#femininization of a male character

[ohhcinnybuns]

Describe love to someone who only knows pain. To someone who feels most alive in the spring when the ice finally thaws and the flowers are in full-bloom again. When the animals awaken, and love to him is being surrounded by creatures who cannot respond, but they listen.

Describe what love is like when he does not receive it from his own mother and cannot fathom loving what's left of himself. Children know what it's like to receive love from their parents, but to him it's another word for an emotion that theoretically exists, but is not within reach. (and make it super snowzai coded 👀)

So this is love… (Prince Chuuya x Snow White! Dazai, ~1.6k)

“Wanna know a secret? You promise not to tell?” Dazai says with a smile as a taupe bunny hops into his lap. It burrows into the silk of his sapphire dress adorned with swirling ivory patterns and lace, curling into it like a nest. Dazai chuckles, slender fingers stroking the animal's fur from the top of its head to the bridge of its nose.

A few more rabbits surround him, nibbling on weeds as they give the brunette their attention, noses twitching as if to say, “Go on.” His silent audience is curious about his thoughts and eagerly awaits what is on his mind. He beams.

“So you really want to know, hm?” he teases the creatures playfully, watching as the bunnies twitch their ears in agreement. They hop closer, ready to hear the new secret the human tells in the privacy of the woods. They’ve listened to many before, tiny hopping diaries of his spoken feelings.

Dazai giggles, lowering his wooly hood and resting his arms behind his head like comfortable pillows. He leans against the trunk of a tall pine tree with a dreamy sigh and faraway gaze, lost in the thoughts that recycle endlessly from dusk to dawn.

“Lately, I think… I don’t think… I want to die anymore,” he mumbles, afraid that the wind will carry the weight of his words to unwanted ears.

He inhales the fresh scent of dew and pine to ground himself, fingers twitching as if that admission is a secret meant to stay buried within the recesses of his soul. A shiver trickles down his spine as he bites his lip.

“I’m starting to think that life is worth living… when there is someone to love in it. Is that strange?”

The rabbits look at each other and begin to bounce around happily. Dazai’s lashes blink, confused at first before a slight blush covers his cheeks. The bunnies creep closer, stepping on his dress, wanting to hear more. Some lean against his chest, and one reaches to nibble his nose. He can almost hear them asking, “Love? Who? How? What made you change your mind?”

“Now, now. You can’t automatically assume I’m talking about Chuuya when I say love,” Dazai gasps playfully. “I could be talking about anyone.” 

A small tweet is heard from his left as a singular rose finch settles on his shoulder. It flaps its wings, chirping as it bounces on his shoulder. Dazai chirps back, raising an eyebrow at the sassy creature and poking its beak. 

His audience remains silent, tilting their heads side to side while they thump their little feet against his chest and legs. They clearly didn't believe him. Dazai whines playfully and shoos away the critters with a wag of his finger and pout. His gaze then shifts toward the sky, watching the clouds roll until two birds flit by his periphery.

Two rose finches circled each other in a ritualistic dance, landing on an oak’s limb to cuddle close and preen their feathers. They grow increasingly fluffy as they come together like two cotton balls, eyes glimmering happily as they share a kiss and shower their mate with affection. One finch gives the other a gentle head massage with its beak while the smaller finch closes its eyes, happy to be pampered, and the brunette’s eyes soften. His heart returns him to a night full of laughter, music, and dancing. 

Memories of a grand ball flood his mind, and he instinctively raises his hands to his face, attempting to conceal his bashfulness with a soft groan. “Alright, maybe it’s Chuuya I’m talking about. I…  We…” 

He sits up this time, his hands dropping to his lap, where he nervously toys with his fingers. “Chuuya has been on my mind. W-We shared a kiss... at his kingdom’s ball,” he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper as his fingers come to his lips to graze them softly. “It was my first kiss, too.”

The bunnies stand on their legs, ears perked high, tails wagging excitedly. Some jump for joy while others drop the weeds in their mouth to gape at the brunette in surprise. Birds tweet and strut around on the limbs, passing the gossip among themselves. Dazai can’t help the giddy giggle that escapes him. He motions for everyone to come closer, patting the soil next to him. 

“I guess… I do have a story to share after all,” he sighs dreamily, hands coming to his chest. “It’s just…he was so romantic, I could not resist.” 

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They had swayed to music all evening in a suit and gown. Chuuya asked him for a dance, conducted him through a waltz, patient during Dazai’s missteps, and grinned with him when they decided to dance at their rhythm rather than the song’s tempo. Hands were held, their bodies so close that Dazai could see his reflection in Chuuya’s blue orbs. He swore he almost lost himself in them, gripping Chuuya’s shoulders tightly to remain present…or stable. Perhaps a little of both. He wasn’t a good dancer, but Chuuya was in his element that night, a true gentleman and chivalrous.

After many hours of dancing and socializing, Chuuya led him to a balcony, away from prying eyes, to rest and relax. They sat silently on a bench, a slight blush on their cheeks as they cooled the droplets on their skin. Dazai was unsure who made the first move, but soon, they were sitting close, one of Chuuya’s hands around his waist. Dazai rested his head against Chuuya’s shoulder and sighed in relief at his support. 

