#i am normal i am so normal about this leave me alone

[calamity-crows]

Title: I don't want to talk about this.

"I'm asexual."

"I don't like talking about my sexuality. Not in the no one will understand me woe is me way. I mean there's truth in that most won't relate. But mostly it's just inconvenient. I guess I should feel lucky because my family tends to leave it alone. They're more concerned with unmarried cousins who are almost thirty. I still get all the classic comments about 'giving it time' and 'being young. As if I wouldn't know by now. It doesn't help that everyone reminds me that I look far younger than I am. I am a sexless being to them, which is fine by me. Except sexless isn't the word I would use to describe my experience with asexuality. I don't like talking about this... because I don't know how to feel about this facet of myself. Or what it means for my future. The unknown is uncomfortable..."

"First, let's get the clinical shit out of the way. There are a lot of misconceptions about asexuality. Mainly that asexuals don't have sex, or that we don't want it ever. While this can be true, asexuality exists on a spectrum within a spectrum, meaning you can be gay, straight, bi etc. and also be asexual. Asexual simply means that an individual experiences little to no sexual attraction. This is also separate from Aromanticism, which is the same thing, but with romantic attraction. It is possible to be one without the other. For most, sex and romance are tied together but they aren't inherently combined but that's a whole other thing. I personally experience elements of both but don't bother with micro labels for my own sanity. I've wasted too much time on labels. So, in laymans terms, asexuals do not feel the attraction part of sex or it is at least very rare but this does not equate to not wanting sex at all. The best way I can think to explain it is the analogy of eating cake. Asexual people do not 'crave cake' but eating it can still be enjoyable, some asexual people might be neutral to it- like a take it or leave it situation- while some might outright dislike it. The nuance of asexuality is often hard to describe. For instance, Demisexuality (one facet of acespec) describes only feeling attraction after forming a strong emotional connection. This sometimes confuses people because it is normal to only have sex with those you connect with. The core of this misconception lies in the distinction between sex and sexual attraction. Asexuality describes the lack of sexual attraction, not the amount of sex an individual has."

"I grew up in a 'heteronormative queer' household. I acknowledge the contradiction. But I don't have a better way to articulate it. My childhood was split between two households; One queer, one straight, both nuclear. From a young age, I had outwardly queer friends. I was aware of the social stigma against queer people, but to me, queerness didn't feel much different from any other relationship. In that respect, I led a sheltered life."

"Entering middle school brought an abrupt change in house sex was presented to me. No longer was it this vague concept, but rather it became something rapidly tangible. For the first time there was pressure to understand, to enjoy sexual content. To participate. With the internet at my disposal I went from knowing nothing to being exposed to hardcore pornography. To say I was uninterested would be a lie, but I noticed my own curiosity did not line up with my friend's interest. I was simply emulating their behavior in a vain attempt to justify my standing in the group. Through it all, I felt isolated. As if I was on some other island entirely."

"I have since made several friends that happened to share similar experiences to mine. I did not seek them out, but I am forever grateful I found them. Still our society is built around the idea of a nuclear family structure and a part of me still yearns to fulfil that in some way. The idea that I will end up alone haunts me."

"See, here's the thing, I love romance as a genre. I love the feeling of reading a really good romance novel. Or watching a great romcom. But then, after I am left with this hollow feeling inside. Reminding me that I will never experience this. Forced to live vicariously through this fantasy. But this idealized form of love isn't real for anyone. And that soothes something in me. I don't know if I'll ever have even half of that. Logically I know this is okay. But it doesn't feel okay.... whatever. I'm tired of this edgy ass conversation..."

[End]

a comic about my experience with asexuality

[minh907]

Accidentally.

Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Reader.

Here is your request @sambi96

I apologize if it's not to your liking ;-; This topic is quite difficult for me….Hope you can enjoy this.

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It started out like any other normal day, or at least it should have.

You were used to being the reliable person behind the scenes, the calm and collected one when chaos ensued. After all, you were used to hunting monsters, dealing with the occasional portal malfunction, and cleaning up after Jinwoo's shadow army, so a little weirdness here and there didn't faze you.

But then, this.

