#choice and not just. because thats supposed to be ''normal'' for me

[chiisana-lion]

years ago got this super cute lilac long skirt that ive never worn since getting it but would really like to if only it werent for the fact id hate to be perceived anything remotely close to femininely. and Especially by my extended family who i just know for a fact are waiting for me to grow out of my "phase" and be able to say "see that? you're acting like a normal girl now"

[mayearies]

where miles likes being spoiled by your kisses cw: theres like one sex joke

miles and you had just gotten back from his basketball game. wasnt his best but can you blame him? he was distracted. his girlfriend was on the bleachers watching his every move and cheering for him.

once you got to his room, he threw you some clothes as he changed out of his jersey. “woah! what’s the rush?” he wiped his face with a towel.his braids looked messy too. “nothin’. just wanna hurry up and cuddle with you.”

the last part went in one ear and out the other. you were just amazed at his upper body. it wasn’t incredibly muscular or anything, despite how strong he was. you kinda wanted to touch it. “you starin’ real hard, ma. you good?”

you didn’t respond, instead you just shifted your eyes back and forth between his face and his chest as he put on his shirt. he let out a playful laugh at your silence. “view’s that good, huh? can’t keep your eyes off me?”

“i mean, i dont really have a choice now do i?” you laughed. you swear, this boy had you giggling and kicking your feet so hard when he wasn’t here. “miss me from up there?” he kissed your cheek.

“a lil.” miles stopped kissing your face and held a pouty expression. "a little?" he questions, feeling a sense disappointment. "what am i supposed to do with just a little?"

holding a serious gaze, miles continues to kiss you. "i expected to be missed like crazy by you, amor."

holding a playful smile, you gave into his sweet kisses all around your face. “okay, maybe i missed you more than that. but you weren’t that far from me.”

miles relaxes, grinning as he kissed you more. "see, baby?" he mumbles, rubbing your cheek softly. "i told you i’m too irresistible. you know i’m right.”

most of the time, he was right. he knew you, better than you knew yourself in some ways. you both loved it. he held your hand tightly, not wanting you to leave despite how late it was. “can you show me how much you missed me?”

“how so?”

he pulled away and sucked on his teeth. eyeing the sheets then looking back at you. “hm. i don’t know, maybe some quality time together?”

and thats how you got here— stradding his lap while he leaned his head against the headboard, playing with your hair and scrolling through his phone.

the times where you two were apart were the ones he dreaded the most. he knew you didn’t like it either. but it is what it is. shit happens, but at least he could sleep knowing he would see you again.

he sighed, flipping his phone over on the blanket. he was silent for a little while before biting your shoulder softly to get your attention. “what?” he just looked at you with his normal resting face. “how much did you miss me, ma? gimme a number.”

you raised an eyebrow, feeling less tense. “like, out of ten?” miles rested his chin on your chest, looking up at you.

"yeah, out of ten," he said. milles smiled and starts to caress your back, waiting to hear your response to his question.

“hmm,” you bit your lips as you thought. miles’ fingers rubbed circles on your hips, too. “a solid 9.”

his eyes widened. "really," he asks, surprised. "you mean that?" giving you a playful tap on your nose, "because that last point is earned when I get a kiss." he likes making it obvious how much he wants you to kiss him. resting his head back on the headboard, tilting his head down toward you. “c’mon, kiss me, ma.”

you gave him a soft kiss in the cheek, making him let out a sigh and laugh simultaneously while also looking you up and down. he pouted, “that’s not what i meant, you know that. no seas cruel, mamita.”

“you’re so picky.” you saw him eyeing your lips as he said that, so you gave him exactly what he wanted. “better?”

miles gives a light squeeze to your hip. he looks down into your eyes with a sly smirk, nodding. "that's exactly what I wanted, baby," he spoke teasingly. "but I wonder if you know how to show me just a bit more love?"

placing his fingertips beneath your chin, miles slowly turns your face back toward his. looking back with a playful expression, he asked for another one. and another. aaand another. to which you would give.

you let out a light groan, while rolling your eyes playfully. “you’re picky and greedy. what a combo, miles. what a combo.”

miles smirks and rubs his thumb across your lips, making it apparent what he wants. “i mean, you wouldn't want me to be unhappy, would you? I need you to do your job and keep me satisfied."

as he speaks, miles continues to hold you with both of his hands on either side of your face. with a cheeky smile, he asks, "so are you going to be a good girlfriend or not?"

you rolled your eyes for real this time. his teasing could get annoying from time to time, but it would blow over soon. giving him another kiss, which was more long lasting to keep him quiet for a while. “see, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“you’re being greedy.”

“greedy? greedy for your love, yeah. that’s justified. hop off my dick if you dont like it, ma.”

“i cant in case you havent noticed!”

this could have been a fic but i was lazy abt the graphics yeahhh also this is mainly for @all444miles cause iykyk (she would be going insane)

[multiheadcanons]

A CALL TO ARMS!

hello all!

i do not normally come to you in such a manner, but i want us to have a chat.

tf2 fans, new and experienced, young and old, im not sure if you’ve heard the news.

but ShorK is making a Meet The Real Medic.

with robin.

and gary.

and sports fans, projects like these need money. bucks. dabloons. clams. and i have put forth all i can to this project.

and we have reached the bare minimum goal!

but sports fans; all masterpieces require a little more support. wink.

now, max, i hear you say. max, if the goal has been met, and you’ve already pledged, why are you bringing this to us? what are we supposed to do with this information? and to that, i say… i want the live orchestral remake of a little heart to heart and medic.

i NEED it, sports fans. i need it like i need air. and we need 120 thousand bones to do that.

so i’m gonna propose something. a little additional incentive to our sports fans. and i’m gonna be honest, i don’t know if this is legal? like i don’t know if this counts as a giveaway? and if it’s not someone PLEASE tell me so i can Not Break The Law.

for everyone who backs the kickstarter on ANY TIER and can DM me proof you backed the kickstarter, i’ll put you in a name picker and pick one person to buy a signed bonesaw off of robins etsy, free of charge.

that’s right. EVERYONE WHO CAN DM ME PROOF THEY BACKED THE KICKSTARTER AT ANY TIER. no following, no liking, no sharing required. and it will be 100% free. you will not even be charged shipping. i will have it mailed directly to your house from the etsy, red or blu, your choice, if your name is picked on the generator. granted, you do have to have your messages open so i can contact you, and failure to do so within 24 hours will result in someone else being chosen. im trying to think of everything i have to say legally about this. you also have to be cool with me knowing your address momentarily, and i will literally give you daily shipping updates when it is purchased, and when a tracking number comes in i’ll send that to you, as well. to sweeten the deal, at least for those who enjoy my writing, you will get a request of any kind that i will write for YOU, and send personally to YOU via the internet. all yours. nobody else will have a copy except me and you.

and that’s not all sports fans.

not only will that one person get a written request of their choice, so will FIVE OTHER BACKERS WHO GET RANDOMLY CHOSEN. THATS RIGHT, SIX OF YOU TOTAL WILL GET ONE WRITING REQUEST OF ANYTHING TF2 RELATED YOUR MIND CAN PONDER. AND IT WILL BE NOBODY ELSE’S BUT YOURS. and mine.

THAT is how badly i want that live orchestral soundtrack.

we are just shy of 70k. and i don’t want to get my hopes too high, because i know if we don’t make it i will be even more crushed than if i didn’t care.

but it’s not gonna stop me from hoping! and every dollar counts! so if you’ve got something to give, even a pound, you should give it! if not for me, for the love of the sport! and hey, one of you will get a signed bonesaw, and five others a grossly indulgent fic out of it, EVEN IF we don’t make the goal!

this giveaway will close when the kickstarter campaign ends, and a winner will be chosen the next day!

but max! max! i hear you cry. max, i really don’t give a shit about this. and i work for a living. i ain’t got it in me. and when’s your post coming out? and to that i say, twelve hours from now!

see you then, dolls!

[honeytonedhottie]

how 2 stop a manifestation spiral⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🗒️

feeling doubtful or stressed when manifesting is normal because they are human emotions and we are human. its normal to get triggered by things in the 3D.

with practice, things in the 3D won't trigger you to the point where u start to spiral because you will be a seasoned manifestor. lets talk about it...💬🎀

AFFIRMING ;

when u feel urself starting to get triggered or u fear that u might begin to spiral. start affirming. if u find that you can't focus enough to affirm then i recommend affirming out loud.

affirming out loud is helpful because if ur saying it with your words u can't think something different. so affirm out loud and ease into affirming in ur head to remind urself of what yk to be true. affirming kills wavering! affirming kills doubt! so keep on affirming until the wavering, spiraling and doubt end.

REVERSE UR THOUGHT PROCESS ;

if ur starting to get intrusive thoughts (which everyone has and its totally normal) but if ur intrusive thoughts are super persistent and u feel like u can't control it, reverse ur thought process. for example...

lets say ur manifesting something and your thinking "this'll never happen because _" then ask why? and continue to ask why until u can't think of a reason. doing so debunks ur limiting beliefs and shuts up ur intrusive thoughts.

HOT TIP ; when the 3D is all up in my face, i just shut it down completely by affirming "idgaf what the 3D says, ik i have (insert desire)" and then i feel relieved because ik its true...💬🎀

TAKE A DEEP BREATH ;

take a deep breath and breathe. remember that manifestation isnt supposed to feel like a chore and its easy, natural, and so much fun. dont lose sight of that because thats how we become stressed and end up not enjoying manifestation.

FEEL YOUR EMOTIONS ;

cry, take a day off, whine but do NOT wallow. i keep a loa tough love rant in my notion for after im done feeling my feelings to put me back in check. but do not bottle up ur feelings when u manifest. feel it and then move on.

because at the end of the day wavering is such a waste of time because you know that this is ur reality, u know that the world is ur oyster and reality is ur playground. the law has no choice but to work.

