#and now im like. yeah. clocked. i know what the vibes are.

[kalashtars]

sorry to supernatural post on main but cannot believe benny and garth actors are in love. truly news of the year. i could jump for joy.

[luminouslywriting]

Bob headcannon Faking being a man in the easy company then getting discoverd ,and maybe make slightly romantic

Hi hon! This one was super fun :) im steadily working through the requests but I’ve got a huge pile of them haha! Feel free to keep sending me requests though! I love them! More under the cut, cut for length, some light spice and mentions of the female body included, some are platonic and some are not:

Dick Winters:

-Listen, this man clocks it straightaway. He’s practically the leader of Easy Company in Toccoa and he just KNOWS 😂

-That being said, he’s also not gonna confront you about it unless problems arise or you being a woman becomes prevalent. He will, however, keep a closer eye on you and watch your back more. -Becomes your friend genuinely in the hopes that you’ll trust him enough to ask for help when you need it. -The least likely to make a move on you the entire time….but also the one who hides the fact that he has feelings so that you won’t get discovered. -And when you finally actually tell him and he’s not surprised?? He’s just glad that you have someone to talk to and that he can be there for you during all of this. -Probably comes to find you after the war and tells you how he feels

Lewis Nixon:

-Also knows since Toccoa. He’s the intelligence officer and he’s out here side-eying you from day one 👀

-Which means he’s not hovering but he definitely pays attention when you’re mentioned and keeps an eye on whatever you’re up to

-Probably offers you a drink at least once and that’s when information is shared and he’s just like, “yeah?? Tell me something I don’t know lol.” -Also offers to share a foxhole with you and makes sure that you don’t freeze to death. Is actually very soft on you. -Confides in you about his marriage problems and you tell him all about your life back home and what was going on. -Honestly?? It’s giving friends to lovers vibes later down the road. You two would reconnect after some years and fall in love.

Ronald Speirs:

-Finds out on D-Day when you two end up near one another and is not even in the slightest surprised. Because of course you’re here and not back home and suddenly everything makes much more sense. -But because he’s not in Easy, he’s not about to say anything. He does do his best to talk with you when the opportunity presents itself. -Probably actually worries about you during Bastogne and is relieved to be transferred over to Easy so that he can better keep an eye on you/protect you. -You two have a sweet conversation at the church and he promises that he’ll do his best to protect you and keep you from harm. -Honestly, he’s more impressed than anything else and has mad respect for you and what you’re doing. -Won’t admit any feelings until the end of the war though.

Buck Compton:

-Finds out by accident…..in a foxhole….during Bastogne

-It’s a whole mess honestly. There you are just trying to get some things done and he walks in on you and is just 🤯 shooketh tbh

-Treats you like a lady when it’s just the two of you and asks if you’ll share the foxhole so that he can better protect your decency/honor haha. -You two become good friends and he’s real worried about you but then he ends up going to the field hospital after Bill and Joe get hit. -So you write him faithfully the entire rest of the war and you help him get through a lot of his trauma and figure out his feelings. -He has a soft spot for you forever.

Carwood Lipton:

-You know that scene where he gets injured and it’s a whole panic because he’s worried he’s lost a certain appendage? Now imagine that in reverse. -The minute he realizes that you are not, in fact, a man, he’s speechless, befuddled, panicked, and in slight shock

-GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!? This poor man has a whole internal panic about it because clearly you need to talk with him and figure some things out. -He really wants to tell Winters about the entire thing but you convince him that it won’t happen again and that you’ve got this

-Big brother Lipton activated; he’s out here being a total helicopter parent and concerned af about your life decisions

-From this point on, you basically have someone at your side 24/7 and who literally adores you in the most platonic way.

Joe Liebgott:

-He accidentally finds out when he sneaks into the showers in Toccoa and finds you there (cue the Spider-Man meme haha)

-Immediately panics and closes his eyes and is just freaking out because why the hell is there a girl here??? -Wants to tell people but is actually very good at keeping the secret. Probably becomes a Lowkey guard-dog in order to better watch your back. The last thing anyone needs is the wrong sorta person finding out that you’re not a man. -Besties who slay with humor….and who have each other’s backs. -Is always willing to share food and blankets and supplies with you. He’s very sweet on you. -Absolutely wants to be with you after the war is over.

Donald Malarkey:

-Again, total accident that he finds out?? He goes to collect laundry after D-Day and finds you with some stained red clothing that you’re trying to clean. It’s an oof moment. -At first, the girl math is not mathing and he’s confused. -But he has sisters and automatically becomes a safe place for you to go to and someone who you can rely on or talk to. -He’s a great foxhole partner and someone easy to talk to. He wants to hear about why you wanted to be a paratrooper and is a great help with helping you act like a guy. -Relies on you a ton during Bastogne and afterwards….appreciates your support and values your friendship. -And yes, he has a tiny crush on you haha.

Eugene Roe:

-Figured it out pretty quickly, a la menstrual cycle 👀 but also isn’t getting paid enough to confront you about it?? -So if you come to him and talk to him about the issues, then you two will be good friends. He drinks respect women juice in plenty so there’s no problems there. -The bestie vibes are immaculate and he simply adores you. You might be the person to get him to talk most. -He’s always the one who patches you up or helps you with what you need. And when you offer to share your foxhole with him, he’s a little bit of a blushing mess. -Has had a crush on you for most of the time he’s known you and does have a few small pet names in French. -You two probably start a secret relationship and are engaged before you even get back to the states. And yes, everyone is baffled haha.

Bill Guarnere:

-Super in love from day 1 he found out you were a girl? A girl who can handle herself and keep up with the men? Now that’s impressive. -Also found out by accident and it’s because he saw the blood in your sheets and was *le gasp*

-Is very good at keeping the secret and tries to push you to keep going and encourages you to accomplish the things that are hard. -He’s a great support system and an even better guard dog haha. -Is super respectful and doesn’t make a single move on you….so babe, you gotta kiss him first in that snowy foxhole. -Write to him after he gets injured….you may just come out of the war with a husband haha.

Joe Toye:

-Finds out accidentally when trying to help you with an injury and immediately just feels guilty for being mean to you lol

-Honestly? This man will never breathe a word of your secret. He’s a great alibi for feminine issues and will back you up with whatever lies you need haha. -Is very sweet on you but also treats you like one of the guys?? He’s a weird mix of trying to help you feel like yourself and your alter-ego

-Always offers to share or help you with whatever you need

-Probably shares a foxhole with you and tried to keep spirits up in any way he can. -Fully intends to marry you if the both of you make it through the war.

George Luz:

-Cannot keep the secret for the life of him….or do you thought?? -He finds out accidentally once you guys get to Hagenau and you sneak out to the showers way later than everyone else 👀

-He’s the pikachu meme truly….just shocked and doesn’t know how to treat you then?? He’s going to need a learning curve to figure out how this works. -Is honestly a ride or die bestie for you at this point and wants to hear ALL the tea about how and why you did it. -Falls in love with you super easily and asks if you’ll write him when you get home

-Surprises you once you’re home and asks you out on a date :)

[queenofallimagines]

Can you do Blue Lock Sae x female reader x Rin? The brothers are fighting for her love.

A/N: I SURE THE FUCK CAN!! The itoshi effect is hating them both and then post backstory explanation coming to like them both a lot😔

TAGLIST: @priv-rose

Sae & Rin itoshi:

- okay so boom

- Had another OC though of being like a counselor at blue lock bc none of them boys is right in the head😭

- You have previous connections to Sae bc you were a counselor for another team he was on and his manager liked you so he would schedule private sessions

- Ended up in you leaving bc he’s so frustrating but alas fate has other plans

- You show up to the U-20 match bc DUH

- Anri doesn’t have any money to hire a manager also so you’re taking over that role

- Sorry😔

- Anyway rin comes to respect you for dragging him by his eyelashes about his trauma

- “So are we gunna start with hating yourself and thinking you’re not good enough to prove a point to your shitty brother OR are we working on your material conditions that stem from that today?”

- “…..off yourself”

- Like he can’t say shit back bc you got em!

- Comes in often enough now that he doesn’t schedule sessions he just shows up to spill the tea

- (Isagi and bachira are the same. the spies on the inside that tell you how the others are doing)

- He comes in and flops down in the chair

- “I’m not looking forward to seeing him. Why the fuck did they call HIM to help the team? His ass should have stayed in Spain!”

- “Oh I hear ya, I’m not looking forward to even making eye contact with his ass either. I’m counting on yall to win.”

- “The game-“

- “I want yall to crush him. I have my own personal beef with him.”

- “…….im not asking how.”

- You’re being restrained from jumping over the divider during the game to go swing on Sae

- Like did you see that?? THE AUDACITY

- DID NOBODY ELSE IN THE WHOLE STADIUM HEAR THAT SHIT??

- Yeah I would have swing on his ass right when the final whistle blew

- Better than me for him to get that mess out his mouth about isagi

- Would have stood up and clocked his ass

- When they’re all jumping all over each other celebrating you can feel the bad vibes coming from rin

- It’s suffocating

- You run to the locker rooms to catch him and bump into sae(accompanied by shidou)

- “……”

- Glaring at his ass

- Give him the dirtiest look ever

- And then turn to Ryusei smiling like you saw a puppy

- “Hey Ryu! Wonderful performance you put on today. You definitely stole the show.”

- Like lmao just ignore him pls

- After saving rin from going off the deep end; bc baby I’m so sorry that an ugly ass bitch would say something like that to you

- Their two week vacation starts

- Rin is surprised to see you in not work clothes chilling like a regular person

- Ends up hanging out with you a lot bc you’re the only one who he can speak freely to

- Unfortunately his brother is also back in the country

- Running into Sae while hanging out with his brother was NOT on your vacation bingo card but here we are

- “You’re here?”

- “I could really say the same to you. You haven’t gotten citizenship to stay your ass over there yet?”

- Flashback✨ y’all had a casual thing back in the day because when he’s not closed off he can be pretty fun to be around

- Then he let a white man get in his feelings and refused to talk about them and lashed out on you

- So he just kinda got these feelings and nothing to do with them

- Didn’t think he’d ever see you again to be honest so now stuff that he buried ages ago is in his face

- Can’t tell you sorry. Doesn’t know how.

- Sees you smiling and doting on rin how you used to him and can’t help but get jealous

- Makes sure to approach you when rin isn’t around

- You go to the kitchen to get water boom he’s there too now

- “Jesus Christ do you ever announce yourself?”

- “You’re in MY house”

- “Is it your house if you only show up one a year?”

- Can’t help but start arguments when he just wants to talk regularly

- Rin already picking up what his brother is trying to lay down and he’s not having it

- He’s already developed a crush on you like you CANT leave

- Gets nervous bc if your past with sae that he might snatch you up too

- Not letting his brother take something else away from him

- So all of a sudden he’s a lot more touchy with you

- Trust me inside he’s screaming and throwing up bc he’s never done this before but he will try

- You can feel his stiff ass hand around your waist😭

- Poor baby

- The silent itoshi beef isn’t missed by you but you don’t know that they’re competing off the pitch too

- “You sure you don’t want to go do something? Like we watched horror movies in your room all day yesterday, I had errands to run-“

- “Well I wanted to start the final destination franchise so you gotta watch all 5 of them there’s a new one coming out”

- “Yeah in 2025! That’s like 3 years away!”

