#but also anon this ask makes me really happy :))

[ryescapades]

hii rye!! happi 1k follows, for the event, can i have prompt 10 (lyhfmb) with a jealous! nrm gen please!! nsfw ofc!!! luv ya soo much <3

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prompt: 10 - “lift your hips for me, love.” characters: ex!narumi gen (kn8) x afab!reader contents: nsfw mdni !! oral (f! receiving), marking, slight possessive + jealous!nrm, sparring as an euphemism, possibly exes to lovers, implied nrm having past hookups, tiny bit of angst if u squint, ooc i think? somehow ended up being a bit of a character study.. wc ~ 900

a/n: thank you for participating anon !! <3 i’m kinda killing two birds with one stone here bcs there’s an old req in my inbox asking for a nsfw nrm piece (supposedly) inspired by lana’s serene queen :’>

you have absolutely zero idea how you got yourself in this situation.

it was a normal day for you; you woke up, did your morning routine, checked in with your fellow coworkers and spent a whole lot of your time on the training grounds, especially with your closest friends, shinonome and tachibana. everything would’ve been perfectly and routinely mundane, if not for the sudden private invitation to spar, ordered requested by your very own division captain.

the way those roguish hues darken at the sight of you straddling tachibana’s hips during training, the deep frown on his lips, the clear displeasure marring on his face, the scrutinising stare he sent towards his platoon leader… for a second there you would’ve thought that he— you shake your head to disperse the thoughts away.

no way in hell, right?

it feels weird. doing a one-on-one with captain narumi without other people watching really gives you the ick, an irksome itch that you couldn’t quite scratch away. you know full well that you could pack a punch or two, know that your skills are just as good as any officer from the first division, but you are also aware that narumi gen is not just any man.

he’s a man who was born with such exceptional strength and yet had his childhood ripped to shreds by those monstrous kaiju, a man who would occasionally lash out if something ever triggers the fragility of his inner child, a man who holds the weight of the world on his shoulders, a man who was still on pins and needles when it came to affection, a man who is also your ex lover.

but just because you’re exes doesn’t mean he had any reason to pull his punches on you. and because you’re exes it makes no sense that the exchanging blows and jabs would suddenly turn to a different kind of clash altogether.

your unfocused eyes can barely make out your surroundings, but you at least know that it’s already late into the night, long into the after hours. a soft moan breaks free from your lips, eyebrows deeping into a furrow. “we shouldn’t be doing this,” you breathe out.

you wince just as narumi’s teeth nip on the tender flesh on your collarbones, soothing the pain with a swift lick of his broad tongue. the discolouration blooms red on your skin, another mark accompanying the similar ones on the span of your neck.

he doesn’t reply, opting to slide his hands underneath your shirt to trail wet open-mouthed kisses down your stomach. he then starts fidgeting with the hem of your sweats, lifting his head up to look at you.

your body burns at those hooded gaze of his rosy eyes.

the million rational thoughts of denial and object are immediately turfed out, your body going pliant under his familiar touch as you close your eyes in relent. narumi gently slips his fingers beneath your pants and underwear to pull them both down simultaneously. “lift your hips for me, love.” he murmurs, the petname smoothing out of his lips like silk.

a shiver runs through you as you oblige, your lower part now exposed to his wandering eyes. he shifts down, his head now leveling with the space between your thighs.

the first swipe of his tongue against your folds nearly sends you reeling and narumi can feel his pants getting tighter by the second. “god, i missed your taste so bad. no one could ever compare,” he quietly groans before eventually diving in, eating you out like a man starving for days.

“fuckin’ sweet… this pussy’s mine, yeah?” he mutters as his tongue slides into your dripping hole with ease, licking up your arousal as more of it trickles down to your ass. it’s wild, full of hunger and intent as narumi buries his face between your thighs to consume your very essence into his own.

“f-fuck, hah—” your chest stutters as his arms wrap around your quivering thighs to keep you in place, his tongue thrusting in and out of your cunt just as desperately. loud slurping sounds and your moans can be heard throughout the training room, though neither of you have the mind to care about that as narumi intensifies his efforts, sucking on your swollen clit between his lips before dipping down again to your hole. 

he knows you’re close; he’s painfully familiar with the way your legs jerk beside his face, breath whiny and hitching in your throat as you teeter on the brink of ecstasy. narumi laps at you so greedily that it’s becoming messy and wet and rough and downright filthy.

it’s only when he growls against your flesh, the almost possessive sound vibrating against your sodden pussy that it finally pushes you towards the edge, coming undone on his tongue with a lewd cry. narumi hums, eagerly drinking up your slick and eyes closing in content as his face glistens with your sticky wetness. “nngh - gen…” nerves now oversensitized, you let out a whimper and weakly push at his shoulders to get him to stop. “gen!”

the man finally yet reluctantly pulls away from your cunt with a faint pop, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he languidly plants kisses on your thighs, eyes still hidden by his ashen bangs. the both of you are breathing hard, and somehow the post-orgasm clarity decides to hit you then.

‘seriously, what are you doing?’ you throw your head back against the mat below you and squeeze your eyes shut as those same conflicting thoughts invade your mind again. “gen— narumi, sorry… i-i should—” you try your move your legs away from his shoulders but he cuts you off, leaning his forehead against your stomach as he rubs random figures on the side of your hips.

little do you know he’s actually tracing the kanji of his name on your skin.

