#I just wanted to do this for this particular drawing

[mistressmxggot]

Chapter 7- ✰ The World Kneels to the Medardas ✰

"𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲. 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀"

Tags: Degradation, whipping, collars, strap on

~The feeling of not wanting to leave the bed happened too often in this place. The darkness of the covers were protecting you from the outside, protecting you from her. Her lips were all you could think about. Did it really happen? It didn't seem real, or maybe you just didn't want it to be real. This had to be a manipulation tactic. You still weren't sure what her motivations were. Did she want something from you or did she just want something to play with?

The blanket beneath your hands stuck to your skin, sweat building up from the constant squeezing. Your body stung from the internal and external heat around you. You were waiting to hear Viv. She would be here soon, unfortunately.

Ambessa was an enigma. You were over always being confused and hot and annoyed and turned on and angry. The biggest problem was you didn't want to go back. You didn't want to go back to Malik, to the brothel. Babette and Sevika were the only parts you missed. The guys at The Last Drop were nice, sorta, just creepy. You missed the comfortable company. Viv was alright. She was a very nice girl. She reminded you too much of this place, of Ambessa. The thought of her was interrupted by her soft knocks.

"Come in. I guess," your shaky voice muffled by the blanket.

The sound of the door creaking open cut the silence. She padded over to the side of you, the sound a glass was followed by the door shutting. Weird. She usually spoke to you in the morning. You squeezed your eyes shut with annoyance. Oh god what now?

You slowly peeled the blanket from above you, sunlight stinging your eyes. Something felt off. Well everything always felt off here. It felt as if something bad was going to happen. You hoped you were just still embarrassed and paranoid.

Viv was at breakfast, she was just quiet. You talked to her, she answered. She wasn't particularly cold or dismissive, just odd. You hoped it was just you.

The morning was spent drawing in your room. The solidarity is what you needed. After lunch, Ambessa passed you on your way to the library. Her face was bare of makeup and her hair was wet. She must have come out of the bath. She hadn't passed you one glance. She looked happy. She might have had someone with her. God, why did you care?? It was none of your buisness anyway. Your eyes stayed glued onto her as she passed. You had promised yourself you wouldn't care or you would at least pretend, and you were failing at both. You needed to spent time for you.

The library was quiet and it eased your agitated mind. The books you dabbled in created a stack onto the table next to you, none having been finished. Whatever you tried, the thought of her seemed to always overpower it. A bath would do you good. You needed to take time just for you because you were worth it. You weren't an extension of her. You were your own person, with your own life, and your own thoughts. Viv had prepared everything for you, including all the products.

The steaming bath was filled with baby pink foam and sea salt and it was exactly what you needed. The bath warmed your muscles and softened your skin. You decided on shaving. It wasn't that annoying and it felt good to be smooth. You just wanted to pamper yourself. The bath lasted very long, promting you many times to almost fall asleep. It had to have been hours of relaxation and shaving and washing and exfoliating. You just sat on your bed, in your robe. You weren't thinking about anything in particular. For once, your mind was "empty".

When it came time for dinner, you prepared yourself to see her, although that always seemed impossible. You bullied a single piece of a bean, pushing it around your plate. Hunger always disintegrated when she was with you. You glanced at her a couple times. Her outfit seemed more...revealing tonight. It was a layed back gown, showing her arms and legs. Eat your food, don't focus on her.

In your night gown, you layed in bed, staring at the wall. You head was buried in the crook of your elbow as your feet nervously shook. Your thighs brushed together. You had to get out of here. You squirmed and twisted. It was always at fucking night you lost your mind. You shot up from your bed. You had to take a walk.

You left your room, the hallway mostly dark. This hallway was giving you flashbacks to that night. Rictus watched you pass her room. You slowed and then came to a stop. Weren't you going to go for a walk? You came to her door, glancing at Rictus. He looked back at you, eyes unreadable. You hurried past her door again and all of the sudden you were back, staring at Rictus. He looked back at you, eyes unreadable. The door to your bedroom slammed shut, your body slumping against it. Soon you were back in the hallway and then you were at her door once more. Rictus didn't look at you this time. You couldn't tell if he sighed or not.

"Don't judge me!" You whisper yelled at him and stomped towards your room.

Your bedroom door looked oddly similar to Ambessa's door. Rictus looked at you once more. This was ridiculous. You were supposed to be taking a walk. You were supposed to not care. Just masturbate and go to bed. But that isn't what you wanted. You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut, head laying in your hands. Don't do this. Don't fucking- You knocked on her door. You waited and waited, your foot shaking. This was a bad idea. Go to bed. The door unexpectedly opened, her annoyed face infront of you. Your eyes ran over her body. You looked at her large biceps and her large hands, her plump lips and breasts, her thick thighs and wide hips. She giggled, your staring flattering her. Her head tilted and she moved to the side, letting you inside. You stood in the open doorway as she returned to her bed. She looked back to you, eyebrows raised.

"Yes?"

You slowly closed the door, your eyes looking back to her. She was lounging on her bed, and you approached her. You stopped nervously a couple feet away from her, not taking your eyes off of her.

"Do you want something?"

You gulped. She stood, taking long, heavy strides towards you.

"Sit."

And you did, the bed sinking underneath you. Her knuckles brushed against your jaw, her thumb finding it's way to your lips. You sucked her thumb in, keeping your eyes on hers. Her eyes held amusement, but also maybe pity? Disdain? She pulled her thumb from your mouth and forced to you stand.

"Follow me."

She fetched a key from her drawer, leading you out of her bedroom. Your anxiety hiked and your breath quickened as she stopped at the other forbidden locked door. What were you thinking? This was a terrible idea. She unlocked and opened the door, shame taking over you as your stomach coiled and you felt like folding into yourself. The room was filled with every nightmare you ever had, but they weren't exactly "nightmares". The walls were covered in chains, ropes, whips, and paddles. The tables are what really surprised you. They were filled with dildos of different sizes, vibrators, which many you couldn't even imagine how to use them, and collars. The size of some of those dildos made you doubt if you were even still alive. Y'know, maybe she had killed you and you were just in Hell. It had to be Hell. There a literal cage in the right corner of the room. It had to be for a human, it was far larger than a dog kennel, and you swallowed hard.

"We'll start small, teach you obedience."

She grabbed a collar and a whip. She was truly insane. The more time went on, the more she showed you, the more you began to regret your decision. After she had closed and locked the door, the two of you returned to her room. Viv had passed you two and you had quickly averted your gaze. You didn't to see her facial expression, it was too humiliating. She stopped you after you entered her room, keeping your back glued to the door with her body so close.

"Pull your hair back."

You slowly lifted your hair, holding it up for her. She hummed and smiled, locking the collar around your neck. It was red with gold accents, solidifying her claim onto you. You weren't exactly sure why you were doing this. You were horny yes, but you couldn't tell if that was what you wanted to satisfy. This realization made you squirm uncomfortably. She stepped back from you.

"Kneel."

Her thick voice was laced with lust, her eyes hungry. You sighed, begging eyes looking at her. You obeyed and dropped to your knees. The two of you just looked at eachother, you at her feet, her looking down onto you. You felt yourself pulse with need. You were so wet. She left you there and sat on the foot of her bed, clutching the whip.

"Come."

Your breath wavered. You felt lightheaded. Anger flashed through her eyes as you stood up and began towards her. She closed the distance and roughly pulled you backwards. Your knees stung as she forced you onto all fours.

"Ow!" You hollered when she smacked the whip against your rear.

She grunted in response. Again she was at the foot of the bed.

"Come."

Oh here we go. She wanted you to crawl to her didn't she? You were such an idiot for this. You sighed and kept your eyes to the ground, coming towards her. She groaned loudly, making you stop nervously. She pulled you back again, shoving you again to the ground.

"Look at me, and come."

The whip hit you five times, irritating you. Get out of this fucking room. Instead you crawled to her, eyes staring at hers. You sat between her large thighs and waited.

"Hm. Good. Stand and go sit onto the bed."

She came to where you were sitting and softly caressed you neck and jaw.

