#but it’s kinda hard when- it’s like this lol

[bunni-v1]

How would the relationship plays out with his darling if he meets them at his pre corruption?

🍓Okay so, this is part of my OC's storyline so trust me when I say I've thought about this EXTENSIVELY. Please excuse me if I use she/her pronouns or straight drop her name, she is the ray of sunshine in my life and I get excited just thinking about talking about her lol.

Tw: None?; Calls him Blueberry Yogurt Cookie btw

Info: Shadow Milk Cookie x Reader; Fluff & Angst (kinda)

-For the sake of these headcanons, I'm calling his gay-ass Blueberry Yogurt Cookie, because we don't know his actual name and he's blue so.

-There are two main things you have to do for Blueberry Yogurt to consider a relationship with you. 1) Be immortal, or at least have an extended lifeline, 2) You're not one of his students/Don't worship him like a god.

-Number one isn't really in your control, but if you're able to live through his corruption and reawakening, I'll assume you've got a little more life in you than the normal cookie.

-Number two is where it's actually hard. Blueberry Yogurt carries himself with such grace it would make classically trained ballerinas jealous. He's radiant and beautiful and all kinds of fantastical, not to mention his boundless knowledge and gentle demeanor.

-He is the perfect cookie, at least to the public eye. You've gotta be able to look past that and see him for who he is. What he values in a cookie doesn't change between now and when he's corrupted.

-I will say, he's much more open and willing to show you his genuine love and affection as Blueberry Yogurt. There's no grand change or fight you have to make for him to open up, he just does so because he loves you.

-He's never been known by a cookie that wasn't another hero. It's refreshing and he loves the feeling of being loved and loving you.

-You bring such different ideas on topics he would never consider given his place in this world. Your thoughts and curiosities become his thoughts and curiosities, and he loves sharing knowledge with you whenever he can.

-He treats you well, but when the corruption starts to settle in things change. Blueberry Yogurt is painfully aware of what's going in, he feels his mentality changing and shifting. The pessimism runs through his dough, his temper is shorter, and worse he finds himself... reveling in the pain of others.

-NOT you. Never you. Oh, he would tear apart all of cookie society for you, and he really starts meaning that the worse it gets.

-Of course, he thinks about this, and he makes a plan to keep you safe from himself. Without causing too much worry or making it seem like he doesn't want you around, he finds an excuse for you to leave Beast Yeast -- just for the time it takes him to figure this all out!

-You obviously notice all these worrying changes in his personality, but you can't do much more than worry for him at the time. When he sends you away, you do so with the promise you'll see him as soon as you get back. And you do!

-Inside the tree, of course.

-You are comforted by Elder Faerie, but there's only so much reassurance he can give. You don't even fully understand what happened, how this could happen? You have a very long time to work through these emotions, though.

-You wait and wait and wait and wait. For so very long, and so loyally. You travel around Beast Yeast and help stragglers, visit the other Heroes' territories, and make friends with their loyal followers. But you always come back to that tree.

-Shadow Milk watches you the whole time. When he isn't obsessing over his souljam and vengeance, he is obsessing over you. How surprised will you be to see him like this? Oh, he hates himself for sending you away, you would've accepted him as he is. He knows it. You love him so.

-You look at that stupid tree with such longing, you miss him so much. He vows that as soon as he's out, he's going to treat you to the grandest performance you've ever seen. He just can't wait to shower you in love and affection again.

-Then, Gingerbrave and his friends show. You find yourself drawn to Pure Vanilla Cookie more than anyone else. He reminds you of Blueberry Yogurt, and it's easy to talk to him as you walk alongside him to the faerie kingdom.

-Shadow Milk Cookie doesn't like that!~

-When he breaks out of that stupid tree he makes a big show of claiming you to everyone there. He scoops your cute tiny little frame up in his hands with the biggest grin, his giddiness and having you again after all these years overwhelming.

-I won't lie, he's terrifying and you're rightfully a bit spooked at his behavior, but more so you're happy to see him again. And he's so so so so so happy to see you too, he missed his little dolly!

-So once he's able to get some proper alone time with you, you are smothered in affection. If you knew him pre-corruption, he feels no need to hide anything from you. You get Shadow Milk Cookie Premium off the bat, with no trial runs or nothing! Ain't that nice dolly?

-He doesn't want to reminisce with you, though. His past isn't something he likes thinking about, but he'll humor you because he loves you so.

-If you don't approve of things he does, he brushes it off. Commenting that you know him, he wouldn't do anything he doesn't deem necessary.

-He loves you. You still love him, don't you doll?

[spicynova]

a/n: upon request, here’s part 2 for this post! :3 so glad yall enjoyed the first, hope yall like this one! ( yup, same dazed korea soobin photoshoot lol )

pairing: college nerdy!soobin x college fem!reader.

warnings: mdni. nsfw. 2.6k words of pure smut lol, switch soft-dom soobin! ( & switch reader ), riding on the couch, detailed descriptions of body parts (?), kinda really messy, studying/quizzing as dirty talk lolll, praise kink, big dick soobin, size kink, mentions of anatomy terms, soobin calls reader many pet names ( baby, kit, lovey, love, etc.. ), mentions of mating cycles (?), eating candies during sex, unprotected sex ( wrap it uppp! ), creampies, not proofread lolll, etccc…

… ꨄ

right when the hour reached the clock, you’re slamming your books shut and springing up from your chair. the way you walked was as if you were on a mission and it really is that way. the last five minutes of your study session wasn’t even put into actually retaining the words on the paper you stared at, your mind just as jittery as your body while you counted down the minutes — the seconds.

your thighs clenched together, not thinking about muscles unless they were soobin’s, thinking of the way you’re about to jump his bones — not the ones pictured on the boring book in front of you. you heard his occasional laughter, probably mindlessly watching that anime he so loves and all you want to do is say fuck it and go to him. but finally, the little arm of the clock reached the spot you’ve been waiting for and you’re already on the way to your man.

with every deep breath, you lightly pad across the entire house, turning the corner into the open spaced house and finally reaching where you heard his familiarly low humming chuckle. you don’t even give him time because you waited long enough. he looks the same as you left him, even more sunken into the couch from how comfortable he’s gotten.

arms crossed, legs spread and hanging.

and once his eyes land on yours, he can just tell.

