#and even if it were real i would never be able to afford those clothes

[novuit]

I just remembered this mondrian suit I've designed a couple months back for Feliciano for an AU for a fic. It was a really good suit, I loved it so much. I'm still unhealthily obsessed with the idea of Feliciano wearing mondrian art and just anything him related to any abstact art. He looked absolutely phenomenal in his art. Just... Gorgeous.

[sailorstar9]

My Stepsister Seduces My Husband, But What She Doesn’t Know Is That...

F/N and Zhongli had their wedding shortly after the Lantern Rite Festival.

Everyone thought F/N found a handsome man, not knowing the truth. They were all deceived by his chiselled face and body; F/N's step-sister was one of those deceived. Because no one, save for the Adepti in Liyue Harbor, knew that Zhongli was the Prime Adepti.

After the most recent 'Rite of Descension', he started to work at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour as its consultant.

A few days after the Lantern Rite Festival, F/N brought Zhongli home to visit her parents. They brought along three large boxes of gifts along with Gaming and a fellow guard from the Transport Agency. It was Zhongli first meeting with his wife's family.

The presence of Zhongli and the two Transport Agency guards scared F/N's biological father and stepmother.

The dinner table was set after Zhongli paid Gaming and his partner for their services.

F/N's step-sister, dressed to the nines, kept helping Zhongli to food, trying to impress him. “My sister is merely a junior tax agent working at the Ministry of Civil Affairs. And yet she found such a wonderful man like brother-in-law. I envy her; unlike me who works hard training under Director Yun every day, afraid to eat more just to maintain my figure. I might be able to perform alongside the Director some day and may not even find a partner as good as brother-in-law.” she sighed, showing off by pinching her slim waist.

F/N's step-sister, Zhen Yu, was brought by F/N's stepmother; their two families were from divorced and remarried families.

A few years ago, F/N's mother died from a rock slide while working at The Chasm. Shortly after that, F/N's father quickly got together with Zhen Yu's mother after a meeting with the marriage broker.

Ever since Zhen Yu entered the household, the two step-sisters never got along. Zhen Yu especially loved competing with F/N. When Y/N pulled her hair into a bun with a hair stick, Zhen Yu would also bun up her hair the next day with an extra hair stick. When F/N was thirteen, a boy from the neighbourhood gave her a love letter. Zhen Yu then intentionally wore a floral dress in front of him and claiming F/N was dirty and didn't bathe. Seeing the boy flee from embarrassment, Zhen Yu smirked to herself. Later, when F/N approached Yun Jin for an apprenticeship, Zhen Yu followed suit and applied. She cried pitifully, saying she didn't dare to ask for much. And if her real father was around, he would definitely be willing to send her.

The Yun-Han Opera Troupe apprenticeship fees were very high and the family could only afford to send one person.

F/N's father, feared being accused of favouritism by his new wife, sent Zhen Yu to Yun Jin.

F/N gritted her teeth and started working, using the Mora she saved from her salary to pay for her way through law school.

Later, when F/N brought a classmate home to introduce him as her boyfriend, Zhen Yu also stole him from F/N.

At this moment, when Zhongli heard Zhen Yu's words, he put down his chopsticks with a bang. He frowned slightly but didn't say anything, just overturning his bowl on the table. “My apologies.” he started. “I don't like anyone, except my wife, serving me food. I'm disgusted by the saliva.”

Zhen Yu was stunned, her face flashed with embarrassment. She looked at Zhongli plaintively, “I'm not a stranger.” she whined.

Zhongli did not say a word and just pointed his knee with a finger. “Move your feet under the table away from my legs.”

F/N peered under the table cloth, noticing Zhen Yu's foot was reaching under her chair to try and touch Zhongli's leg.

Zhen Yu was instantly dumbfounded; after all, this trick of hers always worked. It's not something a normal person would point out directly. Seeing everyone in the family glance at her, she was so embarrassed that she quickly explained, “Brother-in-law, have you all misunderstood something? If you don't like me serving food, it's okay. I know my sister is usually petty, but I really don't mean anything by it.”

F/N's step-mother immediately spoke up, “Mr. Zhongli, this is Zhen Yu's goodwill. She usually looks down on everyone, never being so gentle and caring. It's just a kind gesture. Did F/N say anything to cause you to misunderstand?”

F/N father also chimed in, “Our table is small. Bumps are inevitable. Don't think so much about it. Zhen Yu is just caring for her brother-in-law.”

As F/N watched her father's and step-mother's behaviour, she couldn't help but sneer. Zhen Yu had done this kind of thing not just once or twice; they had always turned a blind eye and they weren't any different now.

As soon as they finished speaking, Zhongli unbuttoned the top button of his suit with a somewhat amused smile. F/N was about to get angry at her father's words, but he patted her shoulder. Then, he manifested a sharp Geo shard from his palm. Letting the shard twirl above his palm, he said, “F/N has told me everything about the family. Let me make it clear to you all. F/N is my wife. If you still want to bully her in the future, don't blame me for being ruthless.” snarling at the three of them after he dispelled the Geo shard, he added, “Respecting you as F/N's parents, I won't speak any dirty words. If you don't want trouble, don't let your attention wander to my wife.”

F/N's father opened his mouth, his face red with rage, wanting to say something, but he knew he was helpless against a Vision user. Infuriated and trembling, he yelled, “How dare you... how could you find such ruffians?”

F/N simply cleared her throat and grabbed Zhongli's arm. “Ruffians? Dad, don't talk nonsense. Don't you know Zhongli is a renowned consultant at Wangsheng Funeral Parlour?”

Zhen Yu and F/N's step-mother's faces turned so ugly it could have dripped ink. They probably couldn't continue eating that meal.

Zhongli didn't say much as the conversation had ended. “it's getting late.” he started. “You should rest early. I'll take F/N home.” with that, he wrapped his arm around F/N's waist and walked away.

Turning back to her childhood home as she and Zhongli walked to the walk path, F/N saw Zhen Yu glaring furiously. F/N, it's not over between us. She swore. I must have your man. There's no cat in the world that doesn't steal fish. Just you wait and see.

“Looks like my step-sister has set her sights on you.” F/N turned to Zhongli.

F/N was surprised when her father paid her a visit at her workplace, bringing ham to apologize.

“Your mother's favourite was ham, you know.” F/N's father spoke, picking a piece of Minty Meat Roll at Wanmin Restaurant at lunchtime.”

“Alright.” F/N sighed, knowing her father's underlying intentions. “Here's the address.” she wrote down her current lodging address on a piece of paper.

“Let Zhen Yu bring them over to you.” F/N's father suggested. “She also wants to apologize to you.”

Using family ties to deceive me. F/N wondered after her father left the restaurant after paying for his share of the meal. Was it just a ploy to get Zhen Yu my address? It seemed like my sister hadn't given up; still determined to win Zhongli over.

Sure enough, that weekend, Zhen Yu showed up at F/N's door, knocking. She was dressed in a figure-hugging qipao and high heels.

Seeing F/N answer the door, she hesitated for moment, collecting her flirtatious look. “Your place is hard to find. My feet ache from all that walking.” she whined.

“Then, why don't you hire a transport agency?” F/N was not amused.

“How could I?” Zhen Yu complained. “I've come to apologize in person. I wasn't being polite the other day.”

Then, she simply entered without taking off her shoes and gave a glance around. “Is Zhongli not at home?”

“He's out getting bamboo shoots.” F/N answered, just as Zhongli came in with several bamboo shoots in a basket.

As soon as he saw Zhen Yu, his eyebrows farrowed and he gave F/N a questioning look.

“I couldn't help it.” F/N shrugged. “She sticks like glue.”

Zhen Yu's eyes lit up when she saw Zhongli. She practically skipped over, but before she could take a few steps, she tripped and fell in front of the married couple. She rubbed her legs awkwardly, “I think I sprained my foot. Honey, could you help me up?”

“You're an adult and you can't even walk properly without tripping on flat ground.” F/N chided. “Maybe you should get checked up at the Bubu Pharmacy.”

Zhen Yu pouted when Zhongli just walked over her and into the kitchen.

“Why bother with her?” the Lord of Geo looked at his wife as they prepared ingredients for Oncidium Tofu.

“She's like a rush that you can't shake off.” F/N replied, slicing the tofu.

Zhen Yu, feeling awkward, noticed that neither of the couple were paying attention to her. After a while, she picked herself up before darting towards the kitchen. “Is Zhongli the one who cooks at home? It must be hard for you; working to support the family then coming home to cook for my sister. When I have a husband, I won't let him cook for me. Cooking is women's work. Men shouldn't be in the kitchen.”

Zhongli poured himself a cup of Chenyu Brew, blew across the tea cup and took a sip to calm himself down. Rolling up his sleeves, he downed the entire cup, revealing his entire sleeve tattoo. “What's on the menu tonight? Let's cook this.” he looked coldly at Zhen Yu.

“Cook...” Zhen Yu stuttered, her face turning pale at the golden diamond-shaped tattoos decorating Zhongli's arms. “In our house, both of us handle the inside. Do you have a problem with that?”

“I don't have a problem.” Zhen Yu stammered. “I just feel sorry for my sister. It's not easy for you.”

“You're not someone to me.” Zhongli replied dismissively. “Why should I pity you?”

F/N pulled the still shell-shocked Zhen Yu away, “It's better to just give up. Not all men fall for your tricks.”

“Wasn't my brother-in-law just joking?” Zhen Yu recomposed herself with a forced smile as she prepared to leave F/N's house. “He's really funny.”

“Don't worry, mom.” Zhen Yu assured her mother once she returned home. “There was a small mistake there. There's no man I can't handle. I'm set on winning Zhongli and making F/N miserable. You didn't visit their house. You don't know they live in a house bigger than ours and they have more antiques than us. It's just her husband seems a bit off but rich people all have their quirks. It's normal. F/N is not as attractive as me. Why should she have such a good husband? She must have tricked him. Wait and see. I used to steal all her boyfriends. Now I will steal her husband too. Men are all the same.”

“Now, what is this about the ex-fiance of yours?” Zhongli breathed, the couple were cuddling in bed after a night of lovemaking.

Acting upon Zhen Yu's instigation, F/N's former fiance had harassed the couple during lunchtime.

“He's just a cheating scumbag that's not worth mentioning.” F/N replied. “We cut off any contact a long time ago. Zhen Yu is bothering you, not me.”

“So, someone's still yearning for your husband and you're not jealous?” Zhongli quirked an amused smile.

“Of course, I get jealous.” F/N playfully poked Zhongli's bare chest. “But I know not everyone can seduce my man.”

Days later, F/N's relatives begun to gossip about Zhen Yu's dismissal from her apprenticeship. She had bullied her fellow junior troupe members and attempted to seduce the troupe elders' sons to get more prominent roles which backfired when Zhongli made a formal complaint of her misconduct directly to Yun Jin. She was permanently expelled from the opera troupe, ending her dreams of performing alongside the troupe director.

[hopelessdelusional]

.・。.・゜✭・.✫・゜・。.

Ever since you were young, you always dreamed of having that special someone. Seeing couples everywhere you go, always giving your toys the most intense love stories. You were obsessed with having a soulmate, the person who got you, who could finish your sentences. 

When you got your first heartbreak, it shattered you, broke you. You were never the type of person to have people falling at your feet, so when someone did like you it was special. You thought that would solve all your problems, and for a while, it did. Until that relationship ended as well. Trying to find someone after your first breakup was hard, but you had to keep moving on. As you grew older, you dealt with a constant pain in relationships. Always being the person to feel the most no matter good or bad. You were empathetic, a curse and a blessing.