“stay,” narumi whispers. with me, he means. “...please.”

and how can you ever say no to that?

thinking abt this nrm the whole time i write this :]

tbh i kind of had a different idea for the song inspo but i don’t think i’d be finishing that anytime soon (i’m just lazy). i could share like a little rough draft of it if anyone wanna tho

©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !

[tehrevving]

Hii♡ so we got bj for Vince on his bday but what about him on reader's bday, does he do something special?🙈

Hi Anon! You asked this just after I wrote that one shot for Vinny’s birthday and I really wanted to use this ask to follow up on that. I tried and tried but I just couldn’t make it work. 

But then, somehow I blinked and it was almost my actual birthday, so I sat down and thought, well, what do I want most??? To the surprise of no one, it’s to be fucked over the coffin, so Happy (almost) Birthday to me! 

This is filth. Warnings for coffin fucking, spanking, rough sex, ass play. 

Also on Ao3

Vincent had noticed the change in your behaviour after a sudden, impromptu trip to Nibelheim. He hadn’t liked being there, the place was full of too many bad memories and broken promises. He had tried but hadn’t been able to completely control his mood while he’d been there, and you’d noticed. You’d asked him carefully if going back and visiting his room in the mansion might help him feel better. He hadn’t been entirely sure, but he’d felt somewhat confident with your hand grasped tightly in his. 

You’d inspected every single nook and cranny in the room, searching for any information about him that you could find. He’d allowed it, having already hidden everything important away before he’d left, just in case. His coffin in particular had piqued your curiosity, and you hadn’t stopped asking him questions. Was it comfortable? Cold? Warm? Claustrophobic? He hadn’t really known how to answer, he’d just chosen it because it had seemed an appropriate place for him to sleep and atone for his sins. He’d left the mansion feeling slightly better, more positive after you’d wrapped your arms around him, cuddling up to him in the room where he’d wasted the years away. 

It was pretty soon after that though that he’d noticed the change in your behaviour. It was subtle, barely a pattern until suddenly it was undeniably one. It had started innocently enough, with you rolling over onto your front when things had started getting hot and heavy. You’d crumpled a pillow up underneath your waist and wiggled your hips while begging for his cock. He’d spanked your ass, watched your skin jiggle and shake under the force of his touch. He’d scratched the claws of his monstrous hand down your back, leaving raised, reddened marks, claiming you as his own. He’d bitten at the back of your neck, stretching his entire body out over you as he fucked you roughly from behind, revelling in the plush press of your ass against his hips with each thrust. 

He’d enjoyed himself immensely of course. It was a good position and one that he didn’t have much experience with. He preferred seeing your face and being able to kiss you, but he’d been able to have his fill of that while cuddling afterwards, so he hadn’t minded that much. 

The next time you’d been tipsy, giggling against his side and way too invested in some movie that he couldn’t hope to comprehend, filled with too much modern slang and references that went straight over his head. You’d been enjoying yourself though, so he hadn’t minded. Afterwards, when you’d dragged him into the bedroom, pulling your clothes off as you went, you’d immediately leant over the side of the bed. Your hips had been pressed to the corner of the mattress, with the entirety of your sweet, wet, little cunt completely exposed to him. He’d had to lift your hips to get your heights to line up and the angle right. He’d held you suspended, claws digging into your hip while your upper body rested heavily on your forearms against the sheets. 

He had fucked you hard, the mattress shaking and bed frame creaking with each of his thrusts. He’d been rough but you’d begged for it, begged him for more. He had raked his nails down your back and pressed his palm down against your cheek, squishing your face into the mattress. You’d cried out for him and he had been completely powerless to resist.

He’d enjoyed that position too. It was tighter, your inner walls angling his cock differently from behind. He’d enjoyed the feel of skin on skin and the sound of your ass smacking against his hips with each thrust. He thought you were just exploring with him, testing the boundaries. He was willing to explore too, you felt good and he always enjoyed himself. It had been maybe a week or so after and he’d walked into the kitchen to find you bent over the wooden table, completely on display for him. There had been a tiny scrap of fabric attempting to cover your modesty, but he’d still been able to see everything. 

You had been so loud, screaming and clawing at the wood underneath your fingers while you took his cock. It was then that he’d realised there was a kink here, something you were into that he couldn’t quite place his finger on. He’d wanted to know what it was. He’d fucked you into the table, wood creaking desperately under the force of his thrusts. He’d reached out and carefully grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling back on it and lifting your upper body off the table while pressing your hips harder down into the corner of it. You’d screamed, cunt tightening almost unbearably around him as it pulsed with a desperate, mostly untouched orgasm. He’d struggled to hold himself back while you completely lost it. There was definitely a kink there. 

He’d slowed his pace even though his entire body was screaming at him not to. He’d rocked his hips carefully to work you through your pleasure, instead of filling you up and claiming you like he desperately wanted to. You were begging for more the second your orgasm subsided and he’d struggled not to give in. 

He’d tugged on your hair, pulling your face to the side so you were looking at him, well the best that you could anyway. “What is it about the table?” he’d asked, almost completely out of breath. 

Your eyes had slid closed and you had exhaled deeply, but said nothing. 