"Open your mouth."

She leaned down and spit into your mouth, a smile on her face. It made you moan aloud, your fingers playing with your nightgown. You greedily swallowed.

"Do you want this little lamb?"

"Yes please Ms Medarda." You answered a little too quickly and your cheeks grew red.

"Hm." Her eyebrows knitted in disapproval.

Two of her thick fingers yanked at your collar, pulling you roughly towards her.

"Do not call me by my name. It's Ill-mannered coming from an undercity whore. It will be mistress, understood?"

Her vile words should have angered you, but you knew they didn't the way you pulsed.

"Yes M- mistress."

"Good."

She gazed at you, her eyes holding some sort of approval or pride. It was probably pride.

"Kneel."

You sunk to the spot between her legs, and she sat onto the bed. Your heart beat faster and you uncomfortably shifted between her legs. She slowly removed her night gown and there she was. This was the last first time you saw her like... naked naked. She was just as beautiful as you imagined. Her entire body was so built. Her thick thighs ran into her large calves and hid her slick folds, covered in curls. You wanted to taste her so bad. Her tight abs moved with her breathing and you gawked at her breasts. You just wanted to touch her. Her hand grabbed at you hair and pulled. She pushed her hips out towards you, thighs spreading open. God you wanted this so bad. This was the best decision you had ever made. Your tongue ran over her slit and you moaned into her. All you could do was shove yourself further into her, sticking your tongue into her soaked hole. She sighed loudly and you continued to eat her. She was sweet and ripe like a delicious fruit. You wanted to do well for her, you wanted to make her feel good. As much as you despised it, you wanted her approval so bad. The suction of your lips around her clit made her groan and it egged you on. Your nails were digging into her thighs and you were practically shaking.

"God you needed this so bad didn't you little lamb?"

You hummed into her cunt and she laughed at you. Her arrogance, her body, the way she talked, it all made you more wet. You wanted your body on hers, this just wasn't enough. She stood up and pushed you into her, roughly fucking your face. She was soon cumming, moans rolling out of her mouth.

"Fuck yes. Oh god fuck."

You continued to suck, eyes squeezed shut with content and pure joy. The sweet juices that poured out of her were quickly sucked up by your greedy mouth. You drank her, your body tingling with happiness and want. She pulled her folds from you and you whined. This made her happy.

"I knew you would be the perfect toy." She laughed at your desperate face.

"This is the best meal you've ever eaten, nothing like the filth you can get where you're from."

God you were so horny. Every dirty comment she made just made it worse and that made you embarrassed. The embarrassment just made you more horny and this was a viscous cycle. You wanted to hate her, you truly did.

Viv's soft and familiar knocks were at the door. You quickly covered yourself behind her large leg. She glanced at you with a smirk on her face.

"Come in."

Oh lord. Oh no. Ambessa please don't do this. Viv slowly creeped inside and she looked at you. There was luckily no judgment, but her gaze held something else. She grabbed your jaw to turn your eyes to her.

"Go sit there, and stay." She motioned to a spot by the wall with finger.

You went, cheeks red and eyes on the floor. "Vivian come here sweetness."

What? Viv shut the door and came to Ambessa. They looked at eachother and Ambessa's hands roamed her waist. Are you fucking kidding me?

"Have you missed me sweetheart?"

Viv laughed. "Of course Ms Medarda."

Frustrated shame sat in your throat. Viv kissed Ambessa and her hands ran over her breasts. Her fingers tweaked and pinched her nipples. This was so frustrating. Why did she get to touch her? How long has this been happening? The things Ambessa said began to make you angry.

"Go fetch my favorite and come back." Ambessa handed her the same key to the room and they smiled at eachother.

Vivian left you two alone again. She didn't even pay you a glance. She just rested on her bed like you weren't even there, like she didn't just come all over your mouth. You let out a loud sigh that demanded attention. She just looked at the door, face unmoving. Vivian returned with a strap on. You glared at her yet she didn't even look at you. What were all those conversations you had? Was everything a lie? You should leave the room. Maybe you were being dramatic. Ambessa wanted you, not her. Right? Vivian slipped on and tightened the strap onto her hips. This was new.

Ambessa layed back onto her bed, thighs spread open. She finally looked to you.

"Come here."

Vivian sat onto the bed and you crawled next to her, still looking at Ambessa.

"Suck. Get it ready for her."

You glared at her, dumbfounded. She gave you a warning look and grabbed her whip.

"Do you need another lesson on obedience?"

You sighed loudly and looked at Vivian. She had a smug smile that made you irritated. Just get it over with and you and Ambessa can be alone. You crawled between Vivian's legs, gaze averted from the both of them. You sucked the strap into your mouth. The shame only got worse, and you began to question your entire life. You growled when Vivian pushed your head further down and you slightly gagged. She shouldn't be touching you, Ambessa should. She pushed her hips forwards a couple time and then pulled you mouth off, spit falling down your chin. You looked to Ambessa with watery eyes. She looked back with half lidded, a smirk on her face.

"Go back to where you were."

You returned to your spot by the wall, much to your disapproval. Vivian crawled to Ambessa and positioned the strap to cunt. Did you have to fucking watch this? She slowly slid in and Ambessa grabbed at her arms. You began to dissociate. Her loud moans filled the room, mocking you. Clapping is also what you heard and they talked to eachother. She probably came or whatever, you just wanted Vivian out of the room. Angry was an understatement to what you felt for her. You watched her leave the room and turned back to Ambessa. She was slick with sweat, panting hard, eyes closed. So....uhm...

"You can go now."

...

"What?"

She tossed the key to the collar towards you, along with the whip.

"Go put this back, and go."

You felt your chest get tight. She had to be joking. She opened her eyes and looked at you, clearly annoyed.

"Go on."

You stood up, your legs weak. You shakily held the key and left the room. There was a knot in your throat and your eyes burned. You stared at the floor, the walk to that dumb room felt so long. The key was left in the keyhole when you arrived. You yanked the collar off and threw it onto the table with that stupid whip. You hurried back to your room and you just couldn't hold it. You began to cry. It wasn't particularly sadness, it was anger and shame and embarrassment and betrayal. You were horny and frustrated. Again you were angry under the covers. You hated her. You humiliated yourself. She humiliated you. You were so beyond stupid.

The ceiling was your TV for the entire next morning. You didn't eat breakfast. No one had came for you and you were glad. If you saw Vivian, you would have torn her head off. And again, you heard knocking.

"Vivian for your own safety, go away."

Someone else entered, another girl. You scoffed at her.

"Hi miss. I'm here to invite you to dance."

"I'm not in the mood."

She sighed. "Vivian is not around. Come with me. It will be fun."

Y'know what sure. This bed wasn't making you feel any better, but dancing always did. You quickly threw something comfy on and followed her. You didn't talk to her or ask her anything. It just wasn't worth it. No more making friends here.

Finally, peace. You danced with her for hours. She was nice enough and alot more professional than Vivian. Laying on your back, you slowly breathed in and out. You would get out of here. You were going to leave, you didn't care what she said. It was decided. Tomorrow you would pack and use the left over money she gave to get home. This had gone on for far too long. You didn't want to run in circles anymore. You turned your head to the entrance of the dance room and there she was again, just like before, watching you.~

You. Always. Masterlist.

Ik i said this would come out sooner. I just love lying! I promise these next 2 chapters will be good. Still not the climax yet. More is to come (literally)

Taglist: @maaaaaaaaaaari , @ivorydevil , @trizxyp , @ambessaswifey , @randomstuffthatdontmakesense , @simplyxwwww , @last-dropsevi , @vffantasy, @fruitfulfashion , @trexsuit , @youngtastemakerfart

Lmk to be added.

[alextydaisuda123]

"Dance Tower"

So... a new AU?:") ... I don't know, I drew everything on pure enthusiasm. And I was shocked by myself when I realized that... THIS WILL BE MY FIRST QUIET AU! °□° Without any serious plot! This AU will exist purely for fun. Why not. No, I did not refuse dark and tense plots, I just wanted to create something calm. So meet >:)✨️

Dance Tower - this AU will be based only on dancing. Yes, there will be elements of competitions and combat, and only because most of the dances are tied to combat due to the characteristics of the bosses.

