#but i ain't being much subtle either

[that-mad-indian-woman]

And if my words fail; I will write to you. Long letters, stained with red kisses on the envelopes and fresh jasmines from my hair pressed between the sheets, hoping the scent reminds you of me.

And if my letters fail, I will sing to you. I will sing to you love confessions. Loud into the night sky, hoping you would hear it when you close your eyes. Hoping my song lures you to sleep when your insides churn with fear.

And if my songs fail, I would dance for you. In silent halls, in my prettiest red anarkali, shimmering in jewels, spinning round and round till you feel me dancing in your soul, dizzying your consciousness, as the music builds up and my payals ring in your ears, intoxicating you in love.

And if all else fails, I will wait for you. I will wait by the doorstep, my heart clutched in my hands. I will wait till ivy grows on my feet; till all the ghungrus and sitars and shayaris dim in the distance.

And when you finally return home, I will hold your face in my hands with tears in my eyes, and keep talking, keep singing, and keep dancing till my heart fails my words, my voice fails my throat, feet fails my grace and breath fails my life.

[iorekbyrinson]

thoughts on bcs characters and their pullman-universe daemons

James McGill - Weasel or stoat family. The long sleek shape of the mustelid can squirm through any hole after its quarry, taking down prey several times its size. Folklore associations with being untrustworthy, unscrupulous, despite its diminutive size. Also known as the family from which Pantalaimon, daemon of Lyra Silvertongue, heralds from - associations of the protagonist.

Kim Wexler - Jackal. A desert animal with associations of the howling prairies, independence, a looming threat in a familiar canid form. However, jackals have a little known quality of centring the majority of their social behaviour around a monogamous relationship; marking out territory together, forsaking packs mostly for the pair bond. Cunning, determined, opportunistic.

Chuck McGill - Porcupine. Like all Rodentia, porcupines are intelligent and frugal, not carnivorous by nature but certainly with enough natural advantages. Unusual tree-dwellers that live far above the rest of the creatures on the forest floor, the porcupine's most notorious trait are its barbs, shaped so that they stick in the skin and cannot be pulled out.

Howard Hamlin - Golden retriever. Exactly what it appears to be to a fault, the ubiquitously loved animal has a few significant traits; it is above all a retriever, an animal that works in tandem with a master to seek out prey and skilfully return the prize, and any attempts to isolate this intensely social breed go awry - the animal withers away.

Nacho Varga - Rusty-spotted cat. The smallest wildcat in the world, to mistake this feline for its domesticated counterpart is a mistake; it is a predator of its lands, feeding on rodents and any creature beneath it, and has the hallmark of being one of the most successful predators relative to its size in the world. However, this elusive, nocturnal little wildcat has its weaknesses as a daemon; it will not stop until it is at the top of its food chain, even if it exists in an ecosystem where it will be swallowed alive. It has the typical feline traits of aloofness, independence, and particularly beautiful eyes.

Lalo Salamanca - Vampire bat. Largely associated with the handsome, deadly supernatural creatures of mythology, vampire bats do, in truth, hold blood as the superior tonic above all, and are also vastly social creatures; grooming, feeding, and raising families within a group that has strong ties to family members, but also makes room for non-relatives too. They hunt entirely in the dark. Like most of the bat family, their need to communicate means their high pitched chirps are constant when flying through the night sky. An unusual daemon for an unusual man; be watchful of his reflection in mirrors. It may not always be there.

Gus Fring - Coati. A daemon can sometimes settle in the appearance of an animal of meaning to an individual; and the mercurial and mysterious Gustavo Fring has inferred the coati's importance as much in his fateful recollection. However, the coati is also no insignificant animal; it is preyed upon by nearly every major predator in the Americas, but the coati has a tough hide attached to its underlying muscles, making it extremely difficult for teeth to get a hold. It is a contained and somewhat elegant looking small mammal with a handsome pair of spectacles around its dark, round eyes, and a reputation for intelligence rivalling that of its opportunistic cousin, the raccoon.

Mike Ehrmantraut - Badger. Whether of the European badger flavour; forest-bears of quiet and solitary pursuits, devoted to the burrows of their families, or of the American type, the fearsome ratel or honey badgers that face down mountain lions without a second look, badger daemons carry the traits of strength, perseverance, and an undeniable aggression that make them the animal that never backs down. Badgers construct setts that go deep below the earth, a vast underground system of resources that belies the staid, unemotional appearance of these creatures. Man + mountain indeed.

[sugoroo]

TRADING CARDS!

ʚɞ summary: toji’s in need of some cash, and you’re in need of having your cherry popped! he’ll take your v card if you lend him your credit card. simple, right?

warnings: fem!reader, penetration (p in v), breast play, tummy bulge, squirting, loss of virginity (reader), fingering, oral (f receiving), age gap (reader just finished college), tojis a bit of a perv, 18+ minors dni.

wc: 7.2k

"hey, doll?" toji grunts as he pokes his head into your room, his hands shoved deep in his pockets as he shoots you a slightly apologetic grin. "i'm gonna need ya to cover my half of the rent again this month."

you look up from your phone, your lips pulling down into a small frown at his words. this isn't the first time this has happened, and it certainly won't be the last, either. "seriously, toji?"

toji simply gives you a noncommittal shrug in response, turning the pockets of his sweatpants inside out as if to further prove his point — there wasn't a single cent in sight. "i ain't got nothin', sweets. hardly been able to buy food these last few days."

you roll your eyes, letting out a soft huff at his not-so-subtle attempt to make you feel bad for him (which almost always worked, and he knew it.) "fine. but you better come through next month. i can't keep covering you."

he lets out a sigh of relief, reaching out to ruffle your hair with one his large hands. "yeah yeah, i'll pay up next time. promise." he was lying through his teeth, and you both knew it. but you chose not to comment on it — maybe a small part of you wanted to keep toji as your roommate, even if you had to pay his rent half the time.

toji heads back out into the living room to lazily slump across the couch, leaving you to your own thoughts.

it was really starting to grate on your nerves how much you had to support him. he's a fully grown man, and you're a young girl fresh out of college. and yet, somehow, you ended up being the one paying his bills with the leftover money from your summer job.

and maybe it wouldn't bother you so much, if you weren't so constantly pent up.

college was supposed to be your time to shine, where you'd attend countless parties and have meaningless hookups with guys in bathrooms, just like all the movies you watched when you were younger.

but it wasn't really like that. and as much as you loathe to admit it, you're still a virgin. with only your own feeble fingers to keep you company, you can probably count on one hand the amount of orgasms you've had in your life.

and that's when you have an idea.

it's just like trading cards — toji takes your v card, and in return, you lend him your credit card.

it's shameless, and you might've felt embarrassed with yourself for even coming up with it if you weren't in dire need of releasing some tension.

and if toji's as desperate for money as he makes out like he is, maybe he wouldn't mind agreeing to your little proposition.

the only catch in your genius idea is that you actually have to ask toji about it.

you've been lingering outside his bedroom door for what feels like hours, trying to figure out how to actually phrase your proposal without making a complete fool of yourself.

but just as you timidly raise a fist to knock, the door swings open, and toji walks right into you, causing you to collide face first with his toned chest. you barely register the two strong hands that rest over your shoulders to steady you, your mind suddenly laser focused on the way your cheek is squished between his pecs.

"oops. sorry, doll," toji chuckles heartily, moving one of his hands from your shoulder to gently grasp your hair and pull your now noticeably flushed face away from his chest. "didn't see ya there."

"n-no, it's my fault." you manage to stammer out, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to regain your composure. shit, you hadn't even asked him yet, and you were already a mess.

he raises a thick eyebrow at your skittish demeanour, his hand leaving your hair to teasingly poke at one of your adorably pink cheeks. "aww, what's this? you blushin'?"

you try and shoot him a glare, but it looks more like a pout than anything else as you meekly swat his hand away from your face. "shut up, toji. you're the one who walked right into me."

he lets out a deep, amused chortle at this, crossing his arms over his chest and staring down at you with a lazy smirk. "right. and you're the one who was lingering outside my door like a creeper."

you let out an embarrassed huff at his rebuttal, knowing there's no way to deny it now. you take another deep breath, idly wringing your hands as you crane your neck to look up at him. "yeah. about that. i, um, i wanted to ask you something."

toji cocks his head to the side, his expression turning mildly curious. "oh? what could you possibly want to ask this old man, hm?" he grunts, your little nervous fidgets not going unnoticed by him.

"w-well, i, um..." you begin, your features twisting up into a grimace as you struggle to get the words out. damn it, you were already cursing your past self for thinking this was a good idea. "i have a proposition for you."

this seems to pique the dark-haired man's interest, and he straightens his back slightly, reaching up with a large hand to scratch his chin. "what kind of proposition are we talkin', sweets?"

you swallow thickly at the way he puts such emphasis on the word proposition, as if he already knows exactly what you're thinking. but of course he doesn't — how could he?

"the kind of proposition where i lend you my credit card to help with your little... money problem," you begin, fighting to keep your voice as steady as possible. "and in return, you..."

toji's eyebrows raise even higher at your words, and he lets out a grunt of irritation when you trail off at the end of your sentence. "in return i what? use your words, doll."

"and in return, you..." you repeat quietly, your voice becoming consistently quieter until the last few words come out as a mere whisper. "help me lose my virginity."

the silence that follows your words is absolutely deafening, the only noise being the faint sounds of cars passing by the road outside the apartment.

you immediately start thinking of ways to salvage the situation, maybe just laugh it off and say it was a prank or something. it's a flimsy excuse, but it's better than this painful silence.

just as you open your mouth in an attempt to backtrack, toji grasps your chin in one large hand, effectively shutting you up with the movement. "you're a damn virgin?" he rasps out, turning your flushed face from side to side as if examining it would help him find the answer.

"u-uh, yeah," you mutter sheepishly, shrinking in on yourself slightly under the sudden intensity of his gaze. "why do you sound so surprised?"

toji barks out an almost incredulous laugh, as if you were utterly ridiculous for even asking such a thing. "seriously?" he huffs, shaking his head. "you're a fine little thing. figured ya would've had guys linin' up around the block for ya at college."

your eyes widen almost comically at his words, your mouth opening and closing a few times as you try to form a coherent response. you never expected your considerably older, rough around the edges roommate to actually find you attractive. "i-is that a yes, then?"

he scoffs loudly at this, repeating your words back to you in a mocking tone. "how the hell do ya expect me to say no to that?" he mutters, the pad of his thumb skimming across your jaw. "i've done worse deals for a whole lot less."

you let out a long sigh of relief, some of the tension leaving your shoulders at his agreement. the hardest part was out the way — you'd managed to get him on board.

"hey." toji grunts, his hand on your chin squeezing hard enough to get your attention as he angles it higher, tearing you from your thoughts. "look at me when we're talkin', girl."

your eyes widen even further at his sudden commanding tone, your thighs instinctively pressing together slightly beneath your skirt. the reaction doesn't go unnoticed by toji, but he doesn't comment on it, simply filing the information away for later.

"ya sure this is what y'want, sweets?" toji asks, his voice barely above a low mutter as he leans his head down closer to your level, his hot breaths just barely puffing across your face as he seemingly searches for any signs of hesitance. "once it's done there ain't no goin' back."

"i... i know." you gulp, vaguely aware of the way his dark eyes follow the gentle bobbing of your throat. "i wouldn't have asked if i didn't want this."

he hums, appearing satisfied with your answer. his thumb moves from your jaw to the plump skin of your lower lip, pulling it down slightly before letting it snap back into place. "how long do i get ya credit card for?"

"how long?" you repeat, blinking a few times. you hadn't even thought about that. and it was becoming quite hard to focus with the way he was toying with your lip. "um... twenty four hours."

toji grunts in acknowledgement, but his lips start to spread into a mischievous grin, and you can tell he's not going to make this easy for you. "nah. forty eight."

you let out an indignant huff, your eyes narrowing at the audacity of this man. two whole days? he was probably planning on bankrupting you at this rate. "thirty six." you counter.

he lets out a hearty laugh, his chest visibly rumbling with amusement at your haggling. his thumb traces over your lip again, causing you to let out a shuddering breath. "mm. ya got y'erself a deal there, dollface."

"good." you mutter, reaching out a hand towards him in a gesture of sealing the deal. toji takes it, his large hand entirely enveloping yours as he gives it a brisk shake.

before you can even think of saying anything else, toji uses his grip on your hand to tug you closer to his chest, your face almost colliding with his torso again.

"i'm assumin' you've atleast kissed before?" toji muses, this thumb still tracing the contour of your lips as if that would answer his question.

you let out a small, embarrassed laugh, rubbing the back of your neck as you find yourself avoiding his gaze again. "yeah, i have."

toji tuts, yanking your chin back up again, more forcibly this time. "jesus, girl. what did i say about keeping your eyes on me?" he grumbles. "and whatcha laughin' for? i say somethin' funny?"

