#pre transition i felt lost

[wis-art]

wiki was an angel

#lucy #wiki #angel #my art #art #lesbian #she transed from weird genderless ring creature to a woman #just kinda like how i feel #pre transition i felt lost #now i am a woman #i wish i could have a magic angel power to have the exact body i want #but i like how i look regardless

[moon-alight]

HAPPY NEW YEAR AND WELCOME BACK 🎉

i was wondering if you could write for &team, like how they would act through the childhood friends to lovers situation? like, how would they feel through the whole transition?

HAPPY LATE NEW YEAR! 😘

General Masterlist &Team Masterlist

&Team falling in love with their childhood best friend

Warnings: fluff, slight miscommunication, confused feelings, gender neutral reader

Word Count: 2227 (I went a little far lol)

-K

-He had known you since you guys went to pre-school together and never strayed away from each others side for too long

-He enjoyed knowing he always had somebody he could talk to when he needed it and he would always be there for you

-But he realized that after debuting with &Team (which you were really supportive of) he began to see you in a different light

-Being an idol was hard and took a lot of time from him which he would usually spend with you. He started to miss you

-Of course, he thought it was just normal to miss someone he was so close to but was it normal that his heart began to race whenever a thought about you crossed his mind? Or that whenever he heard your voice his cheeks would glow softly?

-So, he realized he liked you more than just friends after pining for months and avoiding his own feelings.

-He decided not to tell you too afraid to be rejected. He kept hoping that maybe he was wrong and that he just enjoyed your company

-Honestly, he had to gather courage from everywhere to finally tell you how he felt about you

-Once he did (and you felt the same) he was soo relieved and kind of beated himself up because he didn't tell you sooner

-Fuma

-He had always loved you, yes, but in a way only friends did.

-Fuma never thought there would ever be more between you two than the everlasting friendship which developed in primary school.

-But, of course, he was wrong and realized this when he started to get jealous every time you talked about a guy you fancied

-At first he thought he was just afraid you'd give up your friendship if you got in a relationship but when this feeling wouldn't leave even though you remained a healthy friendship, he knew something else was up.

-It was clear in the way he began to avoid you instead of taking every oportunity to spend time with you like he usually did.

-He hated himself for hurting you but he couldn't stand the fact that you'd talk about other guys the way he wished you'd talk about him.

-You thought he was angry at something you did or didn't want to be friends anymore.

-Unfortunately when your heart got broken by an idiot, you didn't have anywhere else to go but Fuma and his heart broke alongside yours when he saw the tears in your eyes.

-Immediately craddled you in his arms and apologized over and over again as he hastily explained that he was afraid

-He promised you to never avoid you again and talk things out which eventually led to a nice sweet confession :)

-Nicholas

-This man knew how he felt about you when he realized how much your touch stressed him out

-He was continuesly feeling his heart speed up whenever your finger accidentally brushed against his or when your shoulder bumped on his. He was lost.

-Never did he think he would feel so strongly about the person he grew up with since he was six but here he is.

-Decided to test the waters and began to flirt with you subtly to see if you'd respond but you're bloody oblivious so that didn't work.

-He became bolder when he noticed your cheeks heating up after he had let a sweet compliment fall from his lips.

-His teasing became braver, his attitude changed for the better and whenever he could help you with something he would just to be close to you and hopefully pull that same reaction out of you.

-And it worked every time.

-He was very confident when he confessed since he had seen the way you reacted to his flirting and God was he happy when you said 'yes'.

-This relationship was awkward at first, he wasn't sure if the change would be good but it proved to be very similar to your friendship.

-Just more kissing and cuddling and ykkk

-So, he relaxed about a month in and never looked back lol

-EJ

-Being bff's since ya'll were ten years old meant sharing secrets, rumours and just general tea with one another whenever you both had time to do so

-When he became the leader of &Team, you began to help him whenever you could to make it all easier for him which he appreciated

-But whenever you were together you never really got anything done

-EJ was too distracted to be able to work on &Team stuff because whatever you did was just so admirable

-You treated the boys with kindness, you made sure to organize everything, your hair always seemed to fall perfectly even though it was windy outside and your outfits always rocked--

-He was clueless why he couldn't keep his eyes off of you until Nicholas teased him by saying that he liked you

-AND HE DID

-The realization hit him like a damn truck and from that moment onward every interaction between you two was awkward as hell

-He didn't mean to make it so awkward but he had no clue what he was supposed to do

-When you decided to stay away from him for a while because you couldn't understand what changed between you two, he showed up at your door in the middle of the night scrambling to get any words out of his mouth

-When he finally confessed, apologized and decided to wear his heart on his sleeve you understood his reason for being so weird suddenly

-He promised to do better from now on, haha!

-Yuma

-This man is competetive, alright, he likes to win and when he doesn't he can get a bit grumpy

-However with you he always seemed to lose with such sportmanship that everyone else called him a lovesick puppy

-Which was a joke of course

-Until it wasn't

-He didn't know when the change happened or what caused it but he did notice how much more mature you began to look and how much smoother you began to move

-Yuma could never keep his eyes off of you and it began to bother him because you were his best friend since you were 8, he couldn't possibly like you -- that was against the rules

-But he did and it sucked especially when you guys were watching a movie together and you'd get tired so you rested your head on his shoulder which caused him to freeze up every time

-He tried to change his feelings and talk to other classmates of his or (after debut) he began to communicate more with his fans but nobody could make him feel the way you made him feel

-He hated it!

-It was his downfall when you wore a more revealing outfit and he instantly got a boner which he needed to hide

-So, he did what every loser in love would do and asked advice from Kei who spent an hour laughing at his situation before helping him

-And the only thing Kei said was 'tell them how you feel' and eventually he did which caught you off guard because you felt as though you were the one who needed to confess

-He was awkward at the beginning of the relationship but grew into it more the longer you dated

-Jo

-AWKWARD

-He hadn't been awkward around you since you were nine and finally grew accustumed to one another but his new discovered feelings for you set your friendship back instantly

-You weren't sure what had happened or why Jo seemed distant all of a sudden almost as though he didn't want you near him anymore.

-Asking him led to many stupid excuses which you knew where lies but he didn't have the heart to confess to you then and there

-Which eventually led to your friendship sinking just like the titanic did back in 1912. . .

-He felt so bad but there was truly nothing he could do -- at least he felt this way.

-He tried calling you because not being around you anymore made him so anxious, he didn't want to lose you

-Unfortunately you didn't pick up, telling him via text that you did not want to be lied to once more

-Jo eventually showed up at your house and quite literally fell to his knees to apologize for being so incredibly stupid

-You told him to stand up because there were probably people watching you guys

-He explained the situation while stuttering and trembling over his own words but got it out in the end

-You appreciated his honesty and hugged him the way you did before everything became awkward

-He actually didn't have much trouble stepping over to a relationship with you since he felt comfortable -- it was just confessing that was a mess for him

-Harua

-It was when he performed his debut showcase and you watched from the sidelines that the whole 'catching feelings' thing became obvious to him.

-He had just finished and ran off stage to you who was too excited for your own good so you kissed him on his cheek out of happiness

-When I tell you this guy malfunctioned at that very moment as though he was a robot who hit the water suddenly

-You began to congratulate the other members but he could only stare at you as you did, unable to move

-This happened many more times, just moments where he realized how amazing you were and how much he cared about you where he froze in place

-He started to drop very small hints every now and then like getting you your favorite sweets whenever you were feeling a bit off or he brushed your hair away from your face whenever he could just to touch you

-He needed to be closer to you and unlike some other boys, he did his best to spend more time with you and found excuses just to hug you

-You obviously started to notice this weird behavior so, one day, you asked him about it

-He didn't hide it at all and decided it would be best to just confess

-Harua wasn't necessarily confident as he told you how he felt but he wasn't very insecure either

-Ya'll probably had the easiest transition from friendship to relationship because he'd just crack jokes whenever things were a bit awkward which helped a lot.

-Taki

-He was chilling with his members when someone dropped your name in a casual conversation

-Taki started to listen closer and felt himself blush when he heard your name fall once more.

-It was Yuma who pointed out to him that he was red in the face which he played off to be just hot

-This wasn't the only time, however, because when you showed up unannounced, he felt himself get giddy suddenly

-There were many moments in which he should've realized how he felt but it was when you started talking about this person you were seeing and he got a bit jealous

-He started asking many questions about said person, just to know if they were worth chasing for you

-Whenever you ditched him to be with this person, he got incredibly angry and refused to speak to anyone

-When you finally questioned him after many texts from EJ about Taki's weird behavior, he caved and told you everything

-Hearing you laugh at the absurty of the situation drew a smile on his face as well which only proved further how much he liked you

-The beginning of the relationship was very new to the both of you

-You tried to find a rhythm which eventually you found and everything became easier

-Maki

-Oh, he knew exactly how he felt about you the way your scent made him smile subconciously and how whenever you spoke he'd listen with his undivided attention

-But that did not mean he accepted his own feelings. . . like at all

-Every time he reacted in a weird way because of you or things you did, he'd told himself to shut up and chill down. You were his best friend after all, he couldn't ruin it

-One day when you had received some bad news you hugged him which shouldn't have caught his breath the way it did

-He suddenly wasn't able to breathe anymore, your arms wrapped around him in a way that left him unable to get his lungs functioning

-When you pulled back he allowed air to enter his nose again but he did realize his feelings laid much deeper than he'd like to admit

-His heart stopped when he saw your tears because you were upset one day, he wanted to hug you, kiss you, tell you everything would be okay but he couldn't. . . ya'll were just friends

-He started to get frustrated, constantly hiding his feelings took a bit of a toll on him so when he deemed to find a good enough oportunity he confessed his feelings, letting out his thoughts and problems

-And of course you understood because hell, you weren't blind. You noticed the way your friendship changed over the past months

-The moment you said you liked him too, his lips were against yours and his arms were wrapped around you because finally he was able to do it without being creepy. :)

#&team #&team drabbles #&team scenarios #&team imagines #&team fluff #&team headcanons #&team k #&team nicholas #&team ej #&team fuma #&team yuma #&team jo #&team harua #&team taki #&team maki

[mysafehaneul]

Timestamp! Aquamarine Au!