Your unmistakable feeling of cool, fresh sheets wrapped around you had woken you up. But when you opened your eyes and looked down, you saw something that caused you to sit up, pounding heart.

Somewhere your chest was now gone and it was replaced with something more muscular and toned.

"Wait. What?" you muttered, your eyes glancing quickly towards the mirror. There was no mistaking it.

It was Jinwoo's face.

"NO WAY."

Your hands fly straight to your thick, dark, perfectly styled hair. You tug at it in disbelief before glancing down at your abs? Your midsection is completely different. Firm, strong muscles where you were used to softness.

Then the final bombshell hits when your phone vibrates on your nightstand. You grab it, staring at the screen with wide eyes. A single text from a very familiar contact.

🖤: Arent you? In my body.

You: WHAT TF DID YOU DO JINWOO?!?!?!?

🖤: It's not me. I woke up and screamed because I have boobs now. So, thanks for that trauma.

You run your hands through your hair in frustration. "How did this-?"

The text continues.

🖤: I don't know what kind of weird dungeon magic this is, but somehow it's your fault. And I refuse to deal with it alone.

You: What did I do? I didn't sign up for this! You've somehow cursed me!

🖤: Maybe you should have thought twice before teasing me about my coffee addiction.

You roll your eyes. "That was months ago."

The next few hours passed in a frantic rush to find a solution. But no matter how much you thought, it was useless. All you knew was that Jinwoo was now in your body, and you were stuck in his.

And, of course, your first instinct was to get revenge on him. After all, Jinwoo had a pretty high tolerance for nonsense, so you could only imagine what it would be like for him in your body.

You decided to have a little fun first.

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Jinwoo's first day in your body was bad.

He stumbled along, trying to adjust to the unfamiliar weight of your figure. The lack of his usual bulk was difficult, and he had to find a way to wear your shoes - literally - since you weren't really into bulky combat boots. He had to endure and wear heels, the kind you insisted were 'fancy' when you went out. But as soon as he took a few steps, he was cursing loudly.

"How the hell am I-ugh!" He muttered to himself, "I'm going to trip and break my neck." He moved clumsily around the house, and you could tell his discomfort. It was quite amusing, to be honest.

But you weren't done yet.

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Payback Time.

You had a plan. The first step was to invade Jinwoo's perfect life. You needed to leave your mark.

First: Glitter Bomb.

You took a small packet of glitter and carefully sprinkled it into his hair.A little here, and a little there too. By then, it would be too late, and he wouldn't notice until a while later.

"Perfect," you grinned. He was going to go crazy when he saw this.

Second: Selfie Incident.

The next step was a little more devious. You snapped a quick selfie-one strategically taken at your most playful, 'flirty' angle. You even pouted a little for the camera.

#FeelingMyself #TooHotToHandle, you posted online.

You laughed as the notifications flooded in. You don't care about the comments, it's all about Jinwoo's reaction.

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When you see him later in the day, he's texting someone about an 'urgent mission'. But then, his eyes turn to you. His face goes from calm to completely confused. He stares at his phone and then back at you.

"Why you…" He stammers "Why do you look like that?"

You look at him with intense eye contact. "What, you don't like it? This is your new look. You should try it out."

He blinks a few times, clearly at a loss for words. "This is…"

And then he understands.

Immediately, he runs his hand through your (his) hair, fingers suddenly running through each strand in a sudden panic.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!" His voice is shrill with genuine concern.

You shrug, feigning innocence. "What's wrong? I just added some glitter. Just to, you know, brighten your mood."

He groaned, running his hand through your (his) hair in frustration. "This isn't funny. I can't go out like this!"

You could barely contain your laughter as you watched him try to brush off the glitter, knowing full well that it would be stuck to you (him) for the next few days. His mild panic was more than enough to fuel your laughter.

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But then karma comes.

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You wake up the next morning, thinking everything is fine. Your body feels fine. You're back to your usual self. But then, as you're about to get out of bed, the pain in your legs hits you.

It's a nagging pain from the high heels you made him wear. You thought it was just your legs, but then the pain from your stomach and lower back kicks in. The pain gets deeper and deeper. You groan and get dressed, but the discomfort only increases.

You rush to the bathroom and stare at your reflection.