[cringe6fail6star6]

The demons in me probably having orgy bc omg what the fuck

>>Okay. U know how reader is stuck in space for gods know how long, and during this time brain just refuses to be horny. With another top sexually active alien who keeps patient just to see how long it'll take them to notice. But when this dam breaks? Whats then?<<

Tags: Smut, one-shot, thragg x reader, battle beast x reader mentioned(???), self-indulgent, male reader, repressed reader, whore thragg, voyuerism, kismessis feelings/hatefucking in the end, reader is mentioned to be indestructable/able to survive viltrumites, unrealistic porn bc im gonna die a virgin, edging(reader, thragg), creampie, mention of multiple rounds, xenodick with no proper description. No use of y/n, only you-yourself-u, bad spelling n mistakes

[>Have a good read!<]

...

U walking around the ship, supposed sleep time is on and it seems fine right? U walk past room the whole medbay calls "mating den" thats just extra office that was before used for battle planning and was remade into monarchs room. You arent invited - you dont come in. The usual ya know? As per usual, theres noises coming from inside.

And if usually u feel disgusted and continue walking, recently the ship stopped by on some weird planet that had half clotheted aliens whos... they werent humans obviously, he wont let u live a normal life, but they did have mamaries and they were full out. And since its been years of not touching yourself image of them been stuck in your head. U dont have a moment of peace with caretaking and helping moms in the medbay, so u ignore pit in ur lower stomach.

So now ur standing next to that door and focusing fully on the voices inside and palming urself through ur prisoner clothes(this set *just happened* to not show that much skin bc traxans tried to give u their clothes n... um... bikini r really cold in space). U dont recognize voice of the woman, neither do u recognize who hes fucking by sound of slamming her intp the desk - his voice is easier to recognize because hes keeps talking about getting that poor woman pregnant again. The high moans contrast with low growl viltrumute keeps vocalizing not letting her have even a moment of peace. Neithet can u.

Are u attracted to traxans? No. Since recently? Yes. Not much of a choice ya know? Only woman here have heaads of insects and its been at least two years since u last saw a human woman so even fantasizing them is hard. And only another human looking person is Thragg(not counting the kids, u are a sane person), and u hate him. For obvious reasons ur mind starts to ignore as u start fisting ur cock through the rough cloth, and ur mind focusing on his rough breathing to elevate urself even more.

"I waited enough," he growls, "I missed the feeling of these warm walls around me." He says too loud to be only for her to hear. "The den", as u call it, is the farthest room from medbay and closer to ur sleeping cell. Its like hes talking to u. Feeling makes u shiver and speed up just a bit, woman under u in ur head seems to lowered her voice too. Moans behind the door just get louder and yet they all just praise. "Oh monarch", "thank you monarch", "please dont stop!" U try to pretend its said to u out of ur ego. That its u making traxan moans and YOURE the monarch and not that undeserving bastard.

"Gonna pump you full of viltrumite cum and make you pray to me-h." Gods hes more vocal than usual, its almost hard to pretend that woman in ur fantasy looks traxan. Is ego dead? No. U hear them moving in the room with traxan giggling silly before getting almost throen on the bed and have that rod back inside her with loud yell. Sadly you dont notice yourself sounding in her voice, moaning quietly before finishing into your hand.

Your heartbeat is so loud, your hand is white and you dont think wiping it on equally white uniform will work how you want it to. You catch your breath, completely losing your mind. Good lord that was a thick load. Maybe not doing this a few years wasnt a good idea, u just got to your prime afterall! Argh... Now relooking on your fantasy maybe you shouldve stopped yourself when that womans body shifted into more masculine, more battleworn, more viltrumite than you'd like to admit.

You curse under your breath and sigh, is that how you find out you have stokholm syndrom? Like THAT? By jerking off to Thragg? Of all people? Fuck it, of all viltrumites you've met?? Gods, youre pathetic. You fix your clothes with one hand and start walking away from the door, mood fully ruined AGAIN. When you feel cold water coming from the faucet attached to the sink you consider doing this more often. Only because it cleared your mind, not because even imagining that hulking cliff of muscle squeezing you as both of you climax made you see stars not outside the window but behind your eyelids.

"I should throw myself into next meteor shower..." Your voice comes quietly, under your breath, just to be heard by you alone.

...

Okay, you are genuinely insane. Like, full stop insane. Viltrumite uniform made is such way that sweat simply doesnt appear, it was maxe in a way that lets air both cool you down and keep warmth in when you travel in space. But his cape isnt made that way. His cape is made out of fur of an almost immortal being that you documented him killing with his own hands before he kidnapped you. And you are sitting in the laundry room on the floor, breathing in alien sweat(u assume it is at least) mixed with blood of other aliens(weirdly sweet but still metalic).

The cape covers you fully from how much you try to squeeze yourself to stay hidden from the broken door on the end of stairs. Wherether because this ship was not fixed after years of use with short stops on random planets, or because he intentionally broke it - the door wouldnt close. And the urges you started feeling again, flared up when you saw the cape. It was enough to see this guy finally take it off in front of you, shove it into your arms with a command ringing in your ears to wash it - bc throwing it into the washing machine will destroy the washing machine - you just nodded and went down the stairs in the ship.

Your hand was wet with sweat, your face was warm from keeping yourself buried into the cape, and your legs shaking from another climax that just keep on happening purely because you cant stop yourself from indulging this. You dont know if viltrumites have super hearing, or superior sense of smell than you, but if you dont clean it up right now you migjt get in trouble. But you physically cant peel your hand way from your flesh.

One part of your mind, the one that didnt melt yet, tells you to finally get over yourself and wash up; while another wants you to put the cape on and start moaning that bastards name like traxans keep doing every night. On reflex you hit yourself back on the wall, finally finding self control to stop, letting go of yourself just to squeeze the white fur. You groan, biting into remains of Battle Beast, letting go of yourself. Look down on your, finally, relaxed legs and...

Good lord you need to do better because this... "Urgh...I need to wash my own things too now. I hate this so much..." Eyeroll comes naturally as you push yourself up the wall, holding onto cold metal and keep the cape on your front so it at least doesnt show that your pants are ruined.

Warm water in a huge bathtub runs down the white fur as you take off your own clothes. Naked, hard, and already irritated you keep rubbing on still fresh red and weird bluish spots as they leak into the water. You sit on your knees, rubbing in the soaps and some ointments viltrumite picked up on a stray planet - purely to take care of this cape btw - and you used right now. You get 3-in-1 and good luck, and his cape gets private bathroom and bunch of treatments and masks just to keep it pretty. And for who!? Traxans already love him, everyone else hates him, and Battle Beast considered a legend by most! This cape is just sentimental gift he gave himself.

You hand grabs on the lowest corner of the cape, warm and wet from being soaking in the water, and wrap it arouund your palm and start jerking on your cock again. You cant be too rude to his face, why not defile the cape he wears? Not like Battle Beast would judge, probably laugh at your desperation to feel control, but he wouldnt judge. Probably help you with this even. He would be cruel with it, dragging his claws up your thigh as he spills insults at your indestructability. How theres no scars no matter how much you fight. Fought. Youre not allowed to fight now.

You speed up, teasing your head with yur thumb and lean over the bathtub wall, hiding your eyes into your hand as you finish again. Shaking like a leaf as you look down, the white smudges over ther inside of the cape in not as noticeable way as you predicted. "Gods, i miss you." Putting the edge of the fur from out of your hand back into warm water and wipe away cum off your tip. Washing your hands and wipe away tears that appeared in the corners because its not the time. The faster youre done with this, the faster you can go back into your jailcell and pass out.

...

You hit your fist against a wall next to a dryer as youre waiting for the cape to return to its proper glory, the hits dont do much. Your clothes drying on a hanger as you keep staring into the corner of the room, wondering why so many rooms in this place so huge. But you cant wonder for long as you hear someone float over the ground, so you quickly pull your pants on your hips, water dripping from the bottom but you ignore it. Your expression stills into irritation before he can even open the door with a light foosh.

"Why is it taking so long?" Says a guy who lived for thousands of years already. You refuse to roll your eyes as you speak, staying seated in your place.

"The dryer wouldnt start, probably because i dont understand viltrumite. But hey look!" You pat the machine over its glass like it was big dog. "Its spinning. Which means i figured it out, so relax." Acting this flippant at the start of this whole ordeal would send you into cardiac arrest. But after a few years? Fuck him, and fuck his attitude.

"Very well..." He stared at the spinning circle for a while, but you ignore him looking around the bathroom like hes searching for something. "And what is going on with your clothes then?" You look down on yourself, it is your body.

"Got dirty while washing the cape." The fact that it wasnt with blood but with cum instead doesnt have to be mentioned. It doesnt matter. "Can you at least try to not dirty it?" Your voice full of sarcasm, matching his scowl with one of your own, not letting down a staring game. You arent overcompensating, you promise, you just down want to be found out. Even if youre barely hiding it.

He huffs, glaring at you up and down before turning away with loud thump on the floor. You throw your arms in different directions in exasperation, but cross them again when he looks back at you. It doesnt matter. He wants to act angrily, let him, its the only emotion that idiot has anyway. The image of him in bunny suit makes you choke on air.

...

When the cape is done drying, that took you whole day because of the whole... lion mane taking extra time to be dried with a hair fan. Its designited night now. You feel like you could find that den with eyes closed and only using the moans as navigator, to find it in 5 minutes. You exhale, already bracing yourself that you have to enter it and there 100% chance he wont stop when you knock on the door.

"Cape is done. Im coming in, please ignore me." You knock a few more times, still hearing him huffing and puffing as you enter, eyes closed as they turn to the side. You take a few steps in a random direction and put the cape on the manniequene modeled after him - egomaniac, you curse in your mind. When your hands are empty you notice that theres no female moans. First time in months. Last time it was this quiet, he was passed out.

They put your hand up, covering your eyes that keep trying to catch a glimpse of his naked(you assume) form. You know you gonna hate it, you it wont help you, and you know that if you escape no one will believe you. As much as self control you have, you still hear the noise of skin on skin as you walk back to the door into the hallway.

"Wait." You squeeze your eyes and exhale. His voice weirdly needy, not like he doesnt have full ship of his concubines.

