#but so many butches are shorter

[oxyfem]

actually one of the funniest parts that i observe about straight dating culture is how important height is.... maybe its just bc im above average in height but like so what if im partner is shorter than me... thats like worrying about what color someones eyes are.... who give a fuck.........

[martyrbat]

okay depression time is over (saw a butch couple in public and immediately remembered life was worth living)

[queermasculine]

Maybe a stupid question but one I've asked myself, what's the difference in between a butch and a masc for you ? Is there one ?

not a stupid question! "butch" is an older word with more meanings across time. to straight people it's been a military style haircut, a male name (still a few old guys named butch in the US), and a fairly uncomplicated synonym for masculine. to lesbians, bisexuals and gay men, it's been all of the above, but it's also had a whole host of other connotations specific to us and our own ways of loving/performing masculinity. a lot of the different meanings of butch have faded or fallen out of fashion over the years, but the word has more or less kept its purpose among lesbians, giving it the lesbian tint it has today.

"masc" is a much newer term, and unlike butch, i don't believe it's ever been widely used by the straight mainstream. (not a lot of grandpas named masc out there.) it's my impression that masc first spread out from gay guys on grindr, or at least that played a big part in popularizing it, and it's been used pretty much exclusively in an lgbt context ever since. in that sense it's the word with the more explicitly queer origin, despite having a much shorter history. having risen to popularity in the age of social media, masc carries none of the historical baggage of butch, and as such it's a more open-ended term, implying very little about a person beyond their masculinity. you can see this difference exemplified in google search results: while looking up butch will primarily yield information about the word's significance to lesbians, masc will net you more neutral descriptions, like "a person whose gender identity is masculine, but who is not necessarily a man."

despite all that, masc and butch usually serve the same function (to express the masculinity of the subject) and are used pretty much interchangeably in many contexts. also worth noting is that the lesbian association of butch is not a rule, just an observation i've made about modern perceptions. bisexual women have always used butch (and femme) alongside lesbians, and to this day you'll still encounter gay men – usually older – who identify as butch. so in conclusion, if you're trying to pick what label to use for yourself, i wouldn't worry about it too much. both terms have room enough for you in them.

[ratbastarddotfuck]

it blows my mind when I see self proclaimed transfeminists saying that movement towards masculinity is never punished, and movement towards femininity is always punished. because I'm sorry, but that's simply not fucking true. it may be true for trans women/transfems, or queer/gnc men, or cis women under certain specific conditions, but movement towards masculinity is absolutely punished in most people presumed to be women by society (this can include butch transfems!!!! "why are you transitioning just to act like a man" sort of shit). I didn't spend my entire life being abused physically and emotionally by family, teachers/employers, and peers for being a tomboy, then a butch, then a transmasc for other trans people to come up and say that AFAB people aren't punished for being masculine. when I was 15 years old my father told me I was "lucky" I didn't cut my hair shorter than my shoulders, else I'd "look like a dirty butch dyke". so many adults - father, stepmother, many of their friends, my grandparents, teachers, STRANGERS - made it their life's mission to forcibly feminise me, and I mean that seriously. I was forced to wax my face and body from the age of 12 until I moved out at 17, because I looked too "mannish" and it was an embarrassment for my family to be seen with me. I have been routinely punished, abused, bullied and manipulated for being a "masculine girl". this is not an uncommon experience.

like, seriously, go talk to a butch. go read stone butch blues. it's free. and stop assuming shit about experiences you have never had. ALL deviation from the societal norm is punished. that's the fucking point.

[scuderiabutch]

What to ask for at a barber's shop, a butch guide

As promised, here's the ultimate butch guide to what to ask to your barber when asking for a specific haircut! A few premises: I'm not a barber, this means that everything you'll find in this post is purely based on my personal experience. If you're a barber and you see I explained something wrong, please correct me! I'll update the post asap. Furthermore, I won't cover up haircuts for black folks, because I'm not an expert on that topic, however I would love to link external and trustable resources on that so If any of you has them let me know and I'll add them! My intent is helping as many butches and studs as possible (: Second thing is that this post is more about short and really short haircuts, I won't talk about wolfcuts, middle part, mullets, however if you want I can make a post about them if requested! I think this is all I had to say, so let's start!

When visiting a barber, it’s important to know how to articulate what you want to ensure you leave with the perfect haircut. Understanding the difference between taper and fade, as well as the most common hairstyles that pair with them, can help you communicate effectively with your barber. Here’s what you need to know:

Understanding the Basics: Taper vs. Fade

Taper and fade haircuts are versatile and can be paired with various hairstyles, depending on the desired look. The terms "fade" and "taper" are often used interchangeably, but they refer to different haircut techniques:

Taper:

Subtle Transition: A taper gradually reduces the length of hair from the top down to the sides and back, but the change is subtle. When talking about "tapers," it's important to know that they can vary in style depending on how subtle or pronounced the transition is, where it begins, and how it complements the overall hairstyle.

Low Taper: The low taper starts lower on the head, around the ears or just above them, and gradually shortens down to the neckline. It offers a gentle, natural transition that’s less noticeable than other tapers

Mid Taper: A mid taper falls between the low and high taper, starting around the middle of the head. It offers a balance between subtlety and definition.

High Taper: The high taper begins much higher up on the head, typically around the temples. The hair shortens more quickly as it moves downward.

Tapers, source: Jimmythehairdresser on Tiktok

Fade:

Bold Contrast: A fade, on the other hand, involves a more noticeable transition where the hair gradually becomes shorter as you move down the head, often going down to the skin. As for the Taper, the fade starts at varying levels as well (low, mid, or high) depending on your preference.

Low Fade: The fade starts low on the head, just above the ears and around the nape of the neck.

Mid Fade: The mid fade starts slightly higher than the low fade, around the temple level.

High Fade: The fade begins high on the head, around the temples or forehead.

Fades, source: jimmythehairdresser on Tiktok

Bonus Fades:

Burst Fade: The burst fade creates a circular fade around the ear, leaving the hair longer at the nape. It resembles a "burst" around the ear, with the fade extending outwards.

Drop Fade: The drop fade follows the natural curvature of the head, "dropping" behind the ears towards the nape of the neck. It creates a more rounded silhouette compared to the straight line of a traditional fade.

The main difference between a fade and a taper is that the taper requires less maintenance. In order to keep the fade clean and neat you must go to the baber shop every two or three weeks.

Common Hairstyles to Pair with Tapers and Fades:

Once you’ve decided between a taper or a fade, the next step is choosing a style for the top. Here are some popular options:

French Crop: is a classic and timeless men's hairstyle characterized by short hair on the sides and back, with slightly longer hair on top that is usually styled forward. The defining feature of a French crop is its fringe (bangs), which is cut straight across the forehead or slightly textured, giving it a clean look.

Edgar: the most defining characteristic of the Edgar cut is its blunt, straight-across fringe (bangs). The fringe is cut very short and is typically styled straight down across the forehead. The sides and back are usually kept very short, often with a high fade or a sharp taper that contrasts significantly with the longer hair on top.

Textured Fringe: is a type of hairstyle where the bangs (fringe) are cut and styled to have a messy, layered, or choppy appearance, rather than lying flat or being uniformly cut. This style adds depth and movement to the hair. Sometimes is also referred as "fluffy" fringe on Tiktok.

Faux Mohawk: is a modern and versatile hairstyle that mimics the look of a traditional mohawk but is less extreme. Instead of shaving the sides completely as with a classic mohawk, the sides of the hair are kept shorter but not shaved, and the hair on top is styled to create the appearance of a mohawk.

Side Part: is a classic and timeless masculine's hairstyle that features a distinct parting on one side of the head, based on personal preferences or the natural hair grow pattern. The side part can be combined with different types of fades or taper with longer hair on top.

Slick Back: The defining feature of the slick back is that the hair is combed straight back from the forehead towards the back of the head. The goal is to create a smooth, uniform flow of hair. To achieve the slicked-back look, styling products like pomade, gel, or wax are typically used. The sides can be kept short with a fade or taper, creating a contrast with the longer hair on top.

Fringe Down: A fringe down hairstyle refers to a look where the bangs, or fringe, are styled to fall naturally down onto the forehead, rather than being swept to the side or styled upwards. The fringe can be cut in various lengths, from just grazing the eyebrows to longer, covering the forehead. The fringe down look can be combined with various fades, tapers or even longer sides, depending on the overall desired style.

Two Blocks: The two-block haircut is a hairstyle known for its distinct structure, featuring two contrasting sections of hair: a longer top section and significantly shorter sides and back. The style is versatile, easy to maintain, and can be adapted to suit various hair types and face shapes.

Styling:

When it comes to hairstyling, there are several key products that are commonly used to achieve different looks and hold styles in place. Each product has its own unique properties, making it suitable for specific hair types and desired outcomes. Here’s a breakdown of the most common styling products:

Pomade: Designed for more combed looks, such as side parts. It will give your hair a varied degree of shine and hold depending on the strength of pomade used. Pomade should be applied before you start styling your hair. It helps to shape and define the hair, making it easier to achieve your desired look by using a comb.

Wax: Hair wax is one of the most versatile hair styling products. Basically there are two types of hair wax, water based ones and oil based. It can give you a matte or high shine finish, depending on that.

Clay: Compared to Wax, Clay is usually dryer and a bit more stiff compared to a regular hair wax and that is what gives the product its hold and matte finish. For people with thinner hair a hair clay can be an option for some more volume when you apply it in damp hair before blow-drying.

Gel: Hair gel is somewhat similar to water based pomades. Both are relatively wet products, but hair gel is slightly wetter. The downside is that it is not very versatile. Furthermore, cheap hair gels are pretty chemically and they can leave white flakes in your hair when the product dries and  you touch it too much.

Styling Powder: is a product you apply directly at your roots and then you piece it into your hair. This kind of product is great when you like to get some more volume in your hair and make it appear thicker and fuller. You hair will get more body, especially when you add it to your roots directly. Compared to other styling products, you need to apply them on already dry hair.

Sea Salt Spry: Sea salt spray mimics the effect of ocean water on hair, adding texture and volume for a beachy, tousled look. It’s ideal for creating casual, undone styles with a matte finish. It’s particularly popular for enhancing natural waves and curls.

