be made. They combined their science and technology and began experiementing. Humans and aliens alike were cross-bred, mutated, and even roboticized. After a decade of failures and causalites, they finally suceeded in a mutation without physical or mental side effects. The missing key had been a child. They were mutating beings too old, it had to be done young.

Click. Bzzz. The shuttle room was filled with cold air, accompanied by bright lights. Glen stood, the baked moss of his terrarium crunching under his feet. It was about two and a half months overdue for replacement, but he didn't care. It was good enough for him. He stepped over the short glass barrier of the terrarium and picked up his clothes off the floor. He donned them quickly and began walking to the next room whilst trying to tie his thick black hair back. After a minute of wrangling he finally suceeded and heated one of his few remaining food canisters. He crossed the shuttle room to a scrawny desk that looked as if it might topple if you looked at it wrong. Atop the desk sat piles of papers, machinery and metal scraps, and a big white computer monitor. There was a keyboard and mouse too, somewhere. He carelessly shoved aside the junk to reveal them, then turned on the computer. He sat in the equally scrawny chair in front of the desk and ate his food. The computer was an old model, late 1990s, and despite its numerous upgrades it still took about 10 minutes to turn on. Once it had finally booted up, the computer automatically opened a tab showing Glen all of the latest scumbags and criminals on the run. While the humans in space were attempting to establish a federation of somesort, bounty hunters thrived on backwater planets like Earth. "1,000 tok. Zirsk, Loth. . ." The computer began to list off several bounties and Glen listened half-heartedly, picking at the scraps of his meal. He listened on for about two minutes before one caught his interest, ". . .24 (custom). Maid equipped with Artificial Intellegence. . ." Before the computer even finished talking, a quick tap on the mouse revealed more information alongside a full body picture of the robot. It had a very unique build, largely decorative but it still had a full range of movement. That was a big design flaw in a lot of HS-class bots. The bot had a sleek, curvy body with pointed joint plates. The head was topped with a black visor-dome, under which were dainty lips painted a shimmery purple. He didn't like robots much, they made him uneasy, but they were one of the few beings capable of fighting and quick thinking without being trained. That made them fun to fight. He got the robot's last known coordinates from the computer and went to the cockpit. He flopped down in the pilot's seat, hit a few buttons, and he was off.

heres art of glen ig. i dont have much art of kyrie (the robot, its her nickname) on my phone atm so you get a kinda half-assed animation

@sundere1181

#glen is a placeholder name btw im the worst at naming my characters #and he is inspired by a character named glen #ocs #the binkening

[swansong-if]

Hiii! Can we get 18, 23 and 24 for Odile and Leir pls? 💕💕

What is one thing that they only let those closest to them see?

Leir: their vulnerability.

Odile: xyr hands.

What sort of routines, rituals or rules do they have or set for themselves?

Leir: any routine they might have wasn't chosen but rather imposed by their role; they're used to a strict schedule, but they don't necessarily enjoy that...

Odile: gardening 🤭 more to be revealed in the story but it's a Ritual(tm) to xem!

Is mental, physical, or emotional well-being more important to them?

Leir: if it's about themself, no form of well-being is essential lmao when it comes to others all of them but they'd probably be concerned about physical the most (because they feel like they're actually able to help with that one)!

Odile: for xemself, physical; as long as xe can walk xe's fine ig 😂 for others I think xe'd value emotional well-being the most.

#asks #sosolenoo #ss: ROs #HI SOSO😍🥺

[wendys84-blog]

The Social Ties That Bind Us

Social Media Connections

 Since we frequently socialize with and hear from people that are similar to us on social media, it significantly affects the enjoyment we receive from it. Homophily, which means "love of the same," is the term for this phenomena (McPherson et al., 2001). De Choudhury (2011) has demonstrated on Twitter that several forms of homophily are applicable to various user groups. For instance, regular users with about equal numbers of followers and followers have location and emotion homophily, meaning they typically react similarly and live and work close to one another. https://www.tumblr.com/wendys84-blog/743892134467436544/my-ig-connection?source=share

Risks of Homophily and Social Media

Along with the benefits of social media use researchers have also explored the risks and negative impact it has on users. Malak et al (2022) conducted a study that identified a correlation between collegiate mental health disorders and social media use. The main issue observed was in the obsessive use of social media. College students obsessed with these platforms exhibited heighted stress and were depressed. Students who specifically used the platform Facebook showed more of these negative effects. Data results revealed that the stressors were linked to peer pressure and having to share personal information on user profiles. Depression amongst this group was high as well because users felt a sense of hopelessness and feeling of disconnection. With homophily large groups with like minded thoughts can spread negativity and target other users. Some negative outcomes of this phenomena are cyberbullying, hate speech, and religious/political extremism.

