#girlie youre putting the nor in normal

[strwbrymlkshake]

"I put the hot in psychotic" GIRL you have never even been to the psych ward –_– shut up

[cainite-bite]

Im sorry but this trend of "stay at home girlfriend" that's being glorified is the saddest fucking thing.

First of all never let anyone control your finances and solely rely on another for that because if they leave you're stuck with nothing. If they die you are stuck with nothing. If they are abusive and you need to get outta dodge you got nothing. Never let anyone have that power over you whether man or woman or literally anyone else.

2ndly it's also sad to say you cook, you clean, you wash the literal smudged underwear of some schmup, you're doing the full time work in their place and all for nothing but to get to call yourself "girlfriend". You don't get paid, you don't have the same tax benefits that you might have from marriage, you can't hop onto their insurance, you don't get anything because you're stuck with a person who doesn't view you as anything more than a live-in bangmaid with little value outside of that because they know you got so little self worth that you allow yourself to get used as a doormat.

[breedbun]

in honour of my return i will finally do my only request..

WANDERER x male reader

warnings; slight feminisation (you wear a dress, guys hit on u and call u girly stuff), transmasc reader, spanking, vaginal, degradation, rough sex, dubcon(?), aggressive and really angry sex, release control, mention of wanderer being a puppet, slight breeding kink mention??

more; hiii hab fun with funny puppet guy!!! anyway basically imm finally making a return.. sry guys too busy writing my genshin ocs (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) not much to say, but my birthday just passed on the 30th of may so like yraaah!!

(edit; i forgot this was requested as transmasc reader and i just. like i just went blank ok i wrote this at 6-7am in the fucking morning after sleeping at 3:40. it's ok tho i edited it!! fun fact it's 9am rn HAHAHAHA,, edit count; 3x)

yay hab fun !! ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆ vv

You've had a couple drinks, a few swigs and chugs of cheap wine, here and there. Obviously, you were just itching to start something you couldn't finish, like.. flirting with the bartender, but he was much too gruff and rugged for your liking. Or spending the night in some rich merchant's bed, and hurriedly rush to stuff all the jewels and pretty diamonds you could find in his room into your bag. Simply put, you were bored. At least without him here..

Sure, it's been a couple days since you actually spoke with him. Maybe you did sleep with a few guys, but so what? That little thing between you and him both.. was non-committal, it was just one fun night. Clearly, he didn't seem too happy with that. I mean, who would be?

Letting go of such a handsome, youthful guy with a mouth that couldn't stop running would be a sin. But, what was more of a sin, was just how hard Scaramouche had to restrain himself from agreeing to head to the tavern with you. Just how much his head would ache, yet that ball of surging heat throbbed whenever he just thought of you. It was undeniable, he was crazy in love.. or lust. What was the difference? Neither you nor him even knew.

The more laughs, flirty glances, and pretty smiles you flash to every other guy in the bar, the more attention you'd get from just sitting down with nothing more than a small cocktail in hand. The tavern wasn't exactly packed, but it wasn't exactly empty either. Just enough guys to get Scaramouche's blood absolutely boiling, if he ever saw you in that dress.. in a considerably tight space full of hungry, ravished men. It was almost a miracle your drink wasn't spiked yet. "Ha! Thank ya', darling. You're just the sweetest, y'know?" In a sultry, sickeningly sweet voice, you've successfully seduced every single man in that room. The bartenders were even willing to shake up a brand new, expensive glass of wine for you! But being the oh—so sweet man you are, you politely decline and play it off. Besides, who knows what they'll put in his drink?

Not even bartenders are free from being guilty of drugging drinks, you've been warned an ungodly amount of times anyway. Ah, but before you could even say another word, looks like an anticipated, unexpected man decided to show up. One you know too well, beyond that big ol' hat and the pretty, shiny anemo vision hanging from his clothes. It took you a few moments of hesitation to not steal it that night, and boy is he lucky that you'd rather spare him than go through the trouble of disrespecting the gods.

He didn't waste a second, to force his way through the small crowd and shove himself in between you and some other bastard. Scaramouche hadn't bothered to even look at you once, which honestly and unexpectedly really disappointed you. You wouldn't worry about your appearances to some.. unknown guy, at least not normally.

As any attractive guy should've, you'd scoff and feign a pout in offense of his sudden intrusion. "What's the big deal, Hat Guy? You changed your mind?" Your elbow nudge clearly touched more than his skin, because it looked like you had just touched a nerve. That expression on his face, ha! It was golden, if not extremely unexpected. This usually nonchalant, inexpressive dude who wouldn't even cast a second glance if he wasn't half drunk with you.. he was livid. Absolutely livid, and you were livin' for it.

You don't remember your next words, because of just how violently he grabbed you by your collar and how evident it was from the taste of his tongue, that he'd been drinking a sinful amount of wine before getting a move on to find you. Why? He didn't know.. It's not like he could ever get drunk.

Obviously, he just had to drag you back into his bed. So what if that night was just for fun? Because this night clearly isn't.

The moon had barely risen up, and Scaramouche didn't even bother to turn on the lights in his temporary living situation. A small, but comfortable home, now steamed up and filled with the slutty, loud moans you'd let out from just a little edging. His fingers shifted in and out between your tight rim, at the speed of which you could barely catch your breath to. His other hand's glove was peeled off with the help of his teeth, sliding his hand out as he loosened the fabric.

With your ass up, legs spread apart, dress on the floor, he just had to see your pussy twitch with his porcelain fingers tightly wrapped between them. No, that chest of yours was just as majestic, oh.. those scars. Made him absolutely insane.. and now, moving at a merciless rate, every plea and sob you choked out for him to slow down just fell on deaf ears.

"H—haah..! F-faast, too—t-too faaa—ast!" On the contrary, he decides to speed up momentarily. Just as your eyes squinted and your voice let out an unholy moan, he pulls his fingers out and ensures his fingers land over and right on top of your clit. He was just rubbing it, cooing at you like you were a stupid, brainless thing. "Too fast? Aw, little slut can't handle a bit of touch? God, you're fucking pathetic." He laughs, denies you your release, and mocks you with little to none regret and remorse. You would hate him, if you weren't so fucking kinky. (I'm looking at you, yes you.)

His hands pull away from your leaking pussy, pulling you up as fingers dig into your scalp. He pushes your forehead against his, smile condescending, narcissistic and full of.. ego. You loved it. Those plush thighs pulled against his hips, calves around his body.. his hands simply slid down to pump his own hard cock. He couldn't resist, I mean.. a sight like you, and he doesn't get to fuck his fist a little? That'd be almost miserable..

The only thing better from jacking off to your messy, sticky face was to fuck you. Your sweet little asscheeks spread apart, he would pull your hips in a little closer, lightly rubbing his tip and girth against the entrance. You were just about to throw a snarky, but shakily bratty remark you've been mustering up for a while, but all that hard work went down the drain as he sunk you on his cock.

Easily, it slid in embarrassingly quick, from just from your slick acting as lubricant—thankfully enough.. and besides the rough, mind-breaking sensation inside that jolted up his spine, you could feel Scara churn your insides with dirty squelching sounds constantly and consistently hitting your g-spot.. almost violently. Your head threw forward, and you pushed your face right into the crook of his neck.. biting, sucking, doing anything while your thighs kept lifting and slapping right back down on his hips.. He's fucking you senseless, and all you can think about is how relieved you are.. that he's still addicted to all your holes like a drug.

You moaned like a whore, a bit too loud for his liking. Your pretty, perfect, fleshy ass that he decides to pound, is met with a loud smack. Not once, not twice, but four times, both sides. You tighten up every time, of course he'd gladly do it a fifth and a sixth. You've got one tight cunt, and so many ways to make it harder to pull out. Maybe you do it on purpose.. maybe it's just instinct. But it's obvious.. 'addicted ' would be an extreme understatement. Every yelp, every moan and groan, even the smallest and softest whimpers.. oh, he lived for it. He lived for it every second he could lay his hands on you.

Again, he could barely slide his fingers into your hole. He smoothly starts to finger you, again.. and again, but he just always pulls away just before your sweet release. In fact, he's not gonna let you cum until you make him fill your stomach with his babies. Scara doesn't understand why, or how he, a puppet, is able to even fuck you. But.. he's not complaining, and neither are you. And with every churn, every squeeze and drop, it turned you into a mind-fucked fleshlight. You wouldn't even form words, let alone sentences. He wasn't the only one addicted in this "non-committal" relationship.