Some final small tips:

When talking to a barber, clear communication is key to getting the hairstyle you want. Here are some final practical tips to help ensure you and your barber are on the same page:

Show a Picture: If you have a specific look in mind, showing a picture can be incredibly helpful, even better if it's a 360 video.

Ask for Advice: Your barber is an expert, so if you’re unsure, ask for their recommendations based on your hair type and face shape.

Mention Your Styling Routine: Let your barber know how much time you spend on your hair daily and what products you use. This helps in choosing a cut that fits your styling routine and maintenance preferences. Furthermore, if you have a specific lifestyle (e.g., active, formal work environment), let your barber know. This information helps them recommend a style that fits your day-to-day life.

Ask About Maintenance: Inquire about how often you should get the haircut maintained and any specific care instructions. This ensures you know how to keep your style looking its best.

Provide Feedback: If you notice something you don’t like during the haircut, give feedback politely and promptly. It’s easier for the barber to make changes if they’re aware of your concerns early on.

This is it, hope it can be helpful for some of you guys!

[archangeldyke-all]

sending my asks without anon on from now on cause you guys need to know when the asks came from my filthy mind fr. and idea i present for whenever you can get to it angel: basketball coach!sev x volleyball coach!reader let the queerness commence!! bonus points if they fuck in like idk the supply closet of the gym while the teams are in the locker rooms

(also they're college level teams, not pro or highschool!!)

sooooo cute. i know virtually nothing about sports so this is on the shorter side but i just had to give it my best attempt, because this concept is adorable

men and minors dni

being a girls' college sports coach is a unique position with many unique problems (drama perpetually following the teams of mostly queer young woman around like a curse) so you and sevika bond quickly over your shared responsibilities and funny stories.

this year, your team captain, cait, is dating sevika's team captain, vi, so you've been attending a lot of basketball practice with cait and sevika's been coming to a lot of your practices with vi.

they're a cute couple-- a little clingy, but cute nonetheless.

caitlyn sighs beside you on the bleachers, dreamily watching her girlfriend practice three point shots. you're supposed to be discussing strategies and starting team members for the game this weekend, but caitlyn's become distracted by vi.

judging from the goofy grin the girl is shooting cait from the court, she's been distracted too.

"vi! quit bein' gay and get back to work!" sevika shouts. you chuckle. violet flips sevika off, and then jogs up to where you and cait are sitting.

"lookin' good, cupcake." she flirts. you gag. caitlyn elbows you.

"can you fuck off for like, five minutes, coach?" caitlyn asks. you just snort and rise, climbing down the bleachers to let the two canoodle in peace.

you take a seat in an empty folding chair by a few of the other basketball girls. you're around enough that they know you, greeting you with a few 'hey, coach's.

you start scribbling away on your clipboard, ignoring the commotion of practice coming to an end around you. cait's just gonna have to deal with what you come up with, since apparently flirting with her girlfriend is more important than her duties as captain.

"hey." sevika grunts. you look up at her and sigh.

"your captain is distracting mine." you complain. she chuckles.

"are you kidding? your captain is the one doing the distracting here." sevika says as she sits beside you, manspreading in the tiny folding chair.

"they're disgusting." you sigh as you look at the two girls giggling with each other on the bleachers across from you. sevika snorts.

"you're just jealous." she says.

"oh yeah. i'm real jealous of caitlyn's box dyed baby butch." you joke. sevika chuckles beside you.

"hey, go easy on my captain, at least she's not a brit!" she teases. you roll your eyes. "plus, that's not what i'm talking about."

"what do you mean then?"

"i mean you're jealous that those two get to be all lovey dovey in public, while we've gotta pretend we're just friends." she whispers. you bite your lip to hide your smile.

sevika's dying to tell everyone about your relationship, but you're a little hesitant. not because you're unsure about sevika, just because you don't think you'll be able to handle the constant teasing from your girls. you roll your eyes.

"come on." you say, standing. sevika raises an eyebrow at you and you just cross your arms over your chest. "fine, stay there. i'm going to the supply closet, though, if you're lookin' for me."

sevika scrambles to rise behind you, her folding chair falling on the floor with a clatter as she grabs your wrist and sprints the two of you to the supply closet.

you giggle as she shoves you inside, only to be cut off from your laughter with a moan as sevika slams the door behind you and pulls you into a nasty kiss.

you wrap your arms around her waist, and she wraps hers around your shoulders, one hand cupping your jaw as she shoves her tongue past your lips.

she backs you up into the supply shelf, several cleaning products clattering to the ground as she grinds into you, shoving her thigh between your legs.

"sevika!" you gasp, giggling as she starts to suck a hickey into your neck. you pull her back by her hair, and she grins at you.

"can i eat you out?" she asks. your knees go wobbly and weak, and sevika's smirk grows into a grin as she tightens her grip on you to keep you upright.

"here?!" you ask. there's barely enough room for the both of you to stand in here. sevika just shrugs.

"you look so fuckin' good today. distracting the shit outta me." she whispers. you shudder as sevika starts to kneel. she lifts the hem of your shirt to press kisses to your stomach as she looks up at you with puppy eyes, awaiting your permission. you bite your lip.

"fine, but be quick!" you say. she grins, her hands fumbling with your belt buckle as she tries to strip your legs.

she's got your pants halfway down your thighs when the supply closet door swings open.

you scream. caitlyn screams. sevika whips around and screams at the sight of vi in the doorway, one of her hands wrapped around caitlyn's wrist. violet bursts into laughter.

"i fuckin' knew it!" she screams. you groan. sevika shoots to her feet, quickly pulling your pants back up for you before she turns around to glare at your captains. "i knew it, babe, what did i tell you?!" vi's screaming. caitlyn's giggling behind her, her eyes darting between you and sevika.

"what the fuck are you doin' here?" you ask. vi chuckles.

"same thing you guys were doin'." she answers, waggling her eyebrows at sevika. sevika growls and you chuckle, rebuckling your belt and reaching forward to grab her hand. "you should really put a sock on the doorknob next time." violet says. sevika stares her down with her 'don't fucking try me' stare, and violet rolls her eyes. "fine. let's go to your dorm cupcake."

"i'm so sorry." caitlyn mouths to you. you just wave her off and roll your eyes.

as the couple retreats, you hear vi mumble "i think i'm gonna have to wash my eyes out with bleach when we get home." you snort. sevika looks at you guiltily.

"sorry." she mumbles. you giggle, and pull her in for a kiss.

"it's okay. was bound to come out eventually." you say with a shrug. a small smile creeps up sevika's lips.

"so... you're okay with it?"

"we're never gonna hear the end of it." you say. sevika frowns, and you giggle, pressing a quick kiss to her mouth. "but i'm okay with it. kinda glad, actually. was getting tired of not kissing you when you guys win games."

sevika grins, then reaches behind her to close the door to the supply closet again. she shoves a shelf in front of the exit, so no one can come in, and then corners you against the shelf again.

"now..." she says, grinning at you, "... where were we?"

taglist!

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[simplysedusa]

General Rowdyruff Boy Headcanons I Plan to Incorporate Into My Fic(s)

Both Butch and Boomer are musically inclined (Boomer preferring the guitar, while Butch sticks to the drums) and are pretty good singers. Brick, on the other hand, is completely tone deaf and has yet to realize it (thus crushing Butch's secret fantasy of becoming a rock band called "The Rowdyrock Boys").

Brick's guilty pleasures are boy groups ever since the events of IDW #10 Comic.

Both Butch and Boomer are also athletes in school; Boomer focuses more on team sports (football, basketball, soccer) while Butch plays more individualized sports (swimming, wrestling, gymnastics). Brick thinks he's too cool to play for a school or organization (and if he can't lead, then what's the point).

Everyone assumes Boomer's the nicest, but he's not, he's just the more outgoing, charming extrovert brother out of the three.

The actual nicest brother is Butch, he's the least likely to hurt/harass/threaten a random bystander without provocation, and is surprisingly (and somewhat eerily) chill when not in the company of his brothers.

Butch had the most codependent tendencies, and was often a reluctant yes man to his brothers (mostly Brick).

Brick is dyslexic, it took Ms. Keane a week to realize while home-schooling him.

With the boys being adopted by Ms. Keane, Brick takes the longest to warm up to her. He's very wary of and cold towards authoritative figures, ESPECIALLY parental figures.

After Boomer's done antagonizing her, he becomes the first to open up to Ms. Keane.

Valentino warmed up to Brick first, however. Butch became rather jealous at the fact.

After many instances of hair pulling, and an incident involving Butch, Boomer, and a whole pack of chewed chewing gum, Brick decides to keep his hair shorter.

Brick's the best and most experienced cook out of the three.

A part of Mojo truly does care for the Rowdyruff Boys, but it's not healthy. He's much too obsessive, as if they were his property or weapons of mass destruction.

Boomer has the power of electrokinesis. He's able to "charge up" with nearly any electrical device or lightning itself, and also charge/power down electrical devices. Too much electricity in his system causes him to shock others unprovoked or "short-circuit". This came in handy with their ankle monitors during their house arrest, and at school where he caused power outages that resulted in early dismissals. The most he's ever absorbed (so far) had caused an entire blackout in the city of Townsville (Butch was beating him at an arcade game).

Boomer later discovers (with the help of Blossom) that he can act as a defibrillator to the Powerpuffs and Rowdyruffs in a pinch (I originally got the idea from @faeerrie).

Butch's ability to generate force fields has progressed to the point that he can generate force fields around other people/items not including himself. He discovered this during one of Brick's training regimens when he threatened to destroy Butch's possessions until Butch was able to pull it off.

Butch's force fields though require a lot of focus on Butch's end, especially if he's protecting something other than himself.

Butch can also move items/people while in his force field.

Despite no longer aiming to kill the Powerpuff Girls, Brick still held secret training sessions at night. They couldn't afford to get sloppy in case they had to protect themselves against the girls (or Mojo and/or HIM, which was his main concern).

Brick doesn't have a unique power, just like Buttercup. Since their Chemical X cells aren't working harder to produce new powers, this allows for these two (and spoiler alert: Brat) to be just a little bit faster, a little bit stronger, and a little more endurable than their siblings.

However, like the Powerpuff Girls, the boys have shared telepathy. They're able to communicate with themselves internally, but only if all three are within a certain distance and if all three are "willing".

