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Me talking about Phoenix: pathetic little wet dishrag man. Creature with no survival skills. Absolute gremlin who refuses to die. Deserved to be decked in the face Absolutely. Probably deserves more. Fuckgnimg glass eater. Radiates chaotic hobo energy even when he's not one anymore.
Me talking about Apollo: omg hiiii sweet baby ....... I love you so much you are my favorite boy..... I wish you were real so I could hold your hand and tell you you're doing amazing sweetie I love you sm!!!!! Kisses him all over his face.
#im just cisphobic i think#wym hes not canonically trans#hes so transmasc!!!!!!!!!!! he RADIATES it#ace attorney#phoenix wright#apollo justice#apollo my beloved#aa4#ace attorney apollo justice#gyakuten saiban 4#gyakuten saiban#ri rambles#fyi i have crushes on both BUT phoenix is married to Edgeworth and Apollo is my favorite anyway
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People really look at this man and go "yeah he's cis"?? HOW??
#ofc you can hc him as cis if you want but cmon#LOOK AT HIM HES SO#the transness just radiates off of him#no thats not just my transmasc ass self projecting#hazbin hotel#vox#vox hazbin hotel#hazbinhotel#trans vox
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Earned release-König NSFW
Based on a request: Dom!konig breeding sub!transmasc!reader 😍 (or m!reader if you don’t feel comfy writing that.)
I can 100% imagine this man putting his partner into a mating press, entirely fixated on how he can pump his seed into reader without them being able to squirm away. Even if in the back of his head he knows he can’t *actually* breed them, he’ll still damn sure try. Grunting praises and compliments in german, knowing either way they wouldn’t be able to comprehend whatever he said from being fucked too dumb on his cock. ♡
(IM SO EXCITED FOR KINKTOBER, CANT WAIT TO SEE MORE OF YOUR CONTENT 🩵🫐)
A/N: oh anon you ate with this request, anyway...we are getting straight to it
---- Trans!Masc!Reader, M!Reader, MDNI, 18+, smut, unprotected!sex, MLM, established!relationship, husband!König, breeding!kink, Dom!könig, sub!reader ----
His blue eyes glisten in the dim light as König buries himself deep inside you, every vein of his cock pulsing with life. There’s no movement, no thrust from his hips—he's waiting for you to say the right words, the ones you both know will set him off.
"Look at me like a good boy, Y/N. I want to see that pretty face while I fill you again," König growls, his voice thick with desire. One of his large hands moves to your chest, fingers teasing your nipples as a moan escapes your lips, making his cock twitch inside you.
"Come on, Y/N, be daddy’s good boy and say it for me..." he continues, his voice husky, low, eyes heavy with expectation. He’s got you at his mercy, and the power play is as intoxicating as the physical pleasure.
You whimper, hips shifting slightly beneath him, desperate for more. You can see the faintest grin pull at the corner of his lips as he takes in your needy, submissive state. A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest.
"That’s what I like, mein Schatz. Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?" he purrs, his thick accent rolling out the words in a mixture of praise and possession. His mask hovers above your face, and you can feel his breath against your skin.
His free hand drifts downward, past your stomach, until it reaches your entrance. He teases you, circling your hole with his fingers, making you whine for more.
"You’re so perfect, so tight for me. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me properly," he murmurs, before replacing his fingers with the head of his cock, the heat of him radiating against your skin, the tension building between you.
"Tell me, Y/N. Tell me you want it. Beg for me to breed you." His voice is ragged, his patience wearing thin as he stares into your eyes, waiting for the words that will break him.
"Breed me," you moan, your brow furrowing as you pant beneath him. "Please... please breed me," you plead softly, almost breathless.
The second the words leave your lips, König is gone—lost to the primal hunger within him. With a deep, guttural growl, he thrusts forward, sheathing himself completely inside you in one swift motion.
"Fuck, Y/N... You feel incredible," he groans, his head falling back as he savours the feeling of you around him. His pace quickly becomes brutal, each thrust powerful, filling you up, stretching you most deliciously. The slap of skin against skin echoes around you, mixing with your desperate moans and gasps for air.
He leans down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue claiming you just as thoroughly as his cock does. His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you steady as he pounds into you, angling himself perfectly to hit that spot deep within you.
"Take it, take my cock like the good little boy you are. I’m going to fill you up so well, pump you full of me until you’redripping with it," he growls against your lips, his words sending shivers down your spine.
You can feel him getting close, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his balls tightening as he nears release. König pulls back slightly, hot breath brushing over your face as he watches your expression twist with pleasure.
"Come for me, Y/N. Come on my cock, be the good boy I know you are," he rasps, voice rough with the strain of holding back. One final thrust has him buried deep inside you, his cock throbbing as he spills inside you, filling you with his warmth. His deep moan vibrates through his chest, your name spilling from his lips like a prayer.
Your legs wrap around him, your body trembling with the overwhelming pleasure. "Ahh... f-fuck...ngh~...König!" you cry out as you reach your peak, your body shaking from the intensity of your release.
Even as your orgasm crashes over you, König doesn’t stop. He grinds his hips against yours, ensuring every drop of his seed is buried deep within you.
"That's it, Y/N. Take it all. Let me fill you up," he groans, his voice rough, satisfied. He presses soft kisses along your neck and jaw, whispering in German, "Du machst mich so stolz, mein Junge. So perfekt."
You’ve been such a good boy for him, and he tells you that over and over, his hands caressing your face, wiping away the tears of pleasure that have fallen.
Slowly, König pulls out of you, a hiss escaping his lips at the loss of your warmth. He watches with a satisfied smirk as his cum leaks from your well-used hole.
"Look at that," he murmurs, "all my cum where it belongs." He scoops some of it onto his fingers and presses them to your lips. "Taste what we made together, Y/N."
You obediently clean his fingers, the taste of your shared moment heavy on your tongue. He pulls you into his arms, holding you close, keeping you safe in the afterglow of your passion.
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Bones in Traction
WC: 3k
Relationship: Dewdrop/Rain, Aether, Mountain, Cirrus, Aurora, Aeon, Swiss
Tags: Transmasc Dew, Disabled Rain, Transmasc Rain, Grinding, Size Difference, Size Kink, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Come Eating, Orgasm Denial, Strap-Ons, Vaginal Sex, Fluff, Biting, Marking, Cunnilingus
Ghoul sexualizing Dewdrop's pointy hips in different ways. That's it, that's the fic.
Notes: Commissioned by @everybodyshusband!!! Most of the ideas come from this post, especially tags by @iamthecomet @foolish-iscariot @littlemoon-beam @ghoul-slime @kelthebarb @jesusbutbetterrr and felix himself. also @delusionalbitchinthehouse asked to be tagged :3
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Dewdrop’s hip bones are very prominent; it is no secret.
