#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

[milady-mothman]

helluva boss s2 ep5 spoliers

omg

OMG

THIS EPISODE WAS AMAZING

[alicenthightowr]

🏳️‍⚧️?

[atimesfeeler]

What about a crack a/b/o fic where the Time Ripper gives Wade a/b/o characteristics bc Logan had them in his universe and they both freak out about it?

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Wade suddenly leaned close to Logan’s neck—making his hackles immediate rise. It’d been awhile since anyone dared to get close enough to scent Logan, but he was familiar with the entitled behavior. Alphas sniffing around whenever they wanted— sticking their noses in places they shouldn’t.

“Ooo nice cologne! It’s really giving Canadian wild man,” Wade said and leaned away, smiling like he hadn’t just rudely violated Logan’s space. It’s not like he could possible know it reeked of alpha behavior.

Logan glared at him, wary. “I’m not wearing any cologne.”

“Riiiight,” Wade drawled, “so you just naturally smell like freshly fallen snow and pine trees?”

And a subtle hint of burning wood and tobacco, but Wade wasn’t going to mention that. It was obvious Logan smoked like a chimney.

Every bone in Logan’s body tensed. “Yeah? I just smell like this.”

Wade paused; a rare occurrence of thinking before he spoke. If Logan wasn’t yanking his chain, it probably had to do with his mutation. Honestly, Wade expected him to smell more like a wet dog, given the ‘wild animal’ accusations, but he wasn’t complaining. It smelled like the cologne an actor down on their luck would advertise to remind the world of how sexy and manly they were. If Logan chose to douse himself in the Sexy ManTM cologne and hide it under the sink, Wade wasn’t going to throw a fit.

In fact, he might thank him for it. The whole apartment had the smell of Canadian wilderness, just on the side of forest fire. Logan must have sprayed the place (and he meant either literally with a bottle of cologne or like Mary Puppins did sometimes when she felt territorial- if Logan was telling the truth).

“Wow,” Wade said, deciding to let it go just because Logan’s shoulders were up to his ears and his knuckles were tight in a fist.

A sore spot maybe. He wouldn’t question it, even though he really wanted to. Didn’t mean Wade wasn’t going to tease him, though.

“God really does pick favorites, huh?”

Logan huffed and grumbled under his breath, “It’s given me more trouble than it’s worth. Not exactly a gift.”

Logan scent was always potent. Smelly, to most— intoxicating to some. People couldn’t decide if they resented him just for existing and smelling the way he did or if his potent scent gave them a free pass to treat him like he was for sale. More subtle smelling omegas usually got by unnoticed, but nothing about Logan was subtle or allowed him to fly under the radar.

Wade didn’t seem to know what to make of the comment, looking as if he would vocalize a stream of question marks if he could. (How on earth could naturally smelling like the sexiest man alive be a bad thing??) Logan felt a stab of envy, thinking about how lucky Wade was living without the cloud of pheromones in the air and the countless rules based on secondary genders.

Logan also didn’t know what to think about the fact that Wade was only now saying something about his scent. Since he landed in this universe, he was under the impression that no one had pheromones and therefore, no one smelled them either. He decided he’d ask Althea about it tomorrow.

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I actually have a whole au about it if anyone is interested in this crack idea

[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.

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[abusivelittlebunny]

I want you to know I read your blog like the morning papers. I read your filthy tags and sip my tea while doing so. An excellent morning read.

Funny that because I also am sipping on my coffee as I scroll through content and reblog with my nasty input. Cheers for a horny breakfast ☕ idk what you're interested in most particularly but here you go anon

Continuing the previous ficlet...

Warning for A/B/O & mpreg

"I gotta pay you back somehow," Charles chuckled into the phone instead of starting with a normal 'Hi' or 'Good morning'; Max preferred things straight to the point, Charles knew by now.

"Read the news. It worked that well, huh?" Max snorted, audibly sipping on something; he must be struggling with the no caffeine for the baby rule.

"He was," Charles bit his lip to suppress his giggle, rolling around on his king sized bed like a smitten teenager, his bruised body aching all over in the most delicious way possible, "just wonderful last night. God, he hasn't fucked me this rough since Vegas."

"Hm, you're a freak as per usual," he could hear Max's eyeroll through the phone almost. "Hope you're not planning on waltzing around today showing off a blackeye and a busted lip."

