#gc tone tag

[ayiemojis]

/exp (explain) — /rambling

/rp (role play) — /bpd (borderline personality disorder)

/tq (typing quirk) — /nbr (not being rude)

/gc (genuinely curious)

[sixosix]

synopsis in which satoru really needed to start reading the gc more often. solves a lot.

tags slight making out scene… satoru is an asshole but what’s new, satoru is also hopelessly infatuated, all the readers i write are emotionally constipated sorry, getting together(?) fluff bit angsty tho

a/n this is a little stupid and unrealistic but bear with me because this is my first time writing in a looong time to get back in the groove of writing ^__^

Shoko wrinkled her nose as Satoru made the show of tossing a crumpled-up vending machine can into the bin on the other side of the street. It landed perfectly in the middle because why wouldn’t it? Emboldened by the impressed glances of passersby, he reached for Suguru’s pocket, where there was a balled-up paper in his bontan pants. Suguru winced when it was your head instead, where you had started crossing.

Your glare cut a thrill down Satoru’s spine. You huffed and bent down to pick up the trash, your knuckles white, like you were imagining it was Satoru’s head instead. Satoru was just appreciating how gracefully you’d bowed, the curve of your back captivating him for a moment until Suguru elbowed him.

“Stop littering,” Suguru said sternly, but his eyes spelled out that it was not about the littering.

Satoru shrugged. “I wouldn’t have missed if it weren’t for Y/N.” 

Satoru called out after you as you dropped the paper ball into the bin directly. “Oi!” You ignored him and continued walking, a considerable distance lengthening between you and the three. “Ha, you embarrassed?”

“Anyone would be if they were seen with you,” you spat out almost reflexively, then blinked at your own words. Satoru almost swore you wanted to apologize, but you composed yourself by turning your back on him altogether.

Satoru grinned. “It’s okay,” he said. “Shoko and Suguru don’t need to know I had to save your ass from a low-grade curse.”

You didn’t dignify his taunt with a response, but your shoulders tensed for a moment.

“So moody. How does your boyfriend put up with this?” Satoru snickered as he eyed the back of your head. He relished in the way a vein pops on your temple, breathed in the way you looked over your shoulder just to say—

“Shut up, Satoru. I mean it.”

He wasn’t unfamiliar with envious or hateful gazes; it came with his birth, really. Awe and fear and there are impossibles, but not for Gojo Satoru said with contempt—he didn’t care. Yours were different. He took pride in affecting people in ways where they could never ignore him, but the way you looked at him felt thrilling. He wondered if your boyfriend saw how your eyes would set ablaze for Satoru.

But he didn’t actually care, he would say. He never cared for a lot of things. It showed, at times, others would say.

“Whoa, did someone get their heart broken today?” Satoru whistled, his tone lilting upwards in what seemed to be a way to lighten the mood. No moods were lightened.

Your head whipped around to give him a look that had him frozen on the spot. His eyes widened behind his shades. He felt like that paper ball at the moment, about to be squashed flat against your palm. That look felt familiar, but not in the way that he knew he was familiar with because of you. It was familiar because of everyone else.

Suguru shot him a look that said he would’ve shoved him had it not been for his Infinity on. “Satoru.”

You walked on ahead, brushing past them with hiked-up shoulders. You looked like you were about to break at the slightest touch—it looked wrong. You had always looked so strong in Satoru’s eyes. Not stronger than him, of course, but… seeing your lip tremble like that made him itch the wrong way.

Satoru glanced between Suguru and Shoko, lost. “Am I missing something?”

Suguru said, “You didn’t hear?”

“Oh, so you know, but I don’t? What is this? Leave-out-Satoru club? You have a group chat without me?” Satoru did not mean for that to come out that bitter.

Shoko exhaled, smoke faintly billowing from her lips. She regarded Satoru with a look. “Maybe if you actually read our group chat with you, you wouldn’t be so ignorant.”

And so Satoru scrolled through his phone, wounded. Suguru and Shoko whispered among themselves as his eyebrows arched up so high that he looked elated.

“That’s it?” Satoru scoffed. “Trouble in paradise? Y/N almost got hurt by a curse because of some man?”

“Idiot,” Suguru sighed. “You’re also a man.”

Satoru knew what was going on in Shoko’s head with her expression. She was calling him trash. “They’ve been together for years. Before Y/N even met you.”

Satoru bristled. “So?”

“So don’t think of this as some chance,” Suguru said. Since when was he some love expert? “And stop terrorizing. No one brokenhearted would want to see your stupid face.”

He gaped. “So rude!”

And then he backtracked. “And I wasn’t thinking of this as a chance.” He was. “I don’t even like Y/N like that!” He does terribly. “I’m just glad I don’t have to hear from that asshole non-sorcerer again. Have you heard the way he says baby? Even through the phone, it gives me the creeps.”

Suguru hummed thoughtfully. “He was an asshole.”

Shoko laughed. “That asshole got to date Y/N before you, though.”

Satoru decided to spare Shoko, feeling too delighted to let anyone ruin it.

“Did you read all the messages?” Suguru asked.

“Nah.” Satoru stared at the back of your head. “I got the gist of it seeing Suguru’s reply, ‘he was an asshole anyway.’” He flashed his teeth and quickened his pace. “Come on, before Y/N gets flung around by curses again.”

Suguru and Shoko shared a look that he missed completely.

You eyed the plastic bag Satoru was holding out distrustfully.

It was too dark already, but that was no problem for Gojo Satoru. He came here—your room, your door—with a mission in mind. That mission involved ice cream because he saw in movies that people liked to eat ice cream and cry after breakups. You weren’t crying, which relieved him, though he didn’t know why. He wanted to convince himself it was because he didn’t want to deal with tears, but he couldn’t lie to himself well when it came to you.

