#doll collecting woes

[kimberly-spirits13]

Moving In

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Warnings: None

Summary: a short Drabble on you convincing Jason to move in with you

Word Count: 963

Your house was a haven for Jason. It was somewhere where he could lay down and forget all his troubles or simply sit in silence and not be overwhelmed by the life outside of your front doors. Despite the occasional complaints he hears from you about the woes of homeowning, he sees no flaw in your home. You were well off from your job, able to buy a nice home in the same area that Wayne Manor sat. It wasn’t intentional, you had been living in this home before you knew Jason, and through the years you had completed various renovations and upgrades to make it reflect you. There was a garden in the backyard filled with your favorite flowers, a sizeable kitchen where Jason likes to spend most of his time, sunlight poured through the floor to ceiling windows, and a few additional rooms catered to your interests were settled between the walls of the home. Convincing Jason to move in was not a hard thing to do. He hated living in an apartment and hearing his neighbors talk or walk around in the middle of the night when he was trying to sleep. You and Jason also found that it was a hazard climbing into the windows during the waking hours of dawn after patrol. A few close calls meant that most of the time when you were out on patrol, you two went back to your place to crash. It’s easy to say that he was delighted when you offered to let him move in after a long week of patrols gone south. 

         “You know, you should ditch the apartment, Jay.” You were laying on top of his chest, legs sprawled out over his and blankets nearly covering your face.

         “Whatcha mean Doll?” He stopped combing his fingers through your hair and started twisting small loops into it with his fingers.

         “Come live with me. You always talk about hating living in the city anyways and you sleep better there.” 

         “It would make patrols easier.” He commented, “You’re not delirious right, you’d actually want me to live at your place?” There was a tone of insecurity in his voice like at any moment you’d tell him you were joking.

         “I am not delirious Jason.” You sat up and looked at him, “I have plenty of empty room that needs you to fill it.” “There’s plenty of room for your books in the library and you practically already live there. I’m pretty sure more than 60% of your things are already somewhere in the house.” “You could literally move in right now.” 

         “I would love to live with you.” He said smiling, “but I think we’d need to, you know, make sure everything is taken care of before I move out. My lease ends in a week and I’d need to pack everything up” 

         “We can get boxes tomorrow.” You said, “You can just start leaving things for the next week, plus, you don’t have to stay in the apartment even if your lease isn’t over.”

         That was exactly a week ago and Jason was ready to move into your place. He pulled into the space in your garage that was meant for him with boxes loaded in the back of his car. There weren’t many boxes in his trunk, but he had a few odds and ends that he couldn’t send to Goodwill or throwing away. Most of the contents of the boxes were his books, some old mugs and pictures, the clothes that weren’t already in your house, hygiene stuff from his place, and other knickknacks he had around. After a few seconds of collecting his thoughts, he looked up to see you coming into the garage from the side door into your house with a smile.

         You took his hand as he got out of the car and shut the door to walk to the trunk and start unloading. Taking a few boxes at a time, the two of you gradually unloaded everything and put it into the room connecting to the garage. It wasn’t going to take a long time for you two to unload everything, the most daunting thing to Jason was permanently invading your space. Taking the box filled with mugs, you opened the cabinet in the kitchen that kept all the mugs and started carefully putting them in like they were meant to be there. 

         “Hey doll, do you have a place you want all of this?” He asked timidly.        

         Usually moving in somewhere wasn’t a problem for him and he knew where everything was meant. He knew that you didn’t mind and just wanted him to be comfortable, but at the same time, Jason was afraid he would mess something up, make you regret letting him live with you.

         “You know you can put stuff wherever. I mean obviously shampoo and conditioner belong in the bathroom and dishes in the kitchen but Jay, this is your home, I don’t mind.” You said comfortably.

         Jason felt his heart swell at your words. This was his house now. You might have been there first, but you were telling him that this was allowed to be his home. Everything was perfect, nothing was popping Jason’s bubble now. 

         He set his stuff down and watched as you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. In a moment of silence, he ran his fingers through your hair and put his chin on the top of your head.

         “I’m glad you’re here now.” You said softly, “I hated when you had to leave.”          Jason held onto you tighter and lifted your chin with his finger, “I love you y/n/n. You’ve given me the best life I could have ever lived.”

         “I love you too Jay.” 

[octofaewrites]

Octofae’s Fic List™️

All of my works can be find here:

I write for a variety of fandoms, so here we go - fandoms include: Bleach, Pokémon, Winx Club, and a few others!

Bleach - IchiRuki

Series

Masaki Lives! AU

Bleach, but Masaki was the parent who lived instead of Isshin.

The Noodle Saga

Crack Series involving Ichigo pining away for Rukia while Renji is trying to protect his captain’s dignity. (He is terrible at it.)

The Mystery of the Rukongai Crater

Paranormal Investigators, but make it Hallmark!AU

Conversations with the Future In-Laws

Hypothetical scenarios where Ichigo & Rukia talk to their future in-laws.

IchiRuki Month

Collection of works for IchiRuki Month

IchiRuki Week

Collection of works for IchiRuki Week

Stand Alone Stories

Performance Review

Three Casual Acquaintances™️ start a podcast as they try to solve the mystery of the sudden death of a neighbor in their swanky apartment complex.

Operation Christmas Play

Ichigo is trying to be romantic and Urahara has the connections.

Bleach - Others

Ready, Set, Caw….?

Renji/Orihime - jokefic written for a friend! Two dingdongs try to make cookies and a random crow keeps trolling them.

Through space and time, my love belongs to you (Chapter 1)

GrimmIchiRuki - Rukia is getting married to Grimmjow and Ichigo is sad because he’s hopelessly in love with them both - his life is surely over… or is it?

This story is a multi-author, round-robin project for GIR weekend!

Other Writers: kleinegirl87, AiTsuki97, Mako_After_Dark, AriadneKurosaki

Pokémon -

Pokémon: Brilliant Diamond & Shining Pearl

Merry Mishaps

Dawn, Lucas and Berry decided to exchange presents. Their starters do a bad job of being helpful.