Wonwoo x Reader

Part of this Series.

Angst, Hurt comfort, a child and a dog and some ice-cream.

TW: Mention of Chondrosarcoma.

12:31am:

You found yourself leaning against the kitchen counter, hands still gripping the smooth slab as you watched the water slowly dry in the sink. Your gaze was fixated on the droplets that fell and scattered; your fingertips still damp from washing your cup earlier.

The evening dress clung to your body, a reminder of the office event you had attended on behalf of your father. A wave of sadness washed over you, the ache in the lump of your throat intensifying as your eyes stung with unshed tears. Memories played in your head, and life didn't feel the same ever since you found out about

your father's diagnosis with Chondrosarcoma. The feeling of impending loss loomed over you, lurking in the corner, ready to impose itself on you at any moment.

It had been two days since you lost your appetite, preoccupied with your father's condition and the transition of the company's management. Meanwhile, Noel was away for the summer with Jeonghan and Victor and their son, and your daughter was about to start preschool. Everything seemed to be falling into place, yet the taste of the tea you had just drank still lingered on your tongue.

As you stood there lost in your thoughts, you felt sturdy yet careful footsteps approaching you. The familiar scent of his being, fresh from a pre-bed shower, reached you before his arms wrapped around your waist. His hot breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His lips left a tingling sensation as they moved to speak.

"Everything will be alright," he whispered, his voice a comforting reassurance in the midst of uncertainty.

You drew in a breath, feeling your chest constricted as your brows scrunched in distress. Despite your efforts to control your voice, it still came out tight. "My father is dying, Won. What could possibly become alright?"

"Y/N," Wonwoo stood straight, pulling you closer to his chest as his hand gently caressed the top of your head, your head now resting against his shoulder. "Don't say that. You know I talked with Doctor Jung, and he's hopeful that there is still a chance. If we go forward with the treatment, then he can…"

"I know that, but at what cost, Wonwoo?" Your voice shook, tears streaming down your face. "He's 70 years old, and he refuses it. He says he'd rather live out his days than lease them in exchange for pain. And I don't understand what's wrong with my mother that she's supporting him in this."

Your knees wobbled, but Wonwoo tightened his grip, carefully sitting down on the floor with his legs crossed and placing your shaking body on his lap. He pressed kisses on top of your head, then nuzzled his forehead against your back, his heart breaking at seeing you like this – his strong wife who always pushed through no matter what hurdles life threw at her.

"How can they be so selfish? Why didn't they think of me? Doesn't what I want matter?"

"Your points are valid, Y/N, and I know that," Wonwoo began, gently removing your hand from your face to look at you, providing reassurance. Mascara ran down your eyes, leaving a trace in its wake, and your lipstick was slightly smudged. The sight made him hate himself for being unable to take away your pain.

With downcast eyes, you spoke, your voice filled with childlike innocence that left no doubt that even though your daughter took after him, she inherited all her mannerisms from you. "But I need my father. I'll always need my father. I can't fathom the day where I pick up my phone and dial his number, and he won't be there to pick up after the second ring and tell me, 'Don't worry, I'll take care of it,' Wonwoo. I hate to think about it. Even a thought like that makes me feel like someone has taken the roof off my head and left me in a room surrounded by walls."

Wonwoo could feel a lump arising in his throat as well. He reached out to kiss your tears, but you moved your head and buried your face in the crook of his neck, circling your arms tightly around him. He shut his eyes and did the same.

"Why do I have to be the one always losing people around me? Why can't I–"

"Please don't finish that sentence, please, Y/N," his voice wobbled as he tightened his embrace.

You let your emotions take over, and the sobs soon turned into silent tears. During that time, your husband silently rocked you, rubbing your back and planting kisses periodically. You didn't know how long you both sat there, but the night had surely grown darker, and his hair was dry.

When his voice hushed, "There will be times when life makes us realize that our mortality is the ultimate and unescapable fact. Thus, it makes it necessary for us to live it while we can. Instead of crying, fighting, and complaining, I think you should spend time with your father and make the most out of it so that you don't have any regrets again about the things unsaid and the opportunity to make new memories with him and our kids."

You shook your head in understanding. "Okay."

"Okay."

You wiped your face with the back of your hand and moved away from his neck, his eyes trained on you with the same gaze as the night in London where he proposed to you.

"Since when did you become so philosophical?" you gave him a small smile.

Catching on to your attempt to lighten the mood, he said, "Just ever since I married this woman. You may know her very well. Or Maybe it's a girl-dad effect."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at his antics, a small smile gracing both of your lips. You leaned in and planted a kiss at the corner of his lips, pulling back as both of your foreheads rested against each other.

"Have faith, my love. Let's try and talk with him about the treatment together, hmm?"

"Hmm."

You took a breath as you were about to move off and go change your dress. The pitter-patter of small feet and four paws slowly rushed down the hall.

"You didn't put her to bed?" you asked, your eyes still closed. "I did," both of your heads still connected.

"Hush, Denny, you're making too much noise. You're gonna wake papa and mama up," the voice was now coming from the other side of the kitchen island as both of you were hidden from plain sight. "I am going to grab the chair and get the ice-cream, but don't bark, okay?"

"How is she going to move the chair?" you whispered to your husband.

"That's what I also want to know."

There was a little screech from the dragging on the floor, then a little huff resounded. "This is heavy," the cute voice concluded. There was silence for a few seconds when the patter against the floor resumed.

You both exchanged looks when Iris opened the pantry and brought out the kitchen step stool. With a look of triumph written across her face, she made her way to the other side of the kitchen where the fridge, as well as the two of you, were sitting, with Denny wagging his tail, giving the telltale sign that this was not the first time they were doing this and he was well aware of what was about to come.

"We wouldn't need this if Oppa were here," she said, looking at Denny, when you said, "Is that right?" making her startled and drop the tool. "Hello Iris, fancy seeing you here way past your bedtime."

Your daughter looked at you, then at her father, eyes widened. "Mama, Papa."

You raised your brows in acknowledgement, Wonwoo's failed suppressed chuckle slipping past. "What are you doing with that, baby girl?" he said.

She moved away from the tool and approached where both of you were sitting and said, "Papa, Denny woke me up and he wanted ice cream."

Wonwoo looked at you and then at Denny before amusing his daughter, "Is that right, Denny?" Denny, none the wiser, gave a bark.

"Well, if Denny wants it, then we can give it to him. You can go to bed."

"Noo," she yelped, then looked down and pouted. "So did I."

You and Wonwoo exchanged amused looks as he said, "Hmm, ice cream does sound like a good idea. What do you say, Mama?"

You couldn't help but chuckle as both of you got up. You wiped your face with the kitchen towel and reached out for the ice cream bowls.

When Iris asked, "What were you guys doing on the floor?"

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AN: I have an exam tomorrow but I am kinda sad, and can't take this scene out of my head, Its cringe might delete it later. I know I must focus on the cheol fic but ya know the same'ol writter's bloc. Wish me luck for my exam.

#svt #seventeen #svthub #svt x reader #svtsmut #svt angst #svt fic #svt timestamp #aquamarine #svt imagine #wonwoo the cutie jeon #wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo angst #wonwooxreader #wonwoo oneshot #gul writes #jeon wonwoo #jeon wonwoo arrange marriage au #kpop smut #seventeen fanfic #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #svt smut #kpop fanfic #seventeen fic

[seireitonin]

Some Jane hcs?

🖤Yes :3 luv her 🖤 (will be going off Jane R, the canon one not Jane A. I love the lesbian representation Jane R is! :) Also some of these are gonna be canon)

Jane was a woman with a normal life

The two suburban parents, normal school life, normal love life

Just normal and happy

Her and Mary met in high school

Mary was a cheerleader and Jane being her best friend at the time watched and supported her

Jane didn’t realize she was a lesbian till she saw Mary with a boyfriend in high school and got extremely jealous and didn’t understand why

And Jane never liked a boy before but she knew she felt something for Mary

When Mary and her boyfriend broke up Jane and her cuddled as Jane comforted her and they shared their first kiss

They stayed together ever since then

Even though it was the 90s/ 2000s when they started dating most people accepted them

Jane’s parents included

They got married as soon as they were able to

Jane’s normal life continued with Mary until her parents were killed by an at the time 19 year old Jeff

Jane was absolutely devastated and wracked with grief

She stayed in bed not moving for months

Some days she just cried and screamed and nothing else

She also got paranoid

What if he tried to hurt Mary next?

How could Jane let that happen?

She couldn’t

So she did research on Jeff like crazy

It was really unhealthy

Also took self defense classes and made Mary take some too

But with all Jane read about this guy, she knew that still wouldn’t be enough

She wanted to avenge her parents, the police were useless in helping

She wanted to protect Mary, Jane can’t bare to loose the love of her life

So what’s the answer to those problems?

Take a risky government observed and produced experimental drug called Liquid Hate of course!

She went into the facility blank faced, telling them they could experiment on her

Inject her with as much as they needed

Make her stronger and she would do anything for them

She was willing to throw away her old life completely for revenge

Jane didn’t care. In her mind any chance she had at a “normal life” died with her parents

She would be too afraid, too full of grief and pain and paranoia to live a normal life and move on

So she would become a weapon to protect the one person that matters to her. Mary.

It’s all she could do

And that’s exactly what happened

Her transformation was slow and painful

Pre transition she had dark hazel eyes and really dark brown hair

Now she has all black eyes and lips, pale skin and black hair

When she was injected with it it’s like all her anger came out full force for 2 minutes and she lost all control of herself

She destroyed everything in the room, lashed out at the scientists, injuring a lot of them

They had to sedate her and strap her down

When she came to, she apologized and is more or less acts like her normal self

She looked in the mirror

Her old life was truly gone

They told Jane all about her new powers which include

Enhanced strength and speed, vocal mimicking, shape shifting, healing, regeneration and regeneration of limbs, drug and alcohol tolerance and almost infinite stamina (this is canon btw)

Jane was now an assassin for the CIA and FBIs Justice Department (also canon)

And she didn’t even tell Mary

Jane went home and Mary screamed until Jane calmed her down

“Mary, it’s me! I-“

“What the fuck did you do?!”

