#gender envy question mark

[shesunety]

His presence is filling me with envy and I feel like sucking on a darn grenade.

Boy, am i conflicted.

is this a crush? is this a squish? is this gender envy? is this aesthetic attraction? is this romantic attraction? is this sexual attraction? what the heck is this? i guess we’ll never know

[epichnopterix]

listening to ROAR perform live and going insane how he can just shift to a really fucking high octave on a whim

[reverse-the-tower]

helluva boss s2 ep5 spoliers

omg

OMG

THIS EPISODE WAS AMAZING

[kookjinnies]

user kookjinnies coming thru with the gif 🙏 bless

*bows and curtesies* thank you, i actually blacked out whilst giffing that <3

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Can you write a joe goldberg x reader where they are out at a bar and the reader gets a lil too tipsy and flirty with another guy and joe gets all jealous and it ends with them dry humping and making out against a wall outside the bar??? I love your stuff ohmigod

omg yes absolutely! and thank you so much, you're so sweet <33

Jealousy, Jealousy (Joe Goldberg x gn reader)

Warnings: SMUT, Joe has jealousy issues lol, reader is a little tipsy but they're still sober enough to consent, dry humping, heavy making out (against a wall), slight exhibitionism, hickeys/biting/marking, brief degrading/Joe has a slight humiliation kink here, gender neutral reader so genitalia and the like aren't specified

Five minutes. Five minutes, that's all he'd been gone for, just to come back to see you hanging off the arm of some other man.

Seriously?

Joe scoffed as he glared at you from the corner, watching you place your hand on the mystery guy's chest and whisper something that he could only assume was needlessly provocative into said guy's ear.

That should be him that you were hanging off, him you were whispering in the ear of.

Scowling, he quickly made his way over, not even bothering to apologize to the few people he managed to bump into. "Hey," he greeted in a tense and strained voice, looking like he was about to crack a tooth from how hard he was clenching his jaw.

At first he thought that maybe it was a mistake. Maybe you were too drunk to realize that guy wasn't him, maybe you hadn't even noticed that he'd left, maybe you'd just so happened to cling onto the nearest tall, attractive person with dark hair under the assumption that he was your boyfriend.

Until you glanced over, and he saw the cheeky glint of mischief in your eyes and the shit-eating grin on your face. "Oh, baby, hey," you drawled out slow and lazily, your speech a little slurred from the alcohol that was currently pumping through your system. "Where have you been? I was looking all over for you. I was so worried."

If he'd been a cartoon, his face would've been bright red with anger and steam would've been seen coming out of his ears. "Don't 'hey, baby' me," he snapped while grabbing your arm, not hard enough to hurt you but certainly firm enough to where you couldn't wiggle away from him. "We're leaving, now."

"Aw, but I just made a new friend," you replied with a pronounced pout, giving him your best puppy dog eyes in hopes of winning him over.

But he was having none of it, refusing to even acknowledge the guy as he furiously dragged you away (the guy in question was fortunately smart enough to leave well alone and let you go without protest).

"I'm never taking you out again, do you hear me? Never again," he practically scolded, his long legs moving almost too fast for you to keep up with.

"But baby-" you loudly began your complaint before he grabbed you by the collar. You felt the breath get knocked out of you as he roughly pushed you up against the wall of a nearby alleyway outside the bar.

"Enough," he snapped harshly, his eyes full of pure envy as he glared at you. The sexual frustration he was fighting with was so strong you could practically feel it pressing against you. Or maybe that was just his hard-on in his jeans. "What have I told you about flirting with other guys, huh? What did I say?"

Huffing, you averted your gaze from him, well aware of the answer he was looking for. "Not to," you grumbled with a childish pout, not enjoying the way he was currently reprimanding you. "But it's not my fault you left me all alone in there."

"I had to use the bathroom," he hissed out through gritted teeth, his patience starting to run thin. "That doesn't give you the excuse to go cozy up to some other guy like I don't even exist."

"Aw, baby, you know I didn't mean to," you purred out in that sultry tone you always knew worked on him, one of your hands slipping down to fiddle with the hem of his pants as you spoke. "I just missed you, y'know? I was lonely and needed something to help me pass the time. I'd never actually cheat on you with someone else, you know that."

As much as he hated to admit it, the charm you were trying to win him over with was working. "Come on, don't try to seduce me when I'm mad," he muttered half-heartedly as your fingers slipped through the belt loops of his pants and used them to tug him in closer, his hips pressing flush against yours.

The corners of your lips curled upwards into a smug smirk when you realized your plan was working. "I missed you so much while you were gone," you continued in a pathetic sounding tone, your hands letting go of his pants so you could wrap your arms around his neck instead.

The growl he let out sounded heavenly, like music to your ears. He trapped you up against the wall of the alleyway while his hands moved to grab onto your hips. "Don't tease me," he warned in a low voice, but you simply snickered in response.

"Make me," you whispered back, and that was all it took for the floodgates to open up and all of his self-control to crumble as his lips met yours in a passionate embrace of teeth and tongue.

"You can be such a brat sometimes," he mumbled into your mouth, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip after. He could tell just from the look on your face how much you were enjoying yourself.

"Only with you." Those three little words caused his grip on you to tighten as he jolted his hips into yours, relishing at the sudden feeling of friction between you.

There was no possible way for his cock to get any harder, but somehow it did. "Say- say that again," he demanded in a soft and breathy voice as he leaned his forehead against yours. "Say that you're only like this with me, that you only do this stuff for me."

You knew exactly what he wanted, of course. He wanted validation, he needed it, even. It was something he was so helplessly desperate for. He needed you to reassure him that there would be no other guys, not now or ever, that he was the only one. And with the pitiful way he was staring at you, how could you ever refuse?

"Only for you, Joe. You know I only have eyes for you, babe," you murmured before grabbing the collar of his coat and tugging his lips back to yours in another passionate kiss, one that was even more intense than the last.

He couldn't help but start to grind against you, acting like a dog in heat with the way he was dry humping you right up against the wall of some random alleyway where anyone could look down and see you. At that point, he didn't care who saw. He just knew that he needed you, and he intended on having you, one way or the other.

You, on the other hand, were delighted and even giddy at his eagerness. Normally you'd be a bit more hesitant to have your boyfriend get so handsy with you in a semi-public place, but the alcohol running through your veins gave you just enough of the liquid courage needed in order to successfully banish those fears away and replace them entirely with the overwhelming experience of lust you always had for him whenever he became possessive like that.

The whimpers and pants that exited his mouth uncontrollably were just the cherry on top, the previous look of rage at having another guy touch you being completely overtaken by his primal urge to take you and make you his. You let out a noise that was a cross between a moan and a sigh when you felt his lips meet your neck, biting and sucking at the area in an attempt to mark you, to claim you as his and his alone.

The pace of his hips was unrelenting as he kept you pinned to the wall, the feeling of his boner rubbing against you through the fabric of your pants making you just as crazy as he was. "God, you're such a fucking slut for me, Joe," you commented mindlessly as your fingers curled through his hair, directing his mouth to a lower spot on your neck in the process.

Your words didn't seem to upset him, and if anything only happened to turn him on even more. He buried his face further into your neck while gripping onto your hips so tightly you were certain he'd leave marks behind, his movements in tandem with yours as you'd started to thrust upwards in an attempt to match his speed.

When he finally came, he bit his lip so hard he almost drew blood, trying his best to muffle the humiliating sounds that were doing their best to creep out and escape from him. You finished soon after, your body tensing up and going limp from the amount of energy you had drained from you.

"Second round at home?" You questioned once you were able to catch your breath, to which he merely letting out a short laugh and pulled your body closer to his.

"As long as you promise to never flirt with another guy again," he bargained in turn, just as exhausted as you were even if he was also itching for more.

He was so naive for thinking that would be the one and only time you'd ever purposely flirt with somebody else. With the kind of reaction you'd managed to gain from him, this was only the beginning. It was decided: you'd have to make him jealous more often.