Plot? Well, as I said, there is nothing serious there. Everything is simple. Peppino and Gustavo receive a letter from Pizzahead with a simple invitation to the tower to dance, whether they go or stay, it is their choice, their no one forced them. But they went, why not :). And now, let's move smoothly to the characters. And yes, I will say in conclusion that the characters have remained unchanged, but they will have some added facts and details. And yes, almost all the characters will be friends with each other.

Peppino. His dance style is hip-hop with elements of breakdance. He is still anxious and afraid to perform in public, so he dances either only with Gustavo, or alone. But when he receives an invitation, he still decides to go there, purely out of curiosity.

Facts: Peppino has accumulated a lot of scars throughout his life (half of which he does not remember where he got), so he hides them under thick clothes (even in the heat he walks like that, poor thing🥲). Only Gustavo knows about the scars. He can still cook (though he does not have a restaurant at all).

Gustavo and Brick. Their dance style is Flamenco. In fact, Brick initially did not know how to dance, but when he became interested in what Gustavo dances, he decided to learn. Gustavo is more confident in dancing and is not shy in public.

Facts: He tried to learn breakdancing from Peppino, but alas, he realized that it was not his genre, although he knows a few tricks from there that he can perform. He met Brick purely by chance in the tower, when he tried to dance with Noisette, whom he met on one of the floors of the tower. Brick really liked Gustavo's style, so he tied a red belt on himself and asked Gustavo to do his hair :3.

Pepperman. His dance style is ballet, with elements of allegro, boxing or something like that. He has been dancing ballet since an early age, which he really liked. But over time, he added elements of combat to it, which makes his ballet look somewhat sharp and dynamic (which surprised Peppino himself when he took part in a dance with him).

Facts: Because of his additions to the dance style, it is difficult for him to find the music he needs, so he approaches it very slowly, but reverently. He still draws. He tried to mix dancing and drawing before, but he cannot concentrate on anything in particular, so he does drawing separately, namely when he is resting. During dancing, his legs suffer the most, so they are constantly bandaged (jumps and kicks do their job). He has many costumes that he can use in dance. He loves to wear makeup, so he also does his own makeup (sometimes Noisette does it).

Vigilante. His dance style is cowboy country. In his dance, he uses a gun (safe), because it adds more ... epicness to it? Dynamics?🤨...well, yes, something like that. He takes dancing quite seriously, initially not perceiving other genres. Over time, of course, it passed, but he does serious preparation for dancing.

Facts: He has been dancing not since childhood, since he initially believed that he and dance were something incompatible. But when he grew up, he decided to try to find something suitable for him, and since he loved country music, he began to dance in a similar style. That's where his love for the cowboy theme came from. The ribbon on his hat was given to him by PM, as a sign of their relationship and joint partnership in dancing.

Noise. His style is Hip Hop with elements of break dance and ... rap🥲. Well, yeah, why not |:). Has been doing this since childhood. Initially, his family taught him to dance something simple and national, like Harabe. But he quickly got bored and learned something else (nobody forbade him in general). When he fights in a dance with Peppino, he can use random things to win and get more rating.

Facts: Initially, he thought that his dance style was special, but when Bruno himself repeated his tricks, even did better, he softened opinion about it a little. When he met Noisette, he was ashamed to admit that he usually dances when she said that she dances, and he hid it for a long time (they were then able to combine their dances, so everything is generally fine now). He doesn't really try hard on his images😅.

Noisette. Her style is ballet, compatible with roller skating or ice skating (mostly rollers). Her dances are mostly complete improvisation. Still as cheerful and energetic.

Facts: When she danced with Gustavo, she didn't have the goal of defeating him somehow, but just to dance from the heart. She still cooks different goodies, and they turn out quite tasty (if you're really hungry, of course, but Noise will eat everything). Her costume is also some kind of improvisation, since she wanted to diversify the ballet costume. She sometimes likes to arrange a fashion show with PM.

Fake Peppino (Bruno). He has the same dance style as the regular Peppino, only also with elements of improvisation. Initially, Bruno was not conceived as a clone who needs to defeat Peppino, but purely as an ordinary participant, like everyone else. So he wasn't created with evil intent.

Facts: Despite his love for frogs, he asked Noisette and Pepperman to sew him something frog-related, which they did very well (except there were also pants, but they were abandoned due to inconvenience). On his floor, there are many dance machines that he plays (either alone or with friends, if they are not busy). His relationship with Pizzahead is not bad, yes, he does not particularly care for him, but he does not torture him, but simply treats him like a child, whom he can occasionally notice and does not refuse to dance with him.

Pizzahead. His dance style is a little special, namely tap dancing. It is special because for other bosses this genre of dance is "from the old days" (plus the clothes refer to the old days (and to the image of Charlie Chaplin🥲👍)). In this AU, he is not evil, but he can sometimes get along with other bosses because of little things or because of the thirst for victory in some contests or simple competitions. But someday he will have to admit his defeat. And so, he is a simple smiling fool, nothing more.

Facts: The reason why Pizzahead invited Peppino to his tower is because he saw him on TV purely by chance. He admired his movements (even if they were constrained due to Peppino's insecurity) and decided to invite him as a friend. Of course, he did not expect Peppino to come, but he was prepared for his appearance in advance. His cane serves not only as a dance element, but also purely to maintain posture, since he has minor back problems due to his tall stature. He has a bad habit of tap dancing at night, which keeps others awake. Oops.

That's how it is :D. I will occasionally draw this AU for fun :>. I hope you like it^^"✨️.

[anonymous-nems-fan]

it appears that this is pretty much premature for tumblr but um :3 a promise is a promise, and this was really fun to draw !! been wanting to draw this particular perspective (yes of a falling individual) for months nowww

(i can’t do scribbles, apparently)

btw, ehe…guess the inspiration challenge: impossible

nems belongs to @bloobluee

what’s under the cut is just the music i was looping while drawing this ❤️

this track also inspired the piece in the first place HAHAHA i love this particular OST very much :3 hope you do too! use your imagination to match the scene i drew ehehehe bc i can’t illustrate all of it,,

[twink-woman]

I’m kind of confused as to why we’re even drawing a distinction between people who self-identify as trans women/fems and people who self-identify as femboys (but notably not trans women/fems) in the first place, because, like… Yeah, if you’re a transfeminized person, you’re going to be TMA, regardless of what you call yourself.

But the way that I’ve always understood the process of transfeminization (how individuals’ identities* become transmisogyny-confined) is that it necessitates a rejection (at least to a certain extent) of one’s assigned maleness and a simultaneous transition towards femininity/womanhood, even if one doesn’t specifically label themselves as a woman or fem.

*(Btw, I’m not trying to play idpol here, I’m just using the word “identity” to mean “the category into which a stratified society places you based on certain characteristics like gender”)

It’s both of these things in tandem that creates the intersection between oppositional and traditional sexism that we know as transmisogyny: transitioning toward womanhood invalidates the idea that “man” and “woman” are distinct, unchanging categories, and rejecting male assignment invalidates the idea that manhood is inherently superior to womanhood.

So, with that said… Are GNC cis men TMA? Are they only TMA if they specifically call themselves femboys or sissies?

They’re certainly discriminated against, in the same way that femininity is always viewed as lesser, no matter who embodies it. But proximity to transfemininity, being mistaken for a trans woman, does not a transmisogyny-confined identity make.

To put it another way: I’ve seen trans men call themselves femboys before, and I think we can all agree that they are not TMA, but they are still feminine men. It’s just that transfemininity, the way it’s defined by and marginalized within a transmisogynistic society, is not treated the same as being a feminine man (see: the third-gendering/degendering of trans women), and I do believe it’s because of that rejection of male assignment that it’s not.

