#// if ur wondering what kind of person grey is

[mysterycitrus]

I know a lot of ppl ask u abt jason or dick but im wondering now, what do u think about bruce? I find him a very interesting character whose characterization is incredibly feeble, both bc of his 80 years of history and the tendency writers have to project their own male fantasies on him. So i'd definitely love to hear ur own thoughts about him. I personally enjoy depicting him as someone morally grey, although my sympatization for him changes day to day. Wether you think he is a good or a bad person, i believe u need to make him dedicated to gotham and the bat as a symbol, and that comes with all its advantages and drawbacks

bruce wayne is sooooo interesting (derogatory) because like u said, he carries the baggage of every masochismo author that decided batman was too woke and should hurt his kids and that supporting gotham’s infrastructure is for pussies. there’s also the flipside of that, where he’s the perfect father who’s waaaay too emotionally regulated for my taste. both of these interpretations are bad imo, and both functionally miss the point.

i think part of this (in fandom) is an obsession with moral angst — u can either be a good person doing good things, or a bad person doing bad things. think about how some characters are crucified while others are babied. someone always has to be absolutely right, and the other has to be absolutely wrong.

in reality, there are a lot of people who are fundamentally kind and fundamentally want to do good that are really terrible to the people in their lives. bruce wayne being someone who relies on having so much control that it implodes his connections to the people around him is an important part of his character. his profound love for his children, for gotham and her people, for humanity in general and his belief in peoples ability to change, doesn’t circumvent the fact that he’s often an emotionally abusive man who hurts others to achieve his own ends. he contains multitudes.

writing him as a functionally irredeemable, violently abusive person is the anti-thesis to the symbol that he himself created. no, i personally don’t believe he actively beats his kids (even though it’s supported in the text). no, i don’t think he’s an irredeemable sadist (as much as frank miller wants u to believe otherwise). to have people like dick grayson and diana and clark and dinah love and believe in u means that there has to be something there worth caring about, otherwise the whole universe is gonna fall apart.

that’s what makes his relationship to cass so interesting — he sees his neuroticism, his dedication to the cause above all else, and does not find it admirable. he finds it confronting and upsetting. and to be clear, cass (like dick) is very much the moral ideal of what batman should be, but still bruce finds it hard to deal with!!

his abject failures — his treatment of the robins, his crippling guilt about jason, his fears of becoming a killer, the impossible load he gives himself to carry — means that when he’s shown as someone who genuinely cares, it makes him more complex. like yeah, bruce isn’t actually a cold hearted person. he really really gives a shit. too many shits, to be totally honest. he’s a morally grey person that wants to do good, but is so terrified of losing control that he keeps others away and hurts them in the process. there’s a reason why his emotional crutch was a traumatised eight year old fr. nothing is more important than the mission, including bruce wayne himself

[izgnanik-a]

Some more trans Ghoap? Previous fic link here

Thank you to the lovely anon who loved it so much to send me an ask for more in the funniest way. I love that you loved it.

Cw: mutual pining, sexual tension, fingering, toys, semi-public sex, more frotting, slight dom/sub, Johnny’s a pleasure dom, ftm!Simon

// Don’t like?? Don’t read // MDNI //

Having Johnny’s number meant the ball was in Simon’s court to contact him. He gave him his number because they’d had a good night, a great night even, though it was embarrassingly short.

Simon ran through his thoughts the morning soon after, realizing he probably seemed so pathetic. Cumming from humping this guy with clothes on, and then falling asleep??

He needed to move out of town ASAP.

Simon let a few days pass, anxiously eyeing the note every time he’d sit in his living room, or even staring at it from the kitchen. He’d stand at the counter, eyeing the vibrant thing until it imprinted into his mind.

What harm would come from texting Johnny back? He obviously showed interest in Simon, regardless of their night together.

And they hadn’t even gotten to the good part where Johnny’s hands would be all over him. Didn’t even get to the part where Johnny’s mouth was supposed to run through the folds of his cunt.

Fucking idiot.

Simon finally sat at the coffee table, a full week later, the night of the club event again, sticky note in hand, phone in the other. He contemplated if any of this was a good idea; bringing a stranger to his own apartment was risky but so was going to someone’s house.

But he was apparently desperate, and had no other options but a big Scottish guy who was a dirty talker and good with shoving his tongue down Simon’s throat.

He input the number into his contacts, sitting with a draft message open in front of him. He didn’t know what to say. Sup? Hey? It’s Simon? Nothing. He was so embarrassed by their last encounter that he would rather never show his face at the club again, never call.

Simon bit his tongue as he sent a shotty text of hey, and stared at the screen. He’d make himself a cup of tea, take a shower, let the message linger before he’d return to it.

The moment his hand touched the kettle —

DING.

He stared across the room to his phone on the table from the kitchen doorway. He clutched his hands into fists before moving for it. Staring at the lock screen, he eyed the message.

Took u long enough.

Simon paused, plucking it up. Do you even know if you’re texting the right person? He watched the bubbles appear and disappear.

I’m sure I am. ;)

Simon began to wonder just how many people Johnny had wooed like this at the club. How many people had fallen in Simon’s exact steps. There was technically no ulterior motive besides getting fucked — so there was no harm in playing the game, right?

Simon humored. Okay then — what color are my eyes?

There was a long pause, long enough for Simon’s kettle to whistle. His phone chirped.

Blue.

Lucky guess. Simon sat down on the couch. Half of England has blue eyes.

Then don’t ask stupid questions. Ur smarter than this. He replied.

Simon was taken aback. Johnny was blunt, but not overly critical. Maybe this wasn’t Johnny. He leaned forward in his seat. Fine. He sent. What’d we do when we left the club?

It would come out in truth whether or not Johnny was a one person at a time kind of guy, or if he really thought that Simon was just some stupid bloke.

We went back to urs, and u fucked urself on my hip. I told u how much of a good boy u were, and u came in ur pants before I could eat u out.

Simon didn’t want to show his face at the club so he skipped this week. He received a text from Johnny asking where he was, when he had lied and said he was going out with a friend, he had received a “ :( “ and “ be safe .”

The next day he received a good morning text and a soft looking selfie from Johnny; the orange hue of sunlight came in through his bedroom, dark grey sheets and blankets, his hair ruffled, sleep in his eyes. He was shirtless, tattoos creeping where the camera couldn’t fully see. But Simon outlined the roundness of his cheeks, the cushion of his chest, the absolute beauty of this man.

God — he could touch himself raw.

He sent a flimsy good morning message back, and proceeded with his day. Dinner came, and Johnny sent another photo. He was sat by candlelight, face red, and a wine glass in front of him being the culprit. His chin was leaned on his palm, pouty frown on his face.

Wish u were here.

Simon felt flushed. This man was lusting after him, and he was just feeding Johnny scraps. What would he even do if he had Johnny in front of him again?

Simon sent, how much have you had to drink?

Enough. Came back almost too quickly.

Are you driving home? Simon wondered who Johnny had gone out with. Was it with his friends? Another date? Another—?

Another date would have to reference to having gone on a date with Johnny. Simon hadn’t ever gone out with him. Only used him as a scratching post to get his rocks off.

Came with friends. Still wish u were here.

Simon started to think if he did something heroic, like showing up to where Johnny was, sweeping him into his arms, and took him home — would it get him laid.

He shouldn’t be so selfish. The man was drunk off wine. He wouldn’t take advantage of him like that.

Lmk when you get home safe. Simon sent and let his phone ding for the rest of the night. He regretted doing so when he woke up.

Waking up to drunk messages from Johnny was a handful to sort through. Half written messages, horribly written ones, and a singular photo.

Simon’s mouth was dry; Johnny was laying on his bed, shirt shucked up between his teeth, the bottom of a tattoo under his pecs showing. The hairy expanse of his stomach and happy trail showing, pants unbuttoned and pulled open to show his briefs. Johnny’s hand was holding the bulge of his cock in his pants.

The message underneath read wish u were here bad.

Simon felt his cunt throbbing perversely. He felt all urges to leave the house vanish, and all he wanted to do was touch himself like Johnny was in the photo.

It had been the last thing Johnny sent, but there wasn’t much thought to why. Simon contemplated but didn’t fight himself long before he was moving for his bedroom, unbuckling his button, and pulling the curtains over the windows before sliding his pants off.

He grabbed his silicon dildo from his closet along with his lube, situating himself up by the pillows before pouring a drizzle of lube on his fingers. He slipped his fingers between his thighs, already warm and soft under his touch. He kept the photo on his screen as he touched his clit, glancing over when he lost focus on why he’d been so bothered.

He imagined it was Johnny touching him, but he wouldn’t be so desperate and quick. Johnny would praise him, run his hands up and down his thighs as he shoved his tongue down his throat. He’d makeout with Simon until he was throbbing in his jeans, grinding himself into Simon’s hot cunt, and still refuse Simon relief.

He wouldn’t aggressively rub Simon’s clit. He’d run his fingers over his mons, along his outer lips and work his way down. Maybe he’d even eat Simon out. He’d get so cock drunk that he wouldn’t even put his fingers into Simon until he was begging him, writhing, squeezing his face between his thighs. He go at it for hours.

He wouldn’t keep shoving his cock head into Simon’s cunt to the point where it was burning. He’d make sure Simon was gushing pre before lubing himself up, and he’d play with Simon’s clit. Tease him with his tip, pushing it between his folds, and running it back over his mons. Just making a mess.

Then he’d lean over, whisper sweet things in his ear as he was pushing in.

“You’re doing so well for me. Such a sweet boy.”

“So soft. I can’t stand the way you feel under my hands. It’s too good.”

“I wish you could see the way you’re taking me. Splitting open on my cock, panting so hard, and I haven’t even gotten all of it in.”

“I love the way you clench when I play with your clit. Pushing yourself on my cock to take the rest of it. So greedy.”

“Such a good boy for me. Only for me. Say it, sweet thing. You’re mine, aren’t you? Yeah?”

Simon fucked himself down on his dildo as he rubbed his clit, eyes shut, mouth open, grinding until it pushed up against his front wall, lighting up stars in his eyes.

“That’s it. Good boy. Of course you needed something to grind up against. Be sweet for me and cum, using me as a toy to get off.”

Simon moaned painfully as he orgasmed, sitting on the full length of his dildo as he slumped down on his shoulders and knees. He grimaced as he dragged his fingers over his clit to feel the lingering shock of his orgasm. Like the masochist he was, he kept rubbing until he was jerking away from his own touch.

Sliding until he was belly down on the bed, he pressed his forehead into the sheets as he took deep breaths. Dildo abandoned behind him, covered in lube and his own excrements.