There aren't many options for them to be hidden—baggy pants or an oversized hoodie only, really, if he actually does want to hide them. It’s rare, the need to do so nagging at him when the mean voice in the back of his head tells him he’s too skinny; unworthy of even being called a ghoul.
Most of the time, though, they’re put on full display and Dewdrop’s pack can never get enough.
Rain is an avid enjoyer of many things sexual; there’s not many things he wouldn’t do. Because of that it surprises people to find out he has a soft spot for simple…grinding. Half the toys he owns are colorful fantasy grinders of different designs and densities; there’s just something about dragging his wet cunt back and forth over them that makes the water ghoul go a little stupid.
His body doesn’t always agree with him, though.
Sometimes he just can’t muster up the strength to work for an orgasm in such a way, sometimes the pain radiating from his joints and muscles is too strong for him to move. Laying on his back and using his hands to reverse-grind doesn’t scratch the itch quite the same, and sometimes even that is too much for him.
That’s when Dewdrop comes in.
“How do you want me, fish boy?” he asks, pressing himself against Rain’s body gently. He delivers a soft kiss to his cheek and nuzzles into it, waiting for instructions. Dewdrop can brat alright but he knows when to be a good boy and help his water ghoul.
“Can you–” Rain sighs, “your hips?”
Dewdrop doesn’t reply verbally; he just nods and slides down the bed. They are way past having to explain anything like this to each other. Rain watches with a desperate look as the fire ghoul gets rid of all his clothes—every little patch of newly revealed skin makes him breathe a little heavier.
Rain lets his legs fall to the side to accommodate Dewdrop. He knows what to do by now; he grabs them gently and pulls them up to hook around his waist. The water ghoul sighs in relief at having his legs elevated and heated up by Dewdrop’s fire ghoul body.
He stretches up to kiss Rain on his parted lips as he angles himself properly. He drops his hips slightly until the left pointy part of his ilium bone presses against the water ghoul’s damp cunt.
Rain sighs at the contact but it quickly turns into a moan when Dewdrop starts to move; dragging the sharp bone over his mate’s chubby clit.
“So good, baby, thank you,” Rain whines. His chest warms up when he sees the contented little smile on Dewdrop’s face—the fire ghoul is always happy to please his mate and get praised in return.
Once he gets Rain off, he’ll work his own cunt over the water ghoul’s thigh and make their sheets that much wetter.
Aether and Mountain are equally insane about Dewdrop’s size in comparison to them.
The latter goes crazy for the way Dewdrop looks—as if he could be snapped in half any second. It’s only the appearance, of course, but if Mountain thinks too much about it his pants will get tight anyway.
The quintessence ghoul is similar, albeit for him it’s more about being able to feel Dewdrop in that slightly strange way. The way pale skin stretches over sharp bones all over the fire ghoul’s body makes Aether’s eyes roll back into his head.
Dewdrop’s hip bones, specifically, have the most power over both Aether and Mountain.
“You’re so small, firefly,” the quintessence ghoul grunts, slowly fucking in and out of Dewdrop’s ass. Both his holes are drooling, dripping onto Aether’s cock and easing his slide. He’s so thick the fire ghoul feels filled to the very brim, unable to take more or even breathe. “So little under me, look–just look at these.”
These are, of course, Dewdrop’s hip bones. Aether grabs them, all but pinches them between his thumb and pointer finger on both sides. It feels weird, it always does—especially if he squeezes.
It’s so fucking weird, just…just holding his bones like that.
Dewdrop knows the concept shouldn’t be as hot to him as it is.
“Our little fire lily,” Mountain sighs, running his fingers through Dewdrop’s sweaty hair where he’s pillowing his head. His other hand is wrapped tightly around his own cock, stroking to the same rhythm that Aether fucks the fire ghoul in.
They’ve been at it for a while—like always, without rush. The urgency only comes when all their noises rise in pitch and volume.
The quintessence ghoul drags one of his hands from Dewdrop’s hip to his clit and rubs him to completion. He moans through it and squeezes Aether’s cock, bringing him to the edge, too.
He pulls out with a grunt just as he’s about to cum, making Dewdrop whine in overstimulation. The quintessence looks down at where the nearly purple head of his cock lays against Dewdrop’s pale skin and gives exactly one hump against one of his hip bones before he’s cumming. His cum fills the little divots by the bone and Mountain drools from where he’s watching Aether’s cock spill. He speeds up the movements of his hand around his cock and waits for the quintessence ghoul to go down from his high.
“All for you, Mount,” Aether tells him and backs up. Mountain trills happily, low in his throat, and slots his cock against Dewdrop’s shin. His head goes to the fire ghoul’s hip and he shoots the moment he lays his hand over it—it’s the way its shape fits in his palm. He leans down as he shudders through the aftershocks to lick up Aether’s cum.
“Such good boys,” he praises the both of them.
In no time Mountain will fall asleep with his cheek slotted perfectly against the curve of Dewdrop’s pointy hip bone. Aether’s hand will lay over the other one as the fire ghoul snores between them; all blissed out and happy.
Cirrus sees the fire ghoul’s bony hips as just another way for her to be cruel.
She will get him worked up with quiet words and little passing touches, promise to fuck his brains out with her biggest strap, but then–
“Cir–Cirrus, please,” Dewdrop begs. Again. “Stick it in somewhere that matters, fuck.”
“Oh, spitfire, but this is working so well!” she laughs. It’s cruel. It might be working for her considering the attached vibrator buzzing against her clit and the dildo snug inside her, sure, but the fire ghoul is in misery.
Cirrus thrusts forward again, bumping the head of the strap-on against the arch of Dewdrop’s hip bone. She didn’t put any lube on it so she could really rub the fake cock against the fire ghoul’s sensitive skin, and, indeed, she’s been torturing him for long enough that the usual pale gray turned into an irritated pinkish one.
Dewdrop has to admit Cirrus is creative when it comes to finding new methods to torture her pack.
The exaggerated noises spilling from her mouth as she works herself over on the toys against and inside her are making the pit in Dewdrop’s stomach deepen, as he only lays there with no stimulation whatsoever. He can barely bring himself to beg anymore, but he’s getting closer and closer to the point of a real sexually-frustrated breakdown.
Cirrus, as on cue, turns off her vibrator before throwing her legs over Dewdrop’s and crawling up his small form. He looks up at her with a somewhat terrified expression—one can never know what she’s really up to.
Cirrus straddles his chest and shoves another pillow under his head to get a better angle before grabbing his jaw and squeezing to forcefully open his mouth. Not like he wouldn’t open it willingly—of course he would; he and his oral fixation.
“There we go, all wide for me,” she coos as she pushes her strap into his mouth.
“That’s not–what I–meant!” Dewdrop gurgles around it, spitting out the words when Cirrus pulls back in between her thrusts.