"Melanyy is still in medbay since last time. Have anyone specific in your mind?" Melanyy was mother of those twins, you believe. Shes on the older side, almost 5 months now, with her kids causing more trouble than others as Thragg keeps spoiling them. Spoiling meaning, spending more time with them and letting them bully their siblings. Your voice casual, and eyes covered, hips turned towards the door because you do feel your blood moving lower than you'd prefer.

"Can you stop covering yourself when you come here? Its useless." You hear the chair creak and turn back towards the door, your free hand doesnt reach for the pad yet. Frozen in fear or... You can hear that heavy smell, the same from the cape. "I know you want to see me like this..." his voice gets lower in a way you feel shiver go up your spine.

"You have countless poor women on your beck n call and you talk like this to ME?" The palm over your eyes trembles, squeezing the temples uncomfortably as the urge to look rises when you feel warmth coming from behind you. The dent from your teeth as they bite down on your tongue to stay quiet.

"Because youre only one who knows." His voice quiet, but close. Uncomfortably so. "You know what i did and why. You know my actual plan for these... lesser beings you keep calling my children. And i know what you do when you think no one is looking." The feeling of a hand coming to the front of your pants and squeezing your length makes you open your eyes and stare down. "We both know you cant refuse me anymore. And I need something new." You shouldve thrown the whole ship into the meteor shower when you could.

.

But gods if hes big, like, unironicaly. "It wont fit." You warn and he attempts again before he feels nail digging into his skin. "Either turn around or im calling someone else to help you." You bite back before he can protest.

You didnt expect to sucessed, so he must've been desperate enough to comply. Oh gods his ass is so round. His thighs are toned and strung tight as he flexes them on, you assume, reflex. "Could i get... Can you talk? It feels awkward when its quiet." You say, your hands, like enchanted, reach to squeeze his hips. The muscle maleable under your palm. Warm and slick with sweat.

"The planet we were on seems to have had... arousing effect on me. I have not stopped thinking about having my way with people of that world, but i must focus on my goals no-owh." He squeezes on your digits when you push into bundle of nerves inside him.

"Oh, so youre human in that regard." Smirk creeps up on your lips as you see him glare over his shoulder. "I meant, im glad i know how to help your issues." Laughter dies in the back of your throat as you push second finger inside him just to push into the g spot and make him stumble over his words. "So on that planet..." You remind him the conversation for his own sake, you arent mean. Not fully at least. ;)

"Grrrrhh..." your fingers start to move, hard to tell as a punishment or as reward when you keep grinning like you've won. "It was umm much better than Earth, better people. They gave up the planet the moment they saw-www me. Trembling in place, something you seem to have unlearned." Voice shivering as you scissor his hole while he keeps slowing down his speech is like balm to your nerves. Finally, calmness you deserve. Even when insults and growls keep being thrown over his shoulder, his knuckles turning whiter and denting the bed frame as he stays in place.

He keeps talking like youre listening. Your free hand too focused to bringing you to the highest point just to release the outside pressure and return to fondling viltrumites thighs. So thick n needlesly powerful. Your nails digging into it and barely leaving half moon indents on his skin, you rub against them until his skin smooths out. You feel him tighten around new added finger inside him, viltrumute hisses loudly before grabbing your wrist. "Stop teasing."

"Since when are you so needy?" You laugh, as your wrist is rudely pulled away, the twictch catches your attentio n you bite down on your lower lip. "Okay okay, princess, ill do as you wish."

"Its monarch."

"Its ex-reagent, princess." You palm meets with his ass and you hear the loudest moan you heard from him in foreverr of listening in on his little 'project'. His face is even reder n you arent aure if its from embarrassment or anger. His hand grabs you on the back of your neck and pulls you closer, you dick presses against the red imprint of your hand.

"Im the one whos giving orders. Now do as youre told and fuck me, or im throwing you in space with nothing but your own tears to drink." He stares daggers into your pupils and grin on your lips just widens, his hips are as hard as stone but as warm as the sun.

"As you wish." He pushes your neck away and ypu can finally look down on the small-ish string of pre coating your head and viltrumites ass cheek. "You dont need yo be a bitch about it though." You push inside him, palms pulling the firm globes apart as his asshole eats you whole in single thrust.

Both of you bottoming out before you start a punishing pace, loud slaps of skin on skin with growls underyou n hitched breath in your throat. His ahs n nghs n these whines bouncing off the walls so loudly makes your brains melt a bit more every time. The sound of bed frame getting dented until theres visibly hand prints on the metal, viltrumites hips meeting yours while uncomfortably rubbing his own cock against the bedsheets.

You feel claustrophobic with how tightly youre welcomed inside the alien. How close he keeps you, n how he keeps sucking you in when you attempt to escape. Its addictive. Painfully so. Like if you pull out right now, your skin would be torn off. But gods, you cant stop slamming into him, insults tumbling from your mouth when you slap him again and again, digging your nails into the live handles that make your hands feel right at home.

When he squeezes you too badly you step back, the audible pop coming from between you two as he leans back into you for you just to leave. His head snaps back to look at your delirious expression. "Give me a moment. Hah... does...does this place even have water?" You take another step away to look at the desk with hopes to quench your thirst. You hear viltrumite growl again from getting left off before he even cums.

"You can drink later, step back here and finish the job!" You dont hear him stand up, when you turn to glance at him hes grabbing himself and sits down - his chest is the same size as the mini fridge in the den holy shit. The pecs look hypnotic, the sweat just adding to the pattern as it cascades down his chest hair, at least one he actually growing out.

"Oh shut up. You almost tore my dick off, give a guy a break will ya?" You sass him back before feeling yourself being thrown back on the bed before you reach the water bottle. Indescribable weight falls on your pelvis and you think you hear a crack. The sigh of relief that he lets out almost makes you deaf. Hes acting like theyre only two living beings on a whole ship. "Whore." You tease, your hands holding on his hips again as he starts bouncing on you.

"Shut up." His hand pushes down on your chest to balance himself on top of you, his hips keeping you in place so you cant escape, his other hand falls down to start jerking off.

"Oh nah! Thats cheating!" You hand moves to pull his fingers ofd himself and he shoots you a warning glare. But the heat of this hole situation makes your fear receptors to stop working as you grab wherether space his dick was coming out of. Thragg gasps roughly, his hand pushes you deeper into the bed. "You use it enough already! Let it rest!" Your fingers easily push inside him and he squeezes around them painfully.

His climax looks so good, the liquid coming out of him drips on your stomach, thick ropes coloring you and your hips. You yourself rut inside him a bit, trying to move him off yourself just to feel him sit down and keep you in place as he trobs around you, pulling climax out of you. You see wetness escape him, dripping down between your thighs. You exhale loudly, both taking a moment to catch their breath, eyes closed n silence falls between the two.

"We're not done yet." The gruff noise coming out of his throat makes your eyes open.

"Wow." Is the last normal words you say this night.

...

Next day you wake up to lack of oxygen and a clock screaming near your head, before someone turns it off for you. Light comes on command as clock stops, blasting into your eyelids. Arms around your torso sqeeze air out of your lungs and you hear tired murmur over your head saying that he'll handle wherether he was going to do...

Wait a minute.

Eyes open to see yourself being hugged like a body pillow, your body starts hurting from yesterday. "Eugh..." rubbing sleep off your mind, trying to piece together wgat was going on yesterday.

"Youre not allowed to leave." He says like nothings wrong.

"You broke the bed." He push his face away, attempting to pull away just to hear him growl at it.

"They'll fix it later." Viltrumites grip would break anyone else, not only on the ship, just anyone. But you just feel likes hes being iverbearing, your ribs dont crack at this n he would lie if he thought he didnt enjoy the thought. "You must remain in place."

"Fair enough." Sigh leaves you and you feel another wave of sleepiness attack you.

...........

//first time writing porn, dont judge me, u read it to this point, thats on u

//idk if i should write more of this au or not

[fernlessbastard]

this hc has been brewing in my mind since 2021, butt yeahhh enjoyy

wil loves smoking but hates the taste of alcohol. q loves drinking but hates smoking.

now some people might disagree, ive seen many fanart and such drawing them sharing a cig or doing shotguns but hear me out.

q hates the taste of alcohol, but he loves that it makes him blanks out from reality for a moment. wil hates the taste and how it burns in his throat, even if it does makw him forget his problems for a while he ddint find it worth it. hed always gag and spew it back out whenevr q offers him some, sometimes over dramatically to piss q off.

smoking brings memories to wil, thats how he relives them in his head. its more or less addiction than love, but it calms him down. q hates how the smoke would linger on his clothes and reeks his breath, he does smoke sometimes to remind himself of how much he hates it, but is never able to finish an entire stick and ended up giving the rest to wil if he was around.

theyd hooked up a couple of times, both in pogtopia and in las nevadas. most of the times theyd kiss, never soft and loving but out of desperation (pogtopia) or wanting to dominate the other (las nevadas). either way, wil had always tasted the same to q. smoke, and sometimws a little sweet, the taste of smoke is always there.

a few days before wil left for utah, they hooked up one last time (unknown to q that it was their last time). that was thwir last interaction before wil left without a goodbye. the last memory that q had of wil was the bitter taste of cigarettes.

and so, after wil left, he started smokimg again. and although it left him coughing and hacking for fresh air, he wants to relive the memory.

it was never the same, but he tried and tried again. each and everytime, it left his lungs burning and eyes prickling with tears from the smoke.

he hates smoking, but he loves wilbur.

this was supposed to be a funny hc, but then in took a turn lol :33

(may 2024)

I absofuckinglutely agree oh my god yes exactly

chapter 2 od IUTMTM actually deals with that topic and describes my feelings on it, but yeah no Quackity's drug of choice is alcohol, and it provides such a perfect angsty parallel to Schlatt too. He slips into alcoholism without realising in Las Nevadas. He's still functioning "normally", but uses alcohol in private to be able to quiet the storm inside his head, usually when he's trying to sleep. He doesn't like smoking, but starts to smoke because of Wilbur and after Wilbur's death he is properly addicted to it but more so to how it reminds him of Wilbur, rather than to the substance. The thing is, they were each other's unhealthy coping mechanism, and they still are. Quackity loves Wilbur, is basically the only one who sees him as a person etc, but he still has that subconscious idealised version of how Wilbur used to be able to help him just go on despite the horrors of his life.