Never knowing what true love ever felt like, you trudged on in your journey for a real romantic relationship. Someone that made you shine, someone who made you feel good and at peace. 

Then, Katsuki Bakugou appeared. 

The clouds had parted, and suddenly you felt the warm rays of the sun soaking into your skin. Starting to eat healthy, go out into the world more, working harder; that was all because of Katsuki. He was there with you every second of the day, even if it was metaphoric. Your childhood perception of the perfect lover slowly transformed into reality. Katsuki was undeniably the perfect match for you, even on your darkest days could no one convince you otherwise.

So why were you running? Why did you deny the fact that you were in love with him for so long?

The two of you weren't friends, you were more than that. Yet, that feeing was denied over and over again, even to his face you denied the obvious. Hurt over and over again, too scared to go through the same pain you felt at your adolescence age. Such raw and intimate feelings would be able to be recreated, because it was Katsuki. Katsuki, the most stubborn and determined person you’ve ever met. He put his mind to have a future with you, it was apparent. After all the hurt his faith in you did not waver. The most perfect person for you, the person you'd been dreaming of.

And now, Katsuki was here, standing in front of you right now, holding flowers.

He was dressed nicely, just as he usually did when the two of you went out. Perks of being a model. Models get a lot of nice clothes and jewelry sent to them, and Katsuki used that to his advantage. His cologne overwhelmed your senses, not expecting such a familiar and comforting scent to throw you off so intensely. The worst part was his eyes, always his eyes. Blazing red orbs as intense as everything else about him.

What felt like another lifetime ago, you remembered the first introduction to him you felt as if those eyes were boring right through you. Now, those same eyes indulged in you, searching through every inch of your existence.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

His voice. It was always different with you. To others, it was curt and rough, always had such a strong and distinct tone. But with you, it was soft, almost shy. It was as if he was worried his natural inflection might be too brash for you. It was gentle, never failing to tug on your heart.

Everything about him was overwhelmingly perfect. Over time you had come to realize he was the missing puzzle piece that’s been missing for all these years.

Nevertheless you felt as if you couldn’t afford to let him in, to be selfish. Was that one step, worth the brick walls you’ve been building for so long worth any detrimental aftermaths? He was right there in front of you, despite everything. All the lies, secrets, and fights…he’s still here. Literally.

You stayed still, watching his every move. It wasn’t until his eyebrows burrowed that you softly smiled, reaching your hand out. Gently and hesitantly, he took your hand into his. Unexpectedly, it quickly took a turn when Katsuki pulled your body into his. All of your senses were completely and utterly engulfed in everything that was Katsuki.

Buried in his chest you could feel his heartbeat, running a lot faster than expected. You smiled, allowing yourself to become comfortable in his arms. Not that he was letting you go any time soon, his hands firmly on your waist and face resting on the top of your head.

“Missed you.”

The smile on your face stretched out, making you giggle. You felt giddy, your crush likes you back and he was holding you so tightly in his arms.

As much as you wanted to stay, you realized that you were hugging Katsuki in the hallway of your apartment floor and all of your friends were in the living room watching. (You didn’t have to look at them to know, you knew they were watching).

You pinched the blond making him yelp in surprise. Backing away you felt how wide your grin was and you were sure you looked lovesick but you just couldn’t help it. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion but his eyes were still soft and kind. You cupped his cheek, making his blush spread from his ears to his cheeks.

“I’m guessing you have something else in mind for tonight then?”

There was a spark in his eyes, then a smirk formed on his perfect face.

“You know me too well.”

The two of you held contact for a moment, before you dropped your head and snickered. Looking back up you gently pried the flowers out of Katsuki’s hands, making his body relax. Turning around, you saw your friends all suddenly move and start talking to each other making you roll your eyes. You moved to the kitchen and put the flowers down so you could look for a glass to put it in.

“Hey Kacchan!”

The group all accepted Katsuki’s new presence, welcoming him into the small circle. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Katsuki ruffle Izuku’s hair making him yell out in protest. A comfortable conversation settled over the area as you filled a glass with your new flowers. You were starting to get nervous now that you were alone with your thoughts because being in Katsuki’s arms felt so right, but the two of you had a lot to talk out. There was so much to sort out, secrets to be explained and boundaries to be set. Did you believe that you are worth the work? Should Katsuki take the risk of loving you? He’s a model and you’re photographer you’re going to run into each other! Hitoshi and Kaminari are dating the two groups are going to combined, he’s Izuku’s best friend for crying out loud!

“Oi.”

A stern but comforting voice broke through your train of thought. The blond was standing with his hands on his hips, cocking his head at you. Of course he would notice that you started to get in your head, maybe you should try to make it less obvious next time.

“None of that idiot, we have plans.”

Switching moods quickly you moved over to Katsuki, wanting to leave the presence of your seven friends. However, Katsuki has always fit right into your apartment.

Seeing him in such a domestic setting has always made your heart feel an unexplainable infatuation. All you could imagine was the impossible, where Katsuki would wrap his arms around your waist and you would hold his warm, soft face. The more you looked at the man entering your kitchen the more you wished to reenact the night of the party that started it all.

“And what exactly do you have in mind Kat?”

You matched his energy; arms crossed, a single eyebrow raised, and leaning against the kitchen counter. That seemed to amuse him, because his eyes lit up and a smile formed on his face.

“You’ll see. Come on.”

Katsuki reached his hand out, and for the second time that night you felt frozen in place. You had to swallow your fear, because he was here despite everything. If Katsuki could risk everything about the relationship the two of you have formed, you could to. You kept reminding yourself that this first step was for him. It quickly became a chant, because you had to. You had to push yourself into the unknown.

So you take his hand, and you let him lead you out into the hallway with echoes of ‘goodbye’ and ‘good luck’ trailing behind you. You let him hold your hand all the way down the elevator and out of the apartment building until you made it to his car. You let him open the passenger door for you and you let him drive you to what you assumed was his home based off of the familiar route. You let him put on a playlist saved on his phone of all of your favorite songs, and you let him smile at you as you sang along with the music. When you got to his apartment, you let him open the door for you again and you let him find comfort in intertwining your hands together. You let him lead you all the way up to his apartment, and you let him make small annoyed comments about something wrong with his apartment complex or neighbors. He was only saying those things because he was nervous, tapping his fingers against your knuckles. And you let him.

When the elevator door finally opened you were smiling peacefully watching the blond squirm to get out of the small space. Katsuki looked your way and saw the small grin on your face, causing a deep shade of pink to form on the tips of his ears (hard to notice unless you're looking for it). Whipping his head away, he practically dragged you out of the elevator making you yelp out with surprise. Giggles from your mouth filled the hallway and you didn’t even have to see Katsuki’s face to know he was smiling wildly.

The door opened and closed in an instant, your body still being dragged around. It wasn’t until the two of you made it into the living space of his apartment that you were able to be face to face.

Once again you found yourself in complete awe of the man in front of you, and something told you that Katsuki thought the exact same way about you.

The warmth of his hand in yours must have become overwhelming because the blond started to pull his hand away. However, you didn’t want him to pull away, physically and mentally. You squeezed his hand into staying, and with a reassuring smile Katsuki stepped closer to you. You found his other hand to accompany your other hand as you stayed looking up at Katsuki. You knew his face and you knew what every expression he was making meant; he was nervous.

“Katsuki.”

It was barely above a whisper, your voice only meant to be heard for him. His expression morphed into concern which made you smile.

“I have to tell you something.”

Air felt heavy in your lungs as you waited to gain the confidence needed to say those three words. Every inch of you ached to tell him, to yell it off of the rooftops for everyone to hear. And yet your tongue sat heavy in your mouth.

Unexpectedly, those warm strong hands that rested in your hands quickly moved to sit on top of your hips. You searched Katsuki’s face to see what made him make such a gesture, and you were surprised to see such a soft expression on his sharp face. He was comforting you through his own nervousness. Knowing Katsuki, he was most likely worried about crossing any boundaries, along with his inexperience to any form of intimate affection. Nonetheless he was still giving you butterflies, and the newfound proximity wasn’t helping either.

Either you were imagining it or Katsuki was starting to stare intently at your lips. You licked your lips at the thought, and when you did Katsuki leaned his face closer.

Before you could fully grasp what was happening, Katsuki was pressing his lips firmly against yours. He wasn’t very skilled, so his movements were cautious and gentle. You were astonished such a driven and confident man could be so terrified of something as simple as a kiss.

Similarly you are just as terrified, but only of what happens after the kiss.

Katsuki was kissing you with the intent of having more, because he loves you, and he trusts you.

So you slipped your unoccupied hands into his hair, tilted your head and slowly began to find a rhythm in the movement in your lips. Surprised, Katsuki faltered for a moment before working his lips against yours. He was a quick learner, and from what you remembered of your first shared kiss he was doing much better comparatively.

The kiss started out slow, but just as Katsuki’s personality, passion and eagerness translated through your movements.

Katsuki gripped your body with more intention, drawing you impossibly close to where your bodies felt as if they were melting together. Your hands stayed where they were, and you took the moment to introduce your tongue which pleased Katsuki’s standards.

Instead of saying all that has been resting on your heart, Katsuki gave you the chance to show him instead. Through every moment of your shared kiss the two of you channeled months of unspoken words into each other’s bodies.

It wasn’t until you felt the emergent sensation of needing oxygen that you had to push Katsuki away. As if you didn’t already find the blond attractive, seeing him out of breath, wet lips, and a red coat of blush painting his face made him insufferably ravishing. He was equally out of breath, but clearly upset that your physical time together had been cut short. However, the wild grin that was placed on your face caused Katsuki’s form to relax.

“I love you.”

Voice raspy, you breathed the air out of your lungs as that long awaited phrase left your lips. Your eyes were stuck looking in the crimson eyes in front of you waiting, watching for him to convey some other emotion. Instead, his eyes stayed steady, and his hands grasped at your waist harder. It wasn’t until you let your hands drop down to his chest, pushing him away, that he reacted. His hands snatched yours in an instant, causing you to perk up and meet his fiery eyes.

“You mean it?”

Without hesitation you slipped your hands away and cupped his face. Katsuki’s face instantly lit up in a beautiful blush and you forced him to look at you to make sure he sees the determination in his eyes.

“Always have. I really do love you Katsuki. And I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner.”

A moment passed like that, hands holding his face until his now free hands pulled your body closer making you adjust to the new position. Tracing your hands on his tricep you watched as Katsuki observe you just as you did with him a moment ago. Then, you saw the blond realize that you were telling the truth, and to your surprise Katsuki smirked.

“Good, ‘cause I fucking love you too y/n.”

Before you could answer, he kissed you. He kissed you softer, but still full of compassion and adoration. Engulfing any anxiety of what lies ahead. Katsuki kissed you, and you let him.

Throughout life, Katsuki continued to love you, and you continued to love him. Fulfilling each other’s needs beyond any way you thought was possible. The love that you’ve been longing for all these years was in your reach, and for once in your life you reciprocated every ounce of love back without worry. You were no longer scared, and no longer felt the need to run. Katsuki was there to receive and give. You were finally whole.

After all these years, you watched all of your wildest dreams come true.

.・。.・✭・.✫・゜・。.

wildest dreams

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[morganski-19]

Chills Right to the Marrow Part 52

ao3 link| part 1 . . . part 49, part 50, part 51

Wayne had a bed. The “For Sale” sign in the front lawn of the Harrington’s house has a giant red “Sold” sticker. Boxes fill the trunks of cars, and all the lights go dim. Every speck of life from that house, what little there was, is gone.

They were ready to move on. Move forward. Together.