I don’t think whether or not someone calls themself a femboy or a sissy is entirely irrelevant to whether or not they’re TMA, of course not. But I also don’t think the two are inherently interlinked. I don’t think these identities are inherently transfeminized because, at the end of the day, they’re just words that some people call themselves, rather vague identity labels, and what you call yourself is not what makes you TMA, as you said.

Does that mean femboys or sissies aren’t/can’t be TMA? Of course not. But I also don’t think that GNC cis men (regardless of what specific labels they use for themselves) being interpersonally discriminated against for their proximity to transfemininity makes them TMA — makes their identities inherently confined by the entire system of oppression that is transmisogyny — anymore than TME trans people’s proximity to trans women makes them TMA.

So, I guess my real question is just: What exactly is this post about? Because if it’s not about GNC cis men who call themselves femboys and sisses, if it’s only about femboys and sissies who are neither cis nor transfem… Then, again I have to ask, why does a line need to be drawn when the only distinction between these two groups of TMA people, transfems and non-transfem femboys/sissies, is the particular words they choose to label themselves with?

And I really want to stress, I’m not asking this to be inflammatory or contrarian or anything, I am genuinely curious because I feel like I’ve missed out on some crucial context here.

I have seen TME people time and time again insist that “actually everybody is TMA,” and then use this talking point as a subtle ploy to just get transfems to shut up about transmisogyny. So I will fully admit that I reflexively dismiss arguments about how “GNC men are TMA” or “all intersex people are TMA” or “[whoever else they decide to tokenize this week] are TMA” when I see them because of that prior experience. But I don’t want to do that with this post since I don’t feel at all like that’s what it’s advocating.

I may be way off the mark here, but I figured I’d just ask, ‘cause it’s an interesting discussion either way.

it’s low-key kind of crazy when people say “femboys aren’t TMA and if you need proof just see how little people care about XYZ femboy since she came out as transfem” because this is literally just the same “closeted/stealth transfems can’t be transmisogyny affected” argument all over again. like explain to me how y’all can agree that closeted/stealth trans women aren’t transmisogyny exempt but femboys/sissies are? it isn’t a privilege to have to sexualise yourself and present your identity a certain way to get work or recognition. just because any person assigned male at birth asserting their identity as a woman specifically results in a specific kind of transmisogyny doesn’t mean that people assigned male at birth who present femininely but don’t identify as women aren’t transmisogyny affected. and just because some femboys/sissies only present femininely because of a kink doesn’t mean they wouldn’t lose their jobs, homes, families, friends & partners if somebody found out. transmisogyny is not determined by our personal identities for fucks sake that’s why we can’t identify out of it. we need to quit the idpol shit for real.

[kiemiu]

𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝓞𝐔𝐑: 𝓘 𝓖𝐨𝐭 𝓨𝐨𝐮

pairing kang sae-byeok x fem!reader | wc: 2.1k

summary -> having to comfort cheol after a particularly scary scene in a movie, his sister not answering her phone resorting to you caring for him. warnings -> the suggestion of cheating.

( beneath the quiet masterlist )

9:44PM

𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 the orphanage, your mood had been remiss, arriving halfway through the movie. The drive from the Café a great distance, not doing you any favors with the added on traffic that had been nothing less than merciless. On any other day it wouldn't have bothered you to miss the beginning of a movie as much but tonight was different. For weeks upon end the children had begged, and pleaded with all their might to convince your mother to screen a particular film—an adaptation of an old folk tale, one you had been curious of since first seeing the previews even though it was aimed towards kids. Missing even a second of it stung more than you'd like to admit, almost feeling childish for the small pout that made home on your face because of it.

Without wasting another moment, you bolted out of the car and bolted towards the "movie room" which in reality was just a second living room, refurbished to look as such with an added projector and a small popcorn machine. Quickly, you slung your bag off of your shoulder, dropping it onto the front bench while kicking your shoes off before quietly tip-toeing towards the kitchen to make yourself a snack, knowing that the children themselves had already conducted something beforehand, always making their own special little treats for nights like this.

Slipping into the room as quietly as possible, throwing a gentle wave at the children who noticed you while simultaneously holding your finger to your lips to make sure they didn't alert the others, the last thing you wanted was to face the chaos of whispers and giggles from other children interrupting the movie, knowing just how rowdy they got over the smallest distractions.

Settling into a corner towards the back, you tried to focus on the screen, forcing your mind to catch up with the story. It had started out innocently enough—a group of friends exploring an area they shouldn't have been with added on lighthearted banter. Until the movie suddenly took a darker turn, something that was supposed to be lighthearted and fun with an occasional scare or two, spiraled into something chilling and borderline sinister, leaving everyone quiet. The room thick with tension.

Out of instinct you couldn't help but glance over towards Cheol, who sat stiffly on a worn floor cushion in front of you, his small hands clenched tightly into fists, nails digging into his palms with great strength. His doe eyes suddenly wide, and filled with tears as he remained frozen in his spot, eyes fixed on the screen as if he couldn't move an inch, the tremble of his body noticeable as he took rapid shallow breaths.

“Cheol?” you quietly whispered, concern laced in your voice as you leaned down closer to him. He didn’t respond, it was almost as if he couldn't. You watched as his mouth was slightly agape, his lips quivering before a soft shaky sob escaped him. A few kids turned towards him at the noise, some faces laced with concern while others snickered to their friends.

Without hesitation you lifted yourself from the couch, moving quietly but swiftly to where Cheol sat frozen in place. You crouched down to his level before gently wrapping an arm around him, quietly guiding him out of the room so you wouldn't draw anymore attention to yourselves, murmuring soft reassurances to him on your way out. You led him outside to the back porch, the freezing night air greeting you both with an occasional gust of wind.

Once outside, you crouched back down to his eye level, brushing a few stray hairs that stuck to his tear-stricken face. “Cheol," you quietly start off, your voice no louder than a whisper. "Are you okay? It's just a movie, I promise.” you quietly soothed, your thumb brushing away his tears. But as if your reassurances had no affect on him, Cheol's sobs grew louder, his hands that were balled into fists holding the bunched up fabric of his shorts suddenly shot up, hooking around your neck as he buried himself into your shoulder, his body heaving and shuddering as sobs continued to wrack out of him.

His small frame trembled wildly in your arms, each gasp of air cutting straight into your heart. “I-I want my sister,” he choked out between sobs, his voice thin and broken, laced with a despair that nearly brought tears to your eyes.

Without a second thought, you held him closer to your frame. “Okay, okay." you murmured softly, keeping your voice steady. "I'll go grab the house phone and we'll give her a call, okay?” you reassured. You brought him inside and guided him to sit by the door before untangling yourself from his grip. Quickly, you hurry towards the hall closet and grab a spare blanket, draping it over his form before saying "I'll be right back, will you be okay while I go back into the movie room for a second?" and even as his cries subsided into quiet sniffles with the occasional sob, he nodded, holding the wrapped blanket around himself even tighter as you bolted towards the movie room.

You tip-toed back into the room, slipping inside as quietly as you could. The glow of the projector filled the space and casted shadows over the walls and all of the children's dazed faces. Walking over to your mom who had been fighting a losing battle with sleep in her arm chair, her head lolling off to the side before shooting back up, only to repeat the movement again and again. Reaching her side, you tap her arm gently, before gently clasping both of your hands together in a pleading motion. "Please, please, I need your phone." you quietly whisper. With furrowed eyebrows and blurred vision she mumbles out a gruff "Why?"

"Um, Cheol really needs to talk to his sister. Please, it's urgent." You admit quietly, your hands flying around in a gesture of urgency. Your tone softened but the desperation clear with the slight crack in your voice. With an annoyed sigh, she waved you off. Mumbling out a barely coherent sentence "Her-mm-m-phone number—mm-fridge."

Shooting off of the floor, you quietly tip-toe out of the room and hurried towards the kitchen. As you pass the back door your eyes landed on Cheol. He sat slumped on the floor, his back on the glass pane of the back door, the blanket still wrapped tightly around him as his shoulders still shook with cries. The sight making you quicken your pace.