(this also ties in with the fact that Q for sure has ADHD and alcohol does initially raise dopamine levels and while then it decreases the dopamine levels even more, it is still something that makes alcohol dangerously addictive to people with ADHD)

Meanwhile Wilbur doesn't like alcohol. Not the taste, not the effect all too much... He doesn't particularly mind it, though usually he just doesn't really go for it. Nicotine relax his muscles, which must be particularly appreciated post revival with his body being fucked up, but also generally as he becomes unstable

Also, an alcohol dependency is technically easier to hide, unless you're drinking right then and there. Yeah, it does affect your body odour a bit, but it's much easier to mask than cigarette smoke. Cigarettes leave a smell, and that fits Wilbur a lot—he doesn't hide the fact that he has issues. Narratively speaking, as he starts smoking he starts using his instability as an intimidation tool, basically. He wears it on his sleeve, he starts portraying himself as the bad guy, and smoking certainly adds to that aura, both with how it's viewed, as well as with how it "announces" itself

actually have the specific fragment under the cut, if someone here doesn't feel like reading the whole thing (though of course i very much encourage you read it):

“Do you have a light?” Wilbur took a lighter out of his pocket. Click. Quackity leaned towards the outstretched flame, which trembled slightly. Last they’d met he assumed emotions were the source of the hands’ unsteadiness, but maybe there was an actual issue there after all, unrelated to their argument. He felt an odd, vague sting around his stomach. Regardless, soon enough smoke was spilling out of his mouth, drowning the tingle in his chest in thoughts of pointless irony. He never even enjoyed smoking. The stench turned foul if not aired out or washed, the smoke made his mouth feel covered in hair, and it didn’t even have much of an effect other than some light-headedness—and even that disappeared quickly. He only engaged in it at parties, if at all… But then his lonely nights became not so lonely anymore, instead suddenly veiled in a thin curtain of smoke. And then he realised that a shared cigarette let him indirectly taste the lips which would then rant to him whenever it’d be his turn for a drag. And then Schlatt’s inquisitive, increasingly agitated comments about the lingering smell made him start smoking where others would see, for an easy explanation. And then Schlatt was finally gone. But so was the initial source of the smell. Convincing himself it was nicotine he was addicted to came easy. His lighter continued clicking, as he gradually learnt not to mind the tang which begrimed his throat. He scrubbed, washed, rinsed, brushed and cleaned in secrecy, having quickly memorised the disappointed looks on his lovers’ faces. He carried chewing gum, bathed in cologne, and covered his hair with a beanie, despite the change in his style. But he didn’t stop. He kept searching. Searching for an ember that’d feel half as warm as the ones in the ravine. For a scratch in his throat that’d itch half as much, as the one he felt when for the first time in forever the hands which held him didn’t make him want to rip his skin off. For a smell half as pungent as the one that used to paint a smile on his face in mere seconds. But there he was now, right next to the lure which pulled him into the habit in the first place. And the smoke still didn’t feel as vivid as the memories, which he’d already taught himself to disregard. He’d gotten over what happened between them. Letting go of his reverie he inhaled greedily, stepping closer to Wilbur and leaning against the pole next to him. Heads touching the cold metal, they stewed in shared smoke. “Well-” Quackity took a drag, “-wanna tell me to what I owe your visit?”

[steinbecks]

notes on penquan island

mako ONCE AGAIN projecting hardcore onto children who have (almost) no one and nothing and feels irrational but, well, entirely reasonable need to protect and look after them

mako remains TESTY AND BITCHY with bolin throughout the whole thing. good. ahahaha. i love it. GOOD.

bolin is the cook in the family which is pretty hilarious. the bit with the mustard is fun lol <3

no lin bei fong... thats okay i guess...

HE'S SO AWKWARD in the fire nation shop he cannot hold a normal conversation to save his life. he insists on being awkward. he MUST be awkward or else he'll die

mako being intimidated by hisa <3 GET HIM <3

bolin wanting to wear the traditional fire nation headdress is cute <3

I ignore all mako dating jokes. i do not see them. he is dating the radio operator or whoever the fuck and it's lowkey and stable and they're the most boring people alive. they like to go to the library and read. their favorite date night spot is d[rrrrrrrsf[fdfdsfhttttttttttttttt [SIGNAL LOST]

mako and bolin griefing about what his job is and how he feels about it..... must think. machinery is rusty. i think the "i need to protect people" angle is kinda lame and an oversimplification of his whole deal (i HATE the wu bodyguard plotline, i was never on board with OWL Mako headcanons) like it's not JUST that.......... like he says it's his "responsibility to look after people" but that's because you were forced into this role by circumstances and never gave yourself the choice to consider other options....... .sdkfjfljdf i like that bolin takes him to task like "don't protect me just be my brother"

"you shouldn't have to do that while you're just a kid yourself" oh okay how's your therapy going mako? bad? it's going bad because you'd rather eat glass than talk about your feelings ? that's okay. take your time. i'm sure this will have zero repercussions for any of your relationships

okay now the plot tweest

the plot twist that they're from a patriarchal conservative traditional fire nation town that won't let girls firebend is a LITTLE ODD given how it is directly contradicted by [checks notes] none other than azula so is it like... an attitude from BEFORE THE WAR? the idea that some guy would put out a hit on a woman who left the village just to punish her for leaving is a little outrageous for what we know about the world of avatar, although patriarchal attitudes are not strange (katara + waterbending in book 1: water) so she REALLY must have been some kind of dissident lol. like with a bit more juice (as always with legend of korra el oh el) this story is about a woman who advocated for change in her village and fled for her life to the safety of republic city when she pushed too hard against the status quo.

mako and naoki 🤝 "fuck fascism and fuck tyrants" in this sense i don't hate it lol. never forget he called bolin a bootlicker <3

the random mugging death was always a little overblown but i guess it was supposed to be like "look how dangerous republic city is" which this whole comic undermines. i should have written this comic btw. REGARDLESS i love that mako gets to be pissed off about how he and bolin ended up alone and homeless like GOOD!!!!! HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN ALLOWED TO BE BITTER AND CRANKY ABOUT THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

when he started crying i got so emotional i dropped the book and punched my pillow

[shadowlflightt]

FCK. OKAY. Last reblog, got me so bad. Oh no. okay.

Eggman has stuck sonic in a box before and he can do it again. But this time, with a goal other than simply keeping him out of his hair. One incentivized by a distinct lack of running wheel and other means of stimulation. the stimulation in question, being none other than Shadow th hedgehog, who finds himself stuck with sonic inside one very romantically furnished room.

The two glare into the camera after eggman finishes cackling his pre-meditated victory laughs and proudly guffawing over getting the two of them locked up together in here and the first place and, okay yeah that was pretty stupid of them.

Both hedgehogs look into the Camera from where Eggman watches them. Eyeing the fluffy, pink and purple bedding and romantically furnished room, more fit for a princess than a couple of prisoners, with confusion.

"Hey, what kind of a cage is this, Egghead?" Sonic asks, jabbing a thumb as the room.

Sonic and Shadow bicker with eggman for a bit, taunting him for his cliche choices in furnishings and colors. The heart shaped pillows with yes and no on them, the rose petals on the floor, silk sheets, and scented candles really arent subtle. But while Sonic and Shadow are going through every nook and cranny of their holding cell for weaknesses or holes, thy make the mistake of opening the closet across from the bed to find it filled to the brim with sex toys, whips, blindfolds, floggers, harnesses and restraints.

Sonic shuts it as quickly as he can, but theyre both awkward and red faced for a while afterwords.

Three hours of fruitless searching later, they lie on the carpet and stare up at the ceiling together.

“Well, looks like we might be in here for a while.” Sonic says with a yawn. “At least

"Well at least eggmans too stupid to realize we're both boys. Even if we did try and boink, its not like eithe rof us is getting pregnant anytime soon"

". . .Right." Shadow says, warily after some time.

"Shadow.." Sonic says, sitting up and staring at him suspiciously.

“. . .” Shadow says nothing, just turns over onto his side and lets his gaze slide farther down the wall.

When shadow doesn't answer, chewing his lip where sonic cant see, Sonic goes. "Oh god. Have you secretly been a girl all this time?!"

And that, of course, is just enough stupidity to enrage shadow into rolling back up into a sit to bark a harsh and quick "Of course not!" at him.

"Well then why are you getting so cagey about it?!"

"Because I’m still capable of creating offspring with you! With anyone, for that matter." shadow snapped, his face flushing a bit at his outburst.

And sonics eyes go wide.

Shadow tsks and turns away, cheeks coloring further.

Maybe eggman knew more about them than Sonic gave him credit for.

"If you start treating me like some meek fragile woman after this, I'll kill you."

"Wait wait wait hold up. Rewind. You… can reproduce with me, even though youre still a boy?"

Shadow rolled his eyes as hard as he possibly could. "You are such an ignorant fool, I could blast miles of chaos energy to choke you to death."

"Hey, just because I didn't know that you were secretly harbouring some cool chaos control baby making abilities doesnt mean I'm dumb. How was I supposed to know that was even possible?!"

"For fucks sake-- Must I spell everything out for you?"

"Yes. Thats literally what ive been asking you to do this whole time."

"There are several species on of your own homeland that posses both more than one, or soemtimes both means of sexual reproduction. I'm no rarity. "

"Huh. I never knew. Wait you can do What Now?!"

Shadow sighed, long and suffering. Pulling his knees to his chest. "This wasnt exactly information I was planning on telling anyone."

And it was understandbale. Even sonic didnt need to be told why shadow the hedgehog, of all people, wasnt exactly loud and proud with this.

"Look man. Under normal circumstances, there is no way I'd ever, EVER, not in a million years, be interrogating anybody on their baby making skills. But if we can't find a way outta here in time, and eggman decides to do something we dont exactly see coming, well. I'm gonna need to know what the risks are here."

Shadow gave him a long, pondering look. Sitting in silence for a long moment.

"As you know, professor Gerald robotnik designed me to be a weapon. The Ultimate lifeform, to be used by G.U.N. as they saw fit. Eventually G.U.N. themselves deemed my existence too great of a risk, and sought to contain me for fear I would not be sufficiently under their control. That I would be too powerful. Too much of a risk."