There was no going back once his truck left this driveway. This would be the last time that he would ever live in a house larger than his own imagination. Larger than his dreams could afford. Living here was never permanent, but it was safe. A space that he came home to and felt at peace. Knowing that his nephew was there, alive, that there were people that cared about them. More than he thought they should, but they did anyway.

It was unbelievable, really. Knowing how many people rally together to help people they barely know. How Wayne deserved that, how he was able to get it at all, he will never know. He’s still wondering when they will all up and leave daily. He’s been fighting on his own for most of his life, he doesn’t know what to do with the small army that’s rallied behind him. Behind Eddie. Any of it.

When the key turns in the lock of his new home, it feels like the first time. Like it knows that this time he walks through the door, it’s permanent. Tonight, will be the first night of his new life. Almost a fresh start. He can hold it in his hands, but it doesn’t feel real.

Steve and Eddie walk in a bit later. Steve with two duffle bags slung over his shoulders. Ever since Wayne’s known about them, they’ve hid their relationship less. Still a bit when the kids are around, but once you see it, you can’t unsee it. He still has his worries, but they seem to be working together. Figuring it out as they go. Trying, failing, and trying again.

He’s never seen them so happy. Not this kind of happy at least. As they walk down the hall to Eddie’s room, laughing about something that Wayne doesn’t even know, it makes him smile. It brings a light to this house that only makes it shine.

Wayne’s room isn’t anything special, plain walls and carpet flooring. But it doesn’t matter. He has a door. He hasn’t had one of those since Eddie moved in. He has a closet. A small closet, but a closet none-the-less. He has a space of his own, one he has no clue what to do with, but can’t wait to find out.

The bed gets made; his clothes get unpacked. It still looks so bare, but it’s growing. Everything’s growing.

For the past few months, it was one thing after another. Running so fast and hoping that everything was done right in between. There were so many mistakes, so many changes. So many things Wayne wants to take back but never can. His life changed, for worse, and for better. Funny how change can do that.

“Wayne, what pizza toppings do you want?” Eddie yells from the kitchen. He had to make it through several walls now, they weren’t in such close quarters anymore.

“The regular,” he yells back. Hoping it was loud enough to hear.

The first night is good. The three of them at the kitchen table, laughing. Ready for something new. When Wayne went to sleep that night, it was the most peace he’d had in a while. Every little worry he had was put on hold. Let him finally rest, so he can continue with everything else tomorrow.

The doorbell rings in the mid-morning. Dustin waiting behind it with a casserole dish.

“My mom sends her congratulations on the house,” he says, pushing the casserole in his hands. “I’d say this is the last of it, but that would be a lie.”

Wayne laughs, nodding for Dustin to come in. “I’m surprised you guys didn’t throw a welcome party or anything. Thought you would be the group to do that.”

“Eddie talked us out of it, said it wouldn’t be what you wanted.”

“Well, he’s right. Can I get you anything?”

He shakes his head. “No, I’m heading over to Mike’s. We’re doing this summer campaign that he made with Will and it’s taking forever.” He’s silent for a moment, before continuing, “I still can’t believe you guys actually moved.”

“Crazy how life moves sometimes, right? I’d never thought I be able to have a place like this.”

There’s a crackle coming from Dustin’s backpack, a muffled voice coming through.

“I gotta go, hope you like the casserole, but don’t let my mom know that unless you expect a dozen more.”

Wayne follows Dustin out, grabbing the morning paper while he watches him bike away. It’s crazy how he’s seen that boy become the shell of a person after that week, and slowly come back to the person he is. Not quite fully there yet, but close.

It’s even crazier how the boys eventually emerge from Eddie’s bedroom and get food. How Wayne can just faintly hear the clink of mugs as they get coffee. The crash of dishes as they make something to eat. The noise used to echo through their little space before, now is muffled by the wall that separates them.

“Paper’s here,” Wayne says when he enters the kitchen, tossing it on the table.

“Thank you.” Steve puts down his coffee to go and grab the paper, flipping to the ads about vacancies.

“Anything new?” Eddie asks, eating some cereal at the table.

Steve shakes his head. “Not yet, I’ll check the other ones when I go to work though.”

“Game’s on tonight, want me to tape it for you?” Wayne asks.

“That would be great, thank you.”

Eddie groans. “The fact that I live with two sports fans is something I never thought would happen.”

Wayne pushes off the doorway. “Well, you’ve been living with one for years, so I think you can learn to deal with it.”

He leaves them to their breakfast, looking around to find something to do. There’re a few things he found at the thrift store he’s still trying to find the right spot to hang. A new shelf, picture frames waiting to be filled, a painting he liked. All things to help him make this the place he always dreamed, even if it was already there.

At night, when the door closes behind him and he lays in his bed, he can still hear the movement in the house. The patter of feet as they walk down the hall and the creaks of floorboards. The thump of Eddie’s can or his crutches. The water flowing through the taps, and the music coming from the room across the hall.

All of it, everything, was more than he ever dreamed. The people that stuck by him, stood up for his family, are now his friends. A community that welcomed him with open arms. His nephew is getting better. Learning how to manage his new life, in all the aspects of it. A person who not only opened his doors for them, but wanted to stay even when there wasn’t enough to give back.

What started in uncomfortable hospital chairs landed him in a plush bed, in a house that is his own. Pain transformed into hope he couldn’t even conceive. Life moved, and he moved with it. Funny how it landed him here, happier than he’s been in a long time.

A laugh forms in his chest, and he frees it.

“What’s so funny,” Eddie asks, walking over to the couch.

“Nothing,” Wayne shakes his head. “Nothing at all.”

Note: Wayne's pov is now complete. One more chapter of Dustin's pov before we start the epilogue.

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[misseviehyde]

STUDENT BODY

Your girlfriend Natasha was really worried about what was going to happen to your relationship once you started to attend different universities. She'd heard that long distance relationships could be really challenging and difficult.

Sure - it was always possible to communicate online and see each other that way, but without physical intimacy even the healthiest relationships would falter. But Natasha was always full of clever ideas.

"Listen babe. I've had an idea. My family have been guarding a magic scrying mirror for generations. I can use it to astrally project my spirit into another person. It's frowned upon to possess another person, but if it's just so we can talk and touch and stuff, I don't see the harm. Make sure you choose someone who is a real asshole though, that way I'll feel less bad about possessing them.

***

A month later you headed to University and began looking for someone suitable for Natasha to possess. It didn't take you long to find your target. Chanel Grey was the obnoxious, entitled sorority president of the most exclusive sorority on campus and perfect for your needs.

It didn't hurt that you had a huge crush on the busty bitch and the thought of your girlfriend inside that smoking hot body was kind of appealing. Chanel was a total asshole as well, so your girlfriend needn't feel bad about possessing her for a while.

You waited until Chanel was out shopping on her own one day and followed her to the mall. She usually had her team of funkies with her, but today she was flying solo and this was your best chance.

Ringing Natasha you waited patiently as she prepared the mirror in her bedroom. "Okay babe, I'll see you in a moment or two I guess."

You hung up and watched Chanel as she browsed through an expensive rack of designer clothes in one of her favourite stores. Suddenly she put a hand to her head as if she were dizzy. Then with a grunt her eyes rolled up into her head and she swayed on her feet slightly.

Moments later she shivered and her eyes came back into focus... only they seemed different somehow.

Chanel looked around, then spotting you walked confidently over. "Heya babe. What a body you found for me. I wasn't expecting you to pick anyone this hot."

It had worked. It had actually worked. Natasha was now inside Chanel!

She giggled and admired herself in a mirror. "Wow - this bitch is super stacked. She must have boobs three times the size of mine. And how fit is this body? Guess she must work out."

Natasha stretched, clearly enjoying how it felt to be inside Chanel. She then did a cursory check of her body, checking her pockets and her handbag.

"And I'm guessing she's rich too. I would never be able to afford a store like this. I'm guessing this is her Daddy's credit card. I mean I could try accessing her memories to check, but that can be dangerous. It can cause memories to get entwined."

You nodded not really understanding what she was saying but agreeing nonetheless.

"Only problem you've made for us is that someone is bound to notice us talking if we aren't careful. Chanel probably wouldn't be seen dead with someone like you. I wish you'd picked someone a little bit more low key even if they did have smaller boobs."

Natasha grabbed your hand and dragged you into the store. She pulled you into one of the dressing rooms and began fumbling at your belt.

"I know I said no sex, but this body is making me super horny. I don't think Chanel is a virgin, especially if those XXX condoms she is carrying in her handbag are anything to go by."

Giggling Natasha pulled out your cock and she smirked when she saw it was already rock hard. It looked so naughty in Chanel's lightly tanned hands - another woman's hands.

"Wow, guess you like Chanel's body too. Don't try to pretend this isn't what you wanted when you picked her as your target. Guess you now get to be sucked off by little Miss Popular."

With a giggle Natasha slid her pink glossy lips round your dick and began to suck. It felt good... really good and looking down you couldn't believe you were getting a blowjob from the most popular girl at uni. Turning to look at the dressing room mirror, you couldn't believe how hot it looked to see Chanel Grey's pretty head bobbing up and down on your cock. She was so fucking hot and now she was your slut.

Suddenly Natasha hesitated and her eyes went a little wide for a second. A moment later she attacked your dick with a fresh wave of enthusiasm, only this time it felt even better! Natasha was doing something with her tongue you had never felt before and her lips seemed tighter than ever. She was also making eye contact now and little groaning sounds and together it was all too much.

You began to cum and groaning you ejaculated into Natasha's mouth. It felt really good and it was a big heavy load. "Mmmhppphhh," gurgled Natasha happily.

To your surprise, she swallowed all of your load. Normally Natasha hated the taste of cum and would spit it out, but now she was inside Chanel, she seemed to enjoy it. Delicately wiping her pretty lips, she smiled and let go of your cock.

"Mmmh, sorry if I zoned out for a second there baby," she grinned. "I accidentally accessed Chanel's memories on blowjobs. Damn but she knows her stuff and she's sucked some good dick. Bigger than yours I guess."

You felt a sudden irrational jealousy. It wasn't like Natasha had actually sucked someone else's dick, but her having those memories seemed wrong somehow.

"I wish we had time for you to fuck me properly, but we'll get busted if we stay in here any longer. Come on."

Sorting out her hair and makeup Natasha indicated you should wait a moment and she slipped out first.

You waited a few minutes, then slipped out too. Looking around for Natasha you cursed as you saw her with a group of hot looking girls. She'd bumped into Chanel's friends! She made eye contact with you for a second then shrugged. Desperate not to blow her cover she decided to just go with it and helpless you watched her walk away with them - just like the real Chanel would.

****

Hours passed when your phone began to buzz. You weren't expecting a phone call from an unknown number, but you answered and it was Chanel's voice on the other end.

"Sorry about that babe. I couldn't get away from those bitches. I had to access more of my... I mean Chanel's memories just to convince them I was her."

Natasha began to explain how she had spent the rest of the morning with the girls doing hot girl shit. Hair, makeup, nails, coffee, more shopping.

Natasha usually hated all that kind of stuff, so you were surprised to hear genuine enthusiasm in her voice.

"I was pissed off that you chose this body for me at first. But the longer I spend as Chanel, the more I'm starting to enjoy being beautiful and popular. It's a unique experience. I understand how this body possession could get quite addictive. It's said that if you astrally project for too long your soul can bond with the wrong body and you get stuck forever. Imagine that. Imagine if I was Chanel permanently."

Her voice was joking, but also had a strange undertone to it.

"Of course I'm only doing this for a bit at a time so should be safe. I'm gonna hop back to my own body in a second. First though I've been horny all morning and haven't got off yet. Chanel has quite the selection of sex toys and I thought you'd like to listen. Right now I'm lying on her bed playing with myself."