End notes: I love writing smutty joe fics omg

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[nightlyrequiem]

hiya!! ^_^

zoinks!!! Gender-specific request!!!! 😵‍💫 fem!reader :3

lounge singer!reader x val, where theyre both mutually pining because teehee!! and then one night reader sings 'Valerie' by amy winehouse and mark ronson (?? I think) and val immediately decides its for her!!!! 😈

then val confronts reader and shes (reader) is like 'yeah i did that hehe' and they engage in ..... uhhhh!!! lesbianism!!!! :P

i plucked this idea off of @jooseboxxe!!! All credits due fourth (ФωФ)

thank youuu!!!!! 💫💫

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Had a lot fun writing this. I'm almost done the first chapter for the actual lounge singer fic!!! it won't be like this, not exactly anyway. Excited for that :3

I love when women engage in lesbianism. Maybe I'm just biased though

Tags/Warnings: WLW, Lounge Singer Reader, Mutual Pining, Referenced Sex, Sexual Tension, Confessions

Valerie

Valeria isn't the type of person to keep other people around for very long. Unless they can continuously prove themselves to be useful, she will drop them without a second thought. For so long she tried to come up with reasons as to why you were useful to her. You weren't benefiting her cartel, weren't a foot soldier, didn't have any information. She wanted any reason at all because an actual reason meant it wasn't because she was falling for you.

As she watches you sing on stage, highlighted under a light glow in a shimmery dress that shows off some of her favourite features, she knows that she has fallen. Valeria hates herself a little for it. For letting herself get so attached. Maybe it could be justified - not be her fault - if you two were sleeping together. It happened only once. When Valeria had stayed late to check inventory and clean the bar herself. A break from the cartel. You had stayed late with her. A few too many drinks in both systems and the rest is a memory. One she thinks of often.

Nothing had happened since. You were friendly and actively sought her out for casual conversation, not a thing people do regularly, and she didn't mind. In fact, she liked talking to you. Your voice was as smooth and soft when you weren't singing. You are different to the people from her world. Not hardened and malicious. Just a woman with a voice and a passion. She rests her chin in her palm and closes her eyes, allowing your voice to wash over her and drown out all other sounds. The way your voice raises and lilts on certain notes reminds her of when she had you under her. crying out a similar melody.

If it were just sexual, Valeria would be fine. She tries to tell herself that her preoccupation is just that, but she knows better than to actually believe it. While she wouldn't mind having your legs hung around her shoulders again, she also wouldn't mind taking you to dinner. Hearing you laugh at something funny she said. Laying next to you and falling asleep. Learning your passions and fears. You feel so far away and unobtainable despite staying late most nights lates just to talk to her. Asking her all kinds of questions like you actually have any interest in what she's saying. You even remembered her birthday. Even remembered that she doesn't like cake, so you bought her an expensive bottle of chardonnay instead.

The soothing lull of your voice fades when you finish your song, and she opens her eyes. Admiring and envying the easy smile gracing your lips. She doesn't recognize the song you begin to sing. Upbeat and longing. Her heart stutters when you sing 'Valerie' for a split second she thinks it's her name. You look past the other patrons, right to her. Staring so intensely that she thinks even though the name is off by a letter, you are singing about her.

It's hard to focus on the rest of the performance because all she can think about is that you're singing for her.

The night crawls to an end and she can't close up the bar any faster. Valeria is desperately, and pathetically hoping, that this is one of the nights you stay late. She wipes down the same counter with distracted repetition. Casting impatient glances towards the dressing rooms where you disappeared to. Soon enough, you emerge from the dark hall, still in your dress, fine jewelry glinting around your wrists and neck. Valeria glances away.

You walk up to her and take a seat at the bar. 

"What'd you think of the show?" You inquire.

"It was good." Valeria says, setting down the rag. "It's always good."

You smile. "Yes, you always seem to think so."

"What was the last song you sang?" Valeria asks. Giving you a look from the corner of her eye while she cleans glasses.

You stare back. "Valerie." You say.

"Valerie." She repeats. She sets down the glass and looks at you. "I don't like tiptoeing around people, and I don't like it when people play games with me."

Yor smile falters, shifting into something more confused.

"... what?"

Valeria frowns. "Did you sing that for me?" 

She watched you shuffle, eyes darting away from hers. "I did." You say without hesitation.

"Why?" She presses.

"What do you mean 'why?'" You scoff. Eyes snapping back to hers. Something familiar dances in them. "I like you. I thought that was obvious."

It was obvious. To anyone it would've been obvious. However as much as Valeria isn't the type of person to keep other people around, she's also not the type of person to be kept. She's attractive, and rich, and has the allure of power but under that shiny wrapping paper is something rotten. Valeria isn't something you can just say you 'like'. Something so innocent and juvenile. You either haven't gotten the chance to see beneath that exterior or there's something wrong with you.

You chew the inside of your cheek waiting for her to respond. Disappointment flashes across your face.

"You don't like me back." You say. 

"... I wish I didn't." Valeria admits, her voice carefully flat. Her words look like they sting. The room is quiet and tense. Valeria can't take it anymore. Slowly, she walks around the counter, circling you like a predator. You turn your head, tracking her. It's smart to not have your back to her.

She comes to a stop in front of you. Eyes scanning your face for something. Whether or not she finds what she's looking for doesn't matter. Valeria grabs ahold of your arms and pulls you into a searing kiss. Fingers dinging into your skin like she hates you. Her tongue meets yours with aggression. You give in without a fight. Pulling her closer to you, feeling the hard and soft lines of her body against yours. She pushes you against the counter and you use your hands to lift yourself up. Letting her step between your legs. You lock your ankles behind her back to keep her close to you, like if you don't she'll get scared off and leave.

She clumsily paws at you through your clothes like she's never touched a woman before. grabbing at your breasts and waist. You pant into each other's mouths like animals. Pent up from holding yourselves back from doing what you've been wanting to do. Your own hands explore her like it's the first time again. Roaming over her biceps and back. Grabbing at her firm ass. Being one again is the only thing that feels right. Natural.

"Um..." 

Valeria jumps and pulls away, wiping away a string of saliva connecting her mouth to yours. Her gaze darkens and your glad the look isn't directed at you as she glares over her shoulder at the intruder.

"What?" She snaps. Her body blocks you from view of whoever it is that interrupted you. A fact that you're glad for.

"Sorry... just... there's an issue at one of the-the warehouses. Diego needs your help." The man splutters. Either embarrassed at having walked in on such an intimate moment, or fear from the look Valeria is giving him. Maybe both.

Valeria hesitates. Like she's tempted to send him away so she can continue. She runs a hand through her dark hair and reluctantly lets go of you.

"Yeah, okay I'll check it out." She says gruffly. The man takes his cue and leaves swiftly. Valeria turns back to look at you. There's a glimmer of that previous heat but her expression has softened.

"... Do you actually like me?" She asks, staring at you unblinkingly. It almost makes you uncomfortable but you can't look away. "Or do you just want to fuck me?"

You wet your lips. "Can't it be both?" You murmur. "Maybe I want to fuck you because I like you."

Valeria considers your answer.

"Then let me take you out on a date." She orders.

Your heart swells. The rush of endorphins making you feel slightly giddy. "Well, if I have to..."

Valeria scoffs and leans down, kissing you softly. "I'll see you tomorrow." She murmurs. Pulling away and leaving you to sit in the empty bar alone.

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🫐 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 ( p1harmony )

❛ In which you undergo a profoundly personal transformation with the support of your doting boyfriend, Jongseob.

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐛 + trans boy reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )

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꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ Definitely at the very top of my favorite pieces I've worked on, it was so incredibly self-indulgent (I'm masc non-binary, for context). Am I the only one who gets insane gender envy whenever I look at him? Anyway, this piece was requested by my wonderful 🩷 Anon! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated! Requests are currently open! Enjoy! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Established relationship, Y/N recently came out as a trans guy, Jongseob cuts your hair, non-sexual partial nudity, Jongseob helps you put on your new trans-tape, mentions of anxiety and relief, extremely soft fluff.

