#and mayb this is bc of my own view on my gender of 'i hope rng is nice and makes me a boy next go around but until then im just.

[veganhamsalad]

Screeching screeching

[0o-junebug-o0]

MORE AUTISTIC FEM! READER X SPENCER PLEASEEEE maybe her getting overstimulated at a bar with the team? or at the store? i neeeeddddd more of them!!

Bad Time at the Bar

here you go!! tho it's gn!reader bc gender didn't really come up, hope you don't mind!

genre: hurt/comfort

cw: autistic!reader, explicitly autistic spencer reid, overstimulation (and not the fun kind), meltdown (which reads a lot like a panic attack bc that's what my meltdowns are like), kinda self harm (hitting) and chewing lip until bleeding), internalized ableism and autism viewed in a negative light (spencer talks to reader about it and provides reassurance), completely gn!reader (reader is not described at all)

wordcount: 1.3k

There are too many people. The smell of sweat and alcohol hangs heavy in the air and burns your nose. The room is saturated with noise. Drinks clinking on tables, music playing, people talking. Your head pounds and you regret not bringing your headphones. You thought you’d be fine. You’ve never needed them when at the bar with the team in the past. Someone bumps into you and the unexpected contact causes panic to build in your chest. There’s not enough room. Everything feels like it’s closing in on you.

You suck in a breath through your teeth, gripping your bottle of beer so hard you’re surprised the glass doesn’t shatter. You chew on the inside of your lip until you taste blood, but it does nothing to soothe your quickly growing panic. 

You look around frantically, your eyes so wide you feel like they’re about to burst from your skull. Finally, you spot Spencer. He’s gathered around a table with Derek and some strangers, talking animatedly about something. You stagger forward, nearly tripping over your own feet as you try to reach him. People slam into your shoulders and chest and you can feel the burn of tears welling in your eyes. The tears cause the already painfully bright lights to reflect directly into your eyes so you blink hard and wipe them away.

Your whole body shakes and you desperately want to raise your hands to cover your ears but you’re still holding your drink and there’s not enough room and it’s embarrassing. You can feel your heart pounding throughout your body and your limbs feel like they’re going numb.

By some miracle, you manage to reach Spencer. You stumble toward him, reaching out and clinging to his arm. He startles and turns to look at you. Immediately, concern rushes over his face and he takes your drink and passes it to Derek before gently grabbing your hand. As quickly as he’s able, Spencer guides you through the bar toward an exit, using his own body to force people aside and away from you despite his dislike of germs. 

He holds open the back door and you practically fall into the alley. The door closes and immediately the smells, lights, and sounds lessen. You sink to the ground, pressing your hands against your ears now that there is no one but Spencer to see you. You curl your knees to your chest and stare with wide eyes at the ground. Each breath you take is a rasping, heaving mess, and a distressed groan forces itself from your throat with each exhale.

You feel like you’re dying.

Spencer crouches down beside you, sitting with his legs crossed and leaning against the wall, and you immediately press your body into his. You curl your legs beneath you and lean awkwardly in a way that hunches your back and presses your forehead into his knee. You squeeze your eyes shut and you can feel the way your tears soak his pants.

Spencer drapes himself over your back, using his body to provide the grounding pressure he’s learned you need in times like this. He wraps his arms around you and squeezes tightly. You let out a broken sob and slam the heel of your palm into the side of your head.

“Hey, hey,” Spencer mutters, gently taking a hold of your wrist. 

You shake your head. You need to hit. You need it. And there’s no way to redirect.

Spencer releases your hand and you move it to thump it against your chest.

“Okay, that’s better than your head,” Spencer says to himself. He squeezes your body in intervals and the varying pressure helps ground you. Slowly your sobs lessen to sniffles and hiccuping breaths and the hand hitting your chest falls limp against Spencer’s leg. 

“You’re okay,” Spencer mutters, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. “You’re going to be alright.”

You sniffle and move your head to press it against his stomach. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” he says softly. You can hear the love and care in his voice. “You feeling a bit better?”

You hum and nod against him.

“Do you need some more time, or do you want to go home?” he asks, keeping his body pressing against yours in case you still need the pressure.

You tap his leg twice.

“Home?” he asks sweetly.

You nod, and Spencer sits back. The sudden lack of pressure makes your body feel weird, and part of you wants to drag him back down. You decide against it, knowing that you’ll get used to it quickly and that Spencer will hold you again when you get home.

Spencer carefully guides you to your feet and, keeping an arm wrapped around you, leads you out of the alley and down the street to his car. He opens the passenger side door and you climb in. 

“Will you be okay for a minute or two while I run back in to grab our stuff from JJ?” Spencer asks.

You nod and do your best to smile at him. Spencer smiles back and closes the door. He locks the car and jogs back toward the bar. 

You sigh and wrap your hands around your stomach. Guilt and embarrassment coil painfully in your chest. You can’t believe that just happened. You should have been fine. Why this time? Why the one time you didn’t bring your headphones? You groan in frustration. Why couldn’t you just be normal? And Spencer. You feel so guilty for dragging him away from the rest of the team and the fun he was having to deal with you.

There’s a soft click as the doors unlock, then Spencer opens the driver's side door and climbs inside. You keep your head bowed as he closes the door and reaches into the backseat to set down both of your stuff. 

You see him still out of the corner of your eye, and he rests his hand gently on your shoulder. “Hey, what’s going on?” he asks.

“I–I’m sorry,” you mutter weakly.

“For what, sweetheart?”

“For this! For everything!” you cry. “You–you were having fun and I ruined it! You shouldn’t have to deal with this!”

Spencer says your name softly and, when you don’t respond, he whispers, “Please look at me.”

You slowly raise your head, wiping away the tears streaming down your cheeks.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I don’t care what it is I’m doing, if you’re upset or need help, I will always drop everything to be there for you. And it’s not ‘dealing with you’, baby. We’re partners. It’s our job to take care of each other. You can’t control when you get overstimulated or have a meltdown.”

“But I could have!” you insist. “I didn’t bring my headphones because I thought I’d be fine like every other time and then I wasn’t! It’s my fault I freaked out like this. I should be able to handle it.”

“There is no ‘should’. Having a meltdown will never be your fault. And I know you know that, because you would never think these things about me when I have a meltdown.”

Your jaw drops. “Of-of course not!” you stutter, taken aback.

“Then why is it different for you?” Spencer asks. “Why is your autism bad but mine isn’t?”

You open and close your mouth for a moment, unsure of what to say.

Spencer doesn’t speak.

“I–I don’t know,” you eventually admit.

“It’s because it isn’t bad. I understand why you might feel that way or why you feel guilty about making me deal with it, as you say. But I help you because I love you and care about you and because I want to. Just like you help me because you love and care about me and want you. And I will always choose to help you and be there for you, no matter what, no matter how ashamed you may feel. Okay?”

Your chin wobbles, and soon tears are streaming down your face as you let out a wailing sob.

Spencer leans over the armrest to hug you, neither of you caring about the awkward angle. 

You pull back and wipe at your eyes. “C-can we go home, now?” you ask weakly.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Spencer says kindly.

“And then cuddles?”

“Always.”

