#but regardless of that... I've just never found myself attracted to him

[theolderguards]

it doesn't matter how ripped Jake Gyllenhaal gets... I will never find him hot 🙈

[sonic-takeover]

Happy pride!!! 🌈

Let's hear some of y'all's coming out stories!!

He-Heyyy, happy pride!! This is my first one actually. But uh... You guys already know my story, eheheh~

It was because of me.

Yep~ Shads is the one who made me realize I'm not just into the ladies. In case there's anyone new here who doesn't know, though, I'm bi!

I'm gay. I have never been attracted to women, so I knew pretty early. As a child, I liked Elvis very much. It wasn't until I became familiar with the current time, however, that I had a word for it.

Elvis?? Oh my chaos~

Yes. Shut up.

Hey, happy pride!! Oh my gosh, I can't believe it's already here! So I'm bi, and I found out when I was a kid, maybe around 12? I had this friend growing up who I had a really big crush on, and she was a girl. But it wasn't until I met Sonic that I realized my feelings for her felt the same as my feelings for him. It took me some time to understand and accept myself, but now I'm out and proud, hehe!

I have not considered these things. But I am in support of Amy and her friends. From my understanding, that makes me an ally.

Mhm~! My favorite ally in the world~ *She kisses his cheek*

I have had what I thought were brief crushes on men before, but I have since discovered that feeling to be admiration, not attraction. I am solely attracted to women. As for my story... I did not seek romance for most of my life. I was too busy. I did, however have a lady's maid I would sneak off with to kiss. I did not understand at the time what that meant. When I met Silver, I believed myself to have feelings for him at first, but when I compared that to how I felt for her and for Amy, I understood the difference. Silver is merely an admirable teammate and good friend. It also takes me some time to realize my feelings, so perhaps... Demiromantic lesbian?

Omnisexual~ For me, attraction is attraction, regardless of gender. I do prefer women, though~ Men are more fun to flirt with, but women have my heart, hehe~ Especially one woman~

Aww, haha! I'm a lesbian. I've known since I was a kid. It's just always been girls for me. But I've never found a girl I liked as much as Rouge here~

*Rouge giggles and kisses her cheek* My story, dear, is a fun one. I discovered my skills in flirtation when I was starting off being a thief, and eventually realized I found every kind of subject cute, no matter what their gender was. I thought I was pan for a very long time, but eventually I realized I preferred women. It was when I dated Topaz that I accepted it.

I'm pan!!! I'm into all sorts of people, and it all feels basically the same as far as attraction! I found out when I moved into the bigass house and started thinking about love! Now I know myself and have a bunch of flags all over my room, hehe~!

Oh, uh.. I don't really know! I just kinda like who I like, I guess. Back in my old timeline, we didn't use labels like this, so it feels really foreign to me. It wasn't something people cared about, I guess? They just accepted it. But I do know I like Espio! That's all I need :)

I am homosexual. I found out by accident when I was a teenager. I was dared by someone I knew to kiss a boy as a prank, but I found I enjoyed it. A few crises later, I realized I had only ever had real crushes on guys. I'm still very private about my sexuality, but I do not believe I hide it well. I have sometimes met people who somehow automatically knew. Perhaps I give off a "vibe," as Silver would call it.

I do not see the purpose of this. My life is that of a warrior. I am the guardian of the Master Emerald, I do not seek distractions such as these! I have never felt these feelings as my companions describe. Amy has told me that means I am the "aro of ace."

((Hi! I realized Shadow was a kid before Prince was a thing, so I changed his childhood crush to Elvis. Happy Pride!! -Mod))

[ya-killin-me-smalls]

drop any madcom shipping thoughts you've been having. any ship. any way. multiple ships if you want. im giving you permission to ramble

oh man that's way too much power for one me

below the cut

2bmos

gotta start with my reason for breathing. Doc and Deimos have such a fun, interesting dynamic to me. I kind of wish I'd started Tear in My Heart a little further back in time instead of where I did because Doc really did consider Deimos his friend before things got complicated, and that's something I'd wanna explore eventually. the late night talks out on the balcony, the business trips Deimos would tag along on both as protection and just as company, every doctors appointment that Doc attended with Deimos to make him feel more comfortable because he knew these things stressed him out. the yearning. it wasn't love at first sight for Doc but when he did finally fall it was hard. sure, always found Deimos physically appealing, but it was the loyalty, the devotion, the resilience, the ferocity; it was watching Deimos laugh to the point of tears over something ridiculous and seeing him genuinely smile for what might've been the first time in his life. he loves Deimos as a friend, a partner, a favorite weapon, a head trophy, and a priceless possession

on Deimos's end, it's more complicated. difficult for him to put into words. Doc is master, first and foremost, regardless of the nature of their relationship. not to say that Deimos doesn't have his own opinions or blindly follows orders. he follows orders with eyes wide open knowing damn well whether it's morally correct or not, and he does it because Doc is his entire world from the moment he leaves the Agency. everyone else is either afraid of him, wants to fix him, or wants him dead, but not Doc. Doc trusts him as he is and welcomes him with open arms even when he's angry and hurting. it takes Deimos a long time to sort out his own feelings, at first only viewing Doc as another leader to follow, this one much kinder than the last. a source of comfort when he feels like he's going to break. a distraction from the rest of the world. a scapegoat for every evil he commits, because at the end of the day he's just following orders. he wants to think that Doc could love him but considers it just a fantasy until he sees Doc hurting in his absence. when it's Doc's turn to drop to his knees and weep at the sight of him, clinging to him in any way he can and telling him outright that he loves him

and all of this could've been made way easier if they weren't stupid and Doc went "hey, I like you like you and want to be more than friends" or if Deimos grew a spine and said "tell me what we are or I'm done here." but they don't do that because they suck

hankford

specifically gonna blab about my vampire/vampire hunter au because I've been meaning to do that. total canon overhaul where Sanford is a vampire hunter that's been following a trail of grisly murders for months now, tracking something more intelligent and ellusive than he ever has before. entire families slaughtered, throats torn out, bodies left completely unrecognizable

which leads to Hank, skipping from small town to small town out west where these things can be blamed on wild animal attacks, never sticking around long because they know they're being followed. they could kill Sanford pretty easily but know better than to attract the attention of other hunters, and somehow their kills getting more and more gruesome isn't shaking him off their tail. gonna save myself a little time and put screenshots from discord rambling

I swear I'm gonna write it at some point

but yeah throughout this whole ordeal Sanford is convinced he's under some sort of mind control/poison that's making him feel like this because there's just No Way he's hot and bothered for a vampire. but he is and Hank knows it

[per-sii]

Plz help (I'm desperate)

I really don't know how to approach this, but I would like some help from the devotees of Lord Hypnos. I'll speak from what I remember and add details from the past later. A few days ago, I started feeling the desire to research him, his family, and everything that comes with being devoted to him.