- “Shhhh, the movie starting🙄”

- Hoards you all to himself in his room because you’re surrounded by HIM and less chances for Sae to sneak up on you in public and steal you away or join your date outing together

- Thinks you look cute wrapped in his blankets and tries not to blush when you cling to him

- “I swear to god-“

- “My bad forgot there’s a jumpscare here I’ll warn you about the next one promise.”

- He won’t

- Sae rolling his eyes to the back of his head bc you just always in the house now and Rin hanging off you like a sad puppy

- Sae is more strategic where rin is impulsive

- So he’s the type to do shit from the past that he knew would make your heart flutter and run will be blunt and impulsive with his actions

- Sae will touch your lower back as he comes up behind you to grab a class from the cub board and hand it to you

- Sae will bring you home your favorite snack when he knows rin wont see him give it to you

- Rin will grab your hand in public and not let go to make sure you don’t get lost on a crowd

- Rin will clumsily press his lips to your forehead when you are most distracted

- Both are very annoying

- And after a good WEEK of getting mixed signals from both of them you’re ready to stay your ass at home for the rest of the vacation before it’s back to work

- Monday morning Rin invites you on a morning run

- Which you obviously say fuck NO to bc the sun ain’t even up

- But he shows up to your front door at the asscrack of dawn telling you to get dressed you have no say in the matter unfortunately

- The jog isn’t so bad and he has the decency to buy you breakfast afterwards so that’s nice

- Decent conversation surprisingly

- When he drops you off back at your home he kisses you before literally sprinting off

- He was working up the nerve to do that all morning

- Can’t even say thanks or whatever yet before he presses his body close to you and lifts your head to slot his lips against yours

- Puts all his feelings into that kiss before managing to get out “bye” before his throat completely closes up

- And then sprints off before you can even blink

- Clown

- Giggling and kicking his feet when he gets home

- Sae is packing for his trip back to Spain at the end of the week

- When he catches you leaving his house after another Rin spontaneous all day movie marathon

- Offers to drive you home because it’s dark and he remembers the address

- Didn’t really offer so much as grab his Keys complaining about how you know better than to be outside this late

- Sir 🫤🫤

- The ride is kinda tense until he forces a conversation

- Unsurprisingly e vividly remembers all the right buttons to press to see that smile he’s been dying to see

- Don’t even notice he took the long way back to your home

- Puts his new number in your phone and tells you to stop being stubborn and answer when he texts you

- He’s a gentleman before all else so he walks you right to your front door

- Man barely hears a word you said before pulling you closer by your neck pressing his lips to yours

- Remembers you like the back of his hand the way his lips fit so familiar with yours

- Ends up with your arms around his neck and your back pressed into the front door

- Clearly wanting to come inside he pulls away because he’s fond of the chase🙄😒

- Wishes you a good night before kissing your forehead and going back to his car

- both of them have laid their cards out on the table

- Just up to you to make a choice I’m afraid

[drivestraight]

really enjoyed your new fic ahhh!! do you think you'd ever share the other ending that you cut out? im so curious to see what the alternate happy ending was like lol

ask and ye shall receive 😎

i still think something like this happens. i just don’t particularly like how it’s a dramatic tone shift from the rest of the fic. it just felt disingenuous to me, like i was trying to force some happy end closure sort of vibe. I also just found it boring

there was supposed to be like. a short scene or two after this (but this is the “main” ending), but i never wrote it because, again, i didnt like the direction that would have me heading.

BUT ANYWAY it is cute so here :)

Oscar takes a long time to come to. Lando’s kissing the side of his throat, gentle about it, pressed up against his back, smoothing a hand down the sweaty curve of Oscar’s hip, his knot huge and swollen, blood-hot where it’s stretching against his rim, filling him full. Oscar feels it through his entire body, endorphins flooding him from head to toe; it feels, perhaps, better than his orgasm, he thinks, being knotted, and he thinks he gets it, a little bit, the whole deal about being an omega. It is, no matter how much he tries to pretend it isn’t, a part of him.

He takes the time to put himself back together, ground himself back into time.

As Lando noses at his scent gland, preening and purring and sated, Oscar decides to finally ask it. No better time than the present.

“Hey Lando.”

Lando grumbles, his stubble rough against Oscar’s nape. “Mmh?”

“You fancy me, right?”

Lando squawks, like it’s a dumb question, and maybe it is, in the end, but that wasn’t Oscar’s point.

“I mean, yeah,” he murmurs, sounding a little shy. “Was frickin’ obvious enough.”

Oscar hums. He tries to think of a good way to word it, but he can’t settle on anything gentle without missing the heart of it. He goes for it, straight-on. “Is it only ‘cause you found out I’m an omega?”

If it was, Oscar doesn’t think he would mind it, really, but he also wouldn’t know what to do with it. He’s just curious, really. He wants to understand.

Lando snorts, like he said something funny. “You must be frickin’ blind, mate.”

Oscar is thankful they’re on their sides, spooning as Lando’s knot deflates. This way, Lando can’t see the look on his face, the impossible heat on his cheeks when he asks, “Yeah?”

Lando is quiet for a long time, like he’s trying to find the right words, and Oscar thinks, realizes, that he is trying his hardest—maybe he has been, all this time. Eventually, he says, mouth moving against Oscar’s shoulder in a slow and easy drawl. “You being an omega doesn’t have much to do with it. I’ve liked you for a while now.

Oscar’s eyes widen. “You—”

“Yeah,” Lando says. “It’s been a long time.”

Heart thudding and thundering, Oscar swallows and asks, “Since when?”

“Since—” Lando starts, then stops. “Dunno. Sometime last year, I reckon. I don’t really think about it that much.”

Oscar breathes in deeply, and considers the last year and a half, tries to find a moment in time where maybe there were signals and signs, but he can’t find anything. He frowns, feeling like the rug’s been pulled under him, a little.

“You really didn’t notice?” Lando asks after a long beat of silence. Oscar shakes his head; it’s the truth, anyhow. Lando scoffs, but he doesn’t sound mad about it. “Figures. You were so busy with Mark.”

Oscar doesn’t really know what to say, so he doesn’t end up saying anything at all. He doesn’t think it’s particularly true, but it might be one of the things you can only clock from the outside looking in.

They fall back into silence, but Oscar can tell that something’s still bothering Lando, can smell it, can feel it. He doesn’t push, only waits for Lando to speak up. He reckons they’re both loose-mouthed and open-hearted enough tonight for that sort of honesty.

Lando’s voice is quiet when he confesses, like it’s something secret, something new, “I don’t like it.”

Oscar doesn’t bother asking what don’t you like? He doesn’t think there’s any point in asking questions he already knows the answer to, anymore. Something has to change. He thinks it’s time for something to change.

“Okay,” he says, simply.

“You can—” Lando goes on, stuttered and aborted. “Your heats, with me—”

“Okay—” Oscar repeats.

“But only if you want to—”

“Okay—”

“I didn’t mean, if it sounded like I—”

Oscar can’t help but feel a little fond. He scoffs, and decides to put an end to it. Twisting around, he grimaces at the knot jostling inside him—it’s starting to deflate, so the movement causes a bit of cum to drip down his arse, but it strangely feels kind of good, like a reminder of what they did.

“Lando,” he says, once he can see Lando’s face and Lando can see his.

“What?” Lando says, blushing, and he looks awe-struck, for a moment, and Oscar realizes it might be because it’s his first time looking at Oscar, face-to-face, while they’ve been knotted.

It’s an awkward angle, but Oscar manages to make do. He kisses Lando, short, sweet, and chaste, but hopefully enough to get his point across. When he pulls away, Lando chases his mouth, and it’s terribly cute, but with how sore he is, Oscar can’t hold the position too long, and he twists back around until he’s comfortable again.

“Reckon we should get some shut-eye,” Oscar says, starting to feel himself dozing off.

Lando makes a noise. “Our flight’s in, like, two hours.”

“I set an alarm,” Oscar says. His phone’s somewhere on the floor, he thinks, clattered out of his pocket sometime between when they were snogging at the door and started tearing each other’s clothes off on the bed.

Lando squeaks, shocked. “You planned this, didn’t you?” he observes, delighted and teasing. He pokes the heel of Oscar’s foot with his toe.

Oscar bristles, warm in his cheeks and warm all over. “I think things through.”

Lando laughs fondly, and he buries his face in Oscar’s neck, nosing at him gently again. “Yeah, alright,” he says, and starts to stroke Oscar’s hip again, and Oscar doesn’t even mind how his hand is cakey and sweaty all at once.

Seconds, or maybe minutes later, as Oscar is halfway into a dream, bathing in sunlight, on some beach, he hears Lando say, “Hey, Osc.”

“Mmh?” Oscar asks, eyes still closed.

“Sorry about the race.”

“ ‘S fine,” Oscar mutters, because it really is fine, now that all the dust has settled. Still, he can’t help but add, writhing a little around Lando’s knot, “You kinda made it up to me, anyway.”

And then Lando’s laughing against the back of his neck, the sound blanketing him with warmth, and it’s the last thing he registers before he’s pulled down under.

[recreationalfanfics]

Okay okay so a few years back when I was very much into the NATM fandom (almost embarrassingly so), I was obsessed with Al Capone.

Imagine Al Capone meeting the fish mafia and either loving their whole vibe (especially the lounge) or not trusting them one bit and just pulling Daley!Yuu (a.k.a his pseudo-child, much to Larry's annoyance) to the side like 'I'd be careful o' these fellas - they seem like trouble'

(Cut to Larry like - You and your gang tried to teach them tax evasion last week!)

No but he would meet Deuce and would it would be like instant respect because one gangster recognises another (even though Deuce is trying to reform)

Imagine if he and Vargas had shooting competitions

Valid, Jon Bernthal as Al Capone was too powerful, he is a beautiful man♡

- YEAH, NO, UNCLE AL SOMEHOW APPEARING IN RAMSHACKLE (maybe various NATM characters appear in your room, so like one day it's Rexy, the other its Teddy, and so on and so forth) and maybe Battle At the Smithsonian happened when you were pretty small and Al and his Crew had to hold you hostage but ended up adoring you instead.

- Essentially, Al and the boys are confused but SO HAPPY WHEN THEY SEE YOU AGAIN. You walk downstairs to Ramshackle and see them standing in your living room only to lighten up when they see you♡

- They attend the school as if they're your bodyguards, like Ace and Deuce getting scared when these random monochrome men grab them and demand who they are but once you tell them that they're your friends, they're letting them go and fixing up their uniforms.

- Right off the bat, Al prefers Deuce more than Ace. This is shown when he tells Ace: "See, if you were alive in my time, that obnoxious mouth of yours would be filled with lead." and then he moves onto Deuce and he's all: "But this kid here has a look to 'im. There might be a place for you-"/ "ALPHONSE, NO."/ "What's with the government name, kiddo? M'just saying!"

- While he does find some elements of Twisted Wonderland odd and different, he absolutely knows mafia when he sees it and he immediately clocks the Tweels. Like, he walks into class with you and he's all: "Oh, those two are definetly mafia or whatever they got here in Disneyville." and the Tweels instantly look at him which only seems to confirm what he said.