"sorry." you huff, your lips pushing out into an involuntary pout. "i'm not laughing because of you. it was just a really... bad kiss."

he hums in response, tilting his head to the side as his grin morphs into a small smirk. "damn. a virgin and you've never even had a good kiss. i got my work cut out for me here."

you try and shoot him another glare, a huff of exasperation leaving your lips. "no need to rub it in, toji. i'm paying you for this, remember?"

toji barks out an amused chuckle, shaking his head at your little attempts to try and look stern. cute. "yeah yeah, i know ya are. and don't worry, ya won't regret it."

you're about to open your mouth to retort, but before a single syllable can leave your mouth, toji's lips are on yours. they're rough and slightly chapped as they brush over your own, just the texture you would've expected them to be if you had to guess.

it's not a rough kiss, but it's not exactly gentle either. it's somewhere in the middle, somewhere that makes you think even the way toji kisses is just so... toji.

he pulls away after a few moments, letting out a soft huff of laughter at your dazed expression. "you still in there, sweets?" he hums, flicking his thumb against your forehead.

you can feel the way your cheeks flush darker at his taunting words, silently cursing yourself for getting so worked up over a simple kiss. damn it, it was so obvious just how touch starved you were. how were you going to make it through this?

"i'm still here." you grumble under your breath, causing toji to chuckle even harder. "and if you're just gonna keep laughing at me, maybe i'll go ask someone else to help me."

toji's chuckle turns into a bark of laughter, and his lips curve up into a smug grin as he flicks your forehead again. "no can do. we already shook on it. handshake's sacred, dollface. dontcha know?"

"ugh. you just made that—" you attempt to argue, but he shuts you up by pressing his lips back onto yours again, slightly rougher this time. you let out a sound of surprise against his mouth when his scar brushes against your skin, but slowly, you start to reciprocate the gesture.

he lets out a satisfied hum, starting to take a few steps backwards through the doorway of his room, his lips still moving against yours all the way.

you angle your face up to unknowingly chase after his lips when he pulls away, and you have to swallow down the embarrassing sound that threatens to escape you when you realize what you're doing.

toji snorts, shutting the door behind the two of you with a stupidly self-satisfied smirk stretching across his lips. "that attached to me already, huh? we only just started."

"i'm not attached." you scoff meekly, though your actions severely contradict your words as you lean up on your tiptoes in the search of another kiss.

"mhm. whatever y'say, girl." he mutters amusedly, his hand snaking under your chin again to help you reach his mouth. he meets you halfway, his kisses growing slowly more insistent as his tongue flickers out to swipe over your lower lip.

a soft gasp escapes your lips at the feeling of the warm, wet muscle asking for entrance into your mouth, but you comply, parting your lips to allow the intrusion.

he lets out a satisfied grunt, his tongue darting every which way as it expertly explores the warm cavern of your mouth. you just stand there, completely stock still, for a long few seconds before your own tongue starts to meekly lick against his.

"yeah, there we go," toji mutters into your mouth, his thick tongue easily enveloping yours as he rolls them together. he's so effortless with it, like this is second nature for him — you suppose it probably is. you're not oblivious to the amount of hookups he brings back to the apartment when he thinks you're asleep.

toji pulls back from your mouth with a lewd pop! once he registers that you need some air, observing the way your chest rapidly rises and falls like you can't get enough oxygen with silent amusement.

he's going to have such fun pulling more of these pretty reactions from you.

while you're still desperately trying to catch your breath, he slides both of his rough, calloused palms under the fabric of your shirt, his hands leaving a tingling trail of heat across your skin.

"wait—" you begin to protest, but whatever you were going to say trails off once you feel his fingers brush against the underside of your breasts.

he lets out a grunt of surprise, raising his bushy eyebrows. "no bra, doll?" toji scoffs, shaking his head. "you were ready for this, weren't ya?

your cheeks flood with embarrassment for the nth time this evening, and you feel the sudden urge to just shove his hands away and go back to your room to get yourself off with your feeble fingers. but you don't.

toji lets out yet another snort of laughter at your reaction, rolling his eyes. "i ain't sayin' it's a bad thing, girl," he mumbles, moving his hands to cup each of your breasts in his wide palms. "makes things easier for me. i like it."

you let out a small huff of relief at his sort-of-creepy reassurance, unable to fight the way your body instinctively leans into his touch, pressing your chest into his hands slightly.

he hums, removing his hands only to push your shirt up to get a look at your bare breasts, the fabric bunching up around your collarbone as he leans in closer to inspect your assets.

"toji!" you gasp in complaint, trying to push down the instinct to cover yourself up from your roommate's intense gaze. but when your hands fly up to guard your chest, he instantly grabs your wrists, making you freeze.

"ah ah," he chides with a smug smirk, easily moving both of your wrists into one hand while the other reaches out to fondle your breasts. "no need to be shy. ya got a nice pair of juicy tits right here."

his compliment is so lewd, and even with the way you attempt to wriggle your wrists free from his grip, he effortlessly keeps them trapped with one strong hand.

toji squeezes and kneads the supple flesh of your breasts, laving both with equal attention as he feels up every inch of skin available to him. he can't believe his little roommate has been hiding these pretty tits from him all this time.

when he leans down to pop one into his mouth, you let out a strangled gasp which quickly morphs into an almost pornographic moan when he starts to gently suckle at your highly sensitive nipple.

"shit." you manage to push out, your breaths becoming increasingly more erratic as he starts to flick his rough tongue over your perked bud. you can feel rather than hear the raspy chuckle he lets out at your reaction.

"so damn sensitive," toji rumbles as he pulls back from your breast, which is now shiny and slick with his salvia, before moving to the other. "y'like that, huh?"

it takes you a few moments to form a coherent response, your mind suddenly feeling unable to focus on anything other than the way he's practically making out with your chest. "y-yeah."

toji's smirk widens in a grin at your stammered words, clearly finding enjoyment in the way your body is reacting to his every touch. "bet ya do. poor thing, graduated college and still never been properly touched."

you let out an indignant huff, annoyance momentarily taking over your pleasure. damn it, why did he always have to mock you at any given opportunity? you're starting to wish you never told him about your virginity.

he snorts again at your huff, removing his mouth from your breast with a long, stringy trail of salvia connecting his lips to your chest. "whatcha huffin' for, girl? thought ya wanted this."

you shoot him another one of your trying-to-be-stern-but-really-just-pouting glares. "i do want this. but i also want you to stop laughing at me the entire time."

he rolls his eyes dramatically, acting as if not laughing at your expense was the most difficult thing he'd been asked to do today. "i'm not laughin' at you, dollface. i'm laughin' at those stupid ass college boys who missed out on having you like this."

before you can even begin to process his words, toji crowds you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the edge of his bed, and you instinctively plop down onto the mattress, looking up at him with wide eyes.

he snickers at your shocked expression, moving forward to stand between your legs. from this position, he towers over you even more than usual, and you have to crane your neck practically all the way back to meet his eyes.

"why so surprised, hmm?" toji drawls, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear in an uncharacteristically gentle touch. "y'think i didn't notice how pretty ya were the first damn day ya moved in?"

you open and close your mouth a few times before managing to pull yourself together enough to speak. "honestly? i kinda figured you didn't pay me much attention — considering how many hookups you bring around here."

he hums in response, moving his hand to grasp your chin and force you to maintain eye contact with him. "so you noticed that, huh?" he grunts, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "they're just distractions, really. i've wanted you for a while, but i assumed ya wouldn't be interested in and old man like me."

you can only raise an eyebrow incredulously at his words, as if he'd just said something ridiculous. "toji, you're so dramatic. you're not that old."

he barks out a loud laugh at this, slowly lowering himself to his knees between your legs. the audible sound of his muscles protesting the movement seems to disprove your words, making you wince. "no need to flatter me, sweets. i know 'm old." he mutters, his smirk still firmly in place.

you open your mouth to argue, but quickly forget whatever you were about to say when toji's large palms start to trail up your thighs, stopping just below the edge of your skirt.

"ya got no panties on too?" he asks teasingly, although you can hear the faint sense of actual curiosity in his tone. however, when his fingers graze against the edge of your lace panties, he huffs. "hmph. you disappoint me."

you roll your eyes at his words. you would've gone pantyless too, but unfortunately the prospect of finally losing your virginity made you so wet that you had to wear them to prevent yourself from dripping on the floor of the apartment.

"you've touched yourself before, i take it?" toji grunts as his hand moves to easily cup your clothed pussy in his palm, his smirk becoming a grin again when he feels how damp the material is.

you suck in a sharp breath, your eyes fluttering in pleasure at the feel of someone else's hand except your own touching your most sensitive area. "y-yeah, i have. but it's..."

toji seems to understand why you trailed off, letting out a hum of acknowledgement as his fingers start to rub little circles against your panties. "but your little fingers can't make you cum right, yeah?"

you can only manage a feeble nod, fighting the urge to start grinding yourself into his hand. he chuckles amusedly at your reaction, his fingers just dipping under the edge of your panties but not quite.

if you were one of his usual hookups, he'd probably be balls deep inside you by now. but you're not — you're his pretty little roommate he's had his eye on for a while, and on top of that, you're a virgin.

he's going to take his sweet time with you.

toji spends what feels like an eternity teasing you through your underwear until you're squirming restless on the edge of his bed before he finally, finally makes direct contact with your pussy.

"shit," he grunts as he swipes his finger through your sopping folds, the digit practically slipping across your slick skin. "you're so damn wet, baby. i've hardly even touched you yet."

you can't stop the pathetic whine that escapes your throat, your cheeks flushed a delightful shade of pink and your eyes half-lidded with need as you look down at him. "please, toji."

fucking hell. he actually has to restrain himself from just pouncing on you right there and then when you beg him so sweetly. instead, he lets out a raspy chuckle, his finger moving down to lazily circle your dripping entrance. "please what, girl? use your words."

"please..." you say again, your voice breathless as you wriggle your hips slightly underneath his hand. "touch me properly."

toji snorts at your phrasing, shaking his head. but before another retort can leave his lips, he's rendered speechless for a moment when he slides a finger into your entrance, your gummy walls instantly sucking him in.

"jesus," he mutters hoarsely, yanking your panties to the side with his other hand to get an unobstructed view of the way your little pussy flutters around his finger. "what a pretty fuckin' cunt."

you let out what can only be described as a mewl at his words, and the noise sounds foreign to your own ears. god, what is he doing to you?

he groans low in his throat at the sound you make, moving his finger around inside of you as gently as he can and brushing the thick digit against your spongy walls.

it should be illegal, really, how quickly toji manages to find your sweet spot. he's had a single finger inside your pussy for just under a minute, and the calloused pad of his digit is already grazing your sensitive g spot.

"ah!" you practically sob, your thighs instinctively clenching around his beefy arm. you've never felt such an intense spark of pleasure before — it's obvious you never managed to find that spot before when you attempted to get yourself off.

he grins smugly, brushing his finger over the spot again, almost touching it but not quite enough to properly stimulate you. "that's the spot, ain't it, dollface?" the question is rhetorical. you both know that's the spot.

but before you can start grinding yourself down onto his finger, he abruptly pulls it out, admiring the way the digit is now coated in your shiny slick.

you open your mouth to protest, or beg for more, or something, but all rational thoughts leave your mind when you see toji slip his finger into his mouth, sucking your juices from it with a low grunt.

"damn, that's good," he mutters gruffly, almost to himself, as he slides it out of his mouth with a lewd pop! — his eyes then fall back on your glistening pussy, his pupils dilated considerably more than before.

in a matter of moments, toji's slid your ruined panties down your legs, admiring the sticky mess soiled there before shamelessly shoving them in his pocket of his sweatpants.

"hey!—" you huff half-heartedly, but before you can even think of finishing the sentence, toji's chapped lips are placing a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses up your thighs.

"mmph," you moan softly, not bothering to protest as he slides your thighs further apart with his palms, his lips nibbling against the supple skin of your inner thighs, undoubtably leaving small marks that will bloom tomorrow.

"wanna eat you," toji murmurs once he's face to face with your pussy, his hot breaths puffing across your sensitive skin and visibly making your little clit twitch impatiently. "can i eat you, dollface?"

you crease your eyebrows a little in confusion at his request. from what you'd heard from your college friends, guys hated performing oral for girls. but the way toji was staring hungrily at your cunt, his tongue swiping across his dry lips, made you think he would simply laugh at you again if you told him that.

"o-okay," you mutter sheepishly. and the second the agreement leaves your lips, toji's burying his entire face against your heat, groaning into your pussy as he rubs his sharp nose up and down your sopping folds.

when he first slides his rough tongue across your sensitive skin, you swear you go cross-eyed for a full moment before regaining control of yourself. it's like nothing you've ever felt before, wet and warm and so deliciously lewd.