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 )

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Your formerly long hair lies scattered on the bathroom floor, a silent testament to the transformative act that has just taken place. The once familiar cascade of locks is now a mere memory, replaced by a new, lighter version of yourself. Your gaze meets the mirror, and you are confronted with an image that is almost foreign yet curiously comforting. There is something soothing about the new reflection, a symbol of change and renewal that resonates deeply within you.

Jongseob stands behind you, his presence a steady anchor amidst the sea of change. His eyes are soft with a mixture of care and concentration as his fingers navigate through your wet hair. He holds a pair of scissors with a gentle grip, every snip measured and deliberate. The usual meticulousness he brings to everything is evident in the way he trims your hair, his subtle anxiety betraying his desire for perfection. It’s clear he wants this moment to be as perfect for you as it is significant, his love and attention to detail blending seamlessly into his every movement.

On your bed, the brand new roll of trans tape he’d ordered online sits untouched in its packaging. It is a tangible reminder of the heartfelt surprise Jongseob prepared for you after you confided your greatest secret to him. The gesture, though seemingly small, carries a weight of emotional significance—a symbol of his unwavering support and the deep bond you both share. It is a testament to his understanding and acceptance, a touching affirmation of his commitment to stand by you through every step of your journey.

As Jongseob finishes the impromptu haircut, a grin spreads across his face, reflecting in the mirror. His hands gently scrunch up your freshly cut hair, molding it into soft curls that will dry into a new shape. The satisfaction in his expression is palpable, his pride in the results evident as he admires his handiwork. The moment is imbued with a sense of shared triumph and intimacy, a celebration of not just a physical transformation but the deepening of your relationship—a bond that has grown stronger through vulnerability and trust.

“What do you think?” Jongseob asks, his voice floating in from a realm that feels almost distant compared to the whirlwind of emotions you are experiencing. The question hangs in the air, mingling with the sound of your pounding heart, which feels as though it might escape from your chest at any moment. The change in your appearance, marked by the dramatic reduction in your hair's length, has an almost liberating effect. It feels as though a heavy burden has been lifted, replaced by a newfound lightness and freedom.

As you turn to face Jongseob, your face lights up with a smile that seems to stretch wider than you ever thought possible. It’s a genuine, unrestrained expression of joy and relief, radiating across your features with an intensity that is both beautiful and profound. The act of hugging Jongseob tightly becomes a physical manifestation of the immense gratitude and affection you feel for him. It’s a silent thank you wrapped in the warmth of your embrace, a way of conveying the depth of your emotional release and the significance of his support.

In that tight hug, you find solace and a shared moment of triumph, your new look symbolizing not just a change in appearance but a step towards embracing a truer version of yourself. Jongseob’s presence, so close and reassuring, anchors you in this moment of personal victory, making it all the more meaningful. The joy and relief you feel are mirrored in the closeness of your embrace, a tender affirmation of the bond that strengthens with each shared experience.

The remnants of your once long hair lie scattered across the bathroom tiles, a silent testament to the transformation that has just taken place. As you peel off your shirt, revealing your bare torso, you feel a sense of liberation. The act of shedding your clothes, like the shedding of your hair, symbolizes a deeper release, an embrace of your truest self.

Jongseob is absorbed in the task of unwrapping the trans tape, his voice a soothing murmur as he explains the proper way to use it. His words flow continuously, a gentle reminder of his care and dedication, but your focus drifts with each step he takes closer to you. The proximity of his presence is comforting, though it makes it hard to concentrate on anything but the fluttering emotions within you.

Every now and then, Jongseob steals a kiss on your cheeks and jaw, each touch tender and affectionate. The gentle press of his lips against your skin makes you giggle, the sound light and joyful. He carefully tapes the fabric onto your chest, his movements deliberate and attentive. You watch him through the full-length mirror you own, observing the way his expressions shift with concentration and care.

By the time Jongseob finishes his task, you are overwhelmed by a surge of emotion. The euphoric difference the tape makes is almost too much to contain, and you find yourself pushing back tears. The sight of your new appearance, paired with Jongseob’s loving attention, brings an intense wave of relief and happiness. The emotional weight of the moment is palpable, a mixture of joy and gratitude that touches the core of your being.

“You look so handsome,” Jongseob whispers into your ear, his breath warm and intimate against your skin. He stands behind you, his arms encircling your waist in a loving embrace. As you catch glimpses of him through the mirror, his eyes are alight with a depth of love and admiration that makes your heart flutter uncontrollably. The intensity of his gaze and the sincerity of his words make it impossible for you to maintain eye contact, and you find yourself looking away, overwhelmed by a soaring sense of joy.

Without waiting for a response, Jongseob moves towards your bed, where your carefully chosen outfit lies neatly. He picks up your brand new shirt with a sense of purpose, his movements smooth and deliberate. As he helps you put it on, the sight of your chest appearing flatter and more aligned with your true self fills you with an overwhelming emotion. The change is profound, and the reality of it tugs at your heartstrings, causing tears to well up uncontrollably.

Jongseob holds you close, his words a gentle, repetitive murmur that reassures you of his pride and admiration. “I’m so proud of you,” he repeats, each phrase infused with genuine affection. As he kisses the side of your head repeatedly, the touch of his lips is both soothing and affirming, reinforcing the bond you share and the significance of the moment. His tender embrace and heartfelt praise become a sanctuary, enveloping you in a cocoon of love and validation as you navigate the depth of your emotions.

As you finish dressing, you find yourself captivated by your new, masculine appearance. The reflection in the mirror reveals a transformation that feels both affirming and exhilarating. Your gaze is interrupted when Jongseob excuses himself into the bathroom, carrying his familiar backpack filled with spare clothes. The wait feels interminable, each minute stretching into what feels like an hour as anticipation builds.

When Jongseob finally emerges, the sight before you brings tears to your eyes all over again. His long blond hair has been styled into whimsical space-buns, adding a touch of playful charm to his look. He’s applied white mascara and a hint of blush, enhancing his features with a subtle yet striking glow. The pink sunglasses perched on his nose add a splash of color and fun. He wears a black and white striped sweater, its distressed holes lending it a well-loved, worn feel. Completing the ensemble is a long, flowy black skirt that swirls gracefully with each movement.

Jongseob’s grin is a mixture of excitement and nervousness, a reflection of his own emotional journey. As you take in his transformed appearance, you feel an overwhelming surge of affection and admiration. You rush to embrace him tightly, the hug conveying a depth of emotion that words alone cannot capture. “You look so beautiful,” you tell him, your voice filled with heartfelt sincerity.

His cheeks flush with a rosy blush at your compliment, the effect of your words visibly touching him. The warmth of his blush and the radiance of his smile combine to create a moment of shared joy and mutual admiration. The connection between you is palpable, the exchange of affirmations deepening the bond you share and celebrating the beauty of each other's true selves.

With both of you ready, you set out for a nearby park, the anticipation of the evening adding a lightness to your steps. The park, bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun, provides a picturesque backdrop for your picnic. You find a cozy spot on the grass, spreading out your blanket and settling in.

As you begin to enjoy the picnic, the conversation flows effortlessly between you. There’s a natural ease in your dialogue, a comfortable rhythm that makes the moments feel both intimate and joyous. The simple pleasure of feeding each other blueberries becomes a delightful ritual, the small, sweet bursts of flavor adding to the sense of shared contentment.

The sun dips lower on the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow over the park. The soft light reflects off Jongseob’s face, highlighting his features with a gentle radiance. Each laugh and smile is amplified by the serene setting, the beauty of the moment enriched by the perfect harmony of your company and the tranquil surroundings.