“We gotta get it wet if you want me to stick it anywhere else, spitfire,” she sighs. The fire ghoul can’t argue with that, unfortunately. He may be plenty slick on his own, but he definitely does not want to find out what Cirrus could do to him with a dry dildo.
She fucks his mouth for a little while, cooing over him and petting his messy hair. All Dewdrop can do is stare up at her with glassy eyes and fight his gag reflex.
In no time at all Cirrus pulls out and gets off of him entirely, though. Dewdrop whines at the loss of contact, but the ghoulette returns soon enough. She grabs his ankles in one hand and lifts his legs to take a good look at his holes. Dewdrop whines at the strain on his muscles as she all but bends him in half.
“Now,” she hums, considering, “where do I stick it in, hm?”
The fire ghoul has no doubt there is a long night ahead of him.
Aurora likes to feel Dewdrop’s hip bones pressing into her soft tummy when he fucks her.
The two small ghouls love to explore many different positions, but both their favorite is a simple missionary with Aurora on the literal and technical bottom. Dewdrop clad in nothing but his harness with a decently sized pink dildo attached—the ghoulette’s favorite.
Sometimes her own hip bones will grind against his. It’s not a pleasant feeling in the slightest because of how thin the skin between them is, but it shoots something hot down both their spines anyway.
And makes Dewdrop speed up his movements to throw them over the edge.
The fire ghoul loves wandering his hands all over Aurora’s body when they have sex, especially her tits. They’re not much bigger than his own, but he doesn’t mind. Neither of them does.
Dewdrop adores laying one hand on Aurora’s own sharp hip and the other on her boob, but his favorite is simply planting his face between them or sucking one of them as his hips work. He’ll knead and suck and bite a little, leaving fang marks and hickeys all around the ghoulette’s breasts. She’ll return the favor sometimes, but it’s Dewdrop that simply has to have something in his mouth at all times and, well, who wouldn’t want pretty ghoulette tits in their mouth?
The fire ghoul mouths along the column of her throat, going down from her lips to his prize. Aurora sighs and moans and whimpers sweetly under him and it’s all music to his ears.
“Fucking me so well, Dewy,” she sighs, arching her back into Dewdrop’s touch some more, pressing their hips closer together. A quiet trill escapes his mouth at the praise and her hand gently combing through his hair as he slides back in at a perfect angle to hit the ghoulette’s sweet spot. They have each other all mapped out, outside and inside, by now.
Aurora digs her claws around Dewdrop’s ilium on both sides. She knows they’ll leave little indents, maybe even tiny wounds if she manages to pierce his skin. She’d like that and the fire ghoul would, too—she gets jealous seeing all the marks on his hips from other ghouls. Swiss’ work is always so clearly recognizable; she wants something that screams her.
She’ll come up with something, sooner or later, but for now she’ll wrap her arms around Dewdrop and squeeze to bring him closer; to feel his hips digging into hers.
Aeon’s eyes sparkle at the sight of Dewdrop’s hip bones for an entirely different reason than most of their packs’.
To the young quintessence ghoul they are just…cool.
His own are quite prominent, too, but he’s not interested in them in the slightest. No, it’s Dewdrop’s hip bones that he loves. Aeon has never explained it; said he doesn’t know how. He just loves touching them whenever he can.
In the morning when Dewdrop comes down to the kitchen with a low slung sweatpants and stretches with a yawn.
During a rehearsal when he simply has to rub himself against the fire ghoul’s back and shove his hands under his arms and guitar just to squeeze them.
In the evening when they fuck; no matter the position Aeon’s hands will always find their way to Dewdrop’s hips.
At night when they sleep, cuddled up—all but tangled—together, the quintessence ghoul holding them like a beloved stuffed animal.
“Why do you love them so much?” Dewdrop asks one time. He and Aeon have been watching a movie in his bed; it has ended ages ago, but neither had or has any willpower to move away and put something else on. They’re snuggled up, both purring loudly, so it’s understandable.
Aeon, of course, sneaked his hand under Dewdrop’s sweatpants a while ago and has been absentmindedly rubbing his hip bone all that time.
“Dunno,” he shrugs, “but they’re a part of you so…that’s enough for me.”
If the young quintessence ghoul can feel how Dewdrop’s body gets hotter at his words, he doesn’t mention it. It's insane how much love Aeon still has inside him.
“I love you, too,” the fire ghoul says, trying his best to hide how flustered he is. Aeon hums in acknowledgement and leans up to place a lazy kiss just under Dewdrop’s jaw. They’re both so warm and soft, any more movement feels like too much.
It’s quiet—apart from their purring—for the next…while. Time doesn’t matter in the slightest, they’re enjoying the laziness.
Aeon is a sweet ghoul, despite everything that has happened to him. He’s not even aware how admirable he is; having gone through so much and still being capable of affection, of laughing and smiling, of purring in another’s arms.
Dewdrop doesn’t praise him nearly enough, scared of his own feelings, but in moments like this he has no filter.
“You’re so brave, bug,” he mumbles. Aeon perks up with a little questioning hum, but the fire ghoul doesn’t offer an explanation; he just goes on. “So sweet and caring and soft. I love you so much, you know that? I know I’m harsh sometimes and I blame it on my past, but–but you are the purest creature there is. I was scared to let you in, but now I can’t imagine my—our—life without you here.”
Aeon’s stunned. It’s not the first time he’s been told similar things, but he’s never gotten better at accepting them. His purrs get lower and deeper and he snuggles in even closer to Dewdrop, wrapping himself all around him and digging his fingers into his hips.
Maybe it's just Aeon’s love language and one does not question that.
Swiss gets absolutely feral about Dewdrop’s hips, as he tends to do about many things that wouldn’t be typically considered sexual. He always blames it on his multi ghoul nature.
Anything that comes to mind that could be highlighted about the fire ghoul’s hips—Swiss loves it. The way they feel against his own stomach when they fuck, the way they feel under his hands when he eats the fire ghoul out, the way they look when he lays breathless in their nest.
When in an unexpected heat on stage once, Swiss dared to run up to Dewdrop and put his hands on him as he rubbed his cock against his ass. To most it looked like the multi ghoul was aiming for Dewdrop’s junk—whatever the fans think he’s got—but the truth is he craved to grab his hips.
Yes, Swiss really enjoys them and, most of all, he loves marking them up.
He’ll take any opportunity to suck at the thin skin covering the bones and turn them purple, to pierce it with his fangs and watch a thin trail of blood flowing down the sharp side.
“Swiss, Swiss, oh–fuck,” Dewdrop moans, clenching on the multi ghoul’s tongue. Swiss’ big hands are placed over his hips; using them as handles and to keep the other from wriggling too much. He hums against the fire ghoul’s cunt and it goes straight to his clit—making his first orgasm of the night wash over him. “Cumming–oh, fuck, shit, ah!”