You could barely believe that it's only been at most an hour. You're going to be fucked for the whole night, and you know. You should've just came to his house earlier, maybe you could've cummed by now..

yaay hope u like my brainrotten scara fanfic woohoo next up is KAEYA because he is literally the love of my fucking life.. YA

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@breedbun ™ ` ` written by a silly bunny boy! ` `

[clubdionysus]

TEASER [BD #61]

a/n: we've reached the uncharted territory of being caught on here! never thought i'd see the day!! chapter 61 isn't yet finished, but i'd like to give you a little something to tide you over---kofi subscribers will have already seen this (I do teasers and early access type things over there! (and on that note, kofi girlies, I'll have something for you tomorrow!)), but it will be new to most of you! hehe hopefully I shouldn't keep you waiting too long for the rest of the chapter x

wc: 1.4k (takes place midway through the chapter!)

Life dissolves with Jungkook. Days merge into one. Like a tablet in water, or stardust into the atmosphere, time just melts.

So does Jungkook, though. He sinks into the bliss with you. Crumbles. Collapses. Turns into a supernova like stars often do.

He lets himself merge into a shared identity with you. Is certain it isn’t normal of such a fledgling relationship. Doesn't care, regardless.

Days have rolled on by since the auction without much fuss. Deals have been finalised on winning bids, and Jungkook’s had meetings with realtors. Everything has happened with little thought. Life has just been accepted; new plans and opportunities integrated into the trajectory you’re on. No meteors to throw you off course nor cosmic calamities to falter your future.

Your name is on the interview list for Shinwon’s position, and Jungkook’s due to be accepting the keys for the building tomorrow. Everything is as it should be.

It’s terrifying, in a way. 

You spent so many years fearing the rug being swept from beneath your feet, but with Jungkook’s help, carpets have been laid. They’re not budging.

And nor is he as he sits across from you, legs crossed, his chessboard keeping you apart. It’s a rarity to be on his bed not wrapped up in one another—but he’s almost as serious about chess as he is about you. Almost.

“You know what to do,” he grins, adamant that his crash course in the game was easy to follow. In reality, he’d moved a few pieces, said a few words, and promised with a smile that you’d be able to beat him. 

His belief in you is sweet, but entirely misplaced. You’ve not made a single move without his gentle encouragement, most times resulting in you giving the match up on a silver platter. 

The correct terminology evades you, and so do the rules. An app sits on your phone unused, a subscription running up a small fortune from a membership never used. It was set up back in the early days of knowing Jungkook. You swore one day you’d be able to beat him—but life got busy, and quite frankly, chess is not your chosen way to unwind.

But spending time with Jungkook is, and so you’ll take him in any capacity you can.

“Which one should I move?” You pout, utterly transfixed on the chess pieces. There’s a bewildered panic to your expression, brows furrowed over your glittery eyes, hand hovering to and fro over your side of the board.

You single in on the bishop. Look his way with hopeful, wide eyes. He shakes his head.

“Diagonals only,” he reminds of how bishops move, at which point you realise it’s blocked in by pawns. Your hand moves to one of them, and he shrugs. “I mean… you can.”

“But should I?”

“You wanna capture the king,” he says, reaching across to dictate your movements. He secures your grip on the pawn, and gently pushes it up a single square to free the bishop’s pathway. “Shift this one up, just one space. Clear the diagonal if you want to move the bishop.”

You do as he says, putting the pawn back in its original position so that you can be the one to place it. Slowly, you repeat his instructions, pushing the pawn up the board while Jungkook nods. 

And then he grins in such a way that you just know you're about to curse him out.

He lifts his strategically placed knight. Knocks your freshly moved pawn. Claims the tile as his own.

“Rule number one,” He smirks, lip ring flipping in the corner of his pretty little mouth. “Never trust your opponent.”

“Dude, what the fuck,” you whine, looking at him with a faux sense of hurt and a very believable pout. “You’re my boyfriend. You’re supposed to help.”

“No moaning,” he dismisses your stropping, knowing he’s lost brownie points for his deception. Also knows he’ll earn your favour back soon enough, so whatever. “Now, what's your next move, baby? Go on.”

You study the board, and assess how different the opposing sides look. 

This time, he’s going easy on you. Kind of. You’ve almost exclusively been guided by him for the last half an hour, over a string of short games, all of which have ended with your very quick and immediate defeat. 

Jungkook is too competitive for his own good. Jimin never wants to play against him, ‘cause he knows he’ll lose, too.

This is an indulgence for Jungkook. He ought not to waste the opportunity—or worse yet, convince you to never play against him again.

He likes the idea of chess being an heirloom; the kind of skill he’ll teach his kids in the future. It’s integral to the very depths of his brain—how he works, and how his logical mind can jump and switch sometimes at the flick of a button—yet he rarely shares it with anyone else.

It’s only apt that you’d get free access.

Hovering over your now-free bishop, you narrow your eyes as you glance towards him. 

He nods. 

And so you move a pawn instead.

“I don’t trust you,” you tell him, because he told you not to. In a way, you are trusting him all while under the ruse of thinking he’s a bullshitter. 

What you don’t realise is that you’ve just moved the very pawn that’s been protecting your king, and had been preventing Jungkook from getting an easy win.

“B,” he sighs, looking helplessly at the move you just made. 

He couldn’t love you any more if he tried, but—fuck—he’ll never understand your brain. You're so smart most of the time, but every now and again your brain seems to melt.

“What?!”

He picks up his queen. Places it diagonally across from your exposed King. There’s nowhere for your King to go, other than in the direct line of his queen. He’s gone and fuckin’ done it again.

Check. 

Mate.

Groaning, you realise what’s happening and flop down onto your back. Your brain is fried. There’s no way Jungkook actually enjoys this. 

“Not again,” you whine, pretending to sob a little as you look up at Jungkook’s ceiling. It’s without birds these days, but there are a few rogue strips of tape that remind you of your history within these four walls.

“B,” Jungkook laughs, clambering around the board to flop down with you. His arm rests over your tummy as his face aligns with yours. Might not have any birds above you, but the way you melt into his touch is just as deadly as it was the first time. You’ll scorch a hole through his sheets with even the most innocent of encounters. His lips are a little pouty, smirk prevailing as he teases, “What did I tell you, huh? Protect your king.”

“I tried!” You insist, your over-dramatic, distressed expression far too cute for him to care about playing anymore. He enjoys chess, but he enjoys you more.

“You left him wide open for me to take!”

“You could have gone easy on me!”

“I was!” He defends with a laugh, adamant that he could have taken you out in, like, two moves if he really wanted. “I swear you didn’t listen to a single thing I told you—”

“I did! Listening to you is how you got that stupid pawn in the first place,” you huff, putting your hand against the bottom of his throat to stop him from getting any closer. He doesn’t deserve niceties in times like this.

He’d argue that the feeling of your sharp nails against your throat is incredibly nice.

He ignores your moaning. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“Go on.”

“Strip chess.”

“Pervert.”

“For every move you make, I’ll take an item of clothing off,” he suggests with a glint in those starry eyes of his, ignoring your remark.

You assess the situation. Mentally make a checklist of his clothes. Sweats, a shirt, a sock on either foot, and underwear — that’s only five moves, but then again, Jungkook normally has your king trapped by that point.

“I think you’re just trying to get me naked.”

“I’m always trying to get you naked, B,” he shrugs into his sheets, before tearing himself away and getting back into position on the opposite side of the board. “So are you gonna make it a challenge or not?”

[kit-williams]

Courage and Honor

I once more am blaming the König girlies for this one

Jesus Christ I've basically channeled König into an Ultramarine

I'm finding more luck writing about civilians vs chapter serfs but if ya'll want some chapter serf loving please let me know. Now who wants an Ultramarine bf?

tw: Yandere, he's fucking delulu like holy shit what have I done

He was making your wedding palla. A customary gift to a bride was a palla made by her husband to be... to be always wrapped up in his embrace. Or if the husband did not make it there were other ways for the rule to make it count. He has used it as a pillow many times to impart himself onto it. He's made sure his essence is on it.

A palla to fit you... to wrap you up in ultramarine blues, whites, reds, and golden threads. Perhaps he was moving a bit quickly... he hasn't even started to properly court you much less free you from your indentured servitude.

But Tulio knew he would sweep you off of your delicate little feet. Those calloused hands of yours would only be working on a loom or helping bathe him in oils... no longer toiling in hard labors. He would give you so many pretty gifts that would complement your eyes. Even that small scar on your bottom lip would only be a distant memory of what hardships you had to face without him by your side.

He's known he's been missing something and he's found it! Oh have you've realized you've been missing your piece? He certainly hopes so... those warm smiles that call to him he hopes and will make sure will be only for him. He's just got to make sure everything is perfect. As he still has to approach your master and buy your contract... but it's been hard most of your skills are something an ultramarine do not need.

Sure it is not illegal for him to buy a contract but usually for his kind it is to bring them to be ultramarines and you are not a young boy, no you are a beautiful woman! His woman. But he would not want your reputation sullied so he is grateful for his companion to buy you from your master.