"Prefect~ Whose this? Another friend from your world?"

"Haha, hope he can swim, Shrimpy!~"

- Al isn't very intimidated by these two and once you explain who he is, or, well, who he represents, then the Tweels are much more calm. They're not gonna outright tell you they're mafia but you hate how well they get along with Al after you told him who he was.

- NOW, Al might play wingman here. If you've got your eyes set on someone, good! His boys will either intimidate or black mail them into asking you out or, if Al decides he doesn't want to scold them, he'll be nice and try to gently nudge them in your direction (aka, just tell them that you like them and to shoot their shot).

- If you DON'T have someone you like, he might push you in the direction of Deuce, Floyd, or Jade.

- Preferably Deuce. He's got a good heart and a fair amount of muscle to protect you and from what he's heard, and he seems to want to keep you safe. A nice kid whose got a good head on his shoulders.

- However the reason why he considers Jade/Floyd is only if YOU like one of them and make the mistake of telling him or he finds out. First of all, he teases you about it and is all: "Wanna follow in your old man's footsteps, eh?" and you roll your eyes and Larry doesn't know why but his dad sense is tingling.

- But seriously, he will most definetly support it since you're very capable of handling yourself, he's seen you grow up into the troublemaking teenager you are but he also knows you have a tendency to land yourself in danger so he'd feel at ease if someone like Jade or Floyd had your back.

- But also, watch him be all: "But just so you know, there might be mistresses in the picture. If they're decent guys, obviously they won't have any but just keep an eye out and keep that in mind-"

- Jade and Floyd just being offended when he puts that idea into your head and assuring you that none of that will be happening-

[catboybiologist]

I'm trans! Here's a way-too-long ramble on my internal thoughts on that!

My other posts on this:

https://www.tumblr.com/catboybiologist/725852054829023232/im-going-to-document-some-things-about-my?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/catboybiologist/725851397783011328/the-short-answer-is-no-but-im-gonna-have-a?source=share

So yay I’m trans! Which like, is neither unexpected nor abnormal for the community I’ve fostered here, so I’m guessing most of y’all’s reactions is just a “hey cool”. But, you see the online side of me, not the irl side, so there’s still a lot of thoughts to sort out on my end. So I’m dumping a lot of thoughts here to sort all that out. And hoooly shit, it got very long, and I still feel like I have more to say… but yeah. If you wanna hear some perspectives on my relation to gender, transness, and femboy culture, read on!

I guess the best way I can think to style this is as an interview with an imaginary third person, sooo…. Bold text is questions I can imagine people having LOL

So what’s my own personal relationship with the term femboy, catboy, and gendered terminology in general? Is the name of your accounts gonna change?

Short answer, no. I like the name CatboyBiologist. “Catboy” itself is a term that is completely untethered from gender at this point to me. Tbqh, the “cat” part feels more wrong than the boy part- as time goes on, I’ve generally ditched the cat ears for most of my outfits as I take them a bit more seriously. Maybe that’ll change when my transition actually starts, but for now, CatboyBiologist stays, and the femboy related language stays in all of my own past posts (keyword, past- more on that in a bit).

I’m not gonna be updating my approach to pronouns. Any pronouns do just fine, I’m sending a vibe into the world and pronouns are my feedback as to what other people interpret that vibe is. Default to they/them if you don’t know what to do with that.

I will be updating my pinned post to link all of these posts, but mostly copy/paste the information from before. That might take a moment cuz I’m lazy, tbh.

And let’s get something else out of the way.

I’m not socially transitioning yet, and probably won’t for a while.

Which, I think leads to a lot of follow up:

Well, why not?

I present fully male and masculine on a day to day basis, and look the part too. Part of it is just this looks insecurity. The mask stays on in my pictures for a reason. Beyond just facial hair (which grows aggressively on me and always shows some shadow), my face looks pretty masculine overall. It takes time to look the way I do in my posts. I wanna give my face and body some time to change so I can look more femme in more casual ways before I present it to the world.

Beyond that, I’m also just worried about being “accepted” as femme straight off the bat. Implicitly, I know this will be easier if I already have some small amounts of physical feminization down my belt.

There’s two main environments that worry me: family, and professionally. Family is a weird hot mess grey area that is too personal to talk about here, but the professional atmosphere is certainly going to be a bit… weird. I live in an accepting geographic region, and around people who are very outspokenly trans supportive…. But most of whom are cishet and simply don’t have a lot of experience seeing or working around trans people. I’m more afraid of being seen as “trans first, biologist second” as far as my career is concerned, than I am about outright transphobia. I know this will never fully go away, and given that I’m 6’2”, I’ll probably never “fully” pass- but I’d at least like people to implicitly read my as femme on a gut level before I start changing how I present that way. One thing my irl femboy experience has shown me is that, even if people can “clock” you intellectually, the way their gut instinct reads you affects whether they treat you as masc or femme. I hope that makes sense on some level. Of course its always going to be an awkward shift, but I hope some time on HRT will make it less awkward.

I’ve come out to one person that doesn’t know about this online persona, or the depths of my queerness. They straight up told me they were shocked. They were incredibly supportive, but they told me they didn’t see it coming at all. And they already knew that I “crossdressed occasionally”. So that’s kinda what I’m working with here.

Essentially, I’m not actually truly “transitioning” in a real sense yet. More than that, I feel like I’m getting the ball rolling. If there’s anything I learned in my research, it’s that HRT takes a while, much longer than anyone expects (suppressing my rant about how the media cherrypicks people in early transition for trans representation and the effect that has on public perception). Two years is often cited as the “end” point, but based on both scientific and anecdotal accounts, that is wildly untrue and variable. I also know that the first changes onset quickly (skin and mood, most notably), but that overall body shape changes sometimes take a VERY long time to start and progress. So to be quite honest, I barely feel like I’m transitioning yet, I’m just laying groundwork for the future.

So yeah. I’m gonna be boymoding for a bit. Possibly a year or more. Even for the people who know, I’ve still asked them to address me as he/him or they/them, and use my masculine name for now (haven’t even really decided on a femme name yet, although I have ideas [open to suggestions as well]).

Wait, so why address it online at all?

Put simply, honesty. I’m displaying a lot of selfies and experimentation with my look here, and I want to make it abundantly clear what I’m doing to have an effect on that. People have asked me if I’m on HRT in comments before, and like, I’m not gonna lie about that. Might as well also make a shitpost, a data gathering post, and a too-long ramble about it as well (which you’re reading now!).

There are a LOT of body image issues in femboy spaces (and trans spaces too!), often among very young people. While I have no issue with people on HRT continuing to call themselves a femboy (more on that in a bit), I do think transparency on that matter is helpful for those body image issues.

So to make it abundantly clear: all of my selfies and pictures that I’m labeling and tagging as “femboy” are pre-HRT. In the future, everything I tag with “trans” is post-HRT. I still got 1-2 weeks before actually starting, and I’m still going to use the femboy tag for any outfits I post during that time. The moment an estradiol pill hits my mouth, though, new pics will use trans tags.

Posts that relate to discussion of the interplay of the communities, and how I view myself within them, I’ll tag with both.

Which leads to another follow up question. This one isn’t about me specifically, but it’s my hot take about a certain brand of trans discourse I’ve seen around (mostly on reddit tbh):

Why would someone who knows they’re mtf trans willingly call themselves a femboy and/or request people to “misgender” them?

So this is actually gonna be striking a nerve with me, and I know I’m gonna kinda be strawmanning here by arguing against the ghost of reddit comments past. I’m not gonna try to dig any of them up in the internet archive, but they are sentiments I’ve seen multiple times.

I’ve seen this question almost word for word in the comments of trans subreddits multiple times. Imma be blunt, and it’s maybe gonna sound a little mean. If this thought is going through your head, you’re likely way more sensitive and particular about labels than most people. And that’s okay! Ask people to address you how you want, you deserve that respect! But the real answer to this question is that many people simply don’t mind being called whatever label is most useful or familiar to themselves in various contexts.

The moment that it becomes completely unacceptable is when someone does actually change their pronouns, name, presentation, etc, and people still address them as “male” or “femboy”. That is completely the fuck out of line, and if you don’t agree, fuck off.

Why does this strike a little bit of a nerve with me? Well, the “conclusion” I saw reached in these trans spaces multiple times when the subject was brought up was annoying as hell. That conclusion was that the only or primary reason that people labeled themselves a femboy, even while on HRT… was to sell their onlyfans. My fucking god, seriously? This is just conservative rhetoric. Luckily, on tumblr, it seems that people are a lot more accepting towards people using whatever language they like to describe themselves, which I’ve enjoyed a lot.

I’ve also had a lot of hate towards “fencesitting” directed at me on reddit, from trans people, for calling myself a femboy. I can’t remember it verbatim, but I very distinctly recall getting a DM that went something like “I fucking hate femboys, just transition already. You’re making us (transfemmes) look bad.” So yeah. Bit of a sore spot.

Yadda yadda yadda the personal journey shit

If I can be real for a moment…. In an ideal world, I would still want to be a part time femboy. Even moreso than the sheer utility of it all (eg, enjoy cis male privilege when I want, but still get treated more femme in certain contexts), it feels almost more profound to fuck with gender norms without sitting on one side of the gender line or another. But I can’t really ignore what I’ve described as my “mental resting state”- a baseline crackle of dysphoria that fills the space in my head when there’s nothing else to fill it. It’s easily distracted, but its always there, and I can’t imagine living my life that way anymore.

I’ve pretty much known I was trans since I was about 12, and had a realization that puberty was just starting to hit me, and I hated it. I suppressed it deeply, for many, many reasons that I don’t think I want to share here. But it made a lot of other mental health struggles in my life a lot worse, even if I didn’t consciously acknowledge that’s what was happening. By the time I was willing to consciously acknowledge it, I realized that my dysphoria wasn’t so bad as to dive in right away. But, I made moves to stabilize my life overall, which have been massively beneficial to me in other ways as well.

During the pandemic, I found myself living alone for the first time ever. So during the pandemic, in one last ditch effort to try to convince myself I wasn’t trans, I delved into femboy aesthetics to try and “just be a feminine man”.

That failed.

So yeah, here I am. I have a wonderful queer community both irl and online, a meagre but stable income, health insurance that has great coverage for trans care, and accepting people around me in my life. It’s long overdue. Maybe I’ll beat myself up for waiting so long and masculinizing so much as a result, but I don’t think I really could have done it any other way.

This all said, I don’t actually really consider myself a woman yet. I’m sure many of you are aware of two different ways transfemmes view themselves(and trans people in general, but using a transfemme perspective here):

-Some view themselves as having always been girls or women, but took some time to realize it and make their body more comfortable for themselves with that information.

-Others view themselves as boys or men who made efforts to become women later.

I fall strongly in the second line of thinking for myself. For my own personal experiences, even though I have felt dysphoria for a long time, I don’t really think I’m “actually” a woman yet. I don’t know what my identity as a woman looks like yet. But I deeply want to discover and create who that person is, and there’s no way to do that without transitioning.

B but… BASIC BIOLOGY!!!!!