Swiss smirks—always proud of himself. He’s going to give Dewdrop a moment for the overstimulation to pass, for him to rest a bit before they go again—it was only the beginning, Swiss didn’t even touch himself yet. This gives him a perfect little moment to move up and put him mouth on Dewdrop’s hip bones instead.
“There’s my girls,” he mutters before kissing first one and then the other pointy bone. Dewdrop would laugh or roll his eyes if the aftershocks of his orgasm weren’t still making him tremble. Ages ago he would have thought that by ‘my girls’ Swiss meant the fire ghoul’s tiny tits, but…well.
Swiss latches his mouth onto one of his hip bones and sucks, teasing it with his fangs and tongue, and scratching the skin around them with his stubble. Dewdrop squirms under him, muttering something incomprehensible under his breath. Swiss doesn’t care much; it’s his play time.
By the time he leaves one side of the fire ghoul’s hips a deep red and purple and moves on to make the other match, Dewdrop is wiggling for an entirely different reason.
“Okay, fuck, enough,” the fire ghoul breathes out, “‘m ready, get it in. Fuck me.”
Well, how could Swiss say no to such a pretty request? He grins and obliges; only once satisfied with how his hip bones are looking, though.
Everyone’s love for Dewdrop’s hip bones is certainly a little strange, but what matters is that it comes down to one thing: the whole pack loving their fire ghoul just the way he is, even if he doesn’t always love himself.
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Cannot get virgin transmasc bakugo out of my head (am I projecting? Who knows. )
But he would just be so aggressive and stubborn as perusal, just to completely fall apart the moment he got a little friction against his puffy clit. Eyes glazing over as soon as your hands guide him to grind down in your thigh, the heat radiating through his boxers as he tries and fails to suppress his needy whines.
He was so cocky, kissing you hard, too focused on your lips to notice your leg slipping between his. Your fingers find his belt loops pulling him into your lap, surprising him as a little gasp escapes his lips.
And then it’s over for him. All that dominance and attitude dissolves in seconds, as he can do is try not hump your leg like a dog in heat.
Not that you’re help, kissing his jaw, sucking dark bruises into his neck, whispering praises into his ear:
“Good boy, you look so pretty like this”
It only take a few minutes for him to fall apart, his hips stuttering as he lets out a truly sinful whine.
“Make a mess for me baby”
It’s the hardest he’s ever cum.
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i havent played twisted wonderland describe all the main characters but badly
Ace: the perfect embodiment of your local chaotic 16-year-old
Deuce: mommy's silly little problem boy who desperately tries to multiply his singular braincell
Riddle: rule-obsessed tomato with anger issues who has never seen a bar of chocolate irl
Trey: teeth-brushing accidental parental figure who probably spikes half of his pastries with marijuana
Cater: the type of guy to sing Two Trucks during a mental breakdown
Leona: it's not me acting like an ass, it's my depression
Ruggie: so adorable that you wouldn't be mad at him even if he successfully robbed a whole ass bank
Jack: i-it's not like I like you, b-baka
Azul: ultimate bottom octobussy (according to approximately every Azul stan I've ever encountered)
Jade: default manipulative evil butler character
Floyd: fan-favorite psychopath
Kalim: what's wrong with manslaughter, why aren't men allowed to laugh? :'(
Jamil: in desperate need of "I'm with stupid" shirts
Vil: "Bad Romance"-era Lady Gaga fan who can & will give you a 5-hour lecture about why gender roles are a spawn from hell (he's right)
Epel: idolizes Gigachad & also radiates big transmasc energy
Rook: hon hon la baguette (French Duolingo owl)
Idia: Levi from Obey Me! except sassier, even more depressed, and with flaming hair
Ortho: that one young child who just casually hangs out with the adults & no one questions a thing (also likes genocide)
Malleus: stealing gargoyles from ancient buildings = a declaration of my unrequited love for you
Lilia: punk grandpa who looks like a teenaged Discord e-girl
Silver: classic love interest from one of those otome games where the MC is a super feminine brunette damsel in distress with bangs, an actual face, and literally no personality
Sebek: sasaeng fanboy
Grim: token glutton mascot character with a squeaky voice
Crowley: Diavolo from Obey Me! except he's an irresponsible middle-aged wannabe Michael Jackson in an aloha shirt
Crewel: TILF (teacher I'd like to fuck)
Trein: don't talk to me or my cat or my cat portraits or my cat mug ever again
Vargas: JoJo character
Sam: dealer who has some sort of obsession with the devil
MC: how tf did all of this happen
...and now, I'm asking you to guess my favorite characters based on these descriptions.
#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#twst meme#twst memes#twst#twst ace#twst deuce#twst trey#twst cater#twst riddle#twst ruggie#twst leona#twst jack#twst azul#twst jade#twst floyd#twst kalim#twst jamil#twst vil#twst epel#twst rook#twst idia#twst ortho#twst malleus#twst lilia#twst silver#twst sebek#twst crowley#twst crewel#twst trein
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I made wars Bella fan art lol he’s so goofy with his cactuses
Question, what do Bella swan and Lu warriors have in common??
answer
They both radiate transmasc swag energy
I’m so obsessed with this 😭
i spent a little time today writing the scene where Wars has his cacti, they’re very precious to him and I will be making them more important to this fic than they have any right to be
You guys have NO idea how excited I am to start posting for this au
#jes talks#jes ask#Twilight: Everything Is The Same Except LU Warriors Is Bella#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu warriors#lu wars
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Blaming me for sending an ask and now I have to, lol
What about Sukuna x transmasc Cinderellaesque reader? 👀 Just to feed the fans
To be fair You were a good candidate heheh
But! I digress.
I see your request, and I prepare your food~
Title: Cinderella Style
Characters: Sukuna x transmasc!Reader
Contains: Cinderellaesque plot, make out, alcohol mention, reader self doubt, good ending
Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen
Full request below the cut
All characters are 18+
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You almost didn't recognize the man in the mirror, and it gave you a rush.
The outfit wasn't anything spectacular, but it ticked all the right boxes. The clothes shaped your body just right, and your hair was styled just how you liked it. Now that you had moved out , you were able to dress and present just how you wanted, and it was liberating. Your friend especially was one to thank, as this party was partially a reason for you to dress how you wanted as an experiment.
Speaking of your friend, you checked the text from them, double checking the time of the party and comparing it to the time on your watch. You were early, but thought that wouldn't be an issue and saw yourself out.
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Fear.
Standing at the house, fear coursed through your body. What if someone saw through you? What if someone called you out? What if this whole party was some sort of fake out? What if--
"Hey!"
Your friend's voice shook you from your thoughts as they ran up to you. You had known better than to think anything like that of them, but you couldn't help that fear that wanted to settle in.
"H-Hey!"
"So! You ready for a little fun?" Your friend nudged your arm with their elbow, their excitement on their sleeve. "Excited to be the real you?"