This way he could woo you! It wouldn't be improper at all! You wouldn't feel forced to spread your legs for him he wouldn't mind if you did willingly with him being your master it puts the power balance out of your favor though it never really will be in your favor and you might feel scared of him! He wants to show you how good of a husband he will be! Woo you and be the big hero to you! You'll certainly feel something back right?!

He would normally fear his companion to have ill intentions but he feels comfortable a gay man will not harm you. The threat has already been laid down should he hurt you. Nor would he try to woo you away from Tulio! But he hopes you enjoy an autumn marriage... it's early spring now! Which gives him plenty of time to court you over Spring and Summer. He pulls out his datapad as a message chimes on as his companion is going to head over to your master's house in the hour.

He grinned madly into the palla as thoughts of it being the only thing you wear for his homecomings dance in his mind. He tries to calm himself down but perhaps he could impart a bit more of himself upon the palla for you❣

[bridgyrose]

“I thought you were going home for the break.” 

Blake looked up from her book to see Ruby standing over her. “I… decided to stay here for winter break. I’m still a bit nervous about trying to go see them.” 

Ruby sat down with her. “Yeah, but, dont you think you’ll have to talk to them at some point?” 

“I do but… only once I’m ready.” Blake closed her book and sighed. “And right now, I'm not ready.” 

“Anything I can do to help?” 

Blake shook her head and got up, stashing her book back into her bag. “I’ll figure it out on my own. Though I thought you’d be with Yang and your dad.” 

“Dad and I arent exactly in… talking terms right now,” Ruby said a bit nervously. “He’s still not exactly thrilled about me being at Beacon, especially with what we did at the docks.” 

“I figured he’d be proud of you guys.” 

“He was, but, well, you know how parents are, right?” 

Blake sighed and looked away for a moment as she thought about it. “I… I should get back to the dorm.” 

“I’ll come with-” 

“I want to be alone.” 

“But you’re my teammate, I shouldnt leave you alone.” 

Blake paused for a moment as she looked at Ruby, struggling to find any excuse to be alone. It wasnt like she could just tell Ruby not to come back to the dorm, nor could she just stay with team JNPR when the rooms are already pretty cramped, but it wasnt like she had anywhere else she could go or stay for the couple weeks that break was. Finally she let out a sigh and motioned for Ruby to follow. “We can have a quiet day then, right?” 

“Of course! No adventures, just us, homework, and a good book.” 

“You know I do more than just read, right?” 

“Well, yeah, but its a cold day and its not like we’re going to be going outside or going to have classes. And while Weiss and Yang are away, we dont have enough people for a board game without asking Jaune and his team, but then that’ll give us too many.” 

“You’ve put a lot of thought into this, didnt you?” 

“I dont think anyone should have to spend break alone.” 

Blake smiled a bit at hearing that, watching as Ruby got up to follow her. “Then, maybe we can do something else. Besides read or play games.” 

Ruby looked at her. “And what do you have in mind?” 

“We could talk about the people we like.” 

“Talk… about the people we like?” Ruby asked with a blush. 

“You know, talk about boys or girls we have a crush on. Maybe even do some of that girly stuff that Weiss likes like doing our nails.” 

“I didnt think you’d be into that kind of stuff.” 

“I’m not normally,” Blake admitted as she opened a door for Ruby. “But the way Weiss talks about doing her nails like its some sort of intricate ritual, I think it’ll be fun to try. Besides, I’ve realized that we really dont know much about each other beyond liking to read.” 

“We know plenty about each other.” 

“Like what?” 

“W-well, you uh… you… like to be alone.” 

Blake giggled a bit as she watched Ruby fumble around a bit while trying to find anything else she knew, blushing a little. While it wasnt exactly uncommon to see Ruby like this, it was different to see her be so uncertain of herself and a bit more shy while she tried to think. Just another thing that made her fall for her leader the same way she had started to fall for Yang. “You arent completely wrong.” 

Ruby sighed. “Alright, maybe you arent entirely wrong that we dont know each other that well.” 

“We have been spending a lot of time with your partners. Weiss drags you around where she wants to go, and Yang and I have been trying to get a bit closer so we can figure out how to work together like you and Weiss.” 

“I wouldnt take Weiss and I as a… good example to follow. We still argue a lot and the only reason we seem to be working well together is because Weiss has decided to try to follow my lead and take a step back from trying to be the leader.” 

“And yet, you both seem to be able to work with each other almost as if you’ve known each other for years.” Blake sighed and opened the dorm door for Ruby, letting her in first. “I envy that. Yang and I still have to call everything out and even then, its hit or miss if what we do works.” 

Ruby sat down on Weiss’s bed and took her shoes off. “And you dont see the training she puts me through. Sometimes I wish she’d lay off trying to get everything perfect. Though, I have to admit, having a silent signal for what we want to do has made things a bit easier.” 

Blake closed the door and went to her own bed, taking her book out of her bag to set down on her pillow. “Still, it all seems to be working for you.” 

“You and Yang arent exactly slouching either when it comes to working together. I’m a bit jealous with how often the two of you go off together.” 

“Jealous, huh?” 

“W-well, not exactly too jealous, just… well… you know, the two of you are always going out to eat together and she knows you a lot better than Weiss and I do, so… you know…” 

Blake smiled a bit as she watched Ruby try to hide her own blush as she fumbled with her words. It was refreshing to see her just as nervous as she was, even if it may have been for different reasons. “Yang told you I wasnt going home, didnt she?” 

“...yeah, she did.” 

“Well, I guess now’s a better time than any to get to know each other better.” Blake smiled a bit and pulled out a bottle of Weiss’s nail polish and sat down on the floor. “We can start simple by playing twenty questions. You start.” 

Ruby nodded and sat down in front of Blake. “Alright, what’s your favorite color?” 

Blake uncapped the bottle and made sure to get the excess nail polish off the brush before carefully painting Ruby’s nails blue. “Violet. And yours?” 

“Blue.” 

“I figured it’d be red.” 

“I like red, especially strawberry red, but its not exactly my favorite color.” 

“With how much red you wear, everyone thinks differently.” 

“The cloak my mom made for me when I was younger was red, and I never could find a blue that matched it,” Ruby answered, keeping her fingers still. “And once I started sewing my own clothes, it was easier to get ahold of black and red fabric than it was any other colors.” 

Blake paused for a moment. “You sew your own clothes?” 

“I thought it was my turn to ask a question.” 

“R-right, it is.” 

Ruby took a moment to think. “So, what made you want to be a huntress after you left the White Fang?” 

“I… wanted to do something to fix the damage I’ve caused.” Blake dipped the brush in the nail polish again before starting another finger. “Before I realized how far Adam was willing to go, I… I thought following the White Fang was the right thing to do, that those that left were just cowards willing to give up on changing everything. But after a few years, I started to realize that we did a lot more damage than good. It didnt take long for me to start looking for excuses to avoid missions or to start looking for other ways to get the job done while hurting as few people as possible. After I left, I told myself I was going to fix things the right way.” 

“Sounds like you’re on the right path now.” 

Blake nodded and slowly started to move onto a third finger, making sure to be careful not to stain Ruby’s fingers. “I hope I am. Though, there are some days that I think what I’m doing isnt enough.” 

Ruby moved her hand away for a moment to let the nail polish dry. “Your turn.” 

“So, who taught you how to sew?” 

“I learned on my own.” 

Blake smiled a bit and moved Ruby’s hand back towards her to finish off the rest of her fingers. “Seems a bit tough to learn on your own.” 

“It was.” Ruby held herself still again, letting out a soft sigh as she kept a smile on her face. “Yang taught me how to cook and build weapons, but when it came down to sewing, that wasnt something she was good at. And dad… well, he threw himself into work often, coming home late and usually a bit too tired to do much else beyond making dinner. So I’d look up how-to videos and learned to sew. It didnt take long for me to start sewing my own clothes and making my own style.” 

Blake paused for a moment as she listened, Ruby’s story sounding a bit different from how Yang would describe life when she was younger. Not that Yang really said much, but she always made it sound like she was the one who taught Ruby everything and that their dad was there more often than not. Still, she couldnt look away from the smile that Ruby kept, even if the smile wasnt as genuine as it could be. “Still sounds like a great skill you have.” 

“I wouldnt have made my own combat gear if I hadnt learned. Any hobbies you have besides reading?” 

“I… never really got myself into much.” Blake finished Ruby’s left hand and started to paint the nails on her right. “My mom taught me how to cook and my dad made sure I could live on my own if I ever needed to. But after I ran away, I… didnt exactly have a lot of time to pick up anything else. Most of everything else I learned to do was on the fly by other members of the White Fang. Lockpicking, basic hacking, pickpocketing… mostly things that were needed to get the job done.” 

