#and not exactly “conventionally attractive”

[kasha-formerlydrabbletastic]

Cute Suit

Steve Harrington x PlusSize!Reader x Eddie Munson

Summary: After Robin convinces the reader to buy a bikini, all of her insecurities come to roost as she's about to spend a day poolside with Steve and Eddie.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: MATURE 18+ MINORS DNI. Negative body image, insecurities, food mentions, embarrassment, group sex, P in V, oral (f rec), creampie, consumption of the creampie, face-sitting, casual mention of CBT.

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It's good to finally breathe, to feel the sunlight on your skin after days of being cooped up working in that godawful arcade or studying for this semester's final exams. Now that exams are over, and you have a whole weekend off from work, you sit on a lounge chair in Steve's backyard, waiting on him and Eddie to bring out drinks and snacks. The bikini you wear seems too tight, squeezing around your ribs and digging into the back of your neck; it's the first bikini you've ever owned, the brightly colored print of it catching your eye at the mall one day. Robin encouraged you to buy it, to expand your horizons after years of one-pieces covered by a t-shirt or basketball shorts and an unhealthy dose of shame in your own body.

"You deserve to wear cute things," she had insisted, knowing full well you'd been hiding the parts of you that society had deemed "unattractive" for years. "Don't let anyone else tell you different."

Bolstered by her confidence in you, you had plucked your size from the rack and paid for it with a smile.

In retrospect, given how you're feeling in the present, you could throttle Robin for daring to open her mouth about it, easy as it was for her to say with her conventionally good looks.

For a moment, you think about bolting, telling the boys that you're getting a headache or something. Your muscles tense, preparing to flee when you hear the door from the house open.

"That's all I'm saying," Steve says, a small cooler in one hand and sunscreen in the other. "Okay? You don't have to bite my head off about it."

"No one's biting your head off, princess," Eddie replies with a chuckle, carrying several bags of chips. "You can relax."

They head toward you, still bickering about god knows what as they settle the cooler and snacks on the lounge chair next to you, oblivious to your discomfort.

"Exactly," you say after clearing the anxiety from your throat. "Just relax, guys."

Eddie squats down onto the concrete next to you before plopping down on his backside. Steve simply stands there, contemplating the order with his lips pressed into a thin line before he closes his eyes and shakes his head.

"You're right," he concedes, running a hand through his hair. He grabs the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head before dropping it onto another chair.

The cut-up band t-shirt that Eddie wears goes missing too before he kicks off his boots and stands to take his jeans off.

Both of them stand before you, Steve in his swim trunks and Eddie in his boxers, looking the picture of conventionally attractive males. Steve has always been a babe, and even if Eddie was considered a "freak," without his clothes, his slightly slim, toned body could probably be featured on a magazine somewhere.

You pull your arms tighter around yourself, keeping your knee-length wrap closed over your folly of a choice in bathing suit.

"Come on," Eddie says to you.

"What?" you reply.

"We're going swimming," he laughs, offering his hand. "Come on. Take that thing off and come get wet with us."

You chuckle, feeling heat in your cheeks that has nothing to do with the sun.

"Robin told me you got a cute suit," Steve adds with a sly smile. "Let's see it."

"You guys go ahead without me. I'm just gonna sit here for a minute."

"I wanna see a cute suit," Eddie says, his eyes dropping immediately to your body, not quite helping the situation.

"I'm just gonna sit for a minute," you repeat, your smile fading. "Just leave it."

Eddie and Steve glance at each other before Eddie says, "What's going on, sweetheart?"

You squirm under their gazes, both concerned and furrowing their brows. Getting to your feet, too, you tighten your grip on your cover-up with one hand and tug the bikini top away from your neck with the other.

"It's... it's nothing," you reply.

"You don't get this worked up for nothing," Steve answers.

"It doesn't matter," you insist, still tugging at the bikini string before you grumble.

"Is that bothering you?" Eddie asks, coming closer, his hand grabbing yours gently and looking at your neck. "You might've gone too tight with this, sweets."