All his time was becoming occupied with obsessing over this man, over this Scottish devil who teased him and praised him. He should feel sick for doing such ludicrous acts.

But he couldn’t bring himself to take the shame he was being handed.

The photo was left without another word. No acknowledgment that it ever happened. Come the night of the queer event, and Simon was sitting in his seat with a drink in hand. He knew Johnny would come, because he’d asked, practically begged him for an answer, and he was jittery with nerves.

He’d jerked off more times than necessary to Johnny’s photo, a teasing non-nude photo, the prerequisite of promised sex. There would be no slowing down when Simon got his hands on that man. He’d tear him apart in the bathroom stall if he had to.

Simon couldn’t see the front door so he was left to wonder if Johnny was really coming. Would he come? Would he treat Simon differently? Would he cling to Simon, keep him under his arm, and drag him this way and that way all night? Or would he just take Simon to some quiet spot and finish what he was promised?

Simon was lost in thought as a crowd was closing in on the other side of the bar. He looked up from his drink.

From across the bar, the low LED lights underneath painted the high points of Johnny’s face in red, like some lucrative predator. He kept his eyes on Simon, making sure his prey didn’t run off before he could sink his teeth in.

The air felt electric, and Simon was buzzing again.

All he could think about was the photo, and the desperate ache of Simon’s thighs every night he rode his poor dildo.

Johnny rounded the bar, and Simon tried to brace his dignity before Johnny yanked it out from under his feet. His hand slid along the back of Simon’s shoulders before it wrapped around his waist, his chest pressed to his spine, cheek to Simon’s neck. The hug was as intimate as fucking was, but it was careful, stomping the line between friends and fuck buddies.

“Hel-lo sailor.” Johnny purred against the side of Simon’s face, giving a chaste kiss to his cheek before pulling himself aside. Not far enough to give Simon space, but enough to press his chest to Simon’s arm, facing him while standing between the bar stools. “You’re here early.”

“Spying on me?”

“No.” Johnny trailed off with a seductive smirk, sliding into the seat beside Simon, still facing him. His thighs bracketing Simon’s body. “What’re you drinking?”

“Vodka.”

“In a weekday?” Johnny guffawed. “I didn’t know you were the type.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

Johnny smiled, leaning in on the back of Simon’s chair. “Oh yeah? Care to share?” He hovered in Simon’s space, and he was just choking on his spit.

Simon watched him peer at his lips, and back up to his eyes. “Got a light?”

Johnny was all hands and tongue and teeth. His body was plush up against Simon’s, keeping him pinned up against some stranger’s car in the dark of the parking lot.

Simon let his head tip back against the roof of the car as Johnny bit all along his throat, mouthing and nipping along his collar. Simon gasped as Johnny managed to get a thigh between his legs, searching until he got the right angle and—

Simon whined out loudly, like a kicked puppy, and clenched his mouth shut when Johnny pressed down on him.

“Feels that good, huh?” Johnny pressed his smiling lips to Simon’s cheek, holding the other side of his face. “Go on, ride it like last time.”

Simon’s face was hot red. He was driven by carnal desire and nothing more. He couldn’t explain why his thoughts left him. All he knew was how to listen.

And grind he did.

Simon gripped the back of Johnny’s neck, pressing his cheek to his bicep, and grinding his clothed cunt until he felt raw. Until his hips were giving desperate humps, meeting Johnny’s hips before bumping the side of the car.

Johnny’s hands were soothing down his back, over his hips, guiding him, and slipping into his back pockets to cup his ass. He found amusement in Simon’s empty headed lust.

His lips pressed up against Simon’s ear. “Do you want my help?” He hummed, crushing Simon’s body to the cool glass of the car again. He collected Simon’s face in his hands, looking into his eyes. “You want my hands?”

Simon panted over his wet mouth, clarifying finding him in moments of need. “Yes.”

“Yeah?” Johnny smiled, “Unbuckle your pants for me.”

Simon gulped, licking his lips, and let his hands fist in Johnny’s shirt at his sides. “Not here.”

Johnny glanced around, and shoved his hand in his pocket between them to find his car keys. He unlocked his car, underneath Simon, and reached for the handle. “Inside.”

They shuffled into the small backseat, bumping into each other within the confined space, and Simon ended up straddling over Johnny’s lap.

“I think I liked outside better.” Johnny joked, kissing Simon into silence. His hands smoothed along his thighs, squeezing his ass. “But this is fine too.”

Simon kissed down Johnny’s throat, biting his neck as he did, and kissed his collar before there was a hand in his hair bringing him up again.

“I like kissing you.” Johnny said.

“Then stop talking.”

Johnny smiled, one hand dragging underneath Simon’s shirt. “But I want to have my mouth on other parts of you.”

Simon gave a high sigh when Johnny kissed him again. Simon ran his hands down Johnny’s chest to his stomach. Teasing at his belly, feeling his happy trail, and waistband.

Johnny gazed up at him with soft eyes, “You can unbuckle my pants if you’d like.” He whispered.

“Why would I want to do that?” Simon teased.

“Maybe you’re curious.”

Simon scoffed. “Curious?”

“Because I didn’t send you the photo I wanted to the other night.”

Simon felt hot, maybe it was because the air in the car was growing thicker or because Johnny was a literal heater under him.

“You never text me back.” Johnny smirked.

“What was I supposed to say?” Simon huffed.

“A compliment would have been nice.”

“You come off as cocky, you know that?”

Johnny hummed as he leaned in to kiss Simon’s mouth again, reaching between them to unbutton his own pants. The sound of his zipper slipping down made both men look down between them. Johnny leaned back in his seat. “You next.”

Simon hesitated. Sat in the lap of a very hungry beast, he hated to steal its dinner. “There’s something I have to say first.”

“Okay.” Johnny sat closer, putting his hands on Simon’s hips.

Before Johnny’s mouth could silence him, he shouted into the hot silence. “I’m trans!”

Both men stared at each other at the intrusive utterance.

Simon felt his heart suddenly shifting to blare in his ears when Johnny stared up at him. He felt like his breath was too loud, panting too heavy, holding Johnny too softly.

“Okay.” Johnny said plainly. And his hands began petting Simon again, smoothing up and down his waist. “Do you want me to stop?”

Simon didn’t even answer. He was launched by the reassuring question, sinking his mouth into Johnny’s again. He unbuttoned his pants, desperately trying to shove them lower so he could get his underwear down enough.

The dripping smell of his hot cunt filled the space, making Johnny seem less interested than he was.

Simon’s hands were collecting one of Johnny’s off his hip, bringing it to his stomach, dragging downward to his thighs. He panted over Johnny’s mouth as he took his sweet time to Simon’s cunt.

He had a teasing twinkle in his eyes when he parted his fingers, deliberately touching Simon’s pubic hair and outer labia instead of his warmer tip.

Simon grit his teeth, gripping Johnny’s wrist. “Just fucking do it already.” He growled.

“I can’t help it. I like the way you look.”

And Simon must’ve looked like a freak; pants pulled down under his cunt, half way sitting in Johnny’s lap, half straining his thighs as he arched his ass back between the seats. His head bumping the ceiling, hands clutched Johnny’s body like some soul eating creature.

Simon relished the moment Johnny’s two fingers were closing around his swollen tip, gently tugging and stroking him between his fingers. Simon fucked into hand, panting and shaking as he held himself up.

Johnny clutched the bottom of his jaw, making him look into his eyes as he played with his tip. “Look at you. Sweet—sweet boy. You’re so big in my hands. Practically drooling into my palm.”

Simon tried to tuck his face down but Johnny kept him firm.

“You’ve been like this all night?” He pulled Simon’s face in, ghosting his tongue along his bottom lip. “Poor thing. Were you thinking about the photo? Would you like to know what got me hot that night?”

Simon whined as Johnny cupped him, nulling his chances of grinding against his palm.

Johnny mouthed in his ear. “I was thinking about eating you out, all night. And I couldn’t stop thinking about you absolutely loving it.”

Simon began moaning desperately, muffling it into Johnny’s shoulder as Johnny rubbed his palm against Simon’s clit. His fingers rubbing past his hole, making an absolute mess of him. He rocked his hips against Johnny’s every stroke, breath getting higher and higher.

“There you go. Make a mess of me, sweet thing.” Johnny held the back of Simon’s head, keeping his lips on his cheek. “I’ll suck you off dry and then maybe you can fuck me.”

Simon was seeing black spots in his vision as his eyes were rolling back. He clutched to Johnny’s wrist as he whined in agony, orgasming the hardest he has alone, and still forcing himself to grind against Johnny’s stagnant hand until he was crying from overstimulation.

He felt his cunt throbbing, his head pounding, and—Johnny’s soft hand on his thigh. He soothed his hand up to his hip, and down to where his jeans cut off access. Then up again. He didn’t usher Simon along, didn’t redirect him to a more comfortable spot yet, just soaking in the blissful moment.

Simon moved first. Sitting his bare ass on the backseat, his knees resting in Johnny’s lap, head against the glass of the door. He shut his eyes, parched again. His pants were still tangled around his thighs.

Johnny squeezed his calves softly.

Watching him, Johnny made no effort to get Simon out of his car. He was quite content with squeezing up and down Simon’s calves, rubbing his thumb into each ankle, and up to his thighs. He gave him a soft look before smiling, his thumb stroking the skin of his thigh underneath.

“Why do you do that?” Simon asked.

“Do what?”

“Touch me.”

“I like to.”

“You’re always touching me.”

“I like to.”

“Why?”

Johnny shrugged. “You’re attractive. Though your humor is really dry.”

“Alright.” Simon began tugging his pants up. “Times up. I won’t be insulted by you.”

Johnny laughed, leaning over to trap Simon against the door with a kiss. He smiled down at him, “I like you.”

Simon glanced between his eyes with bewilderment. “You don’t know me.”

“I want to.”

Simon shook his head softly. For a man who just got a handjob, he really was something else. Maybe he was always this dumb, or maybe it was just the endorphins. Johnny liked that.

“I’m a really good cook.” Johnny insisted.

“I bet you’re a lousy cook.”

“Let me cook for you, and we’ll see.”

“What if it’s a flop?”

“Then we stick to handjobs in parking lots.” Johnny stated.

“I’m not doing this in your backseat again.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

Johnny stared down at Simon, smile slowly growing more and more on his face.

“You’re unattractive when you smile.” Simon lied.

“You’re attractive when you cum. I want to see you do it again.”

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[rfxiii]

Oooo, I know Christmas is coming up soon and I was wondering. Can u do one where fem reader and Trevor r under a mistletoe and they do more than just kiss?

I luv ur work!