Reaching the fridge, your eyes quickly scan the fridge covered in magnets and pictures until you find a list of phone numbers. Your finger trailing down found the list of numbers on the fridge, until you see 'Kang Sae-Byeok'. You whisper her name under your breath, repeating her number like a mantra, leaving your lips in a whisper as you type it into the orphanages landline, in your head praying that she picks up.

The dial tone droned on—one second, then three, then six, then ten until you're met with the sound of the hollow monotonous tone of an automated message. A frustrated sigh leaving your lips, before you unknowingly start to nibble on the nail of your, a nervous habit you struggled to shake.

The beep signaling to leave a voicemail made my discouraged slouched position stand up straight, "Uh, Sae-Byeok, Hi. So, It—um was movie night tonight here and the movie we watched really scared Cheol and he's asking for you. Please, if you have the time to swing by to talk to him, I'd really appreciate it, He's really upset and could use your help. But—um I guess you're busy right now, so, just come by whenever you get this. Annnnd, Oh! This is Kim Y/n, Calling off of the orphanages home phone, if—uh, if you didn't know. ahem, okay bye." Hanging the phone up, you bring both of your hands to cover your face, your eyebrows pinching in embarrassment as you slowly shook your head. "What the fuck was that about?" you quietly murmur to yourself before making your way towards Cheol, a hesitance in the way you walked. "How am I going to tell Cheol?" you ask yourself, your frown deepening at the thought as you traded back to his figure.

He was still curled under the blankets, his cheeks a soft rosy color, slightly damp from the onslaught of tears that had come to a stop from his now bloodshot eyes. You sat yourself next to him, bringing your legs to your chest and resting your chin on your knees.

“I'm sorry, Cheol. I couldn’t reach her,” You quietly admitted. “But I’m here, okay? You’re not alone.”

He didn’t respond right away. The silence stretched out between you two, heavy, and thick with no movement. The whistling sound of wind being heard from the glass back door along with the muffled noise from the movie filled the silence.

After a long pause, he leaned into you again, resting his head on your side without a word. Your heart swelled at the amount of trust he had in you, a fragile thing you dared not to take for granted. Wrapping an arm around him once more, and leaning your head on the back door, the feeling of the cold glass soothing the heat that radiated off of your scalp. You whispered to him quiet reassurances, a hand rubbing up and down his arm to soothe him and slowly, his jagged breathing steadied, and his sniffles subsided.

Feeling his form slump further into yours gave you the signal that he was fast asleep. Slowly unraveling his figure from beside yours, you hook your arms under his legs and behind his back, lifting him up bridal style to carry him back to his bed.

Slipping out of the house as quietly as you could, leaving with a tight farewell to your mother and a wave to the kids, the weight of the evening still pressing hard on you even on the drive back home with the windows down. Your thoughts tangled with the same persistent questions: Where was Sae-Byeok? Why hadn't she answered or called back? Was she safe? You knew she was strong but the silence on the other end of the line felt deafening which worried you. The questions buzzed in your mind, a storm of uncertainty you couldn’t seem to escape.

Before you could fall too far down the rabbit hole, your phone buzzed on the passenger seat, David's name and his face taking over the screen, a sigh leaving you as you threw your head back against your headrest. Eyes remaining on the road as you grab your phone and answer it. A small “Hi.” leaving your lips, even you couldn't hide the strain in your voice.

“Hey, sexy.” His voice was cheerful, sultry, a stark contrast to the knot of exhaustion that sat in your chest. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. It’s been too long without having you in my arms." he comments, a soft sigh escaping his lips. You pretended to not hear the muffled chatter of a female voice in the background, giggling and mocking his words to which he replied with a quiet laugh himself and a quiet "shh."

“Yeah,” You replied, forcing some enthusiasm into your tone although it still sounded flat. “Me too.” you added, but even you could hear the exhaustion mixed with irritation bleeding through your words.

There was a pause, then a faint edge to his voice. “You—don’t really sound excited.” a dry chuckle escaping his lips, something he did when he was annoyed, which he was a lot.

“No, I am! Really, I Promise” You followed up quickly, trying your hardest to convince him as well as yourself, but it still wasn’t enough.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to make up for your lack of enthusiasm, hm?” he sneered, his tone tight and laced with something sharp. “Anyway, you sound tired. I’ll let you get back to… yknow whatever it is you’re doing. Hopefully you're in a better mood tomorrow, yeah?" His farewell sounding more like a threat. Not a hope for you to feel better but more of a you will.

The line went dead before you could respond leaving you to stare at the road ahead, your phone tossed to the side as a scoff escaped you. His words replaying in your mind. Backhanded and dismissive, they left a sour taste in your mouth, rolling down the window to let cool air brush through your hair.

Fuck David.

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Tongues and Teeth—Chapter 4 (FANART!!!!)

Slay the Princess fanfic written by @writingdevil !

If you don’t want to be spoiled, you can read this chapter here!

“Paranoid sighed in frustration,and that was when he noticed Cold's breath,thanks to the frost.He would've thought that Cold would be taking long, relaxed breaths,just waiting for the time to move again.But his breaths were coming out in quick, short bursts,as if he was trying to get to heart under control.But why would-oh.”

“That was when he realised-Cold wasn't bored and just waiting for something interesting to happen.He was overwhelmed,a feeling Paranoid was quite familiar with.”

……

“He unfortunately towered over Paranoid.It was eerily quiet as they stared each other down, Paranoid having to crane his neck back to even properly look at him-so close that their chest feathers were touching”

“They held each other's gazes,and Cold didn't seem to blink,an intensity in his stare that had Paranoid's knees wobbling,but he held firm.”

“This should've been the moment that Paranoid turned around and left him wanting more,like with Contrarian.The longer he stayed there though,the quicker Cold would call his bluff,or give up entirely.”

“But at this proximity,Paranoid could clearly see the slight tremor in the other's body,the clouded, almost unfocused look in his eyes.Cold hid it well, but Paranoid knew when someone was overstimulated,from his own experiences and with helping Hero through his own struggles.”

“He couldn't look away,pretend to not care.He did care,even if Cold acted like he didn't,and he wouldn't feel right leaving him all alone in these woods.The thought made his stomach turn.”

“Cold may act numb,but a body doesn't lie.”

……

“"Close your eyes,"he said,and he waited until Cold obliged,before doing the same himself.For once, Paranoid actually felt sure of what he was doing as he said,"Take a deep breath in,hold it for four seconds,then breathe out for five seconds."He did it as well,and was pleasantly surprised to hear Cold copy him.”

“He rubbed a thumb over Cold's knuckles and whispered,"Now do it again."They breathed in sync, letting nothing but the sounds of the forest consume them,and Paranoid,even though this was for Cold,felt his own muscles relax and his wings lower to the ground.A part of him wanted to stay in this little bubble of peace forever.”

Notes: if the author is reading this, I’m the anon that had asked for your voices designs! Sorry for taking too long regarding this ahaha

I had to design the voices specifically for this fic, which is why it took a bit long before I actually start drawing it! I also had to deal with my other projects and my irl stuff, which made it take even longer

Also, I know this fic mainly focuses on the blooming friendship and trust between Oppy and Jitters(Paranoid), but this scene just stuck with me when I was reading that part. It’s just so calming and therapeutic in a way, seeing Paranoid figuring out how to help despite not being in TLQ anymore. He’s really cool in this particular scene!

I might draw more scenes out in the future whenever I can! Especially some of the Oppy scenes! It’s a big “maybe” at the moment though…

[arcane-ish]

Some thoughts on love, changing the world, co-dependency and commander Caitlyn

I watched this youtube video, “Understanding Vi”. I think it makes a pretty good case for why Vi falls for Caitlyn and what the appeal, the draw of the relationship is for her.

Looking at some of the other vids on the channel, I got the impression that there is focus a bit on ships that would actually be working and healthy in a real life way, couples whose personalities and goals and stage in life are a good match.

It made me look at CaitVi a bit under that light, and also what Amanda might have been thinking when she forged them.