“i want my reward now.” your voice was soft, but assertive as you pace towards him with such a hurry. he doesn’t move for a second and decides to just stare at you with his eyebrows slightly raised, tired eyes full of a sort of gaze. as if he’s trying to figure out what exactly you want, if you mean it, if he should give it to you in another way. challenging, mischievous, darkened with a swirling lust.

you don’t know when he got up to get a lollipop from your junk food stash, but it’s there, the stick poking out from the corner of his heart shaped lips.

you just stare back…

until you motion for him to continue with your chin. you only move when he finally does after what seems to be the longest staring contest, his hands uncrossing to unbutton his khaki pants just as yours slip underneath the waist band of your lacy shorts and panties.

the tension was palpable between your eye contact.

all you can hear was the main protagonist of his favorite anime yelling and the sound of ruffling clothes as you both shuffle around to slip off your bottoms. you’re such in a hurry that you even help him shimmy off his own after kicking away your panties, hands pulling both his pants and boxers down to his upper thighs until his semi-hard cock sprung free, slapping against his lower navel — right underneath the hem of his university hoodie. he watches quietly as you get situated, audibly suckling on the sweet treat still melting in his mouth as you climb over him on the couch. his hands find their comfort spot on your waist, guiding you to sit over his cock as he breathes out a soft sigh.

now this feels so right.

you don’t waste any more time, it’s been a long hour. he can practically feel the wetness that accumulated over that small time, sliding against the underside of his cock everytime you rock your hips over him. he knows that hour was just torture for you; since you knew he was waiting for you all this time. he gazes at the erotic sight of you raising your hips to press his tip against your drooling entrance, eyelashes fluttering against the apples of his cheeks as he huffs out a dreamy sigh through his nose when you finally sink down onto his thick length.

it felt so great; so amazing as your hands slide up his warm abdomen and underneath his white t-shirt, riding the fabric higher as he bottoms out completely into your clenching walls. the grip he had on your waist was everything you needed and it just felt so right. finally.

you don’t give yourself time to adjust, wanting your reward immediately as you roll your hips and feel him nudge in all the right place within your warm pussy. words can’t describe how full you felt, your eyelids fluttering shut as you pick up a rhythm. it felt natural, felt so familiar, something that quells your every need. your swollen lips squished against the base of his pelvis as you rut harder, occasionally raising yourself to let gravity pull you back down with an audible smack.

a deep hum rumbles from his chest right against your hands that ride higher onto his pecs, resonating deep within your body as his hands lower to grip the plush of your thigh and hip.

of course, he wouldn’t say no to this and try to change the dynamics. of course, he was gonna let you ride him as a reward. he’ll let you take the reigns all the time if it meant watching you use him like he was nothing but your personal pleasure toy — especially if he was this comfortable and lazy already.

he was trying to assess you earlier but by the assertive tone of your voice, he already knew you would want to take control of everything. and he’s so willing for it. his long fingers spread to engulf more of your skin in his wide palms, gripping around the side of your ass and massaging it as you continue to fuck yourself on him. he does nothing, says nothing but just watch. watching you fall apart everytime you split yourself open with his thickness in silence to hear the way you struggle.

watch as your wetness string in outstretched, clear webs from the base of his cock and between your legs everytime you lift yourself upwards, humming at the squelching sound of your connected sexes everytime you drop back down. watch as his thick cock disappear within your plush mound and slightly bulge underneath the skin of your lower navel everytime he digs deep. watch as your thighs quake underneath his hand from every occasional roll of your jerking hips. you can feel his dick fully harden, soaking in your wetness, stuffing every fat inch inside your sopping cunt.

your fervent nature only increases once your eyes open again to gaze at his features; he seems calm, almost stoic as he continues to watch the mess you create on top of him. his eyebrows were slightly furrowed underneath his messy bangs from concentration, pouty lips pursed around the lollipop stick that he’s forgotten to suck, his cheeks hollowed and jawline shadowed from the light of the tv.

he just takes. lets you give what you want to him.

you follow his gaze, watching the veins running along the back of his hands protrude as his grip tightens around your perspired flesh.

“tell me… what you’ve learned.” you suddenly hear him ask in a muffled hum around the lollipop, and he sounds so gone already. voice absolutely lazy, words drawn out and rolling off his tongue in a languid tone.

he wants to hear, to see if you’ve actually been studying or not, much to your dismay. but you would also know how quick he can turn the tables if you give him the wrong answer— because he’s done it before, stopping you in the middle of a good fuck to make you go back to your room, lock you in and have you study for another hour as punishment.

it’s a blessing and a curse to have such a nerdy boyfriend.

“skeletal muscle.” you sigh out, eyebrows scrunched together in concentration as you work harder to find the retained information in your mind and your sweet spot deep in your insides with his cock.

“mmm.. mhm?” continue, your mind supplies from the expectant tone of his words. do good, be good, keep going for soobin.

“functions are…” your words are airy light as your hazy eyes focus on the way your slick bubbles, how it shines the rosy skin of his length. “produce body movement, maintain posture and positions, support tissues…”

you couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, breathlessly, because those are the exact muscles you’re straining now to fuck yourself on your boyfriend.

his hand grips your thigh tighter as a reminder. “uh-huh..”

“m-maintains body temperature, stores nutrients..” you huff out, letting your head roll on your neck and rest on your shoulder as your hips gyrate in a clockwise motion. it was all clockwork to you, catching up on the time you’ve missed out on already. you can feel him throbbing deep within your pussy, his hips gently rutting upwards into yours.

“it’s voluntary movement…”

“and?”

“and it’s-they’re striated?” you hum, octave rising as your voice only melts into nothing but a breathless whine.

you could be saying random shit but knowing soobin, he would actually call you out for the wrong answers. he sucks in a breath as he seemingly thinks, trying himself to find the right answer — even though it’s hard when you’re feeling the knot in your lower stomach grow tighter.

his head rolls to the side as his heavy gaze zeroes onto your sticky mess, as if he was checking it out before nodding only once.