"W-Well..." You gently rubbed your arm wanting to let out your feelings, wanting to turn tail and hide. No one was here yet, so it's not like you'd be the center of attention, but the feelings still lingered.
Your friend was able to see the worry that radiated from you and gently put an arm around your shoulders. "Listen. If anyone gives you hell, find me, okay?"
You were always thankful for this friend. They've had your back for as long as you could remember. Feeling the fear start to fade off, you gave them a small nod. "Y-Yeah, I will."
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An hour into the party finally starting, and you were a free spirit, conversing with people here and there, luckily no thanks to the alcohol going around. Thankfully there were waters and sodas about, so you helped yourself to those as you finally got comfortable.
At the moment, you had found yourself in conversation between three other men: a white haired guy with sunglasses, a guy with his black hair in a half ponytail, and a male with pink spiked hair and forearm tattoos. This group of four soon became a group of two as the guys with the black and white hair left the conversation when a woman with long brown hair pulled them aside.
"Oh, hey, never did catch your name," you noted to the remaining male, who never spoke during the group as the other two took up most of the time.
"Mm?" He had a cup to his lips, swallowing down the contents before answering. "Mm. Sukuna. You?"
You gave your name as you noted his. "So...how do you know my friend?"
"Ah, the host? I don't. I got dragged here with a few others who do know them, but why complain when there's free food and drink? The handsome company is a bonus...~"
His voice was deep and velvety, and while you weren't drinking, you wished you were so you can blame whatever heat was on your face from his voice alone. But joined in with how he looked, the compliment, and his gaze downward at you? It had you weak.
Alright, settle down. It's fine, you're fine. He's pretty hot, he thinks you're hot...shoot the shot!
You didn't have a plan if someone started to hit on you, but you didn't want to leave the party chickening out of anything, so you took a chance.
"Had I known you'd be around, I'd have brought extra ice for my drink."
...No that was stupid, definitely stupid.
But, Sukuna appeared to disagree, and he couldn't help but chuckle at your response. So...It had to have worked, right?
"Is that so?" he asked, leaning a bit closer to you. Your heart hammered by the closeness, but you didn't feel scared anymore. You felt excited.
After what felt like an eternity of silence between you, Sukuna turned his attention to something else for a moment before returning his eyes back to you.
"Hey, can I lead you somewhere?"
You almost didn't hear him, but the question still registered. As long as you didn't leave the house, you didn't mind following him.
With your consent, Sukuna took your hand and led you through the crowd of people. Both your drinks were left forgotton on different pieces of furninture as you walked. Before you realized it, Sukuna had pulled you two into a small closet, granting you some privacy.
"Still good?"
His voice was a surprise amid the darkness, your eyes slowly adjusting. Your heart continued to thwump away, both excited and nervous for what was to come. You were no dummy, though. This felt like a classic cliche party trope, and your brain and heart were all for it.
"Y-Yeah! Yeah still good."
"Heh. Good. Now, you're free to stop me at any time, okay?"
Still not being able to see, you were about to question him when his lips met yours. Throwing caution to the wind, you returned the kiss, arms wrapping around the larger male. You could feel his own arms around you, his strength making you feel weak.
Nothing more progressed from this event; it was merely a heated make out, one that currently made your mind a hazy mess. Hands touched clothes, hair. Jackets were soon discarded to the side. Grunts, groans, and moans filled the air that held muffled music. You almost wouldn't have minded if it progressed.
Until Sukuna's hand traveled up your shirt from the side, touching a forgotten piece of fabric by your chest. You felt his motions stutter for a moment, but your mind was already in flight mode.
Pulling away from the kiss, you tried to stammer out a response, but your mind wouldn't process. Instead you pushed yourself away, heading to the door. Sukuna grabbed your wrist, but without missing a beat, you shook him free, bolting from the closet, and ultimately, out from the party.
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It had been a couple days since that party. You were a mental mess, but it had somewhat subsided as the time went on. Your friend tried reaching out, but you insisted you needed alone time. Really, you just wanted to forget everything that happened.
Only you wouldn't be so lucky as a knock rattled your door one night.
Opening the door, you were greeted to a familiar figure: pink spiked hair, tall, and tattoos on the forearm.
"Uh...hello," was all you could mutter.
"Hey, I'm looking for (y/n)? I was told he lived here." His voice sounded the same, even sounding a hint hopeful, though it didn't seem like he recognized you right away, given you didn't appear the same way. It was mainly the baggy clothes and posture that separated you from his memory of you.
You could send him on his way or try to explain everything. You were about to open your mouth when he continued on.
"Sorry for bothering. It's just he left his jacket at a party, and I wanted to return it." That being said, he held up the item, your very jacket that you hadn't realized you left at the party.
"I left that over there?" It left you before you could stop yourself.
Sukuna quirked a brow. "You're (y/n)?"
You hesitated for a moment. "Y-Yeah. Sorry. It's...complicated."
Extending his arm and handing the jacket over, Sukuna replied. "Don't worry. You don't have to see me again if you don't want to."
"N-No no it's not that." You took the jacket, fidgeting with it in your arms. "I mean...It wasn't you. I promise. It was me. See I...I'm kinda..." You cursed yourself, unable to find the words to explain it.
"Hey, no worries, okay?" You were surprised to hear how calm he was about this. "Whatever it is, if you don't want to talk about it or...hell, can't, then don't. It's none of my business."
His words weren't in a way that was like "I really don't care," but in a way that showed he would wait if needed, or rather if he stayed in your life. It was your decision to address, and he knew he had no right to need an explanation until you were ready.
It was the first time anyone had shown this kind of care to you, an action you were thankful for.
"Although...I wouldn't mind getting coffee with you. Down the street?"
Processing his words, you gave a delayed nod. "S-Sure! I mean, yeah, I wouldn't mind. Maybe next week? If you're not busy."
Giving you a relieved smile, he replied, "Yeah. Sounds good. I'll see you then. Noon?"
"Noon."
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Era IV - V Ghouls HCs (part 1)
Color shows who made what hc - reblogs are appreciated!
Disclaimer!! We don't call Sodo, well... Sodo. We instead call him Smoke.
Basics
Phantom and Aurora are siblings with Aurora being the older sibling. Back in the Pits since they were ghoul kits they've been inseparable. They were summoned together. Can be a bit chaotic with each other if left alone together, but the moment Swiss joins in they'll all need to be watched like a hawk.
It took a while for Mountain, Smoke, and Aether to warm up to Copia as frontman since they were used to Terzo
Ghoulettes have girls night every week. They blast white girl bangers all night
Ghouls send Copia the ant with bindle photo when he scolds them to get out of trouble (it always works)
While most ghouls like to play fight, Swiss and Aurora do it the most and it’s usually pretty intense so the others avoid with them unless feeling particularly worked up. You would think they were actually trying to kill each other but no
Cirrus, Cumulus, Smoke, and Swiss watch those shitty reality TV shows to point fun at humans and the awful things they do. This is nearly a weekly thing if any of them have time to hang out with free time.