"How else was I gonna get it to stay up?" you murmur. "Not that it matters anyway. I shouldn't be wearing it in the first place."

Eddie glances at Steve, eyebrows ruffled in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Steve asks cautiously.

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you look between your friends, annoyed at yourself for folding under their utter concern.

"What I mean is that I'm too fat to wear this and was absolutely kidding myself when I bought it. I could kill Robin."

"Woah, woah, woah," Eddie says, just after the key word of the sentence. "Let's hit the brakes here. Who said you were fat? Cuz I'll kill 'em."

You chuckle for a second before shaking your head. "No, Eds. I said I'm fat. I should've just stuck to the usual t-shirt and shorts and had done with it. Now I'm embarrassing myself in front of you guys."

"No," Steve says. "None of that. None of that horseshit trash talk. You can't talk about yourself like that."

"Easy for you to say," you strike back. "Easy for you both to say. Look at you guys!"

Steve and Eddie look each other up and down, and before Steve gets to deliver his very serious tough-love speech, Eddie grins.

"Are you saying we're hot?" he asks, tilting his head up just a little. "Are friends allowed to call each other hot?"

Steve stares, confused before it clicks in his brain what Eddie is doing.

"I think she's calling us hot, Eddie," he says, running his fingers through his hair once more.

"Oh, good," Eddie replies, getting closer to you again. "Because guess fucking what?"

"What?" you say.

Eddie's grin maxes out just under his eyes as his fingers slide down to the opening of your cover up.

"You also happen to be very hot, babes."

Nothing Eddie could've said could have made you sputter into laughter quite like this. Nothing you could've done could ever make the smile slip away from his face so suddenly. The two look at you, both serious as death.

"Why are you laughing?" Steve asks.

"You guys are just saying that," you reply. "You don't have to do that, okay? You're just trying to make me feel better."

Eddie shakes his head as he gently grabs you by the shoulders. "Do you have any idea what I'd do to you if you let me?"

This question is, for all intents and purposes, the wall that the laughter crashes into; the utter seriousness in Eddie's newest expression cues the silence, not another word coming out of you for the absolute shock. You look at Steve, though, who's gotten closer, too.

Steve nods. "He's actually told me about some of those things. And you know what I said to him?"

You shake your head.

"I told him I'd do it, too."

"What?" you say in a confused whimper.

"He told me some of the things he'd do to you," Steve says slower, "and I said that I'd. Do. It. Too."

Eddie slowly releases your shoulders, and you stand there, utterly confounded by their admission. They step back a couple inches before Eddie's smile makes a comeback.

"Now that we've got that taken care of," he says, "let's go for a swim."

He doesn't say anything else before he turns away, strutting toward the pool.

"Wait!" you say, gathering yourself just before he jumps in. "What the hell. You guys think I'm hot? Since when?"

"How about this?" Steve says, meeting Eddie over the concrete deck. "You take off that thing so we can see your cute suit and we'll tell you how long we've had the hots for you."

For a second, your fingers tighten over the fabric once more before you take a deep breath. You don't know if you're simply softening to the idea of it or if you're desperate to know just how long it's been that you've joined the ranks of all the girls they've been with, but you finally tug the cover up down, letting it pool around your feet.

"Well, look what we have here," Eddie says, his eyes slowly taking you in from head to toe.

"Fuck," Steve sighs.

"Oh, god," you mutter, rolling your eyes. "It can't look that good."

"It looks very good," Eddie says, but he wags his pointer finger at you. "Although, there's one way I would improve the look over all."

"Oh yeah? And how's that?"

Eddie and Steve lock eyes for a moment before they step toward you once more. Eddie positions himself behind you and Steve steadies himself before you, his pretty brown eyes staring down his nose at you. Given their proximity and the subject matter at hand, your nerves goad your heart into a break neck pace.

"Do you trust us?" Eddie murmurs, leaning down so the ends of his hair sweep over your shoulder, his breath along your skin warmer than the air around you.

"Yes," you answer on a breath of your own.