Boomer was often the neglected kid of the trio while under Mojo's and/or HIM's "care".

Boomer managed to hide a Beebo in the house for years. He named them "Bob".

Initially, the Rowdyruff Boys and the Gangreen Gang had a frenemy type relationship. The gang felt like the boys were too similar to the Powerpuffs, and attempted to manipulate them into their bidding. Meanwhile, the boys thought the gang was kinda cool, but also a little lame.

They later bond with the Gangreen Gang post- Gorillaz era when they learn that Grubber and Billy are illegally taking care of a Beebo themselves, and that they're cool with Mitch.

[universeskies]

Okie-dokie! SOOOOOOO!! It's That Time for me to Yap more about My Favorite Blorbo, One OF My Favorite comfort characters: Pearl Splatoon 2 HEHEEHEHEHEEH XDDDDDDDD And ALSO!!! A bit of lore as well for Hooked on to You story! Now Then...

Pearl in Hooked on to You and the way I see Pearl? Gender Comforting Character. Pearl in my view is He/Shey/They, Nonbinary Lesbian! Nonbinary Butch or He/Him butch! Whichever!

The reason I'm saying this? Is that Pearl is a Comfort kin character of Mine. Ever since Splatoon 2's Testfire Splatfest: Cake vs Ice Cream, I was a fan. I LOOOOOOOOOVE Cake!! One of my favorites and Pearl's favorites being Strawberry Cake which is also my favorite! So already on to a GREAT AWESOME Look and why I choose the team.

Then it was on Splatoon 2's official release date that I played it, and went on Hero Mode 2's Sunken Scrolls. The tale of how Pearl join in the Singing Competition in Calamary Country and unfortunately was disqualified due to HOW ABSURD and LOUD Their voice was? I felt seen.

See, I am a HUGE YAPPER and can be quite loud and whatnot and there has been plenty of times that I've been told to stop it. That I shouldn't be that loud or that I am getting annoying with the way I talk or ramble or yap about, and the thing is? I just like to yap and yap around XD Especially when its like one of my favorite things ever, this case of course, Splatoon!

So already with the first Sunken Scrolls that talks about Pearl and Marina's little bits of Backstory? I was HOOKED on with Them already.

And then more Splatfests came to be....

I was Team Mayo (I like Mayo), Team Flight, Team Vampires and so on and forwards. It wasn't til Team Fantasy where I first time join a Marina's team. Either way, I go by what I feel and such based on the question and theme, and genuinely every time that Pearl would talk in why He would pick that choice? I would follow cause it was so much familiar! So in a sense, She was the most relatable ;W;

And then finally, Octo Expansion came to be! And Her backstory, the Punk story and how much He was trying and trying so much to deal in with what SHE WANTED to write and sing? Oh my gosh, SO MUCH Same here! Many times wanting to be myself and be unapologetic about it and decided to go with it! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!

Truly amazing. And obviously that didn't stop in Splatoon 2 Octo Expansion, It came to be Final Fest: Chaos vs Order and I was Team Chaos. Because I truly believe that when it comes to Life, You really can't get ALL the order and that while Change is indeed scary, its something that inevitably comes and such. Its hard and easier than done for sure, but its why I Love being in the Present. I still have quite the power to also take in and see what I CAN DO! When it comes to like per say, what I MUST do in the Present and actual time (yes, I was also Team Present for Grand Fest XD)

Is also why I decided to go and expand on more to Pearl's backstory in based of True Experiences I lived when growing up. Certain experiences being quite that I look and are bitter about, but it is what it is Y'know? I can't change the past and surely there are bitter moments, but thats is why on to the Present is best to SO MUCH take ahold of those experiences and do what You can do!

As I see myself I wanted to represent as well those kinds of feelings. I'm one that is quite comfortable within my gender in how I like to feel and I want that to be seen in that case. Which is also why I gave in within per say also somewhat giving Pearl my body type too! Except that Pearl is shorter XDDDDDDDDDDD But hey! He's a SHORT QUEEN! YEAAAAAAAAH! THE MC PRINCESS!

But yeah! Reason I like to ramble about Me being seen with Pearl And having The lucky chance to do so via writing or drawing, Even gameplay Why Not XD Is something dear And Comfy! And I believe it's quite amazing to see anyone as well be on The Same feeling or Just being seen! Cause any of You That relate? HELL YEAH!

[venturethighs]

I made it fantasy AU because my brain is absolutely corrupted with it still. Sorry! 🫠

Also, sorry this took so long! I made it a little extra lengthy to make up for that. My brain is still recovering from October.

Reader is feminine and AFAB + uses she/her pronouns ft. AFAB!Venture love!

No warnings except for unwanted advancements, but the person gets their shit kicked in. God bless you butch Venture! 🤤

You let the fire flicker against the tip of the incense sticks dug into the sandy offering dish. A gentle scent of rose and vanilla wafts through the air of your bedroom. It soon becomes alive with spirits of beauty– your hair is being done up by unseen hands with gems and glitter while your is face being painted with ethereal makeup. Your skin faintly glimmers from the cream you use after your nightly bath. You're nothing short of majestic.

When all is said and done the spirits vanish back through the veil. Now, all that's left is to get dressed.

You take your time draping your body in your usual work clothing: flowing, airy attire with an erotic flair. Tonight you were wearing a shorter chiffon dress in a gradient of autumn colors combined with golden decorated cuffs for your wrists and ankles. A matching arm veil trails behind your figure while your feet are adorned in the nicest (and comfortable) sandals you have.

You smell of heavenly florals– a nice top off to the mystical nymph you appeared to be.

Then, off to work it was.

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You had your usual amount of patrons– not too many to keep you overworked, but not too few to keep you underwhelmed. Many of them are local workers that tavern crawl whenever they're let off of their daily grinds.

You're back in the kitchen preparing multiple steins of alcohol for a new group that just stumbled through the door. Hearth spirits work hard to keep the food warm in the meantime. You place all the drinks on your serving tray on autopilot, and through the kitchen door you go.

You give them all the usual warm "Welcome!" and serve them exactly what they're looking for. They thank you, watching as you disappear once again into the warm and lively kitchen. Another waitress takes their order and brings back the slip of paper to the order window. Your body mindlessly begins preparing it as if it was second nature.

More customers come in.

Your coworkers take care of it.

You continue on your with business.

Another paper gets pinned to the line. A woman takes a serving tray you prepared and goes to deliver everything. Your hands take another one from the pile and begin working on the newest orders that come in. Every so often your eyes glance towards the clock to check the time.

It's 8:20 PM. Your beloved gets here at around 9.

You like to set out their food about ten minutes prior to when they arrive so it's still relatively fresh. There was always a post-it note attached with their name on it so everyone knew who it was for– and no one dare deliver it other than you.

The bells on the door jingle once again. A lone person comes in, clearly exhausted.

"Welcome!" You call out, bringing them alcohol.

He looks at you with the grumpiest scowl you'd ever seen. He says nothing, simply picking up the container and downing what he could of the crimson liquid.

'Tough crowd I guess.' You think to yourself.

"[Y/N]?" One of your coworkers turns to you, with her hands literally quite full.

"Yes?" You answer.

"Can you get the order for this one? I'm still busy–" She stumbles, but she catches herself gracefully enough.

The table she's waiting on cheers as she saves their food and drinks.

'Aww man...'

"Yes, I can do it." You smile.

"Thanks!" She returns one back to you.

You approach the table of the disgruntled man yet again. He raises an eyebrow– you get a good look at him. Even his appearance has anger written into it. Whoever he was, you don't want to deal with him for very long.

"Hello! May I take your order?" You brandish a piece of paper and pen.

You put on the kindest face you can.

"More alcohol." He replies in a gruff voice.

'That's a given.' You comment in the back of your mind.

"O-okay!" You nod. "Anything else?"

"Yeah." He takes another swig.

You write down everything he says with a genuine hurry. Perhaps he could see the sweat dripping down your forehead, but he chuckles after he's finished.

"I'll be right out!" You run off to the kitchen.

You wipe your head with your forearm and take a deep breath in.

"That guys scary..." You say in a hushed tone.

"Maybe he just had a bad day?" A coworker points out.

"I hope that's it." You passively reply.

Your eyes dart back up the clock. 8:45 PM. Time to start preparing the usual.

You take a small sticky note and write their name in your fancy handwriting, completed with a heart. You set the plate on the waiting tray and stack it with their normal order. It now sits in the corner of the kitchen next to the brick oven stove to keep warm.

"Here's order number 263!" Your coworker passes you the tray and you haul it over your shoulder.

You felt something dreadful pooling in the bottom of your stomach.

Out the door yet again.

"Here's your order!" You grin, setting everything down on the wooden table before him.

"Took you long enough." He deadpans.

'Excuse you?!'

You swallow the frustration and place down more alcohol as the final touch. He laughs with his whole chest afterwards.

"You know what? You're pretty cute." He snickers. "Now get out of my face."

You say nothing.

8:57 PM.

When the main entrance door opens again, relief floods through your entire body.

"[Y/N]!" That familiar voice calls. "Looking lovely as usual, I see!"

Your heart flutters like a caged bird. Their arms wrap around your waist and pull you in for a hug as well as a kiss to your cheek.

"Your usual?" You look up at them with metaphorical hearts in your eyes.

"Yes please!" They grin, only pulling away to take a seat at their usual table.

"Who's brave enough to date a tavern whore?" The man scoffs.

Their head snaps back. They didn't see who exactly made the comment. The only thing that keeps them from opening their mouth is your reappearance with their food.

"Here you are, sweet pea." Your face practically hurts from smiling.

All the unpleasantness of the evening simply melts away in their presence.

"Need me to feed you?" You lean in and grab their chin playfully. "You must be so tired~!"

"Only if you're not busy!" They reply.

You had some luck– your coworkers absolutely envied your relationship, but they also secret rooted for it considering just how adorably mushy it was. No one minded taking care of things considering your shift was up in an hour anyway.

"I can make some time!" You place a kiss to their lips.

You take a seat next to them. A hand reaches out to grab a slice of bread–

"Hey, waitress!" The man calls out.

A grimace appears on your face for a slight second.

"Yes?" You turn to him.

"Refill." He demands.

You turn back around and sigh.

"I'll be right back." You nuzzle your beloved, rushing off to the kitchen to fill another stein to its metal brim.