“What has you this worked up? Is it the table? Something else?”

You’d blinked and pushed against him, trying to turn your head away with shame. 

“Tell me,” he’d ordered, each word punctuated with a rough slap to the meat of your ass. He’d had to drag his eyes away from your face to watch the reddened imprint of his hand bloom across your skin. 

“I want,” you’d started, eyes glassy and desperate. Even just thinking about it apparently was enough to have you unfocused. He’d been so damn intrigued. “I want it bent over your coffin,” you said finally, spitting the words out quickly, slurring them together. 

Vincent had been stunned, hand gently lowering your head back to the table. You’d whined and immediately started pushing back against him, trying to use some non-existant leverage to get him to fuck you. Your feet barely touched the ground, he was tall and so was the table, so your attempts were fruitless. He wasn’t sure what to think, not sure why you’d want that. He had resolved to ask you more about it later, because he hadn’t been able to elaborate any more at that moment, not with the way your body had been begging for him. 

So, he can’t quite believe that he’s here right now, questioning his sanity as he checks into a themed room at the Gold Saucer. You thought that he was just bringing you away for a romantic evening for your birthday. You had no idea what was waiting for you. 

Your arm is wrapped around his, excitement clear in each of your steps as he leads you up to the room you’ve both just been assigned. It’s just an overnight trip so you have basically no luggage, just a small duffel bag that he has slung over his shoulder. You look up at him as the elevator slowly rises, eyes open wide and looking so very sweet and innocent. He tries to keep his face even, not wanting to give away the surprise. 

He opens the door and gestures for you to enter first. Your excitement is infectious and he can’t help but smile. He watches you walk through the small hallway with the door to the bathroom before stepping into the main part of the room. Your head swivels as you take in all of the gaudy, over the top halloween themed decor, practically bouncing on your feet. Vincent stifles a laugh as your entire body suddenly freezes while you stare wide eyed at the large bed in the centre of the room. The frame of it is boxed in on all sides with dark wood carved with religious symbols, while a panel hangs suspended over the top of it. It’s crude and unrealistic, but for all intents and purposes, it’s a coffin. 

You gasp and turn to face him, staring up at him with your eyes wide. “You’re joking?” you whisper, voice is too quiet for him to pick up the emotion in it. He nods and walks over to the bed, studying the mechanism for a moment. He presses a small button and the top panel starts to lower, clicking into place above half of the bed. It doesn’t really look like a coffin, or his coffin for that matter, but he hopes that it will do. He turns back to you, planning to study your expression. Instead he has to step back as you jump on him, practically trying to climb up his body. He catches you, hooking your legs around his hips and holding you up as you kiss him. 

You’re wearing his cloak and nothing else. The red colour of it contrasting beautifully with the sweat-slick pallor of your skin. You’re bent over the edge of the coffin-bed, clit pressed against the side of the wood while an excessive amount of your slick drips down the side of it. Vincent is naked as he fucks you, his legs braced to keep up with the rough pace. You’d kept begging for him, begging for him to be harder, rougher. He’d never refuse you. His hand is between your shoulder blades, pushing you down to the wood and smashing your breasts roughly against the metallic patterns etched in it. 

He’s not quite sure how many times you’ve come. You’re so damn sensitive and overeager that your body is reacting excessively no matter what he does. He’d fingered you to start with, drawing gush after gush of slick from your sweet, swollen pussy. He’d wanted to get his mouth involved but he hadn’t been able to resist after you’d started begging almost incoherently for his cock. 

Your nails dig roughly into the wood on either side of you, cheek pressed down against the smoothness of it. Your legs are shaking as he fucks you, your ass jiggling with the force of his thrusts. His nails dig roughly into your hips, holding you steady and forcing you back against him with each buck of his hips. You’re crying out for him, broken cries of his name echoing through the room. He hopes that the neighbours don’t complain. He’s struggling to keep his own voice down, you’re so damn tight and your body won’t stop tightening around him. He can’t believe how into this you are. 

He reaches over you, leaning heavily over your body. He grabs you by the hair, pulling your upper body off the coffin and into what must be an aching arch. His cape flutters around you, simultaneously covering you while somehow showing everything off. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes!” you cry out, shuddering in his hold. Your hands hang limply by your sides, body lax. He can see the imprints of the coffin’s metallic embossing etched on your skin and breasts. That is hotter than he expected it to be. 

“What can I do to make this better? Right now?” he growls, suddenly finding himself wound up unbelievably tight. 

He watches you take a deep breath. “P-play with my ass,” you beg.

He drops you back down to the coffin, controlling your descent but being rougher than he usually would be. He draws his hand back and spanks your ass again, adding new marks to your already irritated skin. 

“Yes!” you cry out, voice muffled as your face is pressed against the wood. You turn your head to the side. “But no. I mean. Vincent. I mean…”

He doesn’t immediately understand what you mean as he spanks you again. He runs his hands over your bruised, reddened flesh, pulling roughly backwards to tug you back onto his cock as he thrusts forwards. It takes a moment and then he realises, spreading your cheeks as your answering cry proves that he’s on the right track. He watches his cock enter and exit you, watches the way you’re stretched so damn tight around him. His entire shaft is wet, covered with countless waves of your release that smears up his hips. He shifts his eyes slightly, focusing on your other hole, something that he generally tends to avoid, but isn’t adverse to exploring. 