Ruby smiled a bit. “Maybe you can teach me a few things.” 

Blake went quiet for a moment as she finished painting Ruby’s right hand, giving a small smile as she pulled away. “So, what do you think?” 

“I… think I dont quite understand why Weiss likes this,” Ruby answered. 

“Once your nails are dry, we can remove the polish if you dont like it.” 

“Let’s keep it on. Besides, we still need to do yours, right?” 

Blake nodded and passed the bottle to Ruby, holding out her left hand for her to paint. A blush crossed her cheeks again as she felt Ruby gently hold it still as she painted her nails. “So… anyone you like?” 

“Well, I like you and Weiss. Then there’s Penny and Jaune, Nora and Ren are pretty fun to hang around as well-” 

“I meant as a crush.” 

“Oh.” Ruby paused for a moment. “I… havent actually thought that far yet. Part of me thinks I might be a bit broken because I havent had a lot of interest in people like that.” 

“I doubt you’re broken.” 

“I tried dating a guy at Signal and I… couldnt do it.” 

“Maybe you need to find the right person.” Blake blew on her nails as Ruby pulled away to dip the brush in the nail polish again. “Or get to know the right person.” 

Ruby shrugged and pulled Blake’s hand back to finish her nails. “I think I’ve met someone that I might be able to make things work with.” 

“Is that so?” 

“Isnt it my turn to ask a question?” 

Blake nodded. “I guess I am getting ahead of myself.” 

“What about you? Anyone that you like?” 

“I-” Blake paused for a moment as she tried to figure out how to answer the question, her blush started to grow a bit. “There… might be someone on our team that I like. And I hope I can get to know her a bit more.” 

Ruby smiled a bit and finished painting Blake’s nails. “Maybe you’ll have a chance to.” 

Blake nodded and pulled her hand away, smiling as she looked at her now black nails. Then, she looked up at Ruby, relaxing a bit as she let out her breath. “Would… you go on a date with me? Nothing fancy, just… a trip around town and maybe you can teach me a thing or two about sewing.” 

Ruby paused for a moment, hand shaking as she put the nail polish away. “I… I think I’d be up to that. We can go tomorrow if you dont have anything else to do.” 

“I’d like that.”

[chocolatte-and-despair]

Girly please drop a small headcanons for female pc and male plssss in degrees of lewidy 😭😭😭

Warning: 18+ content

Male PC - Matthew

Matthew is a protective high awareness and exhibitionism character. There are a few scenarios that I imagine you would catch the eye of Matthew.

The first would be if you're in a similar situation as Robin. Unable to pay Bailey, and are friends with Matthew. He will extend the offer of taking your debt too, like he did to Robin. In this route, Matthew might use the guilt you feel for wringing him dry of his money to get sexual favors. If you have a high level of love with him, he might gently coerce you into dating him.

Matthew can be quite pushy and put ideas in your mind that you originally might not even consider.

If you're a stubborn person or have a high defiance level, Matthew might try to change up his approach, instead of making you pity him. He would probably set up an assault on him so you would see it, and save him, or have you walk up on him while Whitney is bullying him.

Matthew doesn't care how he will catch your eye, as long as you end up comfortably warming his bed, as he knows that you're safe in his arms.

Now, if you headcanon your character to not be from the orphanage, then a high defiant or sadism character might catch the eye of Matthew.

Seeing you fight off people trying to assault you, or standing up to bullies harassing Robin or Kyler shows him that maybe you're just like him and he approaches you to befriend you.

In such a scenario, you are equal to him, and he pulls you into his plans to ask Kyler to add the pepper spray lab in the orphanage which might bring you around to cause trouble, and help others.

Matthew doesn't see you as a damsel in distress in this route, nor does he try to play as one. The two of you are equals in every day: partners in crime. It wouldn't be too far-fetched if you two became just partners, no?

Female PC - Lucie

Lucie is a high physique and beauty character. She was naturally a gifted student and attracted the eye of too many people for her comfort, so she worked hard to become the type that could put people in their places when someone harasses her.

She's not as kind as Matthew, having experienced sexual harassment from a younger age than Matthew, yet that made her have a higher willpower than Matthew.

Chances are that she met you either as a coworker at the strip club.

Lucie has a high level purity, so it's strange that she works at the strip club, but Darryl is one of the only normal bosses around, besides Alex, so she decided to brave that shitty workplace, just for a chance to have a normal boss.

She met you, as you were one of the dancers and the two of you bonded almost immediately over your hatred for this shit town, and dreams of one day leaving.

Lucie doesn't trust many, but you were one of those people that she would sleep next to without fear. She even started walking you home after your shifts, just to be sure you get home fine.

The romance grows slowly, but when she finally realizes that you're just more than a trusted friend in her mind, she's conflicted. One part of her wonders if she's just like every other freak in this town, or if she really loves you.

It all probably culminates into an aggressive confession, as she slams you into the wall behind the strip club and confesses that you've been driving her crazy.

No matter if you accept her or decline her, from the moment she accepted her feelings for you, she becomes an unmovable wall that stands between you and anyone who might mean you harm - or try to romance you.

Dating or not, in her mind, you are something precious she won't let anyone sully.

[stickeykeys]

₊⊹જ⁀➴ maybe you are the only thing holding you back... no, seriously !!

hi! okay i know a lot of us have been trying to shift for a while (some for months, most for a few years) and i know you're feeling really discouraged right now. but but, i'm here to remind you that maybe what you're lacking is practice.

shifting is a skill and you need to exercise that skill, and practice it. constantly. if you want to improve.

at the end of 2022 i started keeping a shifting log to track how well i was doing with attempts and to see what sorts of results i was getting (its the stem girlie in me, sue me), and i took my log very seriously. every time i made a serious attempt to shift - and no, i don't mean a half-hearted "i'm gonna shift tonight" as an affirmation before clocking out as soon as i hit the pillow, i mean actually meditating and affirming and doing a method (which is what works for me!) before going to bed - i would write down my experience the next day in my log.

but a few days ago when i looked back at my 2023 log? i had made a serious attempt a total of three times that year. i'm completely serious, three. times.

that was it!! that's all i had done for all 365 days of the year. three serious attempts. that's 0.82% of the entire year.

and i had the audacity to wonder why on earth i didn't feel like i was getting any better, or any closer, to my dr.

now i'm not saying nor ridiculing nor interrogating you about your shifting attempts, schedule, or efforts, but i'm just asking for you to really thing when the last time you seriously tried to shift. not everyone needs a method, yes that's true, but for a lot of us it helps.

i know this post may come off a little harsh, but all i'm trying to say is, that maybe what you're lacking in motivation, is simply practice! trust me, when you start putting the work into each shifting attempt, it gets just a little bit easier every. single. time.

i also want you to realise and understand that if you don't shift on the first attempt then that is NORMAL. that is okay and valid and normal. if you don't shift on your second attempt? also okay and normal. don't ridicule yourself for not getting there immediately, it will take time and that's okay.

each single attempt is one step closer to your dr. and i mean that so seriously. each attempt gets you one step closer, but also remember, everyone's staircase to success is different. some people have as little as three steps, and for some of us, it's 17 flights (and both are okay).

take your time. you've got this. put in the effort and you will get your results. after all, you only reap what you sow.

[thephantomcasebook]

Hello! I'm sorry, I don't know how the financial aspect of films and series works, but I was curious, could you talk about the subject of the studio being underwater by 50 billion? I really don't understand since HBO has several series that were successful and HOTD itself was very successful, unlike its competitor from the Amazon studio. As for promotion, I don't think we need to worry, HBO is focusing on TBxTG,so I think it will be Emma and Matt and Olivia and Fabien will promote together 😊

Warner is like a big suit that keeps putting money in different pockets.

HBO is a subsidiary of Warner Brothers. HBO's earnings go into the Warner slush fund and then Warner gives HBO an operating budget. A show is commissioned by a studio who hires a production company, that is paid for by producers.

"House of the Dragon" is given a budget by HBO that is financed by Warner Brother's operating budget. Which means that the show must make back both production and marketing cost, plus salaries of cast and such.

Season 1's budget was around 230$ Million. Which means to make a profit House of the Dragon has to make back at least 780$ Million Dollars in revenue - new subscribers to "MAX", Merchandising, and physical media sales. If the show is a complete thud than they can write it off on their taxes as a loss. But if it's only okay to moderate, than its a disaster cause they can't recoup the money nor can they write off the entire production.

So, the only way that "House of the Dragon" can keep is if it is growing "MAX" by gaining new viewers by pushing subscribers to the streaming service. You need a full turn out from a wide audience.