No pairings - Written for the Pokémon Winter Wonderland Zine 2023

Pokémon: Legends Arceus / Diamond/Pearl/Platinum - VoloKari

Series

Somewhere over the Sea

The Pirate AU that no one needed or asked for.

Conversations at the Company Water Cooler

Idiot coworkers in a situationship and too dumb to admit they’re dating.

Sweet Like Honey

Friends with Benefits™️ who are benefiting across Hisui.

As the World Falls Down

Angsty Soulmate AU, where I don’t let them be together.

Volokari Week

Collection of stories I did for Volokari Week 2023

Stand Alone Stories

Déjà Vu - I’ve just been in this Place Before

I want to be cool and do a reimagining of PL:A; I’m just not cool.

Time Won’t Fly (Dead Dove - MIND THE TAGS)

Akari not in a good place.

Doll (Dead Dove - MIND THE TAGS)

Akari is not having a good time. Set in BumbleTee’s Cop AU

When My World Shakes, I Feel Alive

Sweet conversation between Dawn/Volo after getting her drunk idiot roommates to bed.

Shopping is Serious Business

Crackfic. Volo’s real punishment for trying to subjugate Arceus is having to go shopping with his daughter and her equally high maintenance friend.

Pokémon: Scarlet & Violet - Arviana

Safe & Sound

Juliana is tired from her near death experiences and meeting ghosts and gets a much needed Arven-hug.

Sucker.

Arven can’t tell Ogerpon no.

Treasure

Arven reflects on how his family is his treasure

Paradise is Nothing but a Smile

Arviana Picnic Date!

And, maybe it was ego swinging

The AU where Turo pulled his head out of his ass and was a parent to Arven.

Home is Where the Heart Is

Juliana made it back from Blueberry Academy and is beyond glad to be reunited with Arven

Pokémon: Scarlet & Violet - Draymine

I created a Discord Server for Draymine, Arviana, and Kiercey - Other ships are welcome! It can be joined HERE - (18+ Please!)

Series

You are in Love

An on-going series featuring snapshots through Drayton and Carmine’s relationship.

Stand Alone Stories

Well, this is a choice

Jokefic - Kieran sees that Crispin has awful dragon claws for feet and Drayton and Carmine’s alone time keeps getting interrupted.

Elevator Woes, Smash Bros, and Mistletoe

Jokefic - Crispin is the only single guy in his friend group and the elevator rides of Blueberry Academy are long ones. Established Draymine and Kiercey in the background.

a lot to live without

Sometimes, life doesn't go the way one wants it to. TW: Major Character Death.

Pokémon: Scarlet & Violet - Kiercey

Kieran & Lacey.

Building a Home

Just a moment in a post-canon setting in which Kieran and Lacey are quite silly.

[sasster]

Consequences

Childhood woes. :)

[Doc]

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 "Please stand still," the young purple blood whispers to the three animated dolls sitting on the desk before him. "If he knows about you then he will want to hurt you."

All of the dolls turn their heads as if looking to face each other and then give him an understanding nod.

Just as he is able to scoop them into a drawer, the door to his room swings open. Standing in its place is a yellow blood, about a head taller than him, he scans the room over from his spot to see if there is anything different from the last time he'd been in it.

Luckily, Ailzea has become very good at concealing the things that are important to him.

When he is satisfied with the fact that there is nothing new, his gaze settles in on the purple blood at his desk.

He smiles.

"Father Roatus says you've been up here for too long," he starts, waving a clawed hand. "Thought that you'd like some company."

Ailzea says nothing at first, turning his attention back to a book on his desk. He thumbs through it idly for a moment.

"I am much happier when left to my own devices, Favion." 

Through his peripherals he watches as he moves deeper into the room.

"Are you? Bet that's when you smile."

"Smiling isn't the only way to show that someone is happy."

Favion hmms as he drops himself on the bed beside the desk.

"You'll be bored in here. I'm just going to keep reading."

"Just following the old man's orders. I can find a way to entertain myself."

Ailzea turns another page in the book, a sigh nearly parts his lips but he knows better than to display any level of annoyance to his childhood friend.

"Enjoy sitting in silence then." 

For a short while the pair does just that. They sit in silence together, Ailzea’s nose in a book and Favion busying himself with an old wooden brain teaser he found near the bed. His company is much preferred this way, when they can exist near each other the same way they did before the discovery of the former's powers.

The amicable silence dies quickly.

“Hey Ailzea, you always act like someone just died. Why are you always so serious?”

“Is morose not a better word?”

Favion sucks his teeth.

“Does it matter?”

“I’m just trying to broaden your vocabulary.”

“Appreciate it, O Great Reviver,” he retorts with mock irritation as he drops the brain teaser and focuses his attention on him again. “I think you could stand to have a little more fun is all.”

“Our definitions of fun are not the same, Favion.”

“Alright then. Give me your definition again.”

Ailzea says nothing for a moment, electing to first finish the page he was on before closing the book. Then he gestures broadly to the arrangement of books and puzzles that litter his desk. The small collection he has here pales in comparison to what was left behind at home when his ancestor came for him, the mostly empty shelves that line the wall of his room are a promise that the more he behaved and did what was asked of him then the more he will be rewarded.

“Yeah, yeah. You like reading.” The yellow blood muses dismissively as he gets up and brings himself over to the desk. Something else holds his attention. “Make anything new lately?”

“He does not approve when I do.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“The answer is implied.”

“Is it?” He asks, reaching across him to grab one of the two wood carvers tools that caught his attention. He twirls the rasp he swiped between his fore and middle fingers. “Making friends?”

“Of course not.” Ailzea’s voice is even.

“Of course not.” Favion echos in a mocking tone.

“I spent the morning using that rasp to bevel out the corners of the puzzle you love to fiddle with and complain about.”

“How thoughtful. And the blade?”

“To shave off splinters.”

Favion eyes him suspiciously for a moment, then he sets the rasp back down near the stack of books.

“How boring.”

“This is my definition of fun.” 

Favion meanders around behind Ailzea, gaze shifting to the bare shelves around the room. Being keenly aware of the vast collection of books the young necromancer used to keep, he knows better than anyone how cruel it is to have him surrounded by a reminder of what he no longer has. An empty room save for a bed would have been better than what he was given.