“Nice try,” you said, pushing it back to his chest. You startled at the cold.

“What— It’s not poison!” Satoru said. He flicked it open and showed you his gift, one you should appreciate for his efforts and thoughtfulness.

“Ice cream?” you said suspiciously. Then it dawned on you. Your lips turned up in a disbelieving smile. He'd take it much better than the look you gave him that day, even when dregs of weariness dulled your eyes. “Were you worried?”

You looked awful, which was probably the norm for someone going through a breakup from a long relationship. Satoru didn’t like your sad face at all. It pissed him off, like some puzzle piece that didn’t fit. Still, to Satoru, he supposed anything was better than not getting to see your face at all.

“Yeah,” he found himself saying before he could think about it.

Your face fell. “Satoru.”

“Just take it, or else I’ll eat it in front of you.”

Your hand gripped the door tighter.

Satoru cleared his throat. “Okay, or you can just shut the door on me and go back to sleep.” And then, silently: “You can just take it, and I’ll leave.”

You stared at him as if expecting him to take it back.

Satoru felt his face warm. “Are you gonna take it or not?”

“It creeps me out when you act nice.”

He glared. “I’m always nice, but I’m not creepy about it.”

Your shoulders relaxed. You took the bag from him with a smile that felt like a shared secret. “Do you wanna come in?”

His first thought was, holy shit, but what came out was, “Sure, I don’t care.”

He had never been in your room before. Shoko was, a lot of times, most of the time. Suguru managed to, here and there, when you needed some help with heavy lifting. You kicked Satoru every time he used to even think about it. Your room was more ordinary than he expected. No posters, flashy souvenirs, or even clothes strewn over your bed. It looked lonely.

There was a box in the corner beside your closet that looked entirely out of place. Satoru must have been staring at it for a moment too long as you said, “Those are my ex’s clothes. I stole many of it, but I don’t want to wear them anymore.”

Satoru’s curious gaze turned into distaste. “Want me to get rid of it?”

“What?” You laughed. “I’ll just give it back.”

Satoru bounded over to the box and crouched, peeling the cover open. “Why not? There’s a dumpster nearby.”

“Well, they were nice. Not my ex, I mean the clothes. Felt expensive—I’d rather he take it back.” Always the goody two shoes.

“Hmmm…” Satoru lifted his head to stare at you. “Did you like wearing them? You can borrow mine. Much better than these cheap knockoffs.”

Your eyes flashed with interest, and Satoru knew he had said the right words. His clothes were no joke.

You blinked at him, a deer in headlights holding a tub of ice cream. “Are— Are you sure? It’s not like I actually need them—”

Satoru wanted nothing more than to see you drowning in his clothes. Instead, he said, “Yeah, I don’t care.”

He shrugged off his jacket and offered it to you. He felt a gust of cold, which should’ve been wrong to him, but he didn’t pay it any mind when you took it from him and stared at it. Your gaze shifted hesitantly between him and the red fabric. Your bottom lip started trembling before you bit it between your teeth, something Satoru wouldn’t have caught if he wasn’t staring. You whirled around and shoved the tub of ice cream in your mini fridge. What a shame. He was really planning for you to share it with him.

Satoru stood up, kicking at the box. He asked, “What were you doing before I left? Boring stuff? Were you watching sad movies without ice cream? It’s a good thing I came over.”

“You didn’t have to, I’m fine,” you said. You slipped into his jacket, the sight arresting him for a moment.

Satoru frowned. Something was definitely wrong. Maybe you were feeling tired? You must have been—emotions tend to wear out a person faster than any physical means. “Hey, lie down on the bed. You look like you’re about to crash.”

“I’m not,” you muttered but followed anyway because you must have felt it, too. “I’m not.”

You winced as your head collided with your pillow. It was unusual for you to succumb to rest while Satoru lingered in the same space.

“Sorry,” Satoru choked out, suddenly feeling guilty by the strong urge to embrace you. He was already crossing far too many lines today. He didn’t want to taint your memory of heartbreak from your ex with him.

You turned to face him, your hair splayed all over the pillow. “What?”

“For yesterday. I didn’t know. This, I mean.”

“You read the messages?”

He nodded. “I did.”

“That’s it? You’re not—” You yawned, blinking. Satoru was performing the highest level of restraint at the moment. “I mean, you’re not, like…”

The air was charged with something dangerous. Satoru looked away, thinking. He wanted to ask, did you expect me to care that much? But he knew the answer to that—he does.

“Satoru,” you said lowly. He shivered at the quiet of the night and how he can almost feel your voice. “You shouldn’t be so nice to someone heartbroken. Don’t you know how dangerous that is?”

Satoru sat on the edge of your bed, “That doesn’t make any sense.”

You looked up at him. Satoru felt want in his belly. It was dangerous, he realized, for him to be alone with you like this. It was wrong—but he never went doing everything right anyway, if it meant he could watch as your eyes flutter, as you longed for something he could never have from you once the wounds on you have healed.

“Doesn’t it?” you said. “You’re confusing me, too.”

Satoru realized his Infinity had been off already, though he didn’t know when. Was it when he sat on the bed to feel the softness of your sheets? Or was it already back then, the moment you opened the door, he was already longing for you to touch him?

“You’re so cruel, Satoru,” you murmured. “I hate you.”

Weakly, Satoru said, “I know. Get some sleep. I’ll leave soon.”

“Don’t leave.”

Satoru screwed his eyes shut, frustrated.

“Satoru.” He could listen to you say his name forever. You sighed his name in a way that felt like what aches in his heart whenever you even look at him.  “You didn’t read the messages, did you?”

“Did I miss something?”

“If you want to kiss me so bad, read it.”

His eyes shot open wide, a bit terrified. “What?” he said, dumbstruck. “Y/N— What?”

