#Her hair grows out again. Anyway

[gratisdiamanten]

Tell us more about trans girl Max au please. That sounds like an interesting take

I just kind of leaned into the gender troubles themes of the original apokatastasis (where Max is undersocialized and therefore develops Special Editions of internalized ideas about gender) and just went. Why not. Lets just lean into it.

There's all these levels of like, the gendered violence in Max's home growing up (and how she and her mother were the biggest recipients of it). The RELIGIOUS elements, because her father was like. An insane apocalyptic psychotic guy. She was punished by her father every time she showed an inkling of femininity and at the minimum discouraged by her mother.

And then there's Daniel, who isn't great and perfect about all of it, but he's queer and he at least understands the alienation. It's like, the mid 2000s, and the only language he's really had for himself is derogatory. So that plays into it. He's a teenager still when she finds him. When she tells him she wishes she was a girl, he thinks, I don't even know how to be a man. How am I supposed to teach you how to be a woman.

[l1-b1]

Sketches of Nya from Hands of Time and Skybound!!

The outgrown Bob haircut phase

[ohnoitsz1m]

Mods asleep post post-canon Freemance yuri

I love these two so much

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i love haircuts. i cant stop petting the back of my skull

[summershouto]

I know I know this is a tired comparison but I was rewatching Skypiea and recognized this pose so I pulled up the pose from fishman island …

I miss her pretimeskip design so much. I’ve grown to enjoy her post timeskip design but I can’t deny I miss her short hair and fun t-shirt’s. Her body had cartoony proportions but in a way that was cute and more of a fun style choice rather than exaggerated fan service. Also I noticed some little differences- like how even her pants were more practical with a higher waist

Idk. Just a ramble about how I miss her old style. Her short hairstyle I miss dearly .. especially since she often put it in cute ponytails and pigtails it was just a lot more unique

[persephoneflouwers]

ANGIE did you see Anne's post on IG defending his bald head? I cringed so hard 😭 not her using the TPWK tag oh god

She knows to be very vocal to defend his image against dumb shit on the internet like cutting his hair but when genocide happens and people have been calling him a zionist for who knows how long, she needs a mo to deliberate.

She has her priorities 🥹

[passiveaggressiveturkeys]

Yes I could use the custom character creator but the idea of TIM going “no we must bring her back exactly as she was, including that completely impractical hairstyle, we have no way of knowing if having hair constantly falling over one eye is what gave her the motivation to save the galaxy”

And then Miranda just having to sit there muttering “I am a scientist” while becoming Shepard’s resurrect/coma hairdresser

It’s just funny to me idk

[pommegrantaire]

Have a collection of Trans Girl Lance drawings I did in 2017 & 2018 💙

[titsthedamnseason]

my roommate cut my hair for me tonight and at first i was (secretly) sad because it is wayyyyy too short but then i realized. i literally just got the 1989 chop. like this was all meant to happen this way

[swordmaid]

DO think that yves is heavily scarred esp after kressa’s….experiments. her past scars (usually from self inflicted flogging) would be fading but still rather apparent, but the ones she received from kressa are newer and they look more grisly bc i don’t imagine kressa rlly cared about patching her up properly. since she’s a cleric I do think she’ll try to heal them or at least correct the stitchings so they don’t look as crass, but then she’d find herself weirdly fascinated by how haphazard the scars and stitches look and the more intrusive part of her would want to open up the stitches one by one - just like a little present - and open it to see her inside

[forestslut]

guess who impulsively chopped off a bunch of their hair last night despite their best efforts to grow it out?

(it was me)

[1driedpersimmon]

What do you think of Fem L ?

She's just like me fr

[vangoggles]

i really like my new haircut, and i know my hairdresser did exactly what i asked for with minor adjustments, and didn't do anything to 'fix it'

i know this bcuz as soon as the cape was off she said "Well, it's not a haircut..."

but i told her it's exactly what i asked for and wanted and she made it look even better than i thought

so i made sure to tip her extra, partially to assure her and partially coz i really do like the haircut

you guys can see it in a few days after i've showered and slept on it a few times, maybe before i bleach it

[askkwieon]

Kerdor, how do you react to people touching your horns?

"Well, nobody's touched my horns in a long time... D'ya mean like historically?"