Cumulus and Cirrus always would send messages with at least one emoticon
We know Mountain is the tallest, but the smallest current ghouls are both Cumulus and Aurora at 5’3”. However, they are not the smallest ghouls of modern day Ghost (that title goes to Mist at 4'10" aka three sauces tall.)
Smoke/Dewdrop
He/they
Summoning day is June 21st, 2015
Favorite animal is pangolins because they look like dragons
Transmasc (ftm)
Went by Dewdrop when water ghoul, but changed it to Smoke when he became a fire ghoul
Middle child energy
He still has some fin-like features on him, but not as much as before. Some water ghouls could have scales like fish, so you'd have to squint to see the patches of scales on Smoke. They were larger when he was still water. The fire features kinda override it.
Not mean (unless it's Aether /j), just easily irritated
Would never get angry at any ghoulettes. He drinks respect women juice everyday. He most definitely fears Cirrus sometimes
Sometimes joins the ghoulettes with their girls night just to get away from all the chaos, especially after a rough week
Will sell Aether's non-existent soul for a single corn chip
Ok he actually does care about Aether, but he just has limits to his shenanigans.
Has a huge crush on Aurora, but can't find any way to express it so he just runs away the moment she looks at him. Ran into walls and door frames multiple times because of this.
Since he was transformed into a fire ghoul instead of naturally born like that, the features a fire ghoul would normally have are weaker with him (ex: he doesn’t radiate much heat from his body)
Wants affection and then bites when he’s had enough like a cat
Doesn’t take criticism very well
Aether
He/him
Summoning day is June 24th, 2015
Favorite animal is tigers because of how big they are and goofy they can be at times
One of my three weed smoking girlfriends
Little sibling energy that Smoke the main victim of
One of the most kindest ghouls you'll meet
He has some knowledge in healing and health, so if any of the ghouls, or anyone who is close to him in general, are sick or injured they go straight to Aether
He does that thing where he gets his hands wet and flings his fingers out to get water on Smoke
Helped take care of and watch over ghoul kits back in the Pits
He is still around the Ministry after leaving Ghost and still hangs out with the others when they're not touring.
If he could wear socks in sandals all the time he would
Very sensitive. Cries at those sad dog ads and donates the Ministry’s money
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Mountain
He/they
Summoning day is June 19th, 2015
Favorite animal is ram since he has similar horns like them and how tough they are when butting heads with each other
Gentle giant
Has long, dark black hair that is super soft to touch and doesn’t mind the others playing with his hair
Ghoul equivalent to a golden retriever
Like a big brother to Smoke and Aether
Doesn't hunt like the other ghouls. He is able to control his urges, and plus there's already food inside so why bother
Plant dad. Even if you give him a fake plant he'll still love and cherish it. Names them all
Usually will have to stop Smoke from trying to lunge for Aether’s throat
Taller than the average earth ghoul at 7’3”. There were bruises on his face because of walking right into door frames when first summoned. Gets front passenger seat privileges
Keeper of air jail (lifting somebody up if they are causing trouble) Grabbing em by the scruff when the others are fighting
Rain
Any pronouns
Summoning day is July 18th, 2016
Favorite animal is blue marlin because of how fast it can swim and the sword-like appendage on their noses
Likes to keep fishies
Can only sleep when it’s pitch black
Has shark like features (the teeth, tail, sense of smell, etc)
Not shy at all, but just not very social. Possible social anxiety? Yes social anxiety bc projection
Eats the rainbow aquarium rocks like they're Nerds candy.
Mainly sticks around with Mountain since the two have good chemistry.
Gets mad at his own hiccups
Genderfluid
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Cumulus
She/ey
Summoning day is April 4th, 2016
Favorite animal is mourning dove because of how they coo
Wine aunt
Anxiety. Not too terrible, but it still is awful
Would bring a dead animal inside after hunting and call it her Girl Dinner™
Literal Disney princess. She could sing and birds would fly to her to sing along
Terrified when first summoned. Glued to Cirrus’ side for the first six months
She is one of the sweetest ghoulettes, but she has quite a bit of weird and creepy pictures and items that will freak people out. Her and Swiss send each other cursed images and videos
Very motherly and protective of the others
Loves to wear fluffy, cloud-like clothing
Link to part 2 will be here soon!
#the band ghost#ghost band#ghost bc#our headcanons#nameless ghouls#smoke ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#aether ghoul#mountain ghoul#rain ghoul#cumulus ghoulette
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Jason Todd × Transmasc Reader
AN: Back at it again on my bullshit. Just wanted to write some Ole J. Todd thoughts. Transman reader, but really, you can read it as anyone that uses he/him pronouns. Corruption kink if you squint. NSFW (sort of...maybe) and all that. I'll probably start posting a few drabble here and there. Also, I like using this tense because it highlights he/him pronoun usage. I know some folks find it a little confusing, but I tried to be as clear as possible. Let me know any feedback. :)
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It's selfish.
The way he wants him is downright selfish. It's this yearning that calls out to him so fucking strongly he sometimes feels like he can't breathe. He has no idea how someone can be so fucking pure in Gotham and it's not fucking fair how he radiates sunshine and light and innocence.
Jason feels like touching him would mess him up. That it would leave behind dirty fingerprints and smears of back and red on his unmarked skin.
Jason hates that part of him wants to see it. Part of him wants to leave behind bruises and bites and marks. He wants to devour him. Corrupt him. Coax out every little gasp and moan and make him beg for things he didn't even know he wanted. It drives him crazy to think about. He wants him. He wants him, and it's not fair. He's fucking pissed about it.
Jason takes it out on him. He doesn't mean to... except maybe he does. Maybe it's easier if he hates him. If he avoids him. But he doesn't. If anything, he thinks it makes him more determined to be around him. He's always including him. Asking about him. Smiling at him. Listening to him.
So Jason tries. He tries and he tries so fucking hard to be worthy of him. He thinks that if he works hard to do the right thing, to be a good son and a good sibling, the dependable one, the reliable one... he thinks that if he can even be a fucking ounce of good like he is that he can maybe deserve to breathe the same fucking air be does. That his hands would be less dirty and he could touch him. That he can be more than just a quick fuck. That he can have more.
He's fucking selfish.
#jason todd drabble#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x male reader#jason todd x transmasc!reader#as transman want to write transman#transman reader#trans reader#sfw drabble#corruption kink#if you squint
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skizzleman's little cubito radiates transmasc energy. it drips from every pore. that blockman is trans! you can't tell me he's not! that! bitch! is! transgender! make him trans! make him be silly and wear dresses and skirts and have long hair bc he's already masc enough that NO ONE will think he's a gal! give him silliness! give him The Pain Of Being On His Period so i can project :3
and now for the line i say that instantly reveals my identity even tho i'm on anon:
*ahem*
he already has so many scars who's to say he can't have a few more on his chest ;3c
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Hey its me again @waywardavatar, this time coming in with a request.