To clarify, I have never mentioned this or posted about it on any social media; I simply thought about it and read about it in a mythology book I own (sorry if this is disrespectful). A few hours after I started reading, I realized that several things associated with him had been happening around me.

A wonderful example: when I'm reading something about him or simply remembering that I need to research, I hear morning birds singing, regardless of the time. Here’s an example that happened recently: at midnight, I was reading about him, and right outside my bedroom window, a bird like that started singing. Similarly, I have found many feathers everywhere. This has been happening for months, as well as the birds, but I never paid attention to it. Now that I've read about it, I feel like an idiot because I don't know if I should truly follow my path to devotion.

After what happened while reading about him, I did a tarot reading and was very direct with my two questions. In both, I received the same answer: 'Let the veil fall, see reality, stop holding on, and start trusting your intuition.'

Because of past experiences (which I said I would comment on), I’ve realized that since I was 14, I have felt an attraction to the theme of sleep—how many people find refuge in it, and how I myself have seen it as a refuge for a long time.

Forgot to mention that this morning I said to myself "I'm gonna do research about lord Hypnos just because", and when it came time to do it I was still in bed (doing nothing) I said "I'm not going to get up, I don't have anything that can drag me out of here" while I was scrolling on TikTok, out of nowhere my internet got cut out. I got out of bed and jokingly I said "well, maybe it was a sign so gimme back my internet" not even a minute later I had my internet back. And that has happened a few times when I'm researching about this.

I would like to know the opinions of others since I come from Catholicism, and I feel a bit silly for getting excited about this while also realizing that there is truly something beautiful beyond. Even though I already believe fervently, I don’t feel like it’s possible for me.

[agenderpunked]

just finished lost. will not be recovering, ever, me thinks...

I'M GONNA RAMBLE BECAUSE WHAT WAS THAAAAT OUUUUUGH I DIDN'T SEE ANY OTHER WAY FOR IT ALL TO END BUT THE FACT THAT IT *IS* WHAT THEY WENT WITH hURTS

I have so many thoughts and many of them are spoilers so if you haven't watched Lost (2004) stop reading this and go watch it instead.

- Jack dying in the same place he started. The cinematography and spiritual implications of making a trek back to the beginning and finally closing his eyes... DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON VINCENT LYING DOWN NEXT TO HIM I CRIIIIIIIIIIIED. THE DOG KNOWS "LIVE TOGETHER OR DIE ALONE" AND HE MAKES SURE JACK DOESN'T DIE ALONE IM IN SHAMBLESSSSS DONT TALK TO ME

- rose and bernard. i care you so bad. i want a bob ross energy survival show spin off that just follows them making their cabin and garden and traps and such and exploring the area around their cabin. Unproblematic favs, truly. THE FACT NO ONE BELIEVED ROSE WHEN SHE SAID SHE KNEW HER HUSBAND WAS ALIVE???? who visited you and told you that? are you just that faithful??? Did that hope, faith, and love protect both of you from dying on the island before you found each other??

BC ALSO. sorry but i view faith as energy, and when you focus and devote that energy to something it becomes concentrated, and what do our brains run on? electricity. what is everything about Lost about? electromagnetism. What can spirits fuck with? electromagnetic frequencies. That energy can be used to attract what you're searching for. Rose is such a necessary character ESPECIALLY for Jack's development because of how she displays such radical acceptance when she knows there are things she cannot change, ie. cancer, being trapped on the island, being surrounded by danger, and focuses instead on what she can, confirming her husband's status, creating an environment that feels safe, and enjoying the time she has left with the people she loves.

- Boone and Shannon getting into a bar fight at the end??? Boone walking up to Hurley and chatting??? Boone and Shannon are severely underrated characters in my opinion, and it's 100% from the emotionally incestuous aspects of them, which is a shame because I truly believe they are one of the most realistic depictions of relationships like that that I've seen in media. I didn't immediately like Boone. I thought he was an asshole because the show presents Shannon and Boone to you as they would an unhappy romantic relationship, but they never confirm it, even joke about it, to the point I nearly immediately realized 'They're not dating at all. They're siblings that were emotionally neglected by their parents and are codependent as all hell.'

Watching further, I was so scared to think I'd find Boone slander all up and down in the fandom while Shannon gets victimized and absolved of her fucked up actions, because of the way we immediately see Boone treat her without the context for understanding their relationship and that Boone was only on 815 to bail her out of another abusive relationship. But what I actually got from the fandom was NOTHING. ABOUT EITHER OF THEM!!!!

HOW ARE WE NOT TALKING ABOUT BOONE HALLUCINATING SHANNONS DEATH AND ADMITTING THAT HE WAS UTTERLY RELIEVED 😭😭😭 IM GONNA BLOW MYSELF UP ABOUT IT GOOD GOD.

The fact that Shannon also does find a potentially healthy relationship with Sayid, and that Sayid can allow himself to feel and care for someone and have gentle and tender moments in such a hostile environment while serving as the groups main mercenary, and make her feel safe, regardless of her clearly morally skewed history of dating. Sayid has morals, and he wants to stick to them, but he's been put in environments that do not allow him to adhere to that. He has restraint, and emotional intelligence. The glimpse we get into Shannon's life shows she hasn't been around men of those qualities, at least recently, save for Boone, who even then, doesn't compare next to Sayid. Imagining how Shannon would have felt about Sayid being brought back in the temple and seeing how extremely empty and different he is 😟

- Thinking about the general implications of what the island is, as well... Did they ever survive the initial crash? When they leave the island, were they alive? or was it merely an illusion of life? Is death on the island equivalent to someone accepting that they're dead and moving on for realsies? Is the island symbolizing purgatory? The themes of duality and shadows and light and twins are also not lost on me and rank this media even higher because these were not on my bingo card or prior knowledge of the show and they are damn near a critical criteria for intriguing me and getting me into a media.