"fuckin' sweeter than candy," toji grunts against your skin, the vibrations causing your body to instinctively attempt to wriggle away. but he's not having it, his beefy arms wrapping around your thighs to keep you in place. "ah ah, no runnin', baby."

while before you might've tried to argue a little in protest, your brain has already turned to mush from just his finger and his tongue, so you can only let out a few unintelligible murmurs.

"yeahhh," he snorts as he continues to sloppily lap at your folds, gathering as much of your syrupy slick on his tastebuds as possible. "don't hear none of that backtalk now."

god, he's so messy with it. you can hardly manage to keep your eyes open to gaze at him, but when you do, it only makes your pleasure heighten to new levels.

you've never seen your roommate so focused on anything before — not even those storage wars shows he likes to shout at on the tv. his eyes are half-lidded, his thick fingers are digging into your thighs so hard you can visibly see the marks forming, and his tongue is ruthless as it delves in and out of your dripping hole.

"t-toji, shit. feels so good," you manage to stammer out, your head thrown back and your hands traveling up to tangle in his messy dark hair without thinking, tugging on it gently.

your action draws a raspy chuckle from low in toji's throat, and his sloppy, shameless tongue seems to speed up even more in response. you vaguely register a glob of saliva landing on your pussy, but just as quick as it falls there, he's already licking it back up. "c'mon, girl, i know you can pull harder than that."

you attempt to tug his dishevelled strands harder, but your hands feel weak, and your thighs are starting to shake slightly around his head. you notice a familiar spring coiling in the depths of your stomach, but it feels more intense than any build-up to an orgasm you've given yourself before.

"t-think i'm close." you gasp out, your mouth hanging open as you try and keep your body from collapsing back against the mattress. he's quick to help, his hands sliding up the back of your skirt to support your back.

toji hums in satisfaction, a shit-eating (or, in this case, a pussy-eating) grin spreading across his lips as he continues to devour you, his tongue repeatedly massaging your g spot.

it feels like he's trying to eat you whole, and it's completely overwhelming in the best way possible.

"yeah?" he mutters against your cunt, wrapping his lips around your puffy, swollen clit and sucking the sensitive bud harshly. "go on then, baby. cum for me."

it feels like a part of you was instinctively waiting for his permission, because the second those words leave his mouth, your entire body starts convulsing in his strong arms, a strangled cry leaving your open mouth as you orgasm.

your earlier suspicion was right, because this is the hardest you've ever cum before in your entire life. (not that there's really much competition). your limbs feel all tingly and airy, and there aren't really many thoughts left in your mind except from toji, toji, toji.

"hmmph," toji grumbles, pulling back from your cunt after he's sure every bit of your sweet release is down his throat. he looks up at you, snickering gruffly at the utterly dumb look across your features.

you look completely fucked out already, and he hasn't even fucked you yet. that's what happens when you make a deal with a virgin, he assumes.

while you attempt to come down from your high, toji shifts slightly, his knees aching slightly from spending so long on the floor. but even worse than that, is the raging erection he has straining against the material of his sweatpants.

it's been there since he started kissing you, and it's only gotten progressively worse as the time stretched on. he's so hard now that it actually hurts, and the small stain of pre-cum darkening the front makes him feel like a damn teenager again.

toji gets to his feet, ignoring the way his stiff muscles protest, and sheds his sweats and his boxers in one swift movement, kicking them somewhere across the room. he makes his way between your legs, spreading them even further apart to make room for his body.

"wait..." you mumble dazedly, your words adorably slurred as you blink lazily up at him, reaching out a hand as if silently asking for something. "don't y'want me to return the favour first?"

he snorts, although it makes something inside him warm the slightest bit at your consideration. "nah, dollface. you're paying me, not the other way 'round, yeah?"

your pouty expression from earlier returns, but before you can argue further, your eyes fall on his cock, which you only just notice is free from his sweatpants. it's bigger than any you've seen videos of online before, with a prominent vein running down the length and pearly rivulets of pre-cum leaking from the pudgy tip.

your mouth falls into a small 'o' shape, a sudden sense of dread filling you at the mere thought of trying to take that inside of you. why did you have to make this deal with someone who has such an unnecessarily large dick?

toji chuckles deeply at your reaction, cocking his head to the side with a smug smirk. "what? don't tell me you're g'nna chicken out on me now, sweets?"

you could just smooth down your skirt, hand him your credit card as payment for what he's done for you already, and walk right out of his room the way you came in.

but you don't. you've come too far already to back out now — you're this close to finally losing your virginity.

"no," you murmur meekly, swallowing thickly and tearing your eyes away from his cock and meeting his eyes again. "i don't wanna stop. it's just... is that thing really gonna fit in me?"

he barks out an amused laugh at this, his rough palms on your thighs squeezing in what's probably his way of giving you a reassuring gesture. "it'll fit, baby. i loosened you up a little already, so that'll help."

"okay," you mutter, your eyes flickering back down as he wraps a large hand around the meaty base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance and rubbing it along your puffy folds, gathering some of your creamy slick on the head. "is it gonna hurt? it's gonna hurt, isn't it?"

toji huffs at your hurried rambling, leaning his head down to shut you up with a quick kiss to your lips. "it'll only hurt at the start," he grunts in as soothing a tone as he can muster, bracing a hand against the headboard above you.

this seems to ease your nerves, if only a little, and you nod in a sign of silent permission. but he doesn't appear satisfied with this, and he grasps your chin with his free hand. "that ain't good enough, dollface. use your words f'me."

"y-you can start now." you murmur in response, your eyes glued to the way the muscles in his arm flex above you as he begins to slowly push himself in.

"fuckin' shit," he groans, the sound more guttural than anything he's let out so far as his cock breaches the first ring of muscle inside of you, his beefy arm visibly shaking as he tries to hold himself back from just plunging all the way in. "so damn tight in here."

your face contorts into a grimace as a rush of pain pangs through your body, your hands clutching at the sheets for purchase. you'd heard about it hurting online, but then again, most people didn't take a cock as big as toji's for their first time.

"sorry, babydoll." he mutters hoarsely, his gruff tone holding an underlying tone of genuine sympathy instead of the amusement he's shown so far — he's clearly aware of the strain he's having on your body.

he gives you a few moments to adjust to the intrusion, gritting his teeth to hold back any sounds that threaten to spill out of his mouth when he feels your cunt clenching and unclenching around him.

"you can keep going now," you manage to say, your eyes screwed shut and your hands fisted in the bedcovers as you try to deal with the pain. "i'm okay."

he grunts in response, the hand that was around your chin moving to grasp one of your balled up hands as he continues to sink himself inside inch by inch. he can feel how hard you squeeze his hand the entire time, probably cutting off the circulation to his arm in the process.

but he couldn't care less about that. not when he so close to finally being balls deep inside of his pretty little roommate.

"biiiig stretch." toji hums, a low, drawn out sound, when he finally feels himself bottom out, your spongy walls contracting and fluttering around him as if they can't decide whether to push the intrusion out or pull it in deeper. "there we go."

you, on the other hand, couldn't manage to string together a single syllable. it feels like toji has buried himself into your guts, like he's physically rearranging your anatomy right before your eyes.

toji lets his own eyes flutter shut for a moment, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. he knows you need a while to adjust to taking all of him, but damn if he doesn't want to pound you into the mattress right now.

you let out a strangled groan, wriggling around against the covers as your body stretches to accommodate his sheer size. it feels like he could split you in half without much effort. "p-please... start moving, toji."

"you sure?" he rasps gruffly, his hand gripping the headboard so hard his knuckles have gone completely white. "once i start i prolly won't be able to stop."

"i-i don't care. just..." you begin, unable to even finish the thought when he shifts slightly, unintentionally pushing into you even deeper. "move."

he snorts at your desperation, but the sound turns into something akin to a growl when he pulls out slightly, before shoving himself right back in all the way.

"ah!" you sob pathetically, clinging onto his hand even tighter as he starts to shallowly thrust into you. shit, you're pretty sure you just felt something inside of you snap.

you're officially no longer a virgin.

"yeahhh." toji grunts above you, his lips spreading into a pussydrunk grin as he moves he moves his hips leisurely but expertly. you're starting to understand why his hookups always cry his name so loud through the thin walls separating your rooms.

the initial pain slowly starts to fade, being replaced by an overwhelming sense of pleasure and fullness. you bring your shaky legs up to wrap around his beefy back, your ankles locking against his skin.

"jesus, girl," he groans, his hips subtly stuttering in their pace in response to your actions. "y'er pullin' me in even deeper."

you open your mouth to apologize, or retort, or something, but it comes out as a slurred garble when you feel toji's fat cockhead brush against your cervix.

"uh huhh." he grins smugly, his hand that was interlaced with yours moving down to grip your hip and keep you in place as he quickens his pace slightly. he's being a little gentler than he usually would be just for you, but this is still toji here.

"t-too much!" you cry out, reaching up to grasp onto his bicep above you for some sort of support. your entire body is jolting against the covers in response to his increasingly hard thrusts, your mouth hanging open dumbly.

"nah, dollface," he grunts in protest, his fingers digging into the skin of your hip as if to ground you. "i know y'can take it. doing so damn well f'me."

toji brings his palm up from your hip to slide under your previously bunched up shirt, fondling your breasts and rolling one of your hardened nipples between his fingers.

this makes a loud mewl escape from your throat, your cunt clenching around him in response to the dual sensations. if you thought his tongue made you reach new heights of pleasure, his cock is a completely different beast.

you can already feel something strange stirring in the depths of your stomach. it's not like your previous orgasm, it's unfamiliar — it almost feels like you're about to pee.

"t-toji, feels weird," you slur out, squirming against the covers as you try to hold the rising sensation at bay. "like i'm gonna pee or something. m-maybe y'should pull out."

he barks out a laugh at this, as if he knows something you don't. his hand moves down to pat your stomach, right where the prominent bulge of his cock is moving in and out.

"that means you're gonna squirt, baby." he utters simply, making your eyes widen in surprise. now that's something you've definitely never managed to make yourself do before.

looks like you're gonna be ticking off more than one first from the list today.

"makin' ya squirt for y'er first time," he proclaims cockily, smirking to himself as he effortlessly keeps up the languid rolls of his hips. "i'm damn good, ain't i?"

"i haven't even squirted yet." you grumble, heat flooding to your cheeks in response to his teasing. he's still your annoyingly smug roommate, even when he's fucking you into his mattress.

"key word — yet." toji shrugs in response, his lethal thrusts quickening in pace. his rough palm pushes down right above your bulging tummy, causing you to let out a strangled gasp.

your cunt clenches impossibly tighter around him, your ankles digging into the skin of his back as you feel your second orgasm of the night start to wash over you. "fuck. g-gonna..."

"yeah? c'mon, baby, make a mess all on me." he grunts gruffly, his hand moving down to rub lazy, sloppy circles against your puffy clit, the nub pulsing under his touch.

"tojiiii!" you practically sob, the added stimulation sending you hurling over the edge before you can process it. your vision goes completely white with the intensity of your high, your breaths coming in heavy gasps.

"oh, thattt's it," he hums in satisfaction, lightly patting your pussy as he watches the gushes of clear liquid squirt out, lewdly coating the base of his cock and balls in your essence. "fuckin' good girl."

it only takes him a couple more strokes for toji to know he's close too, and he quickly pulls out, slapping his thick cock against the flushed skin of your tummy and giving it a few final jerks.

as much as he'd love to fill you up, he figures that since you're a virgin, you probably wouldn't be on birth control.

and he's not about take that risk.

toji lets out a low, raspy grunt as he spills his creamy, pearlescent cum all over your stomach, tainting the supple skin with his sticky, oozy mess.

he lazily tugs his boxers and sweatpants back up, wiping some sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand before leaning down and giving your cheek a quick, wet kiss.

then he saunters out of the room, leaving you panting and limp on his bed while he rifles through your purse on the living room table.

"i would've done that for free, by the way." toji mutters amusedly as he pulls out your credit card, waving it tauntingly in front of his face with the smuggest grin yet stretching at his lips. "see ya in thirty six hours, dollface."

© 2024 SUGOROO. please don't copy or translate any of my works without my explicit permission. all rights are reserved to me.

i’d like to dedicate my first proper fic to @screampied because her works inspired me to begin writing my own! <3

LIKES AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED!

[lilybecca1]

Wait, Bakudeku is literally considered canon in the Japanese fandom???!!! Like no joke, in Japan Bkdk being canon is actually a widely accepted thing?? Like, let me get this straight.

The manga was meant for Japanese audience mainly, so the romance would also be something that is suited for Japanese audience, not the direct and straight forward approach that non-japanese shows have when it comes to romance. And you guys remember the "Rest of our lives" scene? Well yeah, that's actually a marriage proposal in Japan. In Japan they don't say Will you marry me? Some of the most common proposal lines are literally:

“Let’s spend the rest of our lives together.”

“Having you by my side is what completes me.”

“I can't imagine my life without you in it.”

“I wish I could give you everything, but I hope that this ring is enough.”

"I will protect you forever."