Sonic gave single nod, showing he was following. Resisting the urge to scoot a little closer to Shadow.

"One of the deciding factors in their decision was Gerald Robotniks choice of implemented sex organs." Shadow gave a weary sigh, completely breaking his gaze off from Sonics.

"Apparantly GUN did not like the idea of me having the ability to reproduce at all. Deeming the possibility of creating more than one immortal, all powerful entity too great a risk. But gerald was adamant, that if he made life, he would make sure to give that life as much freedom and opportnity as anyone else."

And, agsinst his own expectations, Sonic heard rage come through his voice before he realized it was happening. "Youre telling me, they killed your family and imprisoned you for 50 years… because Gerald wanted to give you the choice to make a family?!"

And Shadows gaze dirfts back to him in something soft and surprised. but he stays collected, and says. "Yes."

And sonic stands up and grits his teeth and lets out an honest to god growl and has to go on a fucking rant or do something or punch eggmans stupid heart shaped yes or no pillows to let out the rage

"Thats-- Thats! Thats fucking sick! what the fuck!!"

and shadow isnt used to angry being angry for him before, the sight strangely comforting.

"Im sorry but man that is so. Fcked up!! Gerald was right, you DO deserve to be able to have that chance and live your life the way anyone else might want to, Fuck that shit! AUGH!!! i CANT BELIEVE!!!"

And shadow has to let him get it out but once sonics done, shadow goes "Thank you." All glad and respectful and there isnt any windows but sonic feels like the sun is shining into his eyes too much and has to look away. "Ah, uh. yeah man. Of course!" Hands on his hips.

"So, what exactly did gerald.. give you?" Sonic says.

"A lot. I am capable of several methods of reproduction, both sexual and nonsexual." Shadow starts. "The asexual reproduction methods are taken from the black arms heritage I posses. But the sexual ones, are directly taken from both Mobians genders."

"Which means…"

"I have the ability to both fertilize eggs, as well as carry a baby to term."

Sonics eyes blew wide, again.

"You can get pregnant?!"

"It's not exactly something I've tried to do before, but yes."

"Oh man." sonic groaned. "So he wants me… to…"

"Yes." Shadow looked to the ground, crossing his arms.

Sonic hid his face. "guess we'll have to think of some ways to keep each other apart, in the case that Eggman tries something weird."

"mm."

After a long pause.

"So uh. Do you mind if i ask… uh,"

"Just spit it out already."

"okay okay. I just. How do you… If Eggman did, somehow, make us wanna… yknow. How exactly would he-- Would i…"

"I possess both sets of genitals, as well as a womb."

"Woah."

idk idk. takes this and immediately makes new fic out of it. resists the urge to not update current fics in favor of this.

Eventually eggman WOULD release some dumb horny pheromoan into the air that'd make one or both of them desperate and deranged enough to do it, but there'd be such a good feefees build up to that to get there.

And then even more when they snap out of that and shadow is, of course, freshly pregnant. and both of them are just kind of ashamed and mortified esp since they dont really feel as bad about it as they shouldve.

Shadow more or less imeddiately quells sonics guilt by telling him he enjoyed it, even if he isnt exactly looking forward to this pregnancy which. Is incredibly brave and sweet of him to do, going as far as to hint or outright subtly incline that hes got feelings for sonic already-- Just to comfort him.

and it probably helps sonic not feel like a fucking monster and it works and the least he can do is actually confront shadows feelings on it. Telling him hes gonna get them outta there and whatever happens, he'll spport shadow no matter what.

And god then theyd probably end up inevitably falling in love.

Shadow eventually gets a test that turns out positive, because of course it does,

And as the two of them go stir crazy and fall in love in that stupid little room together, they probably end up having sex again. If not because its nice then because theyr eboth pent up and its not like shadows gonna get more pregnant than he is already-- And its just a mtter of time from there before Sonic tips into his own stupid confession. Scared as always of romance more than anything else.

[animemensblog]

Invisible

Gojo x gn!reader

Summary: what happens when Gojo meets someone who is immune to his six eyes?

No warnings :)

It was a hot day, sun beaming down and causing sweat to build along your hairline. Your headphones weren't helping with the soft muff cupping your ear and rubbing against your skin. Although it's tolerable in the shade, that means nothing when you decided today all your errands would be done by walking or train.

As you turn the corner you notice a small convenient store with a huge sign advertising 'buy one get one' on all cold items during the summer. The choices were clear; spend more money to cool off or finish walking home and die the second you enter your no ac apartment.

When you opened the store door you could feel the vibration of the bell and a faint ringing that seemed to last forever. Your feet were sore but weren't dragging, they almost felt like they were floating. You reach down in the fridge, grabbing water and a juice. The condensation quickly dripped off your hands and onto the ground, as the drop falls it splatters and hits your leg.

You stare at the water dropping towards your ankle, soaking a part of your sock. It quickly becomes uncomfortable, and what better way to ignore it other than changing your playlist?

You start shuffling to the counter, standing behind a tall white haired man waiting in line. As it moves forward, you can hear the cashier and the customer talking very loudly. As if their heads are against your chest and yelling into it, the vibrating and thumping echoed in your lungs and stomach.

As you click on a new song, an awkward laugh in front of you erupts, shortly after the stranger turned around and hit you. His arms had swung and threw you to the ground, along with your drinks and phone which managed to disappear. When you look up he's standing there, staring like he saw a ghost, his eyes were blown wide and his mouth partially agape.

At first, you thought he was just shocked. I mean, wouldn't you be if you hit someone to the ground? Then, you noticed your shorts slid down your thighs, revealing the rather brightly colored underwear peaking through. Your legs shut as you stand up, giving him a nasty glare and a meek "pervert".

Gojo on the other hand can't grasp how he didn't notice you, or even hear you behind him. His six eyes are supposed to help him, right? So how did he miss you approaching, standing there for minutes and managed to throw you to the ground? It didn't make sense.

"I'm not a pervert" Gojo says as he follows you around the store

"Your stalking says otherwise"

His pace picks up so he's less than a foot behind you, "ha! I bet you wish that's what I was doing!" He says, striking a small pose in hopes you'd notice. "Really, I just want to make sure you're ok-"

You turn around, almost chest to chest. Usually he'd be excited someone so pretty came so close but that look said maybe he shouldn't be happy. "Leave me alone" you spit before going back to searching, he watches as you turn into the isle to the right and follows.

"I can help you, ya know! I've been told my sight is the best" he boasts, turning into the isle he saw you go into.

"Really? Because you didn't see me at all before" you mumble behind him, once again he quickly turns around to find you kneeling.

"How are you doing that?" His tone had switched, it sounded like he was worried, concerned. Almost upset.

"Kneeling?" You question

"No! That's not what-" He shakes his head and sighs, they're just a normal person he thinks to himself. "Nevermind" he sighs again, then went back to looking for your drinks.

You think finally, he's gonna leave me alone. Thats until he's yelling for you from another isle, "ohhh strangerrrr!" He says dramatically, "I found your drinksss!" You can see him waving his lanky arms over the shelving.

"Most annoying man I've ever met, and I've known him less than an hour. This is some bullshit for an already bullshit day.." you continue mumbling as you almost stomp to the other side.

When you turn the corner, he's still waving his arms. He truly looked ridiculous with that big ass smile, jumping up and down like he's done the impossible. You sharply inhale before getting a running start- if he isn't going to acknowledge you when you're in the same isle, you'll just have to get it back on your own.

Despite how loud the impact of your feet was, to everyone else they were silent like paper landing completely flat on tile floor. You jump up as soon as he comes down and yank the bottles from his hands then landing before you hit the fridges. The only sound anyone else heard was you landing- the running, deep breaths and mumbling had gone unnoticed.

For a third time, the Gojo Satoru couldn't see or hear you. You. A normal person he just happened to run into while he was picking up snacks for himself, Geto and Shoko.

"You're quite annoying, you know that?" You ask as you make your way back down the isle towards the counter. Gojo doesn't realize when he started walking, gravity was just pulling him towards you. It was screaming that he needed to know who you are, how you operate, every detail a human can possibly know about themselves. More specifically, he wants to know if you're good or bad, if you're loyal or untrustworthy, if you're single or taken.

He marches up beside you with (and you hate to admit it) a charming and bright smile. He nudges your hands out of the way and pays the cashier, then turns to you and only gives you one of the bottles.

"You can have the other one later!" He says smuggly before snatching his receipt from the guys hand.

"You're a cute couple" the worker says.

"What? Ew no" you argue while leaving Gojo at the counter. He's embarrassed to say the least and only shrugs as he follows you, again.

He silently, and blindly, followed you halfway back to your apartment before you turned around to acknowledge him. "Are you actually a stalker or something?" He takes a step closer to hover over you, placing a tiny flick to your forehead.

"How are you going to hear my answer if you're wearing those headphones?" He softly asks

"I can hear perfectly fine, unlike you." Your eyes narrow at him and he chuckles. That gentle laugh has your heart skipping a beat or two.

He hums as he opens your water and takes a gulp. "Hey! That's mine you creep" you say as you try to grab it.

"I'm not a creep!" He laughs, raising his arm above his head.

"You wouldn't be following me if you weren't" you say inbetween jumps.

He once again avoids the question, this time by walking around you. "Where we heading?" He asks

"I'm heading home, you're leaving me alone."

"Aw why can't I come?" He pouts, you scoff at him while you cross the street.

"Isn't it obvious? You're a strange man following me like a lost puppy. Of course you don't belong in my house."

"But I want to go!" Gojo whines

"Why?"

Why does he want to, he wonders, is there even an appropriate answer?

"I wanna know you" he mumbles as he looks down at you, waiting to see your reaction. He imagined it as cute, sweet maybe, instead your eyebrows are furrowed and you looked mad. And yet, you let him follow you. In silence, of course.

Your mom did say make friends. I mean, she never said bring strangers into your home, especially when they borderline harassed you. But you can't shake him off, plus he's seems nice? However nice someone can be after bothering and assaulting you.