(tysm for the request and kind words. I love your idea and had a lot of fun writing it! I hope it’s what you wanted, and if not feel free to send me a request to fix anything! <3)

TW: smut

Word Count: 3645

Trevor Philips And Fem!S/O Under A Mistletoe🎄:

It’s a rarity for Amanda to let you all over to the house- or to let Trevor over at all. But Christmas will be here in only a few short days and it seems the festive spirit has become contagious enough to have her growing more generous. You’d been surprised when Michael had called you out of the blue, inviting you and Trevor over for a party on the condition that you kept him from getting too….rowdy. You were excited, honestly. It had been a while since you’d all gotten together, and what better place to do it than the beautiful De Santa home?

You’d spent days after Michael’s call coaching Trevor on how to behave without getting himself thrown out and ruining the party. He was smart, he knew how to act. But something about Amanda awakened this awful little gremlin in his brain that insisted he did everything he could to antagonize her. He promises, over and over, that he’ll behave. And really, you love him, but you have your doubts.

He spends the night with you the day before the party. You tell him it’d be easier than picking him up or having him meet you here later in the afternoon. But frankly, you want to make sure he shows up at least wearing clean clothes and having showered. His outlandish outfits and lack of personal hygiene really don’t faze you anymore. But you don’t want to give Amanda any excuse to make a comment that’ll set him off and spur on an argument. You love Trevor, and you really do enjoy hanging out with Amanda when she and Trevor aren’t bickering. But god is it hard to keep the two of them in the same room without there being bloodshed.

You’ve just finished with your makeup and hair, exiting the bathroom in just your underwear as you mindlessly stride into the bedroom to locate the dress you’d bought for the occasion. It’s there that you find him, sprawled out across the bed, lounging in a way that’s so comically staged you almost laugh. Almost. But he’s dressed in that perfectly tailored, black suit and that dark grey, dress shirt that hugs his lean torso in all the right places, and suddenly all of your teasing and laughter dies on your tongue.

Fuck, is he hot!

He’s clearly thinking the same as you are. A sharp, lewd smirk twists his chapped lips while his eyes rake down your barely clothed body. And when his slimy tongue juts out from behind his teeth and licks his lips like he’s looking at the most delicious meal he’s ever had presented to him, you nearly melt. He sees the way you flush, how you not so discreetly let your gaze travel his body and appreciate him in the suit you’d picked out. He sits up slowly, pushing to his feet and strutting across the room the way a predator stalks its prey. It’s only when he’s right in front of you, with his calloused, cracked hands gripping your bare hips, that he finally speaks to you, “Ya like what ya see, sugar? Cuz I know I fuckin’ do. Wha’da’ya say we ditch Mikey’s party and I show you twice as much fun here at home?”

You’re tempted, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t. But you’d been looking forward to this for over a week, and you’re not about to let temptation ruin all your plans. You slide your hands from his chest up to loop your arms around his neck, pressing your nearly nude body against his fully clothed one and pulling him down until your lips nearly blush, “And have everyone miss out on how sexy you look? I don’t think so, Trev. But if you’re good at the party tonight you can come home and…unwrap one of your presents early.” you coos teasingly, peppering featherlight kisses to the corner of his lips.

Trevor’s grin grows almost Cheshire Cat wide, his cracked fingernails biting into the soft skin of your hips while he pulls you impossibly closer, “You always know just what to say to get your way, sugertits.” he growls softly against your ear, “Alright! Hurry up and get dressed. Faster we go, the faster we can get home!”

You bite back a giggle at his words, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and stepping back to finally get dressed. You’re still excited to go to the party and see all your friends, but the idea of getting home tonight was even more exhilarating.

It takes you just a little longer to get ready, then almost twenty minutes in the liquor store trying to talk Trevor out of buying cheap, high volume whiskey and to stick to the list of things you’d already pre-decided on. And by the time you finally arrive at Michael’s, you’re nearly thirty minutes late.

You ring the doorbell once, waiting patiently to be let inside. But after less than thirty seconds of silence, Trevor is rhythmically, impatiently ringing the doorbell and aggressively pounding on the door until Michael snatches it open with an unimpressed glare, “Shoulda known it was you, T.” he scoffs, stepping aside to let the two of you in before he addresses you politely with a genuine smile, “You look really nice tonight.”

“Thanks, Mikey! Who knew you could give an honest compliment?” Trevor butts in, wrapping an arm around Michael’s shoulder and shaking him almost violently.

Michael scoffs in annoyance, shaking off Trevor’s arm with an annoyed scowl, “Yeah, I didn’t mean you, T. I meant (y/n). But at least it seems like she got you to shower.” he taunts with as much good nature as the relationship between the duo will allow.

You giggle softly, trying to defuse any argument as you take Trevor’s hand and lean into his side, “Call it a Christmas miracle, I guess.” The teasing seems to work as Michael laughs heartily and Trevor lets out an amused scoff at his own expense. He’s always taken better to your jokes than teasing from anyone else.

Michael ushers you both fully inside, closing the door behind you and generously offering to take the light jacket you’d opted to wear over your dress. From the corner of your eye you spot Trevor staring, his gaze trailing down to your exposed cleavage that’s tastefully revealed by the low cut neckline. He doesn’t even bother to break away his staring when Michael begins talking to him and trying to lead him off to the living room. He’s practically drooling.

“Trev!” you whisper sharply, nudging his shoulder and giving him a disbelieving smirk, “Real subtle.. Hold it together until we’re home, huh?”

“Don’t blame me, sugar. You look good enough to eat.” Trevor practically growls. Thankfully, he’s being quiet about his lustful teasing, but any unheard whispers are immediately given away by the face he’s giving you. He looks practically ready to jump you right here in the entryway.

“Hey, T! You hear me? Come on.” Michael calls, waving the both of you into the living room and breaking up the heavy tension between the two of you. You trail behind Trevor with your fingers laced together, him pulling you along at a quick pace- but even in your heels you’re more than used to keeping up with his long stride.

The De Santa house has always been beautiful, but with the amount of decorations set up tonight it looks absolutely breathtaking. You’d have Amanda, and maybe Tracey, to thank for that. You know for sure the only effort Michael put in was potentially going to the liquor store to buy the booze, and all Jimmy had contributed was staying out of the way, in his room playing video games. You’re still honestly surprised Amanda had agreed to have you all in her nice house, and you’re sure she’s probably still on edge praying that Trevor doesn’t get too rowdy and destroy anything. You’ll have to keep him in check tonight- especially after she’s put in this much effort to make the party so nice.

Everyone was here, and honestly you’re shocked to see almost all of your friends under the same roof like this.

Amanda is in the kitchen with Tracey making them both drinks while Amanda fights back Lester to stop him sticking his bare hands into the chips and dip. Lamar has himself seated on the huge living room couch with his feet on the coffee table like he owns the place. Franklin sits at Lamar’s side, much more respectful with his feet on the ground and a glass of whiskey in his hand. Jimmy is lingering by Franklin and Lamar, trying his best to get their attention with his awkward jokes and embarrassingly offensive slang. You even catch sight of Wade wandering hesitantly into the kitchen to ask Tracey where the beer is. Trevor had told you, before you’d even left, that Ron refused to come- still harboring some paranoid, bad blood about Michael. But, despite the lack of Sandy Shores resident conspiracy theorist, all of you and Trevor’s closest people were here tonight. It was honestly nice seeing everyone again.

“Ay, Trevor, (y/n)!” Franklin greets from across the room- a giddy, slightly drunk grin on his lips as waves to the both of you.

“Heeey! Crazy dude! What’s good, loco?!” Lamar shouts in time with Franklin- shooting you a playful wink before being pulled back into whatever Jimmy was trying to say to him.

You giggle softly, pressing a kiss to Trevor’s cheek and ushering him off to hang out with Michael and Franklin, “I’m gonna go see Mandy. Be good, ok?” you tease, letting your hands gently brush down the lapels of his blazer and feel the lean muscle under your palms, “And play nice~”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! I got it, sugertits! Go have your girl time.” Trevor smirks, delivering a firm slap to your ass as you turn away toward the kitchen. You bit back a yelp, scowling at him over your shoulder when you hear Lamar whoop out a teasing catcall at the display. You try to act annoyed. But after the way he’d been eyeing you up since before you’d even left home, you can’t say you didn’t feel your desire for him growing with every lingering look, every trace of his tongue against his chapped lips, and ever hushed, raspy purr of how good you look.

It’s going to be a long night- and so you inhale softly, straightening yourself up and striding off to find Amanda. Hopefully she can help take your mind off everything Trevor is so involuntarily doing to you.

The party gets on fast, and for a while you easily find yourself getting distracted talking to Amanda, and then getting wrapped up in some over dramatic, politically driven rant Lester gets on. But it’s when you’re in the middle of listening to Wade ramble about he and Chef’s latest bout of troublemaking that you look up and spot Trevor practically eye fucking you from across the room. He’s “talking” to Michael, or more ignoring him while Michael talks at him.

He’s sitting on the couch, legs spread wide with a beer in his hand as he rests his elbows on his knees and stares at you as you talk to Wade in the dining room. Trevor’s gaze rakes up your body, his dark eyes seeming more like he’s imagining what’s under your dress than actually looking at you. You let out a soft scoff, giving Trevor a subtle smirk and little roll of your eyes.

Your need for him is getting harder to ignore.

“Hey, Wade? Sorry to cut you off, but I’m gonna head to the bathroom. Alright?” you speak up, giving Wade’s shoulder a little squeeze as you shoot him an apologetic smile and skirt off to the bathroom upstairs. You just need a moment to breathe, to collect yourself, to focus on anything other than that smarmy grin and those dark, piercing eyes scanning your every move from across the room. You’re at the top of the stairs, about to head down the hall to the bathroom when strong arms wrap around your waist and warm, whiskey scented breath tickles against your ear.

“And where do ya think you're goin’, sugar?”

You choke back a gasp, grasping onto Trevor’s forearm and forcing your pounding heart to settle. Teeth nip at your exposed shoulder and large, calloused hands slide down your body and rest on your hips. You feel a little unsteady from the sudden movement, but you steady yourself against Trevor. His touch is like fire through your veins, making you crave more.

"Where do you think I'm going, T?" you ask breathlessly, arching into him. "Where do you want me to go?" you utter with a teasing grin.

Trevor pulls you closer, his erection pressing against your leg, and leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want you right here, sugar." he purrs darkly, his gaze darting up to the mistletoe strung up throughout the hallway. You bite back a giggle, pressing back against him as you realize what it is he’s wanting, “Go on then.. Kiss me, Trev.”