"He knows better than to leave such obvious marks. Well, for now at least." Charles traced the prints left on his pale thighs; galaxies of pink and purple from the belt and Carlos' strong hands. His lips curled into a too wide Cheshire cat grin. "No guarantee what he will do when he finds out the little surprise I have in store for him."

Max was quiet for a minute, but Charles could hear him shift and sigh, the weight of his babybump making it harder to get up from a sitting position. "Please tell me you didn't do something petty like key his car or take videos of last night with him beating the shit out of you for blackmail purposes. I can see a lot of speculations already about the belt; you better stay indoors if you don't want your soon to be husband to get publicly stoned by your fans."

Charles' hand caressed up from his thigh to his belly, rubbing gentle circles into his skin while he listened to Max. Instead of answering directly he hummed a coy question of his own.

"I really liked that little onesie you got from Checo. The baby blue one with the white stripes and cats. What brand was it?"

A pause and then Max spoke carefully, "I'm not sure I got a ton of baby clothes and stuff gifted to me in the last few weeks, I gotta check. Why?"

"Do you already know what you got? If the baby is a girl or a boy I mean."

"Charles, what are you on?" Max sounded irritated now, and Charles could hear him open up the fridge, no doubt looking for a sweet treat to make his overly hormonal mind calm down. Charles gifted him a whole freezerful of ice cream when Max first broke the news to the press; Max at first rolled his eyes at it but now he was munching on Charles' gift every day, his hips and tits growing even more plush as he entered the seventh month. "You know my stupid fucking gender reveal thing is not due until a month, you got fucking invited to it."

"I know, I know, just wondering. You can really tell the gender of the baby early these days. I admire that patience of yours." Charles traced his teeth with his tongue, unable to keep the grin from showing in his voice. "I couldn't wait to learn mine was a boy."

A clatter, a bang, and utter silence followed on the line. Charles hasn't told anyone yet, only received the news two days ago himself by his doctor doing the ultrasound. A strong healthy boy has been growing in Charles for the last twelve weeks.

"I just wanted to know, you know, that onesie was so cute I really envy the-,"

"Charles." Max cut his giggly rambling off with a strained voice, clearly trying to compose himself from the shock. "Don't tell me you-, you have to be kidding, mate."

"I told you, didn't I? One way or another, Carlos would have no other choice but me." Charles rolled out of bed and watched himself twirl in the wall length mirror. His belly was still completely flat, he was barely in the third month after all but he pushed his hips out and imagined how it will look stretching with his baby. He knew he could pull off a stylish pregnancy look, not get so soft and careless about it like Max. "He was always going to be the father of my children, and his transfer to Williams was just an unforseen bump in the road but nothing that could take his role away from me as my future husband."

"Does he-, oh my fucking God, Charles, how did you... Charles. What did you do?" Max wanted to sound stern but his voice was shaking a bit.

It was sweet of him to be concerned for his friend's career, he knew he'd be due in the middle of racing season, making him unable to compete. Max has already confirmed he'd compete in the second half of the season, basically robbing himself of another championship, but he told Charles how he didn't plan for his pregnancy at all either. He still didn't say who the father was, and Charles doubted he knew really.

Between Daniel, Checo, Fernando, Horner, and whoever else has found their way between Max's thick thighs, the babydaddy would remain a mystery, Charles mused.

Not that he was overly judgemental or Max giving up his cunt to any alpha that was into his bossy bratty omega ways, he admired it a bit actually for enjoying sex in such a carefree manner after he got enough championships under his belt that his daddy could no longer monitor his every waking move.

Besides, it meant he was in no danger of losing Carlos to him, since Max indulged in so many options. At first he was madly jealous, knowing Carlos had a very intimate history with Max, had proposed to him before too before Max's father shot the entire thing down. But Max reassured him they were just young and dumb, and Carlos left Redbull on his own volition not because Jos forbid him from ever seeing his son again.

They remained good although more distant friends, that's all. Just how Charles preferred it. So of course he'd be concerned and know that Carlos had zero clue about the baby.

"I stopped taking birth control about seven months ago, you remember? I got a doctor to sign off on it for performance's sake. So Carlos had to switch to condoms, and well-,"

"Don't tell me you fucking fished the condoms out of the bin, I swear-," Max groaned on the other line and Charles gave an offended squeak.

"Excuse you, I'd never do something so low, come on," Charles scoffed and waltzed over to his own kitchen for a sweet treat for himself, enjoying the soreness of his body with every step. "I just took a needle and pierced through the whole batch."