You felt your cock stiffen as Natasha began to describe what she was doing.

"Mmmmh I'm touching Chanel's big bitchy tits and rubbing her tight pink pussy. Her soft hair is all around me and I feel like such a hot slut. Her pussy and clit are more sensitive than mine, you'd love this tight pussy. I have a finger inside myself. It feels so fucking good. I can't believe how wet I am already. Ooooh fuck yes."

Natasha began to moan and pant, you imagined her arching her back and gasping like a slut as she played with herself. You wished you were there, you were so jealous.

"Yesssss, yessss, I fucking love this body. I'm gonna cum so good in a bit. Mmmmh think I'll try this big thick dildo to help me get there. I want you to imagine it sliding inside my tight cunt, stretching me out baby. Chanel's tight pussy gripping every inch as I begin to pump it in and out. Ooooh fucccckkk."

Wet sounds of pleasure and pants and moans of lust came down the phone and you began to pump your own cock faster. This was so fucking hot.

"Ooooooh fuck, it's never felt THIS good before. Mmmmmh my new body was built for sex. Ooooh shit I can take it deeper than ever before, I feel like such a hot slut. My pussy is gonna explode! Ahhhh ohhhhh fuckkkk."

A screaming gasping squealing squirt of pleasure blasted down the phone as Natasha began to cum and you creamed your own belly with more of your own cum. The thought of her enjoying Chanel's body was just too erotic. That had been so hot.

"Mmmh, think I might play with myself a bit more before leaving her body. She won't properly remember everything she did when I was in control, just the gist. It's her brains own mental defense helping to keep my possession secret. She'll think she did all of this. So long as I don't do anything too out of character - I can have this hot little body whenever I like."

And with that she hung up...

***

For the next week you looked forward to your girlfriends daily possessions of Chanel. As Natasha predicted, the popular girl didn't seem to notice anything amiss and she certainly didn't show any indication she recognised you at uni.

It was strange to see that pretty face look at you blankly. The same face that hours before had been sucking you off or kissing you. To your shame you began to fantasize more and more about Chanel's beautiful features and soft sexy voice than Natasha's body.

But there was frustration too. Mostly the possessions seemed to involve a quick blowjob or handjob, then Natasha would go off with Chanel's friends. There was never anytime to have proper sex. Natasha even refused your offers to eat her out or finger her. You had never actually gotten to see Chanel's pussy.

Her popularity and prestige made it hard for you to spend any time whilst she was Chanel and you began to regret choosing such an exclusive target.

Natasha was acted weird too. She seemed to have accessed more of Chanel's memories for some reason and even when in her own body was acting more aloof and haughty. She'd started working out, stopped wearing her glasses and she sounded like she was starting to treat everyone like a real bitch.

She also seemed to be enjoying hanging out with Chanel's friends and living the life of a popular bitch more than she should. Her stories began to focus more and more on how much she had enjoyed hanging out with her girls and bullying the losers on campus, than the chance to be with you.

You were shocked the first time she described bullying someone. Shocked at how full of glee and enthusiasm she was.

"Some dumb little bitch dared to get in my way in the store. Can you believe it? She walked right out in front of me and when she saw who I was tried to apologise. I pushed the little loser into a clothes rail and knocked her over. She won't dare complain to the Dean, she knows I'd destroy her life. I left her crying in the shop - it was SO funny."

The possessions were supposed to bring you both closer together, not push you further apart, but now you were really starting to worry. Natasha had even insisted you set up a monthly payment to Chanel's bank account so she could buy even more clothes and things - but she never wore them for you.

The first real betrayal came when you found out that Natasha had been possessing Chanel on some days and not even telling you. She accidentally let slip a story about having dinner with her girls and you realised she hadn't told you she was available that day.

"Oh yeah? So? I sometimes slip back into Chanel when you're not around or I just feel like some me time. Her body fits me like a glove these days, I can hop in with no resistance anymore and I enjoy living her pampered life for a bit. What's your problem with that loser?"

You were shocked to hear the venom in her voice.

"Oh did I call you a loser? Sorry babe - that's what Chanel thinks about you. I've been accessing more of her memories and it's hard to fight off her impression of you as a nerdy, worthless, loser. I mean - of course I don't think that about you. Anyway gotta go."

She cut you off abruptly and that was the end of that.

***

The next betrayal happened soon after.

Natasha had stopped giving you blowjobs when she possessed Chanel, saying she was too busy or didn't feel like it. If you were lucky, you'd get a disinterested handjob from her and even that was becoming rarer.

It was like Natasha no longer cared about possessing Chanel to spend time with you, but simply so she could BE Chanel. It was also clear she had pretty much accessed all of Chanel's memories now and it had affected her.

Natasha's old speech patterns were gone. Whether she was inside Chanel or not she now spoke like a bitchy valley girl. Now when she called you 'babe' it was with a hint of mockery and her pretty lips always had a cruel bitchy sneer and her eyes a glint of malice. She held herself with a haughty arrogance and her body language had become like that of a spoiled ballet dancer.

"Just look at me. I'm so fucking PERFECT," purred Natasha as she admired herself in her stolen body. "Sorry 'babe' no time to give that tiny dick of yours a blowie. I have to meet the girls for some shopping. I have a new set of lingerie I'm desperate to try. See you later loooooser."

Despite Natasha's increasing distance, the dirty phonecalls continued and it had become the only source of your sex life. You'd listen to Chanel/Natasha moaning down the phone-line and telling you about fucking herself whilst touching yourself.

Recently though Natasha had told you that you weren't allowed to cum unless she said so. She also would cut off the phone unexpectedly, or sometimes not even ring at all leaving you blue-balled and desperate.

Then out of the blue she contacted you to tell you she had an idea how you could spend more time together.

"I've been telling all my hot friends about my cute sissy male friend... in other words you! If you go along with it and play the part, then I'm sure we can hang out more. All you gotta do is come over and act like a girly gay boy and the sorority will accept you. Maybe you'll even finally get to fuck me."

Natasha took you shopping and made you buy a load of new outfits. They were much tighter and more feminine than you were used to. Skin tight jeans, a crop top that showed off your body. You looked completely different. "There. Now you look more like a twink. We'll get your hair dyed blonde and styled, then get you into some of my panties and no one will believe you're straight."

You couldn't believe you were going along with it, but told yourself it would be worth it to spend more time with your hot girlfriend in her sexy new body.

She led you back to the sorority house and the girls swarmed you. You remembered what Natasha had told you, so you acted as camp as you possibly could. Strangely it came quite naturally, like you'd been putting on a masculine front for years and this was actually who you truly were.

To your surprise you began to have fun - gossiping, giggling, hanging out with the girls. You didn't even feel horny anymore.

Eventually Natasha showed you up to Chanel's amazing bedroom. It was quite a palace - as befitted the head of a sorority.

Lying on expensive silk sheets, she made you strip and try on her panties. You were a bit uncomfortable when she suddenly took some photos of you, but she promised they were just for fun and she'd delete them later.

Soon Natasha had images of you dressed in her bra, panties - wearing her makeup. It was like playing dress up it was fun.

You had hoped that she would now lock the door and offer to sleep with you at last - but to your disapointment she told you that she was tired and that the girls would get suspicious if you didn't come out soon.

Putting on your new outfit, you left the house feeling dejected - and yet strangely satisfied. It was like something was awaking inside you.

You wondered what tonight would bring...

***

After your dress up session, you hadn't been expecting more contact from Natasha, so it was a surprise when your phone rang that evening.

She sounded horny, there was a slutty catch in her voice and an excitement you couldn't quite place.

"Mmmmmh, heya 'babe'. So I'm lying here in some new expensive lingerie and I also picked up a new toy at the Mall. Wanna listen to me get off?"

Without waiting for your permission you heard the rustle of clothing and Natasha's breath catching. "Ohhhh wow, it's like nine inchs long or something. This really is a magnificent 'toy'."

You heard Natasha moan and soon there were sucking, slurping and popping sounds coming down the phone. It was unusual for her to simulate doing a blowjob, you imagined her lying on her back with a dildo in her mouth. She was doing a great job, it almost sounded like a real dick she was sucking.

Then you heard a grunt of pleasure. A male grunt. Did she... was she ACTUALLY sucking another guys cock? You angrily asked her causing her to giggle.

"Of course not babe, you must be hearing things. Mmmmhhh I'm here all on my own and I'm soooo fucking horny right now. Ohhh shit he's, mmmmh I mean I'm putting it inside me and it feels so good."

You heard the sounds of heavy breathing, then a soft wet slapping sound that grew harder and faster till it was soon the hot sound of hard male flesh slapping against soft female buttocks.

"Ooooh fuck YESSSS. You fuck me soooo good, I mean... my dildo fucks me so good. Ahhhhh ohhhh fuck, this feels amazing."

You were sure you could hear grunting and laughing as Natasha's moans of pleasure grew and the sounds of hot heavy fucking filled your ears.

It sounded like she was bent over on all fours now getting railed hard. Her breathing was heavy, you could hear the bed squeaking and shaking.

"Mmmmmh imagine if there really was a guy here fucking me. A big stong Alpha Jock with rippling muscles and a big dick?"

The slapping increased and Natasha let out a gutteral moan of pleasure.

"Making me cum in ways you never could. Ooohhhh fuck, what would you do about it then you fucking loser? You'd probably just jerk off to the thought anyway. You're so pathetic. Isn't he such a fucking cuck baby?"

Male laughter filled the line and the phone slipped out of your numb hands as the screams of ecstasy pumped out of your phone and you jerked off to the sound of your girlfriend getting pumped.

***

"Of course I didn't fuck a guy last night," laughed Natasha as you confronted her later. "It's all in your mind, you're just losing it. You pay me to pretend to be your girlfriend right so that's what I do. It's all make-believe."

You gawped at her in shocked amazement.

"Don't you remember loser? You wanted to pay me regular amounts to roleplay as your girlfriend and pretend she'd possessed me. I've got the monthly payments to prove it."

You shook your head in disbelief. No - this wasn't right. She WAS your girlfriend.

Chanel/Natasha laughed. "Oh come on. I knew you were mentally unstable, but seriously? You actually believe I'm your long distance girlfriend possessing this body? I mean - magic isn't possible loser. Fucking hell, I was worried you were losing your mind, but this is the final straw. Our little arrangement is over. I'm not pretending to be Natasha anymore and don't try to cause any trouble. I have photos of you dressed like a sissy loser I could release at any time, not to mention proof you've been paying me to pretend to be your girlfriend. It's over 'babe'."

Laughing Chanel walked away shaking her head.

***

Picking up the phone you desperately rang Natasha's cellphone. You were so confused. Was Natasha really possessing Chanel or had you invented the whole thing in your head.

No one answered so you called Natasaha's sister. She sounded upset on the phone.

That's when you found out that Natasha had been in a coma for nearly two weeks. Apparantly her family had come home one day to find her slumped over a table, totally unresponsive. It was like she wasn't there anymore - zero brain activity.

"We tried contacting you, but you didn't answer any of our calls or get back to us. What the hell is going on?"

You hung up - stunned.

Running over to the sorority house you banged on the door and demanded to be led to Chanel. You found her in her bedroom dressed in sexy lingerie and looking particularly bratty.

You accused her of abandoning her body, of becoming trapped inside Chanel. You begged her to leave Chanel and go back to her old body before it was too late. How long before her family decided to switch off the incubator and let her old body die. You begged and pleaded.

Chanel just looked at you coldly.