Clumsily, with no grace whatsoever, he fumbled with his phone, your words racing in his head. If you want to kiss me, read it. He bluescreened. If you want to kiss me—

you satoru doesnt read the messages here, right?

you i hate him if i never met him maybe i wouldnt have figured that i was not content with the love i had

you how do i even deal with this? i got dumped by my bf and he tells me if i love satoru so much why not just date him instead

you i love him can someone please comfort me

shoko oh no

shoko condolences for liking the most insufferable man on planet earth

suguru im sorry he’s an asshole you deserve better y/n

shoko the trashiest asshole are you sure about this?

you more than anything, unfortunately

Wait.

The asshole they were referring to was Satoru?

Wait.

Satoru jolts up from where he had been hunched over his phone, gaping at you. “Y/N,” he whispered reverently. “Y/N!”

You placed a hand on his chest as he moved towards you, preventing him from crashing into your space. He faltered. “Wait,” you laughed softly, languidly, beautifully, “not now. I’m sleepy.”

“No, fuck that,” he said, helpless. “Y/N!”

“It’s your fault for not reading our group chat.”

‘Kay, well. Satoru’s eyes narrowed like a cat prepared to pounce. “You can’t just make me read that and keep me from you like this. Why were you so mad at me yesterday?”

“Because I love you, and now my life is over,” you said, smiling.

“Say that again,” he demanded. 

“My life is over?”

Satoru was seconds away from crying. “Y/N, please,” he said, “say you love me again. Say it now.”

He held the hand on his chest and kissed it. Kissed it again, the back of your palm, your fingertips, repeating the same three words.

“I love you?” you said.

“Well, don’t sound so unsure about it.”

You laughed. “Do you even like me back?”

Satoru stared from the rim of his glasses. Instead of replying, he tugged you closer with your arm and kissed your jaw. He hoped you would get it—that you would understand. He loved you first.

“More than anything,” he echoed. He looked into your eyes, your lips, torn. “Please, let me kiss you. You’re hurting me.”

“Oh, I get a please now?”

Satoru’s eyes sharply dart down to your lips. Your grin faltered at the intensity of his stare. You swallowed, and he tracked every movement.

“You look a bit manic right now,” you said nervously.

“I’ll show you manic.”

You smiled, bumping your ankle against his back. When he glanced at it, you inched closer. His heart leaped to his throat, threatening to come out and get you.

“Are you seriously going to make a move on me now? My heart is broken, Satoru.”

“Is it really?” He grinned. “Or is it just split with me?”

“Okay, smartass,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Just kiss me already.”

Satoru cut the distance between the two of you. He crashed clumsily, making both of you wince, but he tilted his head and suddenly— much better. He held you closer, hoping he could wipe away any other men from your life with all he could offer—him, needy, longing, crazed.

“Satoru—” you tried, but it was swallowed by his mouth, wishing you could breathe his name from your lips to his. This was almost as good as hearing you say you love him anyway.

[zgvlt]

sending your crush a survey form hcs part 2 second years x reader (separate) -> riddle, ruggie, azul

author's note: jade, floyd, kalim, jamil, and silver will be posted separately because of the tumblr image limit, i can't fit them all into one post (also i'm having trouble with massive lag for this post as is huhu)

general tags: gn reader, fluff + attempt at humor, sfw, not beta read, mix of text and images (for images, alt text/image description available)

part 1 w/ first years

character: RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS premise/trope: sending Riddle an "academic survey" to answer

HOW HE REACTS WHEN YOU SEND THE FORM LINK

You've done too good a job at making the link look legit, at hiding your intentions. Using a link shortener like twst.ly so that no preview would show up, talking about how you needed respondents, all that jazz.

Riddle would help any student in need (academically) if he was capable of doing so, he was just that kind of person, but because he liked you he was very willing to go above and beyond.

He was going to help anyway, but telling him things like "I really appreciate you doing this for me," seals the deal for him.

You had a survey that needed answering and you wanted him to answer it because you needed respondents? Well, what if he sends the link to other people as well?

He asks you about how much respondents you still need, though you don't respondent yet. He decides to delay sending it to the rest of Heartslabyul for now, only sending it to Cater and Trey.

Thank the Sevens for that.

Trey and Cater are immediately poking fun at him, telling him to actually open the survey first because they knew that he wouldn't want to send it to anyone if he saw the contents.

"Aren't you lucky you sent this to us and not the rest of Heartslabyul?"

"How embarrassed would you have been if you sent this to the Dorm Leaders gc?"

"Or worse... to Ace and Deuce."

He's rather angry, not necessarily at you (though he is a little bit annoyed, could you not have done something else less... troublesome?) but mostly at himself for not checking first. He should be more vigilant next time.

RIDDLE: Cater said this was a trend, but... I still don't understand why you would make something like this.

You haven't responded yet, so Riddle decides to answer the form all the way through.

In his head he wonders, whatever happened to regular courtship? Like he's not flustered by the whole situation.

Riddle's answers carry that tone where it feels like he's seriously questioning your intentions/decisions, but also like he's trying to answer genuinely. It's almost like he's trying to let you have your cake and eat it too (that is to say, letting you have your fun) despite not being quite sure of how to go about it.

The point is, the fact that he actually answers it is a miracle in itself, and you don't shy from letting him know you appreciate it.

HOW HE ANSWERS THE QUESTIONS

AFTER HE ANSWERS THE FORM

Actively seeks you out in person to confront you about the form. He has a feeling you were being serious about it despite the formatting, so he pretty much confirms that you do like him.

Also asks you why you would want to go about it this way, and most answers don't exactly satisfy him, but at the end of the day he's happy about the results.

You like him, he likes you, and that's what's important, really.