Are the souls whispering in the forest of the island trapped there? Michael says they can't move on, but is it a personal choice grappling with what they did? Or is it related to actions done after death, while passing through purgatory, that decides whether you are bound to a place or able to move freely???

Oooooooough.....

[ouroboros-hideout]

WELCOME TO DOGTOWN - Part 1

First small text of a (hopefully) future collection of stories in the Noir!AU setting. Aon just entered Dogtown, hoping to talk to someone who can help her track down Vlad Volkov, whom she has sworn to hunt down after he participated in the wipeout of her clan many years ago.

The abandoned apartment I found was a dumpster, but served its purpose as a temporary accommodation. Not that I really intend to stay for long. Not longer than really needed.

However, the view had its charm - even if this place was as miserable as the reason for my visit. Shiny from the outside, rotten to the core on the inside - just like the man I hope to find here, finally. 

Dogtown - a junkyard. The remnants of broken dreams of the super rich, now nothing more than a pile of ashes stolen and ruled by a wannabe dictator. Who, as it seemed, was just as fake and corrupt as everyone he tried to keep out of his little empire. 

I could get rich here, not a single soul who makes it to this fucked up place doesn't have dirt on them. Scum, killers, psychos, whores, better or worse, all lost to the world outside of these walls. And surely someone would be willing to pay for their passing. There was always someone. That is what attracts them all here - freedom for the hopeless and persecuted. I could buy a huge trailer, or even a nice piece of land, all to myself. I'd never have to deal with the filth of society again, regardless of whether they are from the upper or lower classes. A premature retirement. Shit - how idyllic. 

But no money in the world, or any other favors, could make up for what he did to me - and no matter how hard he tried by leaving the continent, changing his name and even his face - I will haunt him like the hundreds of souls his hands have taken from me until he payed for it. All that mattered was blood for blood - or whatever was circulating in his fuckin' chromed up body. 

But to my luck, not a single one of these junkies and petty criminal gang goons here knew who I was. If so, they certainly wouldn't have waved me through their gates like a welcomed visitor. 

Far be it from me to brag about what I've achieved in the last decades. I'm not one of those guys with a micro dick who have to count how many people they've killed in their lives to feel important. Here - it wouldn't have done me any good anyway. In Europe, they hire me when they want something done quickly, search and destroy. I always get to my target. All the other SovOil bastards from the past, who already had a taste of my blade, are proof for this.  But in Night City I was nobody. Admittedly a welcome change - but if you need to get information, it was a hindrance if nobody wanted to trust you. 

I hope the man I'm supposed to meet today isn't another dead end. Even if this little cult - or whatever he and his friends have going on, sounds a bit fucked up. But he's my only lead at the moment. And anything that gets me closer to Volkov is worth it.

[missin-you-already]

what are some of your gender / sexuality hcs for RE film characters? Are there any interpretations you agree or disagree with?

OOH. Sorry, this got super long.

Alice: Bisexual with a slight lean toward women. I think before the nerve gas and while she has her thing with Spence, she considers it just experimenting on the side. After, she's like yeah. I'm not straight.

Vaguely unrelated, but I do wanna talk about how I think pre-nerve gas Alice remained detached to avoid things getting in the way of her false marriage/security position. Post-nerve gas Alice falls hard and fast (w/Rain, Carlos, Claire...), but she tries to close herself off because she's afraid of losing them. She does. Rain and Carlos, I mean. Claire lives. How can Alice open up and let herself love when she directly/indirectly causes everyone around her to fucking die? Time to isolate in the desert!

Rain: Like I said in another ask, I can picture her as bi, but I've always written her as a lesbian. There is no universe where I can see her as 100% straight. Her general attitude is "If you don't like me, I don't give a shit," so she's never tried to hide it. Usually just describes herself by saying "I'm into chicks", but not opposed to blatantly calling herself gay or a lesbian.

J.D.: I go back and forth between writing J.D. as gay and bi. I can't decide what I think. Either way, he's closeted. Maybe he's messed around with some dudes in the bedroom, but has never considered a relationship because of that. Rain knows. She walked in on him and saw more than she wanted to, he denied it, but not for long because hey, she's not closted.

And also, she cuts off at one point to tell him she "doesn't give a shit who he fucks", so he can relax. They are MLM and WLW solidarity to me.

Jill: Bisexual. Also true of Game Jill to me. She doesn't really lean one way or the other. Regardless of the gender of who she's dating, she's a bit private when it comes to her relationships, so while she's not necessarily closeted, you probably wouldn't know unless you're close to her.

Terri: ...Also bisexual. Heavy lean toward men. Doesn't even realize she's attracted to women. If confronted with the thought, she'll talk herself out of it. Very "Don't be ridiculous! All women think about other women that way! :)" If she does figure it out, she'll stay closeted or semi-closeted due to fear of how people would react.

K-Mart: Transgender and pansexual. When her bio family is still around, she isn't out and doesn't know what she identifies as, but they ask her if she's gay like she's being interrogated and make her feel like something's wrong with her. The apocalypse is a fresh start. She finds a lot of comfort in using labels. She feels free to be herself in the convoy. They don't know her deadname. She doesn't tell them. They just call her K-Mart because that's where they found her, and they care about her and make her feel loved, so... she's K-Mart now.

Claire: Bisexual with a lean toward men. Also true of Game Claire to me. She's open about it. Figured it out young and was kinda hesitant to tell Chris at first since he's her only family. Older Claire knows that, whatever, her brother will always love her.

...I do think Chris in the games is attracted to men (gay), but I don't feel that as strongly with Movie Chris. Maybe. I probably wouldn't write him as queer myself but I'd easily buy it if someone else did. The same kinda goes for Leon. I feel strongly that Game/WTRC Leon is bi, but Movie Leon feels pretty straight to me.

Good Rain: If you didn't already know, Rain has a heart-shaped pride sticker on her car! I think it's most visible after it flips over and Suburban Alice kicks the door open. Like the person she was cloned from, I think she's a lesbian. I dunno why, but I find it harder to imagine her interested in men than the real Rain. She's out of the closet.

This is sort of a headcanon I'm all over the place with, but since the clone troops are created for work and nothing more, I can picture them falling on different parts of the aro/ace spectrum.

Bad Rain: Rain experiences no romantic attraction and a small amount of sexual attraction. She wouldn't call herself a lesbian, but she wouldn't consider getting in bed with a dude. They're alright to look at sometimes, though. She's never heard any aro/ace terms in her life. Even if she had, she wouldn't call herself those either. What are her preferences? None of your business. Fuck off.