He runs his hand around the base of his cock, pressing against the swollen stretch of your walls. You moan, struggling to rut back against him. He coats his fingers in your slick, dragging his fingers downwards for a moment to play with your clit. You scream his name so loudly that he thinks the walls might actually shake. He can’t help but chuckle, but it comes out choked, he’s too out of breath for humour. He drags his fingers back up, covering the short strip of skin between your holes with wetness before pressing his finger against your ass, coating it with your release. 

You whimper into the wood, hips bucking into his touch. He figures that’s encouragement enough to keep going. He makes sure there’s enough wetness before he starts to slide a single finger inside of you, having to slow the pace of his hips in order to keep his focus. 

You keen, body lifting up off the wood of the coffin before settling back down. You say his name, whispering pleading begs as he tries to get into a rhythm. Your back hole is tighter, squeezing incredibly tight around his finger. It moves differently, tensing like it’s trying to draw him in deeper and feels almost impossibly warm. He can feel the bulge of his cock through your passage on his finger and also the drag of his finger somewhat muted on his cock. Your hips start bucking for him, so he carefully starts fucking you again, thrusting his hips and having to adjust his angle slightly so ensure there’s room for everything. 

You’re going insane, he’s not quite sure how it would feel for you, but it must be good. You’re whining for him, hips bucking up and matching each of his thrusts. “Full, so full,” you keep muttering into the wood of the coffin, nails scratching at its surface. He keeps fucking you, setting a rough pace of hard, deep thrusts while shifting his finger and teasing at the rim of your ass. 

You tilt your head to the side, trying to look back at him but failing. “Vincent. Please” you gasp, words practically incoherent. “Fill me up. I need it.”

He can’t resist you, couldn’t resist you even if he wanted to. So he picks up his pace, slamming in deep and rough, dragging your body back and forth over the coffin. He can hear your sweat slick skin sliding across the wood and feel the friction of it as he grips your hips. He presses bruises into your skin, playing with your ass while trying to press his cock as deep as he can inside of you. He moves up on his toes, adjusting his weight, testing the angle until you’re screaming breathlessly. Your mouth is open and you’re drooling out against lacquered wood, but no sounds are able to leave your throat. He pounds against you, using your body’s reaction to guide his movements, he pounds against your g spot and loses himself inside of your gripping walls while you gush your release all down the lacquered edge of the coffin bed. 

Vincent can’t help but swear, can’t help but lean over you, pushing as far inside as he can as he spills inside of you and marks you as his. His weight presses you down against the coffin, the soft feel of his cape brushing against his chest. One hand pulls your hips to his, sliding out of you with a whine, stopping you from moving, keeping him buried deep inside while his other hand splays beside you, scrabbling for purchase on the slippery wooden surface. He leans over you, wild hair falling over you as he pants by your neck, desperate to bite you but unable to with how the high neck of his cloak covers you. 

You reach back, scrabbling blindly as your hand finds the back of his head. You stroke comfortingly over his scalp and he leans into the touch, enjoying the closeness as he basks in the afterglow, body feeling relaxed and boneless, until you tug at his hair. He moans by your ear, hips giving a short stutter as pricks of pain and pleasure surge down his spine. He struggles to stand back up and right himself on shaking legs, pulling up against your tugging hand until he’s out of reach. He’s breathing heavily, practically panting over your prone form. He pulls out of you with a groan and your hips push back, trying to keep him inside. 

He flips you over as carefully as he can, watching as you settle on your back against the wood. There are red friction marks across your body, skin stamped with the etched markings from the coffin. The top of his cloak barely conceals your breasts, pointed nipples clearly visible through the fabric. You look completely fucked, blissed out and writhing gently through aftershocks. Your eyes open slowly and blink up at him. You reach out to him, so he lifts you up gently and pulls you against his chest. 

“I’m not done,” you mumble, pressing your face into his shoulder. 

Vincent can’t help but laugh lowly. “I think you are,” he murmurs, words trailing off into a groan as you sink your teeth into his neck. He extracts your face from his shoulder, settling you sideways into his arms. “You are done for now,” he says softly, carefully brushing away the overstimulated tears that stain your cheeks.

“But we can go again later?”

“If you wish,” he sighs, shaking his head. “Was it,” he pauses, “how you had imagined?”

“Better,” you say, head pressed to his shoulder, burying your face into it with embarrassment. 

He puts his finger underneath your jaw, tilting up your face so you’re looking at him. “I do not understand, but I do not need to. You can tell me anything that you want, and I will try to make it happen.”

“I know.” You gaze up at him, eyes wide and filled with an adoration that almost makes him flinch, almost makes him look away. “Thank you.”

He smiles and leans down to kiss your forehead, tightening his arms around you and feeling your warmth bleed through his chest. “Happy birthday.”

[velvetvexations]

the fact that i've seen multiple transmascs happily reblogging/supporting the "bomb that kills all transmascs" thing makes me so fucking sad. i feel like we've understood with other issues how "ironic" edgy humor can desensitize us to the bigotry within it- but now we're just happy to let people joke about wiping a group of trans people out of existence? we have no problem with this? we're gonna normalize hatred based solely on identity and not behavior (like how theyfab claims to only target transmigoynistic transmascs)? the bomb kills all transmascs honey that includes you, TMpickmEs i never want to hear people criticizing transandrophobia theory again if this is what passes for transfeminism

It's exactly that kinna person who I was talking about when I was posting about identifying when I was getting victim blame-y and too hostile towards someone being self-destructive, because they make me sad and it's easier to hate them than sympathize. I hope they get better.