Like bro what?? These are literally Bkdk coded. Like Izuku fr thought once that he can't imagine his world without Kacchan in it. And the “I wish I could give you everything, but I hope that this ring is enough.”?? Replace ring with hero suit and you get the freaking ending of the manga. And I will protect you forever is also so them like I just can't yjxnsjxjnxjdkkxkxkxkxkkdk

I know we were all waiting for Horikoshi to make Bkdk canon in some big way like at the end they're revealed to be together or some confession or some shit but we do forget sometimes that this is set in Japanese culture and in Japan things are very different. Much more subtle and way less straight forward and obvious. Most japanese husbands and wives don't even normally say I love you to each other, because they express love through different ways, like action. And that is very hard for our non-japanese brains to understand cause it's just so different over there and instead of being expressive, love in Japanese culture is more about gratitude expressed through actions and devotion. It's much more symbolic.

So then when we think back on all those Cherry Blossom official arts, well NOW it doesn't seem too far fetched to think it might mean something, does it? For us, all these little hints and symbolism are just that. Hints and symbolism. But for Japanese people? They know how to read it very well and it's common in Japan to express certain things through symbolism. Like "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" Is a full on marriage proposal line. It doesn't seem like it to us, but to them yes. Also let's not forget we literally have a scene with Deku looking out at the moon and Bakugo too 😭

So, if we look at it in a Japanese sense, and that in japaese culture, love is expressed in a more symbolic way, and through actions and devotion, then it isn't so hard to believe anymore that Bakugo and Deku are actually fully implied canon in the manga. I mean talk about devotion..Bakugo literally spent 8 YEARS to help fund that suit for Izuku. He took "actions speak louder than words" fcking seriously.

Like would it be better if Horikoshi actually made them say they were in love or made then kiss or something? Yeah, but realistically speaking that probably wasn't gonna happen either way. And the fact that the Japanese fandom, who the manga is literally meant for, is fr congratulating Bakudeku for being canon!!!! Like y'all if the japanese fandom thinks that they're canon then it's safe to say that they are. Because in a sense, Japanese people can read and understand that "language" behind those hints better than us. And if they say it's canon, then I bet my ass it is.

TOO BAD I AIN'T FCKING JAPANESE

Like seriously why is it so hard being European. We wouldn't believe something was true until the cold hard evidence was literally laid right in front of our freaking eyes.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

In my opinion, I've always seen a reflection between Jessica and Hobie.

[A SHORT post where I ponder about Jess and Hobie a bit]

It's so incredibly subtle - but balanced, in big and small ways.

For one, they both can be considered some of the only 'plain clothes' Spider-people.

It's ironic that Jessica is the only one who chooses to openly show her face, meanwhile in the comics - Hobie chose to actually show his face.

They both have natural hair, very strong in their standing and morals. They're willing to joke - with people they like and respect as equals - ignoring the people they don't:

Jessica jokes with Miguel, but doesn't speak to Miles directly. Hobie jokes with Miles right away, but doesn't speak to Miguel directly.

Personality wise, they have the same foundations - They're head-strong, and confident, organized, and considered leaders to the people around them - often being idolized by people they first meet (In Jess's case, Gwen - and in Hobie's, Miles).

Yet, we never really see this in action!!!

The two don't even really look at each other - I'm not even sure they like each other. They share two exchanges - one in which Jessica ignores him.

And the second, Hobies outright defiant towards her.

[gif credit to the lovely @happy-xy]

But-

They're both mentors to Gwen. Throughout the story, it's Gwen who's their focus.

They both offer her housing in one way or another-

And each time Gwen was stranded in her universe - it was either Jess or Hobie that came to her rescue.

Hobie's looking out for his drummer, Jessica with her star pupil.

So much could be said for their style of mentoring, the support they give to Gwen and how it affects her, and how it reflects truths within the Black community.

But to do that we'd have to clear up the dirt y'all be throwing on Jessica's name cause I AIN'T HAVING IT I REFUSE

And rest assured!!! Imma go to bat for the black woman IDC!!! I have the EVIDENCE!!!! If theres two characters Imma fight for it's THEMMMM (Miles is third srry Miles)

BUT ID KILLLL FOR A SCENE OF THESE TWO TALKING I WANT IT SO BAD

He's so 'I don't have to listen to you' She's so 'boy stop playing with me I'm not one of your lil friends'

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Heart Killers time, woot woot!

I do have to say, watching what's happening with Jack & Joker right now, I hope people are not letting their expectations get ahead of them with this one either... though I know that's probably a futile wish. Expectation is such a thief of joy, y'all.

Anyway, my only expectation in this is I will have a good time, so let's do it!

How this man doesn't just expire from Bison doing this to him, I have no idea.

Oh, this line. Jojo knows us so well.

Ooh, we're having a black vs red debate!

In Bison's defense, he looks really good in red.

Something cracks me up about Kant looking for hookups at the bowling alley. Is that really good hunting ground? Maybe in Thailand? Definitely not in the U.S.

Oh Jojo, you bad, bad man.

I am gonna get full on obsessed with Dunk's tummy, aren't I?

Also just realizing how much of this show I am going to spend thinking how good the pairings of FirstDunk & JoongKhaotung could be...

Lolol, target acquired!

Ha, this is so me when a man tries to tell me what to do.

I like Bison being all "if you wanna fuck me, just say so". We have a very direct man here.

Nooooo, Style don't be a stupid driver.

I was not expecting an early Fadel/Style meetup! See, it's fate.

Way to make a horrible first impression Style! But I am loving how their dynamics are. Fadel is such a tight ass, it's gonna be great when he cracks.

Quite a first time scene for our boys! And people say GMMTV is gonna tamp down the gay, lololol.

Also can we take a moment to admire this shot? The red, the mirrors, there's a lot going on here. Beautiful.

I like that the burger uniforms are a mix of Fadel & Bison colorwise.

I also think it's hilarious that Fadel ordered black plastic gloves to maintain his aesthetic.

Omg, I am dying that Bison shot a gun at karaoke. He's a little disaster.

Hmmmm, mother? Interesting...

Ooh, silver fox alert!

Always appreciate some eye candy for us older fans.

Ah, of course the cop is a manipulative jerk. Hot, but a jerk.

Ain't this just a mood.

Heh, when the man you just had mind-blowing sex with turns out to be an assassin you have to stalk. If I had a nickel...

Oh, I think Style is gonna be my favorite. Dumb and chaotic.

As much as I enjoy a height difference couple, there is something about two men who are the exact same height...

Also love the black & white - because they are opposites!

Wait...does Bison not know how to cook burgers? Did... did he just put the raw patty on the board they use to chop veggies? Am I going to get stressed about food safety in this action romcom?!

I like that Fadel has this subtle air of general menace about him.

Aaaaah, bashful Bison is so cute!!!!! "Take me out...nooooo...really?"

This boy desperately wants to be loved. My heart.

Style is a slutty menace and I love him!

I also love that they are establishing the attraction is there before the deal gets made.

Ah, I was wondering if Kant was a philosophical reference!

Does Jojo have a "First eating burgers" fetish? That's been two extreme closeups in one episode. Just sayin'.

"Crazy and bold" is pretty spot on for Style!

Oh don't try to complain Style, you know you want him.

Ok, the yellow & purple... Are these their real colors, or the ones hiding their real colors as they embark on their mission?

Another costuming note - both Kant & Style had sunglasses as part of their outfits when they started their lying... love that little detail.

Good lord, that many beers and I'd be peeing every two minutes.

Oh! Fadel figuring out they're friends already! What a twist!

This was so much fun!

[howlingday]

Another devilartemis cell vs x men 97

Rwby crossover

RWBY '97

Knight: TARGET IDENTIFIED. SURRENDER, MUTANT.

Cinder: For the last time, this is a Grimm implant! GRIMM! IMPLANT! How would you feel if I said you were a fucking air fryer, huh?

Jaune: Uh, I think he's talking about those guys.

Cinder: Who?

Ace-Ops: (Exist)

Cinder: Great! Another team of overinflated egos in spandex! Terrific! Okay, who's the one with the most trauma? Show of hands. Is it you?

Marrow: ???

Cinder: It's gotta be you. (Points to Vine) You're definitely on something. Nobody would purposefully be bald unless were high off something. Definitely scream "I'm not fit for anything BUT active duty".

Harriet: You talk way too damn much! (Rushes Atlesian Knight)

Jaune: So, what, did the robots become racist all of a sudden?

Clover: Well, actually... Well, yeah. The fugitive Arthur Watts hacked into our system and tampered with their coding. Now, they hunt down anyone that doesn't have human aura, including our own teammate, Marrow.

Jaune: (Staring at Elm's ass) ...I'm sorry, what? I missed, like, 90% of that.

Knight: (Head spins off)

Harriet: (Soccer juggling it) Problem solved!

Cinder: Not impressed. I could do that, too.

Knight: SURRENDER, DIRTY, STINKING, FILTHY MUTANT.

Cinder: What the fuck?!

Clover: Yeah, racist robots weren't what I'd expect, either.

HEY, YEAH~! I WANNA SHOOT, BABY~!

Qrow: Well, well, somebody better hang onto that non-existent budge! Are you telling me Clover has decent lines for once?! And I ain't just talking about his... dialogue~.

Cinder: Fucking hell- There's more of you?

Clover: He's not one of us.

Qrow: Y'know, Clovey, you'd think with all these AUs, somebody would've cared enough to give you an actual character.

Clover: (Readies Kingfisher)

Qrow: Oh, right, right, the part where you pick a fight with me... Yeah, because that worked so well last time. Doubt even [tumblr] could write our fight any worse. But you know who does have good writing?

Qrow: DevilArtemis! Yup! And by clicking that little link just above here, you can go support him on Patreon! That's right! This isn't a sponsorship! It's just an unpaid plug-in~!

Qrow: Click that link and maybe Clover will stop being such a dick! And just stick to having one, am I right?

Qrow: (Girlish scream, Chased off-screen)

Jaune: ...Do you think that Patreon plug was subtle enough?

Cinder: Fuck no!

Jaune: Shit! Plan B, Cinder!

Cinder: (Puts on straw hat, Dancing)

Jaune: (Plays banjo)

Patreon.com/DevilArtemis

[tokoyamisstuff]

Punchline pt. 1/3 - Buggy / Reader

Ch. 1 : Setup

Synopsis: Buggy is devastated that his s/o can't remember him.

Warnings: Slight Angst, Mentions of Blood and Injury, Some Cussing, Reader is so oblivious it physically hurts to watch

Tags: F!Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Miscommunication, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Not Proofread

Disclaimer: Guys I'm not rly into the lore of OP but I got a bad case of brainrot for the LA characters.

Sincerely sorry in case anything seems a lil' OOC or AU!

"Get. Out."

Buggy's voice may appear calm on the outside, yet it was low and laced with an unspoken threat. His words directed to the crew medic that was currently standing in the doorframe of the captains lair, not daring to move an inch.

And yet he wouldn't leave, instead gulping nervously as Buggy's icy glare kept him rooted on spot. To get a glimpse of the unconscious body in the back of the cabin, he dared breaking eye contact and peeking over his captain's shoulder - much to the displeasure of the latter.

"B-But boss" the man managed to wring out, stuttering in negative anticipation of the consequences. "You haven't let anyone close to her since the...incident. I-I really need to re-examine her wounds-"

"Do not make me repeat myself!" the clown sharpy cut off his subordinate, absentmindedly moving the daggers in his hands to soothe his nerves. "You better be grateful that you're of use to me." No, her, he corrected himself mentally, "Otherwise you'd be dead meat already. Now get lost."

As soon as the heavy wooden door shut, Buggy sent one of his daggers to pierce the place his crewmate had just occupated. How ironic he thought - a few years prior someone daring to talk back to him would've gotten pierced with no hesitation.

It was no news that Buggy had gotten softer ever since you stumbled into his life, and he still didn't know if it was for better or worse.

Anyways, his crewmates started to notice the subtle changes in their once feared - and loathed - captain.

Not that it mattered right now. As long as your life was still on the line, he couldn't care less about his reputation.

The man let out a deep, aggravated sigh before turning on that damn uncomfortable stool to face you again. Godfuckingdamnit, he never realized what a drunk he had become until he actually had to stay sober for your sake.

It had been three weeks already, and still no sign of recovery. You were still unconscious - no wonder, with injuries that heavy it was a miracle that you were even alive. And all this time Buggy refused to leave your side even for one second, watching you like a feral guard dog.

Not even his most loyal men had seen him this devastated before.

Right now you were staining the sheets of Buggy's bed with your own blood, having soaked through the bandages again. Nothing your lover couldn't fix though - he'd be damned if he weren't able to take proper care of you himself!

After all, he had once promised to give you the world.

And even when you humbly declined this great announcement of his back then, Buggy had already long since decided that you deserved nothing less.

In fact - though he would never openly say it aloud - you might be the only thing he held higher than himself.