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[revive-the-fandom]

Please tell us more about the dragon hunters idea as I have had several of my own thoughts about how to attempt to make them make sense and would love to hear someone else's :)

done! full thing here

after thinking about it they make a little more sense than i thought but Johann's twist still puts a spanner in the works sometimes. Edge of Disaster doesn't make sense if he only joined up between s4 and s5. but Dire Straits and Last Auction Heroes don't make sense if he joins up before that.

theres a couple of things that people have pointed out i didnt address, like there being no women. but i honestly think that's a sexism thing from the creators - they couldnt be bothered to go back and make new female models, then later realised that theyd made wayyy too many male ones so panicked and made the wingmaidens.

it's a problem thats existed since rob aired bc neither the Berserkers or the Outcasts have women among their ranks. (we see some women on Berserker Island in Somethings rotten on berserker island, but theyre not a part of the army).

berserkers, outcasts and hunters being all male ↑

this even extends into httyd 2 as there's no women in erets crew or drago's army

there are basically only npc women on Berk, the Defenders of the Wing (and thats only because they recycled the "hiccup and heather in disguise" models) and Wingmaiden Island lmao.

like i dont even count the warlord lady because wow we got 1 woman. like i dont even see other women in their armies

which is a weird fucking decision since there were warrior women on berk this whole time

like theres less than id like but they are there, its a trend not an exception.

but for the in canon explanation tho, i think that maybe Dagur attempted to take the Berserkers backwards a bit, and maybe put all their women on defense instead of aggressive positions. he undid 50 years worth of peace with Berk because he felt that the berserkers had lost their edge, so he probably reversed some of the laws his dad made too.

I guess since the Outcasts are all criminals or descendants of criminals they might have some kind of civil war between the genders? or civil agreement to not live together. because i imagine theres quite a few assholes living there and generally historically women have been the target of said assholes??

as for like eret and drago and the warlords i guess the Archipelago is more isolated and has more progressive rules about women than the rest of the world.

the Hunters might have a more traditional view on women. i think that they have various settlements (ports, farming villages, etc) and thats where their women are. one of the biggest jobs for viking women irl was making the sails of the ships, so i think that probably took up most of the Hunter women's time.

Heather joining them might have been forced by Dagur, who at least recognises that Berk has produced a lot of formidable women warriors and possibly had to reassess some views after getting his ass handed to him by Heather and Astrid.

but again, the more likely reason is that the creators are just sexist.

i hope that was interesting at least lol

[juyeonszn]

AND THEN THERE IS YOU

PAIRING ju haknyeon x f!reader (gn technically since there are no gendered terms)

WORD COUNT 1.17k

GENRES fluff ﹒very slight angst like blink and u miss it

WARNINGS another fic of mine that doesn’t require an 18+ warning… fawn in her tamed era 🙏, ur heart will ache from how </3 this is, mentions of divorce, reader had kind of a shitty childhood, reader also has some intimacy issues, hak is the most patient and kind person ever, throws up everywhere bc me when </3

SUMMARY he was content loving you until you were ready to love him.

MORE ANDDDDD my insanity strikes again!!!!1!1!1! aka in my dr. seuss william shakespeare edgar allan poe steven king arc 😍 my inspiration has been crazy lately, so enjoy this before juyeonszn goes into a drought deeper into the semester 😭 ANYWAYS MAE (@maessseongs) HERE U GO!! i kept it fluffier and kinda short bc it just felt right, i hope that’s okay with u! this is the last request from my 100 followers event so far ✨ prompts used are: 2, 7 >:)

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs

Relationships were a weird concept to you. Growing up, you’d never really been shown affection. Your parents weren’t the type to pack your lunch for school in the morning and send you off with a peck on the cheek followed by an ‘I Love You’.

In fact, they never told you that they loved you very often. Maybe a handful of times in your whole life did you hear those three words uttered from them. And even less did you hear that they were proud of you. It was worse when you took a step back and watched their own crumbling marriage.

As long as they’d been together, you never heard them tell the other how much they were appreciated. They fought more than they got along. You usually fell asleep to the sound of doors slamming and loud arguing in the hallway. When they finally decided to get a divorce, you almost cried out of joy. They were draining more out of you than each other.

So, perhaps that had to do with your fucked up view of relationships as you became an adult. You could never fully comprehend what love was since you didn’t exactly have stellar role models. Boyfriends came and went, losing interest as soon as they realized how disconnected you were. Your heart was never truly in it.

And then, you met Haknyeon.

Sweet sweet Haknyeon, who only cared about your happiness and your well being. Haknyeon, who didn’t ask you for more than you could give. Who didn’t push you for answers when you shut him out. Who patiently waited on the sidelines while you rebooted yourself.

If there were a higher being out in the universe, they’d done an excellent job at putting all the best qualities into Ju Haknyeon. By some miracle or a stroke of luck, he found his way to you. You’ll always think that he deserves better than you, but you’ll also always be eternally grateful that you have him.

As summer takes its last breath and the air begins to chill, leaves wilting to the streets and crunching below the feet of passersby, your motivation to get up in the mornings has started its tumultuous decline. You don’t know what it is about the change in seasons that continues to put a damper in your mood as the years go on, but it’s become almost too much to bear. It was no longer a dull pressure in the pit of your stomach and the back of your mind. Now it was a heaviness that settled in your heart and weighed you down.

It was a Thursday evening and you were tucked into bed already, despite a peek of the sun still visible over the horizon. Your head was pounding despite the room being silent. You curl into yourself further just as your bedroom door creaks open. Haknyeon whispers an apology, going to exit the room when he sees the state you’re in.

It was standard for him to leave you alone until you were ready to talk. He knew you had a hard time opening up, considering what you’d grown up with, and he didn’t want to be the person who pestered you to tell him what was wrong. He wanted you to feel comfortable coming to him first. Haknyeon couldn’t handle being the reason you were pushed to your breaking point.

But for some reason, this time is different. You don’t want to be left alone. You want to be held. You want him to kiss your forehead and tell you he loves you, unlike what you had when you were younger.

“Hak, wait,” you call, voice slightly hoarse. “Stay. Please.”

He’s taken aback by your request, but doesn’t hesitate to follow through. He climbs into the bed behind you, wrapping his arms around your center. In spite of the fact that this wasn’t a usual occurrence, that cuddling was something you’ve only done a couple other times, he embraces you as if this was second nature for him. As if holding you in his arms was his very life source.

“Are you sure?” He asks softly, words spoken gently into your hair.

“Mhm, I want this,” you nod, nuzzling into his arm. “I have never felt this safe with anyone before.”

Haknyeon’s breathing stutters. You’ve never admitted this to him before, you’ve never ever said ‘I Love You’, but he’s always been willing to wait. He understood that this was a new territory for you. He was content loving you until you were ready to love him, even if it took months— even if it took years. That’s how much he cared for you. In his eyes, you were the reason there were stars in the sky. You were the reason why the sun rose in the morning and why the moon shone at night.

He kisses your temple. “I’ll be here to protect you.”

You turn in his arms to get a good look at his face. Because it was so rare that you were this close, you wanted to memorize his features from this distance. You trace his cheekbones and jawline with your thumb, eyes flickering down to his lips.

You lean forward, minimizing the gap between you to press your lips into a sweet kiss, almost as sweet as him. Haknyeon gasps out of surprise, but quickly reciprocates your affection, bringing up a hand to cup your face. He allows you to set the pace, to move at a speed you were comfortable with in case this was all you wanted.

When you pull back to catch your breath, he smiles, taking in how pretty you were. He could never get enough of you. He thinks that was his biggest flaw, being so greedy when it came to you. He couldn’t help but indulge himself every time you let him, though if it were a sin, he’d gladly commit it over and over again.

“However many years we have left, I wanna spend them all with you.”

You feel the tears dripping down your cheeks before you register that you’re crying. You couldn’t possibly fathom how Haknyeon came to find love in the form of you; the hollow shell of a person who’s never felt the warmth of another human in their life. You didn’t think you deserved someone like him. The only logical explanation was that you were a saint in a past life, and the higher being you mentioned earlier was rewarding you for it.

But even so, he loved you. Enough that he wasn’t afraid to spend the rest of his life with you waking up on the other side of the bed.