Once more you greet the displeased man and place the mug down on his empty table. All of his plates had been cleared except for one.

"Can I take these for you?" Your voice was a tad too gentle for your liking.

"You can."

You reach over and gather all the used silverware before placing it atop an empty plate. As soon as you turn away, his hand reaches out and nudges against your hips. A squeak of surprise has the surrounding tables swiveling to face you. Unfortunately for you, Sloan misses it again.

He waits for attention to die down before humiliating you once more.

"What're you waiting for?" He taps your ass harder this time. "Get going."

"Please don't do that–" It's near impossible to speak up for yourself in this moment.

"Why? All you tramps aren't loyal. Don't like it? Don't work here." He verbally spits. "Besides, you must like the attention if you dress like that."

You're stunned into absolute silence.

"Must be the only job you can get, since you gotta be crawling with diseases..." He adds.

Part of you is trembling in rage, the other half in fear.

"Unless you'd like to prove me wrong?" He smiles.

In your stillness he reaches over and grabs the front of your silks.

"No–" You pull away, but he refuses to let go.

"Why not?" He asks. "You're cheap, aren't you?"

"That's– not true–" You choke. "I need to go to the kitchen now."

He lets you go this time. Never in your entire career had you made your way back to the kitchen so hastily. You dump everything into the sink haphazardly.

"Woah, what happened?" One of your coworkers asks.

"I don't want to talk about it." You state.

You shake your head.

Deep breaths.

From the waiting window you spy him still sitting there.

"I'm sure he'll be gone soon. Just ignore him." She advises.

So... you do. What else was there to do? Security wasn't present and everyone else was too drunk to deal with it.

"Sorry! I had to take care of something." You take another seat next to your beloved.

'Just ignore him.'

"Waitress–"

You lean into them with fear on your face. They instantly throw an arm around you and pull you close.

"Waitress!"

Their food sits untouched. They don't like to eat until you're sitting with them. Once more you somehow summon the ability to brush the man off. Your hand reaches out for a buttery slice of bread and you dip it in melted cheese with a shaking hand.

"You fucking slut!" He yells at the top of his lungs. "I'm talking to you!"

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The outside is thundering and lightning as rain soaks them to the bone. Yet, their flaming animosity knows no bounds. You sit inside huddling yourself for comfort as thoughts of anxiety race through your mind.

'What if they're in danger?'

Sloan had been in their fair share of fights before. Blood pours from their nose as they wipe it away on their sleeve. No words are exchanged, because whatever comes to mind would never match the unbridled fury burning inside their chest.

Between brutal punches and swings their shirt gets torn in the mix. The man fumbles for a minute before standing his ground once more.

"Y-you're a woman?" He sounds more confused now than anything.

"I'm not, actually." They use the distraction to knock him to the ground again.

A foot digs into his chest.

"You're lucky that my girlfriend is in there, or I'd kill you." They seethe.

A wicked grin crosses his expression.

"Your girlfriend, huh? How does it feel knowing she's sleeping with real men?" He verbally pokes them. "Getting all the dick you can't give her?"

A violent kick to the face is enough to shut him up momentarily. Then, the scuffle starts all over again.

"What's the matter? Mad because I'm telling the truth?" He growls.

"Not at all." They calmly reply.

It's hard to tell exactly what's going on in the downpour, but the side of their fist directly connects to his temple. Probably the luckiest shot they ever landed in the dead of night. It's enough force to knock him out cold until the guards get there. Their arm once more reaches up to dry their bleeding nose, and they head back inside with their victory.

The look on your face is pure terror.

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You're both back home with bagged up food in the dining room.

"Oh my God–" You continually dab their wounded forehead. "It finally stopped bleeding."

Sloan lays bandaged on your couch on top a pile of blankets and pillows. One eye is black and they're covered in scratches from head to toe– but at least they managed to spare their teeth another chip. A wrapped arm reaches up to cup the side of your worried face.

"You took your makeup off without me." They frown.

You sigh, reaching up to place a hand over theirs.

"Yes, I'm sorry. You were in and out of consciousness for a while. I almost called emergency mage services–" You catch yourself prattling and stop. "Ah– I'm just glad you're awake now."

Their playful frown instantly turns into a genuine smile.

"Is the food still warm?" They ask.

"I can heat it up, no worries." You assure them. "Are you hungry?"

"Little bit."

You help them sit up to the best of your ability. Piles of extra pillows prop up their form and you turn on the selenite television for them in the mean time. You stick three incense sticks into your offering bowl placed upon the kitchen altar. Spirits immediately begin to heat up their lukewarm food, instantly making it fresh again.

It takes under five minutes. Hearth magic truly was something else.

You grab a foldable table and set all their leftovers on top.

"Can you feed yourself, or do you want me to do it?" You take a seat next to them.

"Well, you know what I'm going to say." They answer.

"Mm– alright. Just for you." You place a kiss to their forehead.

Your hand hovers over the various foods available. It's almost near impossible to choose at first: cheese sauce and freshly baked bread, pizza stuffed fairy mushrooms, skewers with various vegetables interchanged with chicken, beef and pork and, of course, their favorite pumpkin spiced cake.

You decide to start with the entrée first.

"Do you want some bread or a stuffed mushroom?" You ask.

"Hm. Surprise me." They answer.

Your hand reaches for a pizza stuffed fairy mushroom. You hold it to their mouth and they devour it in one bite.

"I don't understand how you can fit that much food in there." You joke.

They laugh, then wince from pain.

"My mouth has to be good for something." They lean back into their mountain of pillows to relax.

You take a piece of bread and dip it up to your fingers in the cheese sauce.

"I promise that it's good for at least one thing." You place a kiss to their cheek as you feed them further.

A soft blush appears on their face. They flash you a cheeky grin.

For a while the two of you share your meal in silence with only the television for sound. You refuse to let them lift a muscle while they're under your care.

"I brewed you a little chai tea while I was waiting for you to wake up." You mention. "Extra regenerating."

You begin forking pieces of pumpkin cake off and let them sip at the potion you made.

"Good?" You wonder.

"Always."

You reach over to ruffle their espresso colored waves. The two of you slowly finish off the rest of the dessert while they rest up.

"Oh! Your eye's already healing!" You touch it with the most featherlight fingers. "Good!"

They reach for your hand and place a kiss to your knuckles.

"I love you so much." They confess.

You nuzzle them delicately. "I love you, too."

The words of the drunken man repeat relentlessly inside their brain. It makes their blood turn to ice– but they refuse to show it to you. Instead, they focus hard on your touches to distract themself.

"I love you." They reiterate.

"Love you too, my sweet pea." You place a kiss to their scuffed cheek. "To the moon and back."

They close their eyes and place your hand on the side of their face, leaning into the sensation. Your thumb softly wipes away a tear.

"You're crying." You lean in to kiss away more oncoming tears. "It's okay."

"It's not okay–" They sniffle and take a deep breath in. "I'm sorry you had to experience that."

More kisses.

"I'm here with you now." You remind them. "He can't hurt either of us anymore."

You cup their wet face with both of your hands.

"I'm okay. You're here, so I'm okay." You add. "I also won't let anyone hurt you."

Their arms reach to pull you into their toned form. A hand traces comforting circles on your back while they bury their face in your neck. It seems your potion may be working faster than anticipated at least. You're still extra careful not to put any extra weight on their body– but it's hard not to.

"Rest. I'll be right by your side." You promise.

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'Your girlfriend, huh? How does it feel knowing she's sleeping with real men?'

Sloan stares at the flowers growing on your ceiling.

'Getting all the dick you can't give her?'

Soft twinkles of silver glitter cover the surface like stars. Fresh air wafts in through the open window next to them and their eyes refuse to close. The curtain drifts aimlessly in the breeze as your sleeping body rests upon your bed in the next room. They promised they would join you soon, but it's been almost an hour and they still haven't moved.

It wasn't that they doubted your loyalty– quite the opposite. So, what was it that bothered them so much? They couldn't pinpoint it exactly. Was it the dick comment? The ugly names he called you? The diseases he accused you of having? You looked so sad when you told them that.

Ugh. It was time to go to bed.

They make their way into your shared bedroom and undress themself. All their bandages had been removed since their body was nearly recovered. No pants, no shirt, just comfortable boxers and the spiraling exhaustion from tonight's events. Little did they know, though, you're wide awake. You've been waiting for them all this time. Underneath the covers lay the little 'gift' the two of you bought at the mall the other day.

They look down at you– eye finally cleared of its bruising– and you look like such an angel. Their hand reaches out to part the translucent canopy curtains and they lay by your unclothed side.

Your eyes flutter open. Took them long enough!

"You're not asleep?" They look at you.

"It's hard to when you're not with me." You reach for their hand and clasp it.

"I'm sorry." They frown. "I should've come to bed earlier. I will next time."

You shake your head.

"It's okay." You assure them.

The two of you lay together in silence for a few minutes. You still feel the nudge of the covered silicone on your upper back.

"Are you feeling better? You certainly look like it." You point out.

"All thanks to you." They smile.

You nuzzle up to them and place a kiss to their lips. Their arms instantly wrap around your nude waist and hold you close.

"I'm glad. You'll tell me if you hurt anywhere, right?" You ask.

They nestle into your neck and place down multiple kisses.

"Of course, mi àngel."

They softly suckle on your supple skin. You feel yourself lightly melting from the sensation, their hands roaming slowly across your figure and filling their rough hands with as much of you they can grab.

"I've been waiting for this all night." They dreamily sigh. "You feel like heaven."

You let them hold you as close as they'd like. You're akin to a real teddy bear– soft, warm, comforting.

A soft giggle escapes your lips from their compliment.

"So cute–" Their words slip into their native tongue. "I love you so much."

Their hands slide down and massage your tired hips. Fingers dig into your flushed skin and lovingly spread you apart, your eyes squeezing shut as they tease you further.

"The sweetest cake of them all." They snicker. "Peach flavored."

"S-stop!" It's vulgar, but you can't help but smile. "You're so bad!"

"I love it when your juices drip down my face." They continue. "I could eat you over and over again."

You can't meet their warm, honey colored eyes. You're so, so embarrassed.

"What?" One of their hands move to guide your gaze back to theirs. "Can't handle the truth?"

"Y-you're just–" You get cut off.