How many biology degrees do you have? I got a BS and an MS, and I’m working on my PhD. I’m sure you’ve brought a similar level of expertise to this discussion.

But seriously, I could genuinely write an entire fucking essay about how studying biology has influenced my views on this subject, but honestly, that’s an entirely different topic. But tl;dr is that bioessentialism is brainrot, and if someone tries to use essentialist language to “justify” someone’s transness (or gender in general)… well, I think they’re wrong. Plain and simple. We don’t say someone isn’t “really able to see” if they put glasses in front of their eyes.

I’m stopping myself before I write more here, because this warrants another post or even a fucking video essay, to be quite honest. But yeah. Biology based.

Conclusion?

Uhhhh… in conclusion, I’m not particular about language or pronouns you use for me, I’m making posts about it anyways to ensure honesty associated with my selfies, if you’re transphobic jump of the tallest bridge you can find. I think that about covers it.

[paleio]

dude.... DUDE...... DUDE

OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY

FIRST WATCH HIGHLIGHTS/GENERAL EMOTIONS

> the attic looks IDENTICAL to how i imagined it in my head. i literally screamed and punched the arm of my chair

> every single thing percy says to the oracle. the halloween decoration line made me go hee hee.... that is my boy :)

> OH AND THE VOICE CRACK...... IM GONNA THROW UP HES SO PRECIOUS TO ME

> love love love the way they split the prophecy into 2 scenes. fucking cinema

> annabeth trying to hide her excitement when percy immediately picks her. the quiet pride in her eyes. this twelve year old girl really does think shes THE shit

> GROVER TALKING TO..... BLACKJACK???? I KNOW NOT EVERY SINGLE BLACK PEGASUS HAS TO BE BLACKJACK BUT LIKE. WHYD THEY MAKE THE HORSE SPECIFICALLY BLACK WHEN THERE ARE SO MANY COLORS A HORSE CAN BE. YA KNOW

> grover not believing percy actually chose him and then how much it affects him when he realizes its not a joke... oh boy... i will be making multiple posts exclusively about my beloved g man. aryan you CANT be doing this to me you are irreversibly altering my brain chemistry

> "that's bees" GROVER!!!!!! 💖💘💖💖💕💕💖💘💘💖💕

> different monsters being able to smell different aspects of a person FUCK THATS GENIUS. THATS GONNA BE RELEVANT FOR THE REST OF THE GODDAMN SERIES. i wonder if it will connect to the fatal flaws thing..... i wouldn't be surprised but i would be delighted

> consensus song 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and... like.... the way all of them interact with each other. the way you can see their entire personalities, the way they were raised, their weaknesses, just in the way they talk as a trio. im really emotional thinking about

> every second of annabeth in the gas station. you know what im talking about. yeah. fuck you and your evil mean fucked up foreshadowing mr richard riordan and jonathan e steinberg

> the babygirls!!!!!! (furies) (im so faceblind i cant figure out which is which

> the second she started talking to annabeth i fucking CLOCKED IT. i was like OHHHH.... this is a SHOW. these are EPISODES. they have contained ideas and conflicts. there are episodic arcs WITHIN the seasonal arcs WITHIN the series-long arcs. goddamn it now i have to personally kiss every writer and producer and director on the mouth

> im in love with the trio dynamic because it fucking sucks. there weren't many communication issues or interpersonal conflicts between any of them in the book. even percy and annabeth got along for the most part, despite the awkwardness and bickering. here, though, annabeth is bossy as FUCK. she's acting like this is her quest. percy is whiny and impatient and he deflects every time he's questioned. grover is an ineffective mediator and is clearly uncomfortable being around both of them at once. the vibe feels so beautifully off the whole time and it makes the eventual reconciliation SO much more impactful and compelling

> medusa hot. awooga and all that.

> i like that they all realized immediately who aunty em was. im sad they abandoned the pseudonym so quickly but it makes sense that they'd understand seeing as they all know a good amount of mythology. i think it would've been a scream-at-your-tv moment otherwise

> this is exhausting why am i doing this on my phone

> the plan they came up with is fantastic. i audibly gasped. once when the hat came out and once when i realized they were gonna kill alecto with the head. SMART AS FUCK even though it's not quite a perseus reference anymore

> grover crying over uncle ferdinand.... i can't decide if im sad they didn't make it a funny moment because it's so iconic in the book, or if im glad they played it straight because it gave us a SAD GROVER MOMENT AND ALSO FORESHADOWING. not that i like seeing grover sad... i just like seeing him. i like to look at his haunted eyes and go damn boy... you are one sad boy. good luck with your feelings of inadequacy and trauma repression <3

> writing this is draining my sanity. cmon almost done

> HE SAID THE LINE HE SAID THE LINE HE SAID THE LINE!!!!!!! i am impertinent. top 5 percy jackson quotes of all time. i feel sick just thinking about the other 4 in that list.... im not gonna survive

> cue drive from tlt musical as they leave aunty em's

> oh hey thats lin manuel miranda. im sure he wont be crucial to the overarching plot of the series

> i will be honest the vibe IS kinda perfect. he does look like an emotionally immature divorced dad who complains about his job all the time but constantly works overtime for no reason. its just that he also looks like lin manuel miranda

> love the song choice for the credits

> i will talk about the ep4 preview in a different post im too tired

FINAL (very sleepy) THOUGHTS:

best one yet by far. the more screen time our trio gets the better. grover is a dork and id die for him. its so cool that we get to see the story and characters from a slightly more omniscient perspective, even though i do miss percy's narration. i cant fucking believe this show is real and that they made it just for me

I AM IMPERTINENT!!!! AND IM ALSO GOING TO BED!!!!!!

[daegu-based-terrorist]

you gave us permission to spam so I need to rant a liittle bit tangentially related to north korea lmao. feel free to ignore ig

So anyways i've been watching s.korean movies from the 50s and 60s on the 고전영화 YT channel. Just cuz I love black and white movies and the vibe in general. One thing that pisses me off so bad tho is that people watch these actors and actresses IN THE 50S - directly after the war - and all they have to say is "ㅋㅋㅋ 평양말투 같애" or "복한말투야 뭐야" among other stuff that also includes making fun of their "fat" faces (... THE AUDACITY to say that to literal actresses??? and also what the hell happened to 눈은 반달 얼굴은 보름달???) and im like... duh, of course... im not even ethnically korean... and I have more sense

First off,, if you were around 25 or so years old in lets say 1958 (which is when 지옥화 released) means you were born in 1933 (Choi Eun Hee, the female lead in 지옥화 was born 1926, so checks out) which means you were born when Korea wasn't even Korea, it was Joseon, under the imperial Japanese rule, before the war, Sooo -

1) of course the accents from Seoul area are going to be slightly similar to the one in Kaeseong or even Pyeongyang since they're not THAT far apart plus Gyeonggi-do extended into the now-North AND the traditional Seoul accent/서울사투리 (the distinctive one from the 50s-90s not the one now) took from 경기도 사투리. Add that up PLUS it had only been one or barely two decades since the partition - that's not even a full generation - so why would North-South seperate movie accents develop already??? The first actors born after partition in 1945 could only debut after 1963 and properly "be the trend" in the late 60s and early 70s, until then it was LITERALLY the same generation.

2) WHAT A SHOCKER : a lot of those actors were born in the now-North or have family from there, and so many people wandered around the country in theatre troupes before settling in the now-South. like FRIKKIN LEE SOON JAE was born in  회령군 함경북도 (director Shin Sang Ok a.k.a. Choi Eun Hee's husband was also born in 함경북도). Song Hae (a.k.a. 전국노래자랑 할아버지) was born in 황해도. Like, I'm sure there's so many more that were literally born before the war and just ended up staying in the South. WHY WOULD THEIR ACCENTS SOUND LIKE THE STANDARD SEOUL ACCENT? its literally the only way that connected them to the place they were born in and how their parents raised them. And there's nothing wrong with that????

Expanding on this - you see the gigantic amount of celeb people who are (technically) 2nd generation North Koreans a.k.a. their parents were born in the North side and settled in the South, so the connections still exist. You can't just magically make them disappear smh.

3) This is just a theory I have tbh... Pyeongyang was a center for kisaengs and kisaeng schools which had a wide reputation in the Joseon era - so any female actress/singer etc that was born and raised in then-Joseon would develop a similar talking/singing style to Pyeongyang artists because that just was a standard to match up to. But it's just a theory lol.

Anyways it's so weird to see people mock actors from the freshly divided era of S.Korea for having accents that might just reflect either a) their birthplace/hometown/familial ties and/or b) the common movie accent of the time because the North and South hadn't culturally grown super apart yet

Yeah so tl;dr accent shaming is a no-no and it's weird af

End of rant lmao sorry if this doesn't fit on your blog, ik it's more about SK than NK but I've been thinking about this a lot and didn't know with whom to share this without me looking like a lunatic

No it’s okay you are my favourite ranter I still have a draft from your ask about North Korean food and restaurants that I need to finish writing.

Accent shaming is soooo bad in South Korea people here are like really good at it they can clock the neighbourhood in Seoul that you are from just by your accent they are playing 4D chess with accentism.

If you go under the comments of any video posted by a North Korean refugee you will see tones of comments either mocking their accent or praising them for speaking “proper Korean” if they have adopted a Seoul or otherwise South Korean accent.

I didn’t speak much from the ages 6-8 I had trauma induced selective mutism or something so I was only speaking (Korean) with my mother so despite living the majority of my life in the ROK I still have a pretty noticeable North Korean accent and I’ve seen people have like full body reactions to hearing me say totally normal things like “hello how are you?”

Anyway tdlr I totally agree with you and if there is any place where accentism is real and has genuine affect on your life it’s the Republic of mother fucking Korea

[justanotherfanwriter]

Prompt: day 2, love language @soulxmakaweek

Summary: Maka makes Soul take a personality test! Plotless. Pointless. We’re here for the vibes. (yeah im a few days behind lol sorry)

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“—oul?”

“Soul!”

Soul jumped straight out of a dead sleep with a gasp.

“Soul,” There was a whisper from his bedroom door, “Soul, are you awake?”

“Am I—oh my god,” He groaned before propping himself up on an elbow. “What?” He hissed to the figure across the room.

“Are you mad at me?”

“Mad at—” His eyebrows furrowed, and he squinted at his alarm clock, “—Maka, it’s fucking two in the morning.”

“Yeah, but, like, are you mad at me?” She continued to whisper.

“Blair wants to know too.”  

“The cat knows why I’m mad at her,” Soul huffed, ignoring the little bundle of fur that plopped up onto his bed, “but what are you talking about? Mad? I mean, you did wake me up, but...”

Unlike Blair, Maka remained at his door. After years of knowing each other, their respective rooms were still unofficially off-limits to the other without permission. It wasn’t an enforced rule but a habit. Soul couldn’t even say he would care if Maka wandered in without permission.

“It’s just, like,” She shuffled from foot to foot, the sparse hallway light haloing around her, “you didn’t take the personality quiz I sent you.”

The air went still around them, and as he stared at the dark figure standing at his door, Blair began to biscuit his stomach. Her claws snapped him out of his confusion, allowing an incredulous look to fall across his face that he very much hoped she could see.