He swipes away some stray tears with the pad of his thumb and kisses your nose. You let out a small laugh, connecting your lips once more. It conveys all you want to say, but you know saying it out loud will make it concrete. It’ll solidify what you’ve been building up the courage to finally tell him.

“I wanna spend them all with you, too.”

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[worldheadcanons]

Could you do yandere russia and canada with tsundere s/o?

☆ stalker russia with a tsundere victim headcanons!

starring. . . gender neutral reader and russia. warning for depictions general stalker behaviors and brief forced feminization (ivan sees you as a wife regardless of gender, NOT because you’re feminine but because he’s odd)

author notes; sorry anon i could not bear to write more canada but i hope u enjoy russia still. for me stalker au = yandere.. he’s one of my favs but i never feel like i write him well.. fortunately for me stalker au characters get to be ooc for my own personal gain. there’s not many mentions of the reader RLLY being a tsundere so i can write a part two if u like.. bc i rlly do like the idea of reader being stubborn and annoying and ivan wanting reader all the same smh..

> ivan braginsky!

— he’s an extremely clingy stalker, almost always wanting to be near you in some way. if it’s not literal, such as befriending you in the workplace and making sure you work together frequently, then it’s metaphorical, like when he leaves his smell on your pillow so you think of him before sleeping. if you asked braginsky why he was so obsessed with you, he wouldn’t have a clear answer. you were a bit irritating at times, very stubborn and prone to scoffing or rolling your eyes at him. even so.. despite it all.. he craved you. you were perfectly imperfect… and you weren’t scared of him, unlike many others. maybe it was the fact that you were willing to show that you had the balls to face him. 

— it’s hard to believe the two of you consider each other friends sometimes. other times, it’s extremely easy to believe. ivan will get annoyed with you, mirroring your agitating behaviors and crossing his arms before happily feeding you your lunch and walking you home all in the same day. the two of you were even worse than francis and arthur, though neither of you were aware that others viewed you that way. you’d argue and then be seen holding hands together and then you’d be back to throwing insults. it wasn’t a normal friendship by any means but both of you are content with what you have. or at least, that’s what you think.

— braginsky wants so badly to be your husband. the thought of another man having you is.. simply out of the question. when alfred mentions in passing that you’re a ‘total babe’ he can feel himself tense and seethe with anger. try as he might to not make it visible, occasionally someone will notice his change in expression and the mood will become thick and heavy. fortunately for him, you were usually clueless to changes in atmosphere. on the rare occasion that you did pick up on it, he just mumbles out some sort of excuse. in ivan’s eyes, you were going to be a perfect wife, regardless of your gender. you were feisty, yes, but what wife isn’t a little testy at times? that’s just how wives are. 

— ah, you’d look so cute with his children. adopted children, kidnapped children— a kid’s a kid. braginsky doesn’t care much about how you two get the child or children (he likes the idea of having two or three). he can imagine it now.. coming home to the sight of his kids.. he hangs up his coat and goes into the kitchen… of course you’re there cooking dinner.. he hugs you by the hips, kissing your cheek and then your neck.. you blush, you laugh and tell him ‘not in front of the kids’.. it’s perfect. absolutely perfect.. it only exists in his daydreams for now but soon, soon, you will be his.. 

— he’s been in your house plenty of times, sometimes through the front door and sometimes through an unlocked window upstairs. ivan figures that it’ll be his house too soon, so it’s only fair he acquaints himself with the general layout. he’s surprisingly quiet for such a large guy, sneaking in and walking around your home without a single care in the world. it’s as if he believes that he can’t be caught.. that you’d never call the police… that this isn’t illegal at all. it’s usually late into the night by the time he comes inside your house. he likes this time the most because he adores the way you look when you’re sleeping. occasionally he even kisses you in your sleep— but that’s rare for him. he feels like if he keeps kissing you in your sleep.. braginsky might not hold himself back from doing more in the future.. 

�� this is off the cuff but from time to time he steals underwear and sweaty tops from your laundry. it’s.. gross… and he’s embarrassed, really, he is… but he can’t help the boner that comes just from holding your stuff. he’ll jerk himself off and then feel bad about it, because isn’t ivan just disgusting for feeling so horny over used underwear? he’s filthy, he’s a freak, and he’s absolutely all yours.

— he doesn’t actually ever call your phone, but he does text you from an anonymous number. it’s all the usual stalker things— how wonderful you are, how much he wants you to be his, how he’ll have you no matter what. braginsky tries not to be particularly creepy about his musings, wanting to romance you more than freak you out. when you finally bring up the texts to him at the office or during lunch, asking him for advice, he just pretends to be surprised. he’ll show sympathy before asking how you feel.. what do you think of those long winded, emotional texts? those texts full of want and need? do you.. find them charming in any way? ivan will gauge your reaction to his questions and adjust his anonymous texts accordingly.

[goose-duck]

trolls x Male reader //characters mentioned: Floyd, Veneer, Velvet, Y/N

I thought abt this and decided to write it, ur velvet and veneer's little brother. Why brother? Why not gender neutral? Bc I'm male and I want to be the center of attention, okay?YOU ARE SIBLINGS IN THIS, DONT GET WEIRD!! AND FLOYD AND YOU ARE JUST BUDDIES!! NO FUNNY BUSINESS!!

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Veneer's PoV:I was just laying on the couch in the living room, it's just a Saturday, no shows no nothing, boring. Velvet doesn't even want me to do anything today and I haven't seen Y/N yet today so he's probably still asleep..or doing something foolish, you never really know with that guy.Y'know, I could go talk to the troll...oh what's his name..? Do trolls have a name..? Oh! Flower? I think that's his name! Flower! I'll go talk to him.

••••••3rd person PoV:Veneer walks into the studio room to talk to Floyd when he sees that Floyd is in fact, not there. The whole diamond perfume bottle is gone actually! The troll Veneer trollnapped has been double trollnapped!

••••••Veneer's PoV:Sh*t...oh no...Vel's gonna kill me when she finds out Flower is missing! What do I do? What do I do? Aaaahhh.

••••••3rd person PoV:Veneer starts running around looking for "Flower" and yelling "Flower, where are you?" . Everyone in the building assumes he either lost his mind or is looking for flour for baking, not that they've ever seen him bake, but who knows what those twins get up to in their free time? I mean, their little brother bakes so who's to say the older siblings don't?

••••••Veneer's PoV: I still haven't found that dang troll! What do I dooo? Ughhh!I walk past my little brother's room to hear him talking to someone, maybe he's in a phone call...but I like to know who he's talking to because he's ended up talking to some real strange people without knowing it thanks to me and Vel bringing him to put shows. I kind of feel bad about it so I try to protect him where I can while still letting him have fun.I stand just outside Y/N's bedroom door, which he's conveniently left open. I'm just out of view from where his bed is. I don't understand why he wanted such a small room actually, he just insisted on it, saying it was more cozy or something? Maybe it is, but I'm not interested in finding out.Anyway, I stand outside his room and listen quietly to hear who he's talking to.It's that troll! I recognize that voice! What's he doing talking to my little brother!? What was Y/N doing in the studio? ...what has that troll told him..? If he knows what me and Vel did will he still love us...?I start to get worried and lean against the wall, sliding down it until I get to the floor. It's really hitting me now just how bad everything we did to that troll and everyone else is. I knew it was bad, but now that I'm worrying my little brother might never want to talk to me again...I don't know...it just really solidifies how bad of a person I've become just to make Velvet happy...