I was wondering if you could write a transmasc!reader X spider comfort? Preferably with touch like cuddles or falling asleep in eachother arms.
If not that's ok. Thank you in advance
Have a good day
a/n: when tumblr deletes your post so you have to rewrite it from memory 🧍♂️ im sorry this took so long, i got really discouraged after it deleted itself :(
the familiar hiss of the room pressurizing was a welcome sound.
you pulled the oxygen mask off your face the second the door unlocked, shrugging your bag off at the same time. you made your way straight down the hallway to your room- not even a nod to anyone you passed by.
you were exhausted. a lost bet with lo'ak had you doing both his chores and yours, which took up most of the day on their own. in addition to that, you were supposed to meet spider and the sullys at eclipse to go do eywa-knows-what.
ugh.
you flopped down face-first into bed. you were hot, uncomfortable, and wanted nothing more than to take your binder off so you could finally breathe again- but you were just too tired to. the radiating comfort of the bed was too strong.
you groaned into your pillow. you needed to go shower, but you just couldn't get yourself to do it. your mind was mush, your limbs felt like lead, and your eyelids were starting to feel the same...
"[name]!" spider called as he pounded on your door. you'd come home about half an hour ago, according to norm. "c'mon, they're already waiting for us."
no response.
he called again. no response. so he opened the door.
there you lay, curled up in bed. your breaths were deep and slow, face tucked into your pillow. all plans were out the window without a second thought as he sat himself on the edge of your bed.
"you can't sleep like this, [name]." he said, voice dropped from a shout to a whisper. "c'mon, i'll help you."
you stirred only slightly, but that was enough for him. he stood and walked to the dresser, finding a shirt and shorts for you to change into instead.
he returned to your bedside, gently pulling your body up into a sitting position. you were just awake enough to keep yourself upright, rubbing at your still-closed eyes.
"can i help you get dressed, baby?" he asked, voice low and gentle.
you nodded once, and that was enough for him. he tugged off your jeans and guided your legs into the shorts instead.
"'k, arms up."
you sleepily raised your arms above your head, letting him pull off your shirt. he then repeated the action with your binder. the shirt he replaced them with was baggy and soft, a pleasant change from the work clothes you'd been wearing all day.
he pressed a kiss to your forehead before letting you lay back down.
"isn't that better?" he asked, not expecting a response.
with the your last bits of awake-ness fading, you shifted over in your bed, making room for him. he smiled and complied.
your pillow was replaced with his arm- not nearly as soft, but twice as comfortable. his other arm pulled the covers over both of your bodies before coming to rest around your waist.
"lo'ak's gonna come looking for us soon." he whispered. his lips pressed a kiss to your shoulder before he spoke again. "but rest for now, baby. we'll deal with that when it comes to it."
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Transmasc Swag Polls- ROUND 1
Propaganda and other info under the cut.
CANONICITY LEVELS-
LOR: CANON Transgender Man THE MAVERICK: Because I Said So
MEDIA?
Borderlands, OMORI
LOR PROPAGANDA- hes LITERALLY TRANS!! In borderlands 3 (the first game he appears in) he hasn’t transitioned yet because he’s too busy fighting a corporate war to question his gender identity but in the next game (d&d themed spinoff) he has a male character named Mike, and then when he appears in new tales from the borderlands (terrible game) he has a new look, new name, new pronouns, and so much tboy swag omggggg also his outfit has pink white and blue :3 Borderlands has always been quite a progressive franchise so other than his wanting to transition being not very explicit in his first appearance, they let him fully trans his way to tboy town! He’s a very competent and good leader when he’s fighting in the atlas/maliwan war, and assists the player quite a bit! Since he’s more of a tertiary character, he doesn’t get much time in the spotlight, but all of his appearances are charming and memorable ! THE MAVERICK PROPAGANDA-
i’m bad at explaining but. this man radiates transmasc vibes just look at how he acts in game the maverick is SO SILLY and he canonically references anime and wears wigs
#transmasc swag polls 2024#round 1#lor#lor borderlands#borderlands#the maverick#the maverick omori#omori#transgender#transmasc#image undescribed
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a pastoral short story, or a confession between lovers near a fishing village in the summer
pairing: taigen x transmasc!mizu
rating: mature (16+) [non-explicit sexual content]
tags: third-person pov, he/him pronouns used for mizu, headcanon, plot? don’t know her/kicked her straight out of the window, aftercare, odaxelagnia/biting kink, author’s sleep schedule is fucked up so don’t mind him mildly losing his marbles progressively
a/n (post-upload): so, i apologise, but i'm a dumbass, and it has just occurred to me that events in that episode were taking place in spring, but i'd prefer not to change the title and the setting, so yeah, sorry again
summary: post-wrestling scene, but it went *slightly* differently
word count: 729 words/4127 characters
“Hey, Taigen…”
Mizu spoke softly, reaching out his arm, almost touching Taigen’s shoulder. “May I?”
The latter silently nodded, still looking away.
After the moment of quiet and Mizu’s gentle, comforting strokes across his companion’s back, Taigen cleared his throat and faced him.
“I think I must tell you something.”
“Hm?”
“I think I might find you… attractive.”
Mizu’s eyes widened as his heart skipped a beat and started pounding, and he slowly reciprocated the eye contact.
“How long have you been feeling this way?”
“For quite some time.”
The temporary silence was filled by the call of a cuckoo bird from the sunny forest outside.
“I’ve been thinking about you, too, Taigen. Quite a lot, actually. So, I think you should know that the feeling’s mutual.”
“Oh…” Taigen felt heat rising to his face and looked away.
“So, what do we do about it?”
“That might be the craziest thing you’ve heard from me so far, but,” Taigen looked into Mizu’s piercing blue eyes, which had already been looking at him intensely. “What do you think if we… *wrestle* a little bit more… To release some pent-up energy… But please, don’t feel pressured, though, I don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable in any way.”
The heat radiating from the fireplace near them became more intense.
“I would love to. But then, you should close the door first. Unless you want to look awkwardly in the villagers’ eyes tomorrow as you go there to buy some food, and mind you, Kohama is a little bit far from here,” a smirk ran across Mizu’s face.
He took a moment to take a sip of tea, soothing the dryness in his mouth, as he watched his now slightly bashful rival fulfil his request.
“And I have only one condition: my clothes stay on me. Is that okay with you?”
“Sure,” Taigen nodded.
“Good. And I think I already have an idea of how we can work with that,” Mizu tilted his head to the side while meeting Taigen’s gaze as they both laughed light-heartedly. “I will wipe that smug grin from your pretty face and replace it with something else; you know that?”