You turn onto your street and stop, "how do I know you're not going to hurt me?" Your voice sounded weak to him, even softer than when you called him a pervert earlier.

"Why would I hurt you?"

"Why would you wanna get to know me?"

He chuckles, "why wouldn't I?"

You wanted to gag. What was this, a love sitcom?

"I'll tell you what-" you take a deep breath, "I'll give you my number and if I decide you're not a creep, or a pervert or a stalker, or-"

"I get it" he says as he rubs the back of his neck

"If I somehow decide you're not any of those things, I guess we can hangout."

"Hangout?! It'd be a date!"

You pull out a pen from your bag and grab his arm, "Just because you're not a disgusting man, doesn't mean I'll go out with you. It just means you can get to know me, like you said."

"Yeahh but I meant like I'd take you out to dinner or something."

"Then tell me that." you chuckle, a sound that was music to his ears.

"I'd like to take you out to dinner, or something."

"You're weird" you laugh and walk away, when you hear him following you shooed him away and disappeared down a small alley.

When Gojo looks down at his arm, ready to immediately put it in his phone, he sees '9-1-1' and "get help <3" written.

[bloogers-boogers]

~Marriage au~ (part two)

So, I was drawing this post when the idea strikes me kabdksdhsls and now it’s a thing.

We all know the whole idea of Adam becoming a sinner, well that’s basically the start of the story. He becomes a sinner, he gets in the hotel, he manages to make a deal with Lucifer in exchange of his soul, BUT, that’s like way after. Why? Because in this au Adam soul was trapped to some random overlord, no, it’s not Alastor, Vox or Valentino. It’s somebody else just as powerful. The whole reason Adam gave his soul to him wasn’t outta free will, it was because this demon in peculiar has this ability to make people do things they don’t want to do (hypnosis?? Idk similar to Vox ig), which Adam was a victim of. He made Adam “willingly” exchange his soul for an offer. This was before he managed to get to the hotel. So now he’s trapped to this guy.

The only ones who can see Adam being chained are demons that are also on a leash that includes Alastor. And this is how Lucifer found out about it because he overheard Alastor taunt Adam about it with very subtle words but Lucifer caught on immediately.

Which is where the plot begins.

Lucifer takes Adam aside and starts making a huge deal about it which Adam refused to admit it was even true.

Somehow in the long run Lucifer managed to get Adam to blurt out the truth after many attempts to gain his trust or at least make Adam accept his help (didn’t take long tbh, kinda like 2 hours after the confrontation).

So they both went to talk to the demon who owned Adam and Lucifer wasn’t planning on leaving there until he managed to have Adam’s soul free. The bad thing was that this overlord was quite power hungry and the fact that the KING of hell seemed desperate for this soul alone was an opportunity he couldn’t let down (he kinda figured being the first man his soul would be priceless in comparison to other sinners which is why he caught him in the first place but he wouldn’t have guessed that King Morningstar would want it after the battle they had it was shown those two didn’t get along.) but anyways.

So he offered Adam’s soul for the exchange of Lucifer giving up on the throne which was laughable. Lucifer denied, obviously, and Adam just kinda accepted defeat. But Lucifer didn’t give up on that, they tried other methods from ancient scrolls to old rituals but nothing worked to set Adam’s soul free. Lucifer didn’t want to resort to this but he had no other choice by the looks of it. A soul contract is a very powerful thing which is why it’s almost unbreakable, but he was the king of hell. He had an immense power that COULD break a soul contract. But thats only if…

Adam spiritually gives himself to Lucifer in marriage in a holy union. Aka upon the eyes of God.

Which of course this is beyond breaking everything Lucifer stands for and his pride.

So this is where their deal commenced.

“Adam I will set you free, I will put my faith in God again to break that contract, my union with Lilith; everything I fought so hard to keep. I will sacrifice it all, myself, just for you to receive freedom again. But the only thing I ask for in exchange is your soul.”

“Seriously?! After literally everything we did to get myself free from that asshole you’re gonna get my soul stuck to you seconds after?! Speak of the fucking devil.”

“Adam for the love of my damn father! I’m literally sacrificing my marriage, connecting with my dad, throwing my pride away. Literally fucking marrying you! For a whole damn year! for your selfish underserving ass! I must get something back for it. Take it or leave it.”

Adam thought for a bit before shrugging. Yeah, it was a bitch, but it was unlikely for Lucifer to do something that bad when Charlie is involved in Adam’s self growth as a person.

“Okay. Deal,” he extends his hand towards Lucifer assuming it was a normal type of deal and the devil sigh.

Unfortunately for them, a holy marriage is supposed to be set in the tradicional terms.

He summoned a box with a golden serpent ring and kneeled down swallowing his pride and accepting Adam as his spouse.

“Adam, would you, the first man accept me; King Lucifer Morningstar as your faithful and loyal husband?”

This startled Adam of course, cause what the fuck was Lucifer doing.

Adam huffed incredulous, “Loyal I doubt it.”

Lucifer tsk sourly already regretting this but held it in. That could wait after their stupid church wedding.

“But sure, whatever…” Adam blushed embarrassed by the whole thing (after all he never experienced something like this before, a marriage proposal; considering he was already born married or given wives), offering his hand while Lucifer looked up a bit before his gaze fell back down to Adam’s fingers and gently slid the ring on his wedding finger.

Suddenly Lucifer and Adam appear in a church house with the grim reaper as their priest and the wedding begins.

“In the name of God, I, Lucifer Morningstar, take you, Adam, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. This is my solemn vow."

Adam blushed some more, he wasn’t sure why he was being an emotional bitch about it when all of this wasn’t entirely willing but still, he was actually experiencing a wedding in the point of view of a groom.

Adam wasn’t sure what to say but to replicate Lucifer’s vows.

“In the name of God, I, Adam, take you, Lucifer Morninstar, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. This is my solemn vow."

Lucifer bit his lip, feeling unsure all of a sudden. Was he really gonna do this just for Adam? He looked at his wedding band; the memories, the only thing he had left linked to Lilith. Once he accepts Adam as his, his ring would evaporate and his soul would forever be bounded to Adam.

He winced his eyes shut letting the reaper finish the ceremony.

“So I will repeat this again, in case someone is already rethinking this and wants to flee to the nearest exit which is right at the left end,” the grim reaper side eyes Lucifer, “Do you Lucifer Morningstar accept Adam to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“Do you Adam accept Lucifer Morningstar to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I-“

Adam also had his own doubts, his promises to Eve, the connection he once had for her, the faithful and love for the mother of his children. All of that smacked him in the face with each passing second of the ceremony. He hasn’t even thought of Eve in so long.

“I do.”

The reaper gestures Lucifer to give his ring.

Lucifer winced harder feeling a tear wanting to slip out as he starts.

“Adam, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,” he slid the ring on Adam. Already sensing the ring that belonged to Lilith turning into dust as he stepped back, falling off his fingers ready to be replaced with Adam’s. Shit.

Adam was given a ring to place it on Lucifer’s wedding finger. He gulped, awkwardly getting ready for his part.

“Lucifer, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,” he places it on Lucifer’s finger, sealing their bound.

They both watched as the gold of their rings brightened and tightened in their skin.

“I here by declare you; Lucifer Morningstar and Adam Morningstar: king and king consort of hell. You may kiss the groom.”

Adam flinched disgusted, Lucifer cringed while swallowing and mustering the courage to peck Adam quickly.

And that sealed it. In the eyes of the holy spirit they were married. The holy light washed over them as the church bells rang announcing their strong union. Adam’s contract with the overlord broke as the power of their holy union broke it.

After Adam’s little scene of being set free from his contract was done, everything vanished and suddenly they were at a hotel room, lighted by candles and seductive music.

They both looked around, Adam confused, Lucifer just startled by the abruptness.

“Yeah. This is where things get awkward,” Lucifer admitted.

So a week passes and they act like all of that never happened. Everyone at the HOTEL was oblivious of the whole thing but eventually the news spreads around and Charlie finds out from a sinner.

“King Morningstar! Congratulations for your beautiful groom,” he then bows at both Adam and Lucifer.

Lucifer tenses when it happens and notices Charlie’s odd stare.

“I don’t know what he’s talking about, haha, he must be a little cookoo,” he swirls his finger next to his head, nervous. Adam just face palms by how awful Lucifer is at lying.

Of course Charlie doesn’t seem to believe his bullshit so Lucifer quits it.

“Okay, it’s not what you think and it’s absolutely TEMPORARY,” he explains in a quickly fashion, “Adam was trapped, I offered my help, the guy wanted the throne I denied. Only method to get Adam free was something more powerful than a soul contract and that was a holy marriage. And now, we’re married. Temporarily.”

Somehow, and as weird as it was, Charlie and the rest kinda swept it udder a rug. So the whole incident was kinda not a big deal (bc it’s not legit if they don’t actually like each other, still weird tho), both acted like normal and normally they’d just tried laughing off any comments about their marriage. Until it actually becomes a big deal.

When Lucifer starts feeling awkward or annoyed when someone approaches Adam with all intentions on trying to fuck him.

“AHAHA! Wowie! How fun, now get your filthy hands off my husband.”

And everytime Adam would question that, Lucifer would shrug it off as.

“I have to keep the part.”

You can imagine the drama, mix and confusing feelings and new found jealousy. And all of that in this.

So yeah. Thats the au 😭

[tmasc-confessions]

I think im scared to transition because i think that if i get too close to manhood im going to loose all my friends. Ive been on the receiving end of many a „all men suck- except for you youre fine“ like thats supposed to make me feel better, do you genuinely think all men suck or do you see me as a man you cant have it both ways. I think it doesnt help that i originally came out as non binary so i think a lot of people saw me coming out the second time as just a pronoun shift when its like No im a guy and i want to be treated like one please.