••••••Earlier in the dayY/N's PoV:I was just wondering around the mansion, it's early morning and I woke up before everyone else, as per usual. It's winter break so I don't have to go to school, but I'm still stuck on that schedule for waking up at 5, which is annoying because I was really hoping to sleep in. My older siblings are so lucky! They're famous so they don't have to go to school right now, they make so much money off their music that it doesn't matter what else they do.I remember them always being really bad singers...I guess maybe they took voice lessons? I vaguely remember Veneer saying something about that...I wish the would have asked me to sing with them but I guess that would have thrown off the twins gimmick if their little brother is also with them. I'm a great singer...I did choir for years...I've sung on stages for crowds many times...I can even play a few instruments...maybe I should just make my own music career?Actually, that'd be something to do with my morning since no one's awake to tell me not to...I can use their studio! I don't think I'll actually become famous, but it might just be fun to play with the equipment and pretend I'm a famous singer like Velvet and Veneer!

••••••3rd person PoV:Y/N starts walking to the recording studio. Normally Velvet or Veneer would make him leave but since they're both asleep no one's there to him from just going in, except maybe a lock? But Y/N doesn't believe either sibling is attentive enough to actually lock a door.

••••••Y/N PoV:I slowly push open the studio door, trying to be quiet just in case Crimp hears me and goes to wake the twins up.Once inside the room the first thing I notice is this diamond perfume bottle with this little blue thing in it, it seems alive.I walk over to it and pick up the perfume bottle, the thing inside groans, I feel bad for it and set it down."Sorry...did I hurt you..?" I ask shyly, feeling bad that I upset whatever it was.The blue thing looked shocked at my apology and shook it's head, "no, no, who...who are you? I've never seen you before, it's usually just Velvet and Veneer and sometimes Crimp.""Oh..um..I'm Y/N, I'm Velvet and Veneer's little brother. Who are you? And why are you in a perfume bottle..?" I ask curiously, I'm rather confused by why my siblings have a tiny thing in a perfume bottle."I'm Floyd, it's nice to meet you, Y/N. I don't know how you're gonna take this or if you'll even believe me, but your siblings have been keeping me in this perfume bottle and using my talent so they can sing! It's...kinda killing me..." He said nervous for my reaction.I'm upset that my siblings would go that care but not surprised either, I figure it's more Velvet's doing than Veneer's as she tends to push him around a lot, he actually kind of seems scared of her...I wonder what she does to him when I'm not around if she also does things like this to tiny blue men... actually...that's a weird looking man...I should ask him what he is."What...what are you..?" I ask awkwardly, it's such a strange question to ask someone, but I wanted to know, he's something I've never seen before.He gives me a weird look before collecting himself and saying, "I'm a troll."I gave him a weird look but nodded afterwards like it was normal. I kind of remember Velvet saying something abouts trolls in a band called "BroZone" but maybe I'm delusional? Maybe I should just ask Floyd since he's here."Um...like...from BroZone..?" I ask with some suspicion that I'm correct.He responds," yeah, Floyd, from BroZone...that's me." "Sweet." I say casually before continuing, "so...my siblings trapped you in a perfume bottle and are kinda killing you, yeah?" Floyd nods. "Cool cool...well, not cool, but, like, I'm comprehending the situation, y'know? Why am I still talking...ahhh...um.." you looked at the clock seeing it's almost 10, the time when the twins wake up, so you panic and grab the perfume bottle and run to your room. You were in such a rush that when you got in there you didn't even close the door, you just hid under the blankets with Floyd."Sorry for just grabbing you...I hope you didn't get hurt..." You say worriedly."No no, I'm okay..." Floyd says, clearly a little shaken up."Ahh, what do we do? My siblings will be awake any minute! I'd just let you go but what if they see you and hurt you?..." Y/N starts thinking out loud about how to keep Floyd safe.Floyd comforts Y/N a bit, telling him that it's gonna be okay and that they can stay under the blankets and talk about how to do this.

••••••Present timeVeneer's PoV:I start panicking in the hallway about what might happen, there's no way Y/N doesn't know what Velvet and I did, he's gonna hate us! What do I do now?I see Velvet walking over, she looks angry."Veneer! Did you take the troll!" She yells at me, not even realizing the door to Y/N's room is wide open.I give her a worried look and shush her, pointing at Y/N's room. She then groans and storms off, telling me that we'll talk about this later.I see Y/N slowly pop his head out of his room and look at me, he doenst look happy, he looks disgusted and maybe even a bit scared.He asks me, "why'd you do it..? Why are you hurting this troll..? If you couldn't sing you could have been a model or an actor...it's still not too late for that stuff...just stop hurting him..." He sounds so sad, so dissapinted in me.I'm supposed to be his older brother yet I'm the immature one who was so desperate for fame and money that I hurt an innocent troll..."I'm sorry for what I did to Flower...I... shouldn't have done it...it's too late to go back on it now...I know that...but...I can help you get him past Velvet and out of here...we'll talk more about what I did later, okay? The priority right now is to get Floyd to safety. Sound good, Y/N?" I say sincerely, I truely do feel bad, I'm just so afraid of Velvet, but seeing that look on my little brother's face...I just couldn't take it any longer.Y/N agrees without a second thought, he just wants Flower to be happy and free, I guess maybe they've become friends while Velvet and I were sleeping? Anyway, not the time for logistics! It's time to save this troll!I see Y/N make a weird face for a moment before looks at me and saying, "Flower?" In a very judgy tone.I was confused and responded, "t-the troll..?"Y/N rolls his eyes at me and sighs, "yup.. definately his name...""Well what's his name?" I ask awkwardly."His name is Floyd, ya damn kidnapper!..trollnapper!" Y/N says rudely before getting up and picking up the perfume bottle with Floyd in it.I apologize quickly before I hear Velvet's heels on the ground and grab Y/N and run down the hall away from Velvet.••••••A few minutes of sneaking around the house later...Y/N's PoV:I was so shocked that Veneer was helping me, I thought he'd just cry or something like that, but he's actually helping me help Floyd...hm...that still doenst make up for what he did and we'll have to talk about this later, but it's still sweet that he's trying..my big brother has always been soft hearted...so it's nice to see him show that side.

••••••Floyd PoV:Dispite Velvet and Veneer's behavior their little brother is very kind hearted, he wanted to help me without a second thought. It's nice to know that some people aren't just power hungry succubi...I guess Veneer isn't either is he..? He's just the scared brother to Velvet. Still doenst make up for the fact that he joined in on Velvet's plan, but it does explain it...so though he's not completely off the hook in my mind, I don't hate him either.

••••••Veneer PoV:We're almost at the front door and we haven't ran into Velvet yet, this is good, maybe everything will go smoothly..? Damn it! Now that I thought that something's gonna- "Aaaa!!" I scream as I slip on soapy water in the hallway, falling onto my butt.Y/N laughs at me as he gracefully slides past me and over to the door, "haha! Should have taken ice skating with me as a child!" He opens the door and lets Floyd out of the perfume bottle."Bye bye, Floyd" Y/N waves sweetly at Floyd and he waves back. I also wave at Floyd and give him a shy smile, he nods at me as a thank you before saying to Y/N, "Thank you for saving me, I thought I was gonna die in that bottle...haha, goodbye, have a nice life you two!" He then starts walking away.Y/N says one final thing," I hope to meet again sometime!"Floyd responds by looking behind him and nodding with a smile before continuing on his way home.

••••••After Veneer and Nolan talk in Nolan's roomVeneer PoV:Me and my little brother talked about what happened, he still seems dissapinted in me but he understands why I did it. He doesn't seem to want to hold it against me but said he'll support Floyd if next time we see him he holds this over my head and honestly I agree with that, I deserve it.Y/N told me he's gonna talk to Velvet about it and that I don't have to join him if I'm too scared to, but that he's going to be giving Velvet and earful about this.Heh, for the youngest sibling, Y/N sure does act like our older brother.