“Does it kill you being locked away in a room so empty that it suffocates?”

“Are you working on your villain speeches? It’s a bit heavy handed, my friend.”

He laughs in response.

“I do not need material objects to feel whole. I am happy with what I have,” the purple blood continues, gathering up the books and spare tools as he stands to put them back in their places. With his back to his visitor he carries on speaking. “It would serve me no purpose to mourn what I don’t have. As happy as that would make the two of you. I am content.”

Ailzea shelves the books first, arranging them by priority of what he wants to read next. Quiet settles between them quickly. Because he always picks up and drops conversations the way that he does, Favion’s sudden silence brings with it no cause for concern.

That is until the sound of drawers opening behind him hits his ears. Ailzea turns on his heels to face him.

“Ah, there we are,” Favion says as he opens the second drawer, hand hovering over it and eclipsing the view of the inside. He sits back in the chair.

“Favion please leave them alone.”

He reaches into the drawer and pulls one of the wooden figures out by the arm, dangling it between his thumb and forefinger before his eyes.

“Is it alive?” He asks, though he does not need the answer.

The dolls with life in them always move more loosely than the inanimate, even if they stay as still as they possibly can.

“Favion, please stop.”

Ailzea’s plea falls on deaf ears as Favion gives the doll a rather rough rattling. It looks so small in his claws.

So small and helpless.

“C’mon little guy. Wake up.”

It is easy to tell that Favion is pressing his nails into the poor things hand, a small crack sounds as it starts to splinter.

“Favion. You need to stop.”

“Why? You just said you won’t mourn what you don’t have.”

Then, without thinking, Ailzea plunges the carving knife that he held so tightly in his hand that his knuckles started to turn white into Favion’s neck. The yellow blood barely has time to react before it is pulled across his throat in a jagged and unpracticed line. When he reaches up to wrap his hands around it to stop the bleeding, the doll hits the desk and almost immediately scrambles across it with the other two to find a new hiding place.

He slumps back into the chair, head rolling back to fix Ailzea with a vacant stare.

Ailzea freezes, nothing but the sound of his small friends scampering about to accompany the smell of blood that began to stain the room.

“Why are you so difficult, Favion?” He asks the empty room, running a bloody hand through his own hair. “A question better for when you’re back I suppose.”

With no hope of being able to move the dead weight of a troll he will have no doubt struggled with while alive to lay him down the way he would prefer, he instead situates himself between the corpse and the desk. He forces both eyes closed on his way.

“I was almost enjoying your company this time.”

His powers ignite, signified by the spark of light in his eyes, and he places both hands over Favion’s chest. Thanks to the meddling of Father Roatus, he is acutely aware that this motion is not necessary for the power to work. He just likes to feel the thrum of the transfer of life in his palms.

The death was not so long ago, so the return to life takes no time at all. In seconds the offending wound starts to close up, leaving only the surrounding blood as evidence that anything occured.

The lights in his eyes fade away as his power deactivates and he lets out a sigh, pulling away from Favion once he feels his heart starting to beat again. He feels the sting of having grappled with a volatile spirit and tucks marred hands away into his pockets.

They will not scar.

By now his friends have found their way to a new hiding spot and Ailzea finds that he can breathe easy.

He looks down at the yellow blood whose eyes snap open at  the same time and anger twists his features into a terrifying expression.

Favion growls, claw shooting up to wrap around Ailzeas neck. He digs his nails into tender meat as he stands, bringing the purple blood along with him to his full height.

He growls again and shakes him when there is no reaction.

"What the fuck was that? Who the hell do you think you are?! Again?"

Ailzea says nothing, focused more on keeping his breathing steady.

Suddenly, Favion pauses. Realization dawns on him as he gives the smaller troll another shake.

"This is fear then?" He grins.

Once again, Ailzea does not respond. His joy is short-lived.

“I let it slide the first time. I can be very forgiving you know,” as he speaks he balls his free hand into a fist. “That was clearly a mistake on my part.”

“You forced my hand.”

“Now you’ve forced mine.”

Before he can make good on that promise, a third voice fills the room.

“That is quite enough. The two of you,” the Reverend’s voice is humored as much as it is commanding. He does not stick around, satisfied that his orders will be followed as he continues down the hall. “You can play later. Favion, join me.”

The yellow blood sneers as he releases his hold on Ailzea and wordlessly follows after him.

[wol-blackthorne]

Transcription of Tural Travelogue, pt. 2: Ok'hanu

(Dawntrail All Quests Spoilers ahead)

[Master Post]

4A/3S - Raha asleep with Salina. Checked in on the missing artifacts. Ishgard knights embarrassed but handling the attacks well. Checking in on Rads & Limsa soon. Also working on that qualification. Clan member in Yyasolani[sic]?

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"Justiciar" in Thavnair seems to be a clown. Apex seems to be luck-oriented? Weal/woe

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4A/4S - Returned Napikwe's bestiary to Bol Ogaw. Took some bills but may need to hand them to another hunter for now. Not sure when I'll have time again. Not that that's a bad thing. The hunters have things well in hand on the Tural side. S9 [Solution Nine] may need check

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Perhaps I am the clown. Nearly lost to a water monk in Kozama'uka that was surprisingly strong. Got away safely! Limsa tomorrow

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4A/5S while turning in yesterday's bills, Bol Ogar asked for more information on the beasts within the dome. Napikwe did find data in Living Memory's banks. If the creatures appear near settlements, adventurers can handle them. Limsa soon.

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Found Loashkana of Tural in Limsa. I should have known from the initial vision—these "villains" are all mischief and little bite, were it not for the relics. Poisoning in Limsa tied to a Lalafellin man posing as a merchant and an unknown woman. Something about puppets? Don't remember much of the vision unfortunately. Thus, a notebook. Returning home for the day.

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6A/6S - I managed to drag Raha away from compiling reports at last. As duty-bound as he may be, the thought of seeing what he had missed in Tural swayed him. And as the areas we will travel first are populated, we felt it was safe to bring Salina. She's been fussy since the boat over, but I'm sure fresh air will help. If nothing else, the Hanu have been a great distraction for her.