Those kinds of sentiments were new to him and certainly didn't come easy either, but underneath it all he cared so deeply for you that it frightened him sometimes...

...exactly because of moments like those that leave him all helpless.

The very same man that sacrificed even his own men if it meant he could get away unharmed now wished to take this pain on your stead. Hell, even all of his riches he would gladly cast away if it meant seeing you smile again.

Instead he was left only being able to watch you suffer, maybe crack a joke or two in hope you might in fact hear him somehow.

"Now wake up, would you...this ain't funny" he muttered under a shaky breath, his hand lingering on your cheek for a bit longer after having placed a wet cloth on your forehead.

Maybe the sobriety made him clear-headed for a change, or it was the simple fact that you were alone, and therefore he could drop his usual facade.

Whatever it was, it urged him to speak from the heart.

"Shit, Y/N, I almost lost you there..." The man buried his face in his hands, voice cracking as he remembered how bravely you shielded him with your own body, saving him from a possibly lethal attack. "That shit could've cost you your life! And for what? Saving someone like me?! Quit joking!"

Well, truth be spoken, from his point of view this whole relationship was ridiculous from the very start - a joke without punchline, some might say.

Nonetheless, even though he had yet to understand how he of all people ended up so lucky, he wouldn't change it for the world.

For a moment he was contemplating whether to lie down next to you - and honestly, the temptation to cradle you in his arms was far too great to put into words - yet he refrained from doing so. You needed space either way, and he felt somewhat undeserving of your closeness after he had failed to protect you, after all.

"Of course he could lie down next to you - and in all honesty the temptation to cradle you in his arms was more like a need to him - but he refrained from doing so. You needed space either way, and he felt undeserving of your closeness after he had failed to protect you.

"You just wait, I'll become even flashier for your sake!" he promised with a determination, almost like newfound purpose. "Something like this won't happen again, promise!"

Squeezing your hands ever so slightly, he placed a kiss on your knuckles before wrapping the blanket to cover you completely. "I may be an egoistical, worthless scumbag but I'd do anything for you! Just get well, that's all I ask."

It was already way past midnight, and Buggy was still sitting on the chair next to your bedside, his face buried in the mattress as he collapsed due to exhaustion...

...yet he jolted up as soon as he felt you move.

Your face was contorting in pain as you stirred on the bed, basically your whole body aching - and the hammering sensation in your forehead was the worst of it all.

"Heya, Honey!" A way too enthusiastic voice exclaimed, "Was about time you woke up."

Due to your ears still ringing you could barely understand, all you gathered from the sound was that you were not alone in this almost completely dark room.

Panic began to rise in your chest because when the pain finally ebbed away, it made room for you to realize the complete void in your mind.

Where- no, who are you?!

Almost violently casting away the sheet you were tangled in, you frantically scanned your brain for some kind of hint, any memory at all, no matter how trivial...

...yet were left with noting but a vast emptiness.

"Hey! Heyheyheyheyhey!" That apparently male voice again, cutting your pondering out just before you hyperventillated yourself into collapsing. "You're having a panic attack or something?"

"Shh" the unfamiliar voice started to hush you - his tone mixed with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher - yet very obviously overchallenged with soothing someone. "It's alright, don't overdo it. You just woke up."

That person gently grabbed the sides of your shoulders, guiding you back to lie down again. You were too weak to struggle against that foreign touch either way...

...but there was also such a great and genuine concern present in his tone, that this stranger did seem to miraculously calm you down to some extent.

No matter who this man was, it seemed that he was really worried for your wellbeing.

From what you could assess already, at least it seemed like you were in a safe place, and with someone who nurses your injured self back to health at that...

...however, ultimatively that false impression of safety would quickly disappear as soon as you opened your eyes.

Blinking heavily so your sight would adapt to the almost nonexistent light source of the room, the blurred outline of a person would finally become more detailed - and what you then saw made your blood run cold.

His usual trademark grin appeared as a menacing gnarl to you, unknowingly making your fear even worse as he suddenly watched your face becoming drained of any colour.

"What the fuck-!" you screeched at this sight of a literal horror clown, reaching out to get you like straight out of a nightmare. Immediately shuffling away from him, you fell over the edge of the bed just to be caught into his very arms again.

"Dear, are you alri-"

"Leave me alone!" you then screamed, lashing out at the man while starting to sob uncontrollably.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Buggy would now snap back at you - admittedly not the best way to deal with the situation.

You yelled and cursed and cried as the man struggled to keep you trapped in his embrace, in a naive hope that you'd calm down and then maybe talk about whatever in the world had gotten into you - but to no avail as it seemed, since with every second passing you only got more hysterical.

"I'm starting to get angry, dollface" the killer clown chuckled darkly, a little out of breath at least, since you could still put up quite a fight. "Don't make me use my powers on you!"

Damn, sometimes he forgot that even while appearing all frail and innocent, you could pack a proper punch- and he got a harsh reminder of it as soon as your fist hit the bottom of his chin.

"Heh, feisty little thing. Now that's my girl!" He laughed, relieved to see you being so lively again - yet his insane, dark chuckle had the exact opposite effect he was hoping for. He wiped the blood from his bottom lip, the red liquid mixing with the make-up around his mouth. "Well, I warned ya."

If you thought to be at your lowest before, you surely didn't anticipate the man in front of you to just casually detach both his hands as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"M-Monster!" you shrieked as the gloved hands started flying to your direction, pausing for a sheer second as the word that fell from your lip made his chest narrow.

"Don't to-ouch me, you freak!" Ouch. That one hurt more than he cared to admit, so he covered it up by acting all confident and amused. "Takes one to know one, love."

Still, Buggy refused to believe that he or his presence might be responsible for this mess. He might've done a ton of mistakes in his life, but he was proud to call you one of the - if not the best - things he ever did right!

You must've hit your head really badly to act like this.

"It's only for your own good, sweetheart." Why the hell was that asshole calling you those names? To degrade you? To show you he doesn't take you serious?

No use in brooding about something so trivial as the most apparent threat were his hands. They were way too fast anyways, so you unsucessfully warded them off. Your wrists got pinned behind your back, tugging on you to lie on the bare floor, incapable to move.

"If you keep moving so recklessly your wounds will reopen, dear." You furrowed your brows together in confusion, eyeing the figure approaching you varily. "Look, I'll explain everything okay? Just calm down and let me help you. Stop making it harder than it has to be."

Never.

Trying to make any sense out of this situation left you with the only logical explanation: This...person right there was a pirate who - for whatever reason - had kidnapped and abused you to this point.

No matter how you ended up here, you needed to flee and get help, the sooner the better!

With every firm step of his towards you your alarm bells rang louder and louder, but your body was still weak and you had a disadvantage in both power and knowledge of your surroundings.

So you saved up your last ounce of strenght for one last, desperate attack.

"C'mon" he now said with a way more tender voice, and admittedly it was almost alluring in it's sound, weirdly enough pulling on your heartstrings. "Let's get you back to bed, should we? I swear upon the little honor I have, I'd never hurt you."

Liar.

"Fuck you!" you then roared just when he had crouched down in front of you, the force of your kick having sent him a good distance away and into the next best wall.

It took everything to not faint right then and there, but no matter who you were before all this, it seemed like you were no ordinary human either. So you went even beyond those limits and forced your legs to keep going...

...but not without shooting one last, derogatory and disgusted look towards your tormentor.

Buggy reached out of the collapsed wall with a shaky hand, your attack having kicked all air out of his lungs. He mutely called your name in between coughs and almost-sobs, still worried and wanting to plead for you to stay...

...but then you silenced him with a sentence that will be carved into his heart forever:

"Better not chase me, you ugly freak."

Maybe this was the punchline to the cruel joke that was your relationship after all.

[Next Chapter]

[some-pers0n]

hi hey just wanna let u know that i (this anon in particular) would always want to listen to your thoughts about The Thing youre excited about regardless of the reason or my knowledge or the time-space continuum!

YOU! Ohhh anon you poor soul. I'm terribly sorry. I have been holding onto this ask for a while, at least until the next time I felt as Energized about Them again. Shaking. Twitching. I don't quite know how to explain it. I can only take potshots at attempting to rationalize my thoughts behind them. With that said, here's more rambling about Engiemedic, the only thing I seem to care about

I've rambled about Engiemedic a fair amount of times before, either jokingly with goofy remarks about them or writing a giantass fic about them. They scratch a certain part of my brain that is difficult to really describe and pin-down.

Like I've never really "shipped" anybody before them. Did I like ships? Yeah sure of course. I've always liked considering relationships and thinking about how they intersect and are written. It's probably definitely the aroace bit of me talking, but I only really get involved in ships when there's really some substance to them.

It makes Engiemedic this weird fucked up anomaly to me then because what the hell do you mean that this decently popular non-canon pairing that's had all of like 30 seconds of shared screentime and maybe seven panels where they're in the same room at max has become so engrossing and fascinating to me. It's not like the usual ships where this happens to people; the ones with lengthy tragic tales tied to them or spend so much time with one another. It's just two silly guys

It just...perplexes me. It's odd. I can't describe what about it really draws me in, despite the fact I've written so much. I can at least try and figure out what it is though

I think the thing that made me first interested was simply the dynamic and jokes to be made. They are exceptionally silly, wherein I can fully believe them sticking together and doing weird experiments for hours upon hours. It's hard not to imagine them getting excited over whatever project they've been throwing themselves at. It's fun

Because ultimately both Engie and Medic are both unethical murderous science people, Medic obviously while Engie is a tiny bit more subtle. Their dynamic is interesting in that regard 'cause, when paired together, now you've got two weirdo freaky smart people tossing back ideas and before you know it now they're trying to create some sort of nuclear-powered contraption that explodes bones

It calls out to me in a way that other ships don't, especially Heavymedic. No shade to Heavymedic shippers out there, I think it's still a fun ship, but I don't find it as compelling with their dynamic. Heavy is a reasonable and level-headed guy. Yeah he kills people and laughs about their misery and whatever, but he's more stable than most other mercs. If Medic was to say "I want to self-isolate for days on end while I work to create the bubonic plague 2.0" Heavy would have concerns and try to stop him from doing it because What the Hell

Engie, however, would endorse it. I think Engie and Medic are very similar in that regard. They're dedicated to their crafts and understand the nuance and skill that it takes to partake in it. Engie obviously still has qualms and is there in case Medic clearly ain't right, but he's more likely to get caught up in whatever experiment that Medic is trying to do

Which brings me to my next point: the way they influence each other. When together, I think they are at their best and worst (morally at least). It's like that trope with two smart people coming together and being dumbasses, but instead it's with them making weird creations and doing odd experiments that ultimately do not benefit anyone. They simply do it for fun

On a more personal level, I think Medic draws out the parts of Engie where he tries to hide and represses. Headcanons, obviously, but I think Medic taps into Engie's more sinister nature as a maniac with a god complex and a hankering to kill and really draws it out. It's infectious and hard not to try and match his energy. Medic makes Engie want to get more creative with his projects and drives him to be more experimental and, of course, murderous

Likewise and, again, mainly headcanons, I think Engie helps Medic tap into a slightly more "human" side. I think Medic generally struggles with caring about other people, discarding them in favour of working on his own projects and being by himself. Engie is one of the first people he's encountered that not only likes him and enjoys his company, but is just as wacky and weird as he is. Engie is more charismatic and outgoing and, while still not too terribly great with the whole emotions thing, helps Medic out in case he's Not Doing Good

Their personalities intertwine so much they make me ever so slightly ill. They don't seem alike really at first glance. Medic is over the top, eccentric, and generally a giggly mad scientist. Clear to see the archetype he's based on. Yet, when you look past Engie's charming little quips about Texas, he's very much alike Medic. He has a god complex, is highly intelligent, morally bankrupt, etc and etc. He's just as eccentric and wacky as the doc is, but is only slightly better at keeping it under wraps

I just think they're really entertaining when put together honestly. Sure yeah I love me my angsty and fluffy stuff with them, but I think they're simply great when just working on some project and talking to each other. Their personalities bounce off of one another exceptionally well and it's hard for them not to get so caught up in their work that Oh No it's been Four Days and they haven't left the workshop/laboratory

Ultimately, yeah. I think they care about each other a lot that way. Their work is...intimate in a way. They're lab partners. They spend all of this time together, defying God's will with whatever unholy machination they've crafted, they got to have some sort of bond

What makes me happy is that I think a lot of people really like the concept of Engiemedic in any form. Platonic, romantic, whatever. I personally go for QPR stuff (something about their love being undefinable by normal standards blah blah), but I think it's a neat observation that makes me like it more. It's hard to deny that they're really fun together

Speaking of their connections, let's talk about their roles in the actual game. Y'all heard of the Heavymedic duo, with Heavy running around with a Medic pocketing him the entire time, but have you ever considered the Engiemedic duo?? Engie and Medic are the BACKBONES of this game honestly. All it takes is one Engineer or Medic on a team to shift the balance entirely. Everyone wants a good Engie and Medic, but it's a hard role to fill and nobody really wants it. However, they're needed. They're necessary. They're the main support roles of the game than, say, Sniper or Spy ever are. They're the underappreciated, yet incredibly vital parts of the team.