He had a lot of fun (though his feet would mourn him in the morning), much more than he thought he would when he was invited to attend. He tilts his head, glimpsing at Chuuya through his lashes. A man full of life and comfortable like a crackling fire after spring’s rainy season. 

Chuuya smiles down at him, and then leans close to nuzzle against Dazai’s curls, resting his chin on top of his head. Dazai blushes. 

“You seem tired. You should get some rest now.” 

“Not yet…,” Dazai mumbled, “I want to stay a little longer. If I walk now, I fear I’ll twist my ankle in these shoes.”

Dazai nuzzled closer in the embrace until his nose settled on the crook of Chuuya’s neck, eyes drooping tiredly. His eyes closed briefly as he listened to the background music that had slowed down, a gentle composition of string instruments serenading its remaining visitors. Below, he could hear the sound of retreating steps as guests walked the garden towards the Castle’s entrance, ready to begin their trips home. 

Beside him, Chuuya frees his hand, lifting it to stroke Dazai’s cheek in a tender touch that makes Dazai shudder and hum happily. He almost doesn’t catch Chuuya’s question; he’s focused on the feather touches on his skin that make him feel dizzy, as if drunk on wine, soul soaring whenever they make any contact. 

“Do you need me to carry you to your room? I don’t mind.”

“You…would?” Dazai wonders out loud. He cringes, his mouth moving faster than his brain for once. His sleepiness must be showing through all his mistakes, but it doesn't seem to bother Chuuya.  

“I mean, I can’t have you spraining your ankle. We did dance a lot,” Chuuya says with an apologetic smile. “But I’m pretty strong, you know. Don’t worry. I won’t let you fall.” 

Chuuya leans forward to press their foreheads together and quietly asks, “Do you trust me?” 

And really, how could Dazai say no? The brunette’s cheeks redden, and he nods shyly. “I do,” he says, turning his face away to hide his flushed expression, wishing for one of his cloaks to magically appear so he can hide beneath its hood. 

Chuuya smiles, hesitant to remove himself from Dazai’s side at first, but he stands,  extending a hand for Dazai to take, and that’s when the nearby church bells ring, signaling the stroke of midnight.

Dazai takes his hand, his heels shaking beneath him like a newborn foal as he stands, and he stumbles forward into Chuuya's arms. He gasps, once again gripping Chuuya by his shoulders for support, their faces inches from each other again. He could feel Chuuya’s breath mingling with his own. 

What is the embrace of a lover like, he often wondered? Is it safe like this? What is romance like? Is it dancing the night away at a ball and ending the night with a kiss? Who is Chuuya to him? Is he a friend or someone more than that? Would life really permit him to live by Chuuya’s side? 

As Dazai gazes into Chuuya’s bewildered expression, he can’t help but think about how he had wanted to leave Chuuya behind when they first met. Too skittish to come close, but too tired of living in the shadows. 

He gulped. Suddenly, the mere thought of leaving Chuuya behind in this world unsettled him. No, Chuuya wasn’t a nobody anymore. Chuuya wasn’t a friend either. Chuuya was the beat of his heart, the resonance in his soul, and the air his lungs breathe. Feelings suddenly clear.

So, beneath the watchful gaze of the heavens and the time, they lean in, carefully meeting in the middle in a tender kiss, embracing each other with timid smiles. After they pull away and Chuuya picks him up bridal-style to walk him back to his room, Dazai cannot help but think that maybe this was always how they were meant to be. 

(This is a follow-up to your Snowzai drabble. I guess I really am going to write Snowzai through all your asks, he he he he. I hope you love it.)

[ladylollys]

i really love the scenes where tyrion is called upon to join other men in doing violence (such as the battle of the blackwater or the attack by mountain clans on the way to the eyrie). he always seems sort of shaken and sort of proud of himself in a very realistic way: killing another human being is inherently frightening and disgusting, but at the same time, tyrion has been treated as physically helpless (and specifically as less than a man) his whole life, and he is filled with anger he normally has no safe way to express. these brief tastes of what it would be like to be treated as a fellow warrior by other men... of course this is tantalizing to him. of course some part of him relishes it. in these moments, other men are willing to interact with him as a fellow group member. and he thinks: is this how jaime feels all the time? because for a westerosi lord, this is what it means to be a man.

and it's understandable but also profoundly sad. like... congratulations on your tenuous, conditional membership in the world's worst boys club.

[spiteful-lvsts]

< Imagine... >

>> Being a stay at home spouse for your darling husband. Sure it’s not the life you imagined, but you’re happy nonetheless. Besides, it’s quite nice to see him light up whenever you visit their work for lunch.

Still, it’s hard not to worry when your lover comes home, all exhausted and worried. Even if some of it bleeds away from your soothing touches. This just won’t do at all!

So it’s not a big stretch to say that you two arrange a more... different kind of relaxation together.

Nowadays, when your husband comes home, he doesn’t have to think about work at all. It’s become routine now, cooking his favorites. Soft touches exchanged at the table as you fed him bites of each other’s meals.