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[crystallizedtwilight]

first hi there seen your stuff on pinterest and really liked it two tell me why the eff your lock and barrel designs scratch an itch in my brain way to well like i could literally sit here and read all of these little mini comics for horus and never get bored just bc of the way you draw these two like bruv obsessed especially with the clothin like... gender envy question mark???

Thank you! I'm so happy to hear you enjoy my art style and character designs! The most heartwarming messages to receive are those saying that the way I draw a character helped someone feel seen or helped them discover how they want to dress. It is amazing to me that my designs can be meaningful to someone in that way 🩷

[yanderes-galore]

Could you make a yandere alphabet for Death from Puss in Boots?

I know some questions, specially the "Quit", are pretty obvious, but i still want to see how you're gonna answer them.

Sure! This is my new take on Death so it's different than his concept :)

Yandere Alphabet - Death

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, "Kidnapping", Death (Of course), Soft yandere, Slight sadism, Possessive behavior, Envy/Jealousy, Forbidden love, Brief mention of biting/marking but it doesn't happen, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

I'm going to try another way to write Death in this like what I did with the Jack Horner Alphabet.

Death is a sadistic individual, sure, but he also holds respect for life. Death would watch over his darling until their time is up. If you aren't arrogant and live life to the fullest, he won't chase you.

Although, Death certainly isn't expecting to fall for a soul such as you either.

Death mostly observes the one he holds dear as his job makes him wait in the shadows. Maybe you'll see him occasionally, a wolf parading as one of the living. You may not even suspect Death himself to be chatting with you.

I'd say his obsession can come off as intense.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

There's no doubt Death likes to get messy. However, he respects life around him. He can't recklessly kill those around you. As a result… he restrains the urge and decides to simply guide you away from them.

Who knows your fate better than him?

No one does.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Abduction for Death is most likely your time coming. Death isn't really cruel towards those who live a full life. He'll chase you if you fight him, but he respects you.

You are the soul he wishes to keep. He doesn't want to take you to the afterlife just yet… or ever, really. He wouldn't mock you unless you deserved it for being arrogant.

He simply wishes to guide you as a Grim Reaper does.

He just wants you to rest… he'll watch over you like he always has… don't fight his embrace.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Other than taking your life and showing he cares… not much.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Death isn't very vulnerable. He cares for you and you have a hold on him… but he tries not to show it.

Hard not to notice when he passes you soft looks or keeps delaying sending you to the afterlife though.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

You fighting back ignites his urge to hunt. If you tried to fight fate he'll take it as a game. Although… games have to end at some point, dear.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Chasing you is a game and he'd love watching you escape. However, what he feels for you isn't really a game.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When he reveals who he really is and takes you away. In a world full of magical creatures, it isn't too weird to be talking to a wolf. However… you never knew this wolf was Death.

He always gave a fake name and always appeared when you needed him. You were the Grim Reaper's guilty pleasure, someone he shouldn't be visiting in the living world.

But then he became a friend and companion to you.

So when he revealed who he was and that he loved you, you couldn't believe it. You may even try to run when he says your time has come. It's unfortunate…

But you can't fight fate for long… you'll come to him in the end… he knows you will.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Death's goal is to guide your soul. In the end he is meant to take you to the afterlife. However… he doesn't want to part with you.

He's been part of your life for so long. As a friend… along with watching you from the shadows. Even if you went to the afterlife, he'd still look to visit you.

He wants to keep you as his… both in life and death.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

If Death gets jealous he copes silently. Any lashing out he'd probably take out on his next arrogant target. He can't interfere… you're meant to live a full life with a love of your own… but he'll be waiting for you.

You'll be his eventually.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Death starts by watching you from afar. He's simply meant to observe. That's all he's meant to do.

Then Death starts getting attached. Soon he goes against his usual protocol and manifests to befriend you. It feels wrong.

Yet oh so right….

His obsession is kept on the down-low and he plays the charade of a living being. He keeps an eye on you and appears when you need him most. It soothes him…

Right up until he can claim you.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Death doesn't do much courting. He befriends you, maybe compliments you, but he mostly observes you. His interactions with you are through a facade.

He's playing his cards right to soothe himself. 

He's patient and will wait until he can strike. Then he'll lead you away… claiming your soul as his. He isn't as bad as you think… you'll see.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

I'd say so, he has to bend rules to be around you.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Naturally I want to say biting and clawing to mark you, yet that's a bit too OOC for this version. Death doesn't want to punish you unless he has to put you in your place. No… he wants to keep up the persona of being a guardian.

He's someone that cares about you… even after passing.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

You'll have some freedoms in the afterlife, in fact about as much as you did in life. The only difference is Death looks after you a lot more.

But really… When has he not?

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Extremely patient, it's in his job to be patient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No need to worry about this, you dying just brings you to him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

A little but it's the job. He would not let you go.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

I'd say curiosity.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He tries to comfort you and say things will be okay. He'll make sure you're happy. If anything… you're safest dead. No one can hurt you….

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

His whole character is different.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

None.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not unless necessary.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere but would follow you to the end of your days to have you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A long time… your lifetime, actually.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Unintentionally/No.

[arcade-writing]

Hello!! I wanted to possibly request a ghost x trans male reader smut? Possibly w knifeplay and breeding?

Also hope you are doing amazing!! 🫶

Long overdue

🍋 nsfw

Pairing: Simon "ghost" Riley x transmasc! reader

Warning: fem & masc ways to describe readers body, implied T-dick, mating press, sir kink, breeding kink, some talk of pregnancy and family, overstimulation, minor knife play, teasing, creampie, dirty talk, unprotected sex, reader is made semi flexible for these positions to work, stomach bulge, pussy slapping, edging, sadistic! Simon, masochist! Reader, manhandling, slight pregnancy kink, possessive sex, he's harsh yet sweet

Ngl when it comes to breeding kinks I'm abit out of my element. I'm not exactly sure what people wanna hear. So I hope this wasn't too bad 🙏 it's one of those kinks that's pretty new to me as a concept I get and isn't one I usually read

Normalize trans men discussing these kind of things without judgement in a dominantly cis male environment. Men can be fathers and "mothers" (if they'd like to use that term) and I don't think that's a bad thing. People want what they want and things like this shouldn't be so strict with gender.

I wanna apologize for taking so long to getting back into writing, I'm sure if you're following me you'll know I've been pretty inactive and focusing a lot of my oc's at the moment. I got deep brainrot and got some other personal stuff that's really sapping me of my motivation. I kept getting a lot of burn out and it's honestly annoying because I still have things I'd like to write. I like to make jokes that it's asexual burn out; just too much sex stuff but low-key starting to feel like that may be it.

I hope this can make up for it or atleast, show I'm still interested in writing for y'all

It wasn't often you were allowed to breathe. Able to just walk the streets without firing your gun at the enemy. You let out a sigh as you and the team patrolled the city streets, people clearing out of your way. Avoiding your eyes as you watched them roam. It wasn't often you let yourself think; it was risky in a profession like this. Letting your mind wonder could be the fatal mistake that finally gets you killed.

But here you were. Longing gaze at a couple across the way. A baby gurgling and squealing in their hands. You use to think baby fever was a myth; you weren't, what you considered, parent material. Besides, the chances of you having one after taking hormones for so long were slim. You doubted you could anyway.

Was it because you were in a relationship? Well - could you call it that? It was complicated but you did find Simon more than attractive even if there were times his personality could be less than ideal. But you were no sunshine and rainbows either. War changes you.

You never had much of a instinct for those type of things but yet. You couldn't look away. Couldn't stop the somber twist of envy in your gut, placing your hand on your stomach. You just wanted to pinch it's cheeks. It was almost aggravating how cute that baby was. Smiling and laughing. Their soft chubby cheeks still marked with the food they were eating. Blonde Stray wisps of hair.

"something the matter?"

"ah-! Oh, no, just - isn't that baby so cute?" You cooed. Shoulders slumping as you smiled up at your fellow solider.

Soap shook his head, an airy laugh leaving him. "That's what gotten you so distracted?"