Honestly the Engiemedic duo is far more prevalent and makes far more sense than the Heavymedic duo, because tbh you can say that Medic is closely connected to any class. Soldiermedic duo where Solly just spams rockets and wipes out the entire team. Demomedic duo where Demo just spams pipes and annihilates every building. What makes the Heavymedic duo any special? God I'm sorry for being a little Heavymedic hater, I promise I think the ship is alright, but idk. I like Engiemedic a lot

Anywho, I think Engiemedic is extremely fun to write about as well as just generally experience. There's so much you can apply to them. It's hard to think of anything they can't do, really. They're great with humor, what with shoving them into a room with some cadaver and letting them have at it. They're great with angst because, with headcanons, they can be really heavily fucked up people trying to make things work. They're great with fluff because they're so silly and it's easy to think of them doing cute things with one another. The list goes on!

They're...special to me. They're certainly something. I could go into all sorts of other things too (more esoteric and metaphoric I'm talking), but eh who cares. I don't like delving too much into headcanons and my own weird readings with these more generalized rambles. I just think they're silly :]

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Cis Swap Smut Masterlist

a little spark in the dark (ao3) - dizzy, waveydnp

Summary: dee and fi pull a marie kondo on their sex toy collection

ain't gotta tell me (it's just in my nature) (ao3) - lesbaurinkos (pluginbaby)

Summary: It’s really, really fucking nice, looking in the mirror and seeing something that feels right for the first time since uni, probably. Since the stint when she’d chopped her hair off her first year just to get scared and grow it back out, brushed it off on YouTube as a tomboy phase and run back away from the thing that she thinks she’s always sort of known. The thing that’s prickled under her skin every time she’s put on a dress for an event, makeup for a video, and pretended it’s who she is.

She’s been sick of pretending for a long time now.

(or: fi gets The Chop™)

Barcade (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: It’s been… a while, since Dani and Phoebe let loose like this. Since they got drunk without a worry for the morning’s guaranteed headache. Since they knew tomorrow wouldn’t involve a show, or travel, or a video, or family.

A fic about performance and familiar cities.

crying at the nail salon (i'm so sick of online love) (ao3) - misbhvdan

Summary: The older girl is looking at her in a way that makes Dani feel hot all over. She suddenly realises she has no idea what she’s doing. Oh, no. Fiona is so much more experienced than her. She’s going to make a fool of herself.

“Would you want to sit in my lap?”

“Y-yeah,” Dani nods, reaching for her phone in a way that she hopes isn’t obvious. Hiding it from Fiona’s view, she opens Google and types in, how to have skype sex.

— Dani and Fiona video chat.

give me your hand (and we can play pretend) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: In which Dani's the one who decides her life should be some kind of cheesy porno.

her lips know me so well (ao3) - watergator (orphan_account)

Summary: diana loves making her girlfriend feel good

Hot and Cold (ao3) - thewakeless

Summary: Two idiots in love (100% bants and sex)

I want you in the most (un)romantic ways. (ao3) - philsslit

Summary: theres simply not enough 'dan and phil having lesbian sex' fics so I wrote something here ya go

it still gives me a head rush when I hear your name (ao3) - t_hens

Summary: after a night out Dan and Phil indulge in a little something new, as well as each other.

Loving’s so good when love is young (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Fiona's trying to watch the game, but her bored girlfriend is making it hard for her to concentrate on the screen.

our secret moments (ao3) - irrationalqueer

Summary: It’s a little bit exhilarating, the way they’d run, actually run down the hallway and crammed their tall bodies into this tiny alcove. Fiona hadn’t even given either of them a chance to calm down or catch their breath; she had just pushed Dani against the wall with her own body and started kissing her.

Ruby Woo (ao3) - phandomsub

Summary: Dani is dealing with yet another break-up, and Phil just wants to be there for her best friend.

sex on the beach (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: The bartender is hot, and she definitely knows it. Phoebe feels herself getting more and more resentful the farther into her second drink she gets.

she keeps me warm (ao3) - outphan

Summary: Dani's first time meeting the Lesters.

She's Got the Look (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Diana would have never thought that being constantly late would lead to meeting the most beautiful girl she had ever seen and change her life forever.

slip a ribbon down (ao3) - queerofcups

Summary: Phil knows what its like to want and to keep that want to herself.

Dan sleeps over.

Subtle Foreshadowing (ao3) - dprkives

Summary: 2018 era dnp yuri after that one halloween pumpkin carving video because its my favourite uhhh yeah its absolute filth I hope you enjoy

synchronized (ao3) - Jamez

Summary: "Do you think if we had periods we'd be on at the same time?" —Phil Lester

(or, the one where Dan and Phil's periods sync up)

take me out tonight (meow!) (ao3) - misbhvdan

Summary: Fiona takes a couple of steps back and looks at his girlfriend expectantly. She shifts until she’s found a good pose, kneeling in the middle of the bed and pulling down the hem of the jumper with one hand so it’s covering her crotch. Looking straight at Fiona, she does the little pawing motion again with the other, biting her lip. Fiona is starting to feel very warm. Why the fuck did I agree to being the photographer for her slutty side hustle again?

“Aren’t you gonna take the picture, Daddy?”, Dani asks, acting innocently.

— Fiona helps Dani with her OnlyFans photoshoot.

The altar is my hips, even if it's a false god (we'd still worship this love) (ao3) - philsslit

Summary: As she watches Dani dance around in that incredibly short skirt she is filled with a mixture of love and lust. She can't take her eyes off of her.

or

dan and phil are lesbians. featuring sister daniel. and strap. that's it that's the fic.

Touch (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: We get so tired and lonely

We need a human touch

Don't want to give ourselves away too much

Touch

try a little tenderness (ao3) - quarterleigh

Summary: "Lillian blows into her life like a gust of forgiving wind on a humid summers day. The moment they meet, Dan feels as if she is exhaling for the first time in months."

Dan meets a beautiful woman at yoga.

uma thurman (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: It's not until Fi pushes her back against her iconic bedspread and makes it slow, makes it deep, looks her in the eye, that Dani realises exactly how much she's been missing out on.

Un-Dressing Room (ao3) - SonjaBlayde

Summary: Danni was annoyed that Pip took forever to try on clothes. She decided to take out her "frustrations."

You go down just like Holy Mary (ao3) - lesbosz

Summary: No matter how hard she tries, how much she prays Sister Daniel can't stop the sinful thoughts. The beautiful nun in the convent doesn't make this any easier for her.

[drac0nia]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙔 𝙏𝙔𝙋𝙀

In being his shy s/o.

🕸️ : Floyd, Ruggie, Epel x reader; requested, separate hcs, not proofread, established relationships, empty(ish) threats (floyd), insults (not @ reader but mob, epel), petnames: shrimpy, darl, sweets.

🗯️: to that anon in my inbox, im srry for making u wait man 😭 (also i hope i wrote this right, i rarely write ruggie and epel)

𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙔𝘿 𝙇.

Definitely teases you a lot: you're just so adorable and your reactions just amuses him so much. It prompts the eel to tease you more til' you're beet red. Like that one time he hugged you from behind before biting your cheek because he said you're too cute. You walked around the school with a bitemark on your cheek, he was happy about it.

Floyd is your biggest hypeman, he thinks it'll help with your timid nature. If he ever sees you try something new or step out of your comfort zone, he'll flaunt you off to everyone. Yes, he'll be loud about it and proud.

He'll be your voice if you ever have trouble with maintaining or speaking up. You would be talking then someone talks over, he'd notice and he'll be like, "Oi, shrimpy ain't done talking yet. Shut it." He'll say before staring them down and flashing his sharp teeth.

𝙍𝙐𝙂𝙂𝙄𝙀 𝘽.

Another one who would tease you except he's much more tame than Floyd. He'd poke your side to get your attention or wrap his arm around your waist while walking. He likes to be subtle about it.

Ruggie would encourage you to go out of your comfort zone, every once in a while if you allow it. You guys would be at the cafeteria and he'd tell you to order for the both of you. You'd glance at him to check if you're doing it right and he would give you two thumbs up while smiling. "You're doing great, darl'."

𝙀𝙋𝙀𝙇 𝙁.

He likes it when you ask for his help when you start feeling bashful, it makes me feel 'manly'. Too shy to ask for help in the store because Sam will advertise something to you and you might give in and buy it? Let him do it for you.

Epel's accent slips when he defends you from someone bothersome. It doesn't matter whether Vil in the vicinity either, he won't let it slide at all. His accent thickens when he finds out they're doing it on purpose. His insults growing cruder and somewhat hard to understand. ("Shut 'yer mouth and go back to 'yer badger's hole!")

Your timid nature is somewhat endearing to him. How you fiddle with your fingers or avert your eyes to something else while you have a conversation because you can't handle eye contact; he smirks smugly at you. "Wanna run that again, sweets? I forgot."

[suckthatskittlebiiitch]

"You know you're mine, right?"

Pairing: Daryl Dixon × !Black Reader

Warning" Smut! Dirty talk, light slapping (ooh la la 😩)

A/N: Honestly im back In my daryl dixon slut Era and I won't apologize for it.

Summary: Daryl and a few others went on a run for supplies but came back with a few new faces. One of which had her lips against daryl's cheek...

"Where the hell are they?! It's been, " You checked the clock on the wall adjacent to the window you were currently peaking through the curtains of. "3 hours!! Oh my god, what if something happened?! See, I knew I should've gone. WHY DID I listen to Rick?!!" You huffed. Honestly, it hadn't been that long, but it felt like it. "Y/n girl, it's only been like maybe 45 mins tops." Rosita chuckled at your impatience. She knew how worrisome you got when it came to your family being out so long... especially a certain archer you've been dating for the past 4 yrs.

Before you could say anything the sound of the gates opening up caught your attention. "MOVE THATS THEM!!" you yelled pushing, but not trying to; Rosita out the way and opened the front door, jogging down the steps of your home to see who's coming through those big metal doors. Worry and anticipation crept through your body as you hoped to see everyone walk in safe and together. Thankfully that was the case but there were also new faces you didn't expect to see.

Two men, 2 women, 3 children all looking exhausted and scared. One however that wasn't included did not....your man, your archer daryl dixon.

He gave a half smile as he looked up seeing you waiting for him, you wanted to run and smother him with kisses but couldn't because he had a woman who was limping on his shoulder. Ah okay no biggie you thought...until

"T-thank you so much, we couldn't have made it without you 4." She smiled up at him and kissed him on the cheek. Daryl wasn't expecting such a form of gratitude and frankly...you wasn't either.

"Y-yeah yer welcome.." he mumbled. Daryl took a few steps not so subtle steps from her, but ms ma'am didn't take the hint.

"let me return the favor to you somehow-"

"I know you can return it by backing the fuck up from my man" you hissed with folded arms across your chest. The woman looked taken back and quickly returned the favor in question. Her hands were now in front of her. Daryl chuckled while shaking his head. "Sunshine..."

"we'll take them to the infirmary to get checked out and questioned," Michonne said with a smirk as she, Abraham, and Glenn took the others away.

Daryl wrapped an arm around your shoulders, kissed your head then tapped you on the ass silently telling you to follow him to your shared home. Once inside he shut the door with his foot. "Always so firey ain't cha baby" he drawled

"Only when I see a woman touching what's mine, from the root of your head down to the bottom of ya feet that's aaalll mine baby..now" You walked up to him pushing his crossbow off his shoulder then gently set it on the table nearby before jumping into his arms.

Daryl caught you in his big strong arms and slapped your ass with one hand. "M' all yours mama ain't gotta worry bout nobody taken me from ya" he kissed you softly on the lips. The kiss turned into more when you gripped the back of his head making him grunt. Daryl carried you over to the couch laying you down roughly.

He sat up to make quick work of taking off his shirt and undoing his jeans while you did the same with yours. You pulled him down to kiss him again and bite at his lip making him moan. "Fuck woman.."

"oh don't worry baby, im going to do just that" With a sly grin you pushed him against the couch to straddle him, hovering above his throbbing head just a little before sliding down slowly. You both moan in unison, he was so thick and you felt full every time. Your hips started rocking back and forth, the wetter you were the better it felt.

"who's dick is this Daryl?" he moaned and started bouncing on him. He gripped your hips grunting and moaning. "it's yours...fuck..yours..baby" he mumbled. You slapped him lightly. "can't hear you dixon..who's. dick. is. this." your hips moved faster, and moans were getting louder as that tightening feeling was coming.

"Dicks yours sunshine..take that dick..dirty fucking slut" Daryl slapped your ass then pulled you down into a rough kiss.

"Mmmmm yes..yes fuck baby i-IM CUMMING!!!" he held you close as you both came simultaneously. Heavy breathing came from the both of you, as he turned you over so he could lay down with you on top of him his dick still inside your pussy.