(Though he has no real intentions of telling his mother that he's getting into a relationship, he wonders how she would react if she found out not only did he not ask his s/o out first, but that you did it in such a bizarre manner)

"I don't think I would even give this the time of day if someone else sent it," Riddle tells you honestly, "but because it's you... even something this weird is endearing."

character: RUGGIE BUCCHI premise/trope: sending Ruggie the classic crush form, except you send it when he's busy with work and now he can't concentrate because he's too busy blushing and giggling and kicking his legs at the thought of you 👍👍

HOW HE REACTS WHEN YOU SEND THE FORM LINK

He hadn't planned on viewing any of your messages at first (or anyone's messages, really). He planned on viewing them once he finished up for the day.

But Leona was getting annoyed with the constant beeping, and honestly he was too (like, couldn't they just send it all in one message, whatever it was they wanted to say?) so he moved to view the messages quickly, maybe answer if he felt like it, then mute his phone for an hour.

Except he saw that the messages were from you, and he caught a peep of the link preview... and then he just lost it.

"It" being all sense of focus and comprehension and he knows it's bad because Leona's staring at him weirdly.

"Why are you blushing and giggling like a school girl what the hell..."

Leona just doesn't get it, Ruggie justifies. When the actual love of your life confirms their feelings for you it's enough to make anyone collapse to the floor and weep, and if anything Ruggie is holding up pretty well by, well, still being able to fold a shirt properly in spite of it all.

And then he almost messes up the laundry by mixing the colors with the whites, so maybe he is too distracted after all.

RUGGIE: ya rly hda to go send it now of all times, dontcha?? do ya want me to embarras myself in fornt of leona or smth???? wth have mercy on me

He makes a bunch of typos but he can't be bothered to correct them.

He can't really focus for the rest of the day, and when he's free from his assigned tasks he heads straight for his phone. He should be studying, but he doesn't think he can focus on that at this point without reading the form and just... seeing if you're for real, for real.

Ruggie answers like he's trying to be slick but he also can't help but slip in just how much he likes you and the types of reactions you get out of him.

HOW HE ANSWERS THE QUESTIONS

AFTER HE ANSWERS THE FORM

He needs to call you (honestly would prefer to meet up in person, but it's pretty damn late and he wants you to get your rest and... yeah, the in person talk can wait for a little bit)

Honestly you've just... lightened up his mood, like a lot. Like he just knows he's going to be full of energy and motivation tomorrow, and maybe the days after because of how much happiness you've given him.

You can tease him all you want for his answers and the spelling/grammar mistakes (in his defense, his hands were shaking the whole time!) but he can't even get himself to be too upset by it. You're laughing and giggling and that's all enough for Ruggie's good mood to skyrocket.

After that dies down, though, the two of you end up planning for your upcoming date.

"Don't think I'm not gonna getcha back for this, shishishi..."

character: AZUL ASHENGROTTO premise/trope: sending an s/o application form to Azul, who's been crushing on you for a while now

HOW HE REACTS WHEN YOU SEND THE FORM LINK

Makes sure to check the link properly first since bait links are popular these days (he learned his internet safety from Idia). Messages you in a different platform to ask if you've been hacked.

When you tell him you were the one who sent the link, it still doesn't quite sink in that you're being genuine. Before a crush you are a friend and he does trust you, but a part of him wonders if this is some prank or if someone forced you to send him something like that. You must know how badly he likes you, don't you? Please don't make fun of his feelings like this.

He calls you to really make sure, and with some reassurance from you he finally understands that this isn't something mean, that it was a trend you wanted to hop on, and that you won't judge him for his answers

You tell him that he doesn't have to answer if it makes him uncomfortable, that you just thought it seemed fun, but he tells you he does want to answer it.

"If... if you really consider me as someone who could become your partner... When opportunity knocks on my door, who am I to not answer its call?"

He tries to sound more confident, but inevitably hangs up because he doesn't think he can answer properly with you on the phone. He might end up typing a bunch of nonsense!

Azul struggles with having a fun answer and answering completely seriously, almost like it's a job interview or something. Doesn't realize until the last few questions that there are no other candidates to compete with. Maybe he should have skimmed all the questions first before answering.

The good thing, though, is that you do learn about how Azul sees romance, so even if the whole form was meant as something silly at first you do learn more about him.

HOW HE ANSWERS THE QUESTIONS

AFTER HE ANSWERS THE FORM

The last two questions gave Azul some confidence when it came to pursuing you. There's just something reassuring about actually knowing that his feelings weren't unrequited as opposed to having to make assumptions or having to make the effort to get you to fall for him.

You've already made most of the first moves, from confessing your feelings (albeit not quite in person, maybe he could try doing that...), to being the one to ask him on a date... There must be something he can do. He wants to play on equal ground, make the first move as well.

That's when the idea strikes him. It's not very innovative, but there's no need to fix what's not broken, is there?

Azul sits in front of his laptop for approximately an hour, and when he's satisfied he converts the file into a PDF. It's not a very serious document, even if it's formatted as such, and that's how you know that he's finally eased up.

"Since I've passed the application period, the next step is to sign a partnership contract, is it not?"

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[ 1 ] twst.ly is basically bit.ly, the link shortener

[ 2 ] compared to part 1 (the first years) where it was set post-NRC, this time i set it during NRC. the remaining second years will also be set during NRC, though the third years is mixed 👍

[ 3 ] the text versions of the images are in the alt text/image description but do let me know if you would prefer it to be in the post itself!

[ 4 ] i'm thinking about whether i should continue making the forms manually instead of just using the actual google forms app, it's such a hassle my laptop keeps overheating these days huhu

[nervoustragedyluminary]

Idk why calling transmasc people "cunts" & "bitches" in an insulting way is so normalised by fellow transmascs and trans guys in the Anti-Transmasculinity and transandrophobia tags.... like you realise you're just doing toxic masculinity and transphobia right?