I’m personally a big subscriber to the whole “shipping something doesn’t mean that the characters are perfect or that the relationship is perfect just that you think there’s a good story there”. And I vibe with that a lot. I can want to see characters interacting or just what the interactions would tell me about a character I like, even if I think the relationships might end in breakup or death and murder eventually. At the same time, not everybody ships like that or ships like that all the time.

It can be a particular type of comfort ship to look at your ship and just feel like things will be alright for them. That no matter what happens they’ll support each other and they’ll still be together when they are old and gray. And for that you do have to write the characters as just being very stable with each other.

[speaking of which, maybe that’s just the Zaundads shipper in me, I have seen quite a bit of hot CaitVi art of course and quite a bit of CaitVi if they met as kids, but are there any good arts of them growing old together/spending their life together? I know League means they will forever be frozen like that, but I think for a bit them with the first traces of gray hair could be lovely, especially if as part of a chain of arts with them also being younger]

I think CaitVi can work like that, two people who genuinely like each other, who want to make it work and who overall have enough self discipline that they can make it work despite any conflicts that might rise up.

Looking at the plot, I do feel like CaitVi got shafted a little bit in season 2, for my tastes, my priorities, because if you look around, it feels like with most of the other ships they have a measurable effect on the plot. Zaundad reuniting is the reason why the AU is like that according to the writer’s statements, Ekko stops Jinx’s suicide attempt, Jayce talks Viktor down from destroying the world, timetravel Viktor is the reason that Jayce became interested in magic.

And no, I’m not saying that CaitVi has no effect on the plot. In season 1 it is very clear, Caitlyn is Vi’s “bridge” to Piltover, their connection is why Vi and Caitlyn are standing in front of the council trying to make a case for Zaun, their connection is also the reason for a lot of conflict and misunderstandings between Vi and Jinx.

And even in season 2, her love for Cait is clearly the reason why Vi joins up with the enforcers or why she lets herself be handed over to Ambessa.

But now we get to the actual meat of what I want to talk about. I know there are a lot of jokes about “Vi calls Cait cupcake and fascism leaves Cait’s body”. And here it goes: I don’t think that that’s true because Cait was pretty half-hearted about fascism anyway.

And this is not to say Caitlyn is not to blame for the things she did as Commander Caitlyn or before. Heck, especially if you knew on some level that it was wrong makes it extra questionable in its own way. But that’s just genuinely how I read Caitlyn as a character. From her point of view there two big candidates for “for love” decisions:

turning on Ambessa

letting Jinx go

But both of these to me seem like they are in general alignment with what Caitlyn is feeling in this situation anyway. Which doesn’t mean that Vi isn’t a factor in the mix of Caitlyn’s motivations. But that she isn’t the only one and that I can picture worlds where Caitlyn makes roughly the same choices even if Vi wasn’t around.

Caitlyn doesn’t fight to become commander. It gets offered to her without any pushing on her side, it basically falls into her lap. We skip forward in time and she is already doubting that it’s a great idea in her scene with Maddie. I feel like her doubts grow in the scene with Singed. IMO Caitlyn was (1) never that gung-ho for commandering from an ideological point of view, she was willing to do it and ignore her own doubts for the big goal of “catching Jinx”. And yes maybe she was curious about Ambessa. (2) she was already out with half a foot when she meets Vi again and Vi gives her the opportunity to jump ship.

Similarly, letting Jinx go, I feel like Caitlyn understands that she needs to let go of her hate. That’s what her scene with Jinx is about. Maybe in a world without Vi Caitlyn wouldn’t have been able to bring herself to the point of actively letting Jinx go/unleashing her on the world again even as she understands that she needs to let go of Jinx/her hate for Jinx. But I think she at least heavily would have thought about it.

I think from a ship point of view? You want your ship to be powerful, you want it to have a ripple effect on the plot, you want it to shape the world. But from a relationship point of view? It’s probably better and saner if the people involved are put together enough that they can fix themselves before hooking up and are not co-dependent on each other for not going evil or not offing themselves.

From a relationship point of view, it’s probably better that Caitlyn doesn’t need Vi to develop doubts about Ambessa and that Vi doesn’t need Caitlyn to pull her out of her self destructive spiral from the beginning of s2a2. Because if they have the strength to pull themselves out of their dark places it makes them more ready to have a healthy and sane relationship and choose each other because this is what they want.

There’s a romantic appeal to co-dependent characters who absolutely need each other, but from a relationship POV? It’s probably better to … not be like that. That Vi and Cait do have things in their lives and parts of their personality they want to explore before they return to each other.

(that said, I do hope CaitVi fandom is full of “Commander Cait can’t live without Vi and decides to sneak into Zaun to watch Vi fight undercover, after having seen the posters, or just having heard the reputation, or runs into her accidentally while doing a raid on the club. Because while from an intellectual point of view I totally get why it’s probably better that Vi pulls herself out of her hole, for my shipper tastes, yeah I totally want Cait to see Vi at her lowest and it gals me that in canon Jinx is sneaking into Vi’s fights to check on her and not Cait)

[luckyartdrawer]

100 Follower Milestone Poll! 🎉🎉🎉

Heya lovelies!!! This blog hit 100 followers oh my goodness!!!

I really can't believe it, it's so awesome to see you all here! <333 Whether you're new or old around here it doesn't matter, I am electronically hugging and/or patting all of your heads in great thanks! ✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

To celebrate, I have some options in a poll for y'all to choose what you would like to see for this milestone! I HIGHLY suggest reading the explanations of each option below the break! It clarifies some important details. Its down there so any of y'all just scrolling by won't have to worry about a wall of text! <3

Please feel free to vote even if you aren't following me!!!

Poll Options explanations:

Drop early chapters of EYED / Dreamlike: This is a Moon-centric x reader fic I've been working on for several months now and I originally planned to start posting it when I finished it or got really close to doing so. I dropped a sneak peek of it here! I find myself currently on a standstill on it's later chapters, which is why it hasn't been finished yet, but otherwise I am reallllly happy with it's messaging and pacing. (Rn I have plotted out 15 chapters but it's looking like it could be longer with how I write oops-)

The first chapters have been pretty polished at this point, so if people are really curious about this one, I don't mind to start posting the chapters up to a certain point. If this wins, I'll post the first 3 chapters for 3 sequential days, then 4 and 5 will come out in the next week, and then the last week I'll post ch. 6 for no particular reason mhmm yup I am not planning anything nefarious-

Drawing requests: This would be my first time doing something like this, and while I know I can pop out some bangers for y'all I also don't want to dig myself into a hole and leave y'all waiting for a long time. 😅So if this wins, I'll take the first 10 requests and draw them out! If I feel capable of doing more I may open some more slots for y'all, but I need to test my speed and my capabilities here first. Expect some lovely rendering bc I love it so, but I won't be doing backgrounds (besides simple colors) for the sake of my sanity.

Drabble requests: Most of ya here probably see me as only an artist, but I do write and actually started out as a writer first for this fandom hehe. ✨ I've been doing well recently with short stories so as long as y'all want em, I can hopefully dish em out at a reasonable pace! I, again, haven't done something like this before. So if this wins, I'll take the first 10 requests, but I feel more confident that I can do this at a reasonable pace, so if things go well I'll open up 5-10 more slots for y'all!

Rendered drawing of a dca AU: Hehe, my forte /J. I've drawn some whacky crossovers, cute sillays, and horror stuff at times, but some of y'all also know I love soooo many AUs in this fandom, hehe! I definitely do not mind drawing AUs, there are MANY I haven't drawn for, but I will be avoiding drawing other's specific AUs. I love making fanart, but this is going to thank y'all for being here, so I would like to keep from using someone else's AU -- it would feel like I'm stealing them e3e.