"See...had to..remind you who you belong to" You panted and kissed his chest then his neck. Daryl nodded as he lightly traced a pattern on your back, a smirk on his face.

"Still a lil fuzzy...might need another reminder"

[pancake404]

Speed/Lazuli/Silvia: a Romantic Relationship that's not great...(3)

Prepare for trouble and make it double, I'm nearly done finally and the evidence ain't subtle.

Yep, I am finally continuing this with extra evidence as well as something else I wanted to get to.

Now I recommend checking out the other two parts featuring Lazuli and Sylvia separately and how the romance between Speed and either of them aren't great(in my opinion based off the evidence). But what about them together? At the end of the comic series, it ended up going a route where Speed picks both of them instead having to choose and both are not from love but Speed is willing to give a relationship with them a shot which in other words means, that excluding everything bad they've done to him, Speed is now in a relationship with two individuals that he isn't at all in love with and potentially he might not ever love romantically which means a lot more heartbreak and trouble(still excluding what Sylvia and Lazuli did in the past/before he said "all of the above").

Now let's begin.

Now like I hinted before, I show this panel from the comic when Speed finally snaps(also during when he's having an extensional crisis topped with past trauma), now out of all examples this one actually angered me when I first saw it in the comic.

These two honestly make Speed feel just worse by them being there with Lazuli daring to say "D-Did he seriously just attack us...?" further proving that someone fighting back or snapping, specifically Speed, is unbelievable enough where she's surprised by just one electric attack. This also further shows that Lazuli is aware that Speed doesn't fight back or attack usually and she has been beating up and insulting that same individual for past few months.

Speed then warns/tells them to leave and they refuse which although some may think is the right thing to do as they just want to help Speed, but given their past track record of breaking Speed's boundaries, hurting him, etc. Speed just gets more angry at this. He then rightfully yells about the abuse Lazuli had caused for the past months and of course he finally takes a bit of revenge and pretty much knocks her to the ground with one hit, further showing how much Speed had to hold back against Lazuli which Lazuli had been beating up Speed freely because of that.

Even if you argue that Speed should've just put her in her place long before, it doesn't excuse what Lazuli does and Speed is holding back because he wants to live a peaceful life now where he doesn't have to worry about dangerous missions and Lazuli again, keeps punching and hurting him for petty reasons or to get his attention(which is realistically the worst thing you could do).

Then there is this, something I've shown several times now:

The biggest problem with her saying this is that one, she knows exactly what is wrong, she and Lazuli knows that Speed is not in a good mental state and suffering through remembering trauma and she made it worse by telling him this, two, the audacity in this Sylveon to try to act like Speed's actions are either crazy or completely wrong and posing him as the one that's at fault even though numerous times these two hurt him or make him uncomfortable is insane, and three, Speed just doesn't care what either of them say because he doesn't trust or think either of them want to truly help(which is reasonable given their past actions).

That's the thing to note, he doesn't listen to Sylvia and Lazuli, which makes sense, why would he? Throughout the entire time, he had been hurt, set up, embarrassed, relived through trauma, and had constant abuse from mainly Lazuli as well as additionally from other members of the squad, it makes sense why he wouldn't listen to them, specifically Lazuli and Silvia.

That's also just the additional issue, the two he apparently should be "in love" with are in the relationship(which he isn't) are the two Pokemon he doesn't listen to because as I said, they hadn't given a reason to truly trust their word.

Not only that but the realization his outburst was for no reason as he states could make him feel worse, some may argue it may relieved him from the crisis but he now could realize that he may have hurt others out of a false reason and regardless of it being Silvia and Lazuli he ended up hurting(which I say is more or less deserved), he still feels bad about it, apologizing especially to Lazuli which is a common trait that Lazuli doesn't often do throughout the comic.

Again, they have audacity to try to pull this sort of thing when meanwhile, they've done worse separately to him. Apparently he is the one deserving of the punishment which also annoys me deeply. I understand that the punishment was a double kiss to the cheek...which can still count as unconsented as Speed is tied up, confused, and they only hinted at a "punishment"(which again, the audacity in these two are unbelievable).

Also, because of Sunshine calling them her mother figures(which I'll get to later as that is something that also strikes me as BS), they had to pretend to be Speed's girlfriends when he doesn't have feelings for them and rejected Silvia but also this is sort of forcing him to second guess that now as he has to put Sunshine into the problem and wonder what her reaction would be.

So now, where does that leave us off from?

Speed is now in a relationship(which according to him, he's not interested in) with two individuals that so far did little to nothing but hurt him and break his boundaries in ways he actively doesn't like. This pretty much is the most forced yet in a way, only possible way(besides Lazuli and Silvia redeeming themselves which I'd argue only Lazuli did a little bit of that) that Speed could be in a romantic relationship. Speed is still going through remembering traumatic flashbacks and struggles the others wouldn't understand as those don't just go away. It places his character in a nearly sad spot as putting all of this into consideration, he might just be unhappy moving forward with two girls who may or may not change for the better and berserk nonsense that still continues.

Clearly the face of someone who's content and happy, keep in mind, this third to the last page of the last chapter of Eeveelution Squad, the last appearance of him in the comic, and two months afterward of the vacation arc.

Looking through I'm starting to understand what EV meant when the abuse and unhappiness of Speed, the main character, was a reflection of the unhappiness of EV. This pretty much is the result of what the fans did and pressured to happen, although I would say it is EV who let them have control and listened to them, honestly, the level of pressuring and hate from the "fans" is just crazy to see.

I'll get into this further but let's continue on to the something else.

An example of what could've been a good romance/relationship, Speed and Pearl:

Now before some of you(who bother to care) raise your pitchforks that it should be someone else, at least allow me to show you the evidence of why these could've fit way more better than Lazuli and/or Silvia. However, I do agree that in general there were better options other that didn't have to be Pearl but just allow me to show you the evidence with them first.

Their opinions on each other, not only it is confirmed that Speed did have a huge crush on her but overall their opinions on each other are very positive. Both want to see the other happy and both want to generally take care of other. Though Speed never could get his feelings out to her since Pearl had an obsessive crush over Black, but instead of complaining, he simply tried being her wingman to get her and Black together. The only flaw here is that Speed is helping trying to get an obsessed relationship to work(otherwise, I'd consider him a legend for this) which relates to Pearl's feelings for Black and not Speed and Pearl's relationship.

What's interesting is that despite the constant reminder on how dense Speed is, Speed actually picks up on "Pearl's" strange behavior. This further shows he actively pays enough attention and hangs out with her enough where he was able to tell the differences between the way Pearl acted and way Silvia acted in Pearl's body. It's not just the obvious blue eyes but also the personality and action change that Pearl shows which Speed picks up on.

This reminds me of how much we see Speed not recognize Lazuli's different way of acting, he doesn't pick up on anything strange from her. It's almost ironic given how much Lazuli hits him to get his attention.

Pearl....apologizes. Not only she apologizes for her assumptions he was able to take the hits that Silvia and Lazuli caused but she also takes care of his health which is not seen many times from any other character if at all.

More Speed abuse but this time he's trying to catch Silvia from falling and Black comes over and kicks him in the face for him to do the rescue.

Speed apologizes as this was an accident and Black kicked him in the face. Pearl doesn't assume anything, she doesn't get angry at him, and she accepts the apology quickly and also rationally.

Black also yells at Pearl about how he doesn't understand why Speed always defends her and her actions(which is fair). One thing I've noticed which could've been shown more is Speed's lack of action and punishment as his main flaw besides him being dense. In some cases, he doesn't call out others as much as he should and because of that, they continue their choices(Lazuli and Silvia doesn't count though as he expressly states his frustrations of their actions). However, at this moment, Pearl, gets reminded that Speed got kicked in the face by Black, she turns down any crush she had on Black and focuses more on defending Speed as he was the one that got kicked in the face and the one Pearl sent off to hang out with Silvia.

Basic summary is....Pearl stops thinking about Black and starts thinking about how much Speed had done for her and although her obsession with Black needs to be called out a little more, Pearl is willing to take action and defend Speed finally which is new compared to others.

Speed being a wingman to try to keep Pearl happy, he doesn't care if she's not with him but rather if she's with the one that she wants.

Pearl is again, constantly shown to be the one that aids Speed in his injuries. Also, personally, this image below the first one shows them a lot like a family but it might just be me.

Although briefly, unlike others, Pearl shows concern over Speed getting constantly punched, better than most characters.

Remember his reasoning for not wanting to date Silvia? He views her as a little sister and there are times where Silvia often views Speed as an older brother(even calling him that several times). Pearl doesn't have this, there are hardly if any times where they view each other as brother and sister, Speed doesn't act like an older brother for Pearl and Pearl doesn't act like a younger sister for Speed. In the Q&A, Pearl would say that Speed would be her best friend given how close they appear to be and how they interact together.

Speed really tells Lazuli that she now is sounding like Pearl and after this comment he then says he is willing to give their relationship a try. I just find this detail interesting.

In the extras, between Special Chapter six and Chapter five, we have this moment with Speed and Pearl. This is probably one of my favorite interactions in the comic as we see Speed and Pearl truly hang out together alone and we see how their dynamic works. Speed gives his advice to Pearl which does somewhat help her as she starts moving on from Black and focusing on those she cares about. Pearl is also willing to open up to him about her conflicting opinions on Black which Speed understands(though for his case, he's in the position of Black with Lazuli). They work well as parent figures for Sunshine as well as the other Eeveelutions, also, this is one of the moments where Speed doesn't really frown much unlike when he interacts with Lazuli and Silvia.

I would like to point out that most of the time, in the Q&A or in the comic, whenever a kiss is done by Lazuli or Silvia, Speed looks like he either is completely confused, shocked, disturbed, or disgusted. Rarely we see any blush or happiness out of Speed's reaction and most of the time, they're done by surprise or unconsented.

However, when with Pearl, he is shown to have a little bit of blush(same with Pearl) and although he doesn't react much, he doesn't say anything negative about it or have a bad reaction to it. It's not a test like with Silvia nor accidental leading Speed to getting beat up like with Lazuli.

Now some may argue that Pearl did do it randomly and took Speed by surprise which I'm willing to agree with.

Pearl apologizes for the sudden move and Speed doesn't say anything bad or anything that suggests he didn't like it. They both go back to their regular friendly terms as usual.

Now, correct me if it's wrong but I heard from a different site that this Extra Comic isn't true to Eeveelution Squad and Pearl wouldn't do this. If it's true, then all other examples are still plausible but also, I don't mean to sound like I hate EV or any of his decisions in writing, but this is something I wouldn't agree with as not only there is time taken to draw this, but also it's a good transition between the two sections with the backstories and the vacation as well as one of my favorite interactions and moments in Eeveelution Squad in general. If it isn't true and that's just made up then my point further stands.

Throughout their relationship and interactions, Speed and/or Pearl have apologized to each other for wrongdoings and accidents, defended one another, recognize changes in the other, aided in someway such as medical or shopping, can communicate and open up to each other easily, don't view each other as sibling-figures, and try to maintain the other's happiness to the best of their ability.

Even in a platonic relationship, Pearl annihilates Silvia and Lazuli combined...which is a problem if Speed getting with Lazuli and/or Silvia was the goal that the fans wanted in the first place.

Not only that, remember that confrontation while Speed is losing it? If you didn't know Lazuli and Silvia inform Pearl about what's been going on with Speed and why and Pearl understands. My problem with the confrontation is that Pearl would've been absolutely a better choice to go and help Speed as unlike Lazuli and Silvia, Pearl would've done a way better job.

Think about it like this, Pearl is rational, calm, intelligent, and empathetic. If she went and confronted Speed, Speed would not attack her even if he's having inner struggles with his soul being a copy because he has nothing against her. They're close and see each other as nothing but positively and Pearl would be calm when she talks to Speed. Therefore, Speed doesn't snap as he's not trying to be talked down by the two that been hurting or bugging him the whole time.

Speed would listen.

Keep in mind, Silvia and Lazuli are the two the comic needs Speed to be with in a romantic relationship and even with what we're given, it only increased my doubts and I know that EV also knew about how unlikely and unhealthy it was, especially with Speed and Lazuli.

If I had to give further advice, it would be this:

When given a list of options, picking "all of the above" is sometimes not the correct one and not the one that the story should go with. I know that in the long notes of the what the story was after Eeveelution Squad, Silvia, Lazuli, and Speed are still together and Pearl and Black are also together. The reason why I'm specifically including the comic is because it's the main focus and the main story most would read, not many would be willing to read all of the extra posts about what happens afterward, same as me as admittedly, I'm a little worried about what happens there and also, I prefer not having to go through all of that.