We came to Ok'hanu first, as I had during the trials. Salina took to them [the Hanu] immediately. Calls them "fwee"? (Fluffy?) I'm not sure we'll be able to tear her away without a bribe, so I'm putting together a doll that looks like them. Incidentally, I was offered a demonstration of their work with the Landsguard. The L's armor is decorated with molted Hanu feathers. A soldier came to collect and process the feathers, and I commandeered some of the unusuable broken feathers and dye for Salina's doll.

The guard, Nahanshe, reminds me of some old Stone Torch recruits. Not fond of "busy work" but he's learning to appreciate the craft that goes into his armor. Spent the evening dying and oiling feathers.

An archaeologist form the Studium caught be on our way out of Tuliyolal[sic]. Dig site near Yyasolani[sic]? Will investigate when we get there. I had hoped the gleaners for Living Memory had arrived, but my request is currently in a backlog. You would think we could pull a favor but "there is a Process and it must be Followed." At least things have calmed down now. We have time.

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4A/7S - Beautiful clear sunrise. Hands forever stained. Today we're blessing the feathers.

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Weather changed for the worse. Clearly I'm not attuned to the wind currents here yet. Blessing also took a turn as younglings scolded Nahanshe for his griping. Smells like hazing.

Helped with repairs on village structures until the rain set it. May want to see the nearby cave at night. Kikitola—overflowing with many stars.

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4A/8S - Headache from the weather changes. Raha is gathering fruit for an offering while I nurse willow tea. The horrors persist but so do I. Salina's doll had a nameday and he is Nunu.

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I'm told it's the wet season and I'm inclined to believe it. By the afternoon, I felt well enough to hunt beetles for the Hanu to make brushes from their shells. I may ask to trade for one for Artemis.

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4A/9S - Artemis is getting a good workout running errands between Ok'hanu and Kozanuakiy. I took a short detour to see the bridge near the falls that they call "Breath Between." Or maybe that's the basin. In any case, much of their fish comes from those clear waters before it picks up the forest silt. Also ran into some adventurers dealing with tegu preventing repairs to the stairs, and a hunter looking for poisonous frogs.

I ran into Nahanshe while transporting reeds. He was definitely subject to hazing of a sort. I'm reminded of Gosetsu when we met the Dotharl of the Steppe—so confused by the culture, but willing to accept and learn in the end. Nahanshe is determined to learn more of the Hanu and their relationship to the Landsguard now, which was the point of Lanuhanu's scheme. I suppose I can't question the method if it works.

Busy with repairs the rest of the day.

[jeaniesthots]

The Cursed Harlot

Written by: Andrea-Jean Roberts

To be a woman within society is to find yourself caught in the current of often obscene judgment and standards so out of reach, that one can only ever feel inadequate. I recently watched a very intriguing video “The Madness of Feminine Perfection, Explored through black swan” by the Final Girl Studio. This creator offered me such an eye-opening perception of femininity. Within our world, since as distant as we can collectively remember, women only ever were given two totems of reflection, the darling Madonna, pure and innocent, the essence of divine feminine, the perfect daughter and wife. Quiet and domestic. If you were someone who turned their back on societal normalities, maybe more boisterous, independent, or even more sexually liberated, you were given the unfortunate role of the Harlot.

  (To preface, both of these terms are rather impudent and dimwitted. I understand that even those who fall into the category of the “Madonna” are not even all that valued at times. Such women are often called prudish, boring, and stale. The same women who are idolized for their purity, are also shamed for it. I laughed while writing this because this all is just a joke. Women constantly fail to make men happy and it just amazes me how even when you're “good” you're not good enough.)

This deeply engrained dichotomy brought me to think more in-depth about not only my place within society but all transexual women. I look back on all my experiences, from virginal adolescence to a sexually liberated young woman, and have come to a startling observation. I never could have been the ideal Madonna. Prior to my full development, I shied away from men, from sex; mainly due to my lack of confidence and my own revulsion against my body. When I was 19 my world of sexuality finally broadened. However, this sort of thing soon was out of the grasp of my control. My newfound beauty and ambiguity catapulted me deep into a world of shadows and secrecy. Only at night time did I ever meet men, in hotel rooms or high-rise apartments, staring out at the sparking building of Manhattan, shy and timid, giving in to the only thing men ever wanted from me. Though many times part of me didn’t want to, I still did. Why? It was not out of fear or out of lack of power, but rather it was due to one simple thing, possibility. 

I felt, and many people who embody the feminine understand this, that if I gave up my body sexually, I would be desired emotionally. Julia Fox brought this up recently in a podcast, that sex often feels like the price we naively pay for companionship. But what all us dreadfully hopeful women realize, is that though we thought we gained, we unfortunately lost. 

Transwomen never have the opportunity to ever be anything other than the harlot. The promiscuous and shameful woman. The kind who men only want to sleep with and forget about until they are in the mood for their next sexual escapade. We succumb to lives where we realize the harshest reality of all. We will never be the dream girl. 

The world teaches young trans girls that you are an object of amusement, a toy for men. Pump your hips with silicone, carve that jawline, implant your breasts, dress slutty, talk dirty, all you are is a fuck doll; and from teenhood into adulthood, we face such cruel discrimination and betrayal, especially in the hands of men who desire us; maybe not us, but our bodies. We are hidden, hushed, and told to approach only when approached. Even in love, at times, we cannot escape this. We are the secret girlfriends, the melancholic night-time lovers. 

All we want is to be valued and seen for more than what we can sexually offer. We are women with minds and hearts, woes, joys, humor, and courage. The Whore is never an accurate description of who we are. If the world gave us a chance our ancestors would have never been in the alleys of the Meatpacking District. We would never choose to live a life of constant risk. The world told us we were shameful, the world pushed us into the outskirts. It's not an easy life we live. Within the soul of every transgirl is a survivor. They throw us into the wild, try to erase our existence, and diminish our humanity. Men invade our spaces, women spit in our faces, and at times even our community kicks us when we are already low. The thing that keeps us all going is hope, in the world and each other. We may not be sisters by blood but rather sisters by spirit. 