Max choked on the other side. He was coughing violently on his ice cream as Charles rattled on.

"I know, I know, it seems a bit much, but you know we were gonna have babies anyway, he knew I wanted some from the beginning, this is just a pleasant early surprise for him, you know? Just because he's in Williams now I can't let him think of other omegas as potential endgame, maybe even kick up our engagement." Charles scoffed opening a caramel fudge flavored tub. "Besides, you don't know how annoying it was, waiting for the birth control's effect to clear out of my system. He was giving it to me raw without knowing and I didn't get pregnant for weeks, it was fucking awful, not seeing the two lines. You never took birth control, did you? I know your dad was very strict on eliminating any performance reducing stuff."

Max was still wheezing softly, not saying a word. Charles felt a pang of irritation, thinking Max was judging him for what he has done. As if he had some moral highground, jumping from knot to knot for his satisfaction, not knowing who his babydaddy might be.

"Listen, I know you don't exactly approve, but still, we're friends aren't we? You're like my best friend, Maxy, you know I didn't do it maliciously. Carlos loves me. He will be delighted, I know. A bit mad at first, if he realizes the truth though, so please. Don't tell him, okay? This has to stay between us."

Max was quiet for a minute, then two before letting out a shaky sigh. "When will you tell him?"

"Not sure. Maybe after the wedding? But if he keeps pushing out the date I gotta tell him sooner. But I want it to be a public reveal. Make sure the fans see how happy and surprised he is; so they can see the wedding isn't happening because he knocked me up. I don't want them to think I forced his hand."

Max was silent on the other end of the line and Charles itched to know what he was thinking about. Sure, him and Carlos have been friends since childhood but their teen romance ended long ago, surely Max couldn't be jealous. He spent more time with Charles after all, barely ever interacting publicly with Carlos.

"Max, stop fucking judging me. You should be happy for me." Charles seethed on top of his kitchen counter, eyeing the clock. Carlos has been gone since before he woke up, but he should be back for dinner. He swallowed and took a gentler tone, "You know how much I wanted this. And now we'll be pushing our strollers side by side, and have little play dates with our kids together, go shopping, select kindergartens and everything. You won't be alone in raising your kid."

He hoped he didn't come across as too pitying, but still, Charles was the one between the two of them with a definite babydaddy.

"I know you've been having a tough time fitting in in Monaco since you moved here but I can help you with everything now while we're taking a break for our babies. It will be fun, I promise! It will be almost like they're siblings!"

Max was somehow even more silent on the other end of the line and Charles bit the inside of his cheek. He knew Max would come around, he just needed to settle his thoughts about the matter.

Charles felt a little insensitive; he didn't think about it until now but their wedding with Carlos would happen soon after Max's gender reveal party. And if he told the media about his own pregnancy right around the time Max gave birth, he'd overshadow him again. But maybe that was a good thing, Charles reassured himself. Max hated the headlines speculating about the father of his child.

"It will all work out, I promise. This will just strengthen our friendship and you won't even notice not having the father around, me and Carlos will be with you always! It will be so fun to raise them together and share their cute little clothes and-"

"I gotta go." Max hastily said, and Chsrles could hear the door of Max's bathroom open in the distance before he hung up.

Oh.

Charles mused to himself that maybe Max isn't as lonely as he thought. Of course all the alphas he was with would've been happy to step up as the father of his kid, but Charles didn't think Max was pulling towards anyone in particular in that regard.

Anyway, he was happy to know Max wasn't alone now. Maybe they could go out together baby clothes shopping once Max is calmer, just Charles, Carlos, Max, and his chosen alpha.

"Who was that?"

Max swallowed thickly and dropped his phone onto the counter, scoffing without answering the question, taking his ice cream as he walked back to the bedroom.

"Are you angry at me now?"

Max again didn't answer, just stood in front of the balcony and let the gentle late afternoon breeze wash over him.

A sigh behind him and then the tap-tap of wet footsteps approaching before a strong, tan, hairy pair of arms wrapped around him. Max grimaced at the feeling of cold moisture against his still warm body as he got enveloped in a gentle hug from behind.

"Not at you." Max finally sighed as he adoring kisses were pressed into the side of his neck, the stubble tickling his tender skin when his face was turned manually so he could receive some more kisses on his plump pouting mouth.