“You woke me up in the dead of the night…for a personality quiz.”

Maybe she heard how crazy she was being because she scoffed in turn, pouting as she said, “You said you were going to take it! Remember? At lunch!”

“Oh, right!” He mocked, “When I was trying to, what was it again, eat, and you wouldn’t let me?”  

“You were being rude!”

“How!”

“You weren’t participating in the conversation!”

“I was eating!”

“It doesn’t matter anymore!” She snapped, “Just take the quiz!”

Soul was now fully awake and sitting up as much as he could without disturbing Blair, who he swore always slept best when they were arguing. Lucky cat.

“What.” He clapped between words, “Quiz. Maka.”

“The. One. I. Sent. You.” She clapped back like he was an equal, if not a greater idiot than she was.

“You don’t know how little that narrows it down! You—you—” He stuttered, too worked up to get the words out, “—send me a new fucking quiz every day. You literally make my personality homework!”

“Oh!” The haloed outline of Maka stood a little straighter, now offended, “Oh! I’m sorry I take a vested interest in the compatibility of our soul bond! I didn’t know you considered that homework.”

“Don’t give me that,” He waved her off, shaking his head, “How many fucking quizzes do you need me to take until you learn I’m just an asshole! In fact,” He let out an exasperated laugh, “you don’t even need a quiz for that! Cause guess what, Maka, I’ll just tell you—” He held his hands out wide, “—my name’s Soul Evans, and my personality is I’m an asshole! Can I please go back to bed now?”

She waited a beat, crossing her arms over her chest, before responding in her bitchiest “Ox-Ford-Just-Um-Actually’ed-Me-And-I’m-Making-That-Everyone’s-Problem” tone of voice, “Well, Soul, I respectfully disagree with that statement.”

“Just kill me,” He groaned, flopping back down into his pillows.

“Mrmph,” Blair chirped, peeking one eye open as he disturbed her.

He glared back, “Get over it.”

“Argh!” Maka stomped her foot, “Soul Evans! Get your phone and take this quiz right now!”

“No!”

“Everyone else did it! Even Black*Star!”

“Oh wooow,” He drawled out, “breaking out the peer pressure and using our, like, messiest friend to do it. Amazing.”

“We all know Kid’s the messiest.” She quipped back without missing a beat, and he could practically hear how she rolled her eyes.

Despite his best efforts, he let out an amused snort. Shortly after, silence fell around them again. He was tempted to sit up and look at her, but if he did that, he’d probably cave and take the quiz that he was now determined not to take on principle.  

Maka sighed, caving first, “Please, Soul. All the other meister-weapon pairs have taken it, and the girls were telling me how much it’s helped with their soul links.”

“Maka, just by the nature of the resonance, we already know we’re compatible. What’s a quiz going to tell us?”

“Yeah,” She sounded hesitant to agree, “but this could make us even more so. And everyone else is doing it, and they’re all bragging about it, and we’re the only ones who haven’t yet! They probably think that they’re all…more compatible than us! Like, you should have seen the way Kim looked at me.”

“Is it really a competition?” He deadpanned, thinking briefly of Jackie, who had given him a long-suffering look in class that day. He liked Jackie. They were pretty much on the same page regarding being a weapon, and it didn’t seem she was too keen on all the personality quizzes they all seemed to be taking lately. It always seemed the meisters were the ones crazy about the quiz stuff. They could make breathing into a competition.

(‘And Ox would lose because he had childhood asthma,’ the little Maka in his head lectured.)

“Soul,” The real Maka tsked, seemingly on queue, “of course, it is. I need them to all know we’re better than them 100% of the time all the time. It’s the one thing of the many things I like to hold over the other meisters’ heads. I know it’s wrong, and like, not fair, but—” She sucked in a breath, “—damn, it feels good.”

He glared at his bedroom ceiling, then sighed, “Fiiine.”

“Yes!” There was a cheer and some stumbling, and then, without permission, but whatever, another body was on his bed.

He squeezed his eyes shut in annoyance as Maka made herself comfortable.

“Blair, come here,” She cooed, picking Blair off his gut and laying her between them. The cat would have thrown a fit if anyone else had done so, but Blair simply curled into a ball between them and began to purr, happy with Maka’s absentminded petting and scratching.

“Okay, so I’ll just pull it up on my phone,” Maka explained.

He opened his eyes and turned his head towards her. The light of her phone lit up the space, and he could clearly see her features for the first time that night. If her eyes weren’t so bright and alert, she looked like she belonged in bed with her hair tied up in two small silk bonnets.

She looked up from the loading screen of her phone and smiled at him, and he had to avert his gaze. There was something almost too nice about this moment with their purring nuisance of a cat curled up between them.

“Don’t give me that look! It’s fun! It’s going to be fun. You’ll have fun,” She filled the silence, trying to convince him of something he’d never be convinced of.

“It’s a test. Only you like tests.”

“Shush,” She shushed him, but he ignored her.

“What kind of quiz is this anyway?”

She fixed him with a look, “Were you seriously not listening to me and Liz?”

“Obviously not,” He shrugged, yawning.

She rolled her eyes, snuggling deeper into his bed, “It’s the love language attachment style quiz, which helps determine the communication style you respond best to in a relationship and compares that to how comfortable you are in those relationships.”

Heat flared up his neck, but he kept his voice still and under control, “Like romantically, or what?”

“It’s used for platonic and familial relationships, too,” She explained.

He felt himself marginally relax, “Oh, okay.”

“Mmhm and it’s totally obvious your attachment style is going to be anxious-avoidant, but that’s fine because I’m pretty secure. And I’m pretty sure our love languages are compatible. Me and Liz figured your physical touch, but I think it’s going to be more quality time, physical touch, acts of service, gift giving, annnd then words of affirmation.” She gave him a look, “You don’t do well with affirmations,” A smile was back on her face in an instant, “but that’s fine because my top three are you’re top three, just in a different order!”

He stared at her briefly before asking, “Why the hell do I have to take a test if you know all of this already.”

“I’m not even going to bother responding to that,” She glared before responding anyway, “It’s not like I can say these things without proof. No one will believe me. Would it kill you to humor me?”   

“I could just lie to be people for you. It’d be faster.”

“No.”

“I’m so tired, Maka.”

She tried handing over the phone, “This will be quick, I promise, now, here.”

“I don’t want to read them. Read them out loud for me,” He demanded, shoving the phone back to her.

“Okay, okay.” She grabbed the phone, paused, put the phone down, scooped up Blair, laying the sleepy cat on her stomach before scooting close enough to him that their sides were pressed together, “Question 1—”

“—wait, how many questions is this?” He asked around another yawn, enjoying how warm she was nestled next to him, again, a little too much.

“That doesn’t matter.”

“Maka, how many?”

“Like sixty.”

“Sixty!?”

“Yeah, like sixty-five, anyway—”

“—wait, you just said sixty—”

“—Anyway! Question 1!”

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Extra:

“Okay, so which one of these options do you like the best?”

“Uh, the third one?”

“Hmm,” Maka shook her head, “no, you’re wrong. You like the fourth one.”

“If I liked the fourth one,” He seethed, ten questions in and already over it, “I would have picked the fourth one.”

“No, you like the fourth one,” Maka ignored him. “I’m just going to click the fourth one.”

“I’m going to bed now,” He deadpanned, rolling over.

“Okay, okay,” She waved him off, “and for question 11, no, I’m not even going to read this, you’re the second choice, I already know.”

“I’m not listening to you anymore.”

“Ha! Oh, you’re definitely a ‘strongly agree’ for question 12.”

“Oh my god, goodnight, Maka.”

“Okay, question 15, listen to this, do you—wait, Soul? Soul! Wake up!”

[lunaavity]

ATTENTION - 39 it's not your fault, taehyun.

wc: 1.7k idk abt this one ahahahahaha kms

cw: mentions of sa, knives hoho, sneaking? blood !!

"are you sure you want to do this?"

"now or never yn."

"if i die, will you tell beomgyu what i wrote in my notes app that night?"

"yea probably"

"bitch"

"if i die will you tell ode i used to have a crush on him?"

"yeah? of course."

"you're evil."

the banter between you and sana helps you calm down a bit. in front of you was a familiar sight. wooden doors leading towards the council room was the only border between you and a potential murderer. taehyun notified in the group chat that he would be staying behind to work on stuff he had overlooked earlier. immediately, you and sana crafted a plan to confront taehyun. now or never right?

with sana behind you, you knocked on the wooden door and entered. there he was, sitting at his table writing and signing documents. when he heard the knock, he looked up. seeing the two of you, taehyun tensed. no one in the group chat talked about dropping by, what were you two doing here?

"taehyun. we need to talk." you said and immediately crossed your hands in front of your chest. seeing you in a defensive position, taehyun stood up.

"sure. what's going on?" taehyun mirrored your strict expression while standing right in front of you. his hands were in his pockets, giving off a calm vibe, but his eyes told a different story. he knew you were onto him.

"im sure you're familiar with the murder case we have been covering up." gaze hard, you begin questioning him. being the president of the student council had its perks, one of them being knowing how to gain the upper hand with just a few words.

the tension between you and taehyun were rising fast, and sana was the only witness.

"yes, i am." taehyun replied passively.

"are you the murderer, taehyun?"

one second. two seconds. silence enveloped the council room like a heavy blanket. everyone was on high alert of the other. everyone was wary of each other. taehyun seemed to be frozen in place. he was looking down towards the ground. the hands in his pockets seemed to be balled up. was he mad? angry at you for accusing him for being a murderer? you can't quite decipher the look on his face.

time seemed to stop, yet the ticking of the clock betrays your thoughts. only the inhale and exhale of oxygen was heard throughout the room. taehyun hasn't replied, and still hasn't looked at you. you and sana held your breath in anticipation for his answers.

"taehyun. answer me."

tick, tock. tick, tock. once again, only the ticking of the clock filled the silence. was he planning to just avoid your questions? you spared a glance at sana, not sure what to do. what was happening?

the second you had turned to sana, taehyun took advantage of your carelessness.

it all happened in a whirl. one second you were standing with your arms crossed, the next, you were pushed against the table with taehyun pinning you to it.

he had grabbed you by the waist and turned you around. switching positions and pushing you onto his desk. the impact from your hips and back hitting the table was shown with your groans, but taehyun paid no mind to it.

your face was scrunched in pain, and your hands were holding onto taehyun's shoulders for balance. with the sudden change in positions, sana ran towards you in hurry, but taehyun was faster.

steel glinting in the light, he moved the hidden knife from his pocket to your neck, making your breath hitch and sana stop in her tracks.

taehyun and you stood still, breath mingling and heart beats pounding against each other. the two of you were so close together. your body splayed on his table, and his upper body on top of yours, pinning you down with a knife to your throat. your hips ached from the position, but you didn't move. you wouldn't want to risk it.

dark, black eyes bore into yours with determination and a glint of playfulness. hair messed up and a grin sporting his face, taehyun's gaze on you made you shiver in your spot. fear was cripping up on you, but you tried to not show it.

"w-wait taehyun hold on—" sana tried but taehyun turned to look at her.

"leave."

"what?"