"what! I can't help it! It's like seeing a kitten, so cute and so- AUGH-!"

You wanted to slap yourself. What was coming over you? This was really getting embarrassing.

"Why don't you say hi to the wee bugga?" Soap suggested. "We can take a short moment to say hello, can't we lieutenant?"

"alright." He sighed, shaking his head sound more thant reluctant at the question. "But no more distractions, after that." He gave you a pointed look as he jabbed his finger at you. You hastily nodded.

You, Soap and Ghost, who insisted on lurking behind you, all marched closer.

"hello." The couple greeted. Nervous smiles struck on their faces. Eyeing the guns strapped to all of you.

"Greetings, who's this?" You asked, raising a brow as you waved at the baby. You almost let out a gasp as the babies fat finger wrapped around yours. Pulling your hand closer to it's face.

"Ah, this is our son, Gabriel."

You hummed, laughing as the baby refused to let go of your hand. For a being so small, they had such a strong grip. You tried to gently pry yourself but the baby just let out an "Augh" in defiance.

"Strong grip, no doubt he'll be a real fighter when he's older - maybe we'll have the honour of meeting again, protecting families like yours."

The couple nodded. Cooing at their baby as it tried to take a bite of your finger.

"looks just like ya, twins you are." Soap huffed out a laugh, jabbing Simon in his chest, his voice soft. It was a surprise you even heard it. You heard Ghost let out a grunt, no doubt rolling his eyes. Your eyes wandered from Ghost back to the baby. You could see the resemblance. It was really in the eyes, same shade of blue.

You wonder.....would Simon be a good father...? You know he has family issues so you doubt he had any desire to have this own. But maybe he did? Somtimes he'd make small comments that left your heart racing; the implication was there but you never really took the chance to think about it too deeply.

You shook your head. Finally, little Gabriel let go of your hand and you sent the family a wave goodbye. As you walked you kept letting those thoughts pile. "I wouldn't mind having a kid...." The words suddenly blurted out of your mouth. You could hear a choke from one of the other men.

"Oh? Wouldn't think you'd be interested, considering-" Soap said as he gestured to you up and down. Cringing a little at his own words.

"usually I wouldn't really be jumping to the idea but- who knows, besides I can adopt If I felt like it."

Your eyes locked With Simon's. He was staring at you. His emotions were completely hidden. You couldn't tell what he was thinking at all. Just staring. Digging holes into your very being. He remained mostly silent for the rest of the patrol. Making a few snarky comments here and there usually prompted by Soaps endless chatter and jokes.

When you met up with the rest of the team they were all laughing. The enjoyment of a more relaxed day getting to all of you, leaning on the table as they chatted amongst themselves.

"This trouble maker here, made us stop for to say hi to a baby, already trying to enlist the new forces."

You groaned as you shook your head, the team chuckling as they watched your frustration. "I thought it would be a nice comment to make!"

You let out a sigh. "it's just- I don't know, I'm thinking about my life after this, ya know? When we finally get back home, I can't be the only one who's wanted to start a family."

"you ain't." Gaz shrugged. "Plenty of men here think about it - some more than others." He scowled a little in slight disgust. Remembering the horrendous locker talk he's heard from other Soldiers.

"I've never considered getting pregnant but hey, I also didn't think I'd be enlisted in the army for this long."

The team let out another bark of laughter. "You're telling me." Price teased.

Simon grabbed your shoulder, you snapped your gaze up to him immediately, lips parting as he glared down at you. "I need to have a word with you." He looked at the rest d the team. "In private."

There was a chorus "oooooh" from Soap and Gaz as price told them to pipe down. You nodded and followed Ghost out of the hall, trying to keep up your confidence as he lead you to his room. You looked side to side to make sure you wouldn't be spotted before following him In.

You couldn't deny the fire that burnt at your veins. Anticipation slowly boiling you from the inside as you waited for his next words.

"Pants, off."

The door slammed behind you. A loud twist of the lock confirming your privacy. You tried not to grin as you began to undo your trousers. Slipping free from the heavy material as you stepped towards him.

"jacket aswell." He sat on the bed, arms folded as he watched you. You could just see the peak of outline of his cock through his pants. It made your head spin as you began to shrug off your jacket. Leaving you in your boxers and undershirt.

"Someone's desperate." He teased.

A small noise of confusion left you as he curled a finger towards himself, motioning you towards him. You shuffled over as he grabbed at your thighs, parting your legs.

"Written all over your face, begging to get fucked like the slut you are."

You gasped, breath hitching at his words. Chewing at your lip as he pulled you towards him. His hands trailing between your legs, parting your sex with his thumbs through the fabric of your underwear. Shivering at the sensation.

"Just want this needy cunt of yours used, don't you?"

You nodded. He let out a laugh, enjoying how shy you're getting under his attention. He patted the bed and you immediately climbed on, he settled himself behind you. Keeping your legs wide for him.

"let's get it nice and wet for me, so I can fuck you properly."

His fingers reached between your legs. Immediately finding your dick, considering how often he fucks you there was no doubt he could do it blindfolded, beginning to rub and tweak as he felt your dick throb under his touch. Easing you into the pleasure before he gave it a small pinch. You cried out at the sudden explosion in your nerves. His fingers suddenly speeding up. Your eyes fluttering as you leaned into him.

"Simon-!" You sobbed out. His fingers continued to mercilessly rub at your dick through your boxers. A prominent wet patch forming as you squirmed. His legs locked around yours, making it impossible as you tried to wiggle away from his touch. Your head threatening to fall into the mattress as you used one hand to keep you propped up. Your nails digging into the sheet.

A sudden smack made you squeal. His gloved fingers smoothed over your clit. Gently rubbing it as you bucked your hips. Returning to his fast pace as soon as he could see you unstiffen. Rushing you back over that edge as the cord in your stomach tightened- oh god- SMACK-! you cried out as you throbbed. You were so close....

"Look at you - so desperate." Another smack.

"Please Simon- I've been good-" he rubbed slow tight circles, letting out a hum. "Please let me cum." SMACK. you mewled at the sting as your eyes rolled back. "I've been so good sir-"

Choking on your gasp his fingers suddenly sped up. Your hips kept bucking into his touch as he lightly pressed down. TOO MUCH- OH - FUCK- your orgasm crashed over you. You didn't even realize how loudly you screamed. Hips stuttering in the air as your back arched violently. Stars in your vision never fading as he only continued. Letting out a sob as your second orgasm was forced out of you.

"p-please-! Too much-!"

"I'm giving you what you want."

You gripped his hand as you whimpered. Grinding into his ruthless touch. Your third orgasm speeding towards you. Stars filling your vision once again before it was ripped from you. His hand stilling completely as he rubbed your hips. Soothing your twitching muscles. You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a whine.

"you're soaked through." He stated. Sliding the knife from his thigh strap. Trailing the full edge up your shaky thighs. With ease he twirled it between his fingers, pointing the dull side of the blade to your clothed cunt. Dragging it slowly along the wet patch, moving the knife to the bed.

"You're desperate for a cock you can't even handle."

He guided your hips back, your sexes pressing together as he harshly thrusted forward. You rolled your hips back, looking back at him with your lip between your teeth. Pleading eyes staring into his own.

"I will - I'll take it-" you whined out as you keir grinding against him. "Please.... fuck me."

You stumbled as he suddenly pushed you forward. Standing up, holding the knife with a firm grip. He circled around, now before you, grabbing hold your leg as he yanked you towards him. Snatching both of your ankles in his hand as he positioned you to his liking. You whimpered as your back hit the mattress, staring up at him through glossy vision. Trying to restrain the smile threatening to appear on your lips.

You loved it when he was like this. Manhandling you. Ruining you. You could see that fire in his eyes shine everytime he left another mark on your skin. Everytime he made you drool and sob from overstimulation. You knew he'd only give you what you can handle; he'd never push you further unless you begged.