"Wait. Oh. Oh, no," you mumble under your breath.

That's when you really feel it: cramps.

"Jinwoo!" you scream internally, clutching your stomach.

Your period is here, and it's not just any regular cramps. Oh, no. The body swap seems to produce serious negative effects.

Your uterus experiences intense damage like a vehicle crashing into it.

"This isn't fair!!!!" you moan in despair. "I was just having fun yesterday. Now I'm being punished? This is no fair!"

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The instant Jinwoo showed up with his medicine pack and hot water bottles plus your favorite treats you began to understand that karma deals harsh punishments. His generous act showed that our choices always create results.

"How are you feeling?" Jinwoo's voice was filled with concern as he set the things down next to you.

You glared at him. "Don't say anything. My pain makes it impossible to use sarcasm."

He smiled sheepishly at you. "Sorry. I should have warned you. Karma is a monster, you know?"

You sighed dramatically. "Yeah. I get it now. The universe hates me."

He chuckled and took a seat next to you and started braiding your hair while producing comforting sounds as if he had done this many times before.

"Do you need anything else?" His gentle tone matched his words as he spoke to you.

You melted a bit. "You need to keep this private and don't tell anyone about it. This feels so embarrassing."

He smiled gently. "I won't tell anyone. But you know… I have a feeling this won't be the last time we swap."

You blinked at him. "Oh, no. You better not think about it."

He smiled slyly at you. "Never dreamed of it."

But you know - karma has its eye on you. And it's just waiting for the next time you upset the balance of the universe.

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I was having mental breakdown and tired af

Hope everything will get better

Sorry if I take too long to do your requests

[mcflymemes]

"YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

this is what happens when you get involved in things you don't understand!

why couldn't you just stay out of it?

now i'm the one who has to clean up your mess.

you messed up. now it's time to own it.

you ruined everything.

i'll never forgive you.

i fucked this up. i know that.

you can't just explain this one away!

it's over! it's done!

you're a fuck-up.

i thought i told you to stay out of the way.

i'm really disappointed in how you've acted.

you can do better than that.

everything is ruined, and it's all your fault.

i know i messed up, but i can explain.

i thought i could help.

that wasn't supposed to happen.

how could you?

what have you done!?

you were never supposed to be here!

i thought we agreed you'd stay out of it and let me handle everything?

now i have to start everything over again.

this took me weeks. you understand that, right?

you ruin everything you touch.

can't you just be normal for five minutes?

i knew it was you.

you just couldn't leave well enough alone.

i told you to stay inside!

i blame you for this.

i'm sorry i ruined this for you.

you weren't ready for this.

i'm not speaking to you yet.

you have the worst timing.

i'm so angry at you right now.

i break everything i touch.

stop fucking things up for us.

i was just trying to help.

i won't bother you again.

there's no fixing this.

it's due tomorrow. i have no time to redo it.

can you just let me handle things?

so much for keeping this a surprise.

now what am i gonna do?

good job, [name]. you ruined it.

i'll never forgive you for ruining this for me.

i didn't mean to mess this up.

this should have been your big day, and here i am, ruining everything.

i'm backing away.

just... just go.

don't speak. just leave.

we'll speak about this later.

don't explain yourself.

i could scream.

i need to be left alone.

you fucked this up.

i think i deserve an apology.

you've put me through hell.

[mrsfudd]

Acquainted.

hii, this is my first post on here. This is a short story about abt paige beuckers.

warnings: smut, one night stand, slight stalking, teasing, degradation idk what else to put.

1.4k words.

Friday, 8:52 pm

"Dude just come out tonight, you've been cooped up in this room for weeks" Ellie said while throwing a pillow at me. 

"Alright alright, what time are we leaving" I said with an annoyed expression on my face. 

"10, hurry the fuck up" Ellie said turning into her room. 

Ellie is my amazing roommate, she had also became my therapist after I found my girlfriend of 2 years cheating on me in an empty lecture hall. We met here at Uconn and I thought we had the best relationship but obviously not. I let my social life go to shit and have only been to

class and back for a little too long. As annoyed as I am, Im happy Ellies dragging me to this party. 