Plus, this is from me to thank you! And so will the goobers! I'll try to be as detailed as possible with both the characters and location <3

If this wins, I'll set up another poll to last for 3 days. It'll have some general au options like Mer, then I'll list out some crossovers I have done like Submas! Sun/Moon, and I'll add my own AUs! There will also be an option to suggest an AU/crossover! (Please don't be afraid to do so, as long as enough people have an interest in the option, or even if it doesn't win I may still make it if I really like the suggestion! <333)

Rendered drawing of Biblical dca: This means the drawing will be as realistic to the original as I can get it! Gonna do my best to do material rendering and all mwehehe! Though, I may make him extra polished/shiny to not only play with reflections, but to also say how sparkly y'all make me feel hehe ✨✨✨

If this wins, I'll try to finish the drawing within a week or 2 after I make the announcement of the poll's winner! I'll also throw out a really quick poll for 1 day to let y'all pick who will be our biblical goober: Sun, Moon, or Ruin Eclipse!

Something else: This is pretty self explanatory, but if you have ideas, comment below! (You can even if you didn't pick this option!!!) And if you see an idea you like or that you wanted to comment already said below, please reply to that person's comment to keep things easy to track! You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, just drop something simple like ✨ in it and I'll know that means ya voted for it. :) (I'll be checking to make sure people didn't vote on the same comment more than once! But you can vote for multiple ideas <3)

If this wins/has enough interest, I'll choose the most popular suggestion! Depending on what suggestion wins, I may actually do BOTH that suggestion and the winning/2nd place option on the poll!!!! ( Woah 2 for one what :O )

My choice 💥💥💥: I typically don't like making choices actually, but in the case y'all are indecisive I will step up ✨✨✨ If this wins, I'll likely choose whatever sounds best to me in that moment hehehe, you'll never be 100% sure what I'll do >:)

Moon's bald and we love him for it: Oh yeah we do! <3 This is just a joke option to let people who don't want to vote to see the results. If this wins... Uh... We'll go for the 2nd place vote! And also I'll add a bald Moon doodle as a bonus goodie. (I'm so good at making incentives to get people to vote, I know I know ✨✨✨)

Thanks again for all the love guys!!! This fandom has been so good to me and I cannot thank y'all enough for making it as awesome and welcoming as it has been! <333

[selfidentifiednerdyprude]

People are allowed to have sexual experiences that are inconsistent with their orientation label, because people are allowed to have whatever kinds of sexual experiences they want forever so long as everyone's old enough and into it, however, one of the functions of orientation labels in interpersonal communication is telling others how much of a chance (if any) they have of being compatible with you.

Asexuality, specifically, has the function of telling others regardless of gender that they do not have much of a chance, if any.

Yes, asexuals are physically capable of fucking, and some of us even want to. But if someone says "I'm asexual" as a way to telegraph their disinterest in sex, whether in general or with you in particular, it is not your job to respond with "some aces fuck tho." If you do that, any ace person who hears you do that has the right to assume that you are a creep and probably a predator! Because you just saw someone drawing a line in the sand and responded to it with "well actually here's why I don't have to respect your boundary" and buddy, that isn't normal person behavior!

[a-lonely-dunedain]

every magic school has the Cringefail Newbie and the Self-Proclaimed Prodigy that adopted him <3

so I finally managed a drawing of Elbryn I'm actually happy with! idk if I'll ever write a proper fic involving him but I do have many Thoughts™ about the lil guy so I'll just dump them here under the cut

so after his rather embarrassing magical mishap in Helgen (which he's pretty sure didn't summon the dragon? but he isn't ruling it out as a possibility) he basically swears off using spells entirely and opts for a war axe

somehow manages to not die despite his lack of skill, figures out he's the Dragonborn yadda-yadda, we've all played the quests.

actually counts the Seven-Thousand-Steps to High-Hrothgar like the nerd he is. It was significantly more than seven thousand and his legs hurt so badly.

after making it to High-Hrothgar the Greybeards basically told Elbryn that he would need to become stronger before he could battle dragons as equals and master his Thu'um. Unfortunately they didn't provide much guidance on exactly how he should go about that, only telling him "that path would be made clear" and leaving the rest up to him.

Decides to go back to Whiterun and join the Companions. He's very intimidated by them, but they're probably the best people he could hope to learn from if he wants to master his skills with a blade.

Notably he goes to great lengths to hide his status as the Dragonborn from basically everyone. He feels as though the people of Skyrim are disheartened enough with the return of the Dragons, and if they knew this "legendary dragon-slayer" was really just some scrawny Breton ex-mage it would only dishearten them further, so he feels like it's better to let everyone assume the Dragonborn is some strong and fearsome Nord warrior or something of that nature. At least until he feels as though he can live up to the title.

He also hides his past as a mage from them because he gets the sense that the Companions would like, instantly stop respecting him if they knew. He does feel very bad about keeping so many secrets from them though, seeing as they all talk a big game about how they "don't deal in secrets like thieves and mages do"

Anyway things with the Companions go surprisingly well! His fighting skills improve significantly and he actually starts to form an unlikely friendship with Farkas. a bit of an "opposites attract" type thing. Farkas sees that Elbryn has a lot of potential but lacks confidence, so he sorta decided to take him under his wing. (Vilkas is a bit less fond of Elbryn though. not that he really dislikes him or anything, but he catches on that he's hiding something and doesn't quite trust it)

anyway if you know how the Companions questline goes you know that they take you into the Underforge with the intention of turning you into a werewolf alarmingly fast. Elbryn was still willing to work with them upon learning they were werewolves, but becoming one himself? no no no no nope. He basically tells them "yeah uhh I'll need to think about it", goes to his room, packs his stuff and sneaks off that very same night without saying a word to anyone. In hindsight he feels bad about that. Kinda wishes he had left Farkas a note or something, but he was scared and in a hurry. Oh well, nothing to be done about it now...

now I know they weren't going to force him to become a werewolf or anything, but Elbryn didn't know that. I mean they said they weren't going to force him but they also said the Companions don't deal in secrets, yet here they are doing this under Kodlak's nose in the dead of night! he has no idea what to think or expect or who he could even talk to and these guys have teeth. so he just runs.

north specifically. Not for any particular reason, he just had to pick a direction and it happened to be north. Wanders around for a bit, unsure of were to go now that his only source of martial training fell through.

Eventually comes across Frostflow Lighthouse (REAL downer of a dungeon that one) Now the thing about Frostflow is that near the end you drop down a cliff, and the only way back out is through the final boss. the giant Chaurus Reaper. So he's cornered down there, alone, with a foe he is woefully unprepared to fight. (In game it kept two-shotting me lmao, but I decided to make a story thing out of it!)

So in desperation he decides to use his magic. Not a lot mind you, maybe just to heal himself or create a flash to stun it so he could get away, but whatever it was he intended to do with it hardly matters, because that's not what ended up happening.

See, as it turns out, when you're naturally gifted with high amounts of magic, trying to suppress it for long periods of time like what Elbryn did basically turns you into a magic bomb. So the moment he tried to tap into his magika reserves, it was like a dam burst open. Everything in the cavern was engulfed in a storm of pure untamed magical energy, swirling and burning and tearing until nothing was left of the Chaurus but some strips of charred flesh and chitin

Elbryn immediately passes out, wakes up an indeterminate amount of time later dazed and utterly horrified at the carnage he left behind. I mean sure, it worked out in his favor this time, he was surrounded by foes and going scorched earth was really the only option, but if someone else had been with him? if something like that were to happen when he was with a friend or trying to protect or rescue someone... He looks back at the charred bits of Chaurus strewn about.

yeah, just suppressing his magic ain't gonna cut it, he needs to learn how to control it or else. There's a college in Winterhold right? that's where he has to go then. So he sets out east over the ice fields and hopes he can make it there before getting hopelessly lost and dying.

(ok I had a lot more to say but this was getting LONG I'll have to make another post later lol. sorry, Elbryn decided he wanted to have a story so I guess there's a story now)

[moociaoafterdark]

So, a person has replied to this post saying that this person could've experienced a sexual abuse by a man, hence the reaction. No hate to them, but either they deleted the replies or Tumblr is being stupid, so I will elaborate here anyway.

As I stated in the second to last paragraph, it's perfectly normal to have a negative reaction to something that triggers you. Thing is, this doesn't feel like a trigger and more like a general "ew, I thought this was yuri, but it was stinking heteros again". This is not the first time this particular panel from that particular doujin got reposted. And what sucks, this is not the first time those yuri fans reacted in that way. OP's replies to people that agreed with their post confirmed that.