"Just what? Beautiful? Gorgeous? Handsome? I know I am."

"You're a little too bold sometimes!" You grin from their cheekiness.

They certainly wouldn't be themself without it– it's a Sloan brand of smugness.

Their hands continue playing with your hips, cycling between softly jiggling them and squeezing them tight. Once more you hide your face out of shame by burying it in their exposed chest.

"So shy! There's nobody watching." They tell you. "I'm sure you'd put on a good show, though."

They pry you apart one more time before surprising you with a quick swat to the side of your ass. Your surprised squeak makes them chuckle.

"Y-you're not supposed to hit women, dummy!" You jovially chide them. "Haven't you learned your manners?"

Another slap lands right atop the first one. A whimper of excitement escapes your parted lips.

"Nope. I like watching your cute little butt bounce." They laugh as you cover your face with your hands.

So, so shameless.

"You have no filter!" You shake your head. "So vile! My poor, poor ears!"

Another laugh stirs from their chest. You sit yourself up and are caught off guard one more time as they switch from your ass to your breasts– apparently they're not done embarrassing you just yet.

"Oh, good! I haven't gotten to admire these!" They grin.

You open your mouth to reply, but their hands slide over the softened skin of your nipples and turn them hard as a result. The tip of their fingers brush against the aroused bud repeatedly and you arch into their touch with a content mewl.

"Such pretty sounds. You're practically purring, mi gatita." They focus on their handiwork for a little longer before pulling you back down.

They flip you over so that they're now topping you. Their mouth envelopes one of your breasts and coats it in their saliva– swirling their tongue all over before it exits with a pop.

"Guess that gets you quiet, hm?" You reach up to boop their cute nose.

"Mhm." They lean down again and give love to the other side.

Your eyes squeeze shut again as whimpers involuntarily echo inside your tightened throat. You arch into their affection and a hand gets busy where their mouth just was– using one half of you as a stress ball as their tongue remains busy on the other side. Your thighs squeeze shut as the sticky heat intensely kindles between them.

They place a kiss down your nipple after they're done.

"Just as sweet as your peach." They grin again, their hand now squeezing the flesh of your hips again.

The look on your face is priceless. Your expression is twisted in pleasure– eyebrows arched, eyes shut tight as your mouth lies agape swallowing audible breaths of air. They adjust themself once more and cup your face, placing down kisses across your sweating skin.

"Mi angelita..." They rub their nose against yours, speaking softly to you. "You deserve everything I can't give you."

Then, their arm lands on something hard underneath the blankets.

"Hm?"

Their curiosity gets the better of them. The covers are easily pushed aside to reveal the strap the two of you bought earlier that week.

"Oh!" Their eyes light up.

'Your girlfriend, huh? How does it feel knowing she's sleeping with real men? Getting all the dick you can't give her?'

All those discouraging thoughts disappear into thin air.

"I wasn't using it yet! I swear!" You jump to your own defense. "I was waiting for you!"

They place a kiss to your lips. Their underwear now lays forgotten on the rug below.

"I know, mi amor." They fit their legs in the harness and fasten it to themself. "I believe you."

Next goes in the strap, fitting perfectly through the hole. Then they dig through the nightstand to find the water element infused lubricant. They squeeze out a generous amount on their hands and rub them together.

"Mm– what if it still hurts?" You cast your gaze away as they hover over your form again.

"I'll get you nice and ready. I'll also go extra slow, okay?" They assure you.

You're quiet for a moment and mull over their words.

Then, you nod.

Your legs timidly open to welcome them in. Their slippery fingers eagerly dive between your slick covered folds only to discover you're plenty wet already.

"Oh, woah–" They mumble to themself. "I guess I'm pretty good at my job, huh?" They snicker.

Their words are brushed off as they trace tight circles against your swollen clit. You're lost in their handiwork, their callused fingers providing plenty of friction against the most sensitive part of you. Your toes curl in anticipation as you needily grind up against them. Once more their mouth wraps around one of your breasts as the cool silicone strap presses up against your lower half. They feel you begin to squirm underneath their toned figure, all the sounds you make encouraging them further.

Their fingers dip down and prod at your excessively dripping entrance. There's a little bit of resistance first– muscle clamping shut– and they massage around your hole to help you open up.

"Relax. Take a deep breath for me." Their breath is hot against your chest.

"I-it hurts–" You sniffle. "I'll try–"

"I know. You can do it, though. I know you can." They encourage you.

You take a deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. You relax just enough to let the tip of their index finger slide inside.

"You're doing good! Keep breathing!" They coax you further.

More focused breaths. The pressure around your entrance finally releases and they slide all the way inside.

"Does it still hurt?" They ask, crooking their finger and tapping against your tightened walls.

"N-no! Just... a little weird..." You answer.

They kiss you again. "It takes a little time to get used to."

Their finger wriggles about a little more before a second one eases its way alongside the first, stretching you out further and further. Now you can certainly feel something nudging against a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves. An involuntary squeak escapes as they press up against it.

"It f-feels weird still!" You grasp onto the sheets below.

Their thumb brushes up against your pulsating core. Nervousness grows inside of you as try to remain in control. Your mind tries its hardest to focus on anything else– but the only thing you can think about is how there's two fingers buried hilt deep inside of you while a thumb works its magic.

Then, they pull out entirely. You take another deep breath of relief as your walls close up again.

"Are you ready?" They ask, aligning themself at your entrance.

Your legs nervously wrap around their hips and bring them closer.

"G-go slow!" You pout.

"I promised I would!" They remind you.

The cold, lube covered strap presses against your empty hole and slowly– delicately– presses itself inwards. You're a little surprised at how effortlessly the head sinks inside at first.

Just a little bit more to go.

You reach out for a hand to hold and they happily clasp it back. The other one remains firmly attached to your hip.

Slowly. Slowly– they're two inches in now.

"Doing okay?" They look up at you.

"Mm–mhm–!" You voice.

Your eyes are still squeezed shut as they insert another inch. A minute passes before they're able to get to four. You let their hand fall back to your side to steady themself again.

"Deep breaths."

Five.

...

Six.

They're finally sheathed all the way within, but there's little time to celebrate the victory. They pull out just a tad and reenter to test the waters.

"Good?" They ask, sweat dripping down their forehead.

"G-good!" You answer.

They continue lightly thrusting inside as you're once more stretched out completely. The ridges, bumps and edges present on the surface of the toy provide extra stimulation as that little spot inside of you alights again. It feels like lightning is crackling through out the entire lower half of you– it's bizarre, but you're enjoying it. After a minute or so of letting you readjust, their thumb presses up against your quaking center and retraces those tight circles that have your toes practically cramping from curling so hard.

Your body shakes as something inside you... snaps? Breaks? Releases? It's hard to describe. It feels like–

Before your mind can figure it out, you flood the bed with warmth. Embarrassment grabs ahold of you and throttles your entire being without remorse.

"Oh–! Someone got a little too excited, hm?" They tease you.

You feel like crying.

"No– no, that's a good thing!" They lean down and kiss your upset face. "You know what squirting is, right?"

"Yes, but–" You pout even harder. "That much?"

"Poor àngel, it's not embarrassing! I promise!" They nestle into your neck, holding you close as they continue their casual, rhythmic motions.

You wrap your arms around them and your fingernails dig into the tattooed flesh of their back. After the whole ordeal, you weren't sure if you were ready to look at them just yet.

"Here." They move just enough to let your hand through. "Tell me when you're close."

You're already balancing on the edge as your hand picks up where theirs left off.

"I'm close..." You shyly admit.

"Ah, I could've figured–" A snorting laugh escapes. "Not laughing at you by the way!"

It isn't long afterwards that you arch your back against their body, coming hard as their name drips from your lips. Once more a warmth floods your entire body as you succumb to the bliss of your orgasm... except, you're not embarrassing yourself this time. They pull out almost immediately afterwards and wrestle the harness off.

They hug you close in your puddle.

"We'll have to do laundry tomorrow. I'm so, so sorry. You don't have to sleep with me if you don't want to–" They kiss you stop you from talking.

You're quiet as their body nestles into yours like a puzzle piece.

"What about you, though?" Another kiss nearly interrupts you.

"I'll show you the ropes some other time. Just rest." They tell you.

You shake your head. You're adamant about them finishing, too, even if it was by their own hand.

"Please don't go to sleep unsatisfied." You beg them. "If anything, do it for me."

Oh... how can they say no to that?

They sigh.

"Okay. Let me see your hand one more time." They reach up for it, but you lightly smack it away.

"No! Let me love you with the effort you give to me!" You assert yourself.

It's... kind of hot to them, actually.

"O-okay! Just don't kill me!" They joke.

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"I-I've been taking classes in sex magic for the past week." You confess. "I'm confident I can treat you right!"

Their face lights up red.

"Classes? for me?" They jovially bat their eyelashes. "Aw, shucks..."

You sigh this time. The jokes never seem to end with them.

"No, clearly not." You sarcastically reply. "Now, are you going to let me try?"

"When I did say you couldn't?" They smirk.

Mm. Good point.

Enough playing around– they're happy enough to let you dive between their legs and show them what you've learned. However, that terrible shyness overtakes you again and nervousness gets the better of you. It's accidentally written all over your face.

"You'll do good. I'm sure of it." They do the best to build up your confidence. "I promise you that you won't be the worst head I ever had."

That's a story for another time.

"Plus– it's just nice seeing you go down on me." They add. "It's like all the dreams I've been having lately. Just... real this time."

Your hands rest against their toned, beige thighs and your eyes close for just a moment.

...

"It's not a hard sigil to remember. Draw it and keep it under the bed– or even better– etch it into the frame." She tells you in her iconic Swiss German accent. "Actually... furniture is expensive. Don't do that."

You sketch down the sigil. It glows an iconic hot pink color before it becomes inactive again.

"I think you'll do just fine. I've had no complaints from any student or customer, and I've been doing this for nine years." She adds. "More than that– but they don't count free hours apparently."

She turns away from you with a displeased expression. "Curse that damned company."

...

Your eyes flicker open.

For a brief moment, your eyes shine a brilliant shade of fuchsia. It interlaces with your aura and overtakes your fear near instantly. Something in your system anchors and takes hold as a copilot in your body. It's not that you're not in control– it just feels like it's being guided. Not by any person or spirit, but by magic.