"Was that Daniel again? Or Horner? God, that pestering idiot won't let you breathe for a second." Max's robe was easily pulled down his shoulders as kisses rained down on him. They fucked three rounds already but that didn't seem enough to satisfy the alpha. "If the baby really is his, he'll make your life even more miserable."

"No." Max simply said, swallowing before putting hid treat on the bedside table.

"Yeah, I won't let him annoy you any longer-,"

"No, I mean the baby is not his." Max sighed, pushing the strong alpha body off of himself and moving back onto the bed. The alpha scoffed but followed, his mouth glued to Max's soft skin he loved so much; he's been more eager since the pregnancy started to show, instinctively attracted to the fertile omega beneath him. Max had a hard time peeling the man off of him now that he could fuck him raw as much as he wanted. Little did he know.

"You weren't so sure until now. If he does end up being-,"

"Horner is not the one walking around with busted condoms." Max snapped, eyes welling up with tears as he watched the alpha's brows furrow above him. "It's you, Carlos."

[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!!!!! 💫💫

-🃏🌀⭐️

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.

[hptriadfest]

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[minhosbitterriver]

🫐 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 )

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 6 mins

꒰ 💌 ꒱ 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 )

꒰ 🫙 ꒱ ミ Tip Jar!

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.

[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

I wanted to give you a fabulous question like you’ve been spreading around here and there, but I couldn’t think of any until now.

First off

I’m further emphasising my Oh. My. God comment from AO3 on Marked

And as a question from the fic, do you think Cas could read her mind or at least see her arousal and potentially figured out what was happening between them?

This stems from a theory that angels can sense things like cancer or STD’s, and I imagine Cas being Dean’s wingman and telling the potential hook ups something along the lines of - “Don’t worry, we fixed up that UTi last week. Dean’s a great guy.”

tl;dr (cause this got long): I think angels have concepts of arousal/sexuality, but are mostly clueless about the in's and out's (lol) and can't necessarily deduct this kinda stuff. Or at least Cas can't, the sweet lamb.

Helloooo my lovely! Thank you so, so much, I'm so happy you liked the first chapter of Marked (shameless self-plug, you can read it here). It's nice to finally have it out there!

Okay, on to your amazing question - I won't go too much into whether Cas in that scene specifically figured out what was going on with the reader. Let's just say the Cas I tend to write (for some reason) is usually well-meaning but a bit... slow? Which obviously makes sense when it comes to any human business, but I have a hard time writing him in any other way, because that is mostly what I take away from his character (no hate!). I'm rewatching the show right now and hopefully when I get to season 4, my Cas palate will be expanded a little.

Back on topic: I won't spoil whether Cas in this story figures anything out, but I think it's well established that even for an angel, he's a bit naive on what constitutes human behavior. So I think Cas would definitely be able to sense stuff like this (at least early, un-nerfed Cas) but I think it would be very confusing to him. He'd say shit like: "your body temperature is rising, do you require soup?" or something, idk.

This goes into the whole: do angels understand sexuality thing, and possession thing, which is... something I could talk about for days and days. It's one of my absolute favorite SPN topics. And since you asked (you didn't) I will quickly expand on what my view on this is:

Angels don't have a sexuality or gender. That's human nonsense. Some of them might have a more curious nature and watch us like ants and know more about us, and some are clueless. When it comes to taking a human as a vessel, they're suddenly thrown into this whirlwind of experiences. Some of it must be quite off-putting (explain keeping pets or social media to someone like that, it doesn't make sense without the human factor), but I think the longer they are in a vessel (especially if it's the same one), the more human sensations become a part of their everyday experience, and thus the more they understand about humans. Now, do they suddenly develop a sexuality just because in theory they have the ability to get physically aroused? Obviously that's the purview of the writer and I can see good arguments for "yes", but my instinct is "no".

(No one asked this either, but demons are a different matter. They used to be human, so they already know all this stuff. They might have a sexuality and a gender, but of course with how they're able to possess different bodies, it's fun to play around with that).

When I wrote Are You Now or Have You Ever Been I got to explore this a little through Gadreel, and the feelings he has for Sam's lover - does he have them because he experienced everything Sam experienced retroactively, or are they his own feelings for her? I'm also plotting a Meg/Reader fic (a sequel to A Walking Study in Demonology) that goes into this, but from from a gender envy point of view - does Meg want Sam's girl because she wants the girl or because she wants to be Sam?