It’s all so, wonderfully domestic. Until the curtains are drawn, and you both retire to your shared bedroom. Eager for what was next.

Here, your beloved doesn’t have to think! All he needs to worry about is feeling good, and making you feel good. Babbling out the cutest pleas and whines of; “Mnh- please- harder!” and “Closecloseclose- love ple~ase!” As you rutted into him like a wild animal, fat cock carving him open until he fit you perfectly.

Orgasm after orgasm is wrung out of him, until he’s sobbing. And he’ll take more, even as his legs feel like nothing, even when he feels like he’s going to pass out. Because he’s just your darling pet! Your favorite, dumb slut. Made just to be yours, and you for him.

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<< { ♡ } >> ayato, pantalone, neuvillette, lucifer, diavolo, jing yuan, welt yang, gepard

[blond3ang3l]

Self indulgent fic^^

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Homelander fucking his pretty fem bf!

The grip he had on the back of your skirt was tight. It was all bunched up at your hips as his slammed into yours. The sound of his grunts was filling your ears as he refused to let you go. He was pissed with everyone that day. It was like people was just testing him left and right. The worse was when he felt as if A-train was flirting with you. He stared you down for a good thirty seconds before you realized and walked over to him. You didn’t have a chance the moment you got in his room. Door wide open he pulled up the pretty skirt he made you wear that day. His headboard slamming so hard against the wall that you’d think it’d leave a mark or even a whole. “Look at you. Already having a shit day and you wanna pull some shit? Huh?” his hand gripped around your throat pulling you up to his chest. Your whines and pleas for him to “forgive you” was met with deaf ears as his hand made his way to your dick. His hand following his quick pace as your head fell back to his shoulder. He kept his grip on your face, turning your head so you had to make eye contact with him. That damned signature smirk on his face as he felt shocked eyes on you. None of than the man himself that started this. Homelander chuckled, pushing two fingers in your mouth as he made eye contact with his fellow supe “looks like we have an audience. Give em a good show baby, he needs to remember this.”.

[feelslikesugarinme777]

my biggest hear me out

[laurellala-comics]

I want so badly to live in blissful ignorance and imagine that an ace attorney world with Fem!Phoenix and Fem!Edgeworth would be totally the same except with cool women lawyers, but I fear the casual sexism of the early otts would heavily impact the plot :(

[sunlit-mess]

How old is Riah?

[chickenchirps27]

thinking about them

Eclipse gets to wear a frilly skirt because yeas

[doinkmaster5000]

Alright last post about it. But the problem with AvA 11 isn’t that Mitsi didn’t need to exist, or her personality, or whatever. Mitsi is great!! She’s thoughtful and curious and doesn’t take a backseat to Victim’s life! Awesome female-coded character!

The problem is that the only time AvA introduces female-coded characters, which are basically just Pink and Mitsi, it’s to kill them off for the sake of the plot of a non-female coded lead. In AvA, women are disposable, and only serve to make “bad guys” sympathetic.

It’s cheap, lazy writing and it’s. dare i say. misogynistic. I love AvA, I love the fandom it has inspired, and I hope the team can put more effort into the stories they tell in the future.

[blond3ang3l]

Hi I hope ur having a good day <3 💕 Feel free to ignore this if u like but...like imagine Alucard treating ftm!reader like a porcelain doll...one that can break very easily, one that he needs to clean and dress and comb his hair constantly. ( ˶˘ ³˘(ˊᗜˋ*)!♡

“You are looking wonderful my darling”

Alucard whispered in your ear as he carefully detangled your tight curls with the wig brush. Your phone was playing music n the background during this soft intimate moment. A song that he had grown to love as it reminded him of you now whenever he heard it, Best Part by HER and Daniel Caesar.

“Thank you beloved.”

A small smile grew on your face as he took his time styling your hair. He wanted to make sure everything looked perfect for you. He spread the curling cream on his hands to the end of your curls. His lips pressed against your cheek as he let out a deep sigh

“What is that look for love?”

You asked him, catching him staring at you through the corner of your eye.

“I just love you so much my dear boy.”

His smile never left as he adjusted the corset top that he bought you.

[tubbytarchia]

me when a female character I like gets labelled a mom for the 17th time

[drowxiv]

Caught in her web

[halenhusky309]

"I want Elita-1 to go back into her soft era like G1 version because ..... *fEMinINITy. Also, I hate Skybound!Elita-1 because she's mAScUlInE and aggressive"...

Just say, "I'm too weak for a rough, angry, and despaired Elita-1 so I have to bring up excuses that are basically just gender bioessentialism bs, where girls are innately soft and boys are innately rough"

You can say you love feminine female characters all you want, but in reality, you just like softness in characters, which isn't a feminine trait. I bet you bitches would call a man feminine simply because he acts soft.

[bonniecollins-blog]

Currently thinking about sucking your balls right now😈

[strawbaby-eddie]

Oh shit hi I forgot this existed oopsies

Anyways here’s my whore oc Saber

[djsherriff-responses]

Do you think this frog caused men to second guess their sexuality when he spoke?