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Stories over <3I hope u liked it :>I tried very hard to get my thoughts into words

[rainywritesx]

Headcanons: Chan with an autistic S/O

Headcanons of bang chan with an autistic s/o because I’m in a delulu mood <3 I also want to preface this by saying that autism presents itself differently in people across the spectrum, so I apologize if you cannot completely relate to this! Regardless, I hope you will enjoy it ^^ (I might make a part 2 bc there’s so much else I could mention lol)

Warnings; none, reader is gender neutral!

— I feel like Chan would be such a sweetheart with this topic

— As much as he comes across as the type to want to be educated on these kinds of things (i.e marginalized groups i guess?), I can imagine he still has a picture in his head of autism that isn’t completely accurate, especially if you’re afab (assigned female at birth)

— Not his fault, moreso a result of a bias against autistic women lol

— Anyway

— he’s more than willing to learn

— I personally am really sensitive to food textures, and as a result my diet can be a bit limited

— I can just imagine Chan trying to learn as much as he can about your safe foods as well as foods that you can handle in general

— Whenever you two go out to eat somewhere he makes sure the restaurant has something you can eat on the menu!

— Will definitely not judge you if you end up opting for the classic; chicken nuggets

— Will also be very attentive to you especially when you’re in public

— If you’re like me and good at masking your traits, I feel like he can still tell when you’re feeling a bit tired or maybe even overstimulated

— He will immediately try to find a way to get you to feel better, whether that be going to a seperate room with you, leaving you alone for a bit, giving you his headphones, whatever solution is available to him in that moment will be used

— And gosh, when you talk about your special interests

— Mans is whipped

— Will buy anything related to it just to see your face light up whenever he surprises you

—He also admires your strong sense of justice and how you stick to your principles

— AlsO

— If he finds out you actually find eye contact unbearable yet still do it since you are masking

— I can totally see him avoiding your gaze instead since he knows it makes you feel better

— AHHHHH

— Or maybe he will remind you it’s okay not to make eye contact, but he won’t get upset if you still do it either ofc

— Also, if you’re like me and struggle with your routines being messed up

— Baby will try so hard to make sure nothing unexpected comes up, or if it does, he won’t force you to join him

— I can imagine chan may have to work unexpectedly at times

— Especially when a comeback is coming up

— During these periods it can be harder for him to keep his promises with things like dates

— He will try to be as clear as possible in this

— But also, life still happens as annoying at it may be

— But this cutie will make it up to you in any way you want

— Another thing, he really admires your directness and way of communicating

— Not to toot my own horn here, but i prefer being direct way more over giving hints and having the other person guess what you are trying to say

— I can see chan as someone who values good communicator in in general, and this trait of yours definitely helps a lot in that

— Even if the way you word it may come across as a bit too blunt, Chan is aware that there is no malicious intent when it happens

— Overall he just loves you so much, and I don’t think he views you being autistic as particularly good or bad, it’s just a neutral descriptor if that makes sense

[omarera]

I had decided not to comment on the interview made in the fashion and lifestyle magazine but people still bring it up and judge him, comment disrespectfully or demand things of him and I’m tired of it. And in a bad mood in general so let’s go. Long rant ahead. You have been warned.

I agree it wasn’t well worded what Omar meant with queer. And maybe I shouldn’t try to interpret it either but I do think he wanted to address both sexual and gender identity. And that is respectful and inclusive I think.

Regardless how the reader interprets it, I do hope they put it into perspective to all other things he has said and done. Give him credit for all he is and does and stand up for. Some people seem very quick to judge and disregard everything else. Unfair in my mind.

What perspectives do I mean.

I get he is tired of people defining him. He has reoccurring stated (at least publicly since 2019) that he gets a lot of questions and comments on his sexual preferences and his gender, if he is a boy or a girl. You can still see on all media posts, like Café Magazine and Aftonbladet, that his gender and/or sexuality is questioned and people have a need to make an assessment and speculate what it is. Comments like “best dressed man but that’s not a man” etc. And he has several times stated he doesn’t see the need for people to know how he identifies just for the sake of knowing but is also open with that he has fallen in love with people regardless of gender. And he has several times said he wants to be unlabeled and is open-minded to where life takes him so he doesn’t want to feel locked in and restrict himself by definitions. I actually love that view and admire it. Wish I could be that free in my own mindset.

Is he supportive? Hell yes. Is he proud. I think so. Proudly taking part of pride parades for example, expressing himself as he wants, and elaborating on what pride means for him. Does it change bc of the wording in this one interview is unclear. In my view: No. He seems to be the one of the most supportive open-minded persons one can find. And he has the right to be fed up with all speculations.

I get that for some it’s really important to define themselves and put it into words, and that the words and definitions are essential to them. Their inner core and identity. And maybe even gets hurt if people use terms in a different or in a less distinguished way than themselves. I don’t see that he has any intention of hurting people though. If you are, I think it’s based on your projections and your expectations on what you want him to be, say and represent and demand of him to be perfect and flawless in this regard. It’s not him deliberately trying to hurt someone.

Just let him live and love who he falls in loves with and experiment with his looks whether it’s masculine or feminine, make up or no make up, without having that leading to others defining and redefining his identity. Or that he has to tell it to the world. He is just himself. Just be kind and give people benefit of a doubt and put it into perspective, instead of jumping to conclusions, judge, comment disrespectfully, demand him to change or demand explanations and that he should be and say as you want him to. Just respect that we are different.

[your-bigender-big-brother]

oh are we sending in gender asks??

i'm an autigender "girl" and i use it&he&she pronouns equally! i consider myself genderqueer and multigender bc i basically can't identify my gender at all-- to me it's like trying to make out a big glass shape with my glasses off, like i can tell that Something's there but the size and colors and precise shape are just impossible to distinguish, so i kinda just make up whatever i want for it instead!

so i'm a girl kinda by choice cause i think being a girl sounds fun, but i'm also a boy or a cloud or a star or literally anything else when i wanna be! cause i can't see what i "actually" am i may as well have some fun with it? it's like making shapes out of clouds...

so i relate to a lot of multigender experiences because i'm kinda just collecting everything i like and presenting that way for my own enrichment! but it's also kinda genderqueer because I'm building my own gender experience with complete disregard for the technical "truth" of my gender-- it's kinda like being gender agnostic?? like I'll never know for sure, so there's no real point in trying to stress about it, so actually I'm everything and nothing-- I'm basically anything i can imagine! and i think that's great and cool!

hope any others reading this have a great day too, but if this doesn't get published no worries-- hope you have a great day as well!! ✨

I totally understand the "fuzziness" of gender. I tend to view my more neutrois side exactly the way you view your gender - as if I didn't have my glasses on! I call my other gender neutrois because it's the closest term I can think of. Other labels might be maverique or outherine or something I haven't yet discovered - it's can be pretty nebulous for me!

Having fun with gender is a great idea. Cloud, star, boy, girl, or anything at all can describe a gender experience. Leaving room to allow these concepts to thrive is a great way to explore one's gender. Maybe my gender is connected to space, or being a dragon, or the chill in the air as Autumn turns to Winter. Who knows?

I'm glad you took the time to share your story. I'm sure a lot of people will really enjoy reading it. And I also hope you have a great day yourself! - 💙💚

[liam-zor-el]

If you’re okay with it, could you tell me any issues/problems you had or have with the Walking Dead comics? Asking because I always see TWD fans criticizing the show but never the comics (on Tumblr, at least), and while I understand why fans criticize the show more than the comics, the comics isn’t a 100% perfect either and definitely has some problems of it’s own too; especially during the early run of the comics.

oohh finally another chance to talk about this. i also never see criticism about the comics on tumblr for some reason. it's kinda crazy because, in my opinion, the show improved upon the comics in like many ways. i wont get into all that bc i havent watched it in a while but if you want i could some other time. i also have the opposite view on the comic where i think it started off really strong and most of my problems come by the latter part of the series.