Bad Carlos: Carlos is gray-aromantic, so he might find a woman he's romantically attracted to, but it's rare. He feels basically no sexual attraction at all. Sex is okay. He could probably live without it. He doesn't use the labels. Maybe would call himself asexual if he knew it's a thing?

Bad One: James is as far on the aromantic and asexual spectrum as a person can be before they, like... fall into the repulsed categories. Doesn't know the terms, just says he "doesn't think about those things". Would absolutely not pick up on it if you tried flirting with him, he'd just look at you like : |

Ada: I am a demisexual Ada truther. I think she knows that the way she experiences sexual attraction is "different" so to speak, but has never gone beyond occasionally thinking to herself, "I wonder why I'm like this?"

Wesker: Aroace. This is also true of Game Wesker to me (shocker). He is far on both spectrums and could not give less of a shit. Sex is a waste of time. He has better things he could be doing. He tried it once and was bored. The thought of romance bores him even more. Would maybe refer to himself by both terms. Not in an LGBT way, but exclusively in a... "This is why you shouldn't bother me," kind of way. Does that make sense?

Cobalt & Abigail: Grouping them together because because I have basically the same thoughts about both. Openly lesbian. They came out in their teens. Cobalt vibes more with the term sapphic.

Vance Drew: Asexual. This is the last aspec headcanon, I swear. He'd partake in sexual acts to make his partner happy and show affection, but he never craves those things. Uses the label and only open with partners.

Mikey: Bisexual with a lean toward men. Earlier in the apocalypse, before he met the convoy, he had a boyfriend. He turned. Mikey's confided in Claire and nobody else.

Chase McAvoy: Closeted gay dude. Picked up this headcanon from @chrisitsraining (miss you <3). I haven't formed many thoughts on him beyond that, but it feels right and he seems gay to me in the way Joe Baker does.

[abyss-seer]

Just saying the day I met the love of my life (in Parallel universe)

I was wearing blue shirt and maroon pants (bad colour combo according to me)

Had rubbed jasmine perfume (itar) on me (I always disliked the smell of jasmine)

Had washed my hair with lice shampoo (which has a lot of fragrant smell in it)

Got rid of all my lice, cleaned my body and wore something comfortable, applied a perfume that would annoy my r@pi$t deliberately. Felt safe in my body. That's when he came in and saved me.

So just saying, the person that you might love the most, might not come in the way that you might plan, might find you attractive regardless of how you plan to impress him, you may meet him on the day you start protecting yourself for your sake. And trust me you might not plan to meet your lovers in that getup but he might feel interested in you just by you being you.

So be normal, you will find him, (he will come to you when you least expect him to). He will see you for yourself, find you interesting and will make moves on you the day you thought you wore the worst clothes to impress this kind of marvelous man.

Trust me on that. And one day might make the most beautiful song out of you, after getting inspired by your worst getup, worst perfume and worst looks. Will turn you into a muse or an inspiration you never thought you could ever be in that getup.

But that is true. That's how love starts....

So ditch that cheating, lying, scumbag of a man/woman who is currently stopping you from meeting the love of your life and protect yourself. You might not even know that there was somebody capable of getting inspired and loving you in your most comfortable and safest clothes without judging you but rather getting inspired by you.

Please know that, do yourself a favour, instead of getting treated like garbage by some scumbag, try to protect yourself from him. You Prince Charming will come by and might fall in love with you when you are the safest

Just saying I've never been more safe, independent and confident in myself till I met him. Believe me girl, believe me.

He found me, ME and I discovered myself. Let me tell you that. The moment you take an oath to protect yourself from all the bad people in life, you will start seeing him, meeting him and eventually he will protect you my girlies. He will protect you 💟

[anamelessfool]

OC pride asks

For Primo: 6

For you, the writer: 14, 16, 18

OC Pride Asks

I'm 36, and there's a lot of stuff that's new now compared to twenty years ago. I've come into my own and found a label for myself (queer), although I'm personally indifferent to labels. But I think it's important to a lot of people and I support anyone who chooses a label. So that's where I'm coming from, and my characters reflect that.

I have all the characters’ traits in my mind when I write them, but sometimes they just never explicitly come up.

6. How does your OC feel about labels?

I'm no queer history expert but I think we have a wider range of labels now than in the 1960s/70s. Primo didn't even explore much before he returned to the Church. He had a lot of anxiety about attraction before the liberated environment of the Satanic Church of the Void. (His brothers, having been raised in the Church, had no such hangups.) If he were around today he would describe himself as pan.

I suppose his journey reflects my own, a little.

14: Any ace/aro OCs?

Yes! I've had one that was in the first ever story I wrote (and I took it down to work on it.) He’s a Sibling named Friar who works and lives in a satellite Church that Terzo visits just before his forced retirement. He’s a voice of reason character for the main character who has got herself wrapped up in Satanic Church of the Void drama. Nobody ever really explicitly says “hey, I am —-!” But in the way he interacts with everyone is reflective of his total worldview.

16. Did you ever change an OC’s Identity when they were already established?

I did, yes, for plot purposes. I like to have a “straight” (straight like in “straight man” in a comedy sense) person or relationship to oppose a main character or relationship. Like a “ghoul that acts normal around humans/their mission” Edelweiss Ghoul/Earth Ghoul/Alpha Ghoul vs. Omega who falls for his summoner and breaks a lot of rules. That way the reader feels the stakes more and doesn’t make assumptions about characters based on their lot in life, just their personality. These two characters Pamela and Frieda from my next three fics (the pre-retirement Terzo one and two Secondo ones) I turned from sisters to romantically involved. The way they acted around each other and also as a foil for Secondo’s own relationship hangups felt more like a romantic connection than a sibling one. It was a lot more interesting and flexible for me that way, so I changed it.

18: Do you prefer to give your OCs specific labels?

They’re in my head but never specified unless I do a profile of them or someone directly asks me. Also, in regard to the ghouls human ideas of gender and sexuality don’t apply to them. If anything all my ghouls are gender-fluid if we are thinking from human standards. I try to have a lot of different ways to be a ghoul featured in my work so readers get that impression organically. They’re human-shaped because their summoner is human, and there’s multiple ways to be human-shaped and how each ghouls reacts to that is based on their own personality. Aether Ghoul was cis female and she/her in his previous tour 400 years ago, but Edelweiss Ghoul has always been he/him regardless of how his body was constructed at the time. When the ghouls are in their natural astral living space beyond their human-shaped vessels, they are all they/them, and choose the form they wish. And a lot of times the forms are animals or just concepts and not human shaped at all.