And then its also stuff like the whole „man vs bear“ thing and i dont mean to discount anyones experinces or anything or talk over anyone, there were people who were taking it so seriously and couldnt seem to grasp the concept that saying „i would rather be lost in the woods with a bear than you“ could possibly be hurtful even if its meant as a joke. And when most of the affirmations of your manhood come from being „jokingly“ accused of misogyny, i say i like the male form of a pokemon more than the female form i get called a misogynist, i accidentally interrupt someone in conversation and get made fun of for „talking over women“ but if i turn around and make that exact kind of joke back at them they look at me confused and act like that couldnt possibly be a joke. it makes it feel like that must be how they actually see me and if i dare to actively reenforce my own masculinity then i will be by proxy reenforcing those ideas about me and prove to people they must be true. I dont really know how to resolve this and if its just something ill have to accept

Transition should be for yourself, not for others. If you don't feel okay transitioning under those circumstances then that's your choice.

However, keep in mind that if and when you do transition, there will always be people out there who will Be Normal about it. It just might be a little hard to find them, but I promise, they're there. :)

[sirwadewilsonfromimgur]

Deadpool and Wolverine KCAU Christmas Special

Part 2

Authors note: This part of the story has been broken up into chapters to make it an easier read and more manageable for me... fair warning, this is 2065. It's an adult Dr. James Wilson story which as you may or may not know, unless you've read my other stuff, is a Marvel and House MD crosover-vers... So come play with me in my sandbox.

New Jersey Earth-10005

Christmas time 2065

Chapter 1

It was the week before Christmas, Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital dosn't stop working for holidays. James was already having a shit day as he walked in to his office... his friend Gregory house was behind his desk, likely waiting for him or hiding from someone. You never really knew... he was on the phone with someone.

I know right, its crazy how... oh, he just walked in.

Who are you on the phone with?

Your sister Ellie, fun gal. We were just discussing your high-school years. She called for you, but I was already here so I took the call for you...

God damn it! Give me the phone...

Hello.

Hello James, your friend Greg is hilarious, I hope no one ever pays me to kill him...

Why do you always say creepy shit like that, Ellie. Can't anyone in this damn family have a normal phone conversation?

Oh, we sound a little testy today. I'll cut to the chaise... Dad wants all of us home for Christmas this year. Including you and Laura. He wants to do a whole thing... your presence... is not optional thos year. I'll see you on Monday.

Ellie thats fucking ridiculous.

I am busy. People don't stop getting sick just because it's December. I'm a doctor. i can't just take a week off without notice... I know that's a hard concept since you decided to make it your vocation to put people in hospitals or worse.

Or worse cost extra, but that's besides the point...We all make choices, little brother.

The question is, are you prepared to deal with the consequences...

You can get in the jet dad will 100% send on Monday, fly home for the week willingly

Or....

Deal with Laura when she comes to collect you along with her entourage of Xmen... I'm sure the hospital staff will love that.

I don't think they're in the business of kidnapping doctors. Laura wouldn't do that even for dad.

Well, I would... and I'll bring all my favorite armed thugs to help... Or I suppose we could do christmas in New Jersey. As long as we're all together. Right?

Eleanor... you're a bitch.

Love you too, James... oh... and don't be surprised if dad hasn't already called that Cuddy Lady...

My Boss!

You know dad, I told him you'd tell me you're busy... so he was likely proactive. She is either terrified or the proud recipient of some large donation oooor "porque no los dos" as Laura would say.

James hung up the phone. He knew Ellie was serious, when Wade Wilson set his mind to it, he was focused and rarely didn't achieve his goals... a admirable trait. Until a gang of paramilitary goons show up to kidnap you so you don't miss traditional christmas eve lasagna.

-Cut to Wilson in Cuddys office-

He'd explained to her the situation... and she was well aware of the consequences. Wilson's relationship with his father was almost as crazy as his relationship with House...

She recalled a time before she was Dean of medicine. When Wade found out Wilson had received a mediocre review... he'd used his considerable influence and threats of violence to have the accreditation board threaten to pull certification from the hospital until it was remedied...

that's actually how she got the position. The previous dean was regularly harassed any time he felt Wilson was slighted, and finally, he couldn't take it anymore and retired early... to Wilsons credit, he had no idea this was going on until Cuddy took the job. the previous dean was probably threatened into silence on the subject, too...

Cuddy was never one to be bullied and had come clean with James about all of his father's antics shortly after taking the position. Wade Wilson was dangerous, but she'd be damned if she'd let a mercenary tell her how to run a hospital

Wilson quickly put a stop to this behavior and added that Cuddy was a friend knowing that bare minimum his dad would be less threatening to one of "Kittens" friends.

She agreed to give him the week off despite late notice and the myriad of other HR and staffing problems associated with being short a doctor on one condition... he had to take Greg with him... she didn't have the time or patience to Deal with the illustrious Dr House without Wilson to help her.

By the time he'd gotten back to his office house hadn't really moved much... sitting behind Wilson's desk playing on his phone...

Don't you have a patient or something to attend to?

Actually, no... none worth my time anyway... Forman and the cute australian one can handle what is obviously subclinical measles with a secondary flu infection... vaccinate your kids... idiots.

Well, since you're not busy, I guess you'd be ok leaving early with me and packing for a trip... I'd like you to come to Kansas city with me for Christmas...

Kinda short notice to book a flight. he said suspiciously

it'll be a direct flight, Private... no TSA and probably a bottle of Dom Pérignon. he said this in a tone of playful temptation.

I thought you were Jewish?

On paper I am... I converted for Bonnie when we got married, House... you were there at the wedding... I told you this.

like I keep track of your current brand of imaginary friend that closely... I do remember that marriage ending because despite converting to Judaism, you couldn't get a grasp on the Seventh Commandment in particular

Ok, ouch.

That leads me to my next question. What makes you think I want to go with you to your weird families christmas?

Because if you don't... unless you get an interesting case soon, Cuddy said you'd be scheduled 12 hour shifts in the clinic every day next week.

Damn it...

I suppose I will go with you to the middle of bum fuck and flyover and enjoy a country christmas on the ranch with you... not like I have a choice, besides I've never really had the chance to get to know your parents. I drank so much at the last wedding. The only thing I remember of them is one of them wore a red mask... and the other looked like an angry Calvin Kline model.

Kansas City is an actual metropolitan. My parents live in a high rise, not on a ranch... and dad... can be kind of shy in large groups of people he doesn't know.

Well, since im not allowed to be unsupervised, there are worse places to be in December... like the clinic, holiday ailments are the worst. At least one person has an ornament shoved up their ass... But it beats the hell out of spending the holidays with my parents. You're lucky, really. My dad was a Marine constantly moving... or abandoning me with my grandmother.

Oh, are we playing this game? I was raised by a mentally unstable warlord with a gun fetish and his Victorian era husband the worlds grummpiest teddy bear who has knives in his hands and PTSD from the American Civil War.... and a grandmother who did more drugs than every member of the Rolling stones combined, and she liked to tell me wildly inappropriate stories... usually about my dad's banging, or how she was a sultry honey pot when she worked for MI6.

well, my grandmother beat me..

Jesus fine, you win.

on that note, Johns Hopkins didn't exactly have a good mutant biology program... if they're both genetically you parents shouldn't you *waves his hands in the air making mock magical gestures* have some power

I'm pretty sure my mutant ability is loving and tolerating reprobates and assholes.

It takes one to know one, James...

Our story ends here for now... the boys go home and pack for a week in Kansas City.

Wade had indeed arranged for a car to pick them up and take them to a private air strip where a Gulfstream G700 was waiting for them

Fancy!

Trust me, it gets old quick.

Link to Chapter 3

Silly photo shop for fun.

[neoheros]

dear rue, as an online person where we have no idea who each other are i just wanted to sit in ur askbox and Cry

i recently received an offer as a fulltime lecturer at a public uni, which i'm really happy and proud of myself and have accepted the offer. but ever since this news, my bf doesn't seem to be very supportive(?) he keeps remarking and making comments that bc i'm a young lecturer, students will be interested or give me attention(?) and i am gonna feed off their attention(?) and that my previous job is better for me bc i don't need to deal with as many people

am i crazy for feeling, out of all the things to think or say this is how you view things..? a year ago i jokingly said i want to try streaming my games, and he said i'd enjoy the male attention.

am i crazy for feeling like, why do you see me this way. i don't even do anything and i just stay home, blog, game, read and do work. i don't understand. even when i receive this offer that i feel like is monumental for my career, this is how you think of me instead of being happy..? i feel like i always need to shrink myself to be around him, somehow. when i play valorant i can't even comm with the team bc he says i like the attention.

like are you okay...

and i just shut up because he always tells me off that i talk back, or raise my voice at him or i give him attitude when i type. i literally dont...i speak very normally and am extra careful around him in tone, text, word choice etc (this is insane to type out btw)

it REALLY sucks because i do love him and we are planning to be married in 2 years-ish. however i'm at a point where i have so much hurt i'm really reconsidering how my life would wrap around this one man, who imo, sucks out all the peace in my life. and i HATE admitting that, i feel like a very watered down mummy around my partner and i'm trying to accept it (honestly, i don't have to. but we try a little more for love until we really cant right?)

so when i need positive thoughts i just think hmm at least kuroo would be super happy and would support me. and bc i was raised by delusions and fandom, it works well enough so far lmao

thank you for letting this stranger cry in ur askbox in going to watch sylus edits now

dearest anon,

thank you very much for confiding in me and telling me about your problems, i hope its okay to be answering this publicly like this, but when i got this ask i wanted to reply to it immediately to let you know that i was listening to whatever you say

first and foremost, getting the most important thing out of the way, congratulations on the job offer, that is wonderful news and im so very happy that this opportunity was given to you, im sure you mustve been amazing and skilled and wonderful to have been noticed and given this and im thrilled that its yours

secondly, im very sorry to hear that youre in this position with your partner. as a stranger on the internet, i hope its okay to give you some advice?

to be honest, from what youve told me, it sounds like hes very insecure and very scared of losing you to other people, its a horrible thing to keep implying that youre only doing things you like for the attention of others and even worse considering hes supposed to be thriving off of your successes regardless of whether or not that gains you attention from other people

i understand that you love him and you two must be very close to have formed such long lasting bonds, but it doesnt really sound like the happiness is there. sometimes we get so enveloped in trying to keep our relationships alive that we forget about ourselves too.