Preventing Potential Risks

One psychological benefit to using social media is the boost it has on prosocial behaviors (when following accounts/profiles that spread positivity and are openminded). Prosocial behavior shows empathy, interacting with individuals and society in a healthy way, and social motivation (University of Texas at Austin, 2024). According to Bhadra and Kumar (2023) social media is a key role in nourishing prosocial behavior in users. Their research results exhibited that social media aided in the following: search for information, the development of individuality, goal setting, and social interaction. Their data shows that people are prone to act prosocial are more positive, have good mental balance, and are healthier physically. These positive effects of prosocial behavior due to social media use leads to longer life.

References

Bhadra, S. & Kumar, S. (2023, June). Impact of Social Media on Forming Individual’s Prosocial Behavior and Related Challenges among Youths in College. Indian Journal of Social Psychiatry, 39(2). Retrieved from

De Choudhury, M. (2011). Tie Formation on Twitter: Homophily and Structure of Egocentric Networks. SocialCom/PASSAT, 465–470.

Malak et al. (2022). Correlation between psychological factors, academic

performance and social media addiction: model-based testing. Behaviour & Information Technology, 41(8). Retrieved from

McPherson, M., Smith-Lovin, L., & Cook, J. M. (2001). Birds of a Feather: Homophily in Social Networks. Annual review of sociology, 27, 415–444.

#connecting #social media #homophily #prevention #risks

[tigerstrikesasteroidnetwork]

LA / Embody

Karolina Majewska Freeing, Bed (detail), Wax, cotton sheets, mattress, Dimensions variable, 2020-2022

Embody Oct 21 - Nov 12, 2023 Opening Reception: Saturday, Oct 21, 7-10 pm 

Tiger Strikes Asteroid Los Angeles is proud to present Embody, a three-person exhibition showcasing diverse approaches to relating to memories of the past in the present. The exhibition features a curated selection of works by Polish artists Patrycja Kurus-Rosłoniec, Karolina Lizurej, and Karolina Majewska Freeing. These artists create visual representations that articulate their individual statements, stories, and ideas, offering unique reflections on the past.

Karolina Majewska Freeing's works act as metaphors for the tumultuous events spanning 2020 to 2022, highlighting the vulnerability of the human form. She crafts intimate, flawed sculptural self-portraits that, in their fragmented and fragile state, evoke a sense of bodily violation. Simultaneously, the act of casting her own form provides Majewska Freeing with the opportunity for introspection and acceptance of her physical mortality.

Karolina Lizurej delves into the complex collective memory surrounding the Warsaw Uprising in German-occupied Warsaw—a period marked by both heroism and tragedy. Her work captures the duality of grand historical narratives and intimate personal stories. Lizurej employs the medium of embroidered drawings, drawing inspiration from vintage photographs. The forms within her compositions are in a state of perpetual flux, materializing only to dissolve again. These elusive shapes never fully reveal themselves, lingering instead in a blurred state, much like the ephemeral traces of memory.

Patrycja Kurus-Rosłoniec engages deeply with the indelible imprints that past events can leave on one's current reality. She explores the emotional landscape marked by anxiety and inertia, capturing the sense of helplessness and abandonment that can ensue. Through the lens of her own experiences, which she openly shares, Kurus-Rosłoniec shines a spotlight on the often-overlooked and concealed mental struggles that individuals may grapple with in society.

Patrycja Kurus-Rosłoniec is a graduate of the Faculty of Painting at the Warsaw Academy of Fine Arts (2015), where she studied under Professor Wojciech Cieśniewski. She also completed her studies at the Bernard Morando School of Fine Arts in Zamość. She currently resides and works in Warsaw.

Kurus-Rosłoniec's art serves as a ritual for taming anxiety and an attempt to transcend experiences associated with it. Her paintings depict the obstacles that stand in the way of overcoming unease: endless staircases, confinement within four walls, the inability to step outside one's comfort zone, and the lack of connection with others. Simultaneously, she seeks to uncover the hidden hope within these challenges. Patrycja Kurus-Rosłoniec has participated in numerous solo and group exhibitions in both Poland and Austria.

ig: p.kurus

Karolina Lizurej - D.F.A., is an alumna of the Academy of Fine Arts in Warsaw, where she earned degrees from both the Faculty of Painting (2014) and the Faculty of Conservation and Restoration of Works of Art (2018). She currently holds a position as an Assistant Professor in the Artistic Fabric Department at the same institution.

In her artistic oeuvre, Lizurej employs fabric as her canvas and thread as her pencil. Through meticulous hand-embroidered lines and traces, she constructs both form and space, weaving narratives of the past. Her work delves into themes of identity, exploring the roles that memory, history, tradition, and art play in shaping it. By utilizing embroidery, she invokes traditional feminine techniques, thereby accentuating the facets of femininity and the importance of feminist discourse in contemporary art narratives.