“continue.” his tongue pushes the lollipop stick to the other side of his full pout.

“they never contract ��� unless.. unless- uhmm,” you’re falling prey to the pleasure, straight ecstasy melting into your nerves and liquifying your bones as his tip prods against your sweet spot. a soft moan was all you could puff out next, head hanging forward as his hand suddenly smacks against the thick plush of your ass.

a couple seconds pass by. he loves the sound your insides make when you fuck down on him but he wants to hear your voice, whether it’d be hoarse or not. he grabs at your jiggling skin, helping you out and pushing you back into a rhythm as he hums for you to continue.

“uhm isn’t an answer, kit. unless what?”

“uhh… unless stimulated by a nerve.” the nerves inside you are going haywire for a fact, muscles contracting deep within your core and fitting his cock snuggly as you finish your sentence with a jumbled mess of incoherent words.

“nerve connections that are severed…? the… muscle is paralyzed after.” you ramble in a soft moan, arms trembling as you fight to hold yourself upwards longer.

“good one. and you wanna tell me what is it called when the paralyzed muscle shrinks?” of course he would ask this randomly; he definitely knows about this already and you curse underneath your breath.

“uhhhm..”

“c’mon, lovey..”

“fuck, i dunno, soobin, i think imma come..” you whine pitifully instead, ignoring his lower hum of discontent to focus throwing your ass back onto his hips with each plop. it sounds lewd, your favorite sound.

“answer my question and i’ll let you, you know this.”

“my goddd, soobin-“

“what is it called?” he repeats in a low, shaky tone, sighing softly as he allows you to lose some control. despite it all, it seems like he’s in no mood to bother you with a punishment, his hands locking around your body to keep you closer instead of pulling you up and off of him like usual after any wrong response.

it takes you a while to answer, trying to deflect the sound of wet skin smacking and file through your clouded brain with crumbling focus. your fingers curl into fists against his smooth skin, marking with scratches from your nails along the action as your clenched teeth and trembling lips finally part in a restrained whimper. only then does his gaze finally meets your face, watching your pained expression melt with pure bliss, eyes scrunched tight behind your messy hair and pout quivering.

“d…denervation… atrophy.” it comes out in a warbling whine, breath audible as you gasp. “it’s denervation atrophy.”

he doesn’t reply with anything other than a soft hum, his legs spreading further apart between your quivering thighs.

“there you go,” he coos, letting his hand come down onto your ass again. “go ‘head, use me, make me cum, baby.”

and you do exactly that, rolling your hips with such fever he would think you were actually a sick bunny on the third day of your heat. it’s intense, his heart racing underneath your palms on his chest. it doesn’t take long till his sighs turn into softer whines, his head rolling back to the arm rest of the couch as his pleasure builds over the edge.

again, you’re making up for the time you’ve lost.

“fuuuck me… want me t’ cum inside?”

“gimme.. g-gimme- give it to me,” you gasp, thighs clutching his thighs tighter together as you rut his thick cock impossibly deeper, until he finally lets go.

the feeling of his thick load spurting deep within your walls, white webs trickling down his cock from where he was nudged was almost fulfilling — quite literally. you finally got what you wanted and more as the sensation triggers your own release. crashing waves of endorphins buzz throughout your body, trembling at the sound of his groans and the sensation of your puffy clit grinding against his pelvis from how flushed close you were.

he doesn’t let go of you, hands tight around your thighs and eyes trailing back down to ogle the even stickier mess you both left. you can feel when he pushes your thighs further apart, hear when he outright moans at the sight of his cloudy white cum seeping out from your cunt and ringing around the base of his cock. there was silence other than your audible gasps, your unfocused eyes trail back to his face. you could purr in content upon observing the way he assesses your messy sex. his tongue is red and glistening with saliva, lollipop slightly lolled out from his gaping mouth. he looked great.

and when he suddenly met your gaze, all you could both do was let out breathless giggles and scoffs, his arm raising toward his forehead to rest and somehow cool his sweat with the back of his hand.

it runs down his face, taking the lollipop out his mouth on the trail there as you open your palms back over his chest, planting them gently while arching your body closer into his. you don’t think twice to open your mouth once he offers the sweet treat passed your lips, sucking on it fruitfully with the less amount of strength you have left.

you need the sugar after such intense activity.

“there’s your reward.” he offers in a raspy murmur, peering at you with his familiar, dimpled grin.

… ꨄ

a/n: when you write a fic to remember notes/terms for an anatomy exam, & this is what you get🫡 also, apologies for any mistakes, english isn’t my first language !!! ( nerd soobinnn <3333 tysm for reading!! )

[wiffhuff]

Murderessssssss girlie what are you scheming this time ಠ_ಠ

[lambilegs]

Congrats on the 1k!! ⭐️⭐️⭐️

My first word choice is Whelve from list #2

Sevika x Reader, open to sfw or nsfw

So I LOVED your Sevika!Roommate headcannons, and if your up to it I was hoping for maybe an alternate ending?

Cause when I was reading I started imagining oh shit what if reader kinda runs into Ran first a little as fwb and Sevila has to deal with the jealousy she starts to feel?? IF you're even interested enough in writing about Ran even a little.