"You wanna get fucked, huh? Ain't you cute, begging for me." He scoffed out a laugh. The knife in his hand tugging the fabric of your boxers. Marveling at how the material was practically glued to you. Completely soaked from your previous Orgasms.

The dull side merely grazed you; leaving you whimpering. Breath hitching as the cold metal stung at your heat. "Hold still."

And you did. Holding back every urge to flinch as he slashes and dragged the knife through your cloths. Barely hitting a snag from how sharp it was. Completely exposing you; his eyes were trained on the glistening sheen sticking to your thighs. Clenching at air as you clutched the bed.

He shoved the knife back into it's holder. Tugging at the belt of his pants. You couldn't stop the small trail of drool escaping past your lips as you watched him take out his cock from his boxers. Giving himself a few slow jerks, smearing his precum along the thick head.

"please.....Sir... please....." Your legs already felt strained as he kept your ankles locked tight in his grasp. Threatening to push them over your head as he rubbed his cock against your weeping folds. The tear in your boxers keeping him flushed against you as he grinded. You mewled as it peaked out. Your hand shakily reaching out, rubbing the head of his cock as more pre-cum began to ooze. Biting your lip as you pushed it back down to your hole. Guiding him inside, letting out a whine each time it came out. Smacking against your clit.

"seems I need to prep you more, still so tight." He let out a breathy chuckle. Taking joy from your desperation but you weren't gonna quit. You shifted your hips up more, Aligning yourself up to him. Practically pulling his cock deeper inside with each clench. "atta boy -" He let out a groan as he finally snapped his hips against your ass.

Adjusting himself more as he crawled onto the rigid mattress. Putting you into a mating press. Your hands clawed at his arms as he thrusted into you. Each smack of skin echoing through the room. Only getting drowned out by the sounds of your moans.

"fuck- feel that?" His fingers pressed into your stomach. You could feel the bulge twitch everytime he fucked into you. "Like how that feels? Stuffed and feeling that pretty tummy of yours get bigger - bet a slut like you would want more."

"how about this big?" His hand hovered just above you're stomach, you could hear the grinning in his voice as you whined. "Or...this Much?" He kept raising his hand, "You'll get a nice belly after I'm done, won't stop until I know you're stuffed, you want to keep being bred? Tell me, use your words."

you finally broke, letting out a pathetic sob as you nodded. "PLEASE-! breed me- take me- I want it- I want you-!"

"That's it, good boy."

He let go of your ankles, knees digging down into the mattress as your clutched your thighs, holding them in the air as his hands planted either side of your head. Angling his thrusts into that perfect spot that had you clutching and shaking around him. His pace brutal as he slammed down into you. you could barely catch your own breath from how fast he was fucking into you.

"Who do you belong to? Say it." He grabbed your chin, holding you in place as your eyes fluttered. Drool pooling out as you tried to let out the words form a knot in your throat.

"You sir-!"

"and who's the one fucking you like this? Making you feel good." His voice was deep. Practically growling. His face was still covered by his mask but you could see that spark in his eyes. glaring down at you, challenging you.

"you sir-!"

He leaned down, you let out a loud squeak as he was about to hit even deeper inside. Eyes locking as he spoke once more. His breathing growing more heavy.

"and who the fuck am I?"

"Simon-!!" He rolled back his lips and slammed into your hole. Letting out a deep growl from his throat as he tried to regain his energy. Settling for hard deep thrusts.

"Louder."

"Fuck- SIMON!"

As soon as he was able to get his pace back he was fucking you like it was a end of the world. Wasting no time; the head of his cock kissing that pleasure spot over and over. His pelvis grinding against your puffy clit as you tried to meet his thrusts.

"That's right, scream it for everyone to hear, let them. Know who's taking you." He was panting, eyes rolling back as he felt how tightly you were hugging his cock. You were so close already. He could feel it. Feel how you gushed. Could listen to wet slap of your pussy for hours knowing it was him that was doing this. Knowing he was the one ruining you for any other man. He practically built you to be his perfect toy to fuck.

"Stuff you full - want me stay inside you? Keep you nice and plugged up or would you rather I put a thick toy in that desperate cunt of yours? Have you walk around and act like my cum isn't trickling down your thighs."

"I know they want a piece of you, I can see how they look at you, I wonder how they'd like watching you spread those nice legs of yours and show off how much I stuffed you - watch it drip out and all over the floor."

He couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh. "Bet they'd beg for a taste."

You couldn't even bring yourself to speak. Far too flustered to even think. You could see it in your mind so clearly. Shivering as you could feel the phantom sensation of lips between you legs; hungrily sucking as they taste you and Simon's cum.

"clenching so hard - that got to you, didn't it?"

"Simon- I'm gonna-"

You squealed as he pinched your dick. Legs clamping down onto his waist as you tried to jumped away from the sting.

"Not until you admit it."

Your mouth open and closed. Grasping at words that melted immediately on your tongue.

"You want to be everyone's little whore, spent up toy for the team, get bred by so many men, hell- pass you around one by one - is that why you were so insistent on acting up this morning? Trying to get them thinking about how much they'd want they to knock you up."

You cursed as he began to rub your clit. Tapping it with his thumb before moving it into tight circles. "YES-! FUCK-! SIMON-!"

He let out a shaky groan as his hips slapped into your ass. Burying himself inside completely as you came, ricocheting his own release. Thick ropes of cum coating your cunt as he fucked it inside you. You went limp as he kept filling you up. Revealing just how pent up he was. Completely stuffing you with his one load already.

You panted as you laid there. He rubbed up and down your trembling thighs. The ache soothing under his firm touch as he rolled onto his back. Keeping himself flushed to you, helping you ride out your orgasm as he moved your hips for you. Slowly fucking you up and down his cock as he spilled every last drop inside.

"Fuck...." He sighed. Hips stuttering as he slowly grew limp. "That's it, take it all, good boy."

You whimpered as he locked his arms around your middle. Keeping you pressed against him as you both panted. Completely wiped out. You nuzzled into his shoulder as you felt your eyes begin to close. Needing a few minutes to regain your energy. With how lively that look in his eyes still were, you'd need it - especially feeling how his cock was now semi hard again.

He was going to make good on his words.

[michellemouse]

Hiya! I'd love to know more about your OCs, especially Michelle and Gwenlynx! 🙂‍↕️ Feel free to answer my questions if you're interested!:

What is Gwenlynx's personality like? Who is she friends with and does she have any enemies? Also, what is Michelle's personality like when she's by herself? And, what kind of hobbies does she like to do? :] finally, what is Michelle's relationship with the other main members of the Mickey and Friends cast?

Hiya!! I appreciate that you're interested in my OCs! It's something that I really like and it encourages me a lot 😊💕

Now, answering ur questions:

Previously, Gwenlynx would have a similar personality to Brat(from ppgnk): cocky, arrogant, someone who cares 'bout her very beauty, and possibly an "evil bitch personality"

Even her first design was similar to Brat's. It was then modified for the simple reason that it seemed very simple

Currently she still has some similarities with said character but other than that, she has her own unique details!

Gwenlynx has two best friends and these re: Michelle and Zierra

(although she usually gets along quite badly with Zierra, but the two of them understand each other)

She also gets along well with Louis, Mark Beaks, Launchpad, Mortimer and Gladstone (the latter being her boyfriend)

Of the ppl she mol gets along with re: Zeke Midas, Scrooge, Huey, Drake, Lena and Mickey

and finally, the ppl she doesn't like/hate re: her sister, Dixie; Magica de Spell, Minnie, Goofy, Clarabelle, Donald and Daisy (this being her enemy/rival)

Now, talking 'bout Michelle...

her personality is usually more fluid than her gender itself JSJJSJSS XD

Let's remember the reason why Michelle hates Minnie

"And what is the reason?"

very simple... ENVY/jealousy (although I won't mention the last one)

Once again I will remind you that, canonically, Michelle uses a wig and some artificial things (such as makeup, false eyelashes, etc)

She usually locks herself in the bathroom to... how to put it?... "to despise her ugliness"✨️ (Only once did Mortimer discover/find her crying...)