"leave. now."

sana started to panic. you were being held under a murderer at knifepoint, nowhere to run nor hide. now she was being asked to leave? if she left you with taehyun, there's no doubt you'd be killed. but if she didn't leave, taehyun might hurt you to get his point across.

sana looked at you, seeing your calculative gaze and half smile, she decided to leave fate in your hands.

you urge her to leave with a hurried look towards the door then one back to her. sana understands your message and she begins moving to the door.

taehyun turns back to you. smirk no longer apparent on his face. he looked into you with hard eyes. you can't decipher his emotions.

"how did you find out it was me?"

there it was. the truth was laid in front of you now. taehyun killed the ex president. taehyun was a murderer. your hands by his shoulders digged a bit deeper into his leather jacket, trying to keep calm with the new revelation.

"the clue's connected. you were teaming up with the account to frame one of us, right?"

with the mention of the account, taehyun frowns, but its quickly replaced by a calm facade. if you hadn't spent half of the days at school side by side with him, you might have missed it. but you were attentive.

a small chuckle emitted from taehyun. "well, yes. and no. but you don't need to figure that out."

taehyun starts to play with the knife on his hands. acting like one flick couldn't make you slowly bleed out to death. he traces patterns on your neck, lines upon lines, drawn on your skin, leaving nothing but anticipation and fear clouding your mind.

from your neck, taehyun moves the tip of the knife to your cheek, and begins to draw shapes. stars, triangles, circles. the closer he gets to your eyes, the more you hold your breath. it feels like an eternity before he begins to speak again.

"i've never liked our old president. he was arrogant. self centred. obnoxious. entitled. power hungry. and useless. i hated his guts. he would belittle me for everything. calling me weak and stupid for copying the wrong paper, when he was the one who sent me the wrong document."

"he loved to watch other people fail, and laugh at them. he was running his own circus show and i was the sad, pitiful clown. tripping all over the beam when he was the one who slathered it with oil."

taehyun continued to draw patterns and random shapes on your skin and he talked. pushing the tip of the blade in slightly into your skin in anger when he mentioned the ex president, or the cruel actions he had done to taehyun.

you had to think of a way to escape taehyun while he had his monologue session. if you don't retaliate fast, he might become a serial killer with his type being presidents of hybe high. as you wanted to cut in and make a deal, he continues talking.

"it wasn't my intention to kill him, i swear! i just wanted to talk to him about how unfair he was treating me. and he— he said i was unreasonable. saying that i should put my stupid mouth to another use."

eyes wide, your mouth gaped at the implications taehyun had said. you knew the long gone president was a horrible man, you experienced it first hand even. but not to this extent. nowhere near what taehyun had experienced.

when you had first entered student council, the same year taehyun entered, you noticed how much rougher the president treated him then he treated you. taehyun was always the one who had to lock the doors 10 minutes after the meeting ended, he was always the one who had to memorise difficult orders of coffee for the seniors. you've thought countless of times to help taehyun, voice out your opinion and defend him when needed, but your seniors always adviced against it.

"let him mess with his new toy." they would always say. you never understood why they referred to him as "his new toy" then, but now, things are clearer.

"taehy—"

"was i being unreasonable? was it wrong for me to want to be treated like a human? i just wanted to be a part of the team—"

taehyun was spiraling, fast. his hold on the knife loosened, if you wanted to, you could take it out of his hold. his breaths were shorter, and

"taehyun, it's not your fault."

his eyes focused on you. his hands were shaky and trembling. you went to put your hand over his, but he moved faster. a hiss came out of you and taehyun's hands moved. he nicked you. a small cut was formed on your left cheek. blood was starting to pour out, and the cut was stinging.

"i—im sorry i didnt mean to—" taehyun immediately got off you, and dropped the knife. you took the chance.

you did what taehyun did to you earlier, but with nicer intentions. you pulled him in. your hug engulfed him whole, hands wrapped around his small waist as you held on tightly. one of your hands moved to his hair, and you patted him.

"it's not your fault taehyun. none of it was."

his head lowered onto your shoulder. his hands wrapped your body in a similar manner as yours. sobs begin to rack his body. shaking and whimpering. you held him just as you're doing now. patting his head and rubbing his back from time to time.

"you're safe with me tae. no one can hurt you now."

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[ifidiedinadream]

Im the one who sent the ask about giving Olli a hand job. Feel free to turn it into a request if you want.

of course i want to turn it into a request 😂😂 this was the ask btw:

This mornings fantasy involved my getting my nails done, sending the photo to Olli and getting a reply from him that said "Those would look great with your hand wrapped around my cock." I then go home to him and give him a hand job and when i'm done he licks his cum from my hand and fingers. 😳

and this is what i came up with, hope you like it!! 🩷

also on ao3

Beautiful.

The new nails make you feel like a dark, mystical goddess. They’re long, almond shaped and pitch black, giving your hands an elegant, ethereal vibe to them. You can’t stop admiring them, first curling your fingers towards the palm, then turning your wrist and stretching out your arm right in front of you so you can see the effect from afar.

As soon as you’re out of the nail salon, you snap a picture of them and send it to your boyfriend.

(He’s the first person who should know when you’re feeling especially pretty.)

new nails <3 like them?

You put the phone away, not expecting him to text you back instantly. He’s working from home today after all, recording bass lines he’ll send to Aleksi later, and you’re meeting up with a friend to continue your self care afternoon while Olli is busy with work.

You meet your friend at a coffee shop and have fun together, catching up with the happenings in each other’s lives. You forget about your phone for a few hours, until your friend starts checking the time every so often. It must be time for her to leave, so you grab your phone to see what time it is as well, but a WhatsApp notification catches your attention, making you forget to even look at the clock.

Those would look great with your hand wrapped around my cock.

Your stomach twists in pleasure and you lock your phone immediately, hoping your friend hasn’t noticed anything weird. Soon your hopes get crushed, however, when you see the arch of her brow.

“Are you okay?”

You avoid her gaze, brain already full of images of Olli’s cock, his naked chest, his bedroom eyes. You can already hear the low sounds he would make while you pleasure him in your mind.

“Yeah, everything’s alright, just… Olli texted me, he wants me to… he needs something, so I better go now.”

You pretend not to see the knowing smile on your friend’s face. Thankfully she has somewhere else to be as well, as you suspected, so you don’t have to wait too long to go home.   

***

“Babe, I’m home,” you announce upon opening the front door, half expecting Olli to be secluded in his home studio despite the late hour. However, there are no low frequencies coming from downstairs and his laptop is charging on the coffee table in the living room.

You leave your shoes and outerwear by the door and venture into the house. You find Olli in the bedroom, propped up on his elbows on the bed, looking at you like he’s been waiting.

“Had fun today, honey?”  

You walk over to sit beside him, giving him a greeting kiss on the lips before telling him that yes, you did have a good day indeed. You ask him how the recording session went but he has already taken your hand in his, distracted by your fingers; he’s playing with them, bringing your hand closer to his face to inspect your new nails.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” you ask playfully, because yes, Olli is always supportive when you buy new clothes or get your hair done, telling you how beautiful you are to him, but the sudden interest in your nails can only mean he’s still thinking about the text from earlier.

“What, can’t I just find my girl’s hands beautiful with no ulterior motives?”

With the hand he’s not holding, you go to slowly touch between his legs, not at all surprised to find him semi hard already.

“So it’s not this you want?”

You touch him teasingly and Olli watches his cock get harder by the second in silence, his lips parted. He still says nothing when you take him out, only to hold him and admire how pretty your hand is.

“Like what you see?” you ask in his ear, before diving in to kiss the side of his face and neck. His breathing isn’t as calm as before.

“Can I take a few pictures? For tour?”

You giggle, you couldn’t have asked for a better affirmative answer. You tilt his face and kiss his mouth, letting the lust unravel for good.

“Of course you can.”

Olli reaches his hand to grab his phone, and in the meantime you retreat your hand to spit into it. You wrap your hand around his cock again and keep it still, waiting for him to snap his pictures.

“Now a video.”

You start stroking him slowly, up and down, unable to stop staring at it: his dick is hard and dark with desire, whereas your hand around it looks so luxurious and sophisticated with your new nails, almost cold in contrast to his throbbing, needy cock. In the meantime, Olli is taking a video of it, and only when he’s satisfied and stops the recording do you pick up your pace, capturing his lips in your own in a searing kiss.

Olli hums in your mouth, his tongue everywhere and his hands on your head to keep it in place, all the while you’re still stroking, moving your hand like you know drives him insane, twisting your wrist just how he likes it. You don’t have to wet your palm again, because he starts leaking pretty soon, so you go gather those pretty drops on the top and smear them all over his cock to make the movements smoother.

If Olli breaks the kiss, it’s only to take a moment to breathe; he kisses you more, but then, when the pleasure becomes too much, he starts biting at your bottom lip, with increasing force. You switch hands, determined not to slow down now, and Olli bites into your lip especially hard when he finally comes, letting out a whine. You stroke him through it, feeling the hot cum coat your hand and fingers, loving how you can feel Olli tremble under your touch.

You let him go when his body relaxes. He puts his hands behind him for support, leaning back just a bit as his chest rises and falls, his curls all over his forehead. You’re throbbing, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you, but in all honesty, watching him so blissed out (and it having been your doing) is a lovely activity just the same.

When he’s caught his breath, he grabs your hand, and at first you think it’s to kiss the inside of your wrist, as he often does after sex as some sort of thank you; but then he’s kissing the backside of your hand and licking and sucking at your fingers still covered in cum, and you can’t help but snort.

“Dirty, dirty boy.”

It’s the only thing you get to say before he pushes you down to lie on the bed and kisses you.

[minecraft-bee-go-buzzzz]

why consume and/or actually make content when you can just make sillly aus in your head mmmm?

(this gets REALLY long-)

anyway life series au idea with the winners not dying!

Not that they dont try. Grain still jumps off Monopoly Mountain believing that it’d end the game. Scott still suddenly falls to the ground clutching his chest. Pearl still gets blown away thanks to the explosion. Martyn still runs out of time.

But they dont die.

Grian falling backwards, landing on his wings, knocking himself out. hours later waking up with broken wings in so much pain and theres... a bit of blood. Not knowing what to do now he’s somehow lived he stays in whats left of the base. And one day, the border falls. Theres nothing left here for him, so he leaves.

Scott wakes up somewhere he does not recongise. He remembers passing out, ya know, outside. after killing people. And he thought he died- Now he’s in some house, a building style he doesn’t recognise. Somewhere that actually looks like they tried when building. And then a man he swore he recongised came upstairs, in some odd clothes, offering food and water and a place to stay.

Pearl met a brutal should be end. I mean yeah she died because Scott did, felt the pain scott did. but she also was right next to the explosion, and it hit her. felt his and her own pain, died from him both because he died and exploded her. So it was fair to say the last thing ever expected was to wake up to see him worrying over her half destroyed body.

Oh Martyn. Killing his ally and hunting Impulse down. The clock still ticks. Just so, so much louder. There’s no one else around, nothing going on. all that he hears is the wind in his ears and the ticking in his head. He doesn’t really leave where he killed them. Just waits. They aren’t getting some dramatic send off. They can wait around as long as they like ‘till he drops once his hard earned time is spent. Though once it’s gone, once he runs out of time... why doesnt he die? And why can he hear familiar voices in the distance?