Trans women never asked you to do this and it's pretty transmisogynistic and chauvinistic to claim you're doing it on their behalf or to fight for their liberation when it's actually the same self centred bullshit that predatory cishet men do when they go "I'm a feminist and all men are trash (but not mee I'm one of the good ones)"

the tone of many of these kinds of posts is very "I'm not like those other guys I'm one of the cool guys who is better than all the whiny boys who are behaving like girls (Derogatory) for talking about Anti-Transmasculinity and I'm gonna prove how feminist I am by calling them cunts and bitches and telling them they aren't real men because IMO 'real men' (white pericishet abled men) don't face gender based oppression or talk about facing it"

it's just very thinly veiled truscum "you're a transtrender for talking about Anti-Transmasculinity " BS trying to hide behind "I'm defending trans women & fighting transmisogyny by calling out these whiny bitchcunt tboys who won't man up and suffer in silence for the good of trans women like I do" when you're not even centring trans women in this kind of "advocacy";

you're just doing the classic thing of making it all about your own insecurities with masculinity and attacking other trans people for not being 'stoic' enough about transphobia and violence they face & claiming that trans women benefit from our erasure and silence .

Like you realise most trans women don't see you hurting trans dudes, misgendering them or mocking trans survivors of DV & SA and go "woo yeah this helps me fight transmisogyny & SA and DV against trans women please tell another guy that he deserves to be SA'd or detransitioned for being whiny"

and it's pretty telling of your unexamined transmisogynistic assumptions about how this behaviour must somehow benefit trans women that your first go to for "how can I be an ally to trans women? " is apparently to seek out trans guys and tell them they deserve sexual or domestic violence while calling them bitches and cunts and misgendering them to try to threaten them into silence on issues that effect them

... Just yuck behaviour like how to say you agree with terf rhetoric about trans women being pro DV and SA MRAs without saying it.

Seriously if you want to advocate for trans women and trans fems (and trans neuts) try to actually listen to them and stop trying to use them and their struggle for liberation (which is inextricably entwined with our own) as an excuse to play out this tired self obsessed "I'm more of a real man than you" dominance paradigm BS

And also maybe while you're at it listen to some of your fellow trans men and transmascs talking about their own issues and don't be so quick to assume without cause that they're blaming trans women for Anti-Transmasculinity existing in the first place or that they think trans women as a group are oppressing them.

Like there's a HUGE difference between talking about societal violence from cis people, lateral in community violence and anti transmasculinity and going into terf GC & radfem BS that claims that trans women are "using mAlE pRiVeLeGe to rule the trans community and oppress the poor TIFs" & listening to the good faith discussions and understanding what people actually mean when they talk about Anti-Transmasculinity and transandrophobia actuall helps you to quickly identify and discard BS terf rhetoric that tries to pretend to be pro transmasc rather than just writing off anyone speaking on these issues as "you're just a detransitioner (Derogatory) in waiting you're not a real trans man because real men don't have or talk about problems"

[pokefangamebrainrot]

TEAM XEN CHATFICS

Names-

XxxG34R4xxX- Geara

neved.hollows.11- Neved

DeltaTasia- Nastasia

Dazzlingdarling- Madelis

!Z3TT4!- Zetta

brokenheartedd- Sharon

Eli!Eli!- Eli

R0boRen- Ren

“Setting up the GC”

DeltaTasia: ok have we got everyone here?

neved.hollows.11: I am here, I asked Zetta to invite anyone else that needed it.

XxxG34R4xxX: neved what in the everloving hell is your user?????

neved.hollows.11: My name?

XxxG34R4xxX: thats not. what usernames are for

neved.hollows.11: Well how are people supposed to know that it’s me if I don’t make my user my name?

Dazzlingdarling: You make sure its obvious! Like I do! I mean who else is the dazzling darling of team xen?

XxxG34R4xxX: i didn’t know nastasia had an alt account.

Dazzlingdarling: Not funny >:((((((

!Z3TT4!: ok sharon and eli are joining now.

-> brokenheartedd has joined the group chat!

-> Eli!Eli! has joined the group chat!

brokenheartedd: hi, ty for letting me and eli join 🖤🖤

Eli!Eli!: bonjour, c'est tellement bon d'être ici!

brokenheartedd: eli no one understands what you’re saying…

Eli!Eli!: le clavier ne me permet pas de taper en anglais??

DeltaTasia: tu dois changer la langue de ton téléphone, eli, c'est facile, je t'enverrai un message privé comment

Eli!Eli!: mercí nastasia!!

!Z3TT4!: ok so we’ve got me, madelis, nastasia, geara, neved, sharon and eli. Is there anyone we’ve missed @everyone?

DeltaTasia: can someone invite ren? i’m helping eli with his keyboard so i can't right now. his user is @R0boRen, neved i gave you admin permissions so you can invite him @neved.hollows.11

neved.hollows.11: On it.

-> R0boRen has joined the group chat!

R0boRen: 👋👋

R0boRen: (Reply to @DeltaTasia) Nastasia I didn’t know you spoke Kalosian??

DeltaTasia: i’m a woman of many mysteries and many talents.

Dazzlingdarling: Omg twinning!! 💖✨

R0boRen: R u fluent? I tried to learn when I was younger but it was sooooooo hard…

DeltaTasia: nearly fluent, yes. my mother thought it would help me get into a good school, plus one of my friends spoke it so it wasn’t too hard. Ok @Eli!Eli! test your keyboard here

Eli!Eli!: hello everyone!

!Z3TT4!: does this mean i can finally understand what youre saying /lh

neved.hollows.11: /lh?

!Z3TT4!: light hearted. its a tone tag

DeltaTasia: yes, please use tone tags where appropriate.

neved.hollows.11: I will!

brokenheartedd: ah damn cassandra’s calling us, ttyl, tysm 4 inviting us 🖤

Eli!Eli!: goodbye!