Transmasc: acts transmisogynystic because they see individual transandrophobic transfems Everyone(correct): that's bad and reactionary, you can't blame an entire group for a small portion of traumatized individuals who lash out at your group who may have been hurt by individual members of your group Transfem: acts transandrophobic because they see individual transmisogynystic transmascs Everyone (double standard): that's valid, if you've been hurt by individual members of a fellow minority group that gives you free reign to act reactionary and generalize a whole group based on the worst of it's members (this is not a universal thing, but it does exist and I've seen the double standard. I encourage calling out transmisogynystic transmascs, I just don't like the double standard in certain trans spaces. Treat reactionary thought as what it is: reactionary. No matter who it's from or against)

they fundamentally do not care about other people

why is it called transradfeminism instead of radical transfeminism?

Ask Thalia Bhatt.

I love transmasc mabel (and also transmasc ophelia) headcannons cause it's very comforting to turn the characters I related to hard when I was a kid into transmascs.

Yeah! Love that for you anon.

I wanted to thank you for your level-headed support and the platform for respectful intra-community discussions you've provided. I hope you're taking as much rest and recovery from the stresses of the Disc Horse™ as you need <3 (also, idk if you bake, but I found a really good recipe for snickerdoodles that definitely chased away some of my lingering holiday stress www.ambitiouskitchen(.)com/brown-butter-snickerdoodle-cookies/ )

oooh thank you anon!

I like how jokes about killing all transmascs are fine but TRFs are still harping on about that one guy that said something about - (not that I thought the original post was in good taste but. I do feel like jokes about killing all transmascs are worse actually) Now that I type it out it's kinda horrifying that there's so many people that are theoretically supportive of trans people that think those joked are okay actually.. somehow internalized it as normal till just now

TRFs would say that post was code for something worse but idk if "we're open about wanting to murder an entire group of marginalized people" is a W

- was just stirring shit up with the gravity falls discourse to distract from her only answers to questions about 'tme/tma' language is to call people stupid and tell them they are lying about their experiences.

As usual.

The thing with “Dipper can’t be trans because then Mabel would be transphobic!!” Is that I’ve seen so many posts on this site that have had no problem intentionally interpreting a characters actions as transphobic for the purpose of transfem headcanons? That’s usually don’t get push back? Even though I’m usually against intentionally trying to portray a character who isn’t bigoted in the source material as bigoted for no reason other than headcanons or jokes I don’t understand what the difference is here?

the difference is that it's a transmasc headcanon

My hot take is that both Dipper and Mabel are transmasc, but Dipper has always known and socially transitioned very early, and Mabel will be hit with the "oh fuck I am also a man" realization in his 20s in the same way a Looney Tunes critter would be with an anvil or perhaps a piano.

such a funny image lmao and very in-character

[ninakoll]

long post incoming!! thank you all for your support and love, i've been having a lot of fun sharing my art on here this past year. i've especially enjoyed drawing enstars dreams, i have some more in the works :D and thanks for all the laughs too!! let's hope 2025 is kinder to you all in the world. please take care, everyone!! 💜

👇 i'm also answering some asks before the year ends !!! 👁️_👁️ 👇 some drawn, some text!

@kyokills YES!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE SO RIGHT!! i really like the role anzu played in the anime; her bond with trickstar is so sweet 😭😭. but imagine you go to school and have to be a producer/manager for so many units, then eichi makes that huge company and you get even more units to handle and make outfits for among all other things, also this one other producer weirdo in eden might be plotting to kill you sometimes? all this while you try to keep some kid who sometimes is possessed by the ghost of his sister from exploding and some weirdo named gatekeeper is gatekeeping your future ig. and on top if it all the game has the phonecall feature which scares me every time and this was a recent phonecall i saw. let anzu say fuck off in 2025!!!!

i DO love their dynamic so much!! the way ibara will never forgive yuzuru for something that was completely inevitable... OOOGGG. i am plotting a short comic about ibayuzu soon, for now have this screenshot of ibara going out of his way to be mean... stay tuned 2025...!!!

my overthinking ass has been sitting on this one for a while. is it ok to say thank you ?!!

@alchemial WAA thank you, i will immediately use my newfound voice for evil. all of crazy:b already failed step one of "never be a loser" and they will never recover 😢

this is the highest praise one can achieve ;_;. i hope my art and comics can keep cheering you up forever!! 😭😭😭 ill keep drawing!

🇪🇪 JEEE mega et arvustuse kirjutasid ja osalesid, see on tähtis!! jalg ukse vahele saada ja midagi sellist enda jaoks ära teha on ülihea; eriti kui see oli raske ülesanne. see on tõesti väga naljakas et see tuli selline riburada juhtumeid; alustades zine tõlkest ja lõpuks müürilehe võistluses osalemisega:D tubli oled!!