Most of my critiques are focused on the characters being wasted, done badly, or ignored. most often in favour of rick and carl. i understand they're the main characters, but at a certain point the way characters like sophia and lydia (will get back to her in a bit) are so badly squandered and underdeveloped all because their motivations need to be centred around carl, it starts to feel a bit boring to read when it's pretty clear that kirkman cared so much more about carl's character than anyone else

on that topic, by the end of the run, there are so many random characters and that just have nothing really to them. remember kelly and connie? wouldn't blame you if you didn't, they are introduced with magna's group in issue 127 and after that are mostly just in background shots and stuff. they don't even show up in the last issue. magna's whole group has this problem actually, we get so little time with them that it feels like they were there for no reason. most of the stuff we get to know about them is through exposition because there's just not enough time spent with them to get to know them at all.

now back to lydia, i actually wrote an essay for my gender studies class about how lydia and her place in the story is so misogynistic. im not gunna share the whole essay because it's a lot, but it basically boils down to the fact that lydia's entire character revolves around carl. we barely get to see her relationships or thoughts about any other survivors (a rare exception is with sophia, where lydia is shown to be jealous of her relationship to carl.) even when she opens up about her struggles and problems they are still made about carl, where his reaction is the focus so he can tell her how wrong it is and we never look into how this affected her again. while fighting the whisperers she has a comment about how the hilltop is her home, but we havent exactly seen her grow here so it feels pretty hollow. finally, in issue 193, the finale of the series set 25 years later, we get to see Lydia one last time. The thrilling conclusion to her story? She and Carl broke up sometime in the timeskip and he got with Sophia. Lydia is married to a random background character who we see maybe once in the last page after she tries to seduce Carl so Kirkman can write another monologue about how “the world is different now and I know better than you!”. By the end of the series, it’s clear that, to Robert Kirkman, Lydia’s very promising character was never anything except background noise for Carl Grimes’ story. 

I think sophia's story also has a lot of similar problems to lydia's but this post has gotten really long so i might come back to that some other time.

i have more critiques (mostly about the misogyny and racism the story has) but it's been a while since ive read twd and this is really long so this is good for now. also to be clear, i dont think the walking dead comics are all bad, i just have had this series and my thoughts on it's flaws stewing in my brain for like over a year. hope this was a good answer.

[melodic-haze]

Just out of curiosity, I'm a new comer and saw your "about the blog" post and it said you don't write for males, but I came from your Himeko x amab post. Was that just the occasional one off or has your rules changed? I'm asking as I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable if I decide to request stuff in the future. Also apologize if this was too formal and wordy, I actually never used tumblr until recently so I'm still confused on many things such as etiquette. Also I hope your therapist situations go well and more so will your gacha pulls be blessed.

FIRST OF ALL DON'T APOLOGISE HAHAHA I've only been here since like April or May and I used to have some other Tumblr acc way back when but I'm. Still very confused a lot of the time I fear. AND THANK YOU FOR BOTH WISHES 💪💪 I'll roll today and I'm planning to call them up tomorrow

As for the meat of the matter (what a silly thing to say), there Might be a bit of confusion here which like. Fair enough I got a bit confused myself at first and I'm the one who made this fucking blog 😭 but to put it simply and VERY possibly cancel-worthy, I don't write for male-identifying people

I WOULD LIKE TO CLEAR UP THOUGH FIRST THAT I DO NOT HATE MEN PLEASE 😭😭😭 all of this sounds so very riskily worded idk how else to say it I'm so sorry :(

Long explanation utc but tldr: I just don't feel comfortable for my own reasons (such as my writing being self-indulgent), I differentiate sex from gender so afab and amab are different from fem, male and gender neutral, the Himeko ask wasn't a one-off but more of a compromise, and THANK YOU FOR DECIDING TO ASK AND CARE FOR MY COMFORT :(((( ily new anon I HOPE I DON'T SCARE YOU OFF BC OF THIS OMG 😭😭😭😭😭

Ok now if you don't mind my long-winded explanation, I use the terms amab or afab as a form of distinction between genitals in my smutposting bc I'm fine with such a thing, it's just writing for the male perspective that....bothers me? No that's not quite right, I do Discord rp and have played as men before, I think it's just more the fact that I write not just for other people but for myself too? If you read the dialogue for my demos and stuff, you'd probs be able to tell that this is all VERY self-indulgent���the reader's responses aren't really as neutral as I want them to be, leaning towards actions and phrases that I would use rather than cater to the general 'neutral' audience

Maybe it makes no difference in the end, bc everyone's their own individual and beyond the whole stereotype thing and the gymbro testosterone-esque macha-alpha bs you see sometimes, there aren't?? And really shouldn't be much of a link between genders and personal thoughts ig, if you catch my meaning. But I just Don't Feel Right writing ig. I don't think it helps that I've had a bad experience with a few men in my life, which while it doesn't define my view of the gender bc what the fuck man, it does define my comfort levels in writing

The reason why I wrote the Himeko ask with an amab reader was bc the og ask was with a MALE reader, which I've explained to you just now about. I could happily, EASILY do gn reader who was born male/has male endowments, but the mind is a whole different thing so I came to some kinda compromise instead bc I REALLY really did wanna write the request itself. At the end of the day, it all falls to semantics I suppose, but a gyal can't be blamed for being kinda specific ab stuff, right? 🫠🫠 Yeah no this wasn't a one-off, nor have the rules changed—if you look through my page, you can see Multiple Works of me writing a gn reader with an implied dick/strap alternative for people with fem genitalia haha

I DO appreciate you for asking beforehand though! Questions like these make me happy bc it shows yall care rather than just. Getting into it and jumping the gun I suppose!!! Sometimes my stomach just twists when I get a req for the male identity and it's a whole thing :(

[langernameohnebedeutung]

a thing worth noting that with the examples the reblogger gave about "female obsessive characters" is that when it is a female character that's obsessed with boys or men it is almost always played as either a joke or meant to be seen as dangerous and creepy - usually both. All the "boycrazy" female characters in the example are meant to be seen as antagonists and/or comic relief, and we know the classic trope of the "maneater". Meanwhile when a male character is "girlcrazy" and behaves in a similar way as the girl characters more often than not he is meant to be seen as an underdog, an aspiration, a guy who is "maybe overdoing it a little" but who you are meant to root for anyways. Take for example the guy in Love, Actually whose only character trait is wanting to sleep with as many women as possible and whose sole goal in the movie was trying to get to US america bc "it is full of hot babes" and who you are clearly meant to root for when he immediately gets flirted with by not one but three "horny sex manic" women at the same time (all of whom he ends up sleeping with at the same time) as soon as he arrives there. The only times I can think of something like that happening to a "boycrazy" female character and being meant as a positive thing may be romance movies targeted at a female audience already, while male characters like that can be found in almost every movie or show there is

That is a good point - usually, the joke is that the woman is being "hysteric/insane/axe-crazy" like the character I think they mentioned from Fairly Odd Parents but not really someone you should sympathise with like we are expected to with the Big Bang Theory guys. Plus, there is also a lot of attractiveness-based dehumanisation happening there. (In fact, ironically, Barney Stinson even directly says this in an episode, describing women on an acceptable hot to crazy ratio)

Plus, I also think it's important to consider that a lot of the bias against women is expressed in a misogynistic, patriarchal framework, not an egalitarian one. Obviously, our point of view (I hope) would be to look at the action that was committed and evaluate the moral implication of that action, regardless of gender. To say: "This Action is bad and you shouldn't treat anyone like that, no matter what gender you are or they are". But 2000s sitcoms do NOT operate based on that standard of morality (hell no, that's kind of the issue here).