-> brokenheartedd has gone offline

-> Eli!Eli! has gone offline

DeltaTasia: 👋

DeltaTasia: okay we should all get back to work. i’ll send over all my findings on melia & co in a bit when i have time. goodbye.

[camvrin]

me when i lie to the GC using a tone tag

[blamemma]

that's a good point about the language and tone barriers...and i do know from experience sometimes it's easy to have disproportionate responses over blorbo related things. happens to the best of us i guess! it's easy to interpret things online in the least generous way it's just how social media is nowadays. i've been trying to work on that myself. <3

yes exactly! i have probably in the past jumped very quickly to defend daniel when someone else has said something bad about him but like we're all fucking human here. however, i think one of the worst and growing traits on tumblr is most people's need to have a "gotcha" moment about their least fave. to have a hit post that is full of hater-isms, so that they're deemed funny or whatever by fellow haters. i've seen it more and more about various drivers and it's like....just enjoy ur blorbo and move on. i just don't have an interest in calling people names in tags, especially when for some people, it might just be a genuine language barrier or a different read of the article. and like i said, it literally makes you NO BETTER than the people who are being the original haters? before i posted about that daniel article, i was in the gc's being like "guys as a daniel fan, am i being ignorant and is this actually rude or not?" cause like yeah, we can be blind towards our favs and i just think it's sometimes better to take a step back rather than react straight away?

[writingmeraki]

project : get the guy — enha hyung line smau.

SYNOPSIS : chaos ensues when you're assigned to do a project with the four supposed "cool kids" of the university and even more chaos when apparently one of them likes you, just that you have no idea who.

( or thinking being assigned with Heeseung, Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon would end with a successful project, a good grade, and perhaps even in Mr.Jeon's good graces was probably your biggest misconception rather you ended up with more irritancy for humans, possible grey hair from dealing with their questionable sanity, them having to deal with you *shivers* but on the bright side who would have guessed you might have just gotten yourself your dream boy? )

PAIRING : enhypen hyung line x gn!reader, ?? x gn!reader.

GENRE : short smau & written, crack/humour ( attempts ) angst, fluff and romance.

WARNINGS : attempts at humour, sexual jokes/suggestive tones, sunghoon ( yes he’s a separate warning ), possible making out, cussing, kys/kms jokes, mentions of alcohol…etc ( each chapter will have its own warnings )

FEATURING : all of enhypen, namjoon & jungkook ( bts), wonwoo & mingyu ( svt ), chaewon & sakura ( lssfrm ), more to be added !

STATUS : ongoing.

TAGLIST : OPEN.

CURRENT TAGLIST : @strxwberry-skiess ; @whippedforbeomgyu ; @urszn ; @cha3w0n-hearts ; @cassie6392 ; @nicholasluvbot : @xiaoderrrr ; @eleanorheartschishiya ; @wonunuwoo ; @antonsgirlfriend ; @aygotnobitches ; @dimplewonie ; @hoeinthehouse ; @belovedsthings ; @cookiesandgravy ; @deffnotnia ; @winuvs ; @riksaes ; @sol3chu @starchasing-cryptid ; @lilactangerine ; @mawhve ; @rairaiblog

! PROFILES.

the slayers 🙏™ | F4 ( at home edition ) 🔥 | da krabby patty secret formula 🙀

¡ CHAPTERS.

project #1 : this is literally targeted hatred.

project #2 : fuck the correction he don't deserve that.

project #3 : we are 🚫NOT🚫 on the same level.

A/N: ah yes here we go, a remake/repost of this smau that I never did in fact write! i found the gc screenshots I made and suddenly it inspired me to want to write this cause there was potential 😔 tagging the people who asked to be tagged before ( the og post ), lmk if you want to be removed ! but hope you like this as much as I'm excited because I have the profiles ready and first chapter almost done :D let me know what you think!!

all written works as well as images and edits (unless credited) belong to pri. do not plagiarise, repost, re-edit or claim as yours. pics mostly found on pinterest.

writingmeraki Ⓒ 2024

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[inthecaseofgaaraofthesand]

why is it that the people in my gcs that use tone tags to be as ~authentic as possible~ are usually the most disengenuine people I know?

[pretty-little-kannagi]

Look, a lot of people are just full of shit and will try to convince YOU that you are full of shit, don't listenz keep on slaying, queen

Here is a better explanation of the situation <3

Tw for ableism I suppose.

Okay so this all started over me asking them to use tone tags since I barely understand toneThey said that it was unnecessary, and in one of their other messages, claimed that I knew when they were joking (I didn't, I just never said anything because I was afraid of angering them like a weak bitch)

We got into an argument, I said a lot of people use tone tags, like autistic people They responded with "I- are you autistic 💀" which REALLY set me off and I went " wow, thanks for making fun of autistic people."

They got mad cause they have autistic friends so they couldn't be offensive to autistic people because of that!1!1!!!111!!

I just gave up because I didn't want to argue because I felt myself getting heated and didn't want to snap on them (I wasn't even yelling, I was talking civilly.) And they kicked me out of one of our gcs and called me an annoying bitch and now we're here 😌

And now I might get tested for autism again over this when I'm older and can actually get into my mental health cause it is a shit storm

[stupid-o-clock]

sorry im posting mainly screenshots but i said almost everything i wanted to in that gc already so theres no need to retype it

i said when did i say the joke ab his sa and he did show screenshots so i apologised, i genuinely didnt remember doing that and it was wrong of me. obv an apology wouldnt do anything but like- i didnt know he was mad about it. and he said "U can tell i was visibly offended dont even" 2 which i basically replied "yeah but i cant tell tone apart and thats why i use tone tags" lolll

but then this pissed me off the most:

like dude- WHAT? uve got to be kidding me does he seriously think i have no trauma bc i havent been sa'd like how he has?? fucking insane i swear.