Karolina Lizurej has been honored with numerous awards and scholarships. Her work has been showcased in solo and group exhibitions both nationally and internationally, including in the Czech Republic, Slovakia, Lithuania, Hungary, Sweden, Ukraine, Serbia, Romania, and Indonesia.

ig: karolina_lizurej

Karolina Majewska Freeing is a Warsaw-based visual artist with an MFA in Photography, Video, and Related Media from the School of Visual Arts in New York (2017), as well as an MFA in Painting from the Warsaw Academy of Fine Arts (2014). Majewska Freeing's recent oeuvre delves into the organic fragility of the human form, with a focus on exploring themes of objectification and repression within the 'politics of the human body.'

Her installations incorporate natural elements like wax, wood, and clay to further emphasize the organic qualities she seeks to explore. Majewska Freeing's work has been exhibited across a range of international venues, including the United States, Germany, Italy, Lithuania, Austria, Cyprus, Switzerland, and her native Poland. She has also contributed to academic and artistic dialogues through her participation in conferences and talks, such as Manifesta 12; Rixc, Art and Science Festival, the Open Field Conference, among others.

ig: 1carol____

photos by Gemma Lopez

#embody #tigerstrikesasteroid #tiger strikes asteroid

[deadassdiaspore]

PETER SEWALLY

AUTHOR: CRESPO DIALLO

K.Diallo ☭

@nyeusi_waasi on IG

ORIGINAL TEXT IN ARABIC

Arts and Crazy Issue \\ Issue 25 From Africa to the New America: The body as a gateway to colonial control

Crepso Diallo

Kwame Toure, the pan-Africanist political activist, has always emphasized that the struggle against oppression and exploitation must include all classes of the oppressed and oppressed, including gays, trans people and transgender people who are considered marginalized groups based on their sexual position historically under the patriarchal capitalist authority. When he advocated justice for gays and trans people, Torey, a Caribbean-American (first a member of the Black Panther Party), did not start only from his own personal experience or a European Marxist background, but also expressed a natural tendency in African societies. Between the new capitalist world and the old colonies, the executioner is one.

Marie's story

Mary Jones (born Peter Siwalli), a black transgender woman and sex worker, lived in New York City in the 1830s and dedicated her life to defending blacks by taking money from rich whites and distributing it to the poor and needy. Born in New York City in 1803, Mary had a difficult childhood during an era of black physical and sexual abuse. Mary tried to enter the school but that was impossible due to segregation. Mary would sign an "X." Like an adult black person, she was forced to serve in the US Army but escaped and spent some time in New Orleans before returning to her hometown.

At that time, Mary was touched by the story of Pete and Dina, two teenage girls who were enslaved by a white feudal family. On November 17, 1793, they set fire to the homes of dozens of slave owners in Albany County, New York, in response to the mistreatment of blacks.

Mary was wearing women's clothes all the time, and she was attacked with insults and attacks because of her dress, color and gender identity, from here she realized that in New Orleans she was facing multiple forms of complex persecution at the same time, so she decided to return to New York to practice a kind of revenge through her sex work. In the daytime she wears a suit and works as a waitress and cook, and after sunset, she turns into a sex worker who hunts rich white people to steal from them and distributes money to the poor.

ALSUWD (BLACKS)

السود.

One day, a wealthy white man found out that his safe had been stolen, but he did not want to report the theft for fear of revealing that he was a white man having a sexual relationship with a black person, but his wife reported it to the police and it was revealed, and a police officer managed to catch Mary and arrest her. Upon inspection, it was discovered that Marie was transgender. At her trial on June 16, 1836, Mary was represented wearing a dress, wig, and white earrings. The public began making fun of her and directing the worst racist insults to her. One of them grabbed her body, and another pulled her wig. Then the judge asked her about her decision to wear the women's dress, and she replied, "This is my fate and my choice, and no one has anything to do with it." The judge sentenced her to five years in prison and banned her from wearing women's clothing.

Marie's trial attracted wide attention in the media, which led to the emergence of many sensational reports in the newspapers, but most of these reports focused on Marie's clothes and her female form, so her story became a commodity until her pictures spread and were offered for sale for many years. Mary Jones spent the rest of her life under the watchful eye of the police, reporters, and the general public. She was arrested several times and Al-Beidh continued to report her for refusing to abide by the court's decision not to wear women's clothing

Mary's experience reveals some important facts about the lives of black transgender women in the early nineteenth century under the colonial regime, especially in the cities and colonies of Europe and in North America. Mary's life is an example of the experiences of black transgender women and the severe criminalization they face because of their race, gender, and status at the bottom of the class scale. However, these facts raise important questions. Why did white people focus on black transgender women like Mary? And why was the figure (her dress) treated more as a crime than the theft case? The truth is that the systematic regulation of sexual and gender identities is at the heart of the exploitative, patriarchal capitalist colonization process.