He spins you around, pinning you against the wall, and kisses you roughly, his tongue sliding into your mouth and tangling with yours. His free hand reaches up, tugs at your hair to pull you closer. The heat of his body presses against yours, and you can feel the hardness of his erection through your dress. As the kiss deepens, he slides a hand down between your legs, cupping you through your panties. You gasp into his mouth, arching your back as he expertly finds your clit. You feel the pressure building inside you, your body tightening with need.

"Trevor..." you whisper, your voice hoarse from desire.

He breaks the kiss, his gaze netting yours with a predatory glint in his eyes, and a wicked smile curves his lips. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, then leans in to kiss you again.

His hand between your legs moves faster, and you can feel the wetness soaking the fabric of your underwear. You arch your back, pressing yourself against his hand, needing more. You can feel his cock, hot and hard against your thigh, and you want him inside you. Now.

Trevor steps back, breaking the contact, and you whimper in frustration. "Come with me," he says, his voice rough with desire. He takes your hand and leads you down the hall, toward Michael’s room.

Once inside the room, he locks the door, then turns to you. His gaze travels over your body, taking in your form fitting dress, the way your breasts are pushed up and barely contained by the lace bra, the smooth expanse of your exposed skin, the lust in your eyes. He reaches out, dragging his rough fingers through your hair. "You're so fucking gorgeous," he breathes. He steps closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "And I want you. Right here, right now. But first..." He slides a hand up your back, and with practiced ease, unzips your dress, sliding it off your shoulders and down your body. Your breasts are finally free, the lace of your bra the only thing keeping them hidden. His hands cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra, kneading and squeezing, and you moan softly.

"Fuck, Trevor," you breathe, arching your back, wanting more.

His eyes are dark and intense, and you can feel the heat of his desire. With one swift movement, he yanks down your bra, releasing your breasts from their confines. "There," he says, leaning down to take one nipple into his mouth. "Good girl."

His tongue swirls around your sensitive bud, teasing and tormenting. His other hand slides down your body, hooking into the band of your underwear. With a firm tug, he pulls them down your hips and off, leaving you completely bare. "God, you're so wet," he murmurs, his fingers slipping against you and finding the slick heat that awaits him. His touch is gentle, teasing, as he circles your clit with the pad of his index finger.

You arch your back, trying to muffle your moans. The sensation is so intense, you feel like you could explode. "Please, Trevor," you whimper, your voice shaky with need. "I need you." And with a stern order, Trevor nods to the bed with a devilish smirk on his lips, “Lay down.”

He straightens up, reaching for his belt. In a fluid movement, he unbuckles it, unbuttons his pants, and pushes them and his underwear down his hips. His cock springs free, hard and throbbing. He crawls onto the bed, lowering himself on top of you. His hot skin presses against yours, and he guides his cock to your entrance.

"Are you ready for me, sugar?" he whispers, his breath hot against your neck. You nod frantically, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "Then take me," he growls, and with one powerful thrust, he's inside you.

He groans, burying his face in your neck as his cock stretches you, filling you completely. You gasp at the feeling of being so full, so claimed. Your nails scrape down his back, urging him to move.

He begins to move, his hips sliding against yours in a steady rhythm. His cock feels incredible inside you, and with each thrust, you feel him getting deeper, closer. His scarred hand cups your breast, massaging and pinching your nipple, and you arch your back, meeting his movements with your own.

The sounds of your bodies moving together fills the room, thankfully mingling your moans with the sounds of the party downstairs. Trevor's breath is hot against your ear, his words whispered in a rough growl. "You feel so good, sugar!” he whines. "You're so fuckin’ perfect."

His hips move faster, driving deeper inside you until you can feel the bed creaking from his force, and you arch your back in response, meeting his thrusts with equal desperation. The sensation is overwhelming, the heat between your legs building rapidly, threatening to consume you.

"Trevor," you whine, your voice shaking with desire. "I'm close!"

He groans, his fingers digging into your hips. "So am I!" He picks up the pace, his cock driving in and out of you in a frenzy. You feel the familiar tension building deep in your core, and with one final, powerful thrust, you're overcome with pleasure. Your body tightens around him, gripping his cock as your orgasm washes over you in waves.

"Ahh fuck!" you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Trevor! Oh my god!"

He growls, thrusting hard one final time as he follows you over the edge, his body tense and shuddering as he releases himself into you. Your combined moans fill the room, mingling with the sounds of the party downstairs as if they're the only two people in the world.

He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His weight feels impossibly smothering, but you welcome it, craving the feel of his skin against yours. His hot breath fans across your neck, and his hands roam possessively over your body, tracing patterns on your skin that make your heart race and your blood tingle.

"Fuck," he whispers, finally finding the air to speak. "That was-... I needed that after you were fuckin’ teasin’ me and shit all damn night.."

You smile up at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Me? Tease you? No way, Trev." you giggle softly.

He rolls off you, his softening cock slipping free from your body with a wet squelch. You feel a pang of loss as he slips out of you, but you're too overwhelmed by the afterglow to dwell on it for long. He lies beside you, propped up on one elbow, watching you with a mix of lust and affection.

"You're incredible, angel.." he says, running a hand through your hair. "I can't get enough of you."

You feel a blush creep up your neck and into your cheeks, but you don't look away. "I love you, T." you sigh, tracing a finger along his jawline, “I dunno about you but-“

He cuts you off with a kiss, deep and possessive. "Me too, sugar. Wanna get outta here?” he snickers, dragging his fingers through your hair.

“Let’s go! Just gimme a minute to clean up, and-“

The doorknob jiggles suddenly, clanking and rattling as the door shakes. “What the fuck?..” you hear muttering through the door, and your heart nearly stops. “Oh fuck no… T, you had better not be in my fuckin’ room!” Michael shouts, knocking loudly as you and Trevor scramble to pull on your clothes.

“Calm your tits, porkchop! It’s not like this bed has seen any action from you and Mandy lately anyways!” Trevor teasingly jeers as he pulls his pants back up his hips- graciously waiting for you to pull on your dress before pulling open the door and smirking at Michael.

“I should kick your ass! You’re lucky Amanda didn’t fucking find you! Gross…” Michael hisses, shoving Trevor out the door and refusing to make eye contact with you as a bright blush dusts his cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Don’t worry! We were goin’ anyways!” Trevor snickers, giving Michael a flippant wave as he struts off toward the stairs.

“Thanks for inviting us, Michael..” you mutter awkwardly, still unable and unwilling to look him in the eyes as you stagger slightly to catch up with Trevor.

“Yeah, Mikey! We had a great time!” Trevor cackles, shooting Michael a wink and leading you down the stairs- leaving a flustered, disgusted Michael in his wake.

He’d have to change those sheets before Amanda noticed.

[fluxweeed]

Hii, I just discovered your fics and am reading my way through them. Love, love, love the ones I’ve read so far.😊 I was just wondering what your favourite Draco is you’ve written, and what your fave Draco is in fics written by others? ☺️

ACK thank you!! what a question!! i've considered this v carefully and it turns out i have………a lot of thoughts. i will keep them under a cut so nobody is accosted with a full 700 words of my Draco Opinions 😂 so my quick answer is:

my fave draco i've written: the taste of țuică my fave draco ever: rookie moves by peu_a_peu

draco is an interesting one for me bc i don't really LIKE him? but i have sooo many feelings about him. really not sure i could summon the same fervour for harry, for example, who is my number one boy forever and always.

(i saw a thing once that said a pairing becomes ur otp when u relate to one of the characters and want to fuck the other one, and 🙈 i mean, i think you're supposed to relate to the gryffindor, aren't you. whoops.)

OKAY SO HERE'S THE UNHINGED DRACO MALFOY ESSAY BY FLUX W. EED.

listen. i love and respect people who are Refined Draco enjoyers. connoisseurs of redemption arcs. appreciators of majestic malfoy bone structure and ethereal grey eyes and soft windswept hair. fans of dracos who insult harry (with hidden affection) and who are a bit snobbish (in a rich, sexy way) but ultimately have realised the error of their teenage years and have become a better person. perhaps this draco has built a potions business and helps the aurors. perhaps he IS an auror. either way, he has a biting sense of humour, maybe, but he's a good guy.

unfortunately, the draco of my heart is a horrid mean little rat man.

i've never actually managed to write him the way i love him. i tried to aim for immoral bastardy in what's mine is yours but i got so caught up in trying to nail the feelsforbreakfast-style humour in the narrative that i ended up focusing much more on that and much less on writing genuine bastardhood.

i've written him as reserved and clever (in the four doors – this draco was written entirely for @jovialobservationanchor, who had a weak spot for closed-off academics with soft centres) and as a traumatised self-loathing mess (in two to lie and to some extent for lack of wanting and say no to this) and hopelessly sexually/emotionally horny for one harry james potter (in, um, most things) but i've never managed to capture the genuine cruel streak and flawed personality that is sooo so important to me.

WHICH IS WHY i picked țuică!draco for my favourite of the ones i've written. he's still a bit too emotionally intelligent to be Just Right, imo, but i think he's maybe the closest? he's unrepentantly rude to people. he's not attractive. and he has a streak of self-destructive fucked-upedness that is some form of wartime guilt, but certainly not a pretty one.

HOWEVER. rookie moves?? NAILED it. i adooored how genuinely fuckin MEAN he is, even tho he's an auror. i love love LOVED that he's kind of bad at his job in a way that's in complete opposition to how drarry!draco is often written these days:

The look on Malfoy’s face was not only troubling, Harry realized, but familiar. At once activated and dead behind the eyes, like an invasive species in an ecosystem that could not check it. It was the look of the meanest fucking teenager Harry had ever known, giving in to his urge to bully.

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What Malfoy wasn’t good with was people. Despite his repeated insistences that his upbringing had equipped him with impeccable manners and a facility with society intrigue, the truth was that he rubbed almost everyone the wrong way. He was, undeniably, annoying. Witnesses were put off by his snide, dismissive tone, and he didn’t know how to coax out information with curiosity, warmth, or strategic silence.

that's not to say unrepentant cunt draco is the only one for me!! i DO enjoy the classic redeemed drarry draco!! i love a quirky draco, à la wwpwcs or maya's drop dead gorgeous. gallaplacidia's draco is sooo painful for me to read (complimentary) that even though i adore her fics, i still haven't read them all bc i have to space them out, for my health. and i'm sure there are dozens more dracos that i'm forgetting how much i like – basically, as long as he isn't super suave, absolutely gorgeous and/or obviously tom felton, i'm on board.