(in fact, a lot of media still doesn't do this, that's why movies constantly have those scenes about women slapping their boyfriends which make me want to rip my own hair out. Which is a good example of why this isn't simply a dynamic of 'women are allowed stuff and men aren't': It's a complex interplay of various aspects of heteronormative culture and patriarchal tradition. Most of these movies are made by men. And these men certainly are not some dedicated feminists, otherwise they wouldn't portray (and treat) women like they do. Hollywood certainly doesn't historically or culturally come from a feminist perspective of "abuse is abuse, regardless of gender" and they are certainly not those evul, conniving misandrist manhaters that the right likes to imagine going: "I think physical abuse is okay when a woman does it, so I will portray her slapping around men" (in fact, the right rarely takes offence to these things UNLESS it is to silence conversations about misogyny in media)

The truth is: A lot of writers who write these tropes simply do not consider it abuse. We talked about why they excuse it in men like Barney Stinson (usually by focusing on the men's side of things and using the female characters as props) but that's not how it works for female characters. In fact, the men getting slapped around ARE characters whose interior workings the movie or show addresses. And we are not supposed to find either more or less sympathetic for this. If these writers came from the perspective "this action is bad, regardless of who does it", why would they make light of their lead characters suffering physical domestic abuse? Why would they still treat the woman like a viable love-interest (and her action as justified when they would never portray it vice-versa?) Even make it a punchline? - The reason is that they come from a place where a) women are by nature ineffective creatures for better or worse and b) that a manly Man-Man(TM) cannot be hurt by a woman through the same action through which he might hurt a woman. Because of Man Strong and Woman Weak. A male character who genuinely reacts to being slapped is portrayed as being whiny and weak.)

And I think if we look at the issue in that context, we realise there is in fact (back to the original point of my post) a lot of predatory (or perceived as predatory) behaviour that female characters are criticised for by the narrative that don't really play a role for a male character - BUT: It's usually not about getting The Sex.

The patriarchal, heteronormative narrative is that a) "men always want sex" and b) sex is a resource that women possess and must be "convinced" to give to men (and the more Manly Points you have, the more easily women will drop that sex-loot for you.) - that, on top of the 'women are ineffective' theme is why there are so few shows genuinely judging male and female characters the same just based on their actions. That is the reason why a lot of the time when a (conventionally attractive! of course!) female character commits what is basically sexual assault against a male character, that man is portrayed as happy about it in the end (especially when it's about scenes where he loses his "virginity") - it's because the patriarchal reading of this situation, fucked up as it is, is "she gave him a gift". (She is only treated as predatory if he finds out that he doesn't consider her attractive later) This is also the reason why a lot of men feel more attacked by something like the Barbie movie than all those classic sitcom tropes of men being slapped by their girlfriends - because for them, one of those upholds their worldview of Man = Strong / Woman = Weak and one challenges it. And the one that challenges that view is not the one where a woman slaps a man).

A lot of the time, when movies and shows conceived in this patriarchal framework actually want to portray women as predatory, they (unsurprisingly) also conceive predatory behaviour (in women) in the same patriarchal framework - or rather, their patriarchal framework informs them of what kind of behaviour is predatory in women - something that is usually informed by real-life misogynistic stereotypes and narratives - like the femme fatale, the succubus, the maneater, the vampire).

[frenzyarts]

No prob if this is too personal to answer, but what does being nb mean to you? And do you also id as a woman (so, a nonbinary woman)? Bc I know some afab nonbinary people describe some aspect of transition (I totally respect that you didn't have one, not implying that you're wrong). I'm just wondering what being non-binary means for you, bc that label in particular is (for obvious reasons) so flexible. I'm a cis gnc woman and have always understood myself that way for context.

It’s kind of hard sometimes for me to talk about my gender but I want to try 🤔 sometimes I feel like a woman and sometimes I feel like not a woman (but not a man either). I don’t call myself trans masc because I don’t really feel like I want to be super masculine. I want to be able to go back and forth between presenting as A Woman™️ and A Person Of Indeterminate Gender.

I’ve got the woman part down but I still haven’t mastered the androgynous part. And I don’t really want to “transition” to anything because I feel like that describes a state of starting as one thing and permanently transitioning to another thing. But I don’t want to permanently be anything. (Obviously transitions are different for everyone, this is just how I currently view my own stance on what a transition would be for me. Maybe in the future I’ll find a way to live that’s more comfortable and my stance will change idk🤷‍♀️)

I hope this makes sense 🤔🤔🤔 I feel like there’s still a lot I don’t know about who and what I want to be and look like because I’ve been in the mental health prison for years. I’m slowly exploring this stuff now 💃

[ay-chuu]

Hii congratulations on reaching 300 followers! I would love to participate in your event. Can i request one for BSD?

MBTI: INTJ

Zodiac sign (gonna add my moon and rising sign too bc why not 👀): Capricorn Sun, Aquarius Moon & Gemini Rising

Hobbies: reading, dancing, playing video games, listening to music, puzzles, finding interesting shows/movies to watch, daydreaming

Phobias: the ones i can think of is thalassophobia and fear of spiders

Likes: thunderstorms, surprises, gifts, music, having fun, helping others, history, delicious food, learning new things, making others laugh, traveling, excitement

Dislikes: nosy people, being told what to do, naggers, hot weather, being forced to be somewhere or with someone i don't like, feeling stuck, conflict, routine, limitations, close-minded people, lack of freedom

Ideal male type: definitely someone with a sense of humor. someone intelligent, creative and kind. someone that accepts me for who i truly am and i'd accept them just the way they are too.

Gender/pronouns: female & she/her

Aaaand lastly, for the topic i pick the most special moment!

I hope i followed all the rules and again congratulations! ❤️

Thank you so much love, have a perfect day! 🌼😼

I match you with... (っ＾▿＾)💨

SIGMA!

The biggest reason why I matched you is that you both want to live freely and happily together in your own little safe space, away from people. This bond that holds you together is like glue and always increases your respect for each other.

Sigma likes that you are both lively and introverted. You remind him that no matter how disgusting the world is, there can always be rare angels who are like a treasure. The biggest proofs of this are that you accept each other as you are and that you always hold on to each other no matter what happens. (In other words, the biggest proof is... you <3)

Sigma may not be a very funny person, but that doesn't mean you don't laugh all the time when you're with him. You know those people who has weird acts and reactions that are hilarious, even if they're not funny in personal? Sigma is one of them. Other than that, the things you don't like are mostly common. He also hates loud people, not feeling like he belongs somewhere and feeling used. That's why you are each other's comfort person <3

Although I cannot say anything in the horoscope sense, INTJ and INFJ are compatible and passionate couples in the intellectual and intuitive sense. They generally complement each other in all kinds of harmony, both in my business life and in love.

Some moments I dreamed of for you two;

A waltz dance in the forest before sunrise, baking cookies that look like your faces together, a kiss shared with a view on top of a mountain, and smothering him with words of love under the blanket while Sigma's tears cover your shoulder <3

A special moment:

Seeing Sigma's excitement , was a rare moment for you. The way he walked around you like a dog wagging his tail and brought the chocolate chips to you the moment you asked made you giggle involuntarily.

It made you very happy to have him walk around you while you were preparing the cookie dough together. Sigma was someone who could neither get too excited nor be too happy under the living conditions he lived in.

He was used as a machine. He's like an encyclopedia. An object that is valuable only when needed.

But when he was with you, Sigma felt like he was the most important alive thing in the world, the most important being... no, the most important human to ever live. He wasn't an object to you who was ostracized, used, or treated differently than he wanted to be. Next to you he was just Sigma and your lover. Maybe that's why even a simple act like making cookies was so peaceful, happy and exciting for him. He would be one with his favorite person and his favorite food. A peaceful night spent on the couch, with cookies and maybe... milk. What else could make him happier in this cruel world? (Maybe marrying and live a future with you.....)