“What I had to do to keep you safe.”

“And that is?!”

Jane explained everything

“What…how…you…”

“I know it’s jarring okay? But it’s still…me. I understand if you can’t love me because I look like this. I understand if you want to go. But just know I truly did do this for you and for myself. I have to protect you and avenge my parents.”

“You are so impulsive and stupid! But you’re still as beautiful as ever. You know I’m never going anywhere.”

They shared a kiss in the kitchen

Jane was so lucky to have Mary

Jane takes out any criminal asked of her and ones not asked of her too

Rapists, serial killers, p3d0s, abusers

Anyone that society doesn’t need

But her ultimate goal is to kill the man that killed her parents

Jeff the killer

She won’t stop until that happens

Jane doesn’t kill or hurt innocent people

She wouldn’t dream of it

Why be like the man she hates?

Jane’s actually really nice despite everything

She can be very sarcastic and snarky too though but can you blame her?

She’s still violent towards criminals though

Like extremely violent

They remind her of Jeff and she calls it “practice” for when she finally gets her hands on him

His death will be slow and painful

Jane has a sister and other surviving family members that she hasn’t seen in a while (how could she even begin to explain her life now)

Jane is 38 years old

Born September 1st 1985

Jane is Wasian (white and Asian, Japanese specifically) but looks more Japanese

She kinda looks like a type of vengeful Japanese spirit called the Onryō and has come to like it

people think she is one sometimes

Especially when she makes weird ass noises to freak out her victims/ mess with them

Jane really relates to Onryō due to the stuff that happened in her life

Her mother would often tell her stories about the Onryō especially around Halloween

Jane finds it ironic that she kinda looks like one with her pale skin, tall stature and long black hair

Especially when she wears white since Onryō are often depicted in white burial kimonos

She especially feels like one when she comes out of the darkness, quietly and slowly as if she’s floating her black eyes looking at her victim through the dark

She specifically relates to some parts of the story of Lady Owia. A man ruining Jane’s life, “killing” her old self and the life she knew, making her a vengeful person and leaving her “disfigured” and looking like an Onryō

Sometimes she still gets upset and will scream and cry at night in the middle of nowhere, making her look and sound like a spirit in pain

Despite the fact she’s still alive she sometimes feels like she died with her parents

Maybe she is just an Onryō in a humans body

She can speak fluent Japanese thanks to her mom

Jane understands Kagekao fully

Both of them being gay Japanese people who have pale skin and are good fighters is really coincidental

Kagekao thought Jane was a spirit or something supernatural due to the grief and vengeance coming off her

But to his disappointment she’s just a cool looking human

Jane really doesn’t like him

He’s a serial killer who kills people for shits and giggles like Jeff and she can’t stand that

Jane knows he’s a demon because he told her and Kagekao thought Jane wouldn’t understand him

They both also have voice mimicking powers and they use it against each other all the time

Jane is jealous of his parkour skills though, she wants to get better at it

When Jane is in a violent mood or in a fight black veins will appear all over her body, but it’s most noticeable oh her face and especially on her temples and forehead leading into her eyes as the veins pump and bulge with blood. Very unsettling to look at.

Jane is usually 5’10 but if she wants to look more intimidating in a fight she will make herself taller like 6’3-6’5

Jane is romantic/ trad goth and listens to the music since she was born in the 80s and grew up in the 90s it’s nostalgic for her

Jane wears black everyday because she thinks all other colors look bad on her

She wears white to sleep though

Jane’s eyes are pitch black so you have no idea where she’s looking or what she’s looking at

It’s kinda scary when she looks at you especially if it’s dark

But she’s pretty so it’s okay

Loves Japanese comfort foods and will cook them a lot like really good ramen, mochi ice cream, udon, kastu curry, tempura and hot pot

It reminds her of her mom

Jane’s kinda happy that she has long shiny black hair like her mom now

If you were ever gonna run into a Creepypasta and live, Jane’s definitely your best bet

Likes to shapeshift to look normal to take Mary on dates

Wears black dresses when she’s not fighting but when she is, jeans and a sweater all black of course

Sounds like Amy Lee from Evanescence when she sings

A smooth soothing voice when she talks

Lived with Mary in their home till she got roped in with all the other pastas (but that’s a completely different hc list completely)

Since Jane works for the government she’s rich. Like really rich

So she’s always clean and put together

Can walk in heels like a pro

Jane’s a queen and I love her

This isn’t proofread I made this at 3 am sorry lol

#creepypasta #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta characters #creepypasta headcanon #crp #jane the killer #janethekiller #Jane the killer hcs #jane the killer headcanons #jane the killer creepypasta #janethekillerhcs #jane richardson #janethekillerheadcanons #jane everlasting #janeeverlasting #janeeverlastinghcs #jeff the killer creepypasta #jeffthekiller

[uncanny-tranny]

The Cass Review coming out and the media frenzy surrounding it makes it feel like the world is falling apart around us. I'm very fortunate to live outside the UK at the moment, but my heart goes out to the trans people that are facing these current circumstances. It feels like the US will follow soon, and the rug will be pulled out from under us at any point.

How do we survive? How do I know if my friends will be okay? What if I fully transition just to be persecuted for the rest of my life? What will happen to us?

It's terrifying out here right now - if you have any advice on how you handle any of it, it would be greatly appreciated.

- a young trans person

I think so much of this relies on community support - you won't be alone in this, so you shouldn't live life alone in this. Regardless of potential intracommunity bickering, regardless of if we perfectly get along, no matter if someone passes or not, or has a complex identity or not, we all are affected by transphobia. We have to be in it together, to fight and support together.

Nobody knows, truly, what the next few years or decades are in store for us so, frankly, I think we invest as much as possible for the future, but also try to live. You don't just deserve to survive, you deserve to thrive. So whatever you do, I hope you're able to pause for even the briefest of moments. I hope you eat well, I hope you smile genuinely, I hope you laugh, I hope you dance. Fear and stress will literally kill you. I know for me, the stress I felt pre-transition absolutely would have killed me eventually - I don't wish that on anyone. It's absolutely reasonable to be scared about the future, I'm not saying it's not, but what I am saying is that you deserve a break. You deserve hope.

From a (perhaps slightly) older trans person: It can absolutely get better. Those tiny glimmers of hope that you cling to like diamonds won't be so few and far between. That sounds like absolute bullshit when you're on the receiving end of this, and I know that because I've been in that position, but something else that helps me through those "negative" feelings is this:

We survive. We have always survived. We have lost an unconscionable amount of people, but they won't be forgotten. No matter what happens, we keep surviving. The world cannot leave us behind without leaving behind swaths of humanity because we belong in the fabric of society. And something about that reassures me, because it is a reminder that we have existed and will continue to exist. And that means that we will outlive the hatred.

You're going to survive with us. In fact, I think you can thrive and not just survive, and I think that's something that doesn't happen in spite of the 'phobes, but rather it happens because you are an inherent equal person who is entitled to happiness.

#ask #anon #trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #transphobia #transphobia tw #whatever action you can reasonably take in your position or country is worth pursuing as well... #...such as things like protest but it's also a nuanced subject in that... #...you might not be /able/ to do some of that stuff and frankly i don't think it's always the best option for some folks... #...so i tend to try to also emphasize how important you as an individual *and* the broader community are #because you have inherent worth regardless of what you contribute. your worth never depends on Proving Your Worth

[mikerickson]

8/5/2024 - 8/8/2024

Time for the latest installment of my "Don't post about a vacation until after I'm back home" series:

We were killing time in a mall before leaving for the airport on Friday when I noticed the overhead lights swaying in a store. Felt like a massive train was rolling by just outside, but I knew we weren't close enough to the NJ Transit line to actually feel it. Turns out it was a ⋆⭒˚.⋆4.8 earthquake⋆⭒˚.⋆.

Our flight got delayed for three hours while the runway was inspected for damage. While waiting to get dinner in the terminal, the lights started swaying again and we felt a 3.8 aftershock six hours after the first.

@perilous-pursuit-of-perfection and @humdrumhootenanny picked us up from the airport and let us stay with them and we didn't take a single group photo the entire weekend, but just trust me.

Next day we went to the Ohio statehouse in Columbus for a free tour. Learned that Ohio bounced around three previous capitals before the state legislature passed a law to create a permanent capital. Also Abraham Lincoln was in this building giving a speech to the state assembly when he received a telegram informing him he'd won the 1860 Presidential Election.

Next day went to the Columbus Art Museum and I was trying to get that picture of Morning Sun by Edward Hopper but this hipster couple stood in front of it chatting for honestly more than 10 minutes so I left and came back later. Also there was a cool exhibit from 2023 about "Final Girls" in horror slasher movies. Slumber Party Martyrs by Robin F. Williams was my favorite.

We also went to a Field of Corn, except the corn was made out of concrete. Andrew climbed and stood on top of one without killing himself and it was very impressive.

Day of the eclipse we left for the National Museum of the US Air Force super early and hit no traffic, and were directed to park surprisingly close to the exit. Got to see literally dozens of planes from pre-WWI up through current models (was not expecting to see an actual F-22 on display). Also the B2 stealth bomber is enormous in person and really does look otherworldly compared to "normal" planes.