[sungbeam]

BIRB LORE TIME! (the last installment of yumi's uh idkwhatitis)

here's Lea. african grey parrot (did you know all african greys look exactly the same like there's no way i can recognise her if she's with another parrot sfkdjghdf)

we got her in 2016 when she was 11. her previous owners were moving and they wanted to give her to someone who would genuinely take care of her. they knew my dad and he went ahead and said his daughter (me) has a thing for the animal kingdom 💀 (true tho) and she is prob the right person

anyways we went to their place, met her and oh. i knew absolutely nothing about these parrots right. we took her to our home and they just told us what to feed her, how she plays, what she likes and dislikes, etc.

so african greys are very intelligent and bruh. this female sounds like an absolute MAN when she speaks the human tongue (i actually got scared when she first said something LOL). the previous owners were like a mom and two daughters and her daughters were babies when she got this parrot so they didn't train lea. bc of that, she does not really know how to fly/land and since she's spent basically all life in the cage, it's her safe territory now and she does not like to come out

she was also not used to men bc she lived with ladies and then here she is with my dad and big bro (my lil bro was like 10 so she was comfy around him) but she was the type to not speak in front of men AT ALL

anyways i did my research, we all did we've come a really, really long way. her comfy zone is very wide now. she's come from only sticking to certain foods (her fav chips, a few fruits and nuts) to basically eating and trying everything (she doesn't even look at her chips anymore) (the look on her face when she first tried a mango and loved it is sth i'll never forget). she now talks in front of everyone (parrots talk when they are happy so ig she's happy here :'))

from letting us barely pet her neck to now getting full body massages and letting me preen her (I FEEL LIKE HER MOTHER). from wanting to bite us to affectionately pretending to bite me now (im her fav human, no one else can try this). from getting sick every season bc she was used to a certain temperature to thriving in every season while we get sick LOL

i think it's time i start to get her to come out her cage. it's gonna be a very slow process since i'm not a professional and it's gonna be only her and me (and she might hurt my hands beyond repair lmao i need my hands to do my job man) anddd bc i'm the only person who can do this, yet...

i'm kind of allergic to her :)

but i love suffering, suffering is my middle name. so remember how i said i got cat allergies? that happened when we got this parrot. she used to stay in my room and these parrots have like this white powder thing on their skin that can cause allergies. so my nose being exposed to these allergens long term caused some damage alright (i got allergic to literally every other thing, flu all the time for years, got no quality sleep and constant headaches) andd i finally got surgery in 2022. my allergies are almost gone now but i still have to be careful around her (a tragic love story right there)

anyways i love her, she loves me, we understand each other pretty damn well (it's almost eerie lmao). we dance to kpop together. we sing together. her avg lifespan is 60+ so we have a bet going on on who lives longer :D (bet it's gonna be her-) also we were meant to be fr bc her prev owner has the same name as me so she never had to learn to say my name :D

BIRB LORE BIRB LORE!!! omg she's so pretty :'))) well ig in that case,,, all african grey parrots are pretty 😭😭 that's actually really interesting that every one looks alike to the next ... i wonder if there's like an evolutionary mechanism to that— ANYWAYS

no cuz u literally feel like ur the animal whisperer at this point LMAO like all the stray cats and now the parrot, but ig it's also a testament to the fact that ur a good person! i feel like u can almost always trust an animal's instincts when it comes to people vibes haha 😌 unless it's like cherry, that girl is so needy and moody w everyone i can't even be too sure that she likes me cuz i picked her up this morning and she was so good abt it, and then i put her down and she turned around and tried to eat my toe 🧍🏻‍♀️

awh im so glad she's gotten so much more comfortable now 😭 that's really sweet to hear abt this progression esp ur relationship with her :'))) tbh tho why am i not surprised that she was the one where ur allergies originated from 😭 you fr are just like defying death left and right skfndkfnfk idk man TT anyways . LOL UR BET W LEA ABT WHO'LL DIE FIRST IM YELLING SJFNEKFNJR im glad ur doing much better tho now after the surgery tho 😭

also wishing u luck w slowly getting her out of her cage :')) im sure you'll prevail w patience and lots of mangos!! omg aren't there specific gloves people use for birds? like so their talons don't scratch them or sumn?

thank u for sharing tho as always, i was very excited opening my inbox this morning !! 💖

[chilapis]

hi almandine ! i hope ur having a wonderful day ; are u taking breaks and eating well ? idk if the semesters are as long as they are for me bc i know we live in different places, but i wish u so much good luck for ur studies as the end of the academic year approaches 🫶 i wanted to ask, what kind of person is leon? what does he do, whats the world he lives in like, and how do u see him thru ur eyes? my only exposure to him is through .. online mods and gifs ive seen of him go viral, u probably know the ones LOL, but i wanted to learn abt him from u if thats okay 🫶 (@dmclr)

Our semester has pretty much come to its conclusion — my first final is in…. 18 days? Just a little over two weeks, which is a terrifying thought. I’ve been trying to see to my needs and give myself a break and here though! <3 I just hope you’ve been taking care of yourself the same way? Please don’t let yourself drown in academic or other stressors, and know that with as strong as you are, you can overcome anything.

The online mods…. Yeah, I’ve. seen a couple. They’re, something certainly. (My reaction to that information v)

What does he do? Well, he was a cop— just started his job, actually (like one day? literally one day? It was the first day?), but then pretty much got hired by The President and got employment as a government agent for the United States. Fun.

The Resident Evil world is… interesting? Kind of like if, “fuck around and find out” and, “instead of asking if you can, ask if you should” combined. There’s biological weapons running rampant, including dogs, literal zombies (but we don’t call them zombies, no), and uh…. Huge grey men?

Say hi to him. He will not die. You cannot kill him. You cannot kill anything in this stupid universe actually. My favourite Resident Evil game, Resident Evil 7 (which… ironically doesn’t have Leon in it) literally features this one stupid fucking Southern family (whom I love so sweetly) and the father, Jack Baker, just will. Not. Die. You know how in games you get to experience different boss battles? Yes, well, I don’t remember how many boss battles are in RE7, but I will tell you this: 3 of them belong to Mr. Baker ENTIRELY. He just mutates worse and worse and you keep thinking he is dead but he is NOT. You kill his wife and she dies but no, he just won’t fucking die. And then you buy the DLC and you play as the big, strong, veteran uncle who just PUNCHES THINGS INSTEAD OF USING WEAPONS AND IT SOMEHOW FUCKING WORKS and guess who the big bad is! You’ll never guess! You’ll never figure it out! That’s right! It’s Jack Fucking Baker for the fourth god damn time and now he looks even more disgusting and corrupted. Although the game did not include Leon (it held Ethan Winters, a darling father), it’s still set in the same universe so I feel like you can get a pretty good… idea from all of that, yes? Remember ! Nothing. Dies. If you think it’s dead, it is not, it is simply now More aware of your existence.

Now, onto the actual man himself.

First of all? Not related to my view on him but he’s was… kind of misogyny-coded in the original Resident Evil 4 and that makes me giggle a little but I still somehow prefer that RE4 to the 2023 Remake. I know I reblog gifs of the remake a lot and that is simply because, I mean, who doesn’t enjoy experiencing their silly guy with better graphic quality, right? But I don’t like the alterations they did to certain scenes and dialogues. Also he looked like this in the original re4 which scares me more than the undying mutated abominations so, I. Well.

(^ NOT RELATED TO THE MISOGYNY HE WAS SUFFERING FROM DISEASE HE WAS ILL)

Okay, okay, anyway…. I HATE how the fandom views him, it stresses me out. They view him as this demanding, super serious, violent, brooding man who just wants a stupid, ditzy, useless girlfriend he can dominate, control and be a creep towards but that’s… not him? Like, how do you mess up so bad. This isn’t a particular part of the fandom as much almost the majority of it, sadly.

I feel like he’d, if anything, be a “wife guy”; he has a stressful job, he is traumatised beyond belief, he looks death in the eyes on a regular basis, he lost his parents when he was young, he has went through a-lot. And yet he’s so gentle, he still believes in saving everyone. He still believes in humanity and has this hope in him. He is still… soft. I don’t think he’d be a controlling or aggressive partner; I think he just wants something comforting to come back to, and he’d be SO grateful to have a partner who sticks by him through thick or thin, he’d be so genuinely giddy while taking about them. He lost his parents for fuck’s sake and got stuck in this godforsaken infected world when he was just 21… he wants home, I think more than anything he wants to come back to a place where he doesn’t have to think, where things can be handled for him and all he has to do is let himself be loved. Praised and acknowledged for once in his (somewhat miserable, let’s be honest) life. I mentioned, while answering Lucy’s ask, that I view him as a guard dog, and I think that’s perfect for him. He exists to protect — he has dedicated himself to that protection, to offering that canopy. His aggression is never on the offence, it has never been; not once, but it is done as a protective measure. If the years have reduced Ajax to a sword then they have reduced Leon to a shield. He just wants his efforts acknowledged — he just wants praise and warmth and comfort — and yet are they ever? At-least, to the degree they deserve? He falls into a depressive state in Resident Evil: Vendetta and it stings. He is such a simple man and I genuinely believe domesticity could fix him. He has never known what it’s like to feel safe — why would anyone want to force him to be a protector even in his partnership, even in intimacy? Let him relax for fuck’s sake. Let him. know what it’s like to be on the other end for once in his life. Comfortable clothes, hand holding on a warm cup of tea rather than a gun or a knife. No news channels and no social media or nothing. Phone on DND. I do not care if the USA burns to the ground, I want him to rest his head on my shoulder and finally get the sleep he hasn’t had in years. Civilian lives can wait a few hours to be saved.

[randomnameless]

Seeing how badly sothis/byleth get treated by intsys makes me feel really badly for them and their fans. I thought self inserts were meant to fawn over the player but instead I see the company retcon them, replace, and low but high key shitting on them. I don’t think I would ever see this with characters like Link or Persona or the little pokemon kids so I’m not sure what intsys is trying to tell us about sothis/byleth if this what we see done to them, “they’re just a mindless beast”

As I realised thanks to talking and exchanging with people around and after years of discourse...

Fodlan suffers from "self-insert worship" but in a batman 5D chess gambit, from doylist wise, "player worship". Earl Grey must sell, thus the character who always loves the player and was made, designed, as the player's love-interest (Billy's), Supreme Leader's worship takes the cake.

As already pointed out, Fodlan games try their damnest to erase or not give any figs about Flamey, the "War" is just a background buzz and units are on snow class, and if something is to blamed for the destruction and deaths caused by the war it's deflected on the mole people, "Church/Kingdom BaD because they don't offer their heads on a platter" or the world and its systum - and the worst offender, on "crusts", aka, blood from a genocided race that mingled with "humanity" and is used as the scapegoat for everything wrong in the world. The "alien blood" is to blame and the real responsible for why Miklan tried to seduce people who didn't want to be seduced, or why classicism exist.