i think … you will be amazing at your new job and i am so very happy and thrilled and proud of you for this amazing step towards your very wonderful life. i also think in order to maintain this happiness for your very wonderful life you have to talk to him very sternly about what he makes you feel when he says these things to you and when things dont budge, thats when hard decisions need to be made

i am also just a stranger on your internet of course, but my dms are always open and this inbox too and wherever else on this earth it seems

youll always have my support!

proud of you dearly,

rue rue

[rustedlotus]

late night rambles ep. 1

i think about Redglare so often it's not even funny. no, she doesn't get much screen time. but thats part of the fun. i think it is so interesting that a legislacerator openly wears the symbol of rebellion because technically speaking the Signless, Disciple, Psiioniic, and the Dolorosa are criminals. i think her choice to wear that symbol deliberately says a lot about who she is. she doesn't ride hard for the empress, she believes in equality and that alone makes her very position in the story really interesting. if anything you could argue she rides hard for His Honorable Tyranny, but most likely because he is supposed to represent justice and he is who she is supposed to answer to. at the end of the day, Redglare has a job to do that's dictated by her caste and society, i think it's a bit shallow to limit her there though.

personally, i've always loved the headcanon that RG sneaks over to listen to sermons and is a passive part of the original movement, especially when you consider that she was born around the same time as the Signless, Psii, and Disciple. that being said, i despise the interpretation of her character that reduces her to some lapdog for the highbloods because i think it reduces her to an errand girl and leaves her high and dry in terms of complexity. the highbloods would not be all that fond of her realistically. even Mindfang, who is barely higher than her on the spectrum, looks down on her and reduces her to some "civil servant." speaking of our dear marquise, i love the interpretation that RG being the one sent after Mindfang was just a set up to have RG die because it just makes so much sense??? you have someone who is in a position of law enforcement wearing rebellious symbols while working for the people that very rebellion was fighting against. it makes every ounce of sense that the highbloods would want to get rid of her. the set up was also perfect considering mindfang's ability. i'm not sure how privy all of society was to said ability but i digress. as i've RPed RG throughout the years (nearing 10, HOLY) i have loved developing my interpretation of her through this lens. she is a hotshot novice with a big ass dragon and a burning yearn for justice. she is a bit naive in some things and fears deviating from where she feels the most useful. she is low enough on the spectrum to side with the rebels, yet high enough to get by. i have also always added details to my interpretation of her character insinuating that she helps the rebels from the inside. RPing with characters from Team Signless is always fun and i love developing my favorite crackship (psiiglare). my RG is snarky and witty, so rping with snarky psiis is always fun. i also like the mental image of psii getting someone to love on while signless and disciple are filling all of each other's quadrants.

(side note: once had a RP where psii and RG freed some slave ships and it made my heart so happy. back to the ramble.)

i also enjoy the angle of psii taking a bit to soften to her because he's just on such high alert that he doesnt wanna trust the fuckin law lady. which, fair tbh. (pls ask me about psiiglare i swear i'm normal about it).

all of this to say, i love redglare and in my heart theres more to her than fighting crime and dying at mindfang's hands.

[polarmary]

Rating MILGRAM shoes because- what are those?!

Inspired by a post I stumbled upon talking about Kotoko's T1 shoes I decided to go to check all of them and rate one by one both the drip and how pratical they are for a prison. (This is satire please guys don't cancel me over shoe opinions)

1-Haruka Sakurai T1 Shoes

Ok....bro has that psych ward drip. Honestly they look comfortable for a prison, I'll give him that. 7/10

T2 Shoes

He's not even wearing one of them- how did I never notice that. He clearly doesn't know how to tie the laces either but anyways, still comfortable and to be honest, I like the shoes. He loses points for not wearing one of them so- 7/10 (Mu teach this poor kid how to wear shoes pls)

2-Yuno Kashiki T1 Shoes

Typical school shoes, not bad but still boring, they also start to hurt after a while. I've seen how you dress girl, come on you can do better than this..... I'd say 4/10

T2 Shoes

(Why did she have to split her legs so much....have one of them) There was an upgrade i guess, it's more stylish but still uncomfortable to stand on for days on end in a prison. 4/10

3-Fuuta Kajiyama T1/T2 Shoes (man didn't even bother changing shoes)

What are these bulky ah shoes.....I'll give him the benefit of the doubt and say they must at least be comfortable since they look like sports shoes. (can we talk about those socks tho-) 6/10

4-Muu Kusunoki T1 Shoes

Ok first of all, who the fuck goes to a prison and wears high heels?! Like- out of everything you could wear, you use the LEAST comfortable or pratical choice possible?? She really said slaying first, comfort second alright..... 3/10 im not sorry

T2 Shoes

.......I'm not even going to say anything.......it got worse. 2/10

5-Shidou Kirisaki T1 Shoes

Uhm...ok grandpa shoes i guess.....still comfy tho. By themselves they don't look bad but with the actual fit- my guy what the fuck where you thinking.... 5/10

T2 Shoes

My guy really looked at Kotoko's T1 shoes and thought they looked cool. Still better than hers but thats for later. What on earth are even these tho, they are like crocs but with normal shoe soles??? He's clearly one of those guys that get dressed by their wives and can't do it by themselves because jesus.... 4/10?

6-Mahiru Shiina T1 Shoes

Ok, nails done, I see you. Grandma shoes mixed with platform shoes.....she's smol so I get it. They actually look comfy but what about winter girl- 7/10 No T2 because.....well....wheelchair (txs Kotoko)

7-Kazui Mukuhara T1 Shoes

What are these shoes, they have belts on the side?? thats a belt right- From the front they look like fisherman boots, what is this man wearing. At least they don't look uncomfortable. 6/10

T2 Shoes

Alright he got comfier, very solid. I'd wear those in prison, 9/10 great upgrade Dad!

8-Amane Momose T1/T2 Shoes (dam girl change a bit)

School shoes same as Yuno but this ones.....I've worn that and god do they fuck up your toes.....Is she ok? 3/10

9-Mikoto Kayano & John T1/ T2 Shoes

Ok my guy Vans i see you, he went for the comfy option but the color....could be better. 8/10 But can we take a moment to talk about how John can't tie shoe laces??

What is that- He's going to trip on that thing and fall face first on the floor. Those look one step away from unlacing.

And finally, the one that started it all,

10-Kotoko Yuzuriha T1 Shoes

(again, what are those socks) I don't even know what these are supposed to be?? Are these a normal version of those beach sandals or something?! They look ugly as hell (god that random ass circle on the side- it looks like a black and white pokeball tho) and uncomfortable too. 1/10 burn these things (you are lucky you are hot)

T2 Shoes

Now we are talking, the biggest glow up ever!! They are literally just military security boots, go off queen, slay (perferably not literally, we've seen that enough) Comfy, fashionable, she can step on me with those- wait what? 9/10

[trulyradicalactivist]

To be honest I feel kind of insecure of having transids for fun/that are of my own choice, I feel uncomfortable like I wont be accepted, I dont know why but probably because people constantly say 'trans(gender) isnt a choice' like ok i get it isnt for you, but dont speak on behalf of everyone, you're making me seem like I dont exist, Like I am transgender by choice I dont feel like I will be accepted for saying that and I just feel so insecure about it. I have some other transids I do for fun too. like transplural and transtherian (not really sure if that one is completely by choice) but I just feel so pressured into having dysphoria, Its important that as a community we accept everyone, Saying 'we didnt choose it' isnt the way to fight bigots, its 'we stand for everyone whether they chose it or not, they all deserve rights, and those of us who can, will not change for you.'

like being able to choose something doesnt automatically mean giving it up. I can choose if I want to be an astronaut too when I grow up, I wouldnt stop that just because someone told me not to.

Ive seen people say things like 'Transids are okay for fun' but i feel a little iffy around the topic of gender, like if I bring that/it up they might not think Transgender falls under a Transid? And I just generally feel weird about it.

I Just feel

I just feel weird even talking about it

Like arent my identities just for me? I generally dont know if I will be accepted in transid spaces by it, and thats a horrible feeling to not feel like you would be accepted by your own community

(I also kinda feel the LGBT wouldnt tolerate it, Ive been told 'one post like this and bigots say everyone is acting like this' as if im some kind of monster for acting like it, isnt transgender a desirable thing? isnt being a boy a desirable thing?)

It just feels so wrong, for them to say that

Is there any kind of term for this? (for choosing your gender/identity?) I've personally coined genderchoice .

Is there any/some kind of more mainstream community/group of people I might get to know that might help/relate to me

(Am I the first person in history for this?? lol. everywhere else seems so silent about choosing your gender.)

Dont Answer this next part: (I just want to say)

I May have just Misunderstood Identity as a whole (no offense to be)

Like Isn't identity supposed to be who YOU are?? like wdym someones forcing you to be trans, you DO identify as it, right?? like, identify as in feeling inside you and thinking you feel like that description of a boy/want to be it / desire that ...? Do they mean they wish they didnt have all the dysphoria pain suffering and that they could be normal?? do they mean that they wish bigots wouldnt hate on them for nothing?? seriously.

Because if something Inside this/them is genuinely forcing them fo be trans and they are MISERABLE because of it, get them some help!!

Also isnt that the whole point of trans that you can be something else then what you were assigned/forced to be at birth?? if you were assigned trans that would be kinda ruining the whole point ?? right .?

This is why, in all my arguments and debates, I always mention that people can choose. That sometimes it is a choice. That sometimes we can control how we feel and we choose to be someone else than what we were when we were created and given life.

I fully believe you should be able, if so inclined, to pick your own identity. That is what identity is for, to be who you really are, whether that be by choice or not. That is why we make term decisions and pick the labels we use.

I don't believe you are any less valid than I or anyone else for that matter. You are still who you say you are, even if who you say you are is more in your control that others. You are as deserving of my fight and my care as those who cannot choose.

Be confident in yourself. Don't back down from anything at all. You are still who you say you are. You will always be who you want to be. Even if there were people who wouldn't support you, or at least that's what you fear, there are many like you, and more who will support you.

If nothing else, you have a home in my fight and in my side of this community. I extend that to every person who is on the "wrong" side of what society considers normal.

I hope you have a good day.