You watch Steve's eyes as they apparently lock onto Eddie's, his head dipping in a subtle nod before you feel Eddie's fingers against the knot on your back. Before you can say anything, he tugs the knot free, the strings swaying over your back before he does the same to the knot on your neck. Your arms bolt up to keep the bikini over your chest for just a moment before Steve stops you.

"Don't be afraid, babe," he mutters, his fingers gently pulling yours out of their fists; you reluctantly release the fabric as Steve takes your hands into his. The top falls to the concrete below. "That's our girl."

Your mouth is dry with anxiety as Steve glances down, his tongue darting over his lips.

"So, is that, um.... is that it?" you say, your skin tingling in the sun.

"Nope," Eddie says so close to your ear you can feel his lips graze your skin. "We've got one more thing. Stevie?"

Steve grins, pulling your hands back until Eddie takes them from him. Now free, his drop to your ample hips, tugging the strings on either side until the bottoms fall loose, too.

"There we go," he says, tugging the bottoms from between your legs and dropping them.

"You're a fucking goddess," Eddie utters, his chest pressed against your back. "I don't give a fuck how much you weigh."

"Oh, god," you sigh as Steve's fingers trace the curve of your hips down onto your thighs. "So, um.... how long?"

"Years," Steve says, his fingers grazing so close to your heat.

"Fucking years," Eddie agrees. "God, I've been dying for this moment since junior high."

He presses his hips against you, his utter arousal poking into your backside.

"Not fair," you mutter as Eddie pulls your arms up and joins your hands behind his neck. Steve's hands brush up your tummy, along the underside of your breast.

"What's not fair?"

"Why am I the only one naked?"

"Because if we were gonna get naked too," Steve begins, gently teasing your nipple, "that would be just too much hotness in the world. I don't think they can handle that."

You chuckle. "Shithead."

Eddie laughs too as he places an open-mouthed kiss on your neck. You hum with satisfaction, the sensations reaching down your body to settle in your cunt.

"Seriously," you say, barely grasping at your brain's ability to think of anything past these unexpected sensations and moving your hand to the waistband of Steve's swim trunks. "If I'm gonna be naked, so are you guys."

Your eyes meet Steve's as he smirks, your fingertips dipping past his waistband.

"Go on, sweetheart," Eddie goads in your ear before nibbling your earlobe. "Reach down and see what Harrington's got in those shorts."

If the forest on his chest is any indication, it stands to reason that he's just as hairy everywhere; your fingers meet the evidence, gently combing through his pubic hair before you meet the base of his shaft. He's half-hard as your fingers slowly curl around his cock, and you gasp in surprise as they barely complete the circle around it.

"Fucking hell," you murmur, stroking it slowly.

"You got that right," Steve breathes, eyes dropping to where you touch him, watching you bring him to full mast.

Your other hand reaches back, catching on Eddie's boxers and discovering just how hard he is underneath; he groans in your ear as you pull so sweetly on his cock.

"So," you say, feeling as though you've gotten some semblance of control over the situation with the boys' most sensitive parts in the palms of your hands. "What was it you wanted to do to me?"

"I wanna wear your thighs like ear muffs," Eddie replies, the words almost tripping out of his mouth.

"I've been thinking a lot - fuck! - about bending you over and fucking you while I watch your ass jiggle," Steve admits. "Jesus Christ, I love your ass."

"Sit on my face."

"Ride me until I scream."

"Peg me."

"Just about anything."

"Wouldn't mind some light cock and ball torture."

You pause, hands freezing around both cocks as you and Steve turn to look at Eddie.

"What?" he says defensively. "Don't yuck my yum, dude. Steve said just about anything. Doesn't that cover some CBT?"

You giggle, letting Steve pull your hand from his tented swim trunks before he slides them off.

"Fine, let her squish your balls later," Steve replies. "Right now is all about her."

"Fair enough," Eddie says, and you can hear the grin in his voice.

Steve's hand comes to rest around the side of your neck, then gently pulls you closer; your peaked nipples brush against his chest hair, sending a tingle along your skin.

"Down on the lounge chair," he says, his lips brushing yours.