I exaggerate a bit, Heroes tried to poke holes at this smokescreen and it ended up with Supreme Leader running away from Lissa (the most persuasive character in the franchise?) because, hey, in her verse, no one told her 1+1 = 2, or no one she couldn't introduce to Aymr I guess.

(of course we have the lol!supports from the besf, but any opposition is resolved with a teaspoon in the following supports, there's no disagreement nothing, it's always "and John realised off-screen Supreme Leader was right and he was wrong", ultimate kuddos to the Ferdie support though, the biggest joke - but again, FE16's supports kind of suck).

With that in mind, Billy was always intended to be the SS Lord, and to opposed Supreme Leader (that's the gravitas and main steak served when you order Fodlan : "u will feel bad bcs u turn against ur precious student sad uwus").

And yet, not to prevent the irl players from, idk, buying Supreme Leader merch or routes or being engaged, even if it's through foolish fan-faction wars, Billy takes a backseat as Nopes fully embrace the core of the Fodlan games : Hresvelg Tea.

Player must feel bad for siding against Supreme Leader - so Supreme Leader must somehow be right, and make people at least some of them surface-level wonder if the ends justify the means, right?

Billy, when they are their character and not a self insert UI, thus must bow down to this rule - everything must be thrown in a blender so Supreme Leader's steak will look appetising, even if you have to destroy the tastiest risotto ever done in the process.

Rhea cannot have spotlight else we will be in a Lissa situation again - so if she has any, it'll play in the red herring already debunked 10 chapters ago "Church BaD Rhea BaD maybe she should have ruled over the world instead of letting HuMaNiTy rule itself". In Nopes? Conveniently, Uncle pops up so Rhea's goal changes, and she will prefer to save the world instead of putting the person who wants her out of Fodlan by tomorrow morning because her ears are pointy to the sword.

Dimitri? "BaD" as long as he wants to kill Supreme Leader, but when he'll become the Saviour King, he'll try to spare her and regret having to kill her - fuck to Baldo, Waldi, and the "creatures masquerading as humans" I guess - in FE16 ; in Nopes, he'll also join the "Church BaD" gang, thus isn't "really" opposing Supreme Leader, right?

Clout became a thing.

And Billy? Well, Barney's existence is their nemesis, so to prop Barney they should shit on Billy, right?

But to shit on them to this point - throwing them with the other Nabateans in Nopes in the "dgaf" trashcan but also, confirming the worst theories from FE16 (Jerry's not the best dad ever) hurts. Billy was, this time, sacrificed to make place for the new self-insert, but also, imho, to showcase how the damn space lizards are evil (and not only because we're playing an agarthan game/route, but also because it checks a certain someone's agenda).

So while I think it's less something of "the devs hate Billy" it's more like "the devs want you to buy Hresvelg Tea".

[mangoisms]

hi soooo i randomly found dgfh and let me tell u that this is everything i could’ve ever wanted on a fic i just love the way u write the reader because (as a self proclaimed lover of humanity) it is sosososo refreshing to see a character also embrace humanity as it is, with it’s flaws and complexities while never losing faith on the goodness of people. im loving the story so far !!! ur writing is amazing and it makes me feel so warm inside <3

aaaaand i also am a huge dc fan so i was wondering, who’s tee’s fave robin and who do u think would be miyukis fave dc character? (lord i’m so sorry if the question is annoying but this is the first time two of my hyperfixations are in one fic 😭)

anon i just need you to know this ask had me giggling twirling my hair and kicking my feet

like first off THANK YOU. i generally try to write my readers/ocs as not being cynical in regards to humanity just as simple baseline but with tee, it was a specific thing for her and in fact a pointed difference between her and miyuki. for me, i am also a humanity lover and just so tired of seeing cynicism/pessimism in regards to it especially in writing (and this is of course a nuanced convo but most of the time, i encountered just plain out pessimistic characters that made it so hard to enjoy the story LOL) so that’s why i did it. very glad another humanity lover can reap the benefits too. literally nothing makes me more happy to see others enjoying specific aspects i wrote for myself that they also enjoy as well!

NOOOO don’t worry it’s not annoying AT ALL ^_^ i’m literally SO happy to talk about it. dc and daiya have my brain held hostage, i’m constantly thinking about them together or separately. it was purely indulgent to make tee a dc comics enjoyer and i am sooo glad you are enjoying that too!!!!!

those are EXCELLENT questions that i haven’t actually thought about… i’m a fake fan HELP no i’m just kidding i’m just kidding. let’s see… i think tee’s favorite robin would have to be dick or MAYBE jason. they both have deeply robin-like qualities. they’re kind they’re likable they are perhaps the most true examples of robin being the light to batman’s dark and i think she would lean towards that. (which is not to say tim didn’t have that but he’s. well. you know. tim. and then damian. i love him but. he’s more of a shade of grey i would say — however we could also consider steph here too, since i think she embodied that light to batman’s dark very well, even if she was robin for a short period of time.)

for miyuki… that is so hard. deeply fun to consider however. my dc knowledge is limited unfortunately so i can’t consider a lot of people but i think he would either really like lois lane or john constantine. i know they’re both SO random but. genuinely feel like they’re good matches. for lois i am admittedly biased because tee makes a nice reference to clark and lois in the final part of dgfh but i also do think he would like her personality. they’re both. deeply stubborn individuals. and then john is. i think that one is self explanatory. he’s got that belligerence that miyuki would enjoy LMAOOOOOO

edit: WAIT i hope it’s not too late. anon if you would like tell me what you think!!!! do you agree or disagree??? disagreeing is totally fine if anything i would be super interested to hear what you think about who tee’s favorite robin would be or miyuki’s favorite dc character!!!! let me know!!!!!

anyway this ask was so lovely THANK YOU i am glad to know there is another dc and daiya enjoyer out there 🫡🫡

[dandydiary]

hii wonder!! seein ur focused on dandy rn is so epic and funny, what are some things abt ur ship w him that many dont know? and also given how dandys character is what would your guys approach be at the idea of marriage? is it a possible thing?

HELLOOO this is a really interesting question i've been kind of sitting on it... i guess i don't really talk about their relationship when it comes to their shared profession.

(i did go on a bit here but i'll put like... an emoji between that and the marriage question because that's a whole other thing. this was so much fun)

i see wondandy on a case-by-case basis because of the cyclical nature of the show and each episode being its own self-contained story, BUT the meeting is always the same: wonder and dandy grabbed the same bounty and from there continuously steal the bounty from one another until one of them manages to get to the registry office first. this sets up a 'rivalry' that, i'll be honest, i don't really play with much post-wonder's introduction because it's something i personally don't enjoy writing all that much. the effect it has going forward however IS very interesting.

wonder atleast starts with very black-and-white mentality and so her job itself being very grey means she's constantly at odds with herself, but because she has based herself on this heroic figure she NEEDS to view herself as such. so when she and dandy have this rivalry she does have to face the fact she isn't behaving in a way consistant to that character. petty squabling, lack of honouring '''dibs''' and literally passing aliens back and forth like they're game isn't at all heroic. this ties in with sd's main themes of recognition-of-self THROUGH dandy, because dandy in the anime often acts a conduit for self-assessment and change which wonder herself experiences... but in doing so doesn't really better herself in the way she desires to, she deviates further from that idealised self and becomes truer to who she actually is as a person (i.e ilsolar).

how far wonder is on this journey of self-acceptance is dependent on how i feel about the specific setting she's placed in. usually if they're working, she's adhereing to her wonder persona and if she's not she's most likely ilsolar. the consistancy then is dandy. dandy, overall, doesn't treat wonder and ilsolar all that differently; he just prefers how wonder dresses because ilsolar is purposely much more androgynous/masc-leaning. that's never an issue past a passing comment; usually it's just acknowleged to keep the humor of sd consistant in my own writing. the key thing is dandy's acceptence of wonder is what enforces her own. the reasons for that are... complicated. she doesn't view him as 'the decider' on if she should accept herself, and she doesn't compare herself to him in any way that's extremely favourable that she wants to emulate (if anything he does bring out a lot of the things she DOESN'T like about herself).

i think if anything dandy's very casual, often flippant, nature and effortless ability to succeed and perform these acts of spectable that wonder herself grew up wanting to emulate are what make her realise she doesn't need wonder to do that... she can just BE and be exactly what she wanted to.

so the tldr; the thing that i don't think people know about wondandy, and now do, is that dandy is the catalyst to push wonder's ability to accept herself. his role in that is important because despite how superficial he is as a man his acceptence is what's important

🍰💒

NOW THE MARRIAGE QUESTION... OH BOY. the short answer is the vast majority of times due to both the cyclical nature and the context their relationship happens in, they're either not together long enough or not in the position to settle down long enough for marriage to even be an option.

HOWEVER, i do acknowlege that the show has broached the topic of dandy as a married man with poe and then in a committed relationship with scarlet and catherine. i'm again going to go on a tangent about dandy's psychology as a whole surrounding relationships then circle it back to wondandy.

scarlet: the romantic fake-dating scenerio between dandy and scarlet in s2e10 looks at dandy in a committed relationship for the first time. even though its false, its probably the closest connect i can make to wondandy as a canon concept. both characters share feelings for one another, have romantic chemistry domestically but acknowlege due to their respective jobs and situations as people that their relationship would not work out long term. this is showcased in a sequence where one is chasing the other through a crowded city constantly, just missing them until they both abandon the idea and return to the status-quo. they're never close to marriage but placing scarlet in the position of the aptly named 'watanabe wives' IS significant imo. the question of if the two would ever want to marry one another is ultimately irrelevent because they have both shown why they can't.

catherine: in s2e11 we meet dandy's ex girlfriend catherine, his first actually stated ex with a name and presence in the series. iirc she left him due to feeling held back and wanting to better herself, which she literally does by managing to traverse into the 4th dimension. their final conversation is very melancholic and i think catherine being the one to provoke dandy to answer the question 'what is warping' (it doesn't exist, you stay stagnent and the world moves around you) says a lot about them as people. imo, dandy was once ready to settle down but catherine's words stuck with him and now his entire philosphy is tied to never remaining in one place. to be blunt, the fact catherine's theory that dandy was holding her back is supported because she did infact achieve her true potential only after severing her personal connections solidifies to dandy that her philosphy will serve him well. i think catherine knows that as well, i think it's partially why she weeps for him.

poe: i left poe for last because poe is both the most ambiguous and also the most supportive of the idea of dandy as a married man. poe appears in the episode s2e8, appearing to dandy in limbo (represented as its own planet) after he fatally crashed and showing him her outlook on life and death in order to help him accept his place in the universe - exterstentially and in the afterlife. this episode ends ambiguously, but from what i understand poe sends the dandy we follow in the episode to a seperate timeline where he never died BUT we then are shown a sequence set in another timeline where dandy remained. in the 'remain' timeline, dandy slowly arrives in a cable car to meet poe whilst wearing a white suit and adjusting his tie. this is pretty clearly meant to be wedding to me; poe is also wearing white and looks elated to see him as her footmen approuch to meet dandy from the car.

whilst you could read this as 'dandy would only marry in death', which would be a really funny way for me to end this analysis, i'm going to view it more positively. when dandy is removed from the constraints of his job and nihilistic belief that long term connections are inhibitors you have to seperate yourself from, i do think at his core dandy craves personal connection - this is one of the main themes of sd which i've gone into on my main so i won't here. when he is able to, when there is nothing left to prevent him from doing so, he does settle down and he builds a life with poe, someone who loves him and shows him that so openly.

if i can present then the fact that wonder would be the same, someone who loves dandy and would bare her soul to him if given the chance and has on several occasions, then surely they could have a similar end.

and i look at all that, and that i'm able to support it so strongly, and i think... well, of course. of course if marriage could be on the table, it would be. it's just about getting them there, and THAT is something i will be exploring in the future.