The issue that almost sank "House of the Dragon" in season 1 was the complete lack of self-awareness from Olivia Cooke, Miguel Sapochnik, and Sara Hess, along with some of the female directors. In that for a show of this budget, of this scale, you cannot alienate an audience.

As much as they live in their Hollywood and London social bubble of "The Morality is Settled" with their childish luxury politics. Most of the world, much less their countries, doesn't believe in their elitist white girl social and political beliefs. Which means that by leading with bimbo feminism, closet lesbianism, and "commentary" on abortion ... you're not just isolating 3/4ths of a potential audience, you're turning off a global audience in general.

So while Tumblr and Reddit might find Emma D'arcy and Olivia Cooke's antics and interviews charming ... no one else did. There remained a lack of care and disinterest in the show and the hard work of others from 30 year old women acting like self-important teenager girls.

If you piss off a large contingent of the audience, then you have a net negative subscriber base, because, people will not watch your show. And then you're going to have to justify to the bean counters in accounting why your show needs a larger budget. Thus, if a large and complicated show like "House of the Dragon" doesn't have the operating budget to tell the story they need, then they cancel your show.

The issue is that due to a lack of professionalism across the board, people like Oliva Cooke and Sara Hess, don't understand this. They're not thinking of the show or below the line workers that need these jobs. They're thinking of themselves and only themselves. By running their mouth and virtue signaling through their privileged white girl luxury politics, they're making themselves look good for activists and Tumblr morons, sure. "OLIVIA IS SO GIRLIE, UWU!" but in reality, the normal person who watches this show doesn't nor wants to care about Cooke's personal politics and, in fact, they're so obscure and unrelatable to a majority of the world that people will be turned off by them.

Most people hate actors and actresses ... and no one wants to hear them talk unless they're playing a character.

So, Warner is operating in a 50 Billion Dollar Hole, and borrowing their production budget on credit from banks. That means that they have to make a shit ton of money ... and fast. Which, alternatively, means that they have to rely on their franchises to get them out of it. "House of the Dragon" is something they can lean on because "Game of Thrones" was a global phenomenon - second highest viewed TV Show of all time behind "Downton Abbey".

Therefore they need the largest audience possible in order to drive growth in "MAX". Thus. the last thing they want is a loud mouth airhead actress or writer/producer going out and making potential customers angry or antagonizing the audience and making them leave.

The worst thing that can happen to a entertainment company of any kind is for the customer to realize that said entertainment company is a luxury commodity and that they don't actually need them. Cause they'll never pay for it again.

[fertilize-my-eggs]

Send to the mha omegaverse ch.3

Joining the league of villains. A03

Ch.1 ch.2 ch.4

A/N: the next chapter will be smutty ;) I don't remember if twice join in before or after toga and dabi but you and Jin join them in, toga and dabi join in afterwards. Every chapter will be posted on Thursday ❤️❤️❤️

The hours went to weeks as I woke up in a room, I'm not home… Nor in my old world but in Jin's apartment, I would greet him every morning while he was near a window smoking cigarettes. The patches that I got from izuku were gone in a flash as I worried about the alphas finding me and taking advantage of me.

Living with Jin has been nice sometimes, I found out he's a beta and wasn't interested in biting my neck like alphas do. It was difficult to live a normal life with this cursed quirk, I don't like staring at people's faces whenever it's eye contact otherwise they'll get affected by my quirk.

“ hey y/n!!! ” I turned my head towards twice as he put his hands on my shoulder with a huge smile on his face.

“ Friend, you're not gonna believe this but we're joining a group!! Isn't that great girly? ” He's talking about the League of villains?? Oh man… does this affect the story that I will become a villain and fight with the hero… I mean it's not canon, but this is probably the same universe as it but a different story and doesn't affect it like the manga in my world.

I look at his feet as I smile happily.” hell yeah!! But… ” I look away as I bite my lips.

“ What if they don't like me? Or think my quirk is dumb. ” I can see twice tilt his head to the side as he said.

“ what??? Friend, you're great!! No you suck ass… but I think you'll do amazing, your quirk is quite useful… You don't know how to use it dumb bitch. ” I laugh awkwardly as I rub my neck, it's true… I can't control it and whenever an alpha locks eyes with me, I always run away in panic and twice would help me out. I feel weak, I feel pathetic having this quirk.

I sigh softly as I said.”... alright let's join them. I hope they think I'm cool just like you said buddy. ” Jin has a smile on his face as he said.

“ RIGHTT!! YOU'LL FIT IN GIRL.. ” he pulled me into a hug as I hugged him back, it felt nice but I soon realized I'm gonna meet shigaraki face to face…. Ohh I'm getting excited and nervous at the same time.

We got dressed into nice outfits, twice got me a white cloth to cover my eyes so I won't affect people around me with my quirk.

We were talking and walking towards the location of it as Jin spotted a man with light gray hair smoking a cigarette, he blew a puff of smoke out as he greeted us.

It's giran, I thought to myself.. Jin was trying not to panic as I pat his shoulder softly.

“ hey.. it'll be okay Jin, don't freak out.” I whisper to him as I could tell by his heavy breathing and holding his chest.

He grips the paper bag on his head as he controls his breath, I feel pity for him.

Having to deal with his quirk alone and freaking out that he will hurt himself again, he told me about it when I first joined him in his apartment. He struggled with it on a daily basis.

He nods his head as we meet Giran.

“ hello. You must be Jin Bubaigawara and y/n l/n? ” I nod my head as I said.” Yeah, we are here to join the league. ” twice mumble quietly towards me.

“ y/n…. I'm freaking out here. ” I rub his back comfortably as I lean in.

“ Stay calm dude, I know it's hard, I'm sorry you're dealing with it. ” I pout my lips as I feel sadness towards him, poor guy.

“ Come on in! Let's have a little chat and then you can meet the boss. ” I nod my head as we follow Giran inside the building.

“ So I heard you two have intriguing quirks… I must ask why do you have a paper bag over your head and why are you wearing an old cloth? ”

We sat in the booth as bubaigawara explained about his quirk and why he has a bag over his face.

Giran inhales the smoke as he puffs it out.

“ ahh.. I see. Well what your quirk and why you're wearing a blindfold? ” I started to feel nervous as I looked down at the table.

“ Well my quirk is called lovestruck, I can't make eye contact with anyone because they'll get affected by my quirk. So I'm wearing this cloth to cover my eyes. ”

I removed my cloth as I looked at his purple suit.

“ Your eyes are normal but useful quirks, I'll let the boss know and we'll see what we can do for you. ”

We watch Giran getting up to walk away as he turns." Would you guys like a drink? ” I put my blindfold on as I said.

“ No thank you, I think we're good. ” Giran nods his head as he walks away, the minute feels like hours as I turn towards twice.

“ It'll be okay friend, take deep breathing. ” I rub his shoulder as he leans towards the table and hear him breathing.

Then we heard the door open and close.

“ Alrighty, the boss wants to see both of you right now. ” … shit I'm gonna meet him, my favorite character that I simp for… well I still can't say character anymore since I exist in their world and there is no way people will believe me if I told them that I'm not in their world…. Would the league of villains believe me? Would shigaraki believe me that I'm not in their universe?

As we were getting up, Giran raised a hand with a crooked smile.

“ One at a time, Jin came with me. ” I blink a few times shit shit shit…. This is gonna be interesting.

I look at twice as he gets up to follow giran leaving me alone.

This is nerve wrecking, I swear.. No wonder he was panicking already.

Stay calm, maybe twice won't get dusted off by shigaraki, I had to play my cards right otherwise shigaraki will disintegrate me… he wouldn't do that.. would he?

Wait, would I die in this world? Would I be in the afterlife or-...

I didn't have time to think as Giran came in with a smile.

“ Jin is accepted into the group now it's your turn y/n. ” I had a smile on my face as I got up, I knew he was joining the league but will he accept me as well?

It was difficult seeing where I was going but Giran helped me out by holding my arm as we headed into the hallway and into the bar.

It feels intense, the atmosphere feels heavy as I stare at my feet underneath my blindfold.

It was silent as I heard Tomura speak, I had goosebumps just hearing his raspy tone.

“ you.. removed your blindfold so we can have a talk. I have questions for you. ” I gulp my saliva as I try to stay calm but also freaking out that I'm meeting him.

I removed my blindfold as I looked at the floor, I can't tell his body language but it felt intense, I can smell his scent. It was faint but it's smell like light dew drop rain from a morning with a hint of citrus lingering. The smell makes my omega mind into lustful hazed as I bite my tongue to not do anything, I'm hoping shigaraki doesn't tell by my scent.

“ state your name and quirk omega. ”

“ I-I’m y/n l/n, my quirk is called lovestruck. ” I gulp hard as I try not to panic, feeling dry in my throat.