He's gentle as he guides you to your seat, kneeling beside you and pressing his lips to your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips...

"Relax, babes," Eddie says. "Just remember, let us know if anything gets too intense or you want to stop, okay?"

"Yeah," Steve murmurs, his hands cradling your head. "We'll do anything you want and stop anything you don't."

You sigh the moment you feel Eddie's lips press against your ankle, warm and soft and trailing up the inside of your leg. He's slow about it, taking his time like a tourist to enjoy the view of you.

Steve, on the other hand, places his lips along your jaw, kissing his way down your neck before nibbling at your collar bones.

It's almost too long before the two meet in the middle, and you are certain they've coordinated their attack as Eddie's hands press your legs open, his fingers gliding along your dewy lips. Steve's mouth suckles at one of your nipples as his fingers reach down to circle your clit.

"Oh, fuck," you sigh, pleasure tingling from your core outward.

Eddie presses a finger inside to start, adding another when he decides it's not enough.

"Look at this body," Steve says against your skin, kissing down your sternum. "Look how fucking gorgeous she is."

Their tandem efforts make you squirm in delight, your hips starting to press up against them.

"And to think you were just gonna hide all this from us," Eddie says, curling his fingers inside you. "Babes, you must be out of your mind if you think you're not an absolute fucking catch. Look at these curves."

"And so soft, baby," Steve continues. "What I wouldn't give to hold you against me. What I wouldn't give to fuck this goddess in front of me."

All their sweet words, the worship of their fingers builds inside you, fuels the utter blaze of hormones and ecstasy blossoming through your blood.

"I'm so close," you whimper, writhing under them.

"You wanna come, baby?" Steve says, scooping your head into his free hand and tilting it up toward his face. "Is that what you want?"

"Fuck, yes," you reply against his mouth, your fingers digging into the arms of the lounge chair beneath you.

"I wanna feel it, babe," Eddie says. "I want you to squeeze my fingers tight, you hear me?"

The mental wherewithal to reply has scattered in the breeze, lost to you as Steve and Eddie double their efforts; Eddie curls his fingers inside and brings the other up to press on your lower tummy, as Steve plays your clit to perfection, sliding his tongue into your mouth with a filthy kiss.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" you whine as your climax bursts from your core, your body going rigid as the boys work you through it.

"There we go," Eddie praises. "That's our girl."

"I need to fuck you," Steve says as soon as you start to come down. "Come here."

He pulls you off the lounge chair, and Eddie follows; Steve positions you on your knees on the concrete as Eddie sits close, facing you and grinning wide. His hand curls around his cock, stroking himself as he watches Steve bend you over. Steve runs his hands along your spine, rubbing the expanse of your ass before he grips it tight.

"Oh my god," you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as Steve presses into you; he goes slow, his girthy cock splitting your cunt in two, filling you up like nothing as before.

"Oh fuck," Steve breathes when he's fully seated. "God, baby, you feel so good."

"I bet it feels better if you're moving," Eddie offers, taking you by the chin to bring you in for a kiss.

Steve takes his advice, pulling out to push back in. You almost yelp when his cock kisses your cervix. It takes him a few pumps, but he gathers momentum, fucking into you like his life depends on it.

"Look at you," Eddie coos. "Getting fucked by Monster-Cock Harrington. I bet that pussy feels so good right now, doesn't it, baby?"

"Yes," you whimper, "oh, fuck yes."

"He can't stop staring at your ass, babes," he tells you, releasing his cock to play with your nipples. "Who can blame him? I'd use that luscious ass as a pillow if I could. So fucking soft."

"Fuck," Steve groans, picking up speed.

"Looks like he might come soon. All because of that gorgeous ass, that sexy pussy." Eddie grabs you by the chin again, forcing you to look at him. "You see how fucking beautiful you are? And to think, you didn't want to show us your bathing suit."

"Fuck, I'm gonna -" Steve huffs out. "Where?"

"Where do you want it, baby?" Eddie asks.

"Inside, Steve!" you cry out, close to your own orgasm as you reach a hand down to your clit. "Come inside me, please!"