Your mouth presses against their slick slit and leaves a kiss behind. A gentle taste of something sweet lingers upon your lips. It's hard to say exactly what it is– then it hits you. Brown sugar and boba. It swirls into a blast of cinnamon, pumpkin and cake flavor. It finally melts into its final ice cream like taste and leaves you craving more.

It was like all the desserts you've shared together combined into one.

Your fingers thumb their folds to expose more of them. Your tongue trails upwards and all the flavors come rushing back. More laps– their legs are shaking already. You focus intensely on their aching core and lock your mouth around it to suckle it lightly.

Memories of going to the mall flash inside your mind. Taking a photo with them with your shared boba drink, spoiling them as they deserved.

As they deserve to be spoiled now.

Your eyes shut as you focus in on bringing them pleasure. A sudden sensation fills your mouth– not like water or saliva, but energy– and it pours out on them unseen. Every part of their body is on fire, but in the most ecstatic way possible. They have to resist pulling at your hair to bring you closer.

You had never heard them be so loud before. Whines, whimpers, moans all interchanged with your name for added encouragement. They're groping themself in the heat of it all– but it doesn't feel nearly as good as you feel. You bury yourself deeper as your tongue rolls repeatedly against their quivering center and all you can think about is making them come. It's what drives you harder than anything– not the memories, not the taste, but how wonderful it's going to be as soon as they reach their end.

Those were good additions, too, though.

They don't even have time to register it– they're utterly engulfed in your actions to the point they don't even realize that they've come hard against your face. In that orgasmic haze they see even more twinkles of magenta in your eyes before they come again– and after that, one more time. Each and every time more intense than the last.

Their voice is raspy from yelling. Surely, the neighbors would be complaining by the time morning arrives.

You pull away.

They lay collapsed against the bed, arm covering their eyes as they gasp for air.

For a moment, you thought you genuinely killed them– then they reach to pet the side of your face. You move to lay your head on their chest as their brain still drifts somewhere in the atmosphere. An arm lovingly rubs your back as a job well done.

"Was it good?" You ask.

They're silent for minutes on end. All you can hear is their rhythmic mouth breathing.

"How much did you pay for that class?" They speak up.

"Umm– not that much! Like thirty dollars or so." You tell them.

"Do not get your money back." They pass out shortly afterwards.

[nerves-nebula]

yeah the thing is my gender feelings are also very weird. it's like.... I do not know if I experience dysphoria or what even is going on there but the other day I mentioned I wanted to cut my hair even shorter to someone and they went "oh yeah, like a pixie cut!" and I immediately started crying because in my brain the thought process went pixie cut = feminine term for short hair = I will never make this person Understand or be seen as properly my gender (which is rich because??? I don't understand it either) so we were both just standing there upset and confused. and the thing!!!! the thing about that is THAT I WAS REALLY REALLY SURE I WAS A CIS WOMAN!!! and I think I still kind of am??? because I'm definitely not a man and "nonbinary" doesn't quite cut it either And I don't want to transition but also every time I get called a girl or a woman or a daughter I'm internally like "ok... but unless?" but any pronouns besides she/her feel wrong to me. ok that's a lie I could use multiple sets of pronouns but it's integral that she is one of them.

and the thing is that if I did attempt to transition it would feel weird to me because I don't want to change my body (besides tossing the boobs) but I'd like it if I was seen as masculine more and I know that with how i currently present that is never going to happen. and I like my way of presenting too but I don't like how it's read by other people. but if I was read as just a man that would be weird too. It's like... I'm never going to be able to get someone to see me as my correct gender BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW MY GENDER. ok sorry I'm done. and I know that cis people question their gender too but I don't think I'm cis anymore and. well. do I sound insane

Lotta ground to cover here uhhh

If I was you I’d ask why nonbinary doesn’t cut it. What do you think nonbinary is? Do you think it’s a single identity? Bi-gender and agender can both be nonbinary and are basically opposites. Some people identify as nonbinary women because they’re women who fall outside normative ways of gender expression (there are many other reasons you could consider yourself a nonbinary woman too of course, like being multi gender, but that’s an example) So I wouldn’t throw out nonbinary so fast.

More to the point though I think labels aren’t as important as doing whatever you want forever. Make your body how you want it and the rest can follow. You can be and identify as a cis woman while having top surgery (I think I just reblogged a comic about that) and short hair and a masculine vibe. You could be butch. You could be feminine the way men are or masculine the way women are.

However there’s a lot of stuff here I can’t help you with. Like, I can’t tell if you’re dismissing some of the options here out of genuine disinterest or an internalized fear that you’re “not allowed” or “not supposed” to do or be certain a way

I can’t tell if you’d feel “weird” being read as a man because you don’t have any interest in that or because you’re not sure if it’s ok to be a woman who looks like that. Which is why i can’t really advise you over anon lol. This is like a two hour conversation type thing

I'd like it if I was seen as masculine more and I know that with how i currently present that is never going to happen. and I like my way of presenting too but I don't like how it's read by other people.

This is interesting cuz I’ve never been one for dressing to appease other people, but some people are happier dressing to communicate their identity to others. So I guess either you change to be read as what you want or accept people being wrong about you. Go with whichever makes you feel the best I’d say

As for this:

I'm never going to be able to get someone to see me as my correct gender BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW MY GENDER.

I really can’t help you there. I know my gender but I’m nonbinary so no one will ever see me and recognize my gender. There’s no passing for me so i don’t really care about that anymore. Sorry

[officer-achilles]

Wolf 359 Character Headcanons

(Appearance, Sexuality, and Gender)

Officer Eiffel

+ My initial interpretation of him was a Chicano/Mexican-American man with short hair and dark tanned skin. Upon the introduction of fanart to my psyche I became an Eiffel ponytail truther, but I tend to still envision him as Mexican-American or like mixed Mexican and White. I think my mental image of him has stayed pretty consistent overall. I still don't know how tall he would be, but I would imagine he's squarely average if not mildly shorter than average. Five o'clock shadow at best, unkept short beard at worst. Also, I like Transman!Eiffel as a headcanon- he's just been transitioned so long that he has reached 'just some guy' status. He would take off his shirt and have his top surgery scars out and if people ask about them he just kinda laughs and admits he forgot they were even there. Also... bisexual to a fault.

Commander Minkowski

+ My first imagined look of her was as an average height (maybe slightly taller than average) dark-skinned black woman with short dreads. Upon the introduction of fanart I have become a short Minkowski fan, but I cannot consistently decide anything else about her physical appearance. Except that I tend to prefer her with short hair (chin length or shorter). Race headcanon and build headcanons are in a constant state of flux, any image of that woman I see is just her. Bisexual but didn't realize it until she met Lovelace. Definitely made jokes about being the only straight person in her theatre classes when she was young. Also, assumed cisgender but meeting and getting to know Lovelace has her reconsidering this aspect of herself as well.

Dr. Hilbert

+ I imagined him hot from the jump, I'm not going to lie to you. I imagined him as a smoking hot, tall, loser dweeb of a pale white man with white blonde hair, freckles, and the worst eye bags you'd ever seen in your life. And of course rectangular glasses. Finding out he was (likely) canonically bald devastated me. I accept any and all fanart interpretations of him however, and will kiss him no matter what. So... yeah... I still like to imagine him as tall though, with white blonde hair that's tied back in a small ponytail. And a few freckles. He has so many wrinkles though and looks perpetually exhausted. Also Dr. Hilbert has no understanding of gender and if you made him tell you what he identifies as, he would just settle on man- but out of convenience. If he wasn't so occupied with science he'd realize he was something nonbinary adjacent. Any pronouns. Also, probably bisexual. But again, he's too focused on his research to realize this.

Hera

+ Blue circle. I envisioned her as a little blue circle, or just an intercom with a voice coming out of it. When I decided to actually think of a physical form for her however, I came up with a retrofuturism Marilyn Monroe AI girl with blue skin and unsettlingly bright blue eyes (or perhaps stark white eyes, depending). Then if she was humanized I imagined essentially the same thing but a dark-skinned black woman. Every interpretation of Hera rings true to me though, I literally have never seen a Hera fanart or description I did not like. I think Hera would accept any pronouns outside of it/its pronouns because she finds them dehumanizing when used on her in specific. Also, pansexual most likely.

Lovelace

+ I initially envisioned her as Native American, long braids, tanned skin. Then I switched to a dark-skinned black woman after I saw the live episode. I support any and all Lovelace fanart interpretations, though the short hair more butch looking Lovelace art has a special place in my heart. Also, in my head Lovelace is a lesbian with a complicated view of gender. He/They Lovelace anyone? Though I think Lovelace wouldn't mind the use of she, I just think Lovelace has an active enjoyment of He/They being used to refer to them.

Maxwell

+ I never pinned down a visual for Maxwell. Sometimes she has glasses... sometimes she doesn't... sometimes she has curly hair... sometimes it's straight... All I know is she has it dyed in some fashion. Perhaps highlights in a bright color or an ombre of some sort. Also... freckles... always freckles. I do rapidly switch between stereotypical dweeb looking Maxwell and girly girl looking Maxwell though. I saw a post somewhere saying she seems like a Sanrio person and I agree. Also, genderqueer in some fashion. Probably ambiguously transfem though I can't be sure. And because I can- lesbian.

Jacobi

+ Either the MOST cisgender man to ever live OR the MOST transgender man to ever live. If he's cisgender then he is SO cisgender that you can call him whatever and he'll just accept it. Or he's just dripping in gay transman swag. He literally met Keppler in San Francisco, he is a walking pride parade. Though this is in the sense that you may not be able to tell just by looking at him on the clock- but in his off time he wears tank tops that are just a little *too* cunty. Burn scars were not in my initial idea of Jacobi but I love them now. Honestly Jacobi in my brain at first was very jock mixed with surfer for some reason. White guy with wavy brown (maybe dirty blonde hair) and a cocky smile. Then somewhere down the line I made him Latino. Because- because- I- I'm Latino. Latino Jacobi just seems good to me, though Filipino Jacobi and Black Jacobi also are near and dear to my heart. Though I never complain when I see Jacobi fanart. Also he needs glasses but in my mind tends to wear contacts.