“ I can't make eye contact with anyone by my quirk, they're will get affected by it and- ”

“ I don't believe you. Look at me while you're speaking to me. ” I pause as I feel panicked quickly, it'll answer my question from a few days ago.. will he become full yandere if I look him in the eyes? I felt a lump in my throat as I slowly looked up.

We made eye contact for the first time, he looks the same just like the anime version in my world… It feels weird seeing him casually sitting here with his leg over the other.

He had a calm aura that made this eerily unnerving atmosphere. Putting a hand on his chin made my knees weak as I bit my lips.

He so fucking hot, I don't wanna giggle too much otherwise he's gonna think I'm a weirdo.

Wait, my quirk does not affect him, he looked emotionless and hard to tell what he was thinking as he tilted his head. Odd.. I thought to myself.

“ Why do you wanna join us? ” I blink as I thought about a reason to join them. . . Think of something fast.

“ I-... I want to join the league because I want a better life.. ” his eyes light up as he straightens his back.

“ I want equality for this world, I want everything to be peaceful where we don't have to fight each other. ” I know it's far-fetched by this but I already know what happened towards the end of the manga but will this be the same as there?

I see tomura smirk wide as he puts his fingers on the wooden bar, I'm about to scream in joy, I've never seen him smiling like that.

“ Interesting answer.. we'll destroy the heroes and make this a better society.. give them a destruction over this rpg plot storyline. ” I smile at him as I look down at my feet.

I began to noticed his hand going up to his neck as he growled.

“ turn your quirk off, it's pissing me off.. ” I blink a few times as I think, oh it is affecting him… I thought he wasn't getting affected immediately, maybe he was just tolerating it a bit.

“ I'm sorry!! I don't know how to control it at the moment… How are you feeling? ” I was curious about it but also I didn't want him to kill me quickly as I watched the scene unfold as he dug his skin harshly seeing the blood coming out make me feel bad for him.

“ What the hell do you mean you can't turn it off and how am I feeling?!? ” He gets up as I feel a chill run down my spine as I hold my breath, back away slowly until my back touches the wall.

Tomura ran towards me as I heard the loud slam of his palm hitting the wall as I looked at him in shock and turned on by this. His four fingers aren't touching the wall as he stares down at me like a piece of meat.

Why do I feel like this, why do I feel myself getting wet from him doing that, I should be scared and fearing for my life that tomura shigaraki can easily disintegrate me immediately and I'll gladly accept it just to see him one last time. At least I'll die happily knowing that I met him in person.

He's so much taller than me makes this nerve wracking as I feel hair standing on my neck while I stare into his intense red eyes.

“ how am I feeling.. tsk it feels…" I can see his eyes dilating fast as he growls low as a smirk appears on his face.

“ I don't know this feeling but it makes me want to do the things towards you omega.. ” he closed his fist tight as he lean in to whisper into my ear.

“ unspeakable things that, I want you… mine-... You're so cute and annoying that I want to tear you apart every inch of you. ” I put my hand on my chest as I began to feel my cheeks red from this.

“ I can't look you straight in the eyes by this quirk. It's driving me nuts. ” he growls as he grips my arms as he speaks.

“ you're gonna be a problem little omega, I know it… I-I…” he immediately removed his hands as he backed away as he just stared at me intensely. I barely hear it but he mumble.

“ your scent… it-... ” he turned away, not looking at me.

“... you can stay and kurogiri will help you better with your quirk. Keep the blindfold on, I can't think… straight by this.” I watch Shigaraki quickly speed away into a hallway, making me think.

Wow… this quirk is dangerous for myself, Jesus Christ…. I can't imagine being alone with him but I want him to do it again, I feel my heart jumping out of my chest, the way he looks at me and the way he's telling me.

I couldn't stop my cheeks from burning as I rubbed my skin softly.

Giran put a hand on my shoulder.” wow… never seen him acting like that. ” he has a smile as he begins to chuckle.

“ I think the alpha really likes you and your quirk, I'm impressed that he didn't use his quirk on you. . . ” I let out the air as I breathed some in, I grip my shirt tight.

I can't imagine what they will be like once the groups come together.

I smile softly as I suddenly feel pain in my womb as I cry out, I collapse onto the ground as Giran has a shock expression on his face.

“ oh crap, you're going into heat.. no wonder alpha shigaraki ran away from this…. It's because of you. ” I started to smell my scent getting stronger by the minute. The strong strawberry scent turned sweeter and more intense as I curled into a ball.

Great… this couldn't get any better, I hugged myself tight as I felt my entrance getting slick with wetness as my mind couldn't think clearly but… to breed.. have pups, my omega mind want him asap.. I chirp out loud.

“ alpha shigaraki… fuck! It hurts..” my eyes begin to watery as I rub my thick thighs together, I immediately get up fast as my body has a mind of its own as I speed off looking for him.

I hear Giran’s voice in the background but I don't think about it as I crave it… craving tomura right now.

[yuikomorii]

Can we talk about something that I don’t really get. I’ve been in this fandom for a long time and I really can’t believe the fandom sees Yui as a girly girl.

I’m not saying it as something mean but she’s not like that in the slightest in the games. Not entirely tomboy but not girly either, she’s just a normal person who isn’t a stereotype and that’s what makes her special from other heroines I had seen.

Are people only seeing her as girly because she cooks and wears pink?! So do Reiji and Ruki and Kou wears that color too and that doesn’t make them any less manly. It feels like the fandom only likes their own version of Yui. She’s just an ordinary girl, and whoever does that misses the whole point of her character. She’s not the epitome of beauty nor girly, she’s made to be a normal girl with a f-ing good heart that can heal even the worst of the monsters. I apologize for making this so long, I would love to hear your thoughts admin because you seem one of the few real ones in this fandom and I love your blog ❤️

// Oh, someone finally understands! Thank you so much for your kind words! I'm glad there are people out there who can objectively analyze a character because everything you said there is true! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Yui is not girly, and this has been confirmed numerous times in the games, but there is nothing wrong with that:

Yui was never interested in make-up until she saw how beautiful her Ryōtei Academy classmates were. Although, she abandoned the idea of wearing make-up later. In Kou's MB route, he does her make-up, which she didn’t really like because she believed she looked too different dolled up.

Yui had never tried nail polish before Ruki's DF heaven scenario.

Laito claims that after they started dating, he was surprised to discover that Yui wasn't good at girl stuff at all.

Yui isn’t really fond of elegant clothing; when Cordelia was in her body, she dressed her up in that lovely dark blue dress but Yui described it as “tight and uncomfortable”. The only reason she wore the outfits she did in the games was most likely because they were all pretty baggy and comfortable. Furthermore, not all of them are pink nor pastel-colored.

Her fashion sense is regarded as bad. She got a new dress in VC because the clothes she was wearing were called too "servant-like”.

She was sitting down at a ball when Reiji told her something, so she jumped up excited but almost fell down because she couldn't handle the heels.

She never puts on perfume. In Ayato's CL, she wore it for him, but he noticed her smell and said he preferred her natural one.

I also believe that people frequently confuse being girly with being feminine. Is Yui girly? No, she's not into girl stuff. Is she feminine? Of course, she's the heroine, and she's supposed to represent a girl, so she'd have some traditionally feminine personality traits like generosity, warmth, kindness, and empathy. However, it’s not like she can’t be loud, a klutz or not ladylike:

She’s confirmed to have a very loud voice. When hiding, her voice is every time said to be the loudest, even when she's whispering.

She's clumsy, and she definitely lacks grace (yet I find that cute).

She canonically doesn’t have a very good posture. Reiji and other characters complained about that at some point.

Remember, being feminine doesn’t only mean being quiet, soft-spoken, graceful, wise or chic; it includes a variety of other characteristics, and no one says you have to possess all of them to be considered feminine. 💕

[pollenallergie]

ethel cain is going to be on tumblr less (aka not interacting with the girlies and the goblins on here as much anymore) because of the new, hyper-intense, stupid fucking fan culture.

please, i’m begging you guys, be normal about/towards celebrities (especially towards artists)!! for the love of god. it’s getting to the point where creatives no longer enjoy interacting with their audience because some aggressively loud and over-the-top people can’t chill the fuck out.