Good times ahead.

I'm actually not sure if I answered your question but I will stop my rambling here. 😂 If anyone read until here - first of all, thank you! And secondly I would love to hear other peoples' takes on this. It's such a cool subject.

Love ya! ❤️

[whoishotteranimepolls]

Fandom Observation Funny tags: One Piece Warlord Crews & Other Antagonist

Due to character limits the funny tags post has had to be broken up into multiple parts

This post contains the tags for the other Warlord Crews and some miscellaneous antagonists that didn't fit neatly into any other category, like Caesar Clown and Arlong

Donquixote Pirates

Doflamingo: "Dofy's got some wierd (potentially fun) energy but he would NOT treat you well he'd be awful", "The psychopathic pimp on a shoestring budget. Seriously dude, San Diego Zoo called and they want their flamingos back. That coat is so last season.", "fashion travesty", "Doflamingo dresses like an eye test and will probably steal your credit card by the end of the night not because he needs the money. because he finds it hilarious", "Mingo is just a spoiled frat fuckboy who's too full of himself to be interested in anyone/anything else", "a balding white man", "evil florida man my beloved they dont understand you", "Budget Pimp who robbed San Diego of their world famous Flamingo flock"  “I am fucking wheezing, poor Doffy, good thing we're there to make him feel (laughing on the floor) king of the bedroom again🤣🤣🤣🤣” “Doffy has an unresolved Oedipus Complex... how obvious can you get? His mother died and he killed his father for failing to protect his family. Of course he wants an older lady who will take care of him but also tell him he's being a little attention-seeking brat.  take care” “You cannot tell me Doflamingo doesn't have mommy (affection/obsession) and daddy (loathing/hatred) issues.” “Fuckin Doffy 😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤” “Doffy would cry seeing how far ahead of him rosie is. Full on midlife crisis”

Trebol: “who the FUCK voted for trebol i just wanna talk for a minute”

Rosinante: "my insane clumsy tall dilf", "wife material", "he has cringefail dad swag", "rosi is everything to me actually. I would climb that tall clumsy king like a tree", "the klutzy mime", "he has that pathetic depressed clown vibe thats irresistible", "He's the epiome of strong but silent, he's the asshole with a heart of gold, he has everything", rosinante is hot tho and his clumsiness somehow enhances it", "I've said it before and I'll say it again I WOULD climb that clumsy king like a tall tree want to kiss him until his silly jester makeup is all over me too",“CORA MY LOSER MALEWIFE WIN” “Cora got a silly boi/man rizz, he is no one's turnoff it's all on 😁” “CORA YOU SAD CLOWN WIN” “ROSI I BELIEVE YOU CAN WIN THIS ONE#PLEASE MY LOSER WIFE HAS TO WIN” “cora is unironically so hot cora is the classy cunt server to doffys bad bitch cunt server he honestly eats that black coat and pink shirt combo he somehow makes that hat look good” “I mean Cora’s on fire far more often than” "I am loyal to the guy who actively sets himself on fire", Plus an entire mini fanfic someone wrote in a reblog of one of the polls about him link here

Thriller Bark Pirates

Perona: “my beautiful goth queen needs to prevail” “Weirdo goth girl Perona the map”

Other antagonists

Arlong: "Y'all are too afraid to recognize the truth too afraid of his drip, his swagger, his saw nose, to admit that he's hot also live action arlong?!?!the only sexy fishmen," "arlong looks like a toxic florida frat bro," "I legitimately think there's something wrong with me sometimes due to how bad I want arlong the rancid personality enhances the appeal", "yall are p****" arlong is sexy put some respect on his name look at those lips the laugh the hair!" “I said what I said he’s like wine better when he’s older” “everyone on this site is a COWARD monsterfuckers when the Arlong stans come out”

Alvida: “Live action Alvida would make me question my sexuality, if I didn't already know i'm bi.”