The sunlight started getting noticeably dimmer about a quarter to 3 PM, and the rate of dimming felt exponential. Things started getting dark very quickly in the last minute. The museum was having a huge event for the day so there were maybe a few thousand people there with us. I thought that would take away from the experience and be distracting, but it kinda made the whole thing even more thrilling to hear a massive crowd around us cheer and shout when the sun disappeared. Totality honestly looked fake. It looked like a hole was punched in an old CRT computer monitor. The air got noticeably colder and you could see stars in the sky. The entire horizon looked like a sunset in every direction at the same time. Honestly got emotional and lost my breath in a physiological reaction; it felt like I got punched in the gut without the pain. About 2 1/2 minutes later a very bright pinpoint appeared in the bottom right quadrant and the sun started coming back. A few minutes after that, looking to the northeast where the shadow continued it just looked like a massive thunderstorm without any clouds.

Managed to beat the crowd out of the museum parking grounds and hit zero traffic on the 1-hour drive back to Columbus. The eclipse was even still happening when we got back to the house.

Other than the earthquake (which, who the fuck saw that coming), this trip went exactly as I planned for, which is such a relief considering how much I was stressing myself out over the weather in the week beforehand.

#life

[eryanlainfa]

Wait. Hold on. I have to share with you that dream I had tonight because.. because you'll see.

So.

I dreamt someone commissioned an animator to animate a whole trailer/pilote for their fanfic, and instead of making stuff up, my brain just recycled animation it had seen before so it looked like a mashup and caracters looked out of place and their animation style were different and all 😭 but it was overall pretty cool! And impressive!

And the main character was Varian but the anime boy version(????) And I thought it was about him and the person who commissioned's OC. But no. Their OC was dead on the floor in one shot??? And the second lead was some random character that looked like Nana.. from the manga Nana..??????

And even in my dream I was SO CONFUSED

But the concept of the fic seemed fun and the dedication was visible so I kept watching

And then. And then there was a timelapse. And.- I am still not over it. But the Nana doppelganger. Was in fact HUGO but like???? Pre-transition I guess???????? There was a one minute bust shot of him, going from frail feminine face with longish straight black hair, to a more masculine face with a (little) better body build and you saw he cut his hair shorter and then bleached it and then cut it again throughout the year and the black color was slowly coming back but now he genuinely looked like anime boy Hugo. AND I FUCKING LOST IT IN MY DREAM. I GENUINELY SCREAMED AND I FELT LIKE THAT WAS THE MOST SHOCKING REVEAL I'VE SEEN IN YEARS.

#eryanbles #i need to draw this. you guys need to visualize it correctly. #I AM STILL NOT OVER IT I WAS SO SHOOK #how was that not a fever dream???? #there were WALKING FISHES AND A CHARACTER FROM PAW PATROL #and Hugo was apparently unconcious for a WHILE before Varian found him #because it was fantasy futuristic society and Hugo had to learn how to use the bathroom???? 😭 #I- #WHAT #Vat7k #sorry to tag the fandom but I want people to see this post i need people to SEE WHAT I SAW

[sehtoast]

Homelander x m!reader smut drabble from a much longer fic I'm still writing

!please note, Y/n is written as a pre-bottom surgery trans man. otherwise, the vast majority of Y/n's physical descriptors (eye color, hair color, etc) are kept to a minimum for the sake of reader inclusivity- and also lmao i basically stole spiderman for Y/n's supe identity, so there are some references to that

first time publishing anything, so i hope it's decent lol. that said, special thank you to @blindmagdalena for inspiring me to finally write a fic :D

“I can imagine.” Y/n was idly rubbing his thumb in circles on John’s chest.  The two of them were naked as the day they came into the world, cuddled up on Homelander’s leather couch, long after having had a bout of lazy afternoon sex.  Y/n insisted on covering the both of them with a blanket, even though John ran hot enough to act as a little space heater.

“This scene took so many takes.  The director was being fucking ridiculous,” John explained, motioning to the TV from where he was laid back on the couch.  Homelander insisted that Y/n watch one of his several movies with him, and still could hardly believe the web-head had never once watched one in its entirety.

It was rare for the two of them to ever spend time in John’s place.  It was so spacious, and every corner had a marble sculpture of some Greek or Roman figure. The overbearing wall that was nothing but a massive American Flag failed to entice a cozy atmosphere.  But the TV was huge, and John insisted his movies required a wide screen.

The film transitioned to an obvious fan service scene, featuring a ‘shirtless’ Homelander sporting a set of rippling muscles- wildly different than what was really under the suit.  Y/n felt John tense up as he immediately started to fast-forward through the depiction.

“I forgot about that…” he seethed, jaw set tight.

Homelander was deeply insecure about his body.  He’d spent a lifetime masquerading as a man with an Adonis-like figure, with a suit that painted the picture of rock solid pecs, bulging biceps and triceps, and washboard abs.  Somewhere along the line of losing his secret identity, he’d also lost sight of the fact that masquerading is all being a Vought Hero really is.  This was theater.  Hell, even Y/n’s super suit had some design tricks to make him look more cut than he really was.  John once expressed that he’d done everything he could to build muscle, to live up to the standard Vought had created for him, to be built like the god he was designed to be, but failed miserably.  His body simply wouldn’t bulk, and this failure cut him like a knife every time Vought ordered his muscle padding be made even more dense.

It broke Y/n’s heart when John expressed that he was the first lover to ever see him fully undressed and not react like a jackass.

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“Talking about hard things is how we get better at dealing with them.” Y/n quoted his childhood therapist, holding on gently to John’s hands.  It was only their second time making love, and they’d had to halt the process when John jerked away at Y/n’s attempt to remove the top of his suit.  “I won’t ever force you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, okay?  But, please. Talk to me.”

John bit his lip, and if he were built like a normal human, it would have bled from the force.  He shook his head, blinking rapidly the way he does when it was time to confront something he didn’t know how to deal with.

“No one’s ever…” He trailed off, looking down at himself.  “My body isn’t… it’s not fucking good enough.”

Y/n remained quiet, only raising an eyebrow to encourage him to elaborate.

“I’m supposed to be- I should be shredded!  Strongest man in the world and I’m like a fucking twig.  How do you explain that?”  He was rambling.  “I can’t even get bigger, I’ve tried- fuck I’ve tried!  A-all these actors, they roll up to set looking better than me in every way and all I can do is run around in fake fucking rubber muscles to match them!”

Y/n watched him from the spot beside him on the bed, still holding tight to John’s hands, hoping it provided at least something steadying for him.

“I took it off one time, for Madelyn- years ago… I’ll never forget the way she fucking laughed at me.”  His words were bitter and angry, but the way he was only looking down at himself let Y/n know that all of those feelings were directed at himself.  He felt, truly, that he was the root of the problem.  “You’re the only one who’s ever-”

He was cut off by Y/n pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

“I think you are so, so beautiful.”  Y/n murmured, looking directly into John’s eyes.  “And you don’t need to be built like a Greek god to be that way, I promise.  You’re perfect the way you are, and I will tell you every day if I have to.” 

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Y/n was distracted from the memory at the feeling of John pulling him in for a deep, desperate kiss.

“Tell me again,” John breathed out.  

Y/n was all too happy to oblige, and swung a leg over top of Homelander to straddle him.

“You’re gorgeous, John.  You’re ethereal in every way.  And you’re so strong, you’re so handsome, and those eyes of yours just…”  

John swallowed hard, his mouth slightly agape. 

“Let me show you…”

John’s pupils were already blown black, and he nodded in anticipation.  Y/n leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, kissing down to his neck, where he licked a stripe over John’s pulse only to blow a gust of cold air over the wet trail.  Homelander shivered and gulped.

“I love the way your adam’s apple moves when you swallow hard.  I love the way it lets me know how excited you are…”

Y/n rubbed John’s shoulders as he sucked hard at the base of his neck, despite knowing he couldn’t leave a mark.  He pulled away with a nip at the skin, clenching in pleasure at the little moan that left John’s mouth.

“-and these shoulders.  So firm…”  Y/n’s hands smoothed down the expanse of John’s chest, fingers moving to alternate rolling at his nipples and massaging the flesh of his pectorals.  “This strong chest- the way it heaves with every breath when you’re enjoying yourself…”  John whined and keened at the way Y/n played with him, grinding his hips up to seek any kind of friction he could find.  His face was flushed and his breaths were coming out in short, excited bursts, while his hands ran up and down Y/n’s thighs.

He about lost his fucking mind when Y/n’s tongue laved over one of his nipples, scraping his teeth gently over the tender bud.  

“You’re so gorgeous when you’re like this. All hot and needy.”

Y/n kept at it, playing with John’s chest until he was sure the all-powerful supe would be on the verge of over-stimulation.  He reached down, grabbing John’s left hand, and cradled it in his own.

“And these hands...  These strong, wonderful fingers. The way they always feel so good inside me- how worked up I get just seeing them,” Y/n slipped John’s thumb into his mouth, sucking up the length of it, curling his tongue around the digit to tease what, and who, was to come.

Homelander’s mouth gaped open at the way Y/n worked his tongue, and he was desperately excited to feel the same treatment around his shaft.

“Please…” John groaned out.  Y/n rocked his hips, dragging his wetness over John’s stiff cock in the process.

“Mmm, please what?”  Y/n inquired sultrily, finger still in his mouth.  “I’m not done with you yet.  Not until you know and feel just how fucking lovely you are.”  Every word of Y/n’s last sentence was accentuated with a roll of his hips.  “Roll over.  Put that ass in the air for me.”

Y/n was quick to get a handful of both of John’s cheeks as soon as he steadied himself on the couch, kneading the flesh in his hands, parting them to reveal his hole.

“I said,” Y/n blew a gust of air against John’s opening. “I was going to show you, and oh, I meant it.”  

John moaned out wantonly when he felt Y/n lick from his sack to his hole, and he buried his face into the seat of the couch to stifle his noises.  His eyes clenched shut at the feeling of Y/n’s tongue circling around his opening, and he couldn’t help but rock back toward the wet intrusion.  

Y/n focused his full attention into eating John out, thrusting his tongue in and out as the opening got looser only to trail back down and gently suck at his balls.  The sounds coming from him were driving Y/n absolutely fucking wild, and it took all of his self control to keep his hands focused specifically on John, on solely his pleasure.  This moment was all for him, and every ounce of focus Y/n had would go into it.