HIII ANON SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO RESPOND 😭😭😭 YOURE SO SWEEET AAAAAA im a lil speechless!!! but i'm so happy to hear you made it through finals and made it back home; your dad sounds like a complete sweetheart!! ;_; thank you so much for your support and love, so glad you enjoyed the Kohaku study drawing 🫶🫶🫶 hope you had a wonderful end of the year and that you have a safe and fun new years!! 💫💫💫

thank you all once again!! mwah mwah mwah mwah

[joeloverture]

ok, more on this because apparently i have to say all of this. if responding to it makes the hate worse i honestly could not give less of a fuck about it than i already do. i am here to express myself so u best believe that is what my ass will be doing!!

this is gonna be a bit long and a bit winded bc ive been keeping this close to my chest for a while.

i genuinely don't fucking write for an audience. if i was writing for an audience you'd have never seen me post fair's fair. you'd have never seen me writing flesh currency! i write what i want. when i'm horny. when i want to make other people horny (i guess?). when i feel like it. when im healthy enough to do it.

no my fics are not the magnum opus. no they arent being strung up in the goddamn louvre. that isnt what im trying to do. i juice joy out of my fanfic writing and am KIND enough to put it on the internet for others to enjoy if they so wish. nobody is holding you at gunpoint to read my "shit writing".

fanfic writers either dont post enough or they post too much you really, really gotta pick one.

i spent like 5 months on hiatus in debilitating pain and was in and out of the hospital for a few weeks out of those months. i couldnt even write a goddamn diary entry. you have no idea how happy i am to have my creative voice back.

its... my winter break. of fucking course im writing lol i dont have anything else to do!!!! there's nothing else id rather be doing because i actually like this!

id rather write as a hobby than crank out anon hate, personally. maybe that's a me issue?

then, a bit more on identity and the role of identity in all of this

ive had to start counting the amount of anons i get with hateful slurs in them. since coming back i've been called the r slur. the f slur. the c slur. the b slur. everything in the fucking book. not only is it uncreative, its regressive.

y'all either dont like me because im annoying or blatantly showing autistic traits or outspoken abt being marginalized or bc you dislike my writing or because you have absolutely nothing better to do (the latter of which is particularly pathetic)

regardless you are weaponizing my identity to either try to terrorize me in general or drive me off of this site. think about how weird that is.

also so many of these asks are laden with an undercurrent of ableism. like, oh my god, the disabled girl is posting a lot ! woah! holy shit! call the fucking news outlets!

oh my god, the disabled girl is showing autism traits on main!!!! should we call autism speaks? should we invite sia?

this isnt even me defending myself, i feel no obligation to defend myself against these fuckers. i just did want to arrange my thoughts for the dash. sometimes talking helps me compose that sort of thing.

[laura1633]

I don't normally answer asks like this because I feel that it is unnecessarily rude. I normally just block. I have taken a screen shot and answered like this as it still gives me the option to block.

I can't really work out what you are going on about anon. I am assuming it relates to the poll I put up to decide which of the prompts I am going to write next. However, I quite clearly stated on that post that the prompts I am writing are not limited to those five and that I am going to get around to as many as possible. I also quite clearly stated on the request for prompts that they were going to be written between December and March, we are still in December!! I also clearly stated that I can't promise I will get around to all of them but I will get through as many as possible in that time. I am not going to rush them out and not be happy with the result, what would be the point of that?! I would prefer to get through 10 and give them the time they deserve rather than rush through 20 of them!. Also, ideas are never wasted, people can send them to other authors who are requesting prompts or write them themselves if they think I am taking too long, I am not gatekeeping people's ideas!

I'm not sure if you are aware but I write for fun. I have a full time job and a life away from this. I opened prompts because I thought it would be nice to write a handful of them for people. I didn't do it 'to get people's attention' or to 'get compliments'.

I can't work out if this is related to one of the other asks I have received questioning why there is no bottom Charles in that poll. Maybe that is what you are getting at as it sounds like this is a follow up to another ask?

The poll specifically did not have any obvious bottom Charles in it because I thought it would turn into a bottom Charles v bottom Max vote. This was just one poll to help me choose the next one to finish!

Anyway, thanks for making sure that this was the first message I woke up to this morning! I am going to continue writing the prompts over winter break as promised because people have sent in some lovely prompts that I can tell they have taken time over but things like this only make me want to delete my ao3 and Tumblr and never write another word again. Although maybe I am just saying that for 'attention' and 'compliments.'

Sorry to everyone else who had to read my rant 😂 I did the poll because I am struggling a lot with my adhd at the moment and I hoped it would give me a little direction and something to focus on to get me back on the right track with my writing! <3 <3

[xxplastic-cubexx]

your movie charles art gives me cuteness aggression

obsessed with getting these asks back to back and yet they both hold some truth i think ...... thank you very much everyone ....

[devotion-disorder]

i fully forget harper doesn't have a canon appearance cause everytime i think of him your design comes into mind

IVE CANONIZED HIM

jus kidding LOL at the same time it's really interesting to see everyone else's interpretations of him! like i never thought to give him glasses but that seems to be a common idea...maybe in an alternate universe i wouldve drew him differently?

in fact, i almost designed him like those anime characters that always had their eyes closed. but that got scrapped cause i reeaallly wanted to show off his pink eyes. it might be a better design for characters like Jordan anyways

[bixels]

hey um. u sure make a lot of art about lesbians for a man. you're normal about us, right? ;;

What? Yeah, I’m normal about y’all.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

What's your opinion on malewife/house husband Adrien posts? I asked this to another blog, and like I said to them, I find them a guilty pleasure: The concept is cute, but I know that would be the last thing Adrien would ever wanna be after all his dad put him through.