...

and idk how to end this so this is for you,

thank you so much for sending me this i am not kidding when i say i've been stewing on this for DAYS and i had so much fun tormenting myself with wondandy wedding scenerios

[thelikesoffinn]

hey babe what r ur favorite tropes and ship dynamics? (My guess is enemies to lovers cos everyone likes that one)

Oooooh good question!

For tropes, I'd probably go with...found family, [childhood] best friends to lovers and...hm. I do adore anything second choice-y. Oh, and fake dating can also be fun, but only when I don't have to write it myself.

(I'm not super into enemies to lovers, I'm sorry, it annoys me most of the time!)

For ship dynamics...huh, I'm actually not sure. I love this entire thing where partner a is rough, large and intimidating - aka has trauma and hides behind a stern exterior - and b is soft and kind, shy and somewhat sad - aka has trauma and is still soft, haha.

But generic sunshine x grumpy is good too. or anything with opposites! Like, give me cheerleader x punk any day.

Basically, I love contrast! As long as there is some of that, I'm good. Contrast is wonderful because it always comes with issues - both personal and societal - and issues turn to angst, and I love angst.

Another anon asked why I like Astarion so much even though he's somewhat arseholey and I'm just gonna pop that one in here too: I kind of... like arseholes. Not in the realistic sense but in fiction. I was always the tall-dark-dangerous girl, the one that falls for the somewhat villainous dude, even way back when I was a kid.

Golden Retriever characters are lovely and hard to dislike, but I tend to find them rather boring in the long run!

What I don't like is a classic hero character. Get them awa from me! I'm here for the "he'd burn the entire world down just to save you" and not the "he'd let you burn to save the world". Blegh. I take the morally grey bastard overthere, thank you very much!

[tobns]

1/2 hello u don't have to post this if you don't want but i just wanted to say i really love meet me at midnight, thank u so much for sharing your gift with us <3 i saw in the comments u posted ur headcanon and i love it but i PERSONALLY cannot deal with anything other than a happy ending so i'm choosing to believe that they reunite later in life like late 40s early 50s, christen's visiting MoMA and looking at one of tobin's pieces and tobin spots her greying curls etc. etc.

2/2 the plot of chap. 2 kind of reminded me of casson's easy on me (i know u might have joined the fandom recently, their works have been archived :( ) and i'm hoping one day u get to read it! anyway, thanks again for sharing your art, wishing you well and looking forward to the next chapter :)

MY LOV!!!! YOU ARE SO VERY SWEET, thank you so so much for taking part of ur day to indulge in my madness and for being so incredibly kind 💗 i have had several of casson's fics recced to me but alas, the works were all archived before i hopped on board :( a big bummer, i've heard so many wonderful things!!! i am hoping this for me too, lol. LISTEN the beauty of ending these lil stories on what i feel are relatively open terms is that you can decide how everything plays out beyond what i've written — i could even see christen out in LA and she's getting ready to retire from the law firm for something wayyyyy lower stakes and someone gets her a present that's a piece of art by this one artist that they're a fan of and thought chris would like and lo and behold, it's a piece of tobin's and she's inclined to reach out... the possibilities are ENDLESSSSS. all this to say, thank you so much for sharing ur thoughts. i love love loveeeeee sharing the things i create and getting to talk with lovely people such as yourself about the things we're all passionate about/fans of :') can't wait for you to read this next one, MUCH more fun awaits us LOL

[coerthas-enjoyer]

shb log #7

ok some shadowbringers thoughts pre-emet-selch fight

( very long post, all text )

im ngl this expansion was a hell of a roller coaster when it came to whether i thought it wss good or bad. overall my impression of it is good but i wonder if i dont think of it as highly as so many players do

main thing is the plot was very predictable for the first like 2/3 of the msq. defeat the lightwardens of the four areas, absorb the light, restore the night sky. before that, interact w the locals and help them w their problems.

the only unpredictable things were at the very beginning when we were still tryna understand what the exarch revealed, not knowing how to handle the light becoming too much to bear, and what happens after kholusia (i kept thinking “its def not gna be that simple”)

while i liked the worldbuilding, the predictability was the main reason the plot wasnt v exciting for me. heavensward and stormblood did have a clear end objective, but the journey wasnt as predictable. we didnt know what the “subtasks” would be before achieving our final task.

and then it finally got better once we reached the tempest, bc then it was uncertain how we would ultimately triumph. plus we get some lore dumps which i always welcome

anyway this doesnt make shb any less of a great expansion. i was just a little disappointed, thats all 😅

and i say this now before actually finishing the game bc in my opinion, if i have to wait until the very end to be satisfied with the plot, that isnt the storytelling i personally enjoy. i care more abt the journey than the destination / last moments

but now onto the good parts! each area was very well designed in terms of their culture, lore, and current struggles. it was rly fun getting to meet w all kinds of ppl in norvrandt & honestly its hard to choose a favorite ;w; entering a new area was always so exciting bc of this

the dungeon and trial bosses are much more engaging and fun! i rly like the combat in this game and its been fun figuring out the mechanics of every fight. so much more involved than doing ur combos and dodging a very simple aoe every now and then LOL

ike i was actually gripping the controller & sitting at the edge of my seat during the final dungeon boss of amaurot

i also like the designs of the sin eaters and lightwardens. i think its cool to see what we previously perceived as good (light) turned into monstrous beings. probably not a new concept, but i still like it :D

love their roman empire (i think) aesthetics too

as i progressed thru the quest i was more involved in the idea that everyone is morally grey, even ourselves. we’re villains to some while heroes to others, and our enemies r the same. sometimes makes u stop and wonder what ur rly fighting for instead of blindly charging forward

so i think in terms of the broader message and having the origins of ascians and the worlds involved, shadowbringers is the strongest expansion so far. but in terms of storytelling & overall pace of the quests, i actually prefer hw and sb 😅

but im excited to finish it up!!

[heathenclung]

i feel like it’s important that everyone knows that greyson throws a lil adoption party for ivy every year. yes, it is an excuse to get drunk, but he spoils her on her ‘birth’day w all the food she could ever want and u bet ur ass he takes hella selfies and posts them on insta

[arknights-imagines]

HAPPY ANNIV EXE!!! HOPE UR HAVING A GREAT CELEBRATION HEHE

To start off with, i wanna give SilverAsh a fancy new fountain pen that's been personally customized to suit his tastes umu

Marahuyos sgsushs hiya 🥳!! It's great to see you aaa tysm for joining the Anniversary celebrations 🎊! And the Anniversary has been going super awesome ty 🥳~

You have a gift to give to SilverAsh sbjshs aaa okay ✨! A fountain pen for SilverAsh then 🥺, dw it'll get to him safely! I put a little extra love into this one as well sbjshs 👉👈

I wonder what he'll think of your gift sgshs 💕?

Taglist for SilverAsh!:

@mammonishot

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Fountain Pen for SilverAsh

(From @kohimiruku)

SilverAsh sits at his desk; his room is void of any noise, with the exception of the rushes of air against the window and the shuffling of the paperwork he’s busy with. His pen - a ballpoint one with blue ink from the stationary boxes from the HR Department - moves in a fluid motion against the paper as he signs his signature. Placing the completed document aside, he lifts his hand and attempts to write his signature once again on the next sheet of paper, however the pen leaves only a messy scribble of ink. The pen’s substandard quality can only manage for so long, it seemed.

A sigh pushes through the Feline’s lungs, and frustration becomes evident in his posture; his Feline ears flatten slightly against his head, and his tail stiffens. Momentarily, his attention leaves his paperwork, in order to search his desk for another working pen. However before he can find one, he's interrupted by a soft knock at his room’s door.

He goes to anwser it; you stand on the other side hiding something behind your back, and his eyes catch a blur of Dr. Exe who’s hastily heading down the hall after patting you on the back in an encouraging manner. The Feline lifts a brow at you, “What a pleasant surprise, I’ll admit you’ve caught me unawares.” SilverAsh’s eyes trail down from your face to where your hands are tucked behind your back; the grey irises glint with intrigue, “Well, might I ask what brought you here?”

The curiosity on his facial features tell you that you’ve already been figured out. Smiling sheepishly, you quit hiding your hands and hold out your gift towards him - a fountain pen, made of sleek black metal and detailed with silver. His Feline ears twitch in surprise, “Hmm? For me, is it?” He accepts it from you, studying it closer; his initials are engraved onto the pen's barrel, and he removes the cap to discover a fine quality nib. Using the inside of his wrist, he tests how the pen writes. The black ink flows from the nib smoothly and in a thin trail.

SilverAsh grins slightly, expression pleased, and his eyes return to you, “I must say, it’s seldom that I receive gifts that bring a smile to my face. I’m well aware a simple pen is nothing ostentatious, but it matters little, as I can see you’ve taken some further effort so this gift was to my personal liking.”

He steps closer, brushing the backs of his fingers against your cheek gently as his tail wrapped around your thigh; when you smile at him, his eyes warm affectionately, “I shall respond in kind sometime, though until then, you have my earnest thanks.”