“I love the sight of your ass in that costume.  Every time your cape billows just enough for me to see it, I wonder how it would be to tongue fuck this hole of yours.”

Y/n caught the sight of John reaching to stroke at himself.

“Ah, ah, ah.  Hands behind your back, John.”

He immediately obeyed.  Y/n continued his wet torture of John’s hole, wondering to himself how he ended up being the lead in their sex life.  He always imagined it would be Homelander who pinned him down and fucked him raw- and sure, it did happen on occasion, but John was just so malleable when he was like this.  He was easy to command, and he fucking loved to be bossed around in bed, whether he’d admit it or not.

Y/n slipped the tip of his spit-soaked index finger inside, and John gasped out.

“Shh, it’s okay.  I’ll go slow.  Just let me know if you need me to stop.”  It was always good to let Homelander know he still had full control over what was done to him.  Y/n was more than happy to fulfill John’s needs, but always wanted him to know he retained his autonomy.  Always.

Y/n slowly fucked John with his finger, crooking it just slightly to rub against that sweet spot inside.  The sofa cushion was absorbing most of John’s noises, but Y/n coaxed an especially loud moan out of him the first time he’d brushed against his prostate.

“You know I love it when you're noisy. Be a little louder for me?”

And oh, did he do so.  Homelander turned his head to the side, eyes clenched shut and hands still locked behind his back as he rocked back onto Y/n’s finger to fuck himself harder, moaning with each stroke.

“A-ano-ther,” he gasped out, and Y/n gently added his middle finger to the mix.

It went on like that for a few minutes longer, Y/n kneading at John’s cheeks with his free hand while he fingered him with the other, until he’d decided John had done more than enough waiting.

“On your back for me, please.”  Y/n instructed, and John immediately moved, whining when Yn’s fingers left his body

“Mmm, there it is,” Y/n murmured, running a light finger’s touch up and down the length of John’s cock.  It was painfully hard, the head dark and soaked from the sheer amount of precum that had been worked out of him.  Y/n looked up into John’s eyes, taking note of the trail of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth, the desperate expression plastered on his face.  He was gorgeous.  

“You look like a fucking painting right now.” Y/n emphasized with a stroke of John’s cock, working a breathy moan from him.  It was time to really lay it on.  “Look at that cock, so big, so hard, just for me…  The biggest I’ve ever seen. The only one I ever want.” 

John’s eyes practically rolled back into his head with each word of praise.

“What are you?”  Y/n teased.

“I-I’m beautiful.”  John stuttered, his words slurring.

“Say it again.”  

“I’m beautiful!”  

And with that, Y/n leaned down to drag his tongue from the base to the tip, his idle hand reaching down once more to work his fingers into John’s hole.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” He gasped out, singing the intensity of his pleasure into the room while Y/n sucked at him slowly, moaning around his hardness each time it hit the back of his throat just to come back up and roll his tongue all around the tip.  Y/n began to thrust his fingers faster, taking special care to only just miss John’s prostate with each pass.  “Plea- I- Oh, fuck, I- Y/n!”

John began thrusting his hips, fucking Y/n’s mouth and simultaneously thrusting himself back onto the fingers in his ass.  Y/n buried them deep, rubbing against John’s sweet spot, relishing in the downright obscene noises coming from the world’s strongest man, who he’d reduced to a sloppy, needy mess.

He gagged around Homelander's length with each hard thrust, until the final push where John screamed out his orgasm, shooting it down Y/n’s throat while his body went stiff as a board in pleasure, hole pulsing around Y/n’s fingers.  A sudden beam of heat escaped his eyes, charring the ceiling before he could clench them shut in time.  “H-hah, I- Oh god, Y/n- fuck-”  He rambled out endlessly, rocking against the fingers inside him through each wave of his pleasure.  Y/n reached down with his free hand to massage at his sack, feeling the skin close to his perineum still pulsing from his earth shattering orgasm.

Once John had come down from his high, Y/n moved up to kiss him, probing his mouth with his tongue, all just to make him taste how delicious his release was.

“Mmm…” Homelander moaned out when Y/n moved back.

“Y’know," Y/n breathed out a little laugh. "I’d be happy to keep proving this to you, over, and over, and over again. If you'd like, of course.”

John looked up at him deviously, his movie long forgotten in the background.

“My turn.”

#homelander #homelander x reader #team homelander gets his caboose tongue punched raise your hand #i'm so nervous to post this ahaaaaaaa #my mf heart is BEATING BABYYYY #ill have to post it on ao3 later too #sub homelander my beloved 🤌🤌🤌 #sehtoast writing

[revelwrites]

The Wild Hunt Pt 1

The heavy thump of the bass was almost lost in the roar of the wind. Feeling it tearing at her hair, Sadie reached up to nervously check her braid. A wild, giddiness that was beginning to border on anxiety churned in her gut as the old convertible roared around a curve, heedless of the warning signs. They’d had to slow to ease between the two faded barricades just off the interstate, but Wren had stomped the gas as soon as they’d been clear.

Sadie wasn’t all that sure if the leaf litter covering the country road and kicking up in their wake was a good omen or not. Most sane people avoided Rift towns and this one was deep in the woods, far from the safety of humanity. Far from everything.

“I heard they use humans for the wild hunt.” She had to yell to be heard over the blaring rock music.

“Not anymore. It’s against the law,” Brooke said, arms flung over Sadie’s seat and her honey blond hair whipping against Sadie’s cheek with little stings. “We’re a protected species.”

From the back, Nina started laughing. The petite brunette had brought a small cooler along to pre-game and Sadie was certain she was well and truly drunk already. “They have magic, cookie. What do laws matter?”

Leaning forward to keep Brooke’s hair out of her mouth, Sadie turned an imploring look at Wren. The oldest of their group at nearly thirty-five, she grimaced and lifted her fingers off the wheel in a noncommittal wiggle. Stomach sinking, Sadie slumped back into her seat.

Another hard curve that made her butt slide on the cracked, leather seat and the Rift appeared on the horizon. The unreality sat on the town looking like a soap bubble, the surface crawling with the colors of the sunset. Wren reached forward to snap off the radio, the car slowing.

There were more barricades. One had been pushed off the road and was barely visible under a tangle of honeysuckle and kudzu. They drifted to a slow stop by the faded wooden sign on the side of the road. Welcome to Haven it declared in chipped blue paint, though someone had spray-painted Hell over Haven and another clever soul had tagged it with the phrase ‘here be monsters.’

And there were. Monsters. Even though it was nearly ninety outside and the sun was baking her skin in the tank top and shorts she’d pulled on, she couldn’t stop shivering.

“Are we really doing this?” Nina muttered, taking a long deliberate swig of whatever she had in her glittery black tumbler. “Cause I don’t think I’m drunk enough yet.”

“One last hurrah,” Wren said, fingers drumming against the steering wheel.  Putting the car into park, she twisted in the driver’s seat. “One hell of a last party.”

Even though the blue sky was clear and the day was warm, she shivered at the finality of the words. She almost felt like a baby for wanting to cry, but it really was the end. They’d all known each other since high school, but Brooke had a job offer in Chicago she couldn’t turn down. Brooke and her fascination with the Rifts and the science that had caused the worst global catastrophe in known history was the whole reason they’d piled up in the car and drove halfway across the country.

For the Wild Hunt.

It was a fairytale made real when the fabric of multiple worlds had been superimposed on their own. Sadie had done her research and Haven had supposedly been a peaceful transition as the humans who’d lived in the town had fled and abandoned the town to its new denizens. For whatever reason, the Rifts went one way. Humans could pass freely through the film of unreality, but whatever had been brought over from elsewhere was trapped.

And that hadn’t gone over well at all. Head tipping back, she tried to get a measure of how big it was. Bigger than some, but a lot smaller than the one that had engulfed Vegas.

“You guys remember the rules?” Brooke asked, trying to finger comb the knots out of her hair.

The rules had been Brooke subjecting them to book after book of fairytales. The old, bloody ones that didn’t often end well. Around them, the trees on either side of the road sighed and rustled their leaves. Sadie pressed her fingertips against the tops of her thighs to hide their trembling.

“Don’t thank them. Don’t eat their food. Be nice.” Nina sniffed disdainfully, checking her eyeliner in her compact.

“Or drink anything.” Brooke frowned meaningfully at Nina to get an eyeroll in return.

“Yes, mom.” Nina flashed her an utterly insincere smile, saluting with her tumbler.

Sadie’s fingers curled under, worrying with the hems of her shorts. They’d brought a cooler of nonperishable junk food and another of water and alcohol that they’d wedged in the trunk amid their bags. The game plan was to sample the local. Just not the food.

At least that was Nina’s intention. She’d been going on about hot elves for a week now, even though they had no idea what was actually inside the Rift. Tech wouldn’t work inside, so there were no photos from the inside.

It also meant they’d be walking in. She knew she was going to feel naked without her phone as a safety net. Not that anyone would come to the rescue even if they could call for help.

The Rifts were technically sovereign unto themselves. Anyone stepping foot inside did so at their own peril. Protected species or not.

“Let’s do this.” Wren turned off the engine and opened the door.

Staring at the shimmering, red haze crawling over the barrier, Sadie tried to see anything inside and failed. Her eyes slid to the sign again.

Here be monsters.

Nina was the first out, slamming the heavy door hard enough to rock the old car and earn her an indignant ‘hey’ from Wren. The latter smoothing her hand almost apologetically against the side of the old car.

While the rest of them had opted for sensible- shorts, tanks, and sneakers they could run in like their lives depended on it- Nina had gone for a slinky, crimson dress that flirted with the tops of her thighs and chunky black wedges. That was at least one thing in Sadie’s favor as far as she was concerned. If they had to run, she could definitely run faster than Nina. Shoes clunking loudly on the road top, Nina headed for the trunk and the coolers.