[chocolate-aisha]

hershi, but... picrew. make him cute!!

picrew links = TL - TM - TR || ML - MM - MR || BM

I would like him to have a human reference some day. these are some inspirations ^^ (ft. girlshi!). I would like to see your neopet characters as a human, too!! (if you make them in picrew also, I’d like to see!)

[calif0rnia-lovers]

goodbye rituals.

join my gc for updates since tags are acting weird

a/n: my last rio fic was smutty, so this one is soft.

requested kiss challenge: jealous kiss + rio

pairing: rio x his wife | rating: 💙 | words: 942

sum: rio feels some type of way when you give his son a kiss, and not him.

Rio’s eyes reluctantly move from the soccer match playing on the screen at the sound of your heels against the kitchen floor.

Resting on his elbow, he’s on the living room floor washing down his third slice of pizza with a beer. His son Marcus is sprawled out on the rug right alongside him, chin propped up in his hands, his wide brown eyes glued to the screen.

“Alright,” you huff, stopping alongside the sofa. “I’m heading out.”

“You sure?” Rio asks.

You've made this announcement at least three times in the last hour, only to return back to your bedroom for a new outfit. He glances back at the tv, long enough to see what sparked a cheer from the fans, before allowing his gaze to drift back to you. This time, your husband's eyes linger on the black fabric accentuating your curves.

The black dress is by far one of the simplest in your closet. That meant there were no patterns or eye-catching slits to draw eyes away from the fact the dress appeared to be made perfectly for you.

“What type of dinner you say this was?”

Your eyes lift from your purse to find your husband’s brow arched, his beer bottle hovering a few inches from his lips.

You ignore the question and return to the task at hand--finding your car keys. Rio knows exactly where you’re going. It is Saturday evening, which means you're heading out to have dinner with friends.

That doesn’t stop him from adding, “dressing up for your boyfriend tonight?”

“Of course,” you wink, squatting down to place a kiss against Marcus’s hair.

The action is enough to pull the young boy’s gaze from the television. A grin brightens his face as Marcus tips his head back, permitting you to leave a second kiss against his forehead. You leave a third against his cheek, his arm reaching up to give you a hug.

“Don’t tease daddy too much when his team loses,” you whisper.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay, I love you.”

“You too.”

“Alright, bye, babe. I’ll text you when I get there.”

"K. I love you."

The ringing of your phone pulls your attention back to your purse as you stand. Your fingers brush over your husband's shoulder as you pass. The gesture pulls Rio’s gaze back to you, but you’re heading towards the door before he can blink.

“Hold up, aren't you forgetting something?”

Your husband’s question causes you to pause. The furrow of your brow deepens as you turn on your heels, your focus returning to the living room.

“What...oh,” you start forward with a smile on your face.

Rio tilts his head back expectantly. His brow furrows as you reach past him to retrieve the blue keychain from the nearby coffee table.

“My keys.”

“...the keys…” Rio echoes as you answer your ringing phone.

It only takes a moment for him to find his feet. Rio’s strides catch up with yours just as you reach the door. His hands find your waist, stopping you from taking a step further.

All regard for your phone call is thrown out the window. His left hand easily swipes the cellphone from your hand.

“What--Christopher!” Your eyes widen as he hangs up the call. “That’s so rude!”

“Rude?” Rio releases a dry laugh. His playful eyes betray the seriousness of his tone. “Rude, was you trying to walk out without saying goodbye.”

“Stop being dramatic. I said goodbye.” You step forward in an attempt to escape his grip. It's ironclad.

You catch sight of Rio's rolling eyes as you turn to face him.

“You mean that half-ass goodbye?” The warmth of his palms finds your face, his gaze meeting yours. “I can’t get a kiss, a hug, no half-ass ‘love you’, nothing?”

Although it is your turn to roll your eyes, you can’t deny your husband the smile he is looking for.

You let out a tiny sigh before responding. “Goodbye, Christopher. I’m officially going to be late thanks to you. Love you.”

Rio's brow arches as you lift your hand. Palm up, expectantly awaiting your cellphone. You bite back your budding smile as Rio’s head shakes softly. He makes no move to release you or to pass over the phone.

“You’re so annoying,” you mumble as you take in your husband’s expectant gaze. Your eyes briefly close as Rio's smile grows. You say the following words slowly, making a point to leave a pause between each. “I love you.”

“You wouldn’t be late if you would’ve just said it earlier,” Rio chuckles. His words come out muffled as he stops to press a kiss against your forehead.

“Now,” you lightly press your hand against his chest, putting a small distance between your bodies. “Can I please have my phone back?”

Rio takes a moment to consider your question. The amused smile stretched across his lips lets you know the answer before it is spoken.

“Nah, we're not done." Rio's head shakes, his arms wrapping around your waist keeping your body against his. "You were really gonna sit up here and disrespect me like that?”

“Disrespect you?” Now it’s your turn to laugh, the sound dropping his playful gaze to your lips.

“In my own house,” your husband adds. “Kissing someone else and forgetting about me?”

"Someone else?" You giggle. "You mean your son?"

"Doesn't matter," Rio challenges, his grin stretched from ear to ear.

Your head shakes, your voice lowering as your lips press against his cheek.

“Jealousy is not a good look on you.”

The kiss you place against his lips is not enough. Rio's grip tightens around you, keeping you in place until he's satisfied. His lips press against your forehead as he releases you. Despite finally being free, you step forward to bring your lips back to his one more time.

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rio/johnny t: @kimljn @binooo98

[forbidding-souda]

since im already here im gonna leave another yasuhiro request because gosh darnit i love that man ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ

can we get some yasuhiro x m reader hcs where the reader gives yasuhiro the silent treatment after he says something really dumb/offensive and yasuhiro is trying everything he can to apologize?