Caesar Clown: “He gives me insane gender envy” “The horns The eyes The hair That pale creamy skin with barely defaults and mark for a man of his age Skinny as i like Love his make up His laugh is so funny Fuck his devil fruit is so cool and so useful ( even in the bedroom) I want to cheer up that pathetic whimpering mess and hear him rambling about the most awful things in life He is smart and passionate So yeah, pretty much the ideal wife to me. Wdym Drug test on children and chemical warfare? Meeeeeeh i've done worse, i buy my clothes on Shein (jk)” “Half the reblog tags being fellow Caesar Clown truthers. There aren’t many of us, but we won’t shut up” “caesar solidarity give our piss baby a chance#<3” “voting for Caesar even though he is objectively not the hottest give him a chance” “HOW IS CAESAR SO FAR BEHIND ON THIS i don’t care what he did to those children he’s hot” “thank god caeser is annihilating that asshole FUCK HIM UP CLOWN BOY” “at least Caesar Clown is kind of serving cunt” “I can somehow overlook the horrible things Ceasar has done when placed next to the worst father in history” “CAESAR MY BELOVED BABYGIRL pepper sprays judge choke bitch thank fuck caesar is winning he'd be so pleased with himself and rub it in judge's face” “bad parenting is never hot but warcrimes sometimes can be caesar gets my vote”

[wowimkindastupid]

guess who just played (and kinda finished) ayakashi akashi today and went fucking insane over the fact it's unfinshed 😀

I LOVE THAT GAME SO MUCH OH MY GOD MINO I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

also me and my friend (Nyan again) accidentally made an AU WHILE playing it. because I kept giving characters voices I used for YTTD

yoinara REEKED of professor Mishima vibes.. so he just.. turned into mishima. when I forgot his name I would call him Mishima.. the YTTD brainrot is real

also I thought naki was a female ALL the way until when we were investigating them for the almost murder of rokuro

that boy was HIDING some trauma, I could see it in his eyeeeees😔

idk why but asagiri made me think of keiji

also, the gasp I SCREAMT when I saw yoinara's sprite for the first time, gender envy guys.... I WANNA BE HIM FR FRRRRR yaoinara guys....😢 they were like "do you like any girls Mr. yoi??" and I was like "yaoi is in his name, you two." MINO I WOULD DIE FOR YOUUUUUJHJHJHTH they really were like "oh yeah, the thing with mino is.." me: "OMG is he canonically autistic?? Nyan we gotta see, he just like gin fr!!!!! :D I love him so muchhh" *clicks question mark thing* "this is as far as the game progresses." me:

(I was genuinely so insane at that point.) also I'm getting HEAVY vibes that yoinara was the ayakashi. I mean like, wdym you pass out and when you're woken up you find the dead body of ur student?????

also the eyes jumpscare when the floor breaks made me SCREAM. I genuinely jumped in fear from it. I don't like jumpscares. and it's worse when I don't expect them. but I nyan thought I was crying because I was laughing so hard in fear. oh YTTD.... everywhere I look, you're there.

i screamed when it was time for the trial thing, the YTTD brainrot is too much.. everywhere I looked.... lying about role cards you got.... having discussions.... old teacher man with glasses.... evil lying little child.... homosexuality... it was all connected to the YTTD in my brain... thanks for listening to my rant :D

[frayna-of-the-hollow]

Hi Fray! This might be a weird question and feel free to ignore if you’re not comfortable answering. So in your bio it says you’re a demiboy and I’m starting to question that I might be a demigirl?? I don’t feel gender dysphoria but I do feel gender envy for masc/androgynous people and I don’t think I identify with NB/Genderfluid identities but I don’t feel entirely female either? What’s your experience with it and is there any resources you’d recommend for doing any further research?

Thank you for asking this, actually! I know how hard it is to ask for help with things like this, but know that I'm always happy to help!

I have a similar experience to you, where I don't think I have dysphoria (though I don't think I can know without experiencing what it feels like for other people compared to me), but I've always felt gender envy, or at least noticed that i felt it around the time i was trying to figure out my identity. In my case, it's for androgynous people and specifically boys with long fluffy hair lol.

When I think about my identity as a demiboy, I more often than not think of it like I'm on a value scale, where, let's say, the lighter part is male, 50% is nb/androgynous and darker is female. I would place myself around the 35% mark of the scale, give or take. Like, I'm not fully masc, but I'm not fully androgynous either. Between them, I feel more connection to the androgynous part than the masc part, but not only is it still there, I still feel a connection to it.

I might have explained it a little weird tbh but that's my experience with it. I'm not really certain if there's a site or somewhere you can go to research, but I want you to remember that everyone has a different experience with their gender. What may feel like being a demiboy for me could feel like being nb for someone else, or agender, or genderfluid, or anything. I hope this helps! I'm excited to know the outcome, no matter what you decide your label is :3