OP did try to deflect by saying, that they thought this was consensual roleplay, which, honestly, the drawing definitely doesn't even come off that way. I guess a little side step, but the art is beautiful and the artist has a great understanding of lighting and atmosphere. They also did a great job with facial expressions, the emotions that the characters are experiencing are written all over their faces. With that said, nothing in the art suggested that what was happening was good, wholesome or for that matter consensual. The sinister lighting, shadows obscuring the ML's face, blank eyes of FL, FL crying and looking as if her will had been broken down, dark narrowed eyes of ML. Even if this was a role play... Just what kind of role play is even taking place? CNC/rape play perhaps?

Hence, my reaction. As I said, I'm proship, and what is one of our core beliefs?

"If I see something I don't like or something that triggers me, but is ultimately harmless, I scroll by and ignore it. Block the hashtags or people if I really have to, but ultimately, mind my own business."

Hence, my post. There's no real difference between abusive mlm, wlw or het dynamics in fiction, because, as I said: abuse is abuse, no matter the gender. If people are allowed to openly condemn toxic het dynamics for exploring abuse in a safe enviorment, wouldn't it only be fair for the same to happen to toxic queer dynamics that do the same thing? No, it's NOT fair, because all of them are allowed to exist in fiction and deserve to be explored by people that want to.

Our job, is to understand that and respect that. Understand that there are people out there that feel comforted and seen by this kind of fiction. And to not judge them.

Aka, mind our own business and scroll by! Realize that internet is not a safe place and that we are responsible for our boundaries and triggers! Man! I sure wonder if there is an internet movement dedicated to shipping whatever you want and condemning harassment over fiction! Ahh, it probably doesn't exist, huh?

Right, so, uhm, quick question

Why do people thinks that toxic queer relationships (specifically the lesbian/wlw/yuri ones) are good and are okay to explore in fiction (to a certain degree god forbid we depict actual severe abuse), but the second it's toxic heterosexual relationship suddenly it's very wrong and sickening? Why are so many himefujos love "toxic yuri" and "toxic yaoi" and call it ""better"" and different from toxic het pairs??? As a victim of female-on-female CSA, as I already stated in the screenshots, let me make one thing clear:

ABUSE IS ABUSE, NO MATTER THE GENDER

It's okay to explore and play around with abusive dynamics in fiction! I'm proship and a huge lover of DD:DNE! Hell, I myself am a huge lover of toxic pairings (just take a look at my blog, lmao) and I even read the doujin that the OP commented on (it was very good, I liked it!) However, I find it weird and honestly extremely disrespectful how some people are okay only exploring toxic dynamics only when it's queer? Why is it being male-on-male or female-on-female suddenly makes it "better"? "Safer"?

It's not. Same sex sexual abuse is just as devastating as sexual abuse between two sexes. Something that SHOULD BE obvious, but apparently not?

It's fine if you yourself had an unfortunate experience with a certain type of abuse and therefore are uncomfortable seeing it in fiction. But victims/survivors aren't a monolith. Some victims of SA still like toxic dynamics for, really, any reason. That's perfectly fine too, hell, it may even be therapeutic to them, as proven over and over again by actual psychiatrists.

Everyone has different triggers.

What I'm trying to say is: don't be a hypocrite. Abuse is abuse. You can't call one type of abuse acceptable and progressive to explore in fiction, while all the others should be swept under a rug. That's not how it fucking works.

[just-an-emily-existing]

DON'T WORRY EVERYONE I DIDNT FORGET MY MAN'S DAY HE'S RIGHT HERE

[abstractfrog]

Happy 1 year anniversary to Mr Sherlock Holmes! Here's a litttleee celebratory comic from me

[melonsharks]

like a thing, make a character lineup to figure out how i would draw them. thats the way my brain works! you can find close-ups under the cut!

these were fun :] theres a lot of characters in this show that would be fun to draw, is there anyone you guys wanna see next? 🤔

[adragonsfriend]

To expand on a particular point, but slightly to the left, I sometimes see the argument made that “Jedi are partly inspired by Buddhist beliefs, so to criticise Jedi is to critics Buddhism, so critisizing the Jedi is inherently prejudice, so stfu.” None of those things necessarily follow from one another.

(Please note: there are many, many words for how much I love the Jedi and believe they are right about how their world works and how to be good in that world, because I have written both essays and fics about it)

First, the world building of the Jedi involving significant inspiration does not in any way make them representative of Buddhism in the real world. A couple of movies could never contain the depth and breadth of any religion—at most SW attempts to communicate a few principles, with varying success. (Besides which, argument that Buddhism is the sole religious inspiration for SW and the Jedi when everyone or almost everyone involved it their creation grew up in a Christian culture, the main writer explicitly says their thematic opposition is “like the Devil,” and lots of the people involved probably have totally other religions in their lives as well, is frankly foolish)

Second, while a fan-base similarly steeped in a wider Christian and Western culture is certainly likely to be less knowledgable about and quite possibly prejudiced against other understandings of the world, people are allowed to criticise real religions. It should be done with the weight and understanding of what that means—telling millions or sometimes billions of people they are living they lives wrong in some way, and either tacitly or explicitly asking them to change it—but it is not inherently prejudiced to do so. Buddhism, like any other religion, is not some magical mystery thing which is above becoming part of societal or personal strife.

The difference comes in, like OP says, with how well you understand what you are arguing about. For me, criticising my parents Christianity is fairly easy to do with nuance: I used to believe, I went to the services, I read the book, I experienced having a church as a center of community, I’ve seen some good and some bad come of it. I could not say the same if I was critique any other religion, so if I wanted to, I would have to take far more care and do far more research.

There are many arguments about what went on in the SW universe, some of which come down to the ambiguity on interpreting fiction, and some of which come back to real world issues. Some of those arguments are fun, some of them are ones you and I have opinions on, and some of them are dumb; “Jedi are partly inspired by Buddhist beliefs, so to criticise Jedi is to critics Buddhism, so critisizing the Jedi is inherently prejudice, so stfu,” is one of that last group.

There are far more interesting rephrasings of it to explore, including but not limited to:

“I think your view of Star Wars is being limited by growing up in a Christian/other non Buddhist culture.”

“Well if you go and read this text, you’ll see that Buddhism actually says something similar to what Jedi say, but the text has a little more context…”

Or even, “clearly we both know fuck all about Buddhism, so let’s try talking about SW and the Jedi in their own rite, without drawing on real religions to make quippy one liners about how right we are.”

And remember, both-sidesism is always a lie—not just in that two or more “sides” are very rarely equally good—but in the very assumption that any issue of real importance has any inherent “sides” to it at all.

I don't and never will mind posts that criticize the Jedi, their beliefs, etc etc. I myself have pointed out the fact that many other people in the Pro Jedi community do not acknowledge or "allow" others to point out that, yes, the Jedi did have flaws as an organization, and they definitely had some very flawed members. What I do mind is when those posts (and their points) are made with a complete lack of understanding of the material being talked about. You are not building a good argument on the Jedi being wrong about attachments if you do not understand that attachment and love are not the same thing. You can be attached/develop attachment to something you fucking hate. Even then, attachment in the Star Wars universe, as in Buddhism, is defined by feelings of clinging or an inability to let things go/allow change.

You are not building a good argument on the Jedi having a slave army if you are not willing to bring up how they were put into that position, how they themselves dealt with that situation, and make an argument for what they could have done differently that takes the complexities of the entire situation into account. You are not making a good argument about the Jedi being wrong to hold Anakin's fear against him if you cannot and/or will not acknowledge that Star Wars' entire power/magic system is based upon negative emotions and our reactions to them. I could go on and on and on, but I would be beating a dead tauntaun at that point. My point is, approach the media and your arguments in good faith, with clear knowledge on what it is you are talking about, and you'll find people more receptive to hearing you out. That goes for both "sides." Just be good to each other, always.

[canisalbus]

Happy non chocolate cake day.

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