Michelle's hobbies are (or maybe): collecting star stickers, drawing (often), annoying/invading Minnie in her boring moments lmao

AND FINALLY (finally but FINALLY!)

This image represents a bit of how Michelle relates to the members of the Mickey and Friends se cast:

Through questions u ask me 'bout this I can answer them! ;)

I hope my answers have been helpful to you! ^^♡

[rjthirsty]

Ikemen Princess Prologue

Based off the otome game Ikemen Prince, I've created an AU where the princes are (mostly) female, and MC is male. Several character names have been changed to suit their new gender (notes will be provided), and lore has been altered to work with the new setting and my accompanying headcanons.

Words: ~1.5k Tags: AU with Gender Changes, My First Long Fic, Chaptered, Scheduled Release A/N: You can find this and other chapters located on my ao3 account or on the Ikemen Princess Masterlist on my tumblr blog. Emmit = OG Emma/MC, Rina = OG Rio.

Chapter One: A Story That Starts in a Bookstore

Have you ever dreamed of a love as sweet and delectable as candy? What about a love as bitter as black coffee? Or as tangy and sharp as citrus fruit?

The world has always been full of love stories, each one a little different in its own way. I had read so many of them, but each time, I was reminded that I’ve never known what it’s like to love someone like that. I’ve felt the warmth of friends and familial love, that comfort of hearty abundance that fills you up. And I’ve felt the love that is innocent and gentle, the kind that blossoms when people are young and inexperienced.

Most people my age had already fallen in love, gotten married, and started their own families. And sometimes I envied that. Sometimes I wondered if it was time to stop dreaming about the sort of desperate love that makes you want to sacrifice everything. Sometimes I wondered if what I felt in those early relationships was all that love was, a contentedness that you didn’t mind continuing on.

And yet…

I was spending another day reading, another day yearning for a love so all-consuming you’d risk your life to hold onto it. Would I even know it if I saw it? I wanted to be caught in the sudden torrential downpour of emotions and swept away by the floodwaters of desire. I wasn’t ready to let go of that hope that there was something more out there than I had experienced so far. Just a taste of the tales I read about.

“... Ahh, that was so amazing!” I sighed wistfully to myself as I closed the book I’d just finished. The bookstore where I worked was quieter than usual that afternoon, and I had managed to dedicate my full attention to the last few chapters of the story. Another story that would mark another wish for the love I was looking for.

I continued to stare at the closed book in my lap, gently brushing my fingers along the worn cover as I replayed in my mind that love I was so enthralled with. My stare a million miles away, still watching the romance that had tied the couple together in the pages I had turned through. It was no surprise that the sudden shadow that fell across the counter in front of me, accompanied by an enthusiastic voice, caused me to jump a mile as it shook me from my reverie.

“Did you finish your book, Emmit?”

I made a very unmanly “eep” and nearly tossed my book out of my hands at the innocent question from my unexpected guest who had probably been there for some time. It only took a moment to recognize those sunny blue eyes that had gone wide from my sudden squeak.

“Wait– Rina?! What are you doing here?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!” She said while pulling a face, looking like she was trying not to laugh at my outburst and that it was extraordinarily difficult to manage. She gave a shrug and another radiant smile as she answered, “I wanted to see you, so here I am.” Swinging her arms out she splayed her hands as if presenting herself.

I blinked, “Yeah, it’s okay– the scaring thing. I don’t mind. It was my fault anyways for not paying more attention to my surroundings. It’s just been so empty today, I guess I got a little carried away in reading. But… shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Oh, that.” she chuckled and waved a hand dismissively, glancing away towards a nearby stack of books, those seemingly the most interesting things in the world. “Yeah, I quit the day before yesterday.”

I nodded and followed her eyes to the stack of books, not even the types of things she was usually interested in. Yeah, she’s avoiding my gaze. “Uh-huh… You– uh, you quit, huh?”

“Yep,” she popped that ‘p’, clearly she wasn’t interested in continuing the conversation of why she wasn’t working anymore. “So now I’m searching for an even better job!”

“Mn,” I grunted with a nod, trying not to let the sigh be heard as I trailed an “Again…”

Rina had been in this position more than a few times by this point. We had a similar conversation a few months earlier, and a few months before that, and I was a little worried by this point because it seemed that there was something fundamentally opposing Rina’s attempts at stable work.

I didn’t fully understand it, she was good with her hands and a fast learner. She was friendly and rarely had I seen her having a bad day - if anything, she was almost too peppy. It’s true that she was clumsy sometimes, but she said she ‘quit’ this one, not that she was fired for some sort of damage resulting from her clumsiness.

“So… why did you quit this time?” I dared to ask.

Another shrug from Rina before she perked up with an answer, a smile blooming on her face as those sky blue eyes turned on me, “Isn’t it obvious?” She gave a little nod as if she were trying to convince me that I already knew the answer. “Because I belong to you!” Planting her hands on the counter, she leaned towards me, dipping to level her gaze to mine.

Gah! When she looked at me so earnestly like that, I almost wanted to believe the things she said. I could get lost in those endless sunny skies, her blonde bangs feathered around her gaze only highlighting how much they resembled a clear summer’s day.

“Since when?” I managed to ask while keeping my voice steady.

“Heh. Ever since the day you saved me, of course. I decided to devote myself to you, body and soul!” A bat of her eyes told me she was playing this up as per usual. Why’d I believe she was about to be serious with me for a minute? “But that means I can’t really work for anyone else. They’ll want to take my time away from you, and…” A tilt of her head and a single shoulder raising towards her ear before slumping back down gave me the answer I was expecting.

“What you’re really saying is, you don’t want to tell me why you quit.” I said flatly.

I would never forget that day three years earlier, when I had found Rina passed out near a rarely used road in the pouring rain. I took her in and helped her get back on her feet, and I didn’t regret a single thing about it. She’s a good friend and very important to me now, but sometimes it feels like a cute, cuddly puppy imprinted on me that day.

“Hey, I’m a hundred percent serious here!” Rina pouted, though it didn’t last for long, she leaned to peek behind me to the office where the owner managed the bookkeeping. “Which reminds me, is the owner here today? I wanted to talk to him directly about letting me work here with you– I’m sure I can convince him this time!” Determination shined in her eyes, she was ready to fight - and by that I meant beg and plead because he had said no more times than I can count and Rina never brought anything new to these applications groveling attempts for employment.

I grimaced. “I hate to tell you this… but he left yesterday on another trip to get more stock.” I dropped my eyes to the book still sitting in my lap, lifting it to slide onto the counter I was sitting behind. Somehow lining the edges up seemed very important at this moment. “He’s not going to be back for ages.”

Rina melted onto the counter, lamenting, “Oh no! Now what am I going to do?”

I knew I should suggest that she find a different job, clearly she wasn’t going to have a conversation any time soon with the bookstore owner, but she looked so sad, like a puppy who’d just been kicked, and I couldn’t respond in such a callous manner.

“Okay, hey, it’s okay,” I reached out and patted her on the head as she lay sprawled on the counter, eyes already tearing up. “So maybe you can’t talk to him directly right now, but… Oh! Why don’t we write him a letter about it?”

Rina moved so quickly I gave a start and snapped my hand back, fearing she’d smack herself in the face with it as she jumped up from her melodramatic puddle on the counter. “What? Really?!”

And here she was, back to her old self.

“Yes, really,” I chuckled, feeling reassured at her excitement. “Honestly, I could do with the extra help, most days are not so quiet in here, especially when he comes back with boxes and boxes of new books!” I started mentally tallying all the work that came with new materials the owner would bring back from his travels. Cataloging and rearranging shelves, not to mention taking an inventory of all the new stock he’d have, and I’d have to read some of them myself– just to make sure they’re ones I could recommend, of course.