Now im unsure how i want the winners living but still being in the games to work. I have 2 ideas but I this current one I vibe with more-

Current idea: the watchers created these doubles to play in the winner’s place, to keep around the same amount of players and to keep some fun dynamics. Once you win the double will continue to play in your place for the rest of the games.

The winners continue to live outside the games and once enough of them build a small community. they only remember the game they won, and are all very conflicted on how they feel about each other.

everyone else who didn’t win is doomed to play over and over again trapped in the watcher’s game never remembering the one before.

Also, the winners stay ‘red’. how much the red affects them depends on the person.

(idea i have atm is, funny enough, the order the games happen. Grian is the least affected, then scott, then pearl and Martyn the most)

How all the winners find each other?

So taking the Grian is a watcher idea and fucking sprinting with it-

Grian after spending a few days alone in the desert, the watchers have moved on. they are somewhere else feasting, no longer there to bother grian (he wasn’t doing anything anymore. just moping. so boring-) but also no longer there to hold him back.

so after those days he kinda comes back to his watcher powers, or well some of them. And why keep himself locked up in a border when he can just get rid of it and run away from his problems (dead friends, destroyed home-)

And the first time he comes across another game is an accident. He finds the border and having not set it up himself (he doesn’t know if he could. never had a reason to try) And stays around the area, sets up a tent and waits for the border to fall.

Once it does. he searches. The watchers dont know, they’ve left. nothing to stay for, time for a feast. But grian looks, finds ruins that remind him of home and it hurts. But he finds someone. someone that, yeah. yeah he knows him. Scott. but it’s not Scott. Not the Scott he knew atleast.

That Scott was sooner caught dead than missing his ring.

But, it’s still a survivor. A winner. And if the blood stained ground is to go by, he went down swinging.

but he’s not dead. he’s alive. he’s unconscious, but breathing.

And Grian’s already lost everyone. this is the first person he’s seen in months. call him selfish, but he doesn’t want to be alone again. so he decides to help this new Scott. Also, maybe he could learn what happened. Get a bit of an understanding on what these sick games really are.

He carries Scott to his home he’s built. Took a while, such long distances still sucked without flight, but the wait for him to wake up was even worse. The chance he wouldn’t? horrible. so Grian ignored it-

But Scott did wake up, and paniced he was to see Grian alive and well, even if his choice of outfit was off. The idea of some form of revenge for Scott being the one to win instead of him was the first thing to cross his mind. like, it’s still Grian. and Grian’s still red.

But he just asks questions, and provides food, and gives answers when Scott asks things himself. Neither seem to be a threat to each other, as there is no benefit in killing the only other person who seems to understand any of this mess. Plus, gaining the knowledge there were two Grian’s, and this one was not the one he personally knew, well, he had no reason to trust him but also none to not.

So Scott stays around. Builds his own house near by Grian’s after the first few weeks. And whenever one explores they make sure to keep an eye out for a border, and ready to alert the other should they find one.

And give it some time, find another they shall.

Double life had ended a bit ago at that point. Scott found the border when he over heard familiar voices near by it. He waited around for Grain to show up and by the time he did the game was over, and with ease he took the border down (yet again no other watchers there to stop him, to busy eating to care)

I doesnt take long to find Pearl but both are quite upset at the sight. Clearly not as somewhat peaceful they had been given. half her face blown to bits and an arm that looks like it wont work the way it use too even with serious help.

While Scott checks her over and Grain looks are their cords to figure how far they are from their little set up, she wakes up instantly panicked. Panicked but also in to much pain to acutally fight back.

And, like, Pearl had been torturing her soulmate for weeks by that point. She’d recognise him. And while the man looking at her certaintly LOOKED like Scott, it was NOT her Scott. It was not the soulmate that left her behind.

Her soulmate wouldn’t look so worried over her state considering he caused it.

Pearl doesn’t take the whole winners live on thing as well as the first too did. not that they took it well, but they kinda just accepted it mostly silently and got on with it. Pearl yells, she cries. That it was all for nothing.

That they could’ve seriously just lived and got along.

Did no one have to die?

Doesn’t help she’s in absolute agony. where her body is actually hurt is completely messed up, but the rest in pain from feeling like she blew up.

They stay around the double life set up untill they deem pearl stable enough both mentally and phyiscally to go back to what they’ve made home.

She’s fairly open about what happened in her game. atleast compered to Grian and Scott, which had both hardly talked about their personal teams or teams that involved the other from their games.

She told them about how she went with Martyn to the nether which was why Scott and Cleo left them to go be soulmates together instead, how she had tilly, and then Martyn killed her. How all the other players thought she was mad.

All she wanted was her dog and a friend.

She bonds pretty well with both Scott and Grian, Scott talking about his pearl and how they were allies, and that clearly this fake scott was a coward, and Grian makes a few jokes about pizza and what they went through for that llama.

Once she’s better they head back to their little safe place. Fairly early on Pearl decides to build another tower, a smaller tower, but she still has her tower. She even gets some new dogs! She was scared to at first. But this wasn’t a death game anymore, Scott and Grian gained nothing from killing her animals. it was safe to have them.

Now, after three times, chances are it’s happening again. They dont exactly look forward to it, but when pearl gives the heads up her dogs found another border and sends her cords over the other two are there within a day or two.

This time it takes a while for the game to end. They dont see much, dont get the notices on their communicators, dont really have a clue whats going on until Grian manages to get rid of the border. Execpt this time the Watchers left alot quicker, almost instantly.

Seems they were already bored.

The three spread out hoping to find the Winner quicker this way, each person having one of pearl’s dogs go with them for safety.

And when Scott found Martyn sat there with blood on his hands, staring at them in utter disbelief he wasn’t expecting to be attacked on sight by the man once noticed.

Something about “you ran out of time, how are you back we ran out of time we shouldn’t be here-”

Seems there was yet again a fun gimmick for the new game.

As Scott’s trying to tell Martyn to chill and keep him from killing Pearl’s dog, the other two both appear having met up running towards the yelling. Now, these people are mostly decked out in enchanted diamond gear, and they have dogs! Martyn’s not stupid. He wont win. he puts his sword away and hands in the air for surrender.

Now, if they thought Pearl took the winner’s living thing bad, boy did Martyn just snap.

Because every single other person in his game had died. They didn’t technically run out of time. two fell to their deaths, the others were murdered. So, for all Martyn knew, he just betrayed his closest ally for a win that ment nothing.

Because for all he knew, they could’ve all lived.

Martyn wasnt too willing to just go with these strangers. yeah, they may look like the people he knew. They might technically be the original versions of them- but what have they done to earn his trust! Show up and threaten him- well he did attack scott first bUT! His dead teammate he just killed showed up again when he should’ve been perma dead! it was a fair reaction.

So they had to spend a little time convincing him, no problem. And once the mention of watchers came up and the borders, grian’s ‘ability’ to take them down, suddenly the fourth winner was all for hanging around with them. (also very much hinting to grian he knew a watcher’s eyes when he saw them- even if scott and pearl didn’t seemed to know for sure yet)

Martyn does still come back with them and set up his own little hut next to a pond he decorated (tropical fish, pufferfish, coral and kelp). it’s further away than the others are but their all okay with that. His red tendencies can still get a little out of hand sometimes, best to keep a little distance when that happens.

This au either continues sad as shit with these lot slowly talking about things that happened and coming to terms about how they didn’t know what would happen at the end, maybe they could’ve all happly lived but thats not what happened and maybe they cant forget everything and everyone but its about time to move on.

OR

silly fun times where the winners all fuck around and have fun. ignore the trauma, enjoy life. have the friends you were never aloud to keep before. Build the amazing house you always wanted, having all the dogs you could ever need. Your alive! Live a little! Enjoy it! until the next border’s found

Or maybe a mix of both-

[nanamiscocksleeve]

Any tips on starting a tumblr blog thing? I wanna start writing but im nervous about it

-🎃

Hello pumpkin anon!

Well, let me just put my experience so far and what I've learned here. I am honestly not a very professional writer, I ignore a lot grammar rules, and do a lot of unhinged writing. That being said, congrats on wanting to write!

This blog is relatively new. I think I posted The Office Pet back in April, and I mainly did it because I had that crazy idea festering in my head but I was sure if I put it on another platform, I would be judged heavily for it. I did it for fun, and to enact out how deeply infatuated I am with Kento, to the point that I wanted to be his office pet and just have a life of debauched sex and riches with him.

I don't think my blog is wildly successful or popular, but the interaction with my readers makes it very satisfying. I honestly didn't expect Thirsty Weekends and that one single one-shot (we all know which one 😆) to blow up to this point and it's fun to see where my creativity will take me each time. And overall, I like being a safe space for people to simp and explore their darkest fantasies with their F/O's. I didn't have that growing up and most people in my life thought I was stupid for being so infatuated with anime characters.

I was scared when I posted The Office Pet. It was a lot of extreme fetishes compared to the smut seen here and I seriously thought I would get a lot of hate for it, but lo and behold, there are lots of people just as depraved as I am! I would've never found them if I hadn't gotten over my nerves and posted.

So all I'll say is, write for fun. People can tell when you're trying to be pretentious and are only interested in getting notes and followers vs someone who is here for fun and just has shocking ideas that you want to share with the world. Write things that interest you, and don't force things that don't vibe with you (there's a delete button for a reason).

And don't get discouraged when things don't get notes. A common complaint I keep seeing on here is that work isn't getting enough notes and something about the Tumblr algorithm. I mean, if that is the case, how do you fight an algorithm? I know it can be frustrating, but I do try to boost people whose stuff might not be doing well (pay attention to my reblogging spree posts! I open my inbox now and then for users to submit their work or other work that they think needs a little attention.) No notes does not equal bad writer. It just means the Tumblr robot is stupid.

One thing that's helped me from burning out is writing when I'm actually into it. It's like having sex, if you're not feeling it, you'll be very disappointed. I only write when I'm relaxed and can commit a good chunk of time because I find that if I try to constantly put out stuff, my writing quality suffers, my ideas become jumbled, and I'm left with this feeling that I'm not a good writer. And it also detracts me from other hobbies that I enjoy. Don't become obsessed with needing to write very frequently for fear that you'll become irrelevant if you don't.

You can only post a fic per month? Great! Do it! Oh, you have more time and can do once a week? Fantastic! Didn't post anything this month? IT'S OK PEOPLE WHO LIKE YOUR WORK WILL ALWAYS THINK OF YOU WHETHER IT'S 5 OR 500. Sometimes, I'm too stressed to write, which is when I like to do games or confessions, which makes me feel like I can be in touch with my readers even when I'm not writing.

So yeah. My biggest advice is to have fun with it, not feel like you're on a clock, to only write things that genuinely interest you, and to not worry about notes. And don't be nervous. This is Tumblr, people are always looking for other crazy people to hang with.

Hope this helps! And I hope you'll post someday!