Thanks for waiting for my really really long response!

[vampcubus]

Your fabolousness Queen Ashi, it is I, poll nonnie or a nonnie named desire.~ just kidding you can call me whatever. Anyways I thank you ever so kindly for giving me the chance to share my tragic story and unburden myself. Oh and that phrase you like is a spanish saying. One of my favorites that i try to live by. I believe you could use it in this time of need, because though I haven't expressed it you have my support. As I said previously fuck dem kids. Best thing you can do sometimes is not acknowledge the squealing, don’t give foolishness a platform. There's enough of that already.

Now, I will try to make it brief, but I tend to ramble, so I may require two parts. But I'll try to get to the point. So, without further ado, hit it with the sad violin music or Sarah McClellan.

I must begin by saying that I do not receive much male validation... like ever. Which is strange because I have an ample bosom and a winning personality, but alas men will fuck a mcchicken sandwich but they won't fuck me. I have found however that they do fuck with me quite often. See, ever since I was a girl, I've been the object of cruel pranks where I would be asked out as a joke. Boys had no qualms using me as a sort of penalty of a low bar of attractiveness if you will and that remained through grade school. Thing is everyone said you will thrive in college and that happened to some of my friends, but not me. Even in college nothing ever really happened, and I was always more invested in the interactions than the men were. So I've learned to pick up cues and behavioral patterns to know when I'm being led on, or when they're waiting for me to put out.

This all leads to a couple days ago. You read that right. Mere days ago I reconnected with someone from early college through Facebook, a den of foolishness and evil. Being graced with male validation I was gleefully happy for the first couple interactions. I returned to my youthful girlish days of squealing when I got a message.

My grave sin, is I caught myself simping. *Simping* for a human male when I swore to myself and vowed by the queens Ruby and Teresa that I would *never* be caught simping for a man unless that happened to be Leon Sexy Kennedy in the fucking flesh. Needless to say, the man I was tragically simping for is far from a Leon. I wouldn't even consider him an Ethan Winters (less beloved but perhaps equally devoted lover). I decided to stage an intervention and request assistance in this endeavor from some bad bitches because that could not stand. No it would not stand. Homeboy was leaving me on read. Taking hours to reply. Sending single sentences responses? I knew the signs. I knew them well, I had not put out. Or perhaps he had realized that he'd drunk messaged me. Regardless it would not stand that interaction though only days brief would end by my terms dammit. I just needed some reassurance that I was doing the right thing, because a softer. Weaker part of myself kept making excuses for this fool. So thank you again your fabolousness, and if you've made it this far you are a real gem. I sincerely thank you for helping me remember my worth because Queen Ruby didn't get her face burned so that I would simp for a common peasant who can't be bothered to send a timely reply.

“alas men will fuck a mcchicken sandwich but won’t fuck me” TOOK ME OUTTTTT 😭😂

PLEASE I JUST GOT HOME FROM A HARD DAY AT WORK AND YOU GOT ME DYINGGGG /POS. “i wouldn’t even consider him an Ethan winters” DRAG HIMMM 👹

i could listen to you ramble about your life all day i am so entertained. your storytelling skills >>> i’m glad metaphorically kicked that guy the the curb cus you deserve better queen 😤 especially with a personality and sense of humor like yours.

[thetinylittlespider]

Tearing Up: Season 1

Chapter 9: Curiosity at rescue

CW: Mature language, dehumanization.

A.N: Finally we got into the good part! Not gonna give details ofc, but the worst has finally passed. UwU

For now...

The night at the city was something that I've never looked forward to. But during the rain, the whole idea of walking aimlessly was a bit more attractive. People usually stayed at home, and the authorities let their guard down since there was no people to threat or scare. A perfect time to focus on myself without worrying about anything.

That...would've been the case this night...If it were not for what I found. Something that made me stop like if my feet were stuck to the concrete of the ground. It laid there, motionless, but still breathing...

ーWhat th-...What are you?ー I was completely frozen...Never in my life have I ever seen something so...Small.

"Way to end the end the night, Emma..."

I've heard about fairies before, they went extinct a few years ago, when the hunt for magic by the government got increased. But the more I looked into the creature, the less it looked like a fairy, it had no wings.

I crouched to get a better look of it, it was wearing a full bodysuit, it was orange like those of a prisoner. But how is it possible that a prisoner can be stored this small? I have no idea. The body of the creature was mostly covered in mud, and its hair was a mess. Along with some traces of...Blood? Of his own perhaps?

Before doing anything else, I reach my hand to the little figure on the pavement, and poked him with my index finger, just to pull my entire hand away in a second...I just wanted to test if it was dangerous, if it attacked me in response. But it only gasped for air once more as the water level increased thanks to the rain. It was too tired to even move anymore...Poor thing.

I scooped it up from that little puddle, carrying it carefully between my hands. Where its cold body remained unresponsive, but the tiny movements on its chest was enough to confirm it still had a pulse. Gosh...I didn't knew what was this, or how such a thing found itself on such state, how did it managed to come all this way here? Why come out?

Questions with no answer, if I called the authorities, it was likely that they would start experiments or outright kill the creature...I knew. Maybe the best idea...for the moment, would ve taking it home, see if it recovers. Yeah...That sounds way better...

3 hours later...

I placed the creature over the nighstand in my bedroom, I was not sure of what kind of food this thing liked...so a piece of bread and a cap of water would have to do the trick...if it wakes up that is. For the moment, cleaning the body a little bit was the best I could do, at least I got rid of the mud covering half of its face...Heh, with a better look, the tiny creature was actually cute, like a little sleeping beauty. Unfortunately, this state was probably produced by everything but something nice.

Shit...What if it panics? Should I place something on top of it? A cup? Maybe use tape on the torso? I didn't thought about this well...Damn.

And before I could manage to find a way, or an object to prevent any rash attempts to escape, the tiny figure opened its eyes, I could see the little head of the creature moving, looking around, scanning the entire room with confusion and then, eyes widening...Not making a move...