"Fuck, that's hot," Eddie says. "You gonna come with him, baby? Come around Stevie's massive cock."

You burst with pleasure once again, your orgasm radiating through your body before Steve stutters to a groaning stop.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he whispers, pressing his pelvis against your ass.

"You stay just like that, babes," Eddie says, kissing you quickly before getting to his hands and knees. He crawls over the concrete as Steve pulls out of you.

Before you know it, Eddie's laying down underneath you, positioning your cunt over his face as Steve comes around to face you. The latter's face is red, covered in a sheen of sweat, and still beautiful. He smiles, sitting down before you just as Eddie's mouth makes contact.

"Ah!" you gasp as Eddie's tongue glides through the absolute mess that Steve left behind.

"Eddie's gonna clean you up nice and good," Steve promises before he settles your hands on his thighs and leans in for a kiss. "You're such a good girl for us, aren't you? So fucking pretty."

You moan into his mouth as Eddie laps up your arousal, feasting on your pussy.

"I don't want to hear you talking bad about yourself like that again, you hear me?"

You gaze into his eyes, big, brown, and beautifully sincere.

"I hear you," you answer softly.

"And if you ever forget," he continues with a grin, "well, we'll just have to remind you, won't we?"

Eddie focuses his efforts on your clit, sucking as he slips his fingers inside you. His free hand reaches around your thigh, pulling you closer to him, and you moan into the air between you and Steve. You feel the vibrations of Eddie's moan, too, reverberating through your core.

"There you go, babes," Steve says. "Let him make you feel good. You deserve it. You deserve it so much."

Another climax begins to build, and you begin to grind on Eddie's face, your fingers digging into Steve's thighs.

"One more, baby," Steve insists, and it's all you need before you're plummeting into ecstasy one more time.

You nearly collapse to the concrete, overwhelmed yet perfectly satisfied.

"I gotta finish Eddie," you say through your heavy breathing, but don't get very far when he comes into view with a bashful expression.

"To be honest," he says, wiping off his face, "I kinda blew my load a little while ago." He points to the cum trail along his stomach. "Like, just after I put my fingers inside you."

You and Steve hold eye contact for just a second before you giggle.

"Don't. Don't laugh at me. It's your fault, anyway."

"My fault?" you say over Steve's laughter. "How?"

"You're hot, like I said."

"Shut up," you say, blushing into your hands.

He pulls your hands away from your face, smiling at you like you put the sun in the sky.

"Never."

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I kinda ramble in response to this I’m super sorry, it made me have lots of thoughts /pos

My hope is that they aren’t cowards and give us a NB Yuu for at least one manga. I actually want the twist to be that Diasomnia’s Yuu is the NB one. I feel like they won’t do it, but I’d love if they would.

It’s incredibly weird to me that people are acting like Yuuka isn’t literally just a woman with short hair. I love all of the diverse designs for the Yuus. We’ve got a big, buff man for Heartslabyul, a sporty short-haired girl for Savanaclaw, a plus sized guy for Octavinelle (he’s my beloved), and a gyaru girl for Scarabia!

Each Yuu matches up with an element of that book. We’ve got Yuuken, who is strong and helpful. His appearance alone is the opposite of Riddle. Yuuka is a sporty girl, fitting to the Savanaclaw arc, which centers around sports. Plus, we know that in the Savana, women are respected, which is an interesting thing for Leona’s arc here. Then for Yuuta, he’s plus sized and works at his family’s restaurant, which goes against Azul. Azul is trying to hide his past self, but here’s Yuuta, living as he is. Azul has to face someone who looks like he used to. Then for Yuuna, well, she’s very similar to Kalim! A cheerful, ditzy girl who loves to have fun! And another Kalim for Jamil to face. Each Yuu’s design is important to the story they’re in.