Nerves humming, Sadie blew out a breath and slid out of the car. The Rift thrummed with energy as she carefully approached. A shiver of almost static prickled over her as the magic reacted to her proximity and hummed through her to make her teeth ache. Squinting, she tried to decide if the shadows moving beyond the red haze were real or just her imagination.

“Pregame.” Nina announced at her elbow, sticking a cold, wet bottle against her arm to make her yelp.

She snatched the wine cooler out of self-defense. Grinning wickedly, Nina saluted her with her own. Annoyed, Sadie twisted off the top and threw back the syrupy alcohol to let the warmth spread through her. It wasn’t nearly enough to calm her nerves, though.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” She sighed as Wren joined her in staring at the Rift.

“Neither can I,” Wren said with a small smile. “This is a superbly bad idea, isn’t it?”

“Without a doubt.” Sadie huffed out a laugh.

“Still game?”

“I can’t leave you here.” She shrugged, bumping Wren’s elbow with her own. “Right? That’s not an option, right?”

Wren laughed. “You’re not covered on my insurance, sunshine.”

Brooke dragged one of the coolers over, her duffle bag across one shoulder. “You’re not chickening out, are you?”

“Nope. Just questioning my life choices.”

“We haven’t even made the bad life choices, yet,“ Nina said, the other cooler in tow and a worrying grin on her face. “Just wait.”

They lined up in front of the Rift, but no one made a move to cross that eerie threshold. Sadie’s eyes closed, listening to the birds singing from the woods alongside the road. Enjoying it like it might be the last time.

A distinct possibility.

“You think they can see out? I mean, can they see us out here gawking?” Nina asked, nursing her drink.

“The hell with it.” Wren muttered fingering tightening on the straps of her backpack before she stepped into the barrier.

And disappeared.

“Okay. That was cool,” Brooke whispered. She and Nina exchanged a grin before they both stepped through.

Leaving Sadie alone on the outside. Heart racing, she waited for one or all of them to come running back out screaming. When no one did, she groaned and stepped through. The fine hair at her nape and on her arms prickled, the magical energy of the barrier humming through her, alien and strange.

And then she was on the other side, staring up at a red sky scudded with dark clouds. The other three were standing just inside the Rift, close enough to the barrier that they could bail at a moment’s notice. As scared as she was despite their bravado.

Because of the things staring back at them. The Folk. The Fae. Sadie sucked in a sharp breath. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected- when Nina had rambled about hot elves, all she’d been able to think of was the old LOTR movies. The nearest creature-person?- was taller than even Wren’s lanky 5’ 9” and had horns.

Horns that curled back from his temple, the ends turning up in points that were tipped in gold. Curly black hair framed a handsome, tawny face. The man, because he had to be with those broad shoulders tapering to a trim waist, had small, sharply pointed ears and legs that ended in the padded feet of a lion. Eyes glittering like shards of citrine narrowed at them from under dark brows as he looked over their little group. To stop on her. That serious, handsome face creased with a frown.

She was so caught up in gawking at him, that it took her a moment to realize other Folk were gathering, their bodies taut and wary of the intruders. None of the Fae folk looked like she’d imagined. She’d managed to convince herself that they’d all look like lovely, blond elves or sparkly little pixies.

No two looked exactly the same. Some thin and frightening with long limbs and sharp teeth and others almost achingly beautiful. But none even remotely human.

It was almost reassuring that they looked as uncertain of the humans as she felt about them. A low murmur came up from the gathering crowd. One, a woman with skin the color of obsidian flecked with a constellation of golden freckles across her cheeks and arms, stepped forward. Her golden hair was braided into coils around a pair of dainty ribbon wrapped antlers. Eyes the deep purple of amethyst studied them.

The ivory dress she wore trailed behind her on the ground, though she didn’t seem to notice or care.

“Um, hi.” Wren’s voice snapped her out of the daze she hadn’t even realized she was in. Smile slightly strained, Wren lifted a hand. “We came for the wild hunt.”

The lovely Fey’s brows lifted with a flicker of surprise. “Indeed?”

Murmuring, the gathered Fae began whispering. A few grinning in a way that made Saide take an involuntary step back. Ignoring them, the woman swept closer. She was taller than Wren, willowy and somehow delicate looking.

Sadie forced herself to be still as the woman stalked closer, a smile toying at the corners of her red mouth. “And what do you know of the wild hunt, little rabbits?”

“To watch. We came to watch.” Brooke interjected, bumping into Nina. “And beg your hospitality.”

“Pity.” Smiling to reveal startlingly, sharp teeth, the Fae woman reached out to touch Brooke’s long hair. Sucking in a sharp breath, Brooke stiffened. “You can stay. Or leave. As for hospitality, I guarantee nothing.”

With that, she sauntered away. The woman’s words had been ominous, and Sadie shivered. A few of the Folk wandered away, but more lingered. Watching with predatory interest.

“This doesn’t seem like such a hot idea anymore.” Wren muttered.

“We just have to be polite. Careful.” Brooke wrapped her arms around herself. “You really don’t want to insult one of them.”

“Do bad pickup lines count as insults?” Nina dropped her duffle bag on top of one of the coolers, her attention fixated on a man with ash colored skin and dark, green-tinted hair pulled back in a queue. The man grinned openly back at her, flashing pronounced and very sharp canine teeth.

“You can’t be serious. He looks like wants to eat you.” Wren hissed, pinching Nina’s arm.

Expression wicked, Nina reached up to touch her hair. “God, I hope so,” she said.

“Oh, for crying out loud.” Wren groaned, grabbing her arm. “I am not calling your mom and explaining what happened if you get murdered.”

Nina just laughed, sauntering toward the Fae with an exaggerated sway to her hips that made the green-haired guy grin even wider. Wren turned and then swore.

“Where’d Brooke go?”

Sadie blinked, realizing that it was just her and Wren left. “Um.”

Wren raked a hand through her short hair to send it into disarray. “Just wait here while I find Brooke before she does something stupid.”

“But-“

And then she was alone. Even Nina and the green-haired Fae had disappeared somewhere. Skin crawling, she realized a few of the Fae were still eyeing her in open curiosity. This was how all the horror movies went, she thought as she edged closer to the rift and the promise of safety. Loyalty kept her from giving in to the urge to duck back out to the other side. Even though she really wanted to.

Pointedly ignoring them, she studied Haven. The town itself was bigger than she’d thought. The buildings were mostly rough stone, hand worked wood, and tiled roofs. All of it somehow rustic and far more ornate than what she was used to. Craftsmanship, she thought dimly. Floral arches and swags of colorful cloth hung from the buildings in preparation for the festival she assumed. Her eyes dropped to the cobblestone street, turning to see that it ended abruptly at the barrier. She suspected the buildings had come over with the rift and wondered queasily what had happened to the real Haven.

“Hello, little bird.”

The low, melodic voice startled her, and she dropped her bag. The Fae with the dark hair and the lion’s paws was standing not even a foot from her, his bright eyes amused. So close the mossy, green smell of him filled her head. Dressed in a dark green button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black pants, he cut an intimidating figure. He was a good head taller than her and those honey bright eyes were intense.

“Oh.” She managed, feeling a flush creep up her neck. “Hi.”

He huffed out a soft sound suspiciously like a laugh, head tipping. “All alone?”

“No.” Her chin lifted. “Just watching the stuff.”

Which sounded silly even to her. His eyes dipped to the coolers and bags before sliding back up. Shaking his head, he slouched against the barrier, the red whorls humming angrily at the contact, but somehow staying solid. They couldn’t pass through, but it was still weird to see. His arms folded across his chest, and she noted that his forearms and hands looked like they’d been stained with ink, his fingertips ending in wicked looking claws. A thin whiplike tail she hadn’t noticed before flicked as though annoyed with her scrutiny.

His eyelids drooped like he was drowsing while standing up. “It’s rude to stare, little bird.”

She flinched guiltily. “Sadie,” she said, unsure how she felt about being called a little bird by him. In that low, rasping voice.

One eye opened, the iris almost golden now in the sun, to stare at her.

“What’s your name?” She prompted, feeling lost.

He stiffened and she bit the inside of her cheek. The rules! She could have kicked herself. Names had power over them.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” She managed, face heating.

His expression was guarded as he sighed, attention drifting away from her. “You might call me Ruslan. Why are you here?”

Shoulders lifting in a helpless shrug, she scuffed the toe of her sneaker on the ground. “We came for the wild hunt.”

Interest sparked in his eyes, as he straightened some. “The hunt is no place for sweet, little birds.”

His words held a curious mix of warning and amusement that she didn’t understand. “We’re not allowed to watch?” She asked.

Something that might have been disappointment flitted across his face too fast for her to be sure. “Watch.” He echoed, the word flat.

“We’re not hunters and honestly, I’ve never ridden a horse.”

That strange, predatory interest was back in his eyes. The amusement too. “No, you’re certainly no hunter.”

The low words combined with the heat in his golden eyes coaxed a shiver from her. She looked away, and finally began to take note of the other Fae. To really look. The men wore leather, furs, or some nothing at all and the ladies wore filmy, sheer dresses that didn’t really hide all that much. As she watched, a small woman with silvery wings darted up to one of the men and offered him a rose. When he bent to take it, she buried her fingers in his hair and arched into him, mouth crashing against his. Hoots and jeers split the air from the watching Folk.

“The hares will run from the hunters tonight. They’ll make them work for it, only allowing themselves to be caught by the hunter they choose,” he said, head bending close so that his warm breath fanned her cheek. “Lovely little birds should fly back home where it’s safe.”

“Oh,” she breathed, understanding making her tremble. Her shocked eyes flicked to his as she stumbled back a step. She flushed at the amused curve of his lips. Surely Brooke hadn’t known it was that sort of hunt. Had she?