Pre-colonial societies: freedom and pluralism

It is not true that African societies throughout history have always associated women with the work of preparing food and raising children, and the job of men was not always confined to fighting wars, and homophobia was not a deep-rooted phenomenon in Africa since ancient times. Studies that have reviewed the colonial era carefully show how colonialism destroyed the social structures and dynamics specific to each geographic region, and how, through a long history of demolition and marginalization, forces from abroad were able to impose their hegemony on the peoples of the continent in favor of heterosexuality.

(Heterosexuality on homosexuality))

Before the colonizer's takeover of Africa, many societies did not believe in fixed ideas that determined the role of an individual's gender in society, nor did those societies have any rules that determined whether a member of the tribe was 'natural'. The value of man in the cultures of ancient African societies was determined by the individual’s contribution to the common good of the tribe, and this had absolutely nothing to do with whether he was male or female or otherwise. for boys and that for girls.

In many African societies, there were no "gender" rules that men and women had to abide by in order to be considered "normal". Concepts of femininity and masculinity came with the European settler, and became a form of institutional violence associated with the idea of ​​white supremacy over the beliefs of the local population and the colonization of their bodies. Many tribes and societies in Africa esteemed homosexuals, as possessing a special endowment of nature, allowing them to see The world through the eyes of both sexes.

In pre-colonial East Africa, historians have documented cases of male priests such as the mugawe in Kenya, who wore women's clothing and practiced their sexuality freely. Historian "Donald William" spoke of a small group known as "ikihindu" living among the Hutu and Tutsi peoples in Burundi and Rwanda, in which men dressed like women, tended their homes, and exercised their sexual lives freely, and the king provided them with protection from the tyranny of colonial missions. missionary.

In Monomotapa, the African kingdom that stretched between the Zambezi and Limpopo rivers in southern Africa, a woman was allowed to marry another woman, and these marriages usually helped widows who refused to marry another man, return to their families, or move into the husband's family. dead. In this relationship, the widow can act as a husband and maintain the family's inheritance and lineage. Another man can fertilize the widow's wife, but he will not have the right in the newborn child. This meant that a woman had the right to have children without marrying a man.

The local African religions, unlike other religions, treated homosexuality as a natural treatment, and saw sexual transformation as an attempt to reach perfection. Therefore, some deities in African mythologies were born as men and transformed in a spiritual rebirth into women, and vice versa, believing that the combination of the two forces in One body whose goal is to reach perfection.

Stereotyping and discrimination characteristic of the colonizer

For centuries, the occupier has promoted its culture and beliefs through its social institutions. The aim was to build alienated societies subject to the colonizer, and to establish his culture permanently, and to impose it on the people of the land. Indeed, social institutions emerged that succeeded in erasing African culture to a large extent, albeit to varying degrees, through violence, forced assimilation, and marginalization. The colonizer’s culture attacked everything related to sexual pluralism, and imposed on the people of the land a way of life within the limits of what the colonizer decided on male and female, thanks to the transcendence of their religious institutions, which also put homosexuals in front of two options: either hide from view and hide. Their identity, or adopting the identity of the colonizer.

Thus, legal petitions pending in the courts of East and West Continent, relating to the criminalization of homosexuality, stemmed from the law passed by the British occupation in 1860, which criminalized homosexuality and placed it in the rank of "sexual acts that disturb the order of nature". Thus, the colonial legacies turned into scientific facts and postulates adopted by the usurped African societies, encouraging the contempt for any different hypotheses, and considering them as wrong and outdated cultural manifestations.

References: Colonialism and Homosexuality by Robert Aldrich African Sexuality by Sylvia Tamale

British Colonialism and the Criminalization of Homosexuality by Enzy Hahn and Joseph Umani

#BLACK TRANS IDENTITY #BLACK LIBERATION #GENDER STUDIES #COLONIAL STUDIES #SOLIDARITY #AFRICAN DIASPORA

[robo-milky]

I just think a stand user! Yuu or Jusenkyo! Yuu is neat- Has these been done yet?? Prolly but just an idea dump ig

For stand—

- imagine if Yuu rolls up with a punch ghost (or whatever stand they have— and whether if the people in TWST can see it is up to you) and beats up whoever picks on them.

- Since ghosts do exist in JJBA and can interact with stands as well, imagine stand user! Yuu inflicting actual pain upon the ghosts or even touching them (much to Grim’s surprise and Crowley’s)

- If the TWST cast can’t see stands, it’ll be one hell of an explanation from Yuu.