I didn't make that second part because I wanted Pearl to be part of the harem and join in the relationship or anything, honestly, I'd prefer if there wasn't a harem at all or at least Speed not picking arguably the worst options. I am no professional writer of any sort and I can have my flaws, but the way I see it, in most cases there is a problem if the relationship between two "friends" is more healthier and better of a romance than the relationship between the character and their love interest even when they're in a romantic relationship.

This pretty much covers most of what I wanted to argue but somehow, I still have more to say though I am finishing up with all my evidence, I promise. One thing I didn't get to yet was Sunshine/Eevee and her viewing of her mother figures which I also have some words with. As well as just the general treatment of Speed I've noticed through the comic not just from Lazuli and Silvia, but from others as well.

If you read through all of this, I hope you agreed with some things I said and don't be afraid to comment your own opinions, I'll catch you later on the next post.

[grimalkinmessor]

hi hello, you are COOKING with that fucked up mw fix it au. Curly will 100% keep it to himself because

(1) he’s gonna think his situation will just burden the crew if he told them and besides, “he’s the captain, he needs to solve it himself.”

(2) he’s male - a healthy one at that considering he’s weightlifting - and people are less likely to believe he’s been sexually abused.

(3) jimmy’s a close friend. curly has done mental gymnastics to excuse him before, he’d probably do it even when he’s the subject of his abuse. he’ll probably adapt the “well at least it’s me he’s hurting and not someone else” mentality

that’s so messed up. i want to see it in a multichapter fic so bad

YEEEEAAAHH YOU GET IT!! >:D

I'm here to be evil and explore all the evil options ✨ That's the game, yes! Curly and Anya both handle terrible trauma in different ways, and the consequences of each are horrible in very different fonts :) For Anya, her consequences are far-reaching, and she keeps reaching out to people, trying to tell them what happened to her so maybe someone will finally DO something about it, but everyone only ever gives her pity, not solutions. Swansea even says something along the lines of "Sorry that happened to you but it's really not the time for that right now" to her during their convo :') As a result, Jimmy finds out about her pregnancy, crashes the ship, multilates Curly, strands them for several months before killing them all one by one, either through mental or physical means, until only Curly is left. And even then. Curly is the only one who comes out of Jimmy's spiral alive.

For Curly though, it'd be the opposite. Jimmy isn't running from his problem; he's chosen fight instead of flight here. Curly's consequences are deeper, more personalized, because while nobody dies, his own rationalization of "Jimmy's in a bad place, Jimmy's my friend, Jimmy's not a bad guy, I'm a grown man, I can handle this, this ain't shit" *CUE THE NUMEROUS WORRYING HALLUCINATIONS* Jimmy honing in on him from the start means that Jimmy is less careful about being subtle but it also doesn't matter. Because no one would ever suspect that their Strong Captain is being abused by his first mate—his best friend. And even if they did, it wouldn't invoke pity—but it wouldn't invoke solutions either. Because in this case, Curly is expected to TÅKË RÊSPØÑSÏBÎLITY, because he's a man. If you're being abused, and you're a man, then just stop being abused ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ You can just hit him, can't you? You can just use violence to show him that he shouldn't mess with you, right? Man up! It can't be that bad! Your bones are unbroken and you're not bleeding out so you must be fine!

(Curly internalizes this before anyone can even say it btw. Jimmy's not the only one dealing with toxic masculinity.)

Plus, since Jimmy actually, you know, likes Curly, it doesn't,,,,always hurt. In fact, it very rarely hurts in a way that you can physically see. He's so so delusional about this because while he's drowning in the shame of very viscerally, bodily enjoying what Jimmy does to him, it's also how he convinces himself that maybe he wants this too. Maybe he asked for this, even though he said no. This adds on a whole slew of embarrassment to go with that heaping pile of self-blame and shame ✨

Yet another reason that Curly is able to delusionally convince himself that what's happening to him is not abuse and that Jimmy is in fact still not a bad person and not hurting him. Anya notices that SOMETHING is wrong (just like Curly notices that something is wrong with Anya) but isn't sure what it is, and though she prods more than Curly would (did) when Curly won't talk to her and just keeps deflecting and acting like he's totally fine, there's not much she can do. She's not exactly the most respected member of the crew, after all -_-

Curly offering—"offering"—to get an apartment together with Jimmy after they land is seen as a natural segue, given that they've always been close and Jimmy's been publicly guilting the hell out of Curly about them all getting fired and how HE, SPECIFICALLY has nothing to go back to. Hence a whole new level hell :) Curly is a housewife from the fucking fifties but he works forty-two hours a week and no one gives a shit when he rolls up with bruises around his neck. Gaslighting and isolation galore ✨

And it's interesting here, that while if Anya gets hurt, everyone but Curly falls, but if Curly is the one that takes the bullet (Jimmy), everyone but Curly gets a happy ending :)

Anya could've helped him, but Curly didn't want her help.

Anya could've gotten help from him, but Curly didn't want to help.

Funny, how things work out in a mirror, huh? 💖

[vidyagamereference]

Holy fuck yall i finally finished something

Dating Gepard hc's except theyre not all 100% positive romance tropes [sfw and not sfw]

Anyways back to our regularly scheduled headcanons

He has to learn to ask "do you want solutions or do you want to vent" during your relationship bc he is 100% in "fix the problem" mode 100% of the time

If he gets to a point where he is frustrated and upset he won't cry unless you two intentionally do something to intentionally make him cry.

To achive the above he's open to anything from BDSM to structured arguing to watching pixar. His only requirement is that you be physically with him and hold him when hes ready for it.

I personally headcanon him as being really into BDSM and a switch because he has simultaneously too much control over part of his life and the lives of others and no choice whatsoever because of his name and title and he would love to have just an hour or two where everything goes the way he wants it to wether thats because he needs you to do exactly what he demands or if its because he needs to stop having so many god damn responsibilities and just feel

Hes a good cook but i think he'd prefer to just clean up after you make him something if you cook

Not that hes unwilling to or anything it just feels more special to eat what you make him and he likes to help you out by doing the dishes and cleaning the stove and such

He will cook for you if you ask

Pls ask sometimes it makes him so happy he gets to make you feel as special as him but [leading to my next headcanon]

He sucks at spontaneity and you cannot tell me this man isnt autistic. His ass is Not reading silent/subtle hints so if you wanna be pampered you gotta be blunt and actually ask for it

None of that passive aggressive "if i ask it doesnt count" bullshit you have to be a blunt communicator to date him.

And if you start picking fights he is canonically one of the most stubborn "dig your heels in" "im not compromising" "create a cold war in my own house" kind of people EVER

You ain't winning that standoff

It takes a kind of person who will argue just as stubbornly and come back after and ask to "see where we went wrong" and take accountability for your side of what happened to date him effectively

Frustrating guy

But so so worth it

If he grows flowers successfully even once you can garentee (autocorrect has been no help how fo you spell that?!) A slightly shabby flower or three in a big ribbon and the sweetest smile!

He doesnt take off his shoes OR armor right away when he enters the house because they STINK and he has those disposable baggies that you step in to get to the shower without tracking in all the salt and muddy snow from outside. He needs to get to the soap (for him) and deodorizers (for his shoes and clothes) first

He uses 2 in 1 head n shoulders as facewash, bodywash, shampoo, and conditioner. one stop shopping. And his skin and hair are soft and flawless somehow

His hair is fluffy and cute. Its 100% genetics and 0% effort

I feel it in my bones that he has a slight pooch of belly fat. He has functional muscle not fashion muscle. I know it. Its fact. It would be So Fucking Cute no im not coping with a complete castwide lack of any curves why do you ask?

I think he sleeps like a rotisserie chicken but he needs to hug something to sleep, so he has an Emotional Support Pillow that he brings with him, on duty, at homw, he has His Pillow(tm)

He is the little spoon

He will randomly kiss you when youre alone bc he suddenly remembered "hey i can kiss my partner!!!! :D" and got excited about being your boyfriend/partner

A few rapid fire not sfw headcanons

Hes average size (6.5in) and it curves nicely upwards. The head gets cutely pink when hes hard and it has a beauty mark on the right ridge

Literally loves body worship, would be on either side happily. It gives him a nice feeling of power exchange and fluffy emotional validation feelings all at once

Also loves the pet name "good boy" for the same reason

He *is* good thank you for noticing! And he is a boy who is *also* yours! Correct twice in a row he might just swoon

Cuddle monster. 100% cuddles after are a must

Sometimes cries after. Often actually. And he would feel the need to defend it like he wasnt the worlds no.1 "most unable to express emotions" autistic person getting overwhelmed by All This Intimacy

He's got a thing about smelling his partner. Idk how i just know it. I feel it in my bones. He likes the way they smell and he wants your shirts (for jackoff material) not your nudes (tho pls send those too)

He likes public in theory but would actually die of shame if he ever tried anything where anyone could hear you ot potentially catch you. Its fully Anxiety so bad he couldnt even preform type of shit

If hes domming tonight he wants to tie you up and use you like a toy

If (or how many times) you get off is up to him not you

If hes subbing tonight he wants you to degrade him and make him cry. Then let him pleasure you with "your favorite toy" (his dick) pls he would love it

Petplay. I beleive he would make a great puppyboy and that is the Only justification i have for this

I think he likes asses. Ass man 100%

[amateur-art-critic]

Assigned TERF by trans women (or; we should teach people about Occams Razor)

So this is a new development. I got accused of being a TERF for writing this on a post I reblogged:

So I'm a TERF because I think TMA/TME as terms have set back trans solidarity? Because I think TMA and TME just reinvent the gender binary? That's TERF-y to you?

Sure.

But there's more; OP decided to comment as well;

Me when I'm not a TERF

Yes, that is the point of my blog. To hate TERFs. Because I was harassed by TERFs at one point.

and then her pinned is signaling how opposed to radfeminism [she is].

Radfems/gendercrits/TERFs are the same breed and I use the terms synonymously. There's nothing more to it.

bitch your header has a play on the terfs term TIM.

Yes, because I was trying to co-opt their language to piss them off. @/butchbarbieagainstterfs was the one to introduce me to the concept of using FIT, Feminist Identified Transphobe, as an alternative to TERF.

And if anything, it's a play on TIF (trans identified female), because it uses the exact same letters as FIT.

Your entire blog is predicated on transfem exclusionism

No it's fucking not? Never have I excluded transfems and trans women. I focus on transmasc and trans men's issues because they fucking apply to me.

This is the most "i like pancakes"/"so you hate waffles?" argument ever.

you ain't slick

Neither are you.

Then @/june-egbert-official decided to add onto OPs reblogs with an "analysis" of my bio, from the view of me being a TERF;

"Shrödinger's Woman" - Shrödinger's Cat was a thought experiment of being unable to measure something without investing it [...] - in other words they want to be allowed to look at your junk.

Or, maybe, we Occams Razor this: maybe I am both a woman and not a woman. You won't know unless you ask, but everyone always assumes and argues I'm one or the other.

In other words: I'm fucking nonbinary, you dumb fuck. I'm not a woman and I am also not not a woman, because I'm also not a man. And saying I'm "Shrödinger's Woman" is a subtle nod to TERFs assuming I'm either a cis woman, a trans man (who they see as women) or a trans woman (who they see as men, but I don't) when I argue with them.

I don't think I have ever in my life seen a more bad faith argument.

Aforementioned TIF as a play on TERFs TIM shit.

Well, if you knew anything about TERF lore outside them targeting trans women and transfems, you would know that "TIF" is already a term coined by gendercrits for trans men and transmascs.

I recognize that it's probably just a spelling mistake, but I just want to clarify in case it isn't. But, if it is;

But I digress.

Actively calling out where TERFs should go.

Or, and bare with me here, I want TERFs off of Tumblr. That's literally what I say in that sentence in my bio! Can you not read between the lines when I call TERFs an "invasive species" and how they "cause an imbalance to the tumblr ecosystem"?

Tumblr is the only social media left that I feel safe on and I don't want TERFs to poison it for me. So I would rather send them to an echo chamber of equally insane people than to other popular social media.

Just how much bad faith do you have to read my bio with to jump to this conclusion?

Calls themself a female pink and purple toed tarantula (generally considered "feminine colors, for what that's worth) [...]

...I just fucking like purple and pink. And I like spiders.

As for the "female" part, I'm literally just stating the sex I was assigned at birth. I may be female, but that doesn't mean I'm a woman.

Once again; Occams Razor.

[...] and, probably at least a little tangential, they become aggressive against males this time of year.

That's not tangential, it's just straight up wrong. Not the spider facts, but that you think that it's implying I'm aggressive towards males because I have a female spider motif. It's not symbolic of anything other than that I like spiders and that I was assigned female at birth.

To end this, I would just like to ask both @/june-egbert-official and @/0w0tsuki, in the small chance either of you are stalking my blog and reading this; Why did you think I was a TERF? Do you just see all AFABs who disagree with you as gendercrit radfems?

Or was it because I believe that transandrophobia is real you see me as a TERF? Because I can't find any other reason as to why you would call me a TERF other than the fact that I'm nonbinary transmasc and I disagree with trans women.