[waters-and-the-wilde]

okay scenario. somewhere mid s3 the Carte Blanche ends up working with some of Buddy's criminal contacts/acquaintances who also take something of a specific and possibly impertinent interest in the Unnatural Disaster. their guy clocks Nureyev as 1.) the shady sixth ranger with the least amount of rapport with Jet, and 2.) a gossipy bitch (bc that was the gender he put on when he left the house that day) so they get him aside and try to get him to talk

nureyev’s is like. hmm. (juno is being mouthy to try to draw attention to himself. buddy has been a very particular kind of polite and pointed, and vespa is. playing with a knife and glaring. which to be fair she Does That but she's watching this guy and only lightly heckling juno and if nureyev is starting to suspect that they're maybe playing off each other a bit? and jet seems like he's just trying to vibe but he's definitely sticking even closer to rita than usual.

and then. oh he can tell the guy's trying to get him to talk about Jet, and sure he could just dissemble without a fuss but… he could also dissemble and make the other guy feel awkward about it)

nureyev: listen. i know what you're after. and i understand, truly. you want to know if it's true what they say about him, but you're too intimidated to ask outright.

contact: *shifts nervously*

nureyev: and of course, who could blame you? he's even more compelling in person, isn't he? the gravitas, the self-possession, the shoulders.

their contact: uhh. i mean you're not wrong.

nureyev: and he can cook.

contact: ...wait really? huh. you know he seems like a really good listener too.

nureyev: oh, absolutely. but i think it's only fair to warn you that you ought not to get your hopes up. because it's entirely true - he's just not interested. in anybody. devoted in his friendships, to be sure, but when it comes to all other affairs, you'll find him completely impervious. nothing personal. you could have just asked him, there'd be no harm in it, and i'm sure he'd let you down gently -

juno (wandering over to see what's up): could go either way, really. he put me in a dumpster and threatened to crush my head with the lid.

their contact: ...

nureyev (dear i am trying to make them feel bad about their assumptions about our friend and you are undermining the bit): compared to what other people have followed through on after meeting you, i'd say that only proves that he's a very paragon of restraint and circumspection. you do have a way about you, dearest beloved.

juno: you know if i had a cred for every time I had a crush on a master thief who put me in the garbage, i'd have... two creds, i guess.

nureyev (nostalgically): we both ended up in that garbage chute, didn't we?

juno: and I hated every second of it.

nureyev: I know dear you complained about it vociferously

*smooching*

their contact: ohh well that's a shame thanks for the heads up im just gonna - i think my hovercraft is on fire

nureyev (absentminded, still gazing into juno's eyes): bye-bye now

juno: i can cook too you know

nureyev: i know dear but we mustn’t let it get around, the last thing i need is another crime ring trying to sweep you off your feet

juno: i mean. wouldn’t they look at you first?

nureyev: my love. I can’t cook.

juno: oh yeah

(their contact's boss, later: so did you find anything out about what the Unnatural Disaster's up to now that he's back on the scene?

their contact: im sorry he's never gonna go out with you. the rumors are true he's like. completely aro-ace.

boss: oh.

contact: yeah

boss: are you sure

contact: no yeah. i thought maybe aurinko's son was just talking out his ass but their hacker backed it up.

contact: she was really nice actually. gave me a coupon for her favorite ice cream place.

contact: do. uh. do you wanna get ice cream with me.

boss: ...yeah that'd be nice.

boss: (later over ice cream) wait aurinko has a son??

contact: or whatever he’s adopted idk but he's super obnoxious

[afaramir]

for the fic writer game!! 28, 34, 37 :)

thank u anna !! we know what we're about out here<33

28. which fic is closest to your heart?

answered already! (u can send more to make up for it if u want lolll)

34. what title do you want to use, but can't figure out a story to fit?

ooooooh. fever dream tangerine (from fall out boy hold me like a grudge) and for your eyes only (from one direction if i could fly) and i've seen angels fall from blinding heights (from chris cornell you know my name - i HAD one for this but then your body drowning in gravity stole the title crown for that fic...so now i don't have one again...). yeah this is a lot but also if u would believe i don't actually do this all that often. usually i pick a title after i'm pretty sure of the vibe of the fic these were just all too good and they stuck in my head. i know which characters/fandoms go with each just not. what they're About. (pacific rim / james bond / james bond again if u were curious)

37. pick one of your fics and share three songs to go with it

musicposters moment !!! ok half the time i have a specific fic playlist and will link it in the notes and the other half im just listening to literally anything. and then there's the venn diagram centre where i'm listening to a playlist ABOUT the pairing / main character but it's not FOR the fic. lemme try and pick one of those. ok here a double hit for the pacific rim everyone lives au five year plan for the afternoon / every city was a gift. technically i have a playlist for the series but i don't think i ever linked it (maybe i should?)

sink or swim by the sunshine brothers: stay up late thinkin bout your nights/out there alone in the city lights/come hold my brother sister you don't have to do it alone anymore.

dreams come true by brandon flowers: punch the clock baby on the nightstand/you close your eyes waitin for the sandman/spend your life racin for the crash land/you forget/baby it's a dreamland

here's to us by kevin rudolf: so here's to us/and all the broken dreams/that never came to pass/we're still kings and queens/here's to all we loved/that wasn't meant to last/here's to everyone/who said we never had a chance

and a secret fourth one bc it's a double feature! our song by matchbox twenty: oh! no! i'm gonna be there always!/after the pain has gone away/the feelings are so strong/this can be our song (this can be our song!)/oh no! i'll never make you cry again!/i'm gonna set things right again/and i won't let them go wrong/this can be our song (this can be our song!)

fic writer asks

[bonesandthebees]

omg OMG dont even get me STARTED on honey and tangerines

i've genuinely been meaning to reread it this summer, THAT FIC IS ONE OF MY FAV THINGS IN THE WORLD... THE VIBES-

like okay yes almost all of ur fics are my fav in the world, but honey and tangerines hits DIFF man

i started that fic thinking the main conflict was going to be crimeboys, and then angelduo came in with a sledge hammer holy shit

dude. that convo in chapter eight SMACK CAMMED ME SO HARD

like

i remember reading the summary and being like "ooo!! skateboarding", i didnt even clock how the part with phil could be ominous man like-

oooh boi

[takes a deep breath]

im getting emotional thinking about it rn, i havent read this in so long ohmgyod i miss this fic:(

side note before i get into my full mental breakdown over the ConvoTM, i never wanted to learn how to skateboard till i read this fic lmfaoooo

idek why, i was just... never interested, even my bf was like YOO ITS SO COOL and i was like Eh

and then i read this chapter and i was like "... maybe it Can be cool"

brooo BROOO

okay yeah that convo...

i think it's the hardest i've cried reading any of ur fics, normally i tear up and yknow do my whole Pterodactyl screech, but i dont often full blown cry, but holy shit man. Honey and tangerines? I'm pretty sure I bawled.

uh oh im crying again rereading this scene BROO ITS JUST SO WJEAFOIAWEOIRJAWEROIAWEROIWAERJAWEOIJRWAOIERKJLWERJOIWEJWEARIJ

ow

im in pain again

anYWAYS

god this fic is actually the greatest fucking thing in the world i love it so much bee u have no idea bro i adore it to my core :(((

i dont know how to describe it but ooohh my goodness

i just :(( idk i love indie vibes a lot

like... one of my favourite movies is Perks of Being a Wallflower. Indie movies are really important to me bc it just :( it makes me feel like My life will be okay, if their life works out. and... slice of life vibes are just the best

and honey and tangerines is the perfect fic to ever indie vibe, the playlist, the little fluff moments, the climax, everything about it is perfect. i can't describe how perfect it is. i adore it sosoosososososososoosososoo much

i also can... oddly relate to tommy in this fic, more than i thought. my mom didn't have mental health issues but I did have to take care of myself more than I was supposed to when I was younger, and there were a lot of parallels in this fic even though the situations were completely different, that it just... hit a lot harder for me than most fics normally do. especially like... i have a half sibling that i have a super complicated relationship with and crimeboys in this fic almost reminded me of it.

i just :(( honey and tangerines is so so important to me, and it's also just beautifully written, content aside. i love the prose in it. the way you describe everything feels so natural and real. i felt truly immersed. i lose sense of what's around me a lot quicker than i normally do when i read fics. it just instantly grabs my attention.

god, it's written so fucking well.

another way it's affected my life is after i read the laundromat chapter, it gave me the courage to ask my bf to dance w me for the first time. as i've always loved dancing but i've always been super shy about it. but reading that scene just filled me with such joy, that i had to ask my bf, and now it's one of our fav things to do :))

idk man like. wf is the fic that first made me obsessed with your writing. stars is one of the most well written and impressive things i've ever read and heyyy sandduo centric babyyy. also the WORLD BUILDING IS SO COOL. what the water gave me is the fic out of all of ur fics that makes me the most emotional /pos. a dusty tomb is my personal fav comfort fic, it's so fucking cute i love it so much (and the clinic prequel is same vibes as well). ur vamp fics are addicting as hell to read.

but honey and tangerines is the fic that's affected my life the most <3

(god sorry for the long rant, this was not meant to be this long LMAO SFDKAJ)

honey and tangerines was such an interesting fic for me to write because it connected to my irl life in so many subtle ways. I put those nods into my life in a lot of my fics, but honey and tangerines was the one most directly based out of my own life although it was mostly just the concept of having ex step-siblings that I pulled from. I also thought the main conflict was going to be crimeboys going into it, although I knew I wanted a focus on angelduo as well. but then as the story progressed I understood tangerines!tommy a lot more as a character, and his relationship with phil just expanded into so much more. I'm so happy with how it all turned out, and I'm sorry for all the tears I made you shed lol

(this response got long oops so I'm gonna put it under a cut)

you totally get my love of coming of age/slice of life indie movies. I've always been a big movie watcher, and nothing hits quite like a really well done coming of age film. ironically though, the perks of being a wallflower was one I originally wasn't a movie I was very impressed with the first time I saw it. it wasn't until I read the book and then rewatched the movie years later that I was like oh. I think for me two coming of age indie-type films that really hit for me were Lady Bird (because the relationship between Lady Bird and her mom hit very close to home in certain spots for me), and this one called Cha Cha Real Smooth. Cha Cha especially hit for me bc it's about a 22 year old who just graduated college and is trying to figure out where to go now, and I watched it only a few months after I'd turned 22 and graduated college and was floundering for what to do next. so yeah, that one helped me in the same way you described with the whole "maybe my life will work out like theirs" sense.

I'm so glad I was able to capture those vibes in the aesthetics of it all. that was half my motivation for writing it ngl. I just really wanted to try and capture that summertime haze with the descriptions and the playlist and all of it.

I'm sorry you could relate to aspects like those in the fic, but I'm also really glad it was able to provide a source of comfort for you <3

that's so sweet that you asked your bf to dance with you after reading the laundromat scene!! and the skateboarding too is so cute. I'm gonna be honest I do not know how to skateboard nor have I ever had a desire to learn, I just liked the aesthetics of that scene lmao. I hope you've been having a really good time dancing and skateboarding with your bf since though :)

icyfox aaa you're so kind though seriously thank you for all of that. one of my favorite parts about having this 'audience' (for fanfic lmao but it's an audience nonetheless) is hearing how the stories I create for my own joy impact your real lives. like, it's just amazing to me the reach my words can have, and I'm so happy you were able to get so much out of this story. ty for this it made me smile a lot