Are these people going to have the same energy if we get a feminine man for Pomefiore? Or maybe even better, we’ll get a completely average, maybe even not conventionally attractive man, for Pomefiore. What will these people think then? It’s kinda wild to me people would have such a heteronormative attitude towards this series when there’s so much diversity within it. Twst doesn’t shy away from diversity at all. The characters (besides Epel and likely Vargas) are all pretty open with femininity. Yuu in the game doesn’t have a listed gender. Lilia is our bicon. And just pay attention to everyone else. Characters proudly wear feminine fashion and makeup.

So to look at Diasomnia and go "IT BETTER BE A GIRL YUU!" is so odd to me. Because MalleYuu can still VERY MUCH BE A THING if we have a masc/NB Yuu. People should also remember that even though there’s a lot of "Malleus forgets this isn’t otome" moments, the game is still ultimately not an otome and… I hate to shatter dreams here… but the game isn’t gonna end in romance.

Basically, my point is people looking at this game with such a hetero mindset is super strange to me. Because there’s a lot of queer elements in the game, even if it’s not outright stated. Yana is someone who likes to have lgbt+ characters in her works, so to look at the game in such a heteronormative light is weird to me lol.

And your point about the masc audience is so true. Often in fandoms like these that are made up majority of fem people, being a masc or NB person can almost feel alienating. Like we aren’t welcome in these kinds of fandoms sometimes. I’ve had this issue with fanfics, especially. Fanfics are saturated with stories catered to fem people, especially when the MCs are guys. It’s hard to find stories for masc/NB people in general, much less when the MCs are guys. And if we (I’m a transmasc agender person, they/it btw) ask, we get told to make our own or basically "too bad." I could write a whole essay on this alone (and I might one day!), but yeah-

Also, to say Yuuka is masc just to fit in the boy’s school ;;;;;;; what an odd thing to say. Yuuka is just a lesbian, guys /j. But no, she just happens to be a masc woman and I think she’s beautiful. She and Yuuna just have different styles and that’s literally it. And not to be rude, but all these people being like "finally a Yuu who accepts femininity!" are giving pick-me. Like they sound EXACTLY like the people who think transmascs and afab NB folks are only trans to reject femininity. But again, as a NB person, that’s the perspective I have. And to those people… lots of us are still pretty feminine! We aren’t rejecting femininity! I literally love "girly" shit. People just like different styles and that’s okay! Wait until they find out that Yuuna’s clearly gyaru inspired look is actually rooted in protest against the beauty standards from back in the day.

Twst is such a wonderful game, and this is why I adore it so, so much. It’s full of diverse, wonderful characters all with their own stories and to be so bent about that aspect is forever a strange thing to me. All of the Yuus are wonderful in their own ways. I love each of them. To compare them with negative intentions makes no sense.

Sorry for such a long ramble! I got "lost in the sauce" as they say.

And also, Twst, come on… give me an official NB Yuu (slides them a dollar and a ring pop). Kinda hope anime Yuu is genderless! But that’s a topic for another time haha.

Ahh these are the sort of topics I don’t know how to word well in English , so forgive me if I have roundabout explanations for things 😆 this is a bit of a vent, I apologize again for any mistaken words on anything 💦

But I guess I’m just a little disheartened by the EN fandom- particularly with the whole manga Yuu situation. I adore all the Yuu’s, I love all the Yuu OCs that this amazing and creative fandom has designed.

But I’m seeing an…over exaggeration? Or pedestal put onto the Scarabia Yuu, Yuuna Oujou, and the way some people have discussed the manga Yuu’s have made me a little uncomfortable.

I’ve seen some people be like “finally! A girl Yuu for the manga!” Or “finally! A Yuu who presents herself as a woman!” (This is way different than a celebration of a femme Yuu btw).

? Yuuka, the Savanaclaw Yuu, IS a woman. Some people have been claiming that she’s “hiding her gender” in the all-boy’s school, or “downplaying” her gender, and how they’re so happy that Yuuna is “unapologetically a woman.”

But Yuuka, even in her previous world, has ways presented as a bit more masc- a very bifauxnen, cool girl type of character who is resolute in her strength because of her judo experience. A translation of the manga I read even has her referring to herself as a “ordinary school girl.” It’s just her own personal style of presenting herself. She also exercises in a sports bra! The only troubles she has is the troubles ALL Yuu’s have: that they’re magicless and aren’t meant to be here at this school and this WORLD.