If not the words Incandescence and Sweven caught my eye too lol your call ofc

1K DRABBLES: WHELVE, SWEVEN & INCANDESCENCE

whelve: to bury something deep, to hide  sweven: a dream incandescence: light produced by high temperatures note to anon: AHHH thank you so much love!! and I'm so happy you enjoyed roommate!sevi hehe, it was definitely fun to write. and I'm definitely into writing for ran, I think they're sooo fine 🤭 your idea had me inspired, and I decided to use all three of your words for it hehe. I hope you enjoy it <33 contains: angst with no comfort (pls I'm so sorry), alcohol, sevika pretty much being anguished over you being with someone else, based on roommate!au

sevika watches you from the bar, her teeth clashing together, almost as though she's chewing on something tough, rubber-woven, hard to truly break through. she knows she must look like a slightly deranged, wholly possessive girlfriend right now, but that's exactly how she feels. her mind is whirring with thoughts, and mixed with the hazy tinge of alcohol, she feels like she's clouded with a multitude of emotions that bear no mercy for her, brutally stacking upon one another until she's rubbing her eyes with the onslaught of pain surging through her mind.

because you're there. dancing with fucking ran, of all people. ran, who sevika had always been chill with, and upon whom she had bestowed the privilege of letting into her apartment. ran, who sevika has worked with for nearly a year now. ran, whose face she wants to punch into until she chips at least one tooth. she can feel it running through her veins -- hot, bleeding rage that seizes around every inch of her innards, tightening and squeezing until it's all she knows. she wants so badly to march up to you and rip you away from them, shake you and ask you what the fuck you're doing. because you're hers -- and she's trying. she no longer brings girls over, she tries to be nicer, she waits until you wake up so you two can do the morning crossword together.

but, that doesn't really mean shit, right? not when the fire whipping from the walls of this all-too-expensive club are setting your face aflame, making you glow in all shades of orange and gold. not when you look like a sunbeam brought to life, every sway of your hips and batting of your lashes striking sevika like a personal bolt send her way.

she wants, so badly, for it all to be one horrible fucking dream. sometimes, she stirs awake in the middle of the night, and hears your whimpers as ran takes care of you, and she squeezes her eyes shut, urging herself back to sleep. if she wakes in the morning, and there are no traces of ran in the apartment, she pitifully convinces herself that maybe the noises she heard last night weren't real. but, then again, sevika has never been one for tall tales. because no matter what she offers herself as a way out of this living hell, the underbelly always contains the same reminder: you're not hers. but, maybe you could've been.

it's a reminder that stabs into her gut without relent when she goes to work and sees a hickey on ran's neck. it's one that twists and sends her gut curling into mind-consuming pain when she finds you in the kitchen, wearing ran's t-shirt as you make dinner. it's one that bleeds her out until she's piss drunk and tumbling into her bed, drool leaking from her mouth and eyes stone-heavy, after she sees you kiss them on the dance floor.

that should be her. it could've fucking been her. if she had stopped playing around, if she had put an end to the games earlier, it could've been her arms wrapped around you in the club. it could've been her t-shirts you fidget with the stitches and loose strands of as you half-heartedly watch the television when eating your food.

but, instead, she chose to play around. she chose to keep bringing girls who she pictured to be you when fucking, and keep making comments to poke fun at how much you like her, how much you want her. because that space, the in-between line hovering between roommates who flirt and genuine romance -- that's a comfortable space for her. it's safe, it's far from the simultaneous confines and terrifying exposure that exists tucked away into the pockets of a vulnerable, deeper bond. it's one where she doesn't have to worry about obligations, or how the fuck she'll ever manage to confide in you about all the past memories that still lingers in her chest, burrowing in a hollow she's unconvinced she'll ever be fully rid of.

but, that can't be harder than this. this hell she's been occupying everyday, the flames licking at her and searing through her skin everytime she's faced with the fact that you're no longer hers -- not even by a half, which is what she was satisfied with before. but, how fucking stupid was that? it's not like back then, part of her didn't sting with the fact that you weren't hers in entirety, as something that is whole and not only distributed through brief touches and momentary banter.

but, now you spend so much time with ran that she doesn't even have a quarter of you, not even a piece. and even if you and ran are just fuck buddies, she can see how you light up when they drop by. how the two of you avoid her narrowed gaze as you usher them to your bedroom.

she can see how she's on the outs now. just as you once were.

and that solidifies her resolve, tying it with a red ribbon that's stapled in, unyielding to any force of affection or envy.

she's played with you enough. she'll let you have this.

even if it means she buries herself whole, not an inch of you left with her anymore.

[drdemonprince]

do you think it's worth it being nonbinary if you dont have like, body/physical dysphoria? Ive been identifying as nonbinary since i was 14 and when i was in high school it was great, i had my little liberal bubble queer friend group, and the rest of the school didnt pay much attention to me. My mom accepted me in the "i dont get it but whatever i dont want you to stop talking to me so i guess ill go along with it" sense, which while not perfect, its fine. But last september i started studying engineering and. Its really not going well. Like 85% of my classmates are straight guys and they range from thinking nonbinary people are cringe (and therefore they make fun of me when i walk by) to being extremely transphobic (im very scared of some of them.) And ive been trying to make friends with the girls in my class, and some of them are nice, but i can tell they also dont like that im nonbinary. One of them literally told me "i get that being a woman is hard, i dont like having periods or the ways guys look at me either, but you dont gain anything by denying yourself". So. I kind of think about that nearly every night now. Doubting whether im really nonbinary. And it really doesnt help knowing that basically every girl here either thinks that or just straight up thinks im gross and weird, ive literaly heard one of them go 'what is THAT doing in the womens' when i walked past her from the bathroom. I dont like going to class much.

Im thinking of detransisioning, i guess. I never started taking hormones (good luck getting those in eastern europe lol), so I could easily start looking like a cis girl again. These will be my coworkers and bosses, i cant live like this until i retire. i want to have fun uni experiences too. And ive been thinking so much lately about why im even doing this. Its just a few words that people call me by. Theres nonbinary people who use binary pronouns and pass as cis, i could be one of them and just not tell anyone that im actually nb. but on the other hand, it feels like im giving up on the trans community if i do this. Giving up on activism. Im sure im not the only one in this situation, if i detransition ill be letting them down completely. I dont want the next generation to be as fucked as this one. Also i came out very publicly to my entire class (i wanted to find other queer people to be friends with, i hoped that would do the trick maybe. I was so naive and stupid) and it will be so fucking humiliating to go back on that and im scared ill do all that and theyll keep treating me the same anyways because im already "tainted" by transness. So i would let so many people down for nothing.