"Listen here you fucking loser. There are two possibilities you are describing. In one, I'm actually your stupid long-distance girlfriend who has become addicted to being a hot popular girl, absorbed all of her memories and replaced her. In this scenario I'm a body thief who loves what I have become and doesn't give a shit about you or anyone else.

In the second scenario, you're a crazy repressed sissy who has gone off the deep end at University due to the shock of his girlfriend falling into a coma. Full of unresolved guilt, you've created an elaborate fantasy pretending that I'm actually her - when in fact I'm Chanel Grey, popular girl and sorority president and that's who I have always been.

What I wanna know is - how in either of these scenarios you think it ends well for you? I know which scenario the police and everyone else will believe. I have photographic evidence that you're a pervert who wishes he was a girl. I have payments into my bank account for role-playing your girlfriend, and I can detail all the times I sucked your dick for money.

You have nothing. No evidence, no proof that any of this is true. You just sound like a fucking crack-pot.

Now why don't you get the fuck out of here before I call my new boyfriend over and get him to beat the shit out of you?"

What choice did you have? You turned and ran.

***

Chanel Grey watched the pathetic sissy loser she had just bullied turn and run with a thrill of sexual pleasure. She enjoyed being mean to people and indulging her cruel whims. Toying with this loser had been really fun.

Walking up to the mirror she examined her perfect reflection.

Who was she?

She was Chanel Grey. She was rich, spoiled and popular. She had a boyfriend with a big dick that was coming over to fuck her.

Nothing else mattered really.

THE END

[hazbinshusk]

Hi, how about some spicy headcanons of Husk and how he was different in sex as Overlord and currently

I don't really do headcanon posts, but here are some of the ideas I have about the differences between the two sides of husk:

as an overlord, husk was able to indulge pretty much any sexual whim he had on any given night. between the hangers-on and the dancers at the casino and the fact that he could definitely afford to spend his nights with anyone on Valentino's books that he wanted, he was rarely short of company if he so desired.

I do think that husk, even then, would get tired of casual sex - he might not (let himself) realize why, but he'd prefer seeing the same people rather than nameless faces every night. he was more likely to book time on nights that aren't going his way, and nights he's living large and winning big, then he's bringing familiar faces back to his suite.

like I said, as an overlord, husk is able to sample any kind of kink he wants. he's heavier into bdsm, and he values being the dominant. call him 'sir', 'master', 'daddy'... oh, he's going to make you feel so good.

I think he's a little more selfish in the bedroom as an overlord - because he's high on the power trip and because if he's selfish it's easier for no one involved to get attached, but I also think that husk genuinely gets off on his partners getting off, so he's still going to want to see his partner cum. if that means them jerking themselves off or playing with their clit while he fucks them, then abosolutely.

I think he was a little more careless when it came to hurting partners - he wasn't violent - but he probably didn't check in so often. it was completely normal for his partners to leave the next day with claw or bite marks or hickeys, even bruising from spanking or breathplay, and he loves seeing those marks peaking out of their clothes. Some of his newer lovers wear them like badges of honor - the latest beauty to spend the night with the gambling overlord.

honestly, he tricked himself into believing his relationships meant more to those he saw regularly than they did. there were a few that he let himself feel a real connection to, let himself open up with and he genuinely thought that they might feel that connection too.

now, husk is more reserved. when he lost his status as an overlord, he had the horrible moments where those he'd thought cared for him proved that they didn't. they fell away like the rest of his world, leaving him bitter and alone.

husk is more careful about his partners. I think he has still indulged in casual sex (at least prior to the hotel when he had slightly more freedom in alastor's absence), but he hasn't continued to explore more formal settings of bdsm since his downfall.

I think he's more reticent to hurt others, even consenually, now that he's on the other side of the overlord dynamic. he checks in more often, needs more assurance that this is what his partner wants.

he can still be rough, deliciously so, but he's warier about it now.

I honestly think too that while he had more sex as an overlord, it wasn't in any way because he was more confident in his sinner form. he's never liked how he looks in Hell, but as an overlord, he could lose himself in sex and pretend that he was desirable (he fucking is, the stubborn old tomcat).

but now, he's forced to confront how he feels about his body, in more subtle ways. when he starts sleeping with angel its more intimate than either of them has become used to, but husk's focus is always on making angel feel good and safe, so he's taken aback when he realizes that angel was genuine in his desire not just for husk, but husk's body.

and husk finds himself relearning what he likes - the different erogenous zones that he'd almost forgotten about or been to embarrassed to guide his other partners towards, and fuck does it feel good...

I will die on the soft!dom husk hill, and I can see him being willing to explore more and more kinks not just to help angel work through trauma, but also because angel tells him these kinks can be fun.

[red-pill-to-swallow]

How to be attractive to men and my goals

Hey babes,

like I said – I want to incorporate RPT (Red Pill Theories) into my daily life immediately.

A few things that every women within the community seemed to be content with were:

1. You are never finished with glowing or leveling up. Never stop learning. Never stop trying to better yourself.

2. Pretty privilege is real.

I agree that pretty privilege is very real. I mean, I get affected by pretty people like everybody else, even if I don’t do it on purpose. It’s just something that is ingrained in our brains and I need to learn how to take this to my advantage.

I think I have a decent starting base, because I’m a skinny white woman in her twenties with long blonde hair. I am not really tall – even short men are at least 5-7cms taller than me – but I’m also not extremely short.

I have a petite frame but my body-shape is something between an hourglass and a peach. My face is average – I don’t really have striking features or am a natural beauty model – but my features also aren’t hideous. It’s really just something you can look at without thinking too much.

On a scale, I would rate myself a 5,5-6/10 on an average day and I guess that’s great!

But how can I make myself look better on a daily basis? I really took hours to research how I could make myself more attractive to wealthy and high value men.

Obviously, no man is like the other and every man prefers something different. One man might like tattoos and piercings while another man with the same social status thinks they are hideous. I don’t want to completely change who I am and I don’t want to spend thousands of dollars for it.

However, I really like this whole clean girl and old money aesthetic that is going viral on Tiktok right now – and I think those two aesthetics could fit me and my personality really well.

Most wealthy men seem to like this traits in women:

1. great skin without obvious pimples or enlarged pores

2. long and healthy hair in a natural color

3. straight white teeth

4. clean nails on both hands and feet

5. hairless legs, armpits and at least trimmed pubic hair

6. wearing clean and wrinkle free clothes without any holes

7. wearing a nice smell that is fitting to your overall appearance

I think those are the basics and they can be achieved by almost anyone. If you can’t afford braces make sure that your teeth are always perfectly brushed and that you’re keeping up with your dental hygiene in general.

In fact – if you have problems affording certain beauty procedures, research how to get as close as possible to them with DIYs.

For years, I always wanted to be the mysterious woman in the room. The woman with a dark aura, the woman that doesn’t speak much and remains most of her life a secret.

Well, I am not this woman even if I’m trying very hard. It would be an act that I would put on and I am sure that everyone in the room would notice.

I am naturally very bubbly and I love having conversations with people in general. I would also say that I have a broad knowledge on different topics and that I’m able to talk to almost everyone.

I am also very welcoming and I enjoy making people laugh and have fun in my presence. I tend to have strong opinions and I’m not afraid to take on a discussion.

With everything that I know about myself now, I made some points that I need to tackle in order to level up:

1. stop oversharing. Being bubbly is great but not everyone needs to know everything about my business. Sometimes it’s just better to be silent and to listen.

2. start with exercise again. I am happy with my weight but I am extremely weak and I have almost zero muscle mass. My breath is getting heavy if I have to take the stairs and my legs start to hurt after roughly 15 minutes of walking. I plan on going for a walk every day and doing pilates 3x a week.

3. start doing my hair and makeup again. My hair is long and blonde – so it is an eyecatcher. It’s also very healthy but I usually just throw it up in a bun or in a clawclip, so no one is really seeing it. I have multiple styling tools at home and I need to start using them. The same applies to makeup. I have so much great stuff that looks really beautiful and natural but I am just too lazy to use it. I plan on taking 20 minutes every day to do my makeup and to suck it up – because I usually always do a double cleanse at night, so it’s not really a struggle to take it off in the evening. It’s just inconvenient in the morning.

4. taking better care of my skin and of my dental health. I have high quality skincare and I love doing my skincare but sometimes I’m just too lazy. Let me just say that it doesn’t happen often – but still too much for my liking. Also my dental health – I need to make a dentist appointment asap. I think the last time I went was around 3 years ago!

5. buying better fitting clothes. I don’t like shopping for clothes but it is what it is. Right now I only have cute lounge sets for being at home but when I go out I usually only wear jeans with a basic top and sneakers. I want to look more polished and feminine. I want to stop wearing jeans and focus more on pants, skirts and dresses. Also literally any other shoes than sneakers.

6. go out more. I’m your typical homebody. Movie night? Reading a book? Ordering food? Count me in! I always have fun when I go out but I’m still mostly at home and I want to change that. I want to have a group of like minded friends that want to hang out with me. Maybe even at home. Lol.

I really thought hard about those six points but I think those are the first things that I need to tackle down.

In the end – I was asking myself: what could I do to feel the most comfortable with spontaneous outgoings and meeting new people?

It came down to wanting to look my best. Obviously. I want to make a good first impression and maybe even profit off of pretty privilege.

I’m sure we all know those times when we’re dressed like slobs and suddenly an opportunity to go out arises and we decline because it would take hours to get ready.

That’s the reason why I want to get ready in the morning – so I would only need to touch up if anything came up.

see you soon!

[dross-the-fish]

do you know what age regression is and would Adam do it as a way to experience the childhood he didn't get?

I'm aware of it but don't know enough about it to be confident that my impression of it is correct. As I understand it it's getting into the headspace of being a younger age? Regressing back to childhood to recapture feelings of comfort and security? Something like that. If it's a thing that works for you or has therapeutic benefits I'm not here to bash it but I also cannot get my head around it. I can't see Adam wanting to do that, he doesn't have memories of being a child and he's never had the experience of childhood. He understands it intellectually but I don't think he'd ever be able to tap into that frame of mind. Even if he went thought the motions he'd be aware the whole time that it's essentially a game of pretend and he'd just feel awkward. In a weird way this is another area where I feel sort of like I relate to the creature. I don't have any real sense of childhood myself, the minute my siblings were born I got promoted to being the "third parent" and my experience of childhood was the constant stress of being responsible for smaller human beings and feeling anxious. I was, overnight, deemed to old to be read to, held or comforted and I expected to start learning how to watch my younger siblings. I missed out on a lot of the elements that make childhood enjoyable but I can't ignore that my body and mind are that of an adult and even if I were to suddenly get the things I had missed out on as a child and envied (like being read to by my mother) I am not emotionally or intellectually at a stage of life where the experience would be the same. I should have had that when I was 5, I didn't. I will never enjoy things the same way I did at 5 again. My thought processes are too complex now and all of my emotions are much more nuanced. If anything having those childhood experiences now would just serve as an even bigger reminder that I'm in my 30's and I don't actually want these things anymore. This is how I feel Adam experiences his relationship to the concept of childhood, with an acute awareness that he does not think like children do or behave as they would and nothing can make up for the absence of that phase of life. Adam learns to read, feed himself, speak, clothe himself and essentially parent himself in the matter of a few short months. He didn't really have a choice because his survival depended on him being an adult. He couldn't afford helplessness or dependence and when that's not a mindset you have experience being in you can't really put yourself there because you don't know what that feels like. At best you can only pantomime it and always be aware that your perception of how this is supposed to feel is nothing but a theory. I feel like Adam is aware of this and that's why he asks Victor to build him a companion, a mate who is his equal partner, rather than ask for a caretaker. Because he knows it's out of the question and he has learned to caretake himself and as the book progresses we see him, in a way, become Victor's caretaker. There is no childhood for this creature, just adulthood thrust upon him before he's ready and then later a pseudo-parental role. (also hits home for me because I was the one assigned to caretake my mother when she was diagnosed with cancer) Adam is bitter about being cheated out of it but in the end all he can do is mourn his loss and accept that it's a thing he cannot have. It is intensely painful to him and what he feels is something like grief over it, but trying to regress to a child-like state would do nothing to soothe him.