[fortunatefool]

I will not share my delusions and theories

I will not share my delusions and theories

I will not share my delusions and theories

[bi-writes]

mmmm ;) simon has got a special eye on single-mom!reader, doesn't he? (18+, lactation kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, dark content !!!!)

it's your first day back after maternity leave. you already look different, simon notices this immediately. the way you fill out your cargo pants--fuck, there's no way your arse has ever looked so fat. no way your thighs have ever been so plush--ngghhh...

fuck, you've never been prettier. motherhood suits you. your hair is longer. your eyes are a little brighter. and fuck, your tits look so heavy, can't keep his eyes off of them, can't fucking focus, fuck, fuck, fuck--

you look so cute patching him up. pouty bottom lip between your teeth as you string his lacerated skin back together with a practiced stitch, standing between his spread legs as he sits in a chair in your office. he nicked his shoulder real well in training today, and fuck, is he grateful for johnny's heavy hand because you're standing over him, and he has a front-row seat to the greatest view of his fucking life.

christ, they practically jiggle with every movement you make. you pop the cap off some disinfectant, and the little bounce of your chest makes him chub up immediately, and he doesn't trust the buckle of his belt anymore because you're so fucking hot. and god, it isn't fair, this isn't fair, you must be teasing him--because as he's staring shamelessly at your pretty, perky nipples, he notices the fabric of your shirt beginning to grow damp.

you notice his line of sight after you tie off his wound. you look down, gasping, your hands dropping your supplies to come up and cup your breasts and cover the wetness of your shirt.

"god--dammit," you breathe. you haven't gotten a chance to pump today, it's been so busy in the clinic, and god, they ache.

you're his sergeant. his pretty little soldier. he just wants to help you. he's just helping you, isn't he? that's what this is when he draws his big hands up, shifting your shirt until it nestles below your nursing bra. he's just helping you when he unlatches the strap with ease, drawing down the soft material and baring your tits for him, his eyes bulging when he sees how wet the skin is, how they glisten.

his mouth is so warm. it's the perfect relief after such a long day. his tongue is soft and careful, swirling in heated circles as he soothes the ache in the throbbing fat there. you're so wet--soaking your panties, you know you are, your hormones firing wildly as he pulls back, opening his mouth and catching just a dribble of the warm essence that leaks from one breast. finally, finally--fuck, he's so good at this, his mouth latching onto you again as he groans loudly. he's so sick, it's so fucking lewd, but god dammit, it's just what you need, you need this, you need this.

he likes you like this. he likes you fat around the hips and leaking from your tits and spilling sweetness into your panties. he needs to keep you this way. he needs to keep you pretty and aching and starving for the relief that he knows he can give you.

he doesn't care whose kid it is, he wants to keep you this way. he'd let johnny or gaz fuck you stupid after this if it meant plugging you up and making you full and beautiful and round again. he's never wanted kids anyway, he knows he probably shoots blanks, it's why you got pregnant so fast after he shut the door on your relationship and refused to open it again, isn't it?

nnghghhgh...

fuck, his pants are already shoved low, just enough that he can pull himself out. he's so heavy, balls so full and aching so badly, he's hardly slapping against his stomach. you slip your own trousers off, eager to get back into his lap, practiced pretty girl sinking down onto him and riding him for her life in the dark of her office.

he buries his face into your chest. they're bouncing every time you smack your hips back down against his, and he can't stop the noises he's making as he suckles your tits in his mouth and uses a firm grip on your ass to meet your thrusts with force. fuck, he'd forgotten what a nice cunt you had--he'd forgotten how nice and soft you are, how messy and wet you get, how whenever he fucks you, his entire pelvis is always soaked with the slick of you because you can never stop creaming on his cock.

"so big," you babble, just like you used to, and he grunts as he aims for that little spot inside of you that makes you cry. he wants to see those pretty tears falling down your face, but all it took this time was his tongue sucking on your achy nipples to make you pouty and sobbing.

fuck, you've always been good at taking him, you always were such a good girl, but now he's overwhelmed. your body is so different and yet the same, and he likes it so much more--fuck, there's so much to grab onto now, the smacking of your skin is loud, and you've always been such a wet girl, but now you're positively dripping. he grits his teeth as he looks down finally, watching the way you've wet his trousers, his boxers, your thighs, the goddamn chair. he can't wait to lay you down after this and put his head between your thighs, can't wait to get those tits back in his mouth and make you cry again and again and again and again--

yeah, yeah, yeah--fuck, fuck, fuck--

you collapse after he cums. whimpering, taking two of his fingers and fitting them into your mouth so you have something to suck on, something you always used to do for comfort. he hisses a little as he pulls out just a little, globs of cum dribbling onto the seat before he eases you back down again. you whine, clinging onto him, your eyes shutting as he shoves his cum practically into your stomach.

yeah, fuck--he's gonna make his little sergeants take you nice after this. he needs you to stay like this, needs to keep you fat and pretty and swollen. don't mind the chunky babies you'll have, he'll take care of you, sweetheart, he'll be the daddy that son of a bitch never gave you, yeah?

he grabs the phone nearest to him to check the time as you settle on wobbly legs into the seat next to him. it must be your phone, because there's a picture of a smiling baby as the background. his eyes flicker to yours, and when you catch his gaze, you swallow hard. there's a giant chubby baby you're holding in that picture.

with blond hair and dark eyes (;