[salt-baby]

hi!! can I ask a question about cpunk? i was wondering what exactly it means and who can use the label? Im not sure if I can… I have chronic pain and trouble walking/going up stairs, getting up, fatigue, pots, etc… but I don’t use a mobility aid at the moment and I don’t look like other people who are punk (I’m not able to dress like that rn) are there some kind of requirements? i know that being punk is more than just looking a certain way but I do feel kinda fake for looking so different aa and is it ok to say ur cpunk even if u don’t have a mobility aid?

lots of great questions here!

when it comes to what cpunk is (also called cripple punk, which is what I'll use here, since that's the term I prefer), I want to be clear I'm no expert, but I can help share what I know and hopefully get you started, and let you know what cripple punk means to me.

The Verge has a good article about this, but I'll also summarize cripple punk's origins myself below.

cripple punk started with this post by disabled Tumblr user crpl-pnk, in which they posted a picture of themself with a cigarette and captioned it "cripple punk". the general reaction to this was pretty drastic, and highlighted some of the damaging ways that society can view disabled people. In response to this, and the growing support and popularity from other disabled people, op began the cripple punk movement, and ended up posting guidelines that helped solidify what cripple punk was:

"-cripple punk is exclusively by the physically disabled for the physically disabled

-cripple punk is about solidarity & is open to all physically disabled people

-cripple punk rejects pity, inspiration porn, & all other forms of ableism

-cripple punk rejects the "good cripple" mythos. cripple punk is here for the bitter cripple, the uninspirational cripple, the smoking cripple, the drinking cripple, the addict cripple, the cripple who hasn't "tried everything"

-cripple punk fights internalized ableism & fully supports those struggling with it

-cripple punk respects intersections of race, culture, gender, sexual/romantic orientation, size, intersex status, mental illness/neuroatypical status, survivor status, etc.

-cripple punk recognizes that there is no one universal disabled experience

-cripple punk does not pander to the able bodied"

(there's a couple more in the original post, but these are the ones I'm going to discuss here)

cripple punk is a movement built around these rules, which strives to reject the harmful ways that society defines disabled people. important to note is that these rules are pretty open to interpretation, and people can find different meaning in them. there are also other movements that center on neurodivergency or mental illness, but I don't have any experience with those.

I cannot express enough that cripple punk is not limited to these rules, and that the nature of these kinds of labels is that what they mean grows and changes over time. Defining what exactly belongs under these labels, and who can use them, will never result in a clear line, and will always have some grey area.

for me, I call myself a cripple punk because I strive to remember and live by these rules, and to advocate for others to consider doing the same. I do this because it helps me to accept my disability and exist in a world where I'm discriminated against because of it.

Practicing this personally means that I try to remember that strangers giving me false pity is not a gift, that I try to forgive myself for taking a break from doctors appointments or forgetting my meds or eating things that aren't in my ideal diet. it means that I try to educate myself on other people's disabilities, always remember that I stand with other disabled people and not against them, and I acknowledge that sometimes our experiences are incomparable. It means that I don't deny myself my anger over getting sick, and forgive myself when I do things that aren't great for my health like drinking or smoking. It means I try to educate and remind myself that the disabled experience can be affected by other identities like race or gender, and I acknowledge my privilege when it comes to those things. This isn't an exhaustive list, of course.

Striving to do these things isn't easy, and I definitely don't achieve it every day. There are times when I still find myself trying to be the "good cripple", who tries all the supplements and is polite to every terrible doctor and sucks up the pain and thanks people for praying for them and forgives every ableist comment. There are times when I have to pretend to be this person, maybe because I'm at work or because I'm just too tired to fight back against my own internalized ableism that day.

When it comes to dressing like a punk, that's in no way a requirement! Cripple punk has nothing to do with fashion, although a lot of cripple punks are also just regular punks (who also don't have to dress any certain way, but for a lot of people that punk way of dressing connects them to their movement and its history and helps them express themselves, myself included.) You should wear the clothes that make you comfortable and happy. most days I wear baggy pants and an oversized shirt, because that's what's comfy around my braces, chronic pain, and sensory issues.

When it comes to who can use that label, I would say it's those who identify as physically disabled. You're the only person who can decide whether you feel that label resonates with you, but what I can say is this: you don't need a mobility aid to be disabled or cripple punk, and a disabled person is just a person who has things they can't do because of their health. I started using the word disabled when I stopped being able to go up stairs or walk as well as I used to, and I started to really feel limited in what I was able to do using my body.

I can definitely understand feeling like a fake (and I'll point out here that you can never be a fake unless you are intentionally, knowingly, consciously deciding to fake something), and I struggled for a long time over whether I was "disabled enough" to call myself disabled or use the word cripple uncensored or to call myself a cripple punk, but I cannot encourage you enough to use these labels if they feel right for you and help you. and if you don't like any of them, then don't feel bound to them, and call yourself whatever you'd like.

[lgwifey]

wait omg these match-ups sound so fun. can i have one for hp & one for mphfpc if that’s not too much?

i’m 5’2, i’m white & american, i use she/her pronouns, and i’m bisexual!! if u need any more i have short blonde hair w bangs & blue-grey eyes hehe. i’m an enfp (and if u know anything abt enneagram i’m type four!). i love writing, singing, reading, and just being around the ppl i love- so i’d say those are my hobbies :)) as for style… i don’t rly have a specific style but i love academia, cottagecore, princesscore, fairycore, and stuff like that. the things i wear tend to fall into at least one of those categories i think <3 i’m a hufflepuff and a quiz told me i’d be a half-blood lol. let’s say my peculiarity is that i have like. butterfly wings that’s cool i think lmao

v excited to see what i get!! also do u have a name u go by online? (if ur not comfy sharing ur real name lol) i just wanna know so ik what to call u when we interact!!

𝐈'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 (𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦) 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

Okay so...

• I feel like you and Olive have the same kind of personality traits. And that you'd just look cute together.

• You start dating after knowing each other for a few decades. I seams like a long time to know each other for, but things work differently in the loop and one of you wasn't sure whether the other only viewed each other as a friend.

• She would literally love your peculiarity. Because lbh, butterflies are the best (sorry not sorry). She would spend ages just staring at your wings whilst you read or wrote. If you're trying to show her a new book which Millard had introduced to you then there is a 85% chance she'd wonder off attention wise to where your wings where. They're just mesmerising to her ~ "Ol ? Ol ? Olive ?" *quick blinks* "Huh ?" "I was saying about this line in chapter seven-" ~

• Your dates would be pretty small, but cute. They would probably be held at the bottom of the garden or in town, in an attempt to get away from the noise of the kids. If you where in town then they would have to not be obvious, because of the era you where stuck in and all that, but sometimes you two would be really obvious about it just for the fun of them not being able to remember after a few hours. If you're having a picnic date with princess dresses and tiaras, (probably gonna end up happening because we all live for the aesthetic) then Claire and Bronwyn would usually end up making excuses to bring more food to you so then they could join, which Olive was sometimes too nice to protest to, but at least you got some time together without interruptions before they turned up.

• Okay hear me out on this one but, she'd constantly be stealing your dresses. Your outfits are just too cute for her to resist most of the time, so she'd sneak into your room across the hall and 'borrow' some clothes from time to time ~ *olive strolls into the room with a pot of tea* *looks over from the piano, squints eyes* *olive waves* *enoch scowls because why not* *tilts head* *olive leaves the room with the empty tea pot* *turns back to the piano before looking back around to Enoch, eyebrows pull together in confusion* "she's wearing your cardigan, yes." "I thought so !" ~

• When Jacob arrives, he's a little confused as to why you're glaring at him ~ "She's really nice, loves everyone." "Even Enoch." "Shut up Millard." *Jake looks over to where you're sat with a book upside down, looking over the top with your eyes dark and glaring at him* "She seems lovely." *Olive grabbing onto his arm to drag him off to the next room on the 'tour'* "Isn't she just, next is-" ~ . You eventually loose your glare when you remember that Olive isn't into him, after much assurance from her and alot of bad jokes from a certain dead raiser.

𝐈'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

Okeydokey ...

• Okay so I imagine you transfer from Ivermory in like fourth or fifth year and staright from the get go, George is infactuated with you.

• Like it's boarder line obsessive.

• Fred is his No 1 hype man. Well he thinks he is, in reality he sits there and makes sarcastic comments to his twin whilst the lad accidentally stares at you as you talk to your friends at the Yellow decorated table ~ "And here we have a wild George Fabian Weasley. Mating season has come around once again and he has his eyes set on a certain American honeybadger. In fact, he's had his eyes set on her for two years, he's just too much of a pussy to ask her out." "D'ya think she has to wake up really early to make her face that beautiful ?" *Fred looks up from his bacon with a confused look, ends up staring at his brother in disbelief* "It's probably just natural. She's so pretty Fred, isn't she ?" "Mate, if you don't shut up I will hit you." ~

• Okay so you're both pretty different. You're a literature girl ; books, music, writing and academic. He, however, was not. You did find out though, that he was good at potions from all of his and Fred's prank concoxions. And your potions weren't the best to put it politely. You'd obviously been harbouring a crush on him for a while, a few months after you'd started at the school precisely. How could you not, he was funny, kind, didn't cat call you, was one of the beaters for Gryffindor's quidditch team and he wasn't too bad on the eyes. He also had never pulled a prank on you which you where grateful for, but you weren't sure whether that was just because he hadn't noticed you. That's how you became friends, you'd asked him to tutor you in sixth year since your grades where dropping. Fred obviously teased him relentlessly for this because he didn't pull the first move.

• Time skip and in seventh year, after he's dropped out, he asks you on a date. Obviously you accept.

• Another time skip and you meet his family. Because Harry and Hermione are busy stopping the wizarding world from dying, you become the new source of Muggle infomation for Arthur. Obviously, George isn't too fond of your time together being interrupted by his dad whenever you're at his parents house ~ "Dad." "So the machine doesn't have a small elf in it washing the clothes ?" "No. It's just the machine's-" "Dad!" *You and Arthur look up from the couch to see George leant against a wall* "Hi son." "Hiya Georgie." *annoyed wave* "We where just talking about those muggle washing machines. Did you know-" "No I didn't . Anyways, darling how about now that we've seen mum and dad we go back to the shop ?" *Gets dragged out the door* ~

• Side note... but the pet names he would call you. THE PET NAMES. (darling, sweetheart, princess, huffles, honey)

• You end up getting on really well with Fleur, to Molly's dismay because your her favourate future daughter-in-law. You share a bit in common and she ends up taking you shopping in the village she grew up in for cute dresses. She tries to get you into french literature, which you end up giving into trying. Also France has alot of art history so you end up begging her to go on a little art tour with you. Bff vibes.

• I think you and George would just make a great couple in general. It's kinda a yin yang thing you have going on together. You balance each other out.

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