"Okay, my love. The cookies should bake for 45 minutes. Meanwhile, I'll clean up the kitchen. Wait for me in the living room, okay?" You said as you wiped your hands on your apron and prepared the oven.

Sigma shook his head as no, he came behind you, hugged you and kissed your neck. Oh, how he loved it when you loved him even with your smallest actions. "I'll help you, dear."

The 45 minutes had passed quickly as the two of you cleaned up the kitchen and warmed milk for the cookies. Sigma was listening to your conversation as you went to the couch together, cuddled up and enjoyed your cookies. Just you, him and the cookies. And your sweet voice.

Humanity is a very new concept for Sigma. Being able to comprehend the existence of mind and soul, and being able to feel it despite being born from a book, are not only new for Sigma, they are concepts that he cannot understand. But the only thing he understands and is sure so far is that as long as your love is with him, he will always cease to be an object. He will always be a human being <3

[narrators-journal]

Ryomina as parents

My friend got me thinking about persona babs with their own babies. So! Naturally, Ryomina is my first to think of lol.

CW: Pregnancy, Ryoji changes genders, possible confusion, but I tried to minimize it.

During pregnancy

Since I have so many thoughts on how they'd go about this with Ryoji in my mind seeing gender as a suggestion and having the power to change on a whim, I'm seperating it into two seperate 'eras' in a sense. There is no mpreg, I only refer to Ryoji as male through out this bc I don't want to confuse readers/myself by calling him they or she.

I personally imagine Ryoji can shapeshift, which includes changing his gender.

*cough* turkey baster *cough*

This is relevant because he would easily and willingly take the mother role in a literal sense.

He vibes like someone who honestly wants to see him and Minato in their child, so while he would be open to adoption, he'd also be kind of hoping and stubborn on some form of a biological child.

Minato is, at the very least, open to the idea of having a kid, if not the one who first brings up the idea and starts the planning.

He's a lil deadpan and inexpressive, but he'd want at least one kid.

Minato would very much be an attentive support while Ryoji's gender is switched and he's going through the roughness of pregnancy.

He's not too worried though. Ryoji does enough worrying for the both of them.

The whole situation would be kind of dicey from the start.

Due to Ryoji's role in things and natural inclinations, he'd be insanely cautious about keeping himself and their unborn child safe.

Would he turn kind of needy? Yes, but Minato very much understands that a) pregnancy is not fun, and b) Ryoji has a very healthy fear for this situation.

He would have to coax/push Ryoji into any necessary shots or medicine through the pregnancy though.

Ryoji would nest. He'd gather fabrics, mostly soft ones like blankets, or pillows and make a nest.

He also wouldn't be quick to share the plan with anyone else. He'd wait until the baby is a month old minimum if he could, but Minato would naturally not let him, so they compromise on just not telling anyone of the pregnancy until the kid is born.

Minato would comply because while he doesn't feel attracted to Ryoji as a girl, and might grow annoyed with him through this process, he, once again, understands and doesn't want to stress his partner out.

He's willing to do what he can to make Ryoji comfortable through the months, and that includes holding off the news until he's ready to share it. Within reason.

As actual parents

Since I have pretty cut and dry, really simple views on them as general parents, I'm gonna go into pretty in-depth points of their parenting here. Just to bulk it out and make it more interesting to read.

Minato'd hover whenever someone else holds his baby.

He's also refuse to give over his baby when he's allowed to first hold them.

He may not express it, but he adores the little demi-god they made.

Ryoji's still a very nervous parent for the formative years, but he also tries to be happy, supportive, and doting.

He also returns to a male-presenting form after the birth. He does not wanna breast feed. Fuck that.

They'd both be nervous to see if their kid grows up to take after Ryoji in 'the family business' or not.

They're admittedly hoping for not. Or maybe a less ominous off-shoot.

Ryoji's choice to sleep or not would come in handy SO much, especially in the infancy years.

Minato would be a little cold at first, but he'd teach himself how to be more openly affectionate in his own little ways with the kid.

Ryoji would be anxious about his kid taking his job or dying prematurely, Minato'd be scared of his kid growing to resent him for his inexperience with being emotional.

Despite Ryoji's anxieties about getting shots or taking medicine during the pregnancy, trust me, both him and Minato are firmly on the side of vaccinations. Ryoji has seen what measles does to a kid, he is not up for letting that happen to his baby.

Ryoji'd very much be the embarrassingly supportive and loving parent of the two.

soccer mom/pta mom Ryoji

Which is cringy, but the kid would also probably feel the safest coming to him for any form of questions on sexuality or gender.

Minato, meanwhile, would be gone to if they got into trouble or hurt themselves.

Both parents would punch someone for their child.

Both of them have remarkable patience for their child.

You'd expect Minato to be kind of an ass, but no. He's a little blunt but he tries his best.

All around, RyoMina would be wholesome, goofy parents to their child and absolutely dote on them in their own ways.

[noblechaton]

hi so I kinda wanted to make this post earlier in the month but things have been really hectic and annoying so I didn't get to but I still wanna talk a lil bit before the month ends soooo

here's my ~*pride*~ post

so it's been a lil over a year now since I first like. realized I was trans y'know? I don't wanna say came out bc I sorta haven't - at least not to anyone in my day to day life. I'm not really worried about reactions - mostly - or anything but it's just like. I do not wanna deal with all it might entail even if it'd be positive, tho I guess I do view it as a coming out given I did it to a uh....a few thousand people (and porn bots)

anyway....

even just sort of realizing that the way I'd felt way back when, during the times I'd spent alone in kindergarten wondering and worrying that I'd been born in the wrong body (genuinely worded as I'd felt back then) and the moments where I'd stay looking in the mirror a lil too long convinced my face wasn't of the gender I'd been carrying myself as, that something didn't quite fit, all that, that it wasn't just some weird fear, that it was a valid thought, it's kinda done wonders for my mental health (even if other things ain't lol) and while I sometimes worry I'm somehow doing this wrong or badly or w/e, I've found myself more confident than I used to be, much more assured and happy

I like my reflection more, even with my imperfections and divots and dings. I'm kinda gentler about my body even if it doesn't look how I think it should, and in a weird way just accepting the way my brain's wired made me more accepting of my own body despite it not yet being what I wanna see, yanno? maybe not quite outgoing like I wanna be, but I don't feel as....nervous anymore, of my voice or appearance

I've also taken some steps in getting myself to uh....present in a manner I feel a lil more fitting? I've grown my nails out - which has the added benefits of stopping my bad biting habit and making some gunpla stuff easier! - and fashioned my face more like I'd want, I dress more openly in attire I feel is more fitting and comfortable too even if it's often like, beneath a jacket or w/e and talk in a way that feels truest to myself too

it's not a lot and I certainly wouldn't like, pass or anything, at least I don't think I would, but the little things have sorta helped all the same

and I do have some hopes for how things may go should my situation ever change and improve. I openly fantasize about going on hrt lol, while being able to wear more fitting clothing even just around my house is something of a dream for me. again my situation is thankfully way more accepting of things but there's just some stuff I don't wanna deal with if that makes sense - not to mention the cost, a big bump in the road for a poor gal like me lmao

so while maybe I doubt myself here and there and haven't been too outward with it just yet, and maybe it'll take me a while before I get to be - and longer still to start the processes of truly looking as I feel, I know I'll get there one day and in the meantime, I'm still happy I took the time to accept myself, to let myself be how I truly wanna be, even if it's kinda stifled right now and ultimately, either way

'm still pretty happy to be me

now I'm gonna go buy a gay witch shirt and catch up on ml