And frankly, it’s uncomfortable that I’ve seen so many people in the fandom act as if feminine style is the only valid way to present as a woman, the implications that Yuuka is not a woman from the way she chooses to dress or cut her hair.

I’m so so happy that people find joy in a very femme presenting Yuu- I love Yuuna just as much! But when the conversation begins turning into…implying femininity is the only way to be/present as a woman, that’s not…it just feels awful. Yuuka was our first girl Yuu, Yuuna is the second. They present differently, but neither of them ever once worry about having the “hide” their gender. Please celebrate Yuuna’s style if that’s what you mean, instead of the “true girl” Yuu.

And on another note, there is the very popular and so far very likely theory of a “boy-girl” pattern in the manga Yuu’s- especially since all the Yuu’s so far have been the opposite gender as the Disney villains of each dorm. Meaning, the theory is that a male Yuu is likely for Diasomnia.

And I’m seeing a very vocal crowd dismissing the idea of male Yuu in the Diasomnia arc, that they want a girl, they’d hate a male Yuu, “Malleus forgot it’s not an Otome so it has to be a girl Yuu!”, they want a girl to be with Malleus “because [we] want Malleyuu.”

And again. It just feels so…alienating. Malleus and Malleyuu personally isn’t for me, but I’ve spent many years hopping around Otome and romance games in the past, and male and NB fans of these genres are frequently told that they don’t belong in the fandom, that these games cater to women.

But most conversations bringing up the possibility of romance games bringing in he/him, they/them or even customizable pronouns for the player are often shut down in most community spaces. Games like TWST, with an ambiguous MC and individual interactions with a character of your choice (ie the home screen voicelines)- or even games like Obey Me or the Arcana, are a rarity have made me really happy and feel really comfortable in the fandoms. Even if the game’s audience is mostly women, the MC/Yuu has *always* had an open identity.

So…the concept that Malleyuu is only WANTED by a portion of the fandom ONLY it’s a girl Yuu just brings back those same feelings again. Of course you may have whatever Yuu you want in your own personal Malleyuu ship!! But one girl Yuu can never represent the whole fandom, one male Yuu can never represent the whole fandom. So it’s strange there’s this complete outcry at the idea of a boy, and in turn of non-het Malleyuu ships in the fandom.

The manga and the Yuu’s have never shown a romantic relationship towards any character- any fanservicey moments still remain from the game, no matter the Yuu it’s aimed towards. And not just from Housewardens- all the characters have their bits of fanservice! But it never goes farther than that in the main story especially.

With the reveal of Yuuna, the EN fandom has been celebrating the diversity and openmindness of the world of twst, and how customizable your Yuu’s truly are. Yuu is…you! Yuu can be whoever you want. But it all falls apart when a portion of the fandom see Yuuna as the only valid girl Yuu, when the mere idea of a male Yuu for Diasomnia or for Malleyuu is bashed and hated.

Or you know what- the idea of male or even NB Yuu is bashed entirely every single time there’s a damn announcement for the manga. A while back, the Scarabia manga announcements were mistranslated in English, and the gender ambiguous language for Yuu was accidental turned into he/him (which turned out to be Yuuna). And the level of vitriol I saw over the idea of a male Yuu was so fucking disheartening. And now it’s happening all over again with a future Diasomnia manga.

Is the manga and their Yuu’s really a celebration of diversity in the EN fandom? It doesn’t feel that way, at all. Perhaps I’m just being self centered about this, but I’ve found myself increasingly upset about how vocal these two issues have been, and I wish some people could be more mindful about it

Apologies for my incoherency in this vent 💦💦💦💦💦 this is NOT hate toward Malleyuu or Yuuna fans as a whole- or towards anyone in fact. This is just a vent and a slight critique just certain parts of the fan bas

[cinaminrolll]

okay, here me out… feyd-rautha 🥴

[elisedonut]

People picking some of the most stereotypically hot people as face claims for Percy when in reality he should look like uh

not like that

I know I'm a pretty Percy believer, but I just don't think it should be like a hot kind of pretty i think he should be divisive and a twig and should look Pretty in a way you could still argue some would not see the appeal

[aliciavance4228]

"Medusa x Perseus" Why don't you guys ship Bellerophon with Chimera? Or Heracles with the Hydra?