I don't think that it would be the last thing that Adrien would ever want. I actually think it suits his character in a lot of ways, you just have to handle the topic with care.

First let's talk about why it suits him.

Miraculous has totally failed to give Adrien any sort of career-based passion and - if we ignore the senti complication - I honestly love that for him! I want more characters with no major life ambitions to balance out the Marinettes of the world!

I think that society places way too much pressure and value on finding the perfect career that fulfills us in every way while also allowing us to put food on the table. Most people will never find that and that's okay. It doesn't mean that you've failed or that you're lesser. For most people, the goal is to find a career that pays the bills and that you enjoy enough that you don't hate doing it 40hrs/week. Along similar lines, for most people, your passion will be something that doesn't make money. It will be something like a hobby or spending time with those you love or analyzing badly written French TV shows.

This brings us back to Adrien.

Adrien seems to get a great deal of joy from being around his loved ones and making them happy, so I can absolutely picture him finding a lot of joy in running a home. This is extra true because Marinette is pretty clearly career driven and she's planning to go into a creative field, so she'll probably have a pretty crazy schedule and struggle to stay on top of it all. Having a loving husband to take things like cooking and cleaning off of her plate would be a blessing and a gift that she'd greatly appreciate, but that would feel unbalanced if Adrien was working, too. (Yes, they could hire staff, but that risks the secret identity thing, so I don't see them doing that.)

If they both have power careers, then they'd barely see each other and I hate that for them. I think that it would make Adrien incredibly sad and depressed. Plus, while Marinette thrives off of competition and staying busy, only needing occasional breaks before diving right back in, Adrien seems to hate busy schedules and heavy work loads.

Given all of that, I think that there's a lot to be said for Adrien stepping away from the working world. Especially since he's been in it for years and being a child celebrity is no joke! I think it would be nice for him to escape from strict schedules and expectations. Dinner fails? Order takeout!

While we're on the topic of food, I really like the idea of Adrien falling in love with cooking. Dude needs a creative outlet and that's honestly a great one (I hate it when people write characters as unable to figure out cooking like it's some cute quirk. While an initial struggle is believable, it's not a mystical art that takes years of practice. Between YouTube, the wider Internet, and maybe some classes if he wants to get fancy, I think that he'll be fine.) There's so much variety with what you can do in the kitchen and the end result gets to be shared and appreciated by those you love. It just seems like a perfect fit for him, but I would never make him a professional chef because the hours are insane and the pressure to be perfect is high. I only see him loving it as a hobby where he can go at his own pace, take days off, and make lazy meals when he's not feeling like being a show off.

The big concerns that come with making him a homemaker are a lack of financial independence and a lack of socialization. I don't see the first thing as an issue for Adrien since he comes from a wealthy family, so that one doesn't phase me.

The isolation could very easily be an issue, but it could just as easily be a problem if he started working, too. It's not as if a job is a sure way to have friends or even just consistent positive social interactions, which is another reason why I don't really see a need to give him a traditional job. You can get a vibrant social life in lots of other ways.

Here are the two big things that I keep in mind when writing an Adrien-as-a-homemaker or similar setup as it is where I tend to have Adrien land for all of the above reasons:

Adrien needs to be active in some organization or project. Volunteer work is a good fit as is being an active stay-at-home parent or some combination of the two. Voice acting is also on my radar, but my default is to have him act as the head of team miraculous' out-of-battle activities. Scheduling meet and greets. Going to see sick kids. Jetting around the world for humanitarian aid missions. Basically let Chat Noir be his "career" which gives him a lot of much needed flexibility for making his own schedule, especially if he's a stay-at-home parent to any eventual kids. I also like the poetic nature of Adrien finally being proud to be the face of a "brand" via his hero side while his civilian side becomes just some guy that people kind of remember from old ads.

Consider having a non-traditional living arrangement. I am a big fan of hero teams living together, so my default is to take the Agreste mansion and remodel it into a secret HQ for the team. Adrien and Marinette would have their own apartment/wing/whatever, but they'd still be surrounded by their found family on a near-daily basis, so that social isolation is the last thing on Adrien's mind. There's almost always someone to hang out with! You could also just have Alya and Nino or other friends live in the same apartment building so that they're over a lot/Adrien has a place to hang when Marinette is working late because you know that she'd do that.

Basically, Adrien's rich, so he doesn't need to make money and he doesn't seem to have any interest in a normal job, so I really like letting him having a unique life where he doesn't have a traditional job. He is a superhero, after all. Unique career paths are pretty par for the course. You just have to be careful to make sure that all of this feels like his fully informed and carefully considered choice and not like you forced it on him to make Marinette's life perfect (I only brought her up earlier because this is a story and it makes sense to design characters around each other). I usually do this by sending Adrien to therapy in his late teens or by giving him some other parth of self discovery.