The one other trans friend from my high school friend group solved this issue by paying more than ten fucking thousand euros per year to study in the netherlands btw. The exchange rate to our currency makes it somehow even worse than it sounds. Hes probably going to be able to start taking hormones before he gets his bachelors. I wish my mom was that rich :|

First of all, I want to say that I am so sorry anon that you are facing so much fucking exclusion and harassment. That kind of treatment pushes a lot of trans people into detransitioning, and it is brutal, and that this experience can happen to nonbinary people who are not on hormones but have otherwise transitioned is something that does not get acknowledged enough.

I can't tell you what you should do in your situation, because no outcome is great. But I think you might find some elements of this article from Kier Adrian Grey on ceasing their use of they/them pronouns (among the cis public!) interesting. They're an "ex anarchist" and a bit of an anti social justice dogma kinda person so I don't agree with them on many things, but I did like this point that they made:

"Hear me out: maybe the best way to understand they/them pronouns, within the context of a pluralistic democracy, is as a subcultural norm, a way for LGBT people to show respect for one another within our community. That sense of belonging I felt when I first found queer spaces was profound, and if using gender-neutral pronouns gives someone that gift, I am all for it. "But I do wonder if we are setting people up for hardship when we tell them that they should hope for, expect, or insist on they/them pronouns being used by everyone they encounter, and that they will be emotionally injured every time this fails to happen. In my thirteen years, misgendering was rarely malicious, and yet it still fed into a wounded identity and a suspicious worldview."

I don't think that what Kier has written about their experience applies to even most nonbinary people, and if taken too prescriptively by the wrong people it could be an awful dysphoria cope that leads a person to some pretty dark places. But! For someone whose feelings about it all are like Kier's, and whose life experiences have given them similar perspective, I think there is something to it. It's true that thinking a great deal about how one is gendered by others is crazy making and sometimes isolating, and if that's the sole way in which one's transness interfaces with the world, it's not always to the person's net benefit.

Here's the full piece:

I will say that based on all you had to say, anon, it would be a lot better for you if you could get around a lot of queer and trans people! What you're struggling with is not being seen and appreciated for who you are, and all the cis people undermining you are driving you crazy and making you doubt yourself. I'd MUCH prefer if you could find more local queer community or relocate if necessary to feel more appreciated as you are.

BUT if you find yourself resonating with this author's points and it feels like only being out to other trans and queer people would be good for you, that is okay to do. That isn't "detransitioning," it's being choosy about whom you trust. And many of us navigate those decisions. I'm not out as trans to everyone I meet! Most people just think I'm a cis guy. The big difference between you and me is that I have medically transitioned (and if you want to, I recommend ordering some hormones on India Mart!!!). You have some choices here about how much information you give to other people, how much you trust people who are incredibly ignorant, how much you will expose yourself to harm by making requests for treatment that might not happen, and how to build the community you need to survive this awful transphobic reality.

[cottage-worm]

omg thank you for tagging me @scourge-lover !!! these were so hard to think of for some reason lol

🪱wormy facts!!🪱

-one of the coolest things i own is an english textbook from 1916 thats was annotated by students over the years that i got from an antique store

-growing up w my mom who worked as a zookeeper, park ranger, animal rehabilitator, etc, means i have been known to just kinda pick up or try to pet any and all animals i come across, these apparently freaks ppl out when its snakes and spiders and such lol

-i only have two tattoos (so far) a bumblebee on my left forearm and a stick and poke crescent moon on my hip/butt lol

-i’m from cincinnati, but have lived away from it most of my life (with frequent visits to family) so my favorite food of all time is a cool cincinnati chili 3 way aka, pasta, chili, and a shit load of cheese. it is so rare i can have some tho rip

-big fan of trinkets i have so many little guys i’ve collected, one of my favorites is a little mint frog my aunt crocheted me

-i have synesthesia!!! specifically grapheme-color, which is where letters and numbers have specific colors, ordinal linguistic personification, where those letters and numbers have personalities, genders, and relationships. and also spacial sequence where sequences of things have spacial arrangement, like months in a year have a specific shape/loop they make in my head, and each year is a loop, its hard to explain but i may try to draw it someday!! (for more info on synesthesia i recommend this website)

i’m gonna tag….. @delusionsofgrandeur13 @yeet-ya-chickenstrips @arkhamsgirl @ladychibirae and @koilikesthefishy as well as anyone else!!!

Personal fun facts tagging challenge

Because I want to know fun facts and get to know my mutuals

-I was licked by a giraffe as a toddler

-I was in The Lion King Jr musical in middle school as a Zebra

-My favorite snack is dried pickled plum seeds

-I rode home in the trunk of a strangers car at my equivalent to senior prom

-I try to attend either an oddities expo or a comic/anime meeting once a year

I tag: @icnclsm @clovers-void @bookmothic-dyke

[techhiz]

I need to know how will the Terrains,Autobots and Decepticons react to a cybertronian having a fox as there altmode lol :3

I love your writing so far can't wait to see more in the future :3

"The Fox in the Midst."

The moment you arrived, things changed.

It wasn’t every day that Cybertronians encountered one of their own with an altmode so… unusual. Cars, jets, motorcycles, and even construction vehicles were the norm. But you?

You transformed into a fox.

Not a mechanical, quadrupedal scout drone. Not a battle-ready, feral beast. A sleek, agile, vulpine form that moved as naturally as any organic predator. Small but fast. Sharp but evasive. A perfect balance of grace and danger.

And no one knew how to react.

When you first arrived at the Autobots’ base, the silence was deafening.

Twitch blinked rapidly, optics flickering as if recalibrating. “Uhh… is that… a real altmode?” she asked, glancing at Thrash for confirmation.

Thrash’s optics widened. “I mean, it’s awesome, but—how? You could’ve picked anything, and you went with that?”

Optimus Prime, ever the composed leader, examined you with unreadable optics. “I have seen Cybertronians take on many forms,” he mused. “But a fox is… unconventional.”

Bumblebee folded his arms, lips curling into a half-smirk. “I gotta admit, that’s kinda cool. You could sneak around anywhere.”

Elita-1 nodded in approval. “Stealth-based altmodes have their advantages. Your size and mobility could be an asset in battle.”