[laniardraws]

Trying to figure out how to draw his stupid face (affectionate) in my style. All except the top two are screenshot redraws

[strohller27]

Yes Hello to all my fellow Miss Lemon fans out there:

If you love her as much as I do, then 6.2 Hickory Dickory Dock is the episode for you

Now let us all just take a moment out of our busy day to bask in her glory:

That coat with those hats?? ICONIC she has such a flawless style

and this little scene where she's like 'this is just a quirk of Mr. Poirot's, don't worry about it' fellas help she's so cute

also HELP lads she took Poirot's comment about Inspector Japp's 'healthy appetite' way too literally!! LEMON SOLE! she's so funny aagh

Also she looks really damn good in burgundy wow

Also you know I hate the trope where guys tell ladies to take their glasses off and let their hair flow in the wind because they'd somehow be 'sexier' or whatever. That is just simply not true. Case in point: Look at how cute Miss Lemon is in her glasses!!

Just. Everyone just. Look at my favourite girl. Look at her!!! Her filing system is perfect! Her filing system could kick your ass!!!

[overly-hubristic-mad-scientist]

One thing about Dr. Daniel Cain is that he’s gonna be positively shit at his job

[borgialucrezia]

staring at all these david oakes gifs in the borgias and damn he's got such amazing bone structure as if sculpted by renaissance artists...someone dragged this man out of the 15th century to the modern day and you can't convince me otherwise!!

[voltrixz]

Auditor and phobos aroace spec. You agree with me.

[meneatyoghurt]

So since getting into sfth I've been watching a bit of other improv (having previously only like...seen Whose Line and watched a show from like a decade ago by the same production company that had a very brief run, called Fast and Loose) so I've seen a bit of Austentatious and got to know some of the performers in it a lot.

One of them is Graham Dickson, who I sort of feel like I've seen around somewhere before but I don't know where. Anyway. Just listening to a livestream and caught Tom saying "Sex and Improv: the Graham Dickson Story" and then going on to explain "he has sex with lots of students".* Sam and AJ loved it.

I love the insider improv gossip. The meta scene about Top Secret Comedy is really funny too. "There was asbestos in that basement." Little bitchy gossip boys. Fun when we get insight into how they operate as a group too and you can't quite tell how much of it is real and how much is made up. AJ going "we always argue!" really sticks in my head.

*Not that there's necessarily anything wrong with it if everyone is an adult but like he clearly has/had a bit of a reputation I wasn't aware of. Just thought that was funny.

(Also they have accused AJ of the same thing before and I'm never sure how much they're joking...)

[skunkes]

as ive been sculpting out talon's face more and being happy with the little details ive been fixing and adding, i think the silco obsession is also a? Focus? Honing in? Back and forth appreciation? <- unsure of exact feeling, on how its so qwesome when characters have unique features even if stylized its so human its so charming i love it i love it

[elizabethrobertajones]

I am sad that we don't have the massive old people scales like Temulun or the Oronir storyteller for our WoLs. Let me give the men the scale porn stachs! And massive scales for all Au Ra!

Au Ra getting more and more scaled as they get older until Grandma is just chilling halfway up a warm brick wall :D

[millionsknives]

finnick sketch. btw

[droodlebug]

i dont think you should focus super hard on getting defences in artifight but i cant help bur feel sad for janis knowing she will probably never be drawn for an attack because shes fat and hairy which sucks bc she is so cutee anyone attacking is missing out on her 😩

[genderdotcom]

i would draw japhet with cat ears but their hairstyle is the way it is specifically to accommodate for ears so if they didnt have ears there it would look weird but if they did have ears there they would have 2 sets of ears which is still weird