“Emmit…” I was pulled back to the present by Rina’s soft voice. “Thank you. You do so much for me, and– that settles it, I’m going to call you ‘Master’ from now on!”

Bewildered, I leaned back in my chair from the force of her declaration, the title ‘Master’ making me dizzy. “Okay– no, now you’re taking it too–” But before I could finish my thought my stomach decided to cut me off by loudly announcing how empty it was. I glanced down at my stomach’s poor timing, then back up at Rina who was also shifting her eyes from my belly to meet mine.

I was flushed already, the creeping heat headed towards the tips of my ears as well.

“... You didn’t hear that, did you?”

Rina grinned so big her eyes crinkled nearly closed. “Loud and clear, I’m afraid!” She turned and dashed towards one of the nearby bookcases, pulling out a small cart and wheeling it towards my spot at the counter. “But don’t worry, I know you better than you know yourself sometimes,” she beamed triumphantly.

Wait… is that one of the book carts? When did you manage to–

“I thought this might happen, so… ta-dah!” There was a cloth covering the cart, and with a dramatic flourish Rina lifted it away.

“Oh, wow!”

My eyes grew wide as I took in the pile of goodies Rina had put together. There were fresh truffade oozing with cheese, rose-shaped pastries, candied fruits, apple beignets, honey cakes, and more. They were all foods I was used to seeing at festivals, but I had never been offered so many of them all at once before.

“It’s lunchtime for me, too, buuuut I kind of bought too much and I don’t know what to do with it all. My eyes were bigger than my stomach. So I was hoping you’d share it with me, so it doesn’t go to waste.”

I tried not to drool and willed my stomach to stay silent this time. “Well, if you’re going to offer, I’m not going to say no! Thanks, Rina, you’re a lifesaver!”

She handed me one of the rose-shaped pastries, and as soon as I bit into it, I was beaming at her. The delicate layers of flakey pastry wrapped around thin apple slices was more than appealing to the eye, it was a delicious mix of sweetness and the bite of tart from the apple.

“Mmmmm,” I couldn’t help but happily hum my approval, finishing the rest of the pastry in no time. “So. Good.” I licked at my fingers, the residual sugar clinging to my skin, as my eyes wandered the other offerings on the cart. “But, this is all festival food, right? Where’d you get this all? Is there a festival happening?”

It was now my turn to lean to peer behind Rina, looking out the large glass door to see if I could spy anything from the bookstore. The street looked as empty as it had all day, no unexpected traffic to note.

“Are you feeling okay?” Rina had set the cloth aside and was reaching to brush my short bangs back from my forehead. “Don’t tell me you forgot? It’s Rhodolite Foundation Day today.” I had only a moment to process the thought before her nose was nearly touching mine, those blue eyes all I could see as she pressed her forehead to mine to test the temperature.

[worldseer]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Oh lord, top ten of ALL media I loved? Fuckin' hell. Alright, just to cheat, I'm choosing to do this in no particular order and sticking to one media because I frankly do not have the capacity to process top favorites all at once. TOP TEN OF MARVEL COMICS/MCU IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier - Heavily relate to his issues, I've been told I look like him, and overall I love his character. Been obsessed with his character for years now, and I want nothing more than for him to be happy.

Moon Knight/Mark Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley - Steven Grant is heavily relatable to me, and Moon Knight in general has always been interesting to me. I learned about the character before the show itself, and even his design itself draws me in. I'm a sucker when his cape makes the crescent shape too.

Ghost Rider - Nonspecific simply because all the Ghost Riders I know are badasses. If I had to be a hero/have the powers of any Marvel character, I'm choosing this one. Love the idea of the character, and wish it gets a good adaptation for film/tv show soon

Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner - Gender Envy. Also heavily relate to him because of similar issues. Consistently struggle if I want to be him or be with him.

Gambit/Remy LeBeau - I love a sarcastic man with a bit of fruitiness, and a smug ass face. Also his powers are interesting as well, and he's frankly a genius for using playing cards as his usual weapon (mass produced and several on hand).

Spider-Man - Also nonspecific, since I grew up on watching Spider-Man cartoons so I love Peter Parker, but also after ATSV I've gained an interest in Miguel O'Hara as well. Peter in the comics always has my heart however, some of the lines he has in them are iconic as hell.

Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto - He's a villain I can't ever hate, and probably has the second power I'd choose if I had to choose a power from a Marvel character. I too would cause mass destruction if it meant that me and people like me would stop fucking yknow- being killed and persecuted. And bro is (usually) old as fuck as he does this, still kicking ass.

Matt Murdock/Daredevil - Once again, relate due to similar issues. Also what's more funny than a sarcastic lawyer going out to beat the shit out of criminals every night? Plus it's a bit unfair that he looks hot beat up. . . iykyk.

Wade Wilson/Deadpool - Self explanatory.

Loki Laufeyson - Similar thing to Bucky and Kurt: obsessed with character for years and a part of me wants to be them. Might have kickstarted my discovery into being nonbinary honestly now that I think about it. . .

[dykevanny]

Hey Haz, quick question, I don't know whether anyone has asked this already, but how did you get into FNaF?

when I was like 8 in 2016 i would watch YouTube all night (I was very outside during the day though) and I started watching fnaf lore videos after a friend in summer camp and I watched an animated series on foxy and mangle and their epic romance. Changed me as a person. I was super into fnaf but also terrified of fnaf. I watched mark play the games a lot. I also played this dating sim taking place in a weird corrupt school and I always did the true foxy route bc we got to be free and also I thought I wanted the fictional fox but actually in hindsight it was gender envy.

in 2020 though, I was pretty depressed and nothing really held my interest except for playing botw all day lmao. I was around for help wanted and the build up to security breach though!! Specifically I remember people wondering if Monty was a horse based off his silhouette, and vanny in the background. But then when sb dropped I was obsessedddd with vanny for a while, then this game yttd changed how I think about media forever and also turned me into a boydyke. Recently however as In this year I’ve gotten back into fnaf :3 vanny once more occupies my brain space

[essencering]

↳ summary: like a canvas you allow him to paint you in his colors, and with each kiss he leaves a mark he leaves on your skin it brings a smile to his face.

↳ Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Asmodeus (Obey Me!), Nightbringer Setting, SFW.

writer's blurp: just a little asmo short i love em a lot, but gosh i haven't really written his own little short yet.

He wants to kiss you, touch you, and make it so you only have eyes for him. To say that Asmodeus is jealous of how close you are to Solomon would be putting it lightly, he can feel the want, the envy to have you by his side just as Solomon does. It isn't lust, just pure want, a need to know where you are, to know if you are okay, to have you by his side.

To have his heart sing as if he had never Fallen. To know if your heart sings just like his own, but he couldn't bring himself to ask you. To let you in so close, after you had seen such a side of himself-- the ugly wanting side of him for the things that slip through his fingers.

A home that is no longer his own, a past that isn't his anymore, and a new self that he had to learn to love. You hated none of it, reaching out with arms wide open, a gentle expression, and your usual stubbornness, and sharp words tucked away-- replaced with the acceptance, and kindness (love his heart whispered) that he needed.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he whispered both with his own words and with his heart.

Allowing himself a moment to just want, to hold and hold you close against him. Could you feel how his heart tried to escape his chest? Can you feel the smile on his lips when he kissed the crown of your head?

Asmodeus couldn't bring himself to ask the answer to any of those questions. So when instead of asking to paint your nails, if he could use your neck as a way to see how his lipsticks look, and you say yes his heart hammers loudly once more in his chest.

You often humor him, and his brothers, but he could sense none of the usual teasing, or acceptance that you wouldn't be able to wiggle out of whatever plot might be brewing.

Acceptance, once again. Pure, and true acceptance.

Like a canvas you allow him to paint you in his colors, and with each kiss, he leaves a mark he leaves on your skin it brings a smile to his face. To see his colors, his kisses on your skin make Asmodeus fall for you all over again.