Colonel Keppler

+ Guys... I'm so sorry... I... The first time I saw fanart of him where he was white I felt jump scared. He's just... a surprisingly cuddly looking Black man to me. Large, broad shouldered, but with a kind smile (when he does smile) and a surprising lack of muscle definition (he could bench press you with ease though). I also fuck with Asian Keppler heavy. Every Keppler is a good Keppler, I can never hate- but I will admit that classically good looking movie star style White Keppler always throws me for a loop. Also, cisgender man (probably). The probably is because if you ask him about his gender identity he will just stare at you in silence for a long time until you get uncomfortable and change the subject. Also... bisexual?

Mr. Cutter

+ White man. Aging twink central. Business suit. Black hair. Big smile. That is all. He would celebrate pride month by blowing up a space station but the explosion would be rainbow. Or he would just leave rainbow frosted store bought cupcakes in the employee break room.

Dr. Pryce

+ White lady. So white. White lady with brunette (maybe dirty blonde) hair tied into an excruciatingly tight ponytail. Also glasses. She does not care about pronouns or gender but she will glare at you if you try to use any neopronouns around her.

Rachel Young

+ East Asian. Very put together with a pencil skirt, blouse, and a blazer. Also secretary glasses and black hair. I admittedly have not seen any fanart of her yet, but I'm sure I'd be open to any interpretation of her. As for gender... I think she is just a cisgender woman. She is a lesbian however, and she wanted Lovelace so bad.

Also Bonus...

Lambert

+ Nerd. Either unbearably tall and lanky or short and block shaped. Glasses. Dad haircut that ages him horrifically despite him not being that old. Probably white but I am ambivalent to his race. If you asked his pronouns he would go 'he/him/his' and he would struggle to understand the concept of they/them lesbians (not out of malice, never out of malice). Unsure about his sexuality. Maybe he can be the token straight. Wait no... that feels wrong...

Fisher

+ Tall, burly, I imagined him as dirty blonde with grease stains on him all the time. Gay. He/Him. But I saw a redheaded headcanon for him once and I fuck with it heavy. Also, beard? Perhaps?

Zelburg

+ See Dr. Hilbert. But maybe with a loosely tied up man bun this time. Possibly different glasses as well.

Fourier

+ Short, chubby, white woman. Red hair with freckles or brunette with freckles. Big round glasses. Probably a lesbian, probably a she/they in a rather ambivalent way.

Hui

+ East Asian, mildly shorter than average. Minimal facial hair. Wears Hawaiian shirts or similarly bold button ups under his lab coat. Gender? I hardly no her. (Will default to just saying he's a guy though...). Also sexuality? Why do you care- you wanna ask him out?

[woodenchip]

DANGANRONPA 2 GENERAL HEADCANONS

Just some headcanons that I wrote down, most of it is just pure nonsense and I love that for me

🍊Hajime Hinata🍊

•TRANS MASC (HE'S JUST LIKE ME FR)

•Bi man, big bi man (men pref)

•He doesn't untie his tie, he just makes it loose enough to slip it on and off

•Is like really quiet when you don't know him, but once he's comfortable with you he has no control over what he says

•Deals with intrusive thoughts

•He's so silly

•Has ADD or ADHD and OCD

•Sleeps in the fetal position

🍖Akane Owari🍖

•My favorite Demiromantic demigirl

•My girl is sex REPOLST

•Aoi is her cousin

•Akane is so proud of Aoi

•High metabolism omg

•Whenever she got bored doing something with gymnastics she'd go up to little kids and show off

•"You wanna see what I can do-"

•She hopes that by showing off the kids get inspired by her and work hard

•She's really good with kids, like #1 babysitter type shit

•Her and Kazuichi are close too

•Like bff's

⚜️The Ultimate Imposter⚜️

•Agender. Definitely Agender

•They/It motherfucker

•gently holds them

•I LOVE THEM SO MUCH :((

•Everytime they disguise themselves an identity crisis happens

•"No one knows who I really am :), but also, no one knows who I really am :("

•Has a very empty room

•like, little to nothing

•CAREGIVER, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

👾Chiaki Nanami👾

•My silly little she/they lesbian

•Tbh I also feel like she's aroace

•My girl is a whole program, I doubt they care about all that‼️

•Loves Mario Kart

•OCD

•Collects old school gaming controllers and stuff

🩸Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu🩸

•HE/HIM BUTCH LESBIAN

•but also he/him trans masc

•no matter what he's trans, I don't make the rules

•With the Trans fem headcanon I love him with Peko

•They are my silly lesbians♥️

•Has so many scars

•I LOVE HIM

•He does age regression

•I DON'T MAKE THE RULES

•Let me project

🐹Gundham Tanaka🐹

•HE/SHE/THEY NON-BINARY SILLY

•They are simply too cool for gender

•Autism?

•Autism.

• yk that one meme that's like "When I go nonverbal at the function"

•Yeah, that's them

•Has costumes for the Dark Devas of Destruction

•HAS MATCHING COSTUMES WITH THEM

👘Hiyoko Saionji👘

•Lesbian‼️‼️

•Her and Imposter are so Sibling coded

•Like her calling him "Ham hands!" SIBLINGS

•I like found family :)

•Like Hiyoko would annoy them so much but will apologize ONLY to them

•Even with Mahiru, Hiyoko will give her half-ass apologies

•HIYOKO AND IMPOSTER FRIENDSHIP‼️

🎸Ibuki Mioda🎸

•My bi-con

•When she gets Overstimulated she just gets more verbal

•Like "omg it's so loud in here??? Should I be louder? I should-"

•She has like those noise cancelling headphones for when she sleeps because of her heightened hearing

•Without the headphones? Not a wink of sleep

•ADHD and OCD

•Whenever she doesn't concerts she makes friends with the staff (or at least tries to)

•Ibuki and Kazuichi have sleepovers and watch kid shows together just for the fun of it

🔧Kazuichi Soda🔧

•AGAIN, TRANS FEM OR MASC THEY BOTH WORK

•LIKE THAT ONE PART OF KAZ SAYING THAT HE WOULD WANT TO BE A WOMAN TO TALK TO SONIA CASUALLY???? SCREAMS TRANS FEM

•also his thing with Sonia? That's not a crush, that's gender envy. (Let me be silly with this)

•Like his eyeliner in game?? No cis man would be able to do that/hj

•Also has the tism

•NEEDS TO BE HOLDING SOMETHING, ANYTHING

•Has like, a box of stim toys

•DOES JUMPY AND TIPPY TOE STIMS

•They really like the feeling of Gundhams scarf

•ALSO DOES LITTLE SPACE

•Let me project onto them😡

📸Mahiru Koizumi📸

•Lesbian or Panromantic

•Big asexual icon

•She forgets things so easily (Main reason why she took up photography)

•She's always late to the first class of the day because she sees something really pretty and takes multiple pictures of it

💉Mikan Tsumiki💉

•DEMISEXUAL, MY HOMEGIRL HAS TO GET CLOSE TO SOMEONE BEFORE SHE EVEN THINKS ABOUT A RELATIONSHIP

•She's also trans fem

•Gently holds her omg

•She asked Nagito to help fix her hair

•He fucked it up more

•Like you know that one part of her bangs that's shorter than the other strands? He did that

•Nagito and her would be silly friends

•"Why would an amazing Ultimate like you want to be friends with a worthless human like me?"

•She'd say something like- "Because you're not that bad, you just get unlucky sometimes, just like me!"

•Like, with how she falls, she's definitely unlucky

•SHE'S ALSO HYPERSEXUAL

🍀Nagito Komaeda🍀

•I really dislike him so I have very little

•My guy is definitely a He/They

•Is (somewhat) close to most of the Lucky students

•He'd end up degrading them though

•"It's amazing how we got into Hopes Peak from just luck!" "I know, how worthless is it that we are only here because of a name drawing!"

•He doesn't have many friends

•And with the few he does have, he just doesn't understand??

•like, my man is struggling to understand why HE has friends

🌪️Nekomaru Nidai🌪️

���The only cis Man here istg

•I love him so much omg

•He would help younger students train and just exercise

•Like him, Mondo, and Taka, they were like besties

•Taka would look up to him SO MUCH

•I'm also a Taka lover, be warned

•Also really good with kids

•Type of person to swing the swings so hard that it tangles up

•Akane would have to fix the swings

•He's just so silly :((

🎭Peko Pekoyama🎭

•FUTCH LESBIAN, HER AND FUYUHIKO ARE MY SILLY LITTLE LESBIANS, I LOVE THEM.

•She's near sighted

•She HATES contacts

•No matter what she does she doesn't take off her glasses, she wears them in the shower, in the pool, everywhere (just like me)

•Her eyesight gets worse and worse everyday/hj

•CARETAKER‼️‼️

•I LOVE HER SO MUCH

•Near sighted

👑Sonia Nevermind👑

•My girl experiments with pronouns and labels

•She's knows she likes woman though, 100%

•Going with the Trans Fem Kazuichi headcanon: she'd help Kaz with clothes

•Like, "You should try this on-"

•Of course she wouldn't forgive Kaz with the weird harassing thingy but she'd be okay with them after a while

•Sonia doesn't hold grudges

•I'm also a Kazuichi apologist ‼️

•SONIA WOULD CRY IF SHE MET GENOCIDER SHO

•CRYING OF HAPPINESS, LIKE‼️‼️

•"Omg- I've been watching police reports of you since you first started killing-!"

•She would watch Gundham's animals and dress them up in fancy little animals clothes

🍴Teruteru Hanamura🍴

•Pansexual

•We already knew that though

•I have like, nothing for him

•I don't like him >:(

•Loves those really corny romance shows

•Like the really bad ones that suck? Yeah, those

•He has a whole notebook with his mother's recipes for when he left to go to Hopes peak so he could cook them whenever he got homesick :(

•He HATES sharing recipes to other people

•Can NOT work in the kitchen with someone else

•MOVE OUT OF HIS WAY, HE WILL SHOVE YOU‼️

[dyke-on]

Women really need to stop making fun of men for their height, even if you don't care about mens feelings or they're a dick it still affects trans men/ trans mascs.

Growing up as a girl I was insecure about so many things but height was never one of them, now however my height and lack of an overtly masculine body is something I'm hyper aware of.