- *points at stand* “This is a stand, it’s spiritual manifestation of my soul and *sigh* no, it’s not magic— and yes, it’s there. You just can’t see it.”

- Ace: *taunts Yuu, proceeds to get punted by an invisible force*

- If the cast can see the stand, they’re in awe or scared/worried Yuu might “let it loose” somehow.

- It ain’t magic so Riddle can’t just off with Yuu’s head

- Azul would prolly be interested about these stands and inquire Yuu about them (totally not planning to get his hands on one)

- Wait til he finds out about Whitesnake and the Arrow

-Would the arrows even work on the TWST boys???

- Imagine Yuu does have an arrow with them and rEqUieM-

- Floyd attempts to squeeze the stand

- If Yuu had a buff stand like Star Plat/The World/Crazy Diamond, Jack and Epel would be super intrigued (especially if the user and stand shares NO similarity physically but if it’s the image of their soul/fighting spirit, that says something about Yuu).

- *Overblot happens* ゴゴゴ

- As any JJBA character should— of course Yuu would have some funky sense of style (unless they want to live a quiet life) and just poses

- “What are they doing?” “Let them have their moment.” *Yuu poses majestically while the others are concerned if Yuu broke their back*

- Vil would either be somewhat interested in Yuu’s fashion or completely turned away.

- If anyone questioned Unique Magic names, wait til they hear Yuu’s stand name— (assuming it’s the less normal sounding ones like Sex Pistols/Sticky Fingers/Little Feet/Red Hot Chili Pepper or even Ratt)

- Hamon User! Yuu :0

- Lilia spooks or messes with Hamon! Yuu just for fun jdjdjd-

Jusenkyo! Yuu

- Could be any cursed spring of your choosing

- Ace would prolly play around with Yuu’s curse and continuously splashes them with cold water before changing them back

- Others are prolly in awe too- Transforming without the use of magic or potions??

- Jack: I see you can transform as well. Yuu: Not because I want to.

- Not Azul lowkey wanting to employ you to be an attraction/sideshow at the Monstro Lounge

- If Yuu is cursed to be a small animal of some sort, they’d totally nail stealth missions— which makes a lot of tasks and eavesdropping so much easier (What are the chances of coming across hot water in the halls?)

- If Yuu is cursed to be something bigger or predatory, watch out for Rook. (Is it bad I can lowkey see him purposely dumping cold water on Yuu for the sake of “tag” to chase them in their cursed animal form?)

- Ranma! Yuu would be entertaining. Wouldn’t it be funny if Yuu appears as a boy at first during the sorting ceremony (regardless of OG gender) but flips the moment they touch cold/hot water. If originally identifies as a boy, Yuu would touch cold water accidentally. If originally a girl, Yuu’s priority is to get back to their original form by taking a shower, using a sink, or straight up boil water. For a non binary/gender neutral Ranma! Yuu, water just gets on them and they kinda shrug it off. Fate’s fate. (IF they don’t mind either bodies) (Please— The series is from the 80s so not everything will mesh well and ofc sex doesn’t equate to gender)

- For the crazier springs, imagine Yuu falls into Spring of the Drowned Dragon or smth— Malleus gets a new buddy

- Also optional if Yuu even reveals that they’re cursed in the first place

- Chapter 3 would NOT fly well if Yuu’s cursed form isn’t human or an aquatic/amphibian animal. Speaking of which— how would aquatic animals drown?? Like wrecked gills or smth???

- Bs excuse for chapter 3, it’s a sunny day out and the water is warm. End of story.

(I do have actual OCs for both borrowed from their respective fandoms but I guess I’m dragging them here now perhaps I’ll post them one day)

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[madrino1]

Yonko parallelism and what it may mean for Shanks.

Probably gonna be some Wano spoilers in this because I'm talking about Kaido a lot. So watch out for that ig.

So firstly I'm gonna establish what I mean by Yonko parallelism, because it might not be clear I don't know I came up with it on the spot basically. Its this idea I have that of the six characters who have at some point been Yonko in One Piece (this is including Luffy, he's been called the fifth Yonko so I'm counting him) each of them fit into pairs of parallel characters, specifically: Luffy and Blackbeard (this one's pretty easy), Whitebeard and Big Mom (both form pirate crews of their family but Whitebeard's is adopted and Big Mom's is biological, Whitebeard is a king and forgiving parent whereas Big Mom bullies Pudding and straight up kills Moscato, though she was basically unconscious due to a hunger craze, both were raised as orphans, both protected Fishman Island but Whitebeard was altruistic and Big Mom was not) and finally Shanks and Kaido are left over.

But don't misunderstand, I'm not just pairing them together as the leftovers. Let's look at a couple of pretty famous moments for each.