[strobichie]

just sae, forever.

♡⸝⸝ summary: poor you decided to replay ddlc, but instead you were stuck in an unideal situation. this is part two of just sae!

little note: i didn't expect my last post to get 30+ likes XD, i was never good at writing per se, regardless i'm delighted to see people enjoy my small short fic even if it wasn't that eye-catching. also, oftentimes i write for gn and fem readers and honestly.. i don't know which to use for this one. i guess it's up to you then reader ^_^ (small hints of inconsistent type of reader, reader's style and etc depends on her or their mood.)

your perspective:

huh, it's been a few days after that unfortunate event.

was i just pranked? geez, hopefully it was. the shit that 'sae' pulled back there felt real as hell. even his dialogues sounded real.

i heard a knock on my apartment door and froze in place..

i haven't gone out in days, i think i already became a neet.

my legs dangled from my bed as i stood up, rushing to the front door, i opened it, expecting to get ai hoshino's fate.. but instead... ---

"it feels nice to see you in real life." that.. was sae's voice. or more realistically AND honestly, takahiro sakurai's voice.

i perked my head up, oh... he was, tall. obviously. what am i saying?

he pulled me into a sudden hug, he wore the same clothes when he appeared in the manga and anime.

i was speechless, this... couldn't be real. i was just being pranked, was i?

"why are you so quiet? why don't you speak up, love?" he looked at me lovingly, gosh, my single ass felt blood running to my cheeks.

"no way, you're real? here?! in flesh and blood??" i said, absolutely flabbergasted. he looked exactly like sae, but i was still in denial.

"why would you think that my words were just empty nonsense? i was being true to my words... and you." he shyly admitted. why was he so out of character?

"and, i may not seem like the cold person i was in the anime and manga, but i.. since i'm with you, after all those times in the literature club, i actually found happiness with you." he continued to speak.

"...yeah, let's, like, settle this inside." i brought him in my apartment, it wasn't too small, rather it was quite big. my job paid me really well and i was able to afford quite a luxurious and spacious apartment. those years in school really did pay off, haha.

sae sat on my comfortable white couch as he looked around, surprised. i dug into my pantry desperately searching for.. something.

i was really warming up to sae now, i mean, judging from my tiktok reposts i reposted videos and edits of him way more often than rin, sorry... rinrin...

my eyes caught sight of my life long worth of candy stash, it could last for like, decades. or more...

i happily hummed as i took a big basket full of candy, walking to the living room and placing it on the glass coffee table.

"what are you staring for sae? come on, i didn't bring this big basket of candy here for nothing." i shot him a smug smile, urging him to take one candy bar.

"it's nothing, i just never expected you to be this welcoming and kind.. i'm... grateful. thank you." he took a candy bar and peeled the wrapper open, taking a bite into the soft chocolate caramel.

he was secretly enjoying the candy bar, so i took one for myself and swallowed the candy bar whole after peeling the tight ass wrapper.

"riiight, since you're a famous footballer back in the bluelockverse, i guess you need to get used to getting pampered and taken care of by me since you have no job now, whatsoever. but to be frank, i don't care. it's nice to have someone around me after god knows how long!" i said out of the blue, eyes star-struck. i didn't know why, i felt happier when people were around me. but when i was with sae.. i felt.. like i was on cloud nine.

"...sae, i don't know why. but i like you, a lot." two lonely bitches staring at each other, that was us.

"i like you too, {name}... i like you, a lot more than you'd ever like me." gosh, this stings. what was i thinking? am i hallucinating or just crazy? i eyed sae sadly, a evident frown plastered on my face.

"i'll love you till the end of time, {name}." he smiled, shit, i felt butterflies in my stomach. is this true love? ironic since he was a fictional character that broke the barrier between fiction and reality.

maybe.. life with sae.. wouldn't be so bad.

we can do many things together, like drawing and painting. playing video games, and going out together. like a real couple would do.

i found myself slightly blushing a soft pink colour, i actually felt happy, with sae.

"...i love you, sae." i smiled at him lovingly, and he shot me a loving smile back.

i finally felt true happiness!

author's note: might do a silly lil fic of reader and sae living life together as a happy couple, gosh, i'm a sucker for lovey dovey pairs wkdjskwksfr

[amarylliasky]

Number 16! What do you mean I’m late? What do you mean I already posted today? Nuh uh!

Daffodils and New Beginnings

“Choi Han, is this your choice?”

“Yes.”

“Where you go, I have no way of reaching you. I can no longer offer my help.”

“I know. Thank you.”

“Sigh. Foolish child. You would abandon everything you have here for a fleeting life of despair?”

“Even if I do end up in despair, I would still be with the people I love.”

…

“You may never meet him again.”

“I know. If I don’t… even if I never have the chance to meet him again, at least I won’t be alone.”

“Sigh. Very well.”

——

“And for Choi Han, may you be stripped of your divine powers and sent into the mortal world. A world neither familiar nor welcoming. For your punishment is to live, despairing as you forget everything you were. Your memories, what you treasure the most, shall be taken away, only returned when you achieve merits equal to your transgressions.”

“That is your fate.”

“Goodbye, tribulator.”

——

“So that is your choice, in the end…..”

“Despair, then be happy, Choi Han.”

————

Cale sat in a decently sized cafe in downtown Rain City, with the rain pounding on the glass windows. It was almost ironic, now that he thought about it.

Late fall had always been a difficult time for him as a kid. It meant that it was just a month or so until winter. It meant that he would have to brave the cold in order to get to and from school every day. It meant that he would have to decide whether to get a new coat or some food to eat with his meager savings he’d scrounged up behind his uncle’s back. It also meant that another one of his birthdays had passed since he’d last smiled. Since he’d last had a full belly and a warm home. Another birthday had passed since he’d last had a real family.

Nowadays, the colder months were a bit more bearable. Since he’d gone to live with the Henituse’s, he’d been able to afford all of the things he couldn’t before. New clothes, an abundance of food; he was given anything he could ever want or need by the generous couple who had taken him in. But even with all that, he still never quite knew how to fit into this already happy family of four. It was a bit jarring to go from only having an abusive uncle as your relative, to having no one at the orphanage, to then having a mother, father, and two younger siblings. It took him a while to adjust. Even now, he still sometimes preferred to seclude himself from the rest of his family, and just take some time to..exist.

This cafe has been one of his favorite spots in Rain City to do just that. The owner, Billos, was a piggy bank-like man who took over the cafe after his uncle. He liked to make all of his customers feel welcomed, but never overstepped his boundaries. He had enough tact to know when his customers would rather be left to their own devices. Cale liked that aspect about him very much. Sometimes, Cale wouldn’t mind a small chat with the young man, but today was one of those days, and Billos respected that.

Lifting the paper cup of sweet tea, he watched as the steam wafted upward in little spirals, noting the nostalgic feeling the sight held for him. He’d been feeling this way a lot lately. The smallest things seemed to be tinged with a slight amount of bitterness, though he had no idea why. The random bouts of deja vu had significantly increased since he’d turned sixteen, compared to when he was still at the orphanage. But he figured it was just something that happened to everyone. There was nothing he could do about it, anyhow.

He was so lost in thought that he failed to notice someone walking up to the second floor of the cafe, the floor he currently occupied. The creaking of the stairs was drowned out by the rain and occasional bout of thunder outside. He saw a faint reflection of a person in the same window he had been staring out of. They seemed to be looking for a place to sit? Well, there are plenty of unoccupied seats on this floor. It was only him and a couple of students who were completely immersed in their cafe study time. The person, who he judged to be male based on the silhouette, eventually sat at a chair in the corner of the room, facing the same window as him.

Cale watched from his peripheral as the man declined ordering anything. Yikes, Billos was sure to be peeved. The owner hated when people spent hours in his cafe without ordering a single item off the menu. Cale hoped the man didn’t get kicked out. Judging by his slumped posture, it looked like he’d had a rough day.

Speaking of, Billos approached his table, likely to ask if he needed a refill, but Cale could not pay any attention to what the other man had to say, as his gaze was on the black haired man seated in a corner chair some feet away. Cale didn’t mean to, but he had felt the need to turn his head at that moment. Catching sight of the man, who was really more of a boy, he was struck with a sense of deja vu so strong that he’d almost believe that this exact moment had happened to him in a past life.

The world seemed to blur at the edges when the young man turned his head and they finally made eye contact. His black eyes so startlingly clear that Cale felt as if they were seeing into his soul. Wait, black? He couldn’t see the color of the boy’s eyes from here. He shouldn’t be able to? How did he know that they were black?

His legs moved as if on auto pilot and he could feel Billos staring at his back as he moved further down the rows of tables, toward the back of the second floor. Before he knew it, he was standing in front of the black haired individual who had gone back to looking out the window. Cale gestured to Billos before taking a seat across from the boy. Reddish brown met black, and Cale again felt a strange sense of nostalgia, along with a slight of bitterness. He would normally do anything to avoid human interaction on days like this, but today he’d felt..compelled to go and talk with this random stranger. More so after being hit by that same strange feeling.

So Cale opened his mouth and talked, not to the boy, but to Billos, while still making eyes contact with the gloomy individual.

“Billos, some more tea for me, and for this guy as well.” Cale said, his usual stoic face observing the young man in front of him.

“Of course, I’ll be back soon.”

Cale noticed the boy as his peculiar eyes watched Billos retreating down the stairs. He then asked a question. “What’s your name?”

…

“Why are you taking to me?”

Cale lifted an eyebrow at the rude response, but still continued on. “Have you eaten?” The other avoided his gaze. “Their apple turnovers are great. You should try one. Don’t worry, since it’s my recommendation, it’s on me.” The boy looked at him, stunned, before lowering his head. He seemed to be contemplating for a few seconds before he lifted his head once more.

“My name is Choi Han.”

“Great, I’m Cale Henituse.”

The two were then left in a comfortable silence, only broken by the creaking of the stairs as Billos came to deliver their tea. The Rain still poured outside the cafe, while two of its occupants settled down for a quiet evening of warm tea and new beginnings.

[that-left-turn]

The richonne fans actually have lead the discussion on racism in the fandom and we pretend we don’t see it or reply with snark because we don’t really care. I am a vocal caryler on twitter who speaks against it and if you were there you would see that. We get drowned out by the others. There’s not a lot of us who speak against it over there. But it’s easier to ignore it to whine about not getting canon from simple gimple and Zabel. I found you because of your fic. That’s where I get my fix because we will never get it from those men. But that doesn’t mean the bad behavior in our fandom should be ignored. Sad.

I have no idea what Richonne fans do or not, apart from the people in my asks who tell me to stfu and add colorful insults to make their point. Educating people on why something is hurtful and how institutionalized prejudice works is a good thing. Calling each other names, not so much. Most people aren't taught about racism in school, just that "racism=bad" which isn't all that helpful in itself. That said, I don't think it's a competition between taking a stand against racism or misogyny. They go hand in hand more often than not and I'm capable of being angry about both injustices at once. I do "whine" about both things.