Aside from our value being seen, what most transwomen desire is peace. There are transwomen in this world who have it worse than others. Some don't have any family to cling to, some can't get any other work than sex work, some are verbally assaulted every day, and others have experienced violence of varying degrees; add our constant degrading in the media and the unstable state of our future, I can speak for all of us when I say we just want to be left alone. The path we walk is an exhausting one. Beyond the painted faces, perfect bodies, and glamorous attire, is a woman who just wants a break. Every day is not only a battle with the world, but with yourself, praying you don’t get clocked, fighting with your dysphoria, and hoping you make it home safely and alive. 

Often I ponder when our humanity will be restored from the world. 

Dear Trans Girl, 

you are worth all the love you desire, your space is well-earned in this world, you're not a freak or a pervert, you’re merely a woman who was gifted a deeper understanding of gender and sexuality, a traveler of the binary, a truly original human being. Your beauty is not defined by your breasts or your hips, by the softness of your voice or how well you pass, your beauty is energy that radiates and transcends time and space. Though it is not always easy, don’t waste your energy on men or people who cannot truly embrace the woman you are, whose shame attempts to dim your light. Don’t let the world make you bitter because you don’t fit into a life that the majority aren’t even content living. All will be well, just trust yourself and remember to remind yourself that you are and always will be worthy.

April 22nd, 2024

[themacfag]

The land of consumerism

Inside this great castle of commerce I was, crowds flooded the halls of this great palace of commerce. The clean streets of this micro town breathed with the spending of the economically disadvantaged, fighting like dogs over the latest product they were commanded to buy from the omniscient boxes in their pockets and homes. Like zombies they crowd the hottest stalls spending money they didn’t have on things they didn’t need. Tag lines of the corporate blanketed the walls, their blind followers gather at the gates. Such entrances guided in thin marble sheets, hiding the truth behind them as though the marble was a reflection of the companies that this place housed. Under a thin venire of public relations managers the true sinful beasts lie inside the headquarters of the corporations. Like lions placed on display, the expensive products of the stores are placed upon obelisks of their masters approval. Various stores for the populous to enjoy are cooled to a comfortable level, providing a chilled euphoria to the shoppers that choose this fate. This state, inviting and addictive like a temperate heroin they all take pleasure in of this castle of the pleasures of modern man.

Now outside I was head to head with a sea of machines in a valley of concrete. Only there for the lucky few who were able to drive such an expensive luxury. Cigarette smoke and sunglasses cloud the delighted shoppers judgement, forcing them to partake in the devouring of the stalls of meat and food are collectively huddled near the entrances of the complex. At a terrace I was able to see the old communist buildings that watch over this new wave of capitalism that has perversely flooded this once great land. Marxist ideas and ideals clash toe to toe in this new Cold War of ideologies, hidden from public view of the unsuspecting public. Like a disease these palaces spring up like woes of the west. Even outside the bounds of this place I’m still bombarded by the cladding of consumerist, cars bare the crests of foreign lands as though they were chariots of the emissive political ideas set forth by their powerful party leaders, overextending their reach to lands beyond their grasp. “Made in China” hides underneath everything in sight like the branding of the beast. Their makers just under the age of adulthood, slaving over their work like one mad with passion to earn the worthless bills dolled up with the faces of dead leaders that strike a aching patriotism inside their holders whenever sight is placed upon them.

[hislittleraincloud]

"You love me," she leaned her lips to his ear, planting a gentle kiss against his sideburn. She caressed her little fingers up and down his neck after loosening her grip on his jacket.

"Wednesday — "

"You do. I know you do."

-- More Than One String to Her Woe, Part 2

While I continue to piece together a coherent Part 2, here are some fun facts about Afterburn Wednesday (some you know, some you don't):

She is hypersexual. Back in ye olden dayes of my youth, she would have been called a nymphomaniac. She was (before Donovan) a chronic masturbator. Her parents furnish her with whatever toys she wants since they don't want her stealing theirs, but up until Donovan she never bothered with inserting anything thicker than her fingers. Her vibe collection is amazing. At this point in the story, she is addicted to Donovan and his 🍆. He's all she wants, and she has a million and one reasons why she is attracted to him.

She loves it when he calls her 'doll', but hasn't come up with a consistent nickname for him because she wants it to be as perfect as 'doll' is for her. She does love to tease him by calling him her 'dirty old man'. She has called him 'D.J.' and (of course) 'Daddy'. There are other nicknames to come as she settles into whatever terms of endearment she chooses.

She's more ✨special✨ than she is in the series. She has more powers, one that has yet to be explicitly revealed (though it's been heavily implied).

Donovan actually teases her a lot, and that's what tends to lead to her ravaging him. He'll tease her about something like her height (lots of Wizard of Oz jokes...which is apropos since he has referred to her as a little munchkin to her face), and she'll react with violence that turns into passion. The teasing is mutual, with her reciprocation focusing on his status as an old man. His reactions are unpredictable, ranging from his subdued shaking of his head to a play spank, which also turns into passion (but you can bet that Wednesday deliberately antagonizes him in order to receive that reaction...it turns her on to antagonize him). All acts of 'violence' between the two during their efforts to get a rise out of each other lead to affection, regardless. See: The fact that she still gets her 🍆 after being thwarted at the end of Chapter 5. She really enjoyed that sink fuck.

She is not without her disagreements with him on certain issues. (I'll probably cover that soon-ish in the text.) But they are few and far between, and none are deal-breakers.

She likes animals in general (AB Wednesday is consistent with N/C Wednesday's "I've hibernated with grizzlies", taking it to be truthful), but loves foxes. 🦊 While she does taxidermy, she still has respect for their lives and their sacrifices. She's a carnivore, like the plants she loves.

She is self-conscious about her singing, which is the main reason why she blew the Pitch Slaps audition. She's not great, but she's good enough that she can hold a tune once she's practiced. She has sung for Donovan.

Afterburn Wednesday is heterosexual, but if she were bisexual, she would find Bianca and Yoko attractive, because to her they look like women (not girls); her older age preference extends to women. Enid and Divina are too 'cute' for her taste (not to mention that ABW can't stand anything Enid likes, and Divina doesn't like her much anyway...plus the Divina/Kent thing weirds even Wednesday out, since she can't fathom sleeping with her own brother 😬).