Kaido is a warmonger where Shanks is a peacemaker. There's some other stuff too-this keeps up a pattern of one good Yonko, one bad Yonko, Kaido's Fleet is dominated by animal human hybrids whereas Shanks (from what we have seen) only has standard humans on his crew, Kaido is the most physically monstrous Yonko whereas Shanks is the only completely normal human (I'm arguing Luffy is more physically monstrous because of gum body and especially Gear Four because normal people do not look like that), Kaido was an apprentice in the Rocks pirates where Shanks was an apprentice in the Roger pirates. There's a fair argument for these two being intentional parallels.

So, what does this mean for Shanks? He's arguably the most mysterious Yonko (only Blackbeard gives him any competition for the role), so there's a lot we could guess about him based off this, though Kaido's arc not being over (and particularly Kaido's backstory not being revealed yet) does limit me somewhat.

Well I'll start with Kaido's view of death, I.e that he seems to desire a glorious one (hence him talking about Whitebeard and Roger "doing it right" and also why he doesn't just hop into the water or eat another devil fruit if he wants to die) and specifically believes it "completes" someone. This could just tell us that Shanks doesn't want to die but that seems pretty basic, so let's consider some other options. Firstly, it could mean that Shanks glorifies the death Roger didn't choose- a peaceful, uneventful one to illness or age. Where pirates like Whitebeard Kaido or Roger crave an important death like Roger starting a new age of piracy at his execution or Whitebeard giving that wave of piracy a second wind with his final words, Shanks could want to die uneventfully, passing away surrounded by friends or some similar fate and just passing on his lands quietly. Admittedly that feels unlikely because of how it would distance Shanks from Roger, some let's look at another possibility that also links to another Kaido trait, warmonger. Shanks could be a pacifist, as much as a pirate can be at least. Where Kaido plans to start a worldwide war, Shanks plan may be the opposite, basically to stop war in every way possible. He did so at Marineford where he completely stopped the war and it may be what he did with the Five Elder Stars, encouraging them to quickly move to eliminate "a certain pirate", probably Blackbeard, so that there doesn't ends up being some massive war between Blackbeard and the government or another Yonko. Maybe even could cause conflict between Shanks and Luffy, because Luffy is very likely to be in a pretty big war at some point whether against Blackbeard or the World Government and he could have that might he clearly wants with Shanks about it.

Now a smaller theory is based off of Yamato's existence. Tbh its real simple, Kaido has a kid, maybe Shanks will too, create a dynamic of the Yonko pairs of no kids, one kid, bunch of kids (in fact works even better with the original idea of Blackbeard having two sisters, which would of course contrast Luffy's two brothers). In particular, maybe this kid will be Makino's baby, since that's been theorised to be Shanks' child.

Now for a weird one which I don't even think I really believe, maybe Shanks will be the weakest Yonko, at least by the end of the series once Luffy has reached his full power. This is based on that legendary quote a bit further up in the post, "In a one on one fight, always bet on Kaido". In contrast to this figure seemingly able to defeat any opponent, Shanks may end up being the weakest of the Yonko, though still not a weakling by any means. My main reason for bringing this up is actually a Sengoku quote, when the marines are learning the Yonko bounties and the red-haired pirates are described as "the most well balanced Yonko crew". This could suggest Shanks being a Yonko closer to his crewmates in power. Also in that scene, we learn that other than Blackbeard and Luffy (who I suspect may be receive bounty increases in the future), Shanks has the lowest Yonko bounty.

Finally, I'll wager a little guess at how Shanks treats his territories. Kaido is a tyrant, that one's simple and easy, so Shanks conversely could be far fairer to the people in his territories, not unlike how Whitebeard seemed to treat his own territories. We do get to see one of his territories in the Bartolomeo part of the Straw Hat grand fleet cover story and there doesn't seem to be anything to contradict this, place seems pretty nice, in fact one of the people in the first cover story is using a transponder snail, so maybe Shanks actually makes himself available to the people in his territories so he can better protect them.

Also, one last detail, this of course goes against the evil Shanks theory, which I am perfectly fine with because I do not like that theory.

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[oliviajdjarin]

Chapter 15: A Clan of Three

Warnings: really bad depression and mourning in the beginning, mentions of large amounts of death and violence, and injury.

Author’s Note: Almost to the end! I hope you enjoy! I also went a bit off canon for this one, so I hope that’s ok!

(Gif gotten from fuckyeahgrogu)

Your walk down in the sewers was….. indescribable.

You felt like the opposite of a ghost. You weren’t a soul roaming the sewers, you were just a body. Only the physical means of you survived this long, and the remaining piece of your soul was left behind with your Mandalorian.

So much so, that you didn’t even know where you were going. You presumed a way out was the end goal, but you didn’t even think about it. You stared at the floor for what felt like hours, sniffling and trying to find your breath.