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Taigen collapsed on the floor, desperately trying to catch some air. A warm, soft hand touched his cheek as he continued panting, his eyes looking love-drunkenly and tiredly at the man before him.
Soon, both Mizu’s hands explored his upper body, taking regular stops to caress and take a better look at hickeys and bite marks all over him. Finally, they moved down and rested on Taigen’s stomach.
“Perfect. Do you feel like your body is the most beautiful painting in the world right now?”
His chest rose and fell sharply as he let out a chuckle.
“Oh, quit with your lovey-dovey shit,” Taigen raises his hand to stroke Mizu’s cheek.
He cupped it with both hands, carefully guiding them towards his lips and kissing it. After that, Mizu leaned above him, gave him a few short-lived pecks on his lips, cheeks, and neck, and finally embraced him.
“Are you feeling all right? Maybe you’d like to drink some water?”
“Yeah…” I’m feeling *more* than all right... But I think I could use some water.”
“I’ll be right back then.”
Taigen laid back in the same spot he had before, listening to the occasional muffled sounds of the leaves against the winds and some birds exchanging their songs. The afternoon heat was finally vanishing.
Mizu eventually came back, carrying a small bucket. He kneeled down, scooped some water with a ladle, and, by carefully holding it, helped Taigen quench his thirst. Then he put the ladle down and started examining marks over the latter’s body once again.
“Does it hurt anywhere?”
Taigen shook his head.
“Not that much.”
“Hmm,” he was inspecting for any signs of broken skin and failed to find them. “Seems all right.”
Mizu leaned in and kissed Taigen once again before helping him put his clothes back on and getting up.
He walked up to the door and took a peek. The peaceful, pastoral-like evening outside the house was nearly quiet.
“I think we’ve still got some time,” Mizu closed the door, returned to the previous spot and laid down. “Come over here.”
Taigen joined him, and the other one cuddled up to him, hiding his face in the crook of the former’s neck.
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I'm not good at writing in prose but I wrote this anyway, and now you have to suffer with me /lh
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People who would call me tme on account of my asab amuse me cause like I don't experience many forms of transmisogyny (many trans femmes only experience some forms. And transfemmes are not all binary trans women which I think gets forgotten extremely often) but at the same time, I don't know what they think the barrier for entry is to Properly experiencing transmisogny. Like do they think it stems from having a dick? Cause at this point I have pretty much all the other biological markers of what people assume of people amab. I'm openly gnc at work (not as much as id like to be but that's also about like physical work means can't dress the way I'd like) and it gets people very clearly assuming I'm amab nonbinary (I literally have my pronouns on my name tag and email etc but people interact with me and go "he, oh sorry they" (I don't use they them) regularly as an assumption) like what about being transfemme to them means you experience transmisogyny? Is it not from people regularly assuming someone is assigned male at birth/has a certain body but dresses/acts femininely/"like a woman"? Is it not real transmisogyny if I don't have a dick (yet)? Has a trans woman who's recently out and hasn't experienced anything negative related to her transition yet experienced transmisogyny? Is this hypothetical woman somehow harmed more (not implying she isn't harmed, just saying is it somehow Inherently more harmful because she's a "proper" trans woman rather than someone who isnt binary transfemme/assumed to be and treated as such, etc) by background radiation of transmisogyny than someone in my situation that is otherwise not dissimilar from a nonbinary transfemme person? At what point is it just about identity rather than real experience?
I wouldn't even call myself "TMA" as like an identity marker cause it's more complicated than that for my specific situation, but like, I look like a "man in a dress" as much as the next person who has gone thru a testosterone puberty and presents femininely but not quite to a "passing" standard (which is all bullshit and the assumption that transfemmes or even binary trans women have to Want to present a certain way or are somehow "asking" for discrimination if they don't or cant is bullshit etc. I'll go to bat for nonpassing/don't want to pass trans people of any gender any day) so I find it difficult to completely detach myself from the idea of being a target of transmisogyny because of an assigned sex so many years ago? And like it's not just a "oh I was once assumed to be trans a different way but when I explained it I was immidiately treated like a prince" this is a common lifestyle thing for me. Am I not affected by transmisogyny when I regularly choose not to wear skirts around my housemates because I don't know them and they assume I'm a guy? Am I not affected by transmisogyny when I get funny looks or get reminded anytime I wear a skirt in front of my mom to be careful when I dress the way I dress because people are not unlikely to take umbridge with how I look? I just don't see how my lived experiences are somehow binary opposite to a transfemme person cause its certainly possible for a transfemme person to look and live the way I do with no changes except for some aspects of childhood (and when ur viewed as a "weird kid" you often end up rather degendered by peers and adults so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) ultimately there's no one transfemme or transmasc or otherwise trans experience, and the way people act as if a trans person is somehow defined by their asab their whole life when the whole point (hyperbole) of transitioning is that you won't be viewed as such is so reductionist. Anyway sorry for stealing transfemme valor
TRFs want to define trans folk by their AGAB because they can't handle issues going beyond black-and-white polar extremes. If they were assigned the gender they identified as in the first place they would be dead set against trans rights, because the selfish desire to get what they want is the only thing that really motivates them and if they didn't personally deal with dysphoria they'd have no reason to expand their minds beyond even the tiny amount they've managed to.
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RED TEAM SEXUALITIES AND GENDERS
So yeah. Of course she's lesbian. Also her black sheep to Carmen Sandiego pipeline is kind of a trans allegory ngl.
Hm. I see a pattern. She radiates Mean Lesbian energy and c'mon. I like transfems okay.
Little boyfailure twink that is a people magnet, of course he's pan. Everybody fucking likes him. Look at him. He's magnificent.
It is law that the father figure must have the most complicated identity. He is a little homo but you need to earn his trust if you want that. God. If you. I'm trying so hard to type this. If you want that shadussy. Fuck. Also yes, he does have a little butch in him. The They/Them side of him is a little lesbian. OKAY FINE, YOU LOOK AT THAT TWINK WHEN HE WAS YOUNG AND YOU TELL ME THEY WEREN'T PICKING UP CHICKS AT GAY BARS. That middle-aged transmasc is a fagdyke and you can't tell me otherwise. Look at his face. He has that slightly old-cool-lesbianish look to it. You see it don't you. don't you. Can you tell he is one of my favorites. I always do this shit to my favorites, I project, and now this little queer boy with the snatched waist and long limbs of a pin-up model is a gender enigma.
#Shadowsan#carmen sandiego#ivy carmen sandiego#zack carmen sandiego#headcanons#I gotta admit#I squealed when I saw shadowsan in the ninja fit. no I'm serious#The Jolly Good Show Caper? That man wasn't just slaying Nigel iykwim#Those fingerless gloves had me rolling on the floor#rubin report#i'm so sorry
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