Story-wise, AB Wednesday spends the 2022 holidays in and around Jericho. 👀 (Oh my, and how will I swing that? Easily, because it's AB Wednesday and she gets what she fucking wants. 💀)

I can't do an Afterburn Donovan until the main chapters are done, since we're finding out more about him through the text. 🥹

[honeybeewhereartthee]

PINK KKOMAS KOHAKU OUKAWA 29

Spoiler for my stories

How it began.

MDD AU

Kohaku, MC, Madara, and Rinne are walking home from buying groceries. When they were stopped by a very shady street seller who's wearing a cloak under the burning heat of summer sun, like they aren't heating up from that get up.

"hello! Would you like to try you luck in the raffle for cotton candy haired folks?" The cloaked seller says as they point at the raffle where youll try to get the golden for grand prize.

"cotton candy haired???" You question what the seller meant, then the three of you all stared at Kohaku who's hair is like cotton candy. "Huh??? Why are ya all lookin at me?" Kohaku look at them confuse but before long the others have push him to do the raffle.

"yosh, win the grand prize for us, kohaku-chan~!!"

Rinne cheer on.

" mama knows his child would win this!"

Madara also chipped in.

"good luck kohaku! Maybe it's good grand prize!"

You also joined the fun and now kohaku sigh as he went and did it.

DING DING

All their eyes widen when they saw the golden ball of grand prize come out.

"you win!" The cloaked shady seller clap their hand in glee.

"What's the prize? Is it money? Is it food??? A gun??" Rinne, MC and Madara all ask in the same time.

"oh! You guys want those? I can give it to you!" The shady seller snap their hand and the one they wanted appear on the person who ask for it.

"woah!" - Rinne and MC. "Very cool!"

"... That's not normal." Kohaku narrowed his eyes as he watch closely the person take out a rope. "Who are you??"

"oooh~ you can call me Oukawa ~ *giggle."

"... Wow they have the same name as your last name kohaku-chan ~" rinne tease the youngest.

"oh that's not my first name. It's the surname I get from my spouse." The seller corrected. " Wow. What coincidence! Your spouse have the same last name as our baby kohaku here! " MC giggle.

"ehh... I mean. It's not. Coincidence... I'm..." The seller start to lost balance. "It's too hot...!!" They finally complain.

"obviously, since it's summer after all." Madara laugh.

"umoo. So annoying. (´ε｀ ) " The seller stared at MC. "I would like to ask permission kidnap your kohaku Oukawa."

"wow. Kidnapping with consent? " MC chuckle with Rinne. " Sure sure. Take the lil guy he probably need to have a good trip. "

"ARE YOU TWO SERIOUSLY SELLING AND LETTING ME BE KIDNAPPED??? (`ー´)" kohaku want to complain.

"yehaww~!!" The seller throw the rope at kohaku catching him perfectly with the rope. " [ KKOMA ] " with that kohaku shrunk into a kkoma and gotten pulled by the seller who's cloak flown off, showing the familiar similarities of MC yet hair and eye color of Rinne and eye catching tiger ears on top of their head.

"okii, one down!" The seller giggle while holding the Darling doll Kohaku Oukawa Kkoma. " Bye byeee. Imma go and collect other au of my hanii to play with my hanii! " And the person is off, with doll.

"......⊙﹏⊙" - Madara, mc, Rinne.

Rinne: your married to kohaku in another au????? GASP. IM NTR YET AGAIN!!!

Madara: mama don't know what to say at all. Two of my babies are married to one another?! Without inviting mama??? Ó╭╮Ò

MC; bruh. That's not me!! That's clearly some hybrid of me and rinrin. (｡•́︿•̀｡)

Rinne: (`ー´) your share of food for this night is mine, you woe.

MC: WHAT DID YOU CALL ME??? (`ー´)

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[poupeesdecirque]

Just a little “In between” from me ... I worked hard on my todo lists the last weeks and there have been a lots of ups & downs. You might see this corner of my room coming together in posts the coming days, I have a lot queued up. I am still not fully done putting things into the Queue/the rooms/most recent doll projects but I feel comfortable in my own home again for the first time in ... months.

But I got something else than doll stuff for once and wanted to share my little joy, I wanted to completely unbox my new Switch until the game came in and started it yesterday. I will not post any of my gaming woes here and no spoilers, but I might be sinking into gaming a bit again, which would not be the worst for my super stressed mind.

So yeah I got my hands onto the limited Tears of the Kingdom EU Box, the OLED Switch aaaaand even the newest Amiibo (if you know me you know I have all the Zelda Amiibos) from actual shops and NOT resellers for their normal market prices and I consider this a huge accomplishment with how crazy things are for Zelda stuff. The Amiibo will hopefully shipped soon and join my lil Amiibo collection. Might show the bunch then :D

[pirunika]

Eos Argent : A stalwart mage with mysterious powers and a melancholic, almost Ket-like mannerism. There are many rumors surrounding this complex woman.

Description: Standing at a rather short height, she has a curvy figure with large, dark eyes, white skin and thick wavy hair reaching almost her knees when let down. Her features are doll-like yet unassuming.

More about her + art ⤵️ :')

Basically a stoic woman with a heart of gold with a few extra steps in which she looks and acts like a fiercely caring person but feels as if its all acting on her side because after all she's scum. Right?

Has a weak immune system, gets fevers so often that it doesn't register anymore. Gets headaches and various aches a lot too...

Actually, was interested in Tallys first but her no relationship thing made her like :/// so it didn't work out but I imagine Tallys keeps this information in her mind lol totally not thinking she'll be immortal due [redacted] & end up with Tallys after everyone's gone. Nope. Also i think they'd sleep together once (1) but this will likely block Blade's route in the finished game so.....will keep it a headcanon™ With Prihine too...Maybe.

Fond of sleeping with others platonically, it helps her with her nightmares. It's the only time where she stops moving around to the point of falling out of bed. +doesn't need a pillow.

Has a beloved horse named Phaethon. A brown, unique mare. Was a wedding gift from her husband.