ーH-Hey!ー I said while lifting a hand in a friendly manner...it remains in silence. ーJust...don't move, I'm not sure if you are hurt or...ー It darted out of the nighstand...it just rushed towards an edge and jumped off. Was I actually that frightening!?

Regardless of that I couldn't let that thing get away and get hurt! Not that it was actually a way out, both my door and windows were closed, so I just had to catch it before an accident happens...

ーAre you trying to get yourself killed!?ー I said almost jumping towards the side of the nighstand...hands ready to safe the creature from falling...but it never touched my palms...it was sticking to the side of the nightstand...his back and palms firmly touching the wood. Scared...Chest moving fast due to quick breathing, and watery eyes holding back tears of despair...

"Please...D-Dont hurt me, I'll go back to the cage j-just don't shoot me!."

I was out of words...it could actually talk...and, begged for mercy? Cage? Shooting!?

Just what did I just found out there? Or...now that it seems to have a brain...Who?

ーI'm not going to hurt you...You fainted on the street, and I tried to take care of you.ー I said softly, slowly getting closer, trying to position myself in a way that could be easy to catch him now that he stayed stick to the nightstand. How could he do it? Another question for when the moment calls for calm.

He seemed nervous, he locked his eyes on me, desperate, confused, his face alone told me that for him it was strange that someone could show some type of nice gesture, such as helping. If he was not human, then what were his views on humanity? Who were trying to hurt him? Or..."cage"...he got imprisoned, at least once.

ーC-care?ー He said for a second, before moving a hand and pressing on his stomach...His face shifted to that one of slight annoyance. Was he...ーH-Hungry...ー

Yeah...Exactly what I expected.

ーI have some bread...on the top of the nightstand, water too...Ehm, so, you might wanna go up...Could you let me just...ー He gave me a confused look again, but this time after I mentioned the bread...He even tilted his head a little bit, as he didn't knew what it was. Of course another thing I should've expected...

When he started crawling on the wood structure, he kept facing me, like if I was ready to try something against him... but it fascinated me the ease in which he moved...Did he had some sort of sticky body? I doubted it, or else I would've felt it when I brought him home. He also didn't seem to have claws...He seemed pretty much human in my eyes, just...a little, tiny human.

My excitement to ask what he was exactly came to a stop as soon as he grunted, apparently the hunger was getting to him, he lost his grip and slipped the wooden structure. We both released a little yelp at the moment, my heart almost fearing a fall like that could hurt him...So I placed my open palm below him, quickly preventing him from spending more time on a free fall.

ーWoah! A-are you okay there buddy?ー Besides a fast and intense breathing, along with a shaky body that laid its back on the palm of my hand...He didn't seemed to be hurt in any way by the fall, and for that I gave a sigh of relief. At least he didn't try and jump off again.

It was weird...when I carried him for the first time he was motionless, unconscious...Now, he was breathing, shaking...Placing his little hands on my palms, and I could sense every single and minuscule movement on them...It gave me little tickles, but this was the worst time to overreact to those things...last thing I wanted to do was scare him more.

Slowly, I stood up, and I gently rested the hand were I carried him over the top of the nightstand again. Waiting for him to move towards the food. But his little body remained on my palm.

ーIs that...Bread?ー He asked curious, pointing a the piece of bread that I left for him and looking up to me, I just gave him a smile and a nod to answer...And that was enough confirmation for him to run towards the food, smell it like a wild animal...and then give it a bite, that turned into multiple. He did look like he was starving for a while.

It took him a few minutes to eat the whole piece of bread, little bites that began as quick and chaotic as those of a piranha now got order, became slower, and he seemed more composed by the time. I did also managed to see some sharp teeth while he had some bites...Those were fangs, similar to those of a vampire...

ーThank you...Sorry I was...Jumpy earlier. I just...It's been a rough month.ー He said while taking in a deep breath, he seemed far more agile with his words too. And to be completely honest, it was better than having him talk like a scared caveman. But ... WOOW ... I did not expect THIS. ーYou are human...aren't you?ー The question seemed a bit obvious, but it wouldn't hurt to answer...And it was also a great chance to present myself! Get to know him and what he was!

ーYeah! I'm a human! My name is Emma Blackwood! I would love to know what ar-I mean, I would love to get to know you!ー I can't believe I almost fucked that up, I picked him up out of curiosity, anomalies are not usual anymore...And our "glorious leader" wants to erase any chance of other anomalous entities existing in his perfect kingdom of concrete and metal. I wasn't about to lose my chance to meet something so fascinating, hand him to the government and let him die! But I also had to remember this thing...this person, was aware of the situations around him...at least for the most part. I could not treat him like an object or a mindless entity.

ーHuh...That's...Interesting.ー That was all? No introduction? Rude! And he just...did he just placed his face on the water cap!? Okay...fair, he is probably thirsty. And for the looks of his messy hair, and the state I found him...Plus the mention of cages, he might have been imprisoned, his clothing also said so. Maybe manners were the last of his concerns.

But I refused to stay there in hopes that he remembers how to introduce himself, I might have to force him a little bit, right? We can call it a "guidance" into regular interactions, and for the looks of it, he needs it.

ーAnd you are?ー I asked with an inviting tone, I had to force the conversation on him...

ーMe?ー Don't point at yourself, of course I mean you! You are the only besides me in the room!

I give him another confirmation nod. He remains quiet for a second as a few tiny drops of water fall from his face.

ーI am number 9.ー Short...Soft spoken. Hurt. Why he had a number instead of a name? ーIs that your name? 9?ー

He looked at me, eyes wide open, shaking again, this time playing with hiw own hands...nervous, for what he may have taken as disappointment.

ーC-Complete designation is KU-M9...ー That was worst...was that a code? If he was an anomaly, and he was captured...why did he required a uniform? Why they didn't kill him? Fuck, more questions.

ーOkay, let's go for something easier...What are you? You are clearly not human...Are you related to fairies?ー Those creatures went exist after being hunted down a few years ago, I would not be surprised if a few handful of them remained alive...

ーNo...sorry...I am no fairy. I-I actually don't know what I amー That sends the fairy theory out of the window...But not even himself knew what he was. If he knew the same as me regarding his nature, we had a problem. ーCould you tell me what happened to you? What were you doing on the streets alone?ー

At least this could lead to somewhere...So far, I had a creature who could climb surfaces like a bug, with no idea of what he was or how did he functioned...And with enough evidence to be looked out for by government authorities.