Then there was Megatron.

He studied you, expression unreadable. His servo lifted, tapping his chin as he considered your form. “A fox,” he finally said, voice low and contemplative. “A creature known for cunning, adaptability… and mischief.” His optics darkened slightly. “I hope this is not a reflection of your loyalties.”

You met his gaze without fear. “I could ask the same of you, ex-warlord.”

A heavy silence settled over the room.

Then, to everyone’s surprise—Megatron chuckled. A deep, genuine sound that rumbled from his chest. “You have nerve, little one. I respect that.”

The tension eased, but the curiosity lingered.

Nightshade was the first to break the silence. “Oh, this is fascinating!” they exclaimed, optics practically sparkling. “The engineering required to shift into a quadrupedal form while maintaining structural integrity—tell me, how does your transformation cog handle the spinal realignment? Does it cause strain? What about balance?”

You blinked. “I… uh…”

Hashtag gasped. “Wait, does this mean you can do, like, those crazy fox jumps? Y’know, where they leap straight up and dive into the snow?!”

You smirked. “I can.”

Thrash practically vibrated with excitement. “Okay, okay, but can you, like, run up walls like those parkour vids? That would be so sick!”

Twitch, however, frowned slightly. “But… aren’t foxes kinda small?” she asked hesitantly. “Wouldn’t it be harder to fight Decepticons?”

Before you could answer, Megatron cut in. “Size does not determine strength,” he said firmly. “I have seen warriors half my size bring titans to their knees.” His optics locked onto you again. “Do not underestimate the power of a smaller frame.”

That was… oddly supportive.

Mo stepped closer, her head tilted. “So, like… are you fluffy?”

Your expression remained neutral. “…No comment.”

Facing off against the remaining Decepticons was another story.

Soundwave was eerily silent, his visor flashing as he scanned your form. He tilted his helm slightly, then gave a slow, calculated nod. Approval? Curiosity? Hard to tell.

Swindle burst into laughter the moment he saw you. “Oh, this is rich! You mean to tell me—out of all the altmodes out there—you picked a woodland critter?”

You smirked. “Coming from the guy who turns into a Jeep?”

Swindle’s laughter cut off. “Hey! My altmode is practical!”

Skywarp and Nova Storm exchanged glances, the Seeker duo visibly unimpressed.

“A fox? That’s just a fancy way of saying small,” Skywarp scoffed, arms crossed.

Nova Storm nodded. “Not much use in a fight. No wings, no armor. Seems like a liability to me.”

Rather than respond, you transformed.

In a blink, you were gone—nothing but a blur of movement weaving through the shadows. Before Nova Storm could react, a sharp tap landed against the back of her helm. She spun, only to find… nothing.

Then, just as quickly, you appeared behind Skywarp, claws grazing the sensitive plating along her side.

She yelped, jerking away as you smoothly shifted back into your root mode.

“Speed.” You gave them a pointed look. “Stealth. Precision.”

Skywarp bristled. “I let you do that!”

“Uh-huh,” you said, voice dripping with amusement.

Starscream sneered from the sidelines, arms folded. “Hmph. Impressive parlor tricks, but let’s see you take on a Seeker in the air.”

You smirked. “Why would I fight you head-on when I could just outmaneuver you?”

Starscream’s wings twitched. “That’s—” He scowled. “That’s beside the point.”

Soundwave let out a single, quiet ping. No words, just… acknowledgment.

Skepticism faded.

The Autobots came to respect your skills—Optimus trusted you with intelligence missions, Elita saw you as an invaluable scout, and Bumblebee found himself impressed by your evasive techniques.

The Terrans outright adored you. Twitch and Thrash constantly sparred with you, Hashtag recorded your movements like a sports analyst, and Mo was still convinced you were fluffy.

Even Megatron, who had initially been wary, acknowledged your cunning.

And the Decepticons?

They learned not to underestimate the fox.

Because while you might not have been the biggest or the strongest…

You were always the smartest one in the room.

[aoikitty]

Misc Four Design Concepts

(Legend is also here)

Uhh something something- I headcannon the Foursword/the colours kinda works like a prism when u shine white light through it- so I wanted to try to emphasizing white in his design. Rocs cape seemed like a good way to do that, here’s a bunch of ideas.

None of these are final obviously, other than what I did with the Colours tunics- I’m so attached to the single square of colour and the rest being white.

Also the single doodle of legend is inspired by one of the outfits in Triforce heroes. The blue one with the white cape and gold accents. Can’t remember its name rn but it goes hard so yk

Anyways im tired and suck at explaining my thoughts- sorry if they’re incomprehensible lol

[celestie0]

do you think there’s a reason why ihm gojo gave reader his mothers wedding ring, if so will we get to know in a future chapter?

this is a great question!

to be honest i dont know if i have a clear answer for this 🤔 sometimes, as an author (loosely self proclaimed lol), i kinda like “guess” what my characters would do in specific situations based on the image i have of them in my head and then later on as i try to get to know them better i just kinda use it as an opportunity to develop the plot better idfk if this makes sense i’m just yapping 😂😂😂

but i guess the point i’m trying to make here is i’m not entirely sure why he did that. i know i’ve mentioned before that when he proposed to his ex wife, he gave her a brand new ring. and it’s a mild spoiler to say this, but i think that he felt pressured to get her an entirely new ring because his ex wife is someone who was a bit more high strung and has opinions on her appearance (i’d say more high maintenance) and so he wanted to make sure she got whatever ring she wanted

but with ihm reader, idk i think gojo knows she’s someone that’s…a little bit more grateful for things ? like, he’s seen her suffer a lot over the past year alone, and he’s understood she’s a hard worker that doesn’t take much for granted. so i think he felt comfortable giving his mother’s ring to her, regardless of a faux sentiment, because he knew she would be happy to wear it

idk if this makes sense. it’s like, why waste a sentiment on a person that wouldn’t appreciate it? i think that’s how he felt w his ex wife, and not necessarily in a bad way, but he knew his ex wife well enough to know that she wouldn’t appreciate a hand me down ring. but w reader, it felt right.

and for the record, the ring obv means a lot to ihm gojo too. it’s one of the last memorabilia he has left of his mother/his parents marriage. if he’s going to trust it w someone, he’d want it to be someone he knows would take good care of it. n i think he knows that reader would take good care of it, even under the presumption of a fake marriage. he knows that she is that kind of person

hope this answers! i yapped sm im sorry haha but i loved this question! it got me thinking a lot ab my characters :)

[pie-bean]

please rank all the peppy bunnies, i’m curious - quenepa

Oh man, a lot of people have probably seen that I like a lot peppy bunnies so this is going to be really hard because I like them all.