Do note that all of the above is inspired by my read of Adrien which may be totally different from your read of him and that's fine! I just can't picture him as someone who thrives in a traditional career path based on knowing people who strike me as similar to him and from whom I draw my understanding of how to write that part of Adrien's character. I think that he'd be perfectly able to have a traditional career path, but I also think that he'd be pretty miserable for a lot of reasons.

I'll also note that I'm not sure what posts spawned this ask, so there may be elements of those that I'd have criticisms of. This post was about the general concept of Adrien being a homemaker. I tend to avoid the broader fandom for my own sanity and the use of the term "malewife" has me concerned that I'm implying support of something I wouldn't actually support because that's a new one for me and it sounds incredibly sexist.

I'm not a fan of implying that the default definition of "wife" is "submissive homemaker" so a man taking on a homemaking role is clearly submissive and acting like a woman does while his aggressive, domineering wife is acting like a man, which is the definition of this word that I'm finding online and yikes! Wife and husband are legal/social status in my book. They are not clearly defined jobs/roles/personality types, so I'm not a fan of using gendered terms to refer to stuff like this especially since I do actively try to use gender neutral words in my own writing whenever I can, though I'm certainly far from perfect on that front.

I also don't see homemaking as a submissive act. It certainly can be, but that's not how I picture Adrien at all! I picture him as relaxed and plesent, but 100% in charge of the home and all choices about how it's run. I also see him being in charge of their finances like homemakers often were in the "old days" since they were the ones in charge of things like scheduling cleaners, buying food, and other things that needed strong budgeting skills while the person who worked wasn't actually spending money or managing the home since they were at work. I like to think that Nathalie would prep Adrien to be a wealthy man and so he'd have strong skills in finance management.

[crystallizsch]

Hello! I would like to say that your art my favorite in the entire fandom, I don't know how to describe it but it just feels the best 💃 The way you draw the characters is very nice, Jamil is one of my favorites and you have his personality captured very nicely! Anyway, I hope you have a good day and I hope a lifetime supply of your favorite food drops from the sky for you 🤸‍♀️

AAHH THIS IS MAKING ME CRYYY ANON

i've never received a compliment about my art like this before so that's such an honor to hear 😭💕💕

THANK YOU SO MUCH I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST (*chucks this out here as another thanks*)

[hidedino]

I wonder if that's why Ramón keeps calling Pac his pai now as well, if he isn't able to see Fit for a while, then maybe Pac will be there to take care of him and they can be a comfort to each other until Fit returns.

that would be such a huge brain play from ramón's admin if he'd started calling pac his pai because he knew what cc!fit was plotting and wanted to plan it out ahead. and it does make sense because if ramón were to not get as involved with pac, the caretaking duty would've been relayed to tubbo who has recently also been spending time with him.

and imagine if pac were to officially adopt ramón as they wouldn't be certain of fit's return and then fit came back to pac being ramón's established co-parent. ramón deserves that second parent after he's had to live with only one dad the longest out of all the eggs. he needs to receive something good out of this bad situation he might find himself in.

[skeletalheartattack]

hi I like gelato a lot

[scatterbrainedbot]

IM LITERALLY SOBBING AT RHE SIGHT OF YOUR RAT SONS OH MY GOD THEYRE SO CUTE PATOOTIE THEIR DESIGNS ARE SO APPEALING TO ME THE LONG FACES ARE JUST HGGHGHGHGH

sobbing u say? dont worry anon, mikeys got just the thing

[angeart]

I am so in love with Mumbo taking up sewing and making everyone outfits and things. And making Grian his sweater, my heart. And just, everything about the two of them, I love them. T-T Also something about Grian going to find Mumbo in the rain, and now Mumbo is trying to find him after a fire... (also also you keep saying 'if you want' Ange I always want, I love Ange rambles)

-🎀

something about sewing actually requiring long hours of sitting still. his hands are moving, though, and there is progress constantly! he's learning to calm himself and to stay put in a way, while feeling productive and useful. it's a bit of a struggle at first, but he settles into it, finding that it helps him feel calm and grounded <3

and he likes figuring things out! whether it's tailor cuts or patterns or, you know, the redstone for the stage. it puts him at ease to have a problem to solve (a harmless one!!)

and and and. yes!!

him and grian together are so precious to me. so important.

i know boatem circus au fics so far have focused on mostly scar and grian, but this is behind the scenes, and grian had more than just scar to rely on. mumbo's done a lot for him!! and he is so attached, he did his best for mumbo too!

... and. mmhm. mumbo's now trying to find him.

thinking what if he won't? what if this is it? what if he failed?

[polarisbibliotheque]

a day when you upload is a good day for me <3

You're seriously my biggest inspiration for getting better at writing, thank you for all your hard work!! I always look forward to whatever you write, it's always a work of art!

IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO ANSWER BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU KIND BEAUTIFUL SOUL

Know your pocket writer is dying of feels currently, will be back shortly

But really, thank you so so much for your kind words! I can't do anything without inspiration and knowing someone holds my works with such high regards, makes me melt and be more and more inspired to write!

I'm currently working on the Halloween specials, and that's what I'm probably going to post next, so it's going to take a while. But I do hope you'll be here and you'll have a blast with it! That's why I keep on writing! ^^

Again, thank you so much, my dear! I hope you can become an exceptional writer yourself, much better than your little pocket writer here ;)