BE FUCKING NORMAL TOWARDS ARTISTS YOU ENJOY!! singers/musicians, actors, artists of all kind, they don’t deserve the shit you guys are putting them through… so knock it the fuck off!! if you see a celebrity in public, it’s probably okay to politely ask for a photo and then calmly walk away when/if they decline. it’s not okay to throw a fit when they decline, to stalk them all across the fucking world in order to get a picture with them, to literally chase them down to get a picture or to see them, to harass their partners and family members, to harass them, to put their private personal lives on blast (exposing who they’re dating, where they live, their parents names, etc.). none of that shit has ever been okay. it wasn’t okay when they did it to britney and justin bieber and all the other pop culture icons and it certainly isn’t okay now. so cut that shit out. don’t harass/stalk your favorite celebrities in person nor online!! just fucking be cool! be normal!! stop being creepy and overly intense!! you don’t have to treat them like they’re normal people, because, in a lot of ways they aren’t just your average person, but FOR CHRISTS SAKE DO NOT TREAT THEM LIKE FUCKING ANIMALS IN A ZOO JUST THERE FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE AND ENTERTAINMENT!!! honestly, if you guys treated actual zoo animals the same way you treat these celebrities, you’d be banned from every fucking zoo you’ve ever step foot in. so cut the shit.

[one-abuse-survivor]

I'm sorry for sending this question, but is it normal if at my 18 years old my mother still controls what I'm wearing? She won't let me but anything she doesn't approve, she won't let me use makeup nor cut my hair if she doesn't like it, but if she thinks it's right to straightening my hair or curling my eyelashes with chemical treatments she won't doubt in suggesting it lot of times, even if I say I like those parts of me... I know this can be seen as I'm searching for attention but I swear that isn't my intention, I just want a external opinion about if I'm a martyr and a dramatic, my physical aspect has always been a pretty rough topic for me, I was bullied in school and my father would constantly call me travestite when I was younger; at present, I'm finally coming across with the terms of feeling truly beautiful but all the comments of my mother doesn't stop to make me feel like I'm delusional for wanting makeup or "girly" clothing.

Again, I'm sorry for sending this question, I know you probably are busy and it isn't my intention to take much of your time, but I feel lost and everytime I think about my mother I feel like a bad daughter and I don't trust myself to have an opinion about this without remembering all the times she's said to me I enjoy suffering. So I'm pretty lost right now.

Have a good day!

Hi, nonnie! Please don't be sorry for sending this question. It belongs on this blog, and I'm glad you asked because now I can tell you that what your mother is doing is absolutely, 100% not okay. I'll tell you more: saying those things to your child isn't okay at any age.

You should never have had to hear your parents' opinions of your body. That kind of comment can have a huge impact on anyone's self-esteem—especially on a kid's/teenager's, especially if the comments are frequent, and especially if they're coming from your very parents. Your body is your business. You deserve to make choices regarding your own body. You are not their doll. You are not their property. You are, and have always been, a human being deserving of bodily autonomy. Their opinions on what you do with your body are their problem, not yours.

And you should never have had to be controlled like this. Who is your mother to tell you you can't wear make-up? Again, you're not her doll or her property. So what if she doesn't approve? Good for her, but she still has no right to tell you what you can and can't do with your own body. And she also has no right to tell you what she thinks you should change about your body. She can change those things about herself if she wants to; that's why her body is hers to do with it what she wants. But yours isn't.

Of course you're not searching for attention, nonnie ❤️ I understand needing the validation that you're not exaggerating, and I promise you you aren't. This kind of control over one's body can be deeply traumatic and have very long-lasting effects, and it is a form of abuse. She's overstepping your boundaries and acting like she has a right to your body. She's depriving you of autonomy. The fact that she's making you feel delusional and like a bad daughter means there's possibly also gaslighting and guilt-tripping going on.

You deserve so much better than this, nonnie. You're not being dramatic. You're rightfully feeling wronged because your autonomy has been taken away, your boundaries persistently overstepped, your physical image mocked, criticised, and controlled, and your feelings and wants dismissed. It really sounds like what you're going through is traumatic, and I hope you can put some space between you and your mother/parents now that you're 18.

Sending all my support your way ❤️

[we-pay-for-everything]

re the last line of that meta: You ARE extremely smart, and your opinion does matter! We don't even follow each other because you'd hate my blog (we have different OTPs, though we do agree on delena and a few others and we both love AtS!), but I adore and respect you so much. You make a difference even to those of us who aren't your mutuals! Anyway, I'd love to hear your analysis on the differences and similarities between Buffy Summers and Cordelia Chase. I love both and know that Cordy is more seriously flawed, but while I'm very different from Cordy, I actually love her even more than I love Buffy, especially given how joyless Buffy was - understandably, but still - throughout the last few seasons of BtVS. Cordleia is just such a unique, distinctive character and so spirited. Can't wait to hear your thoughts!

Thank you!!! I'm guessing you're maybe a Cangel and/or Spuffy shipper? Thank you so much for saying I'm smart and that you adore and respect me, especially if we have different OTPs <3! Your kind words put a smile on my face every time I read them so you've made a difference too! I wish I could express my sincere gratitude better...

If you know my blog, you might know I'm neither the biggest Cordelia nor the biggest Buffy fan. Also, I get that Cordelia was supposed to be Buffy's shadow self, but I know nothing about shadow selves - from Cordelia to Drusilla, Kendra, Faith, and Spike, I seriously don't notice stuff like that. I guess I'm more of a science than an art person so I always miss foreshadowing and metaphors and stuff like that.

I'm not the best person to ask this. I'm probably fonder of Buffy, but there are many times I don't like Buffy and I relate to her just about as well as I relate to Cordelia. Buffy's probably more relatable in season 6, but the execution is so bad that even then it's difficult.

Something I never liked about Buffy was her fixation with dating and observing all the girly clichés, like going to prom and doing her nails. Many girls care about that - and there's nothing wrong with it!, I know it's something normal Buffy was deprived of - but the writers tried too hard to show Buffy was "just a girl" - young, cute, hot and liked boys! I always wanted to be different from "all the girls" even though I'm like them, and she was the opposite lmao (but you could tell she was written by a bunch of adult men who knew shit about teenage girls). Cordelia, as obsessed with popularity as she initially was, was pretty different from Buffy because she didn't really care about being "normal" on AtS. She made a few efforts to date and marry rich, but, in the end, she liked not being "normal" because she finally had real friends and something she could do that no one else could (there was no one to compete with either...). That's something admirable about Cordelia, but, tbh, AtS was never about being a normal person in your 20s, like people say - the show skipped almost every common experience or issue a 20 year old would have and went straight to the depression and existential crisis part of it lmao.

Buffy and Cordy are both stubborn, witty, brave, smart, fashionable, have bright personalities and smiles, can be really competitive. Buffy has less of an ego, is more sensitive and selfless, and lot kinder and gentler than Cordelia; at the same time less, she was less involved in her friends' lives because of her slaying gig. I think Cordelia noticed her friends more and gave more advice and support in her own way. A notable difference between them is that becoming a slayer was the worst thing that could've happened to Buffy in her opinion, yet Cordy liked having visions since she got to help people and they allowed her to become even more unique and badass. Buffy obviously enjoyed some aspects of being a slayer, and getting visions was no walk in the park, but I think Cordelia and Buffy had contrasting responses to their "gifts". Cordelia had a more positive arc overall. Even though she died (fuck you, Joss), her final episode was beautiful and implied that she found peace and truly became a higher being. Cordelia wasn't herself in season 4, so her last real arc was in season 3, a season in which she was OOC (imo) yet happy. Cordelia also, ironically, got to have a lot more normal human experiences than Buffy (casual dating, being a "secretary", being a "parent", going out for drinks and karaoke with her friends, going out for dinner or to the opera, etc.). Being a slayer was harder than seeing the future. Actually, saving the world was a positive in AtS because the characters were after redemption and/or were outcasts with nothing better to do and who wanted to feel needed and have a place where they belonged. In BtVS though, saving the world just kept the characters from being happy and normal and being a superhero was generally a burden.

Buffy was more pessimistic than Cordelia. They evolved in opposite directions when it came to their outlook on life. Like I said, Cordelia had a more positive arc than Buffy; over time, she became happier, less jaded, more in touch with her emotions and satisfied with her life (if we think of Cordelia as Charisma, then Cordelia had a rough arc, though...) Are there more differences and similarities? Definitely, but I'm running out of things to say! I think I focused more on Cordy than Buffy, but I know AtS a lot better than BtVS... More (outdated, don't know if it reflects my current thoughts) stuff I wrote about them: x x.

Anyway, thanks for the ask and for being so lovely to me!!! <3<<3<3

[kyle-fiore]

Kyle x Derby AU, meeting as adults

Derby is a baker, while Kyle is a prostitute (as if it matter uhgcffffff

Kyles perspective as its easier to write for me

Treys bakery is closed for 2 weeks for some vacation Kyle didnt hear details about. He did hear that Yuuki and Trey were getting married though, so he was happy for them. Just, it was reminding him how desperate he was for a partner. He liked being able to go out for awhile instead of being cooped up in his apartment or going out with people he didnt even like.