Starting from least favorite:

Dotty is very cute and I like her black and white design with the teal ear details. My latest interaction with her was the last time I played the original game not too long ago and she was quite mean to me. >:(

Bunnie has a very warm and nice color palette that makes me think of apples. I know a lot of people find her eyes a bit unsettling but I don't mind them (they also kinda look like apple pits when you think about it, maybe that explains my impression of her). I've never had her on any of my islands or towns.

Chrissy is iconic but it's hard for me to invite her because I also need to have her live with her sister around. I wish you could get them both at once! On her own she's great but I've never had her and I have stronger feelings about the other bunnies.

Carmen was one of my main villagers back in the day when I played Pocket Camp a ton (2019?). I love her colors a lot, she reminds me of mint chocolate and she's quite stylish in general (giving her mint colored glasses looks really good!). She looks like she could be a very fashionable coworker in an office (oh and she definitely has gossip about everyone, look at that smug look of hers)

Gabi is one of my dreamies right now! I haven't had her on any of my islands or towns but she's adorable and feels like she would work great with some of the rural areas I'm working on. She's a bit obscure on social media compared to a lot of villagers but I know I will love having her on my island. If I find her during a villager hunt I'm getting her!

Bonbon is really cute and her cool brown and pink colors look so good. I like bangs on villagers too (controversial maybe?) so I like her hairstyle too. I like that she has a bit of sisterly villager vibes too – she has attitude! The sandals are neat too, very summery. I loved having her on my island.

Pippy is so cute and she looks like she could be a character in a vintage picture book. She has such good colors. The freckles are so adorable too (you might spot a trend here lol). I had her on Toe Bean 2021 and she kept hanging out with my favorite cat villager Tabby. They were so cute walking around and doing activities together. 🥺

Ruby is my favorite villager alongside Molly. I've made like a million posts with her and her space theme is perfect. I also love her expressions including her standard blank neutral stare (she's just like me). I know her stare and red eyes look scary to some people but I like that she's a bit weird, kinda alien looking. One design detail I found super cute is that she has sliightly pink ears and feet that with New Horizons' fur textures makes her look like she's made out of cotton candy. Anyway, it's hard to describe in words but she makes me happy! I want to invite her soon – Toe Bean isn't the same without her.

[obstinaterixatrix]

sister finished playing m!side, it’s got some good designs. I was in charge of looking up the walkthrough to tell her what to do during scary chase scenes (I would not have been able to do them but I still made fun of her). there were a couple of things we said that was p funny but I might’ve forgotten most of it lol. one thing was whenever any mita chased her around with some kinda weapon I’d be like “she’s gonna getcha!!”, the walkthrough said ‘ignore her long neck’ so when creepy mita’s long neck got in the way we were like, it sure is hard to ignore her long neck, when she said she wanted to play a game we were like. the game is stab you??

the game had some pretty good metafictional elements (the 2d segment) but I feel like there wasn’t really a juicy metanarrative. pretty straightforward ‘a cute anime girl wants to kill you and a different (sort of) cute anime girl wants to help you’. I also hate when cute anime girls are fixated on some random generic protag guys because I don’t care about generic protag guys. when we got his thoughts in 2d mita’s version, that was the most insufferable he’s been, but out of that he’s generally a vessel for plot progression. Did think it was funny when he’d be like “why are you like this??” and “what’s wrong with you??” At the cute anime girl trying to kill him

[dailymcrlyricanalysis]

The Ghost of You pt 1/2

This song is like a dialogue between the two characters, it’s a little hard to tell without looking into it because it’s sung by one person, but Gerard does this a lot, so come to expect it lol.

“I never Said I'd lie and wait forever” The woman, she misses the man,

“If I died We'd be together” The man, also misses his love, and is kinda tired of waiting.

“I can't always just forget her But she could try” Important thing to note here is that he doesn’t know how agonizing heaven is for the woman without him. He thinks, ‘it’s heaven of course she’s so happy, she doesn’t even know how much shit im going through for her” we can see him starting to show hints of resentment.

Bonus! (again)

My personal attachment to this song

This song holds such a place in my heart. It’s so amazing, the story and the passion put into it and the music video make me melt. I could probably listen to it for hours on repeat, the sorrow you can hear in Gerard’s screams are so incredibly devastating but in an absolutely beautiful way.

This song also has a lot of sentimental value to me because it was the first MCR song i remember hearing. I grew up listening to MCR but not really getting into it, I knew the popular songs and my mom’s favorites, but only enough to sing along with the chorus. My mom and I were driving somewhere and it was playing in the car and I actually heard the song. Not just the chorus or the melodies, but the song as a whole. What it meant, how beautiful it was. And then years later when i saw the music video it meant even more, and i saw it on an entirely new level. This is my second favorite MCR song. (second only to Emily)

[aristaspark]

Although I have an idea, what is the order of your favorite characters between JWCC and JWCT??

Good question !

Jwcc:

1- Brooklynn. I don't know, I just love how savage she is. I love that she knows what she wants and that she always stands her ground (I was sooo team Brooklynn during the phone gate). And I relate so much to her struggles when it comes to her feeling like an outsider in social settings. I like the fact that she's kind of the "popular girl" archetype but introverted and genuinely socially akward at the same time, and not in a quirky way. I feel like a character like Brooklynn has rarely been done, if ever.