But...Again, he didn't seem dangerous, he was more scared of me when he woke up than I would ever be of his true nature...Whatever it was. And if humans were the cause of his troubles, I could get why he acted so defensive, his first instinct was escaping, not fighting.

He took seat in the middle of the nightstand, as I just wanted to be close to hear his answer...I kneeled to get a close look at him, but as soon as my body got closer, he flinch...He had let me close before, but now he was scared again? Maybe it has to do with the explanation...I had to respect his space for now...understand what was going on in his head.

ーSorry...Sorry, I won't get closer...Please, do tell me what happened.ー

[to be continued...]

[dont-eat-the-algae]

Wrathion Journal Day 5

Apologies for the delay, oh, who am I apologizing too? Myself?

I have been hard at work crafting a cloak for my champion to use against N'Zoth, using the scales of Onyxia and other fellow brethren I found in Blackrock Descent. My champion is a Death Knight named Puriaa, who has the strangest sense of humor is very quick with a flirt. She...tries my patience, though I'm certain I've tried hers as well. Regardless, she does well against the machinations of N'Zoth.

He appears at random through the world, the Black Empire bleeding through the fabric of reality. He seems to be concetrating his efforts in Uldum and the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. That beautiful vale has only just begun to heal after the chaos Garrosh wrought upon it so many years ago. It's horrific to see.

It helps her undead nature shields her from much of N'Zoths influence. We successfully infiltrated a vision wrapped around the Halls of Origination, undoing a plot to capture the device. it has given me and idea, but it will require some fine tuning.

I can't stop thinking about Kale. I took a walk today, and found my gaze lingering east, towards that filthy hovel he calls home. Why can't he stay closer? I could get him a tent easily. The man prefers to be alone. I felt...wonderful has he held me in his arms. Writing this down is embarrassing, but I fear I must, as it certainly helps me get my thoughts in order. He's enamored with my body, for sure. I crafted this visage to be attractive to mortals, male and female, but I was never aware of it going this far.

I found him in the sands. Shattered. Blood everywhere. Terror gripped me. I can't describe what I felt, only that I dragged his broken body to be healed once more. The man was irate; it took everything in me not to panic. He refused to tell me what had happened, only that he'd been attacked. He flew off, angry and blustered, and I chose not to follow. He can only mean N'Zoth attacked him, and I have to admit I don't see a fault in that logic. The Old God would have his revenge. I will leave him alone, for now. I have plenty to keep me occupied in the meantime.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

these are very random so don’t @ me if you’ve done them haha

2, 7 , 10, 24

hi bee!! sorry it took me a minute to respond, husband dragged me into playing games

also this was so cute!! haven't been able to be delulu about my katvi agenda for a while (✿◡‿◡)

send me some self-ship asks!

2. what are your pet names for each other?

me: I'll sometimes call him "Lev'", I guess? levi: Yeah, and she only ever calls me by my name when she's pissed at me. me: Not true! Just answer the damn question. levi: Sometimes sweetheart if she's being super whiney. me: Wow. levi: Also brat when she's being a little shit. me: Next question please

7. what's the one trait about each other that annoys you the most?

me: Oh how relevant! At the moment, it'd definitely be his inability to not make snarky comments. levi: They're warranted. Mine would probably be how sassy she gets when she's upset.

10. what attracted you to each other?

me: Ironically, probably his snarky comments. I've gotten so used to having to tell people to fuck off on my own that I was immediately swooning when he came up and did it for me. levi: Swooning? me: Yeah, like just impressed or surprised or whatever. levi: Hmm. I guess her sassiness got my attention too. me: *frowning* You're copying me, you need to say something else. levi: Guess she can be cute when I'm apparently annoying her. She also never shuts up about something she's fixated on, so that's also something that caught my eye.

24. would you consider yourself lucky to have found each other?

me: With how much he tends to deep dive into his work? Probably. Took a miracle for us to actually run into each other. levi: Knowing you? You probably would've found a way onto my doorstep regardless. But yeah, I'd say I consider myself lucky to have her around.

[lemonhemlock]

Hi hope you're having a good day / night from where you are !

Just out of curiosity among HOTD / GOT characters, which is your favorite and least favorite ?

But also aside from shows, is there a book character who you prefer or dislike ?

hi anon i hope your well-wishes are well-returned <3

hotd-wise i would say alicent & aegon are my favourites. honestly aemond too bc he is soooooooo cartoonishly evil in the books that it just makes me cackle like a murder of crows & i love anything that makes me cackle. got-wise, well, you know, my cersei-jaime-sansa trifecta, to which i'd add others like brienne and davos and theon. never met a lannister i didn't like (yes, including tywin & tyrion). not very different from the books overall.

characters i dislike - i have to be honest - i tend to get irritated with lannister-haters, no matter how justified they are in their POV. 😹 (apart from my queen salsa starch who can do no wrong) so i have a difficult relationship with characters like catelyn or arya, but that's just simply me rooting for my problematic faves & living life to the fullest. i've come to appreciate catelyn a lot more over the years and i've always found her chapters interesting regardless, so it's hard to label it as dislike per se. generally-speaking, i would say that arya & dany are the most frustrating for me, in large part as a result of their fanbases, which doesn't really have any bearing on their construction or importance within the text, but here we are.

as far as arya is concerned, i'm not really a fan of survival narratives, so her chapters, while interesting in parts, are not something i would willingly choose to read and, as a result, her character is just not entertaining for me to engage with. i also really rolled my eyes at how overpowered the show made her. when it comes to dany, she was fine in AGOT and i really liked her, but started to get more obnoxious as the books went on and it got to the point in ADWD where i outwardly cringed whenever i turned the page and the title read "daenerys". unfortunately, she also attracts a lot of aggressive & delusional fans who make fandom spaces insufferable with their inability to engage with criticism, so it all ends up piling on my lack of patience with her.

similarly, what irritates me the most in tyrion is his fandom perception. i've had to put ADWD down during his chapters bc i just couldn't take his inner voice anymore and had to force myself to pick it up again. so witnessing all the PR whitewashing surrounding him was another eye-roll era for me

EDIT: oh my gosh i forgot stannis and renly. the failbrothers. one is cringe the other delulu. speaking of which, i'm not the biggest fan of olenna and margaery either

[mamamittens]

Well, I've made minimal progress drawing my weird little alien alter (the face and appendages keep fucking with me, ngl, I really don't draw animals often lol) but I've had fun mentally plotting out a little story to entertain myself at work.