He laid on his bed, scrolling away at his phone out of pure boredom and unreasonable exhaustion. He stopped on a video of a cake being made. It reminded him that he had barely eaten today.. And, now he was craving sweets. He was way too lazy to make them himself, nor did he trust ordering them online. It was still around mid-day.. He could find some other place to go.

So, he did exactly that. Getting dressed up in his pricey, girly clothes and putting on his makeup, he searched for some sort of bakery nearby. He found a place, Amor de Oso. He didnt understand the name whatsoever, but that didnt matter. It looked to be cute and that made him want to go. He quickly searched his messy room, finding his KAngel plush keychain to bring with him just for pictures. He put on his mini backpack and went out the door, locking up his apartment.

He walked to the place, as it wasnt very far thankfully. He felt like breathing some fresh air anyway, and it was nice out. Even if his definition of it being nice out is being cold. He took a look at the place. It contrasted quite a bit from the surrounding building, having a more homey feel with the shades of brown and green used for the details. Large windows were on either side of the door, having some pasteries on display. He opened the door and walked in, instantly being hit with a cinnamon smell. Not his favorite, but it wasnt that bad.. The interior had a warm, nature vibe to it. He was starting to think if he shouldve brought his Ame plush keychain instead. Soft lofi music played throughout. It was rather empty, having only a couple people inside sitting at seperate tables.

He walked up to the counter. His eyes fell onto the freshly baked pasteries in the glass on top of the counter, then onto the girl behind it. She looked a bit disheaveled. Light brown hair faded to a warm yellow being tied up in a messy bun behind her head. Chubby cheeks with a bit of smudges around her eyes. Cute bear ears and nose.. Round, soft looking body with a simple outfit and powder covered apron.

"Hello! What could I get ya today?"

Her voice was a bit deeper than her expected. She did have a rather mature vibe compared to the clumsiness of her attire.

Staring too much.. Look away.

"Uhm.. Give me a moment please."

He kept a soft, polite tone, feeling intimidated by her cheerful aura. She nodded happily.

He looked up at the board to menu items, seeing how the selection was less than Treys bakery. He skimmed through it.

"Could I get.. A vanilla cream filled crossiant and a small mint-choco cake roll?" Kyle spoke calmly. "Oh, and.. Uhm.. A medium brown sugar boba, please."

"Of course! We'll call you up once your orders done. Name?" The girl responded with a smile.

He paused for a moment, thinking of what name to give. "Kyle."

"Alright!" She said the price, and he paid it without hesitating. "Please, sit down while you wait!"

Kyle nodded, and went to go sit down next to one of the large windows as the girl went to make the desserts. He pulled out his phone and took some pictures with his KAngel plush keychain, as any normal person does. His thoughts started drifting towards the girl that was behind the counter.

She was cute.. Didnt know if he could handle her joyous energy of they were to date.. Would it even last that long? She would probably get sick of him and leave.

He realized what he was thinking of, and very much wanted to stop. This was his first time ever seeing the girl, why should he think about dating her already? Stupid whore brain.. His thoughts wouldnt stop, as usual.

What was her name though? Did she have some sort of tag that said her name somewhere on her outfit? Damn it, he wasnt paying enough attention.. Her ears were super cute though...

"Kyle!" The girl called out. Kyle was immediately alerted, unaware of how much time has passed. He put his phone down and went up to the counter. He glanced back at her outfit. Right on her apron strap, a rectangle pin with "Derby F." right on it. Derby.. Such a silly name.

"Thank you." He bowed briefly before taking the tray with his desserts and drink, and surprisingly silverware already placed, and scurring off to where he sat before.

He, of course, took pictures with the food and his KAngel plush, admiring how neatly the food had been placed. He put down his phone and picked up the fork. He cut off a portion of the cakeroll with it and took a bite.

He paused, taking in the flavor of it. Super soft cake, with fluffy cream.. The mint flavor.. This place was definitely going to be a back up to whenever Trey is out.

He put down the fork and reached for the crossiant. He took it bite, and it was what he expected. Though, it was notiably sweeter than Treys. He liked it that way.

He finished up the treats, feeling rather happy about finding this place. He got up and threw away his trash and putting the tray where it was said to go. He turned for the door. Just as he was about to leave, Derby spoke.

"Bye! Hope to see you again!" She exclaimed, waving at Kyle. He turned back with wide eyes.

He waved back as a smile formed on his face. His face became a little red, "Ill be back soon enough. Bye!"

He turned towards the door and left, with Derby lingering in his head.

-When Trey and Yuuki came back, and Kyle came around.-

"You finally stepped out of your comfort zone. Congrats," Trey spoke with a small smirk.

"You sound sarcastic while saying that!" Kyle pouted.

"You know well Trey doesnt mean it like that. You just never go out to new places often," A more teasing look was on Yuukis face.

"Gah! You guys are so mean!" Kyle huffed, crossing his arms.

Trey rolled his eyes, "We are not mean, we just know what we're talking about."

"Whatever... But, there was this super cute bear girl working there!" Kyle looked exicted suddenly.

"Really?" Yuuki looked at him with an interested look, "What did she look like?"

"Ah.. Chubby, dark skin, brown to yellow hair in warm tones that didnt look like shit.. Super cute bear ears and nose!!"

"She does sound cute~" Yuuki smiled. Trey hit her lightly with his elbow. She yelped. "Hey! Im just being honest!"

Trey huffed anyway.

[luminousvision]

Outside

It took ten years to find the freedom to write outside, beyond ordinary topics like Stalin, Hester Prynne, or the oxidation of glucose. It took another ten years to find my voice, which had only one monotonous modality up until that point. But before all of that, at the age six, there was almost nothing. I began my writing journey with precisely four words.

I played inside today.

Jordi, the really pretty girl sitting in the desk next to me (back when prettiness just meant your handwriting was soft, curly and legible), wrote about how she played ball with her dog who then ate two apples for dinner before she took a nap on the bed. The story filled the four ultra-tall lines of penmanship practice paper with all of its swirly and girly serif glory. 

Unlike Jordi, I played inside every day. No more, no less. Each day I would gaze about at my classmates’ desks like an indiscreet cheater, bored and still too Korean to write any more. Every day, Jordi would write about her mom putting on makeup, going to the grocery store, or some other Homeric epic, while I was stuck playing inside day after day. After several identical four-word stories, Mrs. Vanderhorst sat with me and asked what exactly I had done inside. Surely, I had burned Troy or screwed my mother.

Inspired, I transformed my narrative.

I played outside today.

After another week of efficient four-word stories that would have made Hemingway blush, Mrs. Vanderhorst was quite worried. She asked me if I didn't like what I did inside, or why it was better to play outside. But you see, Mrs. Vanderhorst misunderstood my deliberate ambiguity since I was obviously expressing that nothing, inside or outside, was close to meeting the threshold of noteworthiness. The four-word stories captured the stream of six-year-old consciousness with justified writer’s block.

Normally, writer’s block afflicts those who simply don't have the character, perceptiveness, or intelligence to comprehend the endless abundance of notable topics begging to be expressed on paper. But it can also happen when the author’s life actually doesn’t have that abundance of notable topics to begin with. What activity of a six-year-old could possibly be worth writing about? I was completely right to have writer’s block.

I did not fully understand at this precious young age, which meant I believed I simply wasn’t trying hard enough. So, unfortunately, I tried. I exploded beyond the acceptable boundaries of expression and wrote a story. A story! I wrote a story about a peaceful deer grazing on the plains and drinking from a pond. A lion ambushed the deer, which began to run for its life. After an extended chase that exhausted both of them to their limits, the lion finally tripped on a rock, letting the deer escape. The lion had hurt its paw and could not continue the chase. The deer returned to its quiet existence, no longer worried about the lion. My story was the longest of anyone’s in the class that day, flowing gracefully over seven pages.

Mrs. Vanderhorst read my story in careful analytical detail and concluded the struggle between deer and lion did not adequately capture my symbolic coming-of-age story, where the first grade classroom pushes me beyond my comfort zone, thereby redefining my identity. She therefore declared that this story did not fulfill the assignment of writing about my previous day. Mrs. Vanderhorst did not congratulate me in overcoming writer’s block, nor on the excellent quality of prose. My writing grade that month sat at 1 out of 4, or “Needs Improvement”, despite my tour de force.

My teacher’s feedback enlightened me. Writing should stay within bounds of one’s skill, which we can expand incrementally. Writing should stay in bounds of one’s experiences. If you don’t have any notable topics, then please get writer’s block. Do the right thing for your readers.

I, remarkably precocious, absorbed these lessons without hesitation. With my newfound enlightenment, I continued my treatise on the Reflections of Yesterday with: I played inside today.