I'm not butch because I have a masculine body, if you're too insecure to be with a shorter person that's a you issue don't make it mine

[v-anrouge]

i almost never draw men despite being a gay homosexual fruity man so genderbends just really tickle my pickle however twst fans are so egregiously bad at doing genderbends??? do. people just think genderbends are longer hair, boobs, and an hourglass figure? fem!vil would not just be vil but with allat YOU WANKERS RAAAGGHHHHH. vil is feminine because hes a MAN and is breaking out of the norms of being a man. his femininity is crucial to his identity as a man. whatever he may be, he'll always be gnc, because the whole point about him is that he DESPISES stereotypical expectations of gendered presentation. he owns his masculinity while also being comfortable in his femininity. so if vil were a woman she'd have short hair, dress in typically masculine clothes, call herself a king-- fuck, vil would probably use he/him pronouns. all that wouldn't negate fem!vil's identity as a woman because her womanhood is based off being her truest self, of embracing the energy that makes her, her, even if it isn't stereotypically feminine, and breaking out of the norms is what gives her power and comfort in her identity. her womanhood IS breaking out of the confines that shackle women to this paragon of submissive perfection. it makes me mad when people waste the potential of genderbends especially since gender can add different and interesting nuance to a character given how the concept itself can shape and affect people's lives on the whole. not to mention, women are often given more shit for doing the exact same thing men do so it'd be interesting to see these characters changed to adapt to that. more people might be anti's of fem!vil than of og!vil. call her a manhater and a feminist that's weakening society and so much more horrible shit because every weak man just NEEDS to drag a strong woman down and humble her and though og!vil is already headstrong, full of confidence, and ready to give anyone shit, fem!vil would have to build her resilience even more against the raging misogyny she'd receive. she knows just how much the world hates women and gnc people like her and that's what motivates her even more to destroy society's narrowminded perception of gender. and you just know how butch women aren't even perceived as women by many members of the queer community-- she's a woman, and she's butch, masculine, etc etc and you'll know it. she won't take shit from both heteronormative people AND prejudiced queer people.

maybe im just speaking yappanese because twst doesn't really have the history of misogyny and sexism as the real world does however there is proof that there is toxic gender norms where we can see the toxic masculinity from the real world being reflected in epel so id take that as an indicator that we may share similarities in some of their societies.

anyhow point is that if you genderbend gnc characters like vil to just be the stereotypical representation of the gender you're bending tjem to, you're the person they hate the MOST. you're putting them in the box they DESPISE because you refuse to see all the effort they've put into their non-conforming identity and seeing them as nothing more than what you expect from them-- perceiving them in the constricting standard they're fighting to break. STOP MAKING ALL FEM!CHARACTERS SHORTER AND THINNER AND MORE CONVENTIONALLY ATTRACTIVE YOU SCAT STAINS!!!!! WHILE A PART OF WOMANHOOD AND UNDESERVING OF HATE, ITS NOT THE PARAGON OF WOMANHOOD BECAUSE THERE IS NO STANDARD TO IT AND TO DEPICT ALL FEM!CHARACTERS AS A MONOLITH OF THE SORT IS AN INJUSTICE TO THEM AS A WHOLE!!! you want a girlboss but can't even do girlbosses right what makes you think you can handle girlfailures or girldisasters OR GIRLINSANITY. women are not there for you to draw them pretty. they can be just as complex as their masc counterparts if not more than in some scenarios.

like fem!jamil would be even more tragic. fem!riddle too. fem!leona too. not to say that they aren't already full of existing nuance because they ARE and it's GREAT but fem characters are just so full of heart wrenching potential AND NO ONE TAKES IT UP RAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH

anyways im not even a girl kisser but i would kiss fem!rook because i fucking love it when girls are unfiltered and creepy and off-putting and disturbing and covered in blood. maybe im bisexual. who knows.

also i just think fem!malleus would be super cool like ahagha girllll you're SO autistic and strange and frightening pleasseeee talk to me about gothic architecture while i explode.

ANON U ATE LIKE HIGHKEY OH MY GOD PLEASE IM PUTTINGTTHIS IN THE MAIN TAG

i never quite understood why i always disliked vil genderbents specifically until like some time ago that i realized the reason i hated it it's because the way people draw it (hyperfemme) doesn't make sense for vil's character, it doesn't make sense that vil, as a man would dress feminine to fight gender roles yet if he was a woman that wouldn't happen and she would still be dressing feminine. genderbents r such an :/ topic because most ppl that make them take the characters make them shorter, skinnier, puts then in tight short clothes, gives them long hair makeup and idk man it always puts me off like being a woman is way more than that and despite the fact a lot of women do present themselves that way, making EVERY character be like that is just idk it FEELS wrong. i feel like most genderbents r just copy and pastes of the same gender roles slapped into a character carelessly just because and honestly it fucking sucks

[fujoreads]

To Strip the Flesh // Review

To Strip the Flesh is a short tales collection in manga format, containing 5 stories in total—the main one going by the book’s title.

I remember someone mentioning this in a book-related podcast I listen to, but I don’t remember which one. I found it at a bookshop when I went on a little date last year, and I just had to buy it! It took me a while to finally read it, but I’m glad I did.

CW: Gender Dysphoria, Explicit Nudity; Organs; Hunting; Animal death; Sexism; Transphobia; Body Horror

This manga was something else. I may not have the exact same experience as our protagonist Chiaki, but I related so hard I cried—thrice, in fact. I got such a headache from crying I had to end the day that evening. Powerful stuff.

I knew I would probably enjoy it because of the art and the topic of trans issues. I myself am a transmasc bastard, so it’s always nice to see manga talking about these things.

When I finally finished it, I had to pause for a minute or two. For the first half, I read many scenes where I felt dysphoric together with Chiaki, but the way the story ended made me actually try to be stronger and fight for my right to happiness, even if I have to face transphobic doctors on the way.

Chiaki Ogawa has never doubted that he is a boy, although the rest of the world has not been as kind. Bound by his mother’s dying wish, Chiaki tries to be a good daughter to his ailing father. When the burden becomes too great, Chiaki sets out to remake himself in his own image and discovers more than just personal freedom with his transition—he finds understanding from the people who matter most. (The StoryGraph)

Although the main story is this one about Chiaki, there are many others who are also just as enjoyable, albeit shorter.

This tale is condensed in about 100 pages, but packs an emotional punch enough to leave you in tears. It made me realize that I have my own found family and I don’t need to keep living a lie.

The flow of the story may have been somewhat rushed due to its overall length, but it still felt neatly presented. I do wish I could have seen more of Chiaki and the rest of the cast, especially his late mother.

This manga’s artstyle is interesting. It feels very anime, but it does feel different in some aspects, like how soft the eyes are. I really enjoyed it.

As someone with a big chest, I personally related to Chiaki’s struggles and the way it was visually presented was just wonderful.

Chiaki is the son of a hunter (who also butches his own kills). He lives as a closeted trans man and desires not to betray his parents’ wishes for him—to be a bride—hurt as it may. He struggles with trying to impose his masculinity to his father, who refuses to see him as anything else but his daughter, saying how “women don’t hunt”, and never letting him get hurt, seeing him as a frail girl. However, we also see his weaknesses: how he never lets his father know his true feelings, even when his father clearly shows he cares for what he thinks is best to Chiaki. It’s understandable, but also what strains their relationship at some point, even if from Chiaki’s perspective.

It’s so sweet to see Chiaki’s growth after a big moment where he has to make an important decision, both for him and his father, and how that improved their overall relationship.

His father was an interesting character to follow as well, even if we see less of him, and usually accompanied by Chiaki. I wish we could have had more moments with him.

I enjoyed Takato as a friend of Chiaki’s, but while he is sweet and supportive, he’s also a bit annoying. Maybe having him grow more throughout the story instead of a last-minute development would have made him more justice.

This was a lovely read, and not just for the main story. Personally, the Hot Watermelon short story was my second favorite, followed by David in Love.

I got even more excited seeing how Oto Toda, the author, worked as an assistant for Tatsuki Fujimoto on Fire Punch—one of my favorite works ever, as despair-inducing as it was.

If you care about stories centered around trans issues, you’ll certainly like it. It’s also a tale of father-son love, and how old wounds can be treated, even if it seems all too late.

This is a very short story, followed by other even shorter stories, so if you desire a more detailed and lengthy tale, you might not enjoy this. It’s a powerful narrative, but it’s rushed at times and unless you personally relate to Chiaki’s struggles, you might feel less emotionally affected.

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[dungeon-meshi-tournament]

You guys had less to say about the Best Winter Outfit in the Dungeon Tournament, probably also because it was a shorter tournament. Still, there were some funny comments, and I had to do less selecting the absolute best to keep the post a reasonable length. So here are the comments I thought were funny, sorted by the poll they were commented on.

Senshi 5 vs Laios 1 (round 1, part 1) laios looks like an engineering student

Chilchuck 1 vs Chilchuck 2 (round 1, part 1) he's so father figure here

Cithis vs Otta (round 1, part 2) butch elf erasure 😔 vote for the number one bull dyke in the world <3

Mithrun 1 vs Mithrun 2 (round 1, part 2) Look at the mask in the first one: Health conscious King out to buy snacks from the local gas station for his squad bathrobe looking coat 💀 ARE YOU AN ELF EVEN? DO YOU HAVE A BIG BLACK PUFFA JACKET??

Izutsumi 2 vs Izutsumi 3 (round 1, part 2) the tail sock gets me every time

Namari vs Senshi 2 (round 2) Senshi won a tournament already. It's women's time why pit two bad bitch dwarves against each other. i love them both equally. bisexually

Chilchuck 3 vs Dia (round 2) Don't @ her she's cozy!!!

Cithis vs Fleki (round 2) comnfy stoner fleki !!!

Mithrun vs Pattadol (round 2) oijseoise mithrun as much as i like pattadol's outfit i can't forgive the uggs

Namari vs Laios (Quarter finals) HES JUST SO LAME. HEART UGLY SWEATER GLASSES LAIOS!!!1!

Laios vs Dia (Semi-finals) Look this Laois look is peak, I will admit, but can we not all come together to appreciate a girl at her coziest?? Absolute Most Cozy??? dia!!!! snowball!!!!

Fleki vs Izutsumi (Semi-finals) Comon y'all. We know what the best witner clothing is. TAIL WARMER

Dia vs Izutsumi (Finale) I love you Izutstumk. mis spelled too many times to correct lol