You hadn’t felt like this before. Not even when Mando figured out who you were…. because he was there.

You didn’t care if he was bloodied, bruised, half dead, or had a physical ailment for the rest of his life that forced you and only you to carry him for the rest of your days….. you just wanted him here.

The kid seemed to be having the same feelings of numbness and shock that you did. His emotions were completely blocked from you and you could tell he didn’t want you to know what he was actually thinking. You couldn’t blame him, your walls reached their peak once more when you felt Mando squeeze your hand one final time.

How did you even get here? Weren’t you trained to always put the mission first? Why did all of your rational and strategic thoughts go out the window as soon as Mando ate with you the first time?

You wanted to go back in time and tell yourself to look at him for even a second longer. Ask him a stupid question one more time. Just one glimpse would tie you over enough to at least speak again.

“I uh… I made the IG promise to bring him,” Cara said at one point, but you didn’t even react.

You were grateful for her trying to lift you up when mere minutes ago she thought you were the reason everything went wrong, but it felt as if it wasn’t even worth it to hope that Mando was alive. Not when there was a chance he could be dead.

You thought about turning back one too many times, but you couldn’t betray Mando like that.

He asked for a warrior’s death… and he got one.

The child started acting funny and crying in your arms, and you tried to sooth him.

“It’s ok little guy,” you whispered into his ear, trying to keep your burning throat at bay. “We have to get out of here, ok?”

But it was no use. The kid wouldn’t stand still.

You almost let your frustration with him get the better of you, until you felt it.

The tiniest, faintest tingle crawling up your spine, causing your brain to echo danger throughout the rest of your body.

Something’s coming.

You spun around, eyes widening as you scanned your surroundings. Your eyes were wide and your heartbeat quickened.

You didn’t know if you had another fight in you.

Cara saw your quick movement and spun around as well, using her flashlight to illuminate the tunnel.

“What is it?” Karga asked, and you slowly but surely heard footsteps approaching.

You wiped your tear stained face and took your longspear from its holder on your back.

Mando wasn’t here. You had to take care of the child, and dying in a sewer underneath an Empire base wasn’t the way you wanted to go.

The form of IG-11 appeared through the faint shine of Cara’s light, and you expected to be disappointed.

You expected him to apologize for your loss and be on his way.

But, a limping form of shiny metal was right beside him, and you felt yourself enter your body once more.

The feeling was almost euphoric. If this was the only blessing the universe could give you in your whole life, you would be a damn happy woman.

Cara instantly ran to him to help him stay up, but your shock and joy only allowed your body to drop your longspear and stay frozen in place.

The child squealed slightly in your arms, and that was the noise that made it real.

This was real. He was here.

Not even a second after Cara helped prop him up did you run to his side, slightly slowing down once you got to him, and collide with his chest.

You felt the tears of pure joy start exiting your eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the small puff of air Mando released when your chests collided.

“Easy,” he chucked out, and you laughed into his armored neck, only squeezing tighter. He rubbed your back with his free arm as you sobbed happily into his neck, and the child tapped Mando’s chest slightly with happy giggles.

You finally pulled away to place your hand on the side of his visor, framing the helmet, and looked into his eyes.

You were stuck in an Emperial sewer, beaten and bruised, with virtually no way out in sight….

…but this wasn’t the last time you would look into his eyes, and that was enough.

“Sorry to.. break up the reunion… but we are kinda stuck,” Karga finally stated, and you let out a breathy laugh with Mando following with one as well.

You kissed his cheek, and then lifted his arm over your shoulders while your free arm reached around his back to help Cara move him down the hallways.

It felt good to finally help Mando up, after the many times he had helped you. Even in the horrible circumstances you were in, you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“Do you know which way to go?” Cara asked Mando, referring to the coverts he had lived in before.

“No, I don’t know these tunnels,” Mando admitted, the child still managing to giggle in your arms.

“If we follow the smell of sulfur, it will lead us to the lava river,” Karga said.

“The Imps will catch us before we make the ship,” Mando said, and you couldn’t help but agree.

“We need the Mandalorians to escort us to safety.”

You could tell Mando was using his helmet to search for tracks, and you could feel his body becoming stronger. So much so, that he started standing and walking on his own.

You felt more relieved than you could even explain. Your “partner in crime” of sorts was back by your side, and it felt damn good.

The group was moving faster, until Mando stopped abruptly after turning down a corridor.

A huge pile of Mandalorian armor and helmets was laying on the floor in front of Mando, and he dropped to his knees.

You knew what this meant…. the Empire had taken an entire covert of Mandalorians down. This was Mando’s family, and the Empire had plucked them off their list as if they were nothing.

“We should go,” Cara said, trying to be gentle for Mando’s sake.