Part Two

#fantasy #paranormal romance #terato #Faerie #monster x human

[confessions-official]

as a kid i didnt ever really experience gender dysphoria or anything because i didnt really think about gender at all. i also didnt think much of my appearance; everyone just told me i looked good and i believed it. but all my life i never really felt like myself, and now im not sure i know who i am.

all my life i have looked in the mirror not seen myself. every time i just see a "good looking" person who i dont recognize. having people comment positively on my appearance feels and has always felt like im just hearing someone else being complimented.

i never wished i had the opposite sex genitals until i lost my virginity, and now i cant stop thinking about it. i thought changing my hair would alleviate some dysphoria, but i still... have mixed feelings about mirrors.

i feel like such a waste: pre-transition, i fit neatly into societys beauty standards, but... every time i take steps towards becoming (what i hope is) my true self, my mom tells me i am ruining myself. and the result is that im unhappy either way, because even if i ignore her, these steps are so tiny; theyre just not enough. i think only being born again would be enough...

(i am also a scaredy cat. theres no way im ever undergoing cosmetic surgery. i also cant start hrt right now, because i live with my parents. either i acquire the patience of a god or i kill myself. that is, if i even have a self. haha.)

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#confession

[goldenpinof]

i so so so agree w u about the energy of these newest uploads being very frantic. I hadn't really thought abt it or heard it articulated like that but like, ur right, and I hope that they settle into a new routine that's sustainable. I was watching the final google feud again yesterday before they uploaded the roblox viddie and I feel like something is so so so different now, like the final google feud is EASILY their most "unhinged" video (also my fav) but it still feels slow paced and comfy, which their newer videos DO NOT. They do seem genuinely very happy and I don't think that's insincere, but the new videos don't really scream "comfort content" to me yet. I was thinking that it's just the unfamiliarity of them, the way it's all so new and yet the same, so it's still unsettling, but I think it is also just the style and the energy. Whether its dnp editing or not, I feel like the cuts are faster, the videos feel faster, they're kind of all over the place and so high energy and so they feel shorter as a result. You start watching it and then its over, and it's kind of too much, all at once, like you said. Anyway, thanks for articulating that bcs I agree with you and wasn't really realizing why I felt the way I did. I don't think it's bad, necessarily, I just hope that things will even out after this transitional period. I think getting editors was a good move because they will be able to upload more frequently without having as much of a workload, and I do trust that they aren't going to drop us again out of the blue, but maybe I have too much faith in them, idk. I never lost hope in the gaming channel and I always fully believed they were bringing it back, so they have always had me in their pocket. I have high hopes for what's to come and idk if that helps but I think that things will be good.

ahahaahaha, the variety of things we agree and disagree on. i love it.

you actully explained what is frantic about it. thank you. i wanna see how their next uploads are gonna feel like. we kinda jumped to spooky week almost right away which is not their usual type of videos. November is gonna be interesting. the videos do seem faster, like they are edited as if more content is squeezed into the same 20-30 mins compared to pre-2023, and you have to keep up. if it's a conscious decision then i'll need time to adjust to it eidhdjdjsskke

the final google feud my beloved <3 you will always be famous.

#i get what you mean by comfort videos!! yeah no comfort found yet #no time to breathe 😅 #answered #dnpgames

[discountdps]

The eternal bonding ceremony with @pumkinbones was so lovely and beautiful. I really wasn't expecting this many people to come. And thanks to @bnuycula, we even got a local Brynhildr celebrity to show up! It was so nice having all of our friends there to celebrate with us. One of our friends even resubbed just to attend!

We both also wrote a speech to deliver. Without even planning it, they ended up being pretty similar, which is exactly what Varian thought would happen lmao. I'm including mine under the cut just to save it because I did work pretty hard on it.

I'm normally a pretty private person, so making a big public speech about how much you mean to me feels way scarier than it probably is, especially since we're surrounded by friends. But I also know how judgemental our friends are, so maybe being a little scared is understandable.

From the first time we met, I knew you were someone special. I never really get into a voice call with people I don't know, but we sat for hours and just talked. I was happy to make a friend that I shared so much in common with. I can't remember everything we talked about while we were hanging out, but I know you sat down and sketched me a picture. It was the sweetest thing someone had done for me and I still treasure that sketch to this day.

You were always pretty busy so I didn't always get to hang out with you, but when I did, I found myself having a lot of fun. I'd look forward to putting on FC events because it generally meant more time hanging out with everyone, but especially you. There was a long stretch of time, though, that you just weren't around. I was pretty bummed when events would come and go and there'd be no sign of you. I just kind of shrugged and chalked it up to you moving on like people have done before and tried not to be TOO upset about it.

But then you came back and things just felt different. Not in a bad way, but I definitely felt like I wanted to spend more time with you because I didn't know if you'd disappear again. Whenever I'd see you hanging out in Discord, I'd do my best to find some free time to join in and hang out with you. You'd listen to me fuss about things while you were drawing or Gposing and it was just really nice to vibe again.

I don't know when those platonic feelings turned into something more. I tried to deny it to myself for a lot longer than I realized, but even if I didn't, I wouldn't have acted on it out of fear of ruining our friendship. I wasn't sure if you felt the same way, so I just kept going on the assumption that we were just friends. Even with the extremely-obvious-in-hindsight clues you were dropping.

And then you invited me out on an adventure and it was all over for me. I knew from that moment on that I had to tell you how I felt. I tried to play it cool and kind of joke about it, but then you asked if you could call me your boyfriend and all pretense at being calm was lost. I had never been anyone's boyfriend before, since all my other relationships were pre-transition. But I especially loved the idea of being YOUR boyfriend.

So I jumped in feet first and I haven't regretted it. I don't have any other way to really describe how I feel about you other than you feel like home. You fill in the parts of me that have felt incomplete. You're my paramour, my partner, my person. And I promise to be a partner that you can rely on, through the good and the bad.

#ffxiv #screenshot #oc: ransestsu shikibu #varian asmadi #I would have taken more pictures of the actual ceremony #but Penumbra decided it hates the cutscene and everything was vanilla and unmodded #so my beautiful husband doesn't have his actual hairstyle lmao #l

[lemonlimebitcoin]

49, 57, 67, 85, and 100

49. One character you didn’t like at first, but like now? Equius! I think he's a great example of the kind of people that a culture like Alternia's creates, and through him and Nepeta's shared reliance on preexisting cultural structure we get a very good sense of the ways that the caste system fails to truly benefit even the highbloods as much as it benefits the structure itself.

The way the two of them illustrate both primary cultural forces of the planet (the hemospectrum and the quadrants) by processing interaction through those lenses is really well done and I think accurate to the kind of things young people look to to feel valuable and bespoke.

57. The Felt or The Midnight Crew? The midnight crew! I inexplicably find the felt rather nasty. Like I don't like the way they're shaded and I don't want to touch their bodies. Sorry if you like the felt, this isn't me saying they're bad I just get yacked out by them for an unknown reason.

67. Have you read SBAHJ? Do you like it? Yeah I like it a lot! It kind of bums me out that its intent pre-homestuck was more targeted as a mean-spirited gamer comic parody, but it doesn't ruin it for me. I honestly think the irreverent (and often offensive or inconsiderate) ideas in SBaHJ really help to characterize Dave and the online spaces that inspired his voice. Having a preteen channer/somethingawful poster with a penchant to parrot edgy shit for shock value confront meaninglessness in the face of the end of the world is pretty compelling, and the way SBaHJ persists in some form into the later parts of the comic highlights that dissonance pretty well imho.

also i HAVE the car

85. Favorite Homestuck soundtrack? Like whole album? My favorite songs are all spread around, but I think the strongest album in its entirety might be Alterniabound? The trolls all have really wonderful themes.

100. One popular HS opinion you agree with? June Egbert! I guess the "opinion" there is that John would be happier if he transitioned.

Obviously John is kind of lost in an infinite adulthood without narrative structure to provide identity and meaning - and while I don't think transitioning alone could help him overcome that, I do think he would benefit from the more nuanced tools for engaging with tropes/social performance/identity that come with being an adult trans person. I also think the vulnerability of that choice would enable a more intimate relationship with his friends than he's been able to have for a long while.

That's just my read of the character, though. I think there are other ways to interpret his feelings at the end of Homestuck proper.

#ask #long post #ask game #anonymous #june egbert

[scoobydoodean]

I think part of the reason Cas hates Crowley and dislikes Benny (at first) so much is that both of them don’t self-sacrificingly resist from ever asking Dean for anything and do pursue a relationship with him (argue over whether it’s romantic, or whatever). I think Cas is sort of unable to handle the transition between the way things work in heaven (heavily regimented, everyone knows who they are to each other) and on Earth (lots of feeling out boundaries). I think the disconnect people are expressing is they don’t understand that Cas’ discomfort isn’t Dean’s fault, even if it is relatable/makes sense from the perspective of a very isolated character who has already lost all sense of belonging and fears jeopardizing that further by asking for literally anything from the few friends he has left. Cas didn’t hide how he felt for Dean’s benefit (though he may have told himself that), he did it for himself. And that’s totally understandable, but like you said, you can’t have a real relationship if you never communicate what you want out of it. And that is again, not Dean’s fault.

That's interesting about Crowley and Benny. This is definitely all a perspective I can respect.

I think from my perspective, what Cas struggled with with Benny early on (and Purgatory is a good example of most of Dean and Cas's problems actually), is that Benny immediately wanted an answer as to why Cas abandoned Dean in Purgatory. Dean actually would have been willing to brush it under the rug (this is the guy who rewrote his own memories of what transpired at the portal to make it so Cas didn't intentionally let go of his hand). Benny was willing to poke into the issue, and he did, in fact, find some hot air in that balloon. Cas and Benny both agreed that Cas was a liability, but Cas did believe in his own integrity (at least when it came to his choices on "The Best Ways To Protect Dean Winchester"—which in this case, involved bailing). The thing is... "protecting Dean" isn't the entire explanation for Cas's actions (see 8.07), and that's why Cas didn't like Benny poking at him. He'd suffered enough hits to his self-image and didn't want to deflate any further (and I'm not entirely sure Cas knows yet why he might deflate further if pressed—but Benny—the person with the objective outsider's view—is shrewd enough). Even if "Protecting Dean" was the sole reason for Cas's actions, it's bullshit anyway, because Cas proves while doing it that he doesn't actually see Dean's opinions and feelings about the best ways to protect Dean as relevant to protecting Dean, and... they are. Not just because Cas isn't always right and needs someone to challenge his perception (maybe abandoning Dean to a pack of gorilla-wolves isn't the best way to protect him... shocking idea I know), but also because Cas isn't capable of understanding Dean better than Dean understands himself, and actually has no idea how badly he can actively harm Dean (the exact opposite of what he is trying to do) through actions that are intended to protect Dean.