It's a mistake to think of Gimple as "simple." He's not a competent showrunner or studio exec, his writing is bad and he's an unpleasant person, but he's shrewd. He's been molding the franchise into reflecting his personal preferences for years, to the detriment of the shows and those who've worked on them. He has certain criteria for the people he hires and the ones who've predated his power of influence, he's done his best to shove out.

Getting canon is important. It's representation for middle-aged relationships which we get precious little of on TV. The 'older' couples we see are mostly supporting cast, there to be a foil for the problems the protagonist has; they're not the focal point of the show. Caryl are from a poor white background (Carol's grandma made her clothes and Daryl grew up in a shack/cabin) and the depiction of that social class is always dysfunctional and often criminal. That needs to change too and it could, if Caryl lead the way.

DA survivors finding love and being able to trust is also, again, something that deserves a spotlight. Abuse is shameful and humiliating, and debilitating. People who go through that in real life need the hope that Caryl can provide. They live in a very violent world, but they've found something good in each other, and the fans who have gone through similar experiences can also find the inner strength that these two characters have.

Story integrity. Audience respect. Discussion on the bad behavior of the men in charge of TWDU is important. I will always talk about racism (even if I lose followers and fic readers over it) and I will also always talk about misogyny and sexism. I know I haven't really gotten into ageism, but that's because my topics have largely been decided by "what's in my inbox." (Feel free to drop an ask. I'd love the opportunity to talk about 'fun things' too 🙃)

All these issues are the evil siblings of the fandom and the franchise. One isn't more pressing than the other and that's the reason why different factions shouldn't turn on each other. We need to lift each other up, as well as the characters and the women who play them. We won't get ahead by tearing each other down and that's why I try to focus on providing information rather than being angry at individuals who may behave badly.

When I was a kid, my mom always told me why she wanted me to do this or not do that, and it stuck with me, because she showed me respect as an individual of my own, even if I was a 5-year old. People are more likely to listen if you don't speak in anger, if you afford them their dignity and you're not authoritarian... and I haven't walked in anyone else's shoes. I don't know what they're going through, so I try to give the benefit of doubt as to people's motives for what they do/say. I'm not ignoring bad behavior. I try to counter it in my posts, even if I have minimal outreach. Change starts at grassroots level, you know? "Be like water making its way through cracks."

Thanks for reading my fic 🙏😊 I really appreciate that. I've been rewatching S11, so I can get back into writing Stick Figures, but it's not a season that makes you excited about its storytelling. Double edged sword since I need the little details as tie-ins to my 'red thread' arc.

[astra-galaxie]

😺💔🪢🌟😶💄❤️‍🔥🫂 for Derek Stone please

Derek Stone! (Or, as I have the habit of writing, Darek!) It's been a long time since I've focused on him, but he’s one of the first characters we meet in Pacific Bay, and I think he’s a well-written character!

That being said, let’s see what headcanons I have for him!

😺 An animal related headcanon

Derek’s favourite animal is sharks (though he'd never say that around Trevor Fin as he doesn't want the guy thinking that's an invitation to ramble to him about the creatures!). Living in Ocean Shore allows him to see sharks up close through cage dives. While he's not stupid enough to go out into the water while sharks are in it without the cage, Derek enjoys watching the predator of the sea prowl the water with only its dorsal fin visible.

💔 An angsty headcanon

Derek developed severe breathing problems following his time in The Wastes. Despite wearing a respirator and taking Tesla's anti-radiation pills, Derek didn't leave The Wastes unscathed. Now, he suffers from chronic asthma attacks and doctors suspect his breathing will continue to get worse and have deemed him high risk of developing lung cancer later in life due to the radiation exposure.

🪢 A headcanon about their family

His grandparents were immigrants from Romania on his father's side. His real name is Derek Dumitrescu, but he goes by Stone on the streets to protect his family. He might be mixed up in some bad crowds, but that doesn't mean he wants his family to be punished for his crimes!

(HC brought to you by the fact that Derek was initially named “Derek Dumitrescu” in a promo artwork before officially appearing as “Derek Stone” in the game.

🌟 A headcanon about their desires/wishes

Before his life of drugs and crime, Derek dreamed of being a professional race car driver. But he couldn't afford to become one, which led to him selling drugs to earn and save up money. This eventually led him to be introduced to street racing, and Derek quickly fell in love with the high-stakes sport. A part of him still wants to go professional one day, but for now, Derek enjoys the money he makes and the fancy cars he gets to ride without all the extra weight of protective equipment.

😶 A random headcanon

Derek loves neon lights and things that glow in the dark. It's why he's rarely seen without his glow stick necklace, even in the daylight. He's got several neon decorations around his house and even customized his car to have neon details and undercarriage lights. He also loves throwing black light parties and watching people’s clothes, accessories and makeup glow.

💄 An appearance headcanon

Derek pierced his own ear when he was a teenager. It was done as a dare during a party, and he has never been one to back down from a challenge. Thankfully, it didn't get infected, and Derek kept the pricing. He has more pricings on his body, but the ear one is the one he always has something in.

❤️‍🔥 A romantic headcanon

Derek used to have a girlfriend whom he was planning on proposing to. She was a local model who loved surfing in Ocean Shore and the only person Derek ever considered marrying. Sadly, she died due to an overdose after a rival dealer sold her and her friends a bad batch. Derek tried to save her, but she died in his arms before the paramedics arrived. After she died, Derek never let another person into his heart as much as he'd let her and stuck with one-night stands and casual relationships.

🫂 A friendship headcanon

Derek doesn't have many people he would actually call his friends. While he has people he parties with, street races with, and gets high with, that doesn't automatically make them his friends. Those whom Derek actually considers his friends are treated well and get special privileges, like riding in his cars or smoking and drinking from his private supply.

I hope I was able to do Derek justice with these headcanons and that you enjoyed them!

Thank you for the request!

[rjalker]

people thinking "fem(inine)-presenting" and "AFAB" are the same thing....like ah yes, yet another asshole who thinks AFAB trans people are all women.

Stop calling people masculine/male-presenting and feminine/female-presenting as though that's something you get to assign people based on the gender they were assigned at birth.

Saying AFAB people are "feminine-presenting" literally just means the only thing you care about in regards to our gender is what we currently look like, despite the fact that the majority of us are either too poor or disabled to present the way we want to, or that you will just overlook whatever our desired presentation is and just fucking assign us feminine presenting anyways.

I was literally just thinking of that screenshotted TikTok on here from a few months ago where the person was saying they were wearing their masculine clothes and it was just comfy fucking pajamas and everyone and their grandma, both on TikTok and here on Tumblr, decided that transmisia is okay now, as long as you're making fun of someone for... *checks notes* not looking enough like the gender they identify with.

Because according to everyone who reblogged that post to mock that person like they'd never known that bullying people and being transmisc is wrong, the only way to be masculine is...to be buff, and have a deep voice, and have short hair, and not have boobs, and wear nothing but Acceptably Masculine clothes.

What clothes would those be, you ask?

None! Because once you've decided that someone doesn't look trans enough and doesn't look masculine enough for their identity to be respected, nothing they can do will fucking ever be good enough. Because next you'll laugh that they're "trying too hard"

This is literally the same shit trans women have to deal with but in reverse! Either they're not feminine enough, because they're wearing comfortable clothes and aren't spending an hour in front of the mirror before they leave the house and buying 100s of dollars in makeup, or if they do put effort into their appearance, then suddenly they're trying too hard and making a caricature of femininity!

Cis men get to fucking dress however the fuck they want without People Who Supposedly Have Morals™ mocking them for not being masculine enough.

But these same People Who Supposedly Have Morals™ will happily turn around to mock and harass as trans person for not being masculine enough because they're wearing comfortable clothes.

Cis women get to dress however the fuck they want, and wear no makeup at all, without People Who Supposedly Have Morals™ mocking them or saying they aren't really a woman.

But then turn around to harass trans women for putting the exact same level of effort into their presentation, because nothing they do is ever good enough!

Trans people are either "not trying hard enough" or "trying too hard"! You can't fucking win!

And it's not even just fucking cis people doing this shit, because most of the people reblogging that hateful post to mock someone for not looking masculine enough to meet their standards, were, themselves, trans!

TLDR:

Stop calling AFAB people "feminine-presenting" and stop calling AMAB people "masculine-presenting" unless those are literally their self-identifiers. You are literally just being transmisic and exorsexist.

The only people who get to choose, for real, what they look like are abled people with shit tons of disposable income. Most trans people will not ever even be able to afford to fucking medically transition.

[peterfearonhndpart2]

My first essay

Under the influence

Fashion has been something I have been interested in since I was young. I have always wanted to create my own clothing brand, always searching for manufacturers knowing I was never able to afford it. Creating design concepts hoping that one day I could make my dreams come true. What got me interested in fashion were the different types of clothes that was out the my first pair of jeans which stick in my head are g star raw jeans im not sure if they were real or fake but they were baggy and i thought they were cool and it's crazy how fashion back in those days were baggy jeans then it went to skinny jeans now it's back to baggy. Going back to the days when I started college for the first time I came across a brand that also inspired me and a lot of brands today the name is bbc ice cream. 

What I thought was cool about that brand was how they added their logo to the crotch of their jeans and now you see plenty of brands doing that so it shows the inspiration for fashion.

I am also a model as well as being a designer. The modelling part is relevant to this because I have to look good and have a reasonable outlook on fashion and the way I dress. I have to keep up with trends and dress up with the times I can't be behind. Social media websites such as instagram pinterest and tiktok help me keep up with the relevant trends that are out there. Pages like hypebeast help also because they show clothes, even objects and items that are made by designers and collaborations that are interesting. And me as a guy who is into fashion looks and nit picks things that i like to create an outfit that would be cool and represent me. That's why people say that I am my own stylist. Because it's all good going buying trending items and making your outfit unique but you can tell who's a trend hopper and who's just buying the first thing they see on tiktok for example nike dunks. Nobody used to wear them and now everyone wears them and I think I have gone sick of seeing them.

Like I mentioned before, fashion trends are cool because every year something from the past becomes hot again. Even styles become hot right now the whole y2k (year 2000)   style has taken the world by storm. Brands have incorporated the whole style in it. Or people have created brands that have taken inspiration from it. A major brand I can think of is Named Collective. Named Collective there whole campaigns have very y2k aesthetics involved in it even their clothing designs look it as well. Right now timberlands and baggy jeans are what's trending. That's mainly due to the rapper Lil Yachty and also celebrities can influence trends. In the future i feel that skinny jeans will be back in trend because they cant be out of trend for long anymore.

I would love to art direct a brand campaign. Starting from the social media adverts. All the way to the website looks. Just everything. Because my mind goes wild with thoughts and ideas for brand advertisements. So working with a huge brand with the budget to make it happen would be great. Id love to work with many Brands but the main brands I want to work with are Zara, Corteiz, Clints inc, Bene Culture, and balenciaga. 

One thing I hate about the fashion scene would be the brands that have come out of the blue and started a brand with no passion and thought. Just creating something that is solely to profit and make a quick flip. Most of their designs would be pre-made designs which a lot of people have purchased from other graphics designers which have no relations to their brand. Generic Quotes. And basic symbols and imagery which have no thought or meaning behind it. I think they are ruining the scene although some of their designs are cool they won't have much longevity. 

Also resellers I hate because years ago a lot of trainers were more accessible to get but now scalpers are buying and botting huge portions of clothing so it isn't possible for most of the public to get clothing for the retail pricing. Causing the price to be at an all time high. Trainers that you could probably buy for £150 which is already quite expensive to me being £500 and these things make fashion items less and less accessible unless you have a whole bunch of money.