2- Kenji. I've always had a soft spot for the annoying boy no one can stand and Kenji fits the description to a t. I love him even more because they actually explained what had led him to be that way (he's not just annoying for the sake of it, it's merely the result of his father abandonment) and it just makes sense.

3- Yasmina: I really like her, and as much as I like Brooklynn, I think Yaz is the one who resembles me the most 😂 I found myself relating to her so many times. She's the least annoying and the most mature tbh.

4 - Darius: I really like him, and I like the storyline with his dad, it explains his fascination for everything jurassic well but he's at that place because he's often too one note for my liking. Like, he does struggle to put himself in other people shoes to understand them even when he's the one in the wrong and he is REALLY idealistic, sometimes to the detriment of actual people. But I like him 😂.

5 - Ben: Ok, don't kill me. Ben is really hard for me to place because I kinda not like him in some seasons but like him in others lol. If we're talking season 1 to 3 Ben, I find him annoying and too immature, it puts me off. The season I dislike him the most in is season 3 where he's really selfish and makes some really questionnable decisions, but I do like the storyline. Now, season 4-5 Ben? Love him, I'd place him above Darius and maybe even above Yaz.

6- Sammy: Sorry, but as an introvert Sammy is really too much for me even from behind my screen 😭 She struggles with respecting people's bondaries or straight up respecting people who don't share her worldview. And idk, she's too optimistic it puts me off sometimes 😭 I like her, I simply like her the least overall.

Now, Jwct

1 - Brooklynn : What can I say, I'm loyal 😂 No but I really love where they took her character because it doesn't come out of nowhere, the seeds of her "downfall" had already been planted in jwcc and I live for it. People who say she's not the same watched jwcc with their eyes closed I don't care 😭 And with all the trauma she's been through I feel even more for her, and I can't wait to see what the end of her story will be.

2 - Kenji: I absolutely love him in jwct, but for different reasons I guess. They turned the stereotypical narcissistic boy into a man who's desesperately trying to find light in the pit of darkness that his life has become and I feel so much for him. Idk, I relate to him so much and I just want him to get the good things he deserves.

3 - Ben: I love him so much in jwct. I find him funny but touching at the same time. What I will say might sound controversial but I think one of the reasons I like him so much more here is because Bumpy is not there. In jwcc he always was kinda detached from the group because he was glued to Bumpy so much that she had become part of his character, but jwct, by removing Bumpy for most of the season, allowed him to really find his place in the group and to developp an identity outside of Bumpy.

4 - Sammy: LOVE HER TOO. She's so much more...idk...balanced? She still has that optimistic personnality but she's allowed to be more nuanced and I love that for her. She's able to listen to others and to learn from her mistakes which is a big evolution when we look at jwcc (we can see this especially in her scenes with Yaz). So yeah, stan jwct Sammy.

5 - Yaz: I still like her, but I feel like her personnality took too much of a drastic turn. She kinda feels like a different character in a way and it's kind of a bummer because I liked her "harder" side. In season 2, especially, I feel like her character can be summarized with a single word (therapist), and that's never a good thing. But I like her because, let's be honest, they wrote her to be likable, but she's missing something.

6 - Darius: Little disclaimer, me putting him last doesn't mean I don't like him, I love them all in jwct, but someone has to be last 😭 I like him in season 1 and his inner conflict regarding Brook's death/his involvement in her demise. But in season 2 I really feel like he's just kinda there. And the way he confessed really left a bad taste in my mouth which affected my view of his character. The fact that he had the nerve to throw Kenji under the bus is messed up on so many levels and he has yet to redeem himself in my book. So I'm waiting to see where they'll take his character because this could simply be the foundation for a very interesting arc, and I hope that's the case.

[no1ryomafan]

I be semi back into mega man and I’ve been thinking about why-despite it objectively being more known-it was harder to get people into compared to getter and I think it’s chalked up to the gameplay comes first over any story stuff. MM lore is still insane and a funny rabbit hole to fall into but its not what people think about when they think about this franchise past a basic plot summary, they think about a grueling platformer with freedom to do the stages in any order. But playing all these games, especially if platformers aren’t you thing, doesn’t give you all the lore context given this was a series made in the late 80s and continued up to the 2010s, so pieces of lore were kept to manuals or sometimes even interviews. Sure, a lot of people are use to outside sources for lore, but given how many games there are even if you could pretty much take away the first series out of it to make it seem clearer, you still have to deal with the fact the lord didn’t really pick up until the third platformer because X didn’t know if it wanted to be episodic like classic or actually be more serious- which among other reasons lead it to probably be the messiest series in terms of lore. And then there’s the fact you can’t even recommend someone to read a manga or watch a anime for lore retellings because all of the mangas basically are their own takes of games and anime? Lol despite some games having animated cutscenes the ones who got the anime privilege was the RPG games which everyone in the lore circles always ignore because it’s a separate timeline.

Basically: Mega Man really be “gameplay first, lore bits second” and given I meet a lot of people who don’t play many platformers/are good at them, + the factor there's multiple fucking series which makes it slightly confusing or overwhelming to a outsider, yeah me recommending niche mecha show that’s somewhat convoluted tends to be the better option.

[technically-human]

Your art is so, so, so, so cute. If you ever were so inclined, I would love to see your take on Charles finally getting to eat a plate of spaghetti

Edwin wasn't too sure he liked it, but I think he's convinced now!

ko-fi

[elsecrytt]

okay but jjk somnophilia is like

gojo "please please pleaaaaase let me put it in while you're sleeping PLEASE i swear i'll make you cum i proooomise please let's try it once pleeaaase. YOU can put it in ME whenever you want!!! any time any place anything you want in any of my holes!! wake me up with it!! it'll be soooo hot" satoru

vs

nanami "i have kink charts for both of us and they have sliding scales and notes section for each one. we can mark hard boundaries for what state of consciousness we want for ourselves or our partners, giving or receiving, what sex acts, etc. we'll set up a safe word and a safe gesture and then we can start trying things out" kento

vs

geto "sorry i fell asleep while eating you out, it will happen again. no, i won't stop eating you out when i fall unconscious. just tear me off your pussy if you don't like it" suguru