(you don't have to, but if the reader accepts his apology at the end, could you write that he smothers them in kisses ok thank you (｡>﹏<｡))

Yasuhiro Hagakure trying to apologize after saying saying something dumb and making his boyfriend give him the silent treatment

i'm not doing daily posts again but I'm so fucking bored right now so I'm writing once again LMFAO I got this batman comic but it ended up being a volume 2 but harley is in it so I'm still gonna read it even though I hate reading just random volumes in stories which is a little stupid but

also update on the man I'm with since he's all I can think about uhhhh we are sharing clothes with each other and calling each other pet names which is so fucking hadnjksfdh because I'm friends with a girl he was fw and awhile ago she mentioned all the things they ain't never do together and ykkkk I be doing them with himmm.. I got him to start using tone tags for me (which turned into the gc using them) and I'm the only one who's unmuted on his phone. my contact name even has a <3 HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I call him hvlambisha holitopa because it means "my most treasured and beloved Bat" in my language since he's EMO.

currently listening: training wheels by melanie martinez

playlist: spotify blend

-Mod Souda

❤ He just be saying shit sometimes. There is a certain trait of his that you had to learn about through experience. He won't realize that something he said is offensive until he sees your reaction. Words slip from his mouth all the time, and sometimes he can catch them before he finishes his sentence (as in, he's offended you with it before, and he's learning his lesson).

❤ When he finally says something that really irritates you, the first thing you do is squint at him. Is he going to take it back? Is he going to apologize after he realizes his audacity?

❤ But no, he just continues.

❤ I don't think he'll notice the silent treatment until like a the next day ngl.

❤ He'll be like "oh they must not be in a good mood," and then google what to do and it'll be like give them space and he's like okay!!!

❤ And then it doesn't get better and he's like wait I think they mad at me...

❤ He will like be awkwardly scratching the back of his neck trying to figure out if he should approach you or not. Like literally, that's what he's doing, and you can see him in the corner of your eye.

❤ He'll like leave some snack out on the kitchen counter with a small note that says sorry :( in his sloppy handwriting. That's his first move.

❤ He is like - what do they do in the movies? Is he supposed to buy flowers?

❤ What flowers should he buy?

❤ He does not end up buying the flowers but god was he thinking about it.

❤ He mostly focuses on brainstorming. If words cause the problem then maybe words will help solve it?

❤ He still leaves tiny things around that he knows you like along with notes.

❤ He decides that if those won't work then he will just confront you and apologize.

❤ The thought of making you more upset is what lingers in his mind so that's what prevents him from apologizing immediately. Give them space, give them space, give them space. That's all that's in his head.

❤ When he finally does apologize he does so by walking up to you, trying to make it look like everything is perfectly fine. He tries to look confident but it doesn't work. You can see sympathy written all over his face (at least!).

❤ He stumbles over his words a little, which you think is cute. You honestly get a bit prideful seeing how much he cares about you, he obviously feels very bad.

❤ "It's okay," you say. "It's perfectly fine. Thank you for apologizing."

❤ When your hand cups his cheek, he absolutely melts. He missed your touch so much.

❤ He smiles and wraps his hands around your chest, bringing you in and pressing kisses to your cheek, his pecks trailing up your temples and to your forehead. "Thank you so much!"

❤ "What are you thanking me for?"

❤ He pauses. "I don't know."

❤ After rolling your eyes, you grab his face and press a kind kiss to his lips.

[chif4yu]

McToman gc messages pt 5

## from mikey’s point of view this time and also I’ll be adding tone tags sometimes for those who need it!

pt 4 • pt 6

[basementinternet]

I am literally so tired rn man but it's too hot to sleep so whatever

Kind of wanna try the uh....roleplay finder tags on here, half out of curiosity and half of wanting an rp partner/friend, anyways...

DNI before: Basic criteria, no large age gaps, no proshipping, no fetishizing of nwlnw/nmlnm.

No fandom roleplays as I am not really in any fandoms and don't plan on getting into any as of now.

I'm Lumi

I'm a gay trans man and I use all pronouns ; He/It preferred

No flirting/petnames please, even as jokes, I am in a relationship and flirting makes me uncomfortable.

I just turned 18 in January so 17 and up is preffered, I use discord over tumblr dms so feel free to add me or dm me your tag

My time zone is EST but my sleep schedule is wild L

My discord: ׄ ۪ ﹆˳ ׄ 𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒#8854

Anyways

☆ 1v1/A group of 3/4 or small/big group roleplays (long term) ; We can do discord dms/empty gc/server

I also don't mind being invited to discord servers but they do give me anxiety.

I definitely want someone who will match my energy + will also rant about ocs and isn't only focused on roleplay since I do enjoy just talking about my ocs!

I enjoy having casual convos outside of roleplay, please note my rp responses are on and off because of life stuff but I am usually up for regular convos!

I do try and match the length in rp but I'm semi-lit

☆ I have alot of ocs, most are uploaded to my Toyhouse (slightly out of date), all are human but can be changed/adapted for plots!

I am always willing to make new ocs tho :>

(TWs for ED + SH on Iida's, Neglectful parents on Rami's and gender dysphoria, SH, religious trauma (Christianity) + transphobia on Bo's profiles)

Favorite themes are college/high school/modern but I adore fantasy, sci-fi, and utopia/dystopia things too!

I enjoy romance, angst, and just generally funny/chaotic stuff

I love shipping ocs...

I will not do *any* NSFW

I should respond pretty quickly but it is a little late for me, we can discuss all the info and boundaries in dms!

Please note I am autistic so please be careful with tone and be patient as I do struggle to understand things sometimes,,

I also draw too so yk, might get free artwork of your ocs 💪

Feel free to just shoot me a dm and stuff!

Using any and all tags to spread this 🙏