The difference between regular streetwear and high fashion is crazy because in recent days i feel like most brands are doing a mix in between high fashion and streetwear in some of the pieces they drop  whether its like the quality fitting and the design of the clothing or the just the overall prints that they put on the designs. Again corteiz is the perfect example of this because they went from simple T-shirts and hoodies with logos on it to creating fur and leather jackets high quality clothing. To try and tailor to both audiences. Which isn't that bad of an idea but your core audience may think you are straying away from them. The differences between the two styles would be one style if fashion is a lot brighter and different pieces of clothing can be put together no matter how different the types of clothing, maybe for example mixing smart with casual clothing like a hoodie, smart trousers and trainers. And the colours can be bright or bland. Whereas high fashion tends to be plain colours or neutral colors, high quality clothing and weird things that people will buy even though they might not like it but they might just want to show off.

I don't really agree with the pricing most brands choose to put on the clothing these days mainly because most brands in my opinion aren't really worth it unless i find that there designs are unique and are a beginning of a new trend like the Msfts boots because even though they aren't my favourite trainers they are something different and other brands could take inspiration from them and make the imagination run wild rather the being basic. Also if the quality of the clothing like the gsm and the weight of the garment are top tier then it would make sense as they would last longer. I would rather pay more for that but if its just a plain hoodie with words written on it then thats a no.Also the actual technical side of clothing matters to me as well because a hoodie with zips on the sleeves or cropped makes a hoodie more unique than a simple fitted hoodie. But my ideal price range would be around £30-£100 for a hoodie any higher is really pushing it in my opinion because I like to support brands and stuff but that's way too much.

Fashion these days can be way too crazy and it can be easy to judge people and get the wrong impression on people from what they wear. Mainly because of the brands and what they release or display on fashion week. Because from what I have seen some of the brands put models in makes me think that it's all for a social experiment. Like when balenciaga made jeans that had boxer shorts attached to it it and also the towel dress they made it makes me think whether people actually wear those clothes outside. I have only seen a few amounts of clothing that has been on run actually being worn outside like the big crocs and that balenciaga defenders they do look cool but i do think the other ones ive seen are quite outlandish.

One of my favourite brands of all time would be Adidas. Due to me liking the three stripes a lot and their collaboration with kanye west even through the controversy i think what he creates and makes is very innovative and inspirational. He usually is first in line to create weird clothing and brands follow on and copy what he is doing which I think is cool considering he started from making music and now is doing clothes. Adidas is also a mainly a sportswear clothing brand and they have separate sections to the brand adidas  and adidas originals. They also have staple pieces which they have made like the superstars sambas and the sambas have recently come back in trend. They also have the best collaborations in my opinion like the alexander wang's also y3 and bape. However i dont like the adidas jeremy scott wings because of how ridiculous the look. Huge wings on the side of shoes does not make sense to me. 

I also love Nike because of their classic collection of trainers, not specifically the clothes like Adidas but I feel their footwear is a lot better and in recent years I've found myself buying more and more of them and the general public buying a lot of them. With their classic collaborative shoe the nike jordan with the 1 and the 4s being the most popular right now out of all of them. And I do agree due to the silhouette being something that can go with most trousers and jeans and colours that can match with a lot of things. I do agree with it being a popular shoe. Also another trainer called the air force 1 i'm pretty sure they were at one point the most popular trainers out there to be specific the white color aswell because it goes with anything you wear due to it being a plain colour and the black colour holding a stereotype.

There are many more brands out there that i like but i love how nike and adidas do things like how they 

One of my favourite brand designers id have to say is virgil abloh 

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"Mundane..." The word, meant to imply a dull or forgettable example, rings more like a fairy tale to the assassin. Of course now his mind would drift back to that night in the Nevada desert. When the steel weighed his hand down and the kick from that first pull of the trigger would hit him harder than he ever could have imagined. Mundane. "I guess." His response to nothing in particular, thrown into the void, does carry some of the unconvicted left in his mind. "Even before... everything. I don't think mundane was meant for me. I'm up for too many challenges. Have always been up for them. Only now I'm... I approach it differently than I used to. More of a competitor and less a schoolyard bully. Y'know?"

Maybe maybe not.

"I just wanted you to know. To remember. What truly brought me back were these." Wylan leans over, poking one finger into the center of her chest, and another to her forehead, playfully. "And not these." Well, suffice to guess where to fingers would teasingly prod afterward to punctuate the second wind of his antics. He'd never be able to dump out all his hesitance and trauma in one go. It was bound to shut back up eventually.

Good grief, hearing Sonia list options off it almost felt as though his prior statement was reforming itself in real time in his mind. 'I don't know what I'm in the mood for' turning to 'Not in the mood for that'. But it's not something he shows dramatically in his features. Those remain relatively placid- falling onto his back once again, eyes lazily trailing manifested patterns and shapes along the ceiling. Others would be admiring the architecture- Wylan wonders if he could be content to simply get lost in all that crown molding and decorative pizazz. A far cry from the blank off whites from the motel that was left behind.

Something else to get used to.

"Oh. Oh no, I'm abso-fuckin-lutely taking a shower. With or without you." The smirk continues growing- and perhaps it may even be a little more genuine- even if this was cobbling fragments of the mask he'd dropped after alighting upon the bed. "I've been dealt three layers of sweat to clear off. Dealing with breaking into this hotel- dealing with you last night- and now there's another from dealing with that." A nod towards the door that had temporarily sealed them away from the others. From reality. What he would do to keep Sonia to himself in a little pocket dimension or something. Or maybe the better solution would be to shove the entire monarchy and politics in there instead. Hm.

And with that conviction- Wylan rises from the bed with a kick of his legs. Soon tossing off the articles from his upper half and finding the room that would afford him that watery respite. "I'll figure out what I want- would like to do- after. If I don't pass out in the shower." A moment to take in the suite has him laughing. Almost as welcome as the shower itself. "Holy shit you could just put a bed in here."

He'd figure out where his towels and change of clothes were later.

Wasn't that how she'd always lived, though? Apologizing for the undesirable attention that followed her, the strict rules she lived under, her family that, even with their best intentions in mind, never made it easy for anyone Sonia dared to get close to. Her friends had thought her to be insane: she was a princess and if her friends and the media were to be trusted, she was an attractive one at that. Dating, in theory, should never have posed a problem for her and yet every relationship she'd ever had pushed her further and further away from wanting to find romance again, or even hope that the person she ended up with truly understood her, and actually liked her for it.

So when he flopped onto the bed beside her, lacking all manner of grace, Sonia could only smile. The gravity of the situation wasn't lost on her, for the both of them. It wasn't a competition as to whose life was to undergo the most difficult changes (though she'd say Wylan if asked), but his words...those were different. From the Wylan Sonia knew, from anyone she'd ever tried to open herself, and her life, up to.

Scooching closer towards him, Sonia rolled onto her side so she could face him before sliding her hand into his own. "Then, am I allowed to say the same?" She asked. "If I am going to love you, that I will be loving you and everything that you are, and comes with you." He didn't come with a royal title but he came with a past, one that Sonia wasn't even sure she'd fully scratched the surface of. All that she knew was that he could tell her anything and she wouldn't stop loving him. He'd even tried to cut himself out of her life and she still kept loving him, even if she'd tried to live in denial about it.

An attempt that now received perhaps some well-deserved mockery. Sonia was glad for a closed door: privacy was a precious commodity most of the time, something Wylan would likely soon learn as everything about him would be looked into. At first by her family and staff but then, if everything went well, the general public.

Sonia smiled gently, but deep down, she couldn't ignore how over the years she found her family's rigid ideas of courtship ridiculous. "You know, when I was younger I thought the most ideal love stories, if not futures, were the mundane ones," She said, watching his eyes trail down her figure, listening to the slight panic in his voice. For what she knew of him, Sonia was so used to Wylan keeping things together, often with a joke or jab at her expense that made her pout for maybe half a second before smiling and laughing too. "Not necessarily boring but romantic dramas where the couple lived relatively average, unremarkable lives in comparison to everyone on Earth but they loved each other. They worked, they completed their day-to-day errands, sometimes they had children: but they always had each other. They had experiences they embarked upon together, jokes only they shared, struggles they endured: and while they'd never find themselves in history books or on screens, it didn't make them any less special or meaningful in the eyes of their partner. In fact, at the end of the day, as long as they looked after and brought joy to each other, that was the most important thing they could ever accomplish."

Sonia exhaled deeply, imagining two young people enamored with each other, cooking meals and building that Swedish furniture always advertised on television commercials. Rolling onto her back once more, she looked up at the ceiling. "But that was never meant for me, since the day I was born," She agreed, in her way, with him: neither of us had a chance at normalcy, for very different reasons. "And you don't disappoint me: you ceased to do that the moment I found you in this very suite last night."

It wasn't a particularly long time without disappointment, but it was important to note the change she'd felt for him: the love had never left, but now disappointment had faded when raw honesty and vulnerability had been allowed in. And while it was understandable to worry about everything yet to come, Sonia glanced off to the side, to the window from the top floor of the luxurious hotel that gave its residents some of the best views of the city.

And, sitting up with a small yawn and accompanying stretch, she decided then and there she wouldn't let opportunity slip by. "Well, the way I see it, we have three options," She said, turning to face him and holding up three fingers. "Besides a bath or shower. That's a necessity at this point. But otherwise, option 1: we take the longest nap either of us has probably taken in years because goodness knows we both deserve to rest as we did not partake in much of that last night. Option 2, we find a terribly ridiculous French dub of an English or Japanese film to watch while ordering in food: I am pretty sure McDo delivers in France!"

She chuckled at the thought, putting down the second finger so only one remained. "Or option 3: we go on a date."

She didn't have any official commitments on her schedule until the next day: a mercy that Cecily had decided months ago when it was understood that Sonia, in the midst of her own broken heart, was about to watch her ex-boyfriend marry her friend and likely needed some time to compose herself afterwards. Or at the very least, sleep off the hangover. Nevertheless, spending time with Wylan was far more preferable than a throbbing headache and self-pity.

[psychelis-new]

Hello, can I please join your dream interpretations?

One time when I was 5 or 6 I had a dream about being at a trash dump site walking around trying to get somewhere I don't remember exactly where but it felt as if I was on an adventure. It was in the middle of the day and a cloudy day. I suddenly remember turning around and this girl my age (I felt and saw she was my age) appeared behind me. She had long brown hair and a purple oversized shirt with a princess print on it. She was alone and I felt as if she didn't have any parents and was on her own. I remember feeling extremely comfortable with her the moment I looked at her. like we had a connection. I knew she was my best friend even though I'd never seen her before (in real life and in the dream). I started talking to her and she would listen patiently and respond after. I don't remember our conversation but I remember her being very mature for her age. I woke up after that. I've always wondered who the girl was and what this dream signified. *This is a dream I remembered and was from a very long time ago*

Thank you!

Hello! Ofc.

What I get here is that maybe at that time you were feeling a bit emotionally oppressed/anxious or had to afford some unpleasant situation that probably you weren't able to understand completely as you were still pretty little and were trying your best with what you had. Maybe you were somehow unconsciously asked by this situation to grow all of a sudden, while part of you couldn't grasp the reasons or really wanted to (it wasn't what you deserved anyway). You may have felt like... left alone or abandoned somehow, and the "unknown" girl you met was there to bring you support and company, maybe even to try to guide you through those feelings and to show you about your needs to have connection and talk with someone (someone you could trust, therefore the age and clothing) openly and freely about all that. And to show you you had the right to do that. It could have been your guides/angels or even an ancestor coming to support you and talk with you tbh. Yeah I think it happened to bring you support during a difficult time/change going on in your life and accompany you through all that.

Take care<3