“You go. Leave the ship. I can’t leave it this way,” he said, and the familiar pain in his voice was returning.

You bowed your head slightly, trying to show respect to the warriors in the little time you had to stay there. You had fought Mandalorians before, and they were some of the fiercest people you had ever met. They deserved better than this.

“Did you know about this?” Mando asked Karga, and you could hear the venom returning to his voice.

“Is this the work of your bounty hunters?” Mando said, getting more into Karga’s face. The anger in Mando was strong and dangerous. If the group started fighting each other, there was no way any of you were making it out alive.

“It was not his fault,” a voice said from behind you, and a woman Mandalorian appeared from the shadows.

She was taller, but lean and built. She looked strong and tough, but you could feel her mourning as well.

“We knew what would could happen if we left this place. The Imperials arrived shortly thereafter,” she said, referring to when the covert revealed themselves to save Mando.

He had very briefly explained how he got the kid off of this planet before, but you didn’t realize an entire covert of Mandalorians revealed themselves. You were surprised the Empire didn’t wipe them out sooner.

“Did any survive?” he asked the woman.

“I hope so. Some may have escaped off world,” she responded.

Mando took a moment to think, before looking up at her and saying, “come with us.”

“No,” she said instantly. “I will not abandon this place until I have salvaged what remains.”

She began to gather up pieces of armor from the pile and holding them above large blue flames.

“Show me whose safety deemed such destruction,” she asked, and everyone turned to the child in your arms.

“This is the one,” Mando said, gesturing to the now sleeping child.

You tried to keep your face neutral, looking down at the child, but all the eyes on him scared you. This woman was in deep grief, you could feel it, and that made people react in very rash ways. If she felt that Mando was at fault for the pain she had….

“This is the one that you hunted, then saved?” she asked, and the confusion in her voice was slightly comical.

“Yes,” Mando responded. “The one that saved me as well.”

“It looks helpless,” she said.

“It is injured, but not helpless,” Mando responded. “We think he has the powers of a Jedi.”

“Ah, yes, Jedi,” the woman responded, and your heart tightened with fear. If she knew about Jedi, then she had to know what you once were.

“The songs of eons past tell of battles between Mandalore the Great and the Jedi.”

“Are they an enemy to us?” Mando asked cautiously, and you could feel the protective emotions he felt towards his creed and his people.

“No,” she said. “Its kind were enemies, but this individual is not.”

She looked at the child once more. “It is a foundling. By Creed, it is in your care.”

Mando tightened, as did you.

“You have no choice. You must reunite it with its own kind.”

“Where,” Mando asked.

“This you must determine.”

“You expect me to search the galaxy for the home of this creature and deliver it to enemy sorcerers?” he asked, and you couldn’t help the faint grin on your face at his bluntness.

“Until that time, or it comes of age, it is in your care,” the woman said.

“You are as it’s father,” she said, and your eyes widened.

Mando was a father?

If Mando was the kid’s father….. what does that make you?

“And you,” the woman says, looking at you straight on. Your head popped up to meet her gaze, trying to hide the timidity and wonder in your eyes.

“You have helped?” she asks, and you glance at Mando with your eyes for less than a second before meeting the woman’s gaze again.

“Yes,” he responded for you, registering that you were asking for his help. Normally, you didn’t like when people talked for you, but this was Mando’s department, and you didn’t want to speak incorrectly for him.

“She keeps the child safe, same as I do,” Mando says, looking at the woman with confidence.

You grin slightly, looking at the child once more.

“Well then… if you so choose… you are a clan of three,” the woman says, and your eyes snap back to Mando, who is already looking at you.

You had heard about the Mandalorian clans. They treated each other like family, and fought till the death for each other. It had been something you had never had before, but if you were going to do it with anyone, it would be with Mando.

This thought boosted your confidence, and you gave Mando a slight nod of your head, showing that you want this. You want him.

Mando nods back, and says, “Yes. If that is possible.”

You feel the blush creep up your face, and even if you were in a dark and shadowy room, everyone could see it.

You were in his clan. His family. You wanted to jump for joy and squeeze into Mando’s arms once more.

“You have earned your signet,” the woman said, affixing the mudhorn signet to Mando’s right arm.

“You are a clan of three.”

You felt the happy tears creep up again, but you blinked them away. Trying not to ruin the moment.

“Thank you,” Mando stated. “I will wear this with honor.”

You were convinced you had never been happier. The day started with Kuiil dying, fighting for your life, and Mando almost dying, but you made it through. You made it to right here.

You bowed slightly to the woman.

“Thank you,” you said. “I am honored.”

“The honor is mine,” she says to you.

You smiled up at her, enjoying the butterflies in your tummy and the happiness in your eyes.

You had everything you ever wanted… now, you just needed to get out.

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