I thought it'd be fun to explore identity, disassociation, and relationships through this funky little dude. Mostly cause several of my earliest OCs are low-key excuses to explore myself cause I'm not very socially aware. I won't say stupid but like, it took 20+ years to even consider that I've never had any real attraction towards someone before in my life.

It's the tism

Anyway! So I was playing around with the concept of what would happen to your sense of self if you were stripped of your previous physical form and given a new one totally alien that didn't change with time. There's no aging. You can't grow into this body. Bond with others over the unique difficulties time gives you as you age.

Any friends you make, it's a real possibility now that they won't be there for anywhere near as long as you are. This clashes with the curse idea I started with but only if I dedicate to naming what it even is to start with. Whatever it is, it definitely isn't working like it was intended to.

And so, to do this for OP, I needed to start sometime before the main story to let this existential horror really sink in. And because I liked the idea of the timing, I figured the island Roger and Whitebeard fight would be a fun meeting point.

First idea was that they (cursed OC) go there recently-ish. Enough to know the island but not establish any super dedicated base. This goes into shenanigans where they steal a weapon to reach their only remaining human clothing item from a branch that it caught on when they fell into the verse. Naturally talking to the blade and promising to leave fruit as an apology for taking it. Maybe with an audience of a very amused owner.

The second idea is that they've been there for a very long time. The WBP and Roger pirates fight taking place just around the time their only human companion has passed, leaving them bereaved and alone. Extra sad points here. Maybe they lived together for several decades in a cabin and now it's so empty the prospect of leaving it behind feels as necessary as it is upsetting.

The third is even worse, the fight taking place several years after their friend's passing and with the lack of human company they've sort of devolved into something closer to an animal than a person. So much so that they have trouble talking for a while after suddenly being prompted to speak up. Initial idea is that Buggy is eaten by a giant frog and is saved but they tell him "wash. No hurt, wash" when they mean to say "you need to wash off the stomach acid or get 3rd degree burns in under an hour". Eventually leading the two captains to the abandoned house for tea but finding all the supplies for it having gone bad for some time.

Naturally, regardless of which one I go with, the custody battle is epic. Though I'm leaning with the third, ngl

Kiwi (their name for now, it's just my baby nickname lol) either goes with the WBP or Roger. If it's Roger the split goes badly and Kiwi ends up half feral again having been aggressively on the run to draw attention away from Shanks and Buggy. It's a few years before they're found again.

I'm leaning on the size thing being connected with state of mind. Like, vulnerable and afraid is the smol bean version. Feral is either the middle 'grown' version or full space dragon depending on how bad it is. Wholly aware and in control is usually smol bean but when talking to people 'on their level' or super comfortable, it's the grown version. So this fighting ring is a very feral, growly grown version with cat pupils.

I had a really horrible and sweet idea that Kiwi ends up in a fighting ring and nearly guts the newly appointed commander Thatch (like I could resist, who do you think I am???) Before noticing his jolly Roger tattoo.

"...friend?" And feels really bad about injuring him. He's confused but rolls with it, busting them out and is delighted to discover that Kiwi is in fact, an old friend of his captain. The rehabilitation is easier this time cause it hasn't been quite so long since Kiwi talked to people and didn't just exist in a fugue state.

Kiwi keeps more animalistic traits such as climbing people, chirping, purring, grooming, and expressive ears/tail body language. Maybe some face rubbing. You know. Like a cat lol

Not sure how human form comes about. But it'd be funny if they admit they miss certain aspects regardless of form. Like having four arms and finding clothes that fit without messing up thick fur.

[emptycornerofmybrain]

WIIJADBATNASAM

Worried about shit, stupid shit that I didn't have to worry about when I was blind to shit.

That doesn't make sense.

I'm learning things, distracting myself with discovery to avoid working on my issues, but hey- knowledge is power, or whatever. But the universe seems to be in the mood to call my ass on all the checks my mouth has been writing.

I'm a cocky little shit, and I go along with whatever the current energy is, so when someone cracks a certain joke, I lean into it. Because that's what I've learned to do in order to maintain friendship.

Kids didn't like me when I was younger, I was the weird kid, then I stopped trying to make friends and I became the loner with one friend, and that was great. Until high-school ended. Then I found someone who liked who I was; I only had to temper my energy a little bit with her. But then I dropped out of college and moved home and now she lives on the other side of the state and we're different people. And now, the friends I have, the core group I've been given, it's great. It's everything I wanted: I can be weird and they match my energy.

But now there's this girl.

(And to be fair, I have the same reaction regardless of who hits on me: if they're good, they'll get me flustered)

And boy, can she get me flustered.

And she's said she'd go after me if she didn't have a boyfriend. And here's the thing, shes not leaving him anytime soon, and i would never want that because they're so good together. But I've gone along with the vibes when we're hanging out because they're comfortable vibes, and I'm not scared of them in the moment.

But when I'm alone, and I'm thinking and I'm imagining, I freak out. Because none of this is familiar territory at all. I don't actually know dick about my sexuality. I don't know if I enjoy any of that shit, because it's always scared me too much to try anything; add to that the fact that my opportunities for exploration were literally non-existent. I've always just gone with whatever I think the person I want to be would want, if that makes any sense.

I want to be someone who is comfortable with their sexuality, I want to be someone who can have a relationship, I want to be someone who enjoys sex, and romance and all of that shit.

So I guess I'm faking it til I make it.

But then, I'm so critical. Or maybe particular is the better word. I think I know what I like, physically at least. But I think my preference makes me so fucking shallow.

I've always liked pretty people. I've always found people built more similarly to me more attractive. I'd say it swings pretty far into midsize, but it doesn't extend much farther. But it only extends to a certain point and that's where my issue is.

I'm not someone who is open about my type, because my friends don't fit my type( context: at least 4 of my current friends have been/are actively interested in me, three of which are guys, and only one of them is physically, body-wise, my type). When I've been pursued in the past, I've gone out with them because I'm a people pleaser first and foremost ( unfortunately). I've always let them down right after, tho, because I know they don't meet what I want. The people pleaser in me has figured out how to do it cleanly, and I can stay friends with them. Because I do enjoy having them as a friend. But I'm not attracted to them, physically or emotionally.

I don't know honestly. I kinda think I'm just being a whiny dramatic bitch about it.