Does Cas realize that he treats Dean's feelings as irrelevant when he is off doing Hot Girl Summer things, and that he frequently wounds Dean while trying to protect him? Of course not—which is how he isn't actually Chuck or John 2.0. He's got a lot of issues going on in his life, like being raised in the equivalent of a weird religious cult where free will was frowned upon, losing a lot of his strength over the course of the series which he stocks the majority of his self-esteem into, lots of siblings with very different expectations, speciesism, homophobia (speciesphobia?), repeated lobotomies, and like you said... cultural differences (we actually don't talk about this enough lmao).

As a clarification, what I'm arguing isn't exactly that Cas didn't communicate what he wanted out of the relationship and therefore his stans can't blame Dean for Cas's issues (though I would agree with that argument). I'm actually arguing that Cas pre-decided, without an actual conversation or input from Dean or clarification of what he might think if all the cards were on the table, that a relationship with Dean was impossible. What he wanted was something he could never have. So he specifically did not communicate his feelings. Instead, he slotted himself into Dean's life in a very specific way—and it wasn't in a romantic way (move over, "Dean needs to pull his head out of his ass" truthers—your ideas aren't just patronizing—they're wrong—hope this helps <3). Cas intentionally slotted himself into Dean's life such that he was Dean's guardian, ready to be martyred in his name to achieve sainthood. The object of his affections was Dean Winchester though, not Moloch, so that blood offering wasn't smelling super tasty to his god of choice... and Cas never did quite get that part—that every single one of his blood offerings smelled less like tasty morsels of bacon and pie and more like repeatedly stacking proof that Dean Winchester is poison and anyone who falls in love with him slated for a violent horrible death... his touch is worse than Midas's.

#mail #this is a runaway train sorry #and cas is my best friend #season 8 #benny #the very touch of you corrupts

[uncanny-tranny]

i was wondering if you had any advice on dealing with dysphoria? mines been getting worse lately, especially chest, and i feel shitty about things i never even used to. like specifically my face shape and like general way it looks, i literally never used to get any dysphoria about it and now its like happening kinda often. i have no idea why its happening and like no masc makeup or anything is really working. so yeah any advice you have would be awesome.

I'm going to be honest, it's perfectly normal to have these sorts of things happen, even if there's no "reason" or nothing seems to work. I want to preface with that because it's really important to realize that sometimes this happens, and it isn't your fault.

The things that might work for you may look different than what I or others do, too, and that is completely fine. Do whatever you find most beneficial. I'm not an expert and I the things I suggest have worked for me and a few others, but that by no means means that you have to do them.

Here are a few things I have done:

Covering mirrors, especially before showers

On the topic of showers, being sure to have a barrier (e.g. washcloth, loofah) between your hands and your body soap

Wearing clothes that are the least dysphoria-heavy or clothing that fits in ways that don't trigger more negative emotions (I found baggier clothing helps me both dysphoria-wise and in general)

Making sure all your emotions about this go somewhere, like a journal. Basically, have a place for you to process everything you feel. I've got old journals filled with entries that are just rambling about how I felt about being pre-transition. It didn't solve the issue, but it did give me an outlet where I could articulate exactly what I felt, so I wasn't as confused or lost by emotions I couldn't process through.

Finding healthy ways that invest in yourself, physically and mentally. I've found that when I am kept occupied with things that make me feel fulfilled, I am able to process through those negative feelings. It doesn't mean you run away from them, and you can certainly still feel dysphoric as hell after, and that is okay, but it means that you fill your life with a variety of experiences.

Surround yourself with a variety of different people and bodies. This one really helped me out personally, just because seeing other people who look just like me was really eye-opening and made me realize that I'm not uniquely less masc or whatever else

Don't discount how you feel. Give yourself as much space as you need to understand where you're coming from, and let yourself feel everything you are able. It's okay to feel a variety of emotions. They are neutral at worst.

This one is best done after you feel a bit better, but I've found learning about my dysphoria triggers really helped me understand how I was feeling and why I got in a bad spot. It's helpful to know exactly what can make symptoms worse or less manageable.

I hope I didn't overwhelm you with these points. Dysphoria fucking sucks sometimes, and I just want to offer you the knowledge that you aren't alone in your experiences. I hope something here may make you think about what works for you specifically. There isn't a universal answer to how dysphoria works in others, and I just want you to know that if you find something wildly different that helps, that is okay. I just hope you are safe and okay. My best regards go to you, I wish you peace. If anybody else wants to share some of their own tips, that would be lovely, too, because having multiple different ideas is a great thing.

#ask #anon #trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #dysphoria tw #long post #just in case 💛

[jedibongrip]

WHO LET THIS MAN IN THE JEDI ORDER PLEASE, also a little mind break never hurt anyone 👀👀👀

>:3c

under the cut cuz these ones are more ns4w

who let this man in the jedi order is where, instead of picking obi-wan to be his padawan after bandomeer, qui-gon decides that obi really isnt suited to the jedi way or to hard labour. and since he's a little stewjoni beauty (ie.. puthy), qui gon helps set him up as an apprentice in a ~ pleasure parlour ~ on a core or middle rim planet. the fact that he visits from time to time to check on his progress well... no one else has to know, especially when obi-wan is well trained enough that he can test out and see how well the training has paid off. it'll come to a climax (excuse the pun) when qui-gon visits obi wan with... his padawan, a handsome man, about to be knighted. (of course, all these years, qui gon told obi-wan that he simply didnt want a padawan or wasnt allowed. and now obi wan has to service the boy who got what obi wan dreamed of, to be trained as a jedi under qui gon.) i havent decided how this ends lmao if its cute or angsty or perhaps even... obi wan gets to go ape shit. idk. this one is all outline atm, so no snippet to offer :( but i'll take suggestions for sex acts that ppl want included in it lmao

a little mindbreak never hurt anyone is going to be my BABY i can already tell. it's an a/b/o fic where, following (a slightly altered events of) mustafar, alpha obi-wan bonds with omega anakin, and through various means (force suggestions, weird omegaverse bond logic etc) basically induces some form of amnesia in anakin, basically to make him forget that he fell. anakin (who lost both legs and suffered some burns) thinks he had some terrible accident at the end of the war, and though he forgets a lot of things and is often confused, he has a wonderful life now. he has three wonderful children, a nice home in the midrim where people don't talk about the war, he gets to take care of his home all day. except he keeps having weird thoughts and urges and for the first time since he can remember, his alpha can't fix it. basically it'll be a lot of feminization, weird sex, and yes, mind fuckery as obi-wan tries to keep anakin in the light through dick, children, and suburbia

snippet:

After a second, Obi-Wan looks at him, and the hard look behind his eyes melt away. His fingers start moving again and he smiles. “Oh, dear one, I know what this is.”

“You do?” Anakin asks, hopeful. If his alpha knows what’s wrong, then he can fix it. Obi-Wan nods, leans down and presses a kiss to Anakin’s temple. It makes him feel warmer, fuzzier.

“Of course, darling. You’re getting empty nest syndrome much too early again.” He chuckles as Anakin frowns and shakes his head.

“What? No… No, it’s not that.”

“Of course it is, Anakin. You were just like this when the twins turned three, remember?” Anakin does remember. He remembers how, whenever he had a moment to himself, he felt… angry. How Obi-Wan started pre-slicing food for Anakin after seeing how he would stare at the kitchen knives. How he would get lost in his own head for hours, ignorant to his babies asking for their mommy to play with them or get them a snack or bathe them. How he had uncontrollable fantasies of leaving, abandoning his mate, his children, and his peaceful life to… do something, go somewhere far away. It scared him. And… Obi-Wan fixed it, stopped those confusing and hurtful thoughts by giving him another baby. “This started when you started weening Rey, right?”

Shyly, Anakin nods. She’s only two, but she transitioned to solid foods much faster than the twins, often refusing Anakin’s milk in favour of her favourite snacks. It… hurt, a little, when his darling baby rejected him, crying instead for fruits or eggs or oatmeal. Obi-Wan gives him another soft smile. “Well, there you have it. Your baby is getting bigger and you miss having a little thing on your tit all day.” A hand reaches over and palms Anakin’s full breast. He gasps, arching his back, pressing into the pressure. “Less than three years since I bred you last and you’re already aching for it. Aren’t you, sweet omega?”

Anakin’s head is cloudy with want, with need. He is aching, yearning, desperate for… a baby, apparently. Yes, he wants another baby. He wants his alpha to give him another baby to take care of, to love, another being whose entire universe revolves around Anakin. Now that he knows, the thought consumes him. He whines, pressing himself more fully against his alpha.

“Please,” he begs, learning up to pepper kisses against Obi-Wan’s neck, pressing his tits against his chest. “Please, Obi-Wan, alpha, I want it.”

“It?” Obi-Wan teases.

“Fuck, a baby, another one. Want you to breed me again, fuck me full. Always want to be full of your kids.” Now that he’s said it, Anakin finds it to be true. He always wants his mate’s babies in him, around him, on his hip or on his breast. He wants to raise a little army of Obi-Wan’s children.

Obi-Wan groans and presses a sloppy kiss against Anakin’s mouth. His broad hand continues to paw at and pinch his sensitive nipples. “Such a sweet omega,” he whispers. “So good for me. Of course I’ll give you another baby, another kit. I’ll give you anything, Anakin. Anything to keep you sweet and happy.”

#bongrip answers #ask games #bongrip ideas