At times can pass as a Norm.

Owns very few items, minimalist to extreme. Like 'who needs a bed-frame' degree. She does make her own clothes, embroiders and collects a few choice of items though.

Doesn't really show skin OR shows a lot with not much steps in between. Likes being barefoot - or high heels, the same way.

She was actually brought up with archery and her father taught her to sew besides hair braiding. While her mother --- well that's a long story.

Stress cleaner.

Loves eating fruits more than anything (especially strawberries) camping out, hunting and cooking. Also pickled, raw or dried meat or vegetables.

Her actual hair color is black but for the longest time used it brown and for a time blonde and red! Not a dye job but magic. And not really fashion reasons but....errr dead twin sister reasons.......also long story.

Owns a Moon-belt which was ironically enough a wedding gift...

Had her ear piercings very small likely before 13!

Woe, Moodboard Be Upon Ye sans tattoos

her oldest art :> society if I actually drew her tattoos properly

[shopperschoice]

6 Timeless Styles of Night Dress for Women

Winter is here! It’s time to cuddle in a blanket and sleep for a long. Good sleep is essential for proper day-to-day functioning, but have you thought about what plays a major role in good sleep? It is good nightwear! A night dress should be comfortable and appropriate to provide you with a sound sleep. How about something that hugs you well? Nightwear resonates with varied moods of a woman and thus it is necessary to get an ideal pair of nightwear for you.

So, have you decided which nightwear to prefer? After all, there are so many styles available in the market. We are sure it might confuse you for good! To ease your worry, let us have a look at seamless nightdress styles for women.

Pyjamas and shorts: Are you someone who is looking for a night suit that is full in length and comfortable? Well, one of the greatest night suits for ladies that serves this purpose is the pyjama and the shirt type. It is super comfortable and comes in a variety of styles, patterns, and colours. We recommend you go with cotton material for this nighttime wear as it is perfect for all seasons. Additionally, this night dress for women comes in both half and full sleeves. For instance, in summer you can go with half sleeves while a full sleeve is useful in winter.

Pyjama and top: Pyjama and top are the most trending of all nightwear, especially, amongst those who don’t like the hassle of buttoning a shirt. This style of night dress is equally cosy as the shirt style. These are generally colour-coordinated as well as print coordinated. This makes it accessible to a wide population who can select from a variety of hues and designs. Such an outfit is ideal for lazy Sundays and when you need to leave the house for groceries but do not feel like getting dressed. These are perfect for women of all ages, whether you are a mother or a teenager. The pair can be customised if you so choose.

Shorts and Top: Do you generally feel hot all the time? Purchasing full pants can seem daunting then. It may hinder your sleep again and again. But don’t worry, shorts are the ultimate option for you! A nice pair of tops and shorts shall do the deed. The shorts are the perfect length, covering just enough of your thighs without being overly revealing. The best part about a short set is that both tall and short ladies may wear them. These come in a variety of colours, sizes, and fabrics as well.

Capris and t-shirt: Now, for someone who doesn’t like to wear too long or too short pants – a Capri is there for your rescue! A Capri and t-shirt set is ideal seasonal nightwear. This night dress for girls provides adequate covering and comfort. The capris fall just below the knee which makes it a flawless outfit for morning walks and casual gatherings at home. Trust us, capris and t-short seem stylish enough!

Baby Doll: The baby doll is the ideal choice for you if you are searching for a sensuous nightgown to woe your sweetheart or cosy nightwear to add extra pizzazz. Baby doll nightgown is short, transparent, and cosy. Your body fits into it like a glove. It generally comes in net or silk material with laces sometimes. The breathable fabric makes this nighty dress comfy elegant nightwear.

Kaftan and Maxi: One of the elegant nightwear options for women is the kaftan or a maxi. Night maxis and kaftans are typically loose-fitting. These are available in full length and are typically worn by adult ladies who prefer to be free and do not find comfort in night suits. It is an ideal outfit for expectant mothers as the loose shape makes their baby bump comfortable.

So, what is your take now? Which one would you prefer to have a good sound sleep? You can opt for one depending on your likes and style. In short, you should be absolutely free on wearing them! Check out the new nightwear collection at Shoppers Choice for some fabulous-looking night dress that is not just excellent in quality but also has a fairly reasonable price. Their online store is worth gazing at! Get the best loungewear for you today as the time to chill is now!

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[andersonsdollpurpose]

help i googled “zaini moomin” and there were unboxing videos of tiny things and now i have an overwhelming craving for rement

[aaasherr]

being a collector and living with your parents is so hard, my room is so small and i dont have any room for my STUFF but i have so much STUFF

[andersonsallpurpose]

Speaking of curvy fashionista, the sale is still going on AND they had a bunch of the new ones as well. Several Curvy Karls! None of them really made me fall in love, though, and I feel like I should save my money (for the career!MTMs, or the artculated curvy that WILL happen sooner or later). ...OR maybe I should buy all of them while they're still available and relatively affordable? Idk, with this frankly unprecedented selection I feel like I'm being overly picky. I did see the new AA boy too, but not in the store with the sale. Still, good to know he exists.

[devildom-drabbles]

Story - Love Deficiency

Summary: Busy schedules leave Asmodeus and MC craving for reminders of each other's love. Characters/Ship: Asmodeus x MC Word Count: ~1.4k Warnings: None, just fluff; story is based off a daily in-game chat

“Ah, MC!  I’m glad I found you!”

The human perked up at the sound of their name.  Their eyes landed on Asmodeus as he entered the common room of the House of Lamentation, having just returned home from his meeting with the clothing designers at Majolish after a full day of school.  They lowered their D.D.D. to their lap as they watched the normally-upbeat demon plop down beside them on the sofa with a pout.

“Welcome back, Asmo,” they greeted him.  “Is everything all right?  Did the meeting not go well?”

“No, the meeting was fine,” he replied.  “It’s just...  Have you been getting enough love lately?”  He turned to look at their puzzled expression with watery eyes while clutching at the fabric of his RAD uniform on his chest.  “I certainly haven’t!  At this rate, I’ll be drowning in my tears.”

Asmodeus sighed dramatically and leaned against the backrest of the sofa with his arm draped over his forehead in woe.

MC was used to his exaggerated behavior, even biting back a snicker when they saw him peek one eye open to focus on them.  It was obvious that he was waiting for a reaction--and a specific one at that.  They set aside their phone to grasp both of his hands while staring into his glistening amber eyes. 

“I love you, Asmo,” they declared without hesitation, following up with a kiss on his cheek.

The Avatar of Lust’s body seemed to spring back to life as his heart fluttered in delight.  “Oooh, that’s it!  I’m feeling the love already!  I love you, too, MC!!”  He excitedly threw his arms around the human.  “Aaahhh, I barely saw you at all today with everything going on!  It was so lonely without you!”

“I missed you, too,” MC admitted, wrapping one arm around him to return the hug and reaching their other hand up to pat his head affectionately.  “Want to spend the rest of the day together then?”

“You took the words right out of my mouth, darling!  Let’s go to my room right away.  I don’t want anyone to interrupt us.  Oh, I also have the juiciest gossip to tell you!  Where do I start?”

Hand-in-hand, the pair chatted together with bright smiles all the way to Asmodeus’s bedroom, happy to be reunited after a long, busy day.

--

“Hey, Asmo. Do you have a minute?”

The demon perked up at the sound of his name.  His eyes landed on MC’s reflection in his vanity mirror as they nervously stood within the doorway to his bedroom, their hand still gripping the knob like they might close the door behind them in a hasty retreat.  He put down his makeup brush and turned around in his seat to give them his full attention while taking note of their body language.

“Hi, MC,” he greeted them with a million-dollar smile.  “What can I do for you?"

The human glanced over at the collection of makeup items on Asmodeus's vanity. "Are you in the middle of something?"

"I'm getting ready for my photoshoot," he replied. "Majolish asked me to model for the clothes I designed, remember?"

"Oh, right! My bad, I forgot that was this afternoon. I won't hold you up then--"

"Don't be silly! I can always make time for you, MC. So, what do you need?"

MC’s feet shifted awkwardly on the marble flooring while they considered how to phrase their response.  The more they thought about it, the more insignificant the reason for their visit became to them.  Just before they could think of something different to say in order to leave without making a fool of themself, Asmodeus was already in front of them, catching them off-guard.

“Hehe, has my gorgeous appearance left you speechless?” the Avatar of Lust questioned them lightheartedly.  “I am extra dolled up today, after all. I wouldn’t want you to faint from my breathtaking vision, so why don’t you come in and sit with me, hm?”

“I--”  MC fumbled over a reply that would aid in their escape.  Their breath hitched at the sensation of Asmodeus’s fingers gently trailing along their palm before curling around to hold their hand.  “N-No, that’s all right.  I don’t--”

It was too late.  Asmodeus was already leading them further inside the room, his friendly demeanor never faltering.  “Come on,” he said playfully, “we’re way beyond that ‘shy phase,’ don’t you think?  You’re already here, so stay with me for a bit.”  

His magic charm may not have worked on MC, but his natural charm that they had come to love made it difficult to resist his pull.  So, their legs continued forward in a trance until they found themself seated next to him on his bed.

Having successfully coaxed them, Asmodeus’s overly-cheerful features softened into a more tender state.  “Now then,” he began, his thumb brushing over the back of the human’s hand that he refused to release, “tell me what's on your mind, darling.”

MC still felt anxious about revealing what they wanted to say, but when they stared back at Asmodeus’s warm, inviting gaze, their heart reminded them that he wouldn’t judge them for it.  Then, they remembered a conversation they had with him some time ago where he mentioned a need similar to their own.  Perhaps expressing it in the same manner he did would make their feelings clearer to him.  

“I...haven’t been getting enough love recently,” they confessed.

It took only a moment for Asmodeus to process the familiarity of their words before he gasped from their impact on his heart, his free hand flying up to cover his “o”-shaped lips.  “Oh, MC!!” he exclaimed.  “Why didn’t you say so sooner?!  This may be a crime more sinful than my stunning beauty!  We must fix it immediately.  Fortunately, I have a special remedy just for you.”

Asmodeus eagerly cupped MC’s face to bring them closer. His eyes drank in every detail of their features, including their now-rosy cheeks--all of which he found irresistible.  With no sign of them wanting to move away, his lips found theirs shortly thereafter for a slow, deep kiss.  Despite the dramatics in his tone from earlier, his genuine feelings for them poured through both his affectionate touches and the words he uttered so delicately when they broke apart for air:  “I love you, MC.”

MC could only maintain eye contact for another second before they promptly buried their flushed face in Asmodeus’s shoulder.  “Thank you, Asmo,” they said clearly enough for him to hear.  “I really needed that.  I love you, too.”

The demon held the vulnerable human in his arms while running his fingers up and down their back.  “Were you feeling lonely?  I know you've been busy with tasks from Lucifer and Lord Diavolo, and I’ve been away a lot lately because Majolish has been finalizing my newest designs.”

“Yeah,” MC admitted with a slight nod. "I didn’t want to bother you with something like this when you’re focused on more important things, but I couldn't wait anymore. Sorry."

“Oh, hon, nothing is more important to me than you--and myself!  To be honest, I’ve been feeling deficient in your love, too, these days, so I’m glad you decided to come here.  Texts and meal times just aren’t enough!  Being alone together to give each other our full attention is much more satisfying, you know?”

Asmodeus sighed longingly, adding, “I wish it could always be like this." Just then, a lightbulb went off in his head.  “I got it!  Why don’t you come with me to the photoshoot?”

“I’d love to," they answered, pulling back from his embrace to look at him properly, "but are you sure that’s okay?”

“Of course!  Besides, I look the most radiant when you’re with me.  And since Majolish wants only the best in their fashion magazines, I think that more than justifies you being there, wouldn’t you agree?”

MC couldn’t hold back their smile from the wink he gave them at the end of his explanation.  “All right, I’ll be there to make sure you look your best then.”

Asmodeus squealed with joy and flung his arms around the human once more, sending the two of them into a fit of giggles from how ecstatic they were to be together for the rest of the day.