                                    10:02 pm

"Bitchhh, you look so fucking good" Ellie said watching me come out my room.  

" You know I had to step out" I said while sticking my tongue out.  

I had on a short denim dress and if I was being honest my ass was definitely poking out.

                               10:31, at the club 

"A double shot of Titos please" I said to the bartender trying to speak over the music, it was so loud I could feel it. 

While im waiting for my drink a tall, dark figure appears next to me. 

"Can I get a bottle of don?" She asks while finishing off her drink. 

I look up at her and my stomach immediately drops as I notice who it really was. Paige motherfucking Beuckers. I wanted to make eye contact with Ellie but she was long gone on the dance floor with whoever. I quickly look down, sipping my drink. 

"Hey gorgeous, whats your name?" Paige said while sitting next to me. She had a little smirk on her face, I wanted to kiss it right off her. 

"Hi, im Y/N" I said keeping my composure, shes so sexy. I kept on sipping my drink as I feel my face heating up. I couldn't even make eye contact with her. 

"Do you normally not look at people when you talk" She said leaning down getting more in my face. 

"Yup" I said while getting up, smiling. I hope she plays along. 

While im walking away I could feel her eyes on me. Terrified to turn around I found a spot on the dance floor. I spotted Ellie, gave her a wink and started dancing. After a few seconds I gave paige a glance. She never took her eyes off me. She was mesmerized. I look back her and she was gone. Confused I just start finishing my drink when I feel warm breath on my neck. 

"Can I dance with you" Paige whispered into my ear. 

I turn my head to lock eyes with her and say "Yes, please" 

I barely took a breath when Paiges large hands settled onto my waist. I start to sway and grind to the beat. Our bodies clashing and sweat dripping as we dance for what it seems hours. The packed club seemed empty with Paige on me. It felt as if it was just me and her. I get a text and pull my phone out of my bra. Its from Ellie. 

Ellie baby 😇: I see youuuu, is that who i think it is bro???

You: It is, if we dont go home tg yk why 😉

I put my phone back in my bra and kept letting Paige's hands explore my body until she asked. "You wanna get some air". 

As hot as I was, I got chills thinking about me and Paige being alone. I could be real bold in a public setting but being alone was a different story. 

I quickly nodded and Paige grabbing my hand leading me to the door. 

She walks to her car, never letting go of my hand. She leans up against the side. I stand infront of her, maybe a little too close. 

"You look nice" I blurted out not knowing what to say.

Paige chuckled, shes so cocky. 

"Thank you mama but you look better" She said resting her hands back on my waist. 

Subconsciously I get closer to her. Wanting to feel more. 

I keep eye contact as I start to play with the buttons on Paiges shirt. 

"Mmm, C'mere" She said pulling me in more, slowly bringing her lips to mine just not kissing me. 

Dying at the tension, I smash our lips together. Her hands move down from my waist to my ass. Gripping it not so gently. Her kisses become rougher as she feels me moan into her mouth. She goes into her pocket and unlocks her car. 

"Get in" She said walking away from me. 

With little to no hesitation I get in the car. Her luxurious all black car smelt so good. Like her. 

She puts on Acquainted by The weekend. I check the time on the dashboard. Its now 12:52. 

Paige rolls down the windows, the cool feels so good on my skin. She looks so sexy driving. I wonder where this night is going to lead to. 

Im looking out the window as I feel Paiges soft touch. Her hand on my inner thigh, a little too close to my panties. Wanting to tease her, I start to grind against her fingers. Hearing her chuckle fueled me even more. Her long fingers started to rub my clit through the cloth, making me moan. Before I knew it, We were at Paiges dorm. 

Before I could even say anything Paige shut the door, pinning me down the wall and putting her mouth into mine. Her knee rested between my legs, slowly grinding into me. Her hand surrounded my whole neck and she started to kiss down my neck. Nibbling and biting me,  hearing me wince then soothing it with her tongue. My hands started to travel under her shirt, feeling her toned, strong body and getting turned on even more. Her hand starting to replace her knee, touching me so softly I could barely feel it. 

"More" I let out in a breathy moan

"Yeah baby? Whatever the princess wants she gets" Paige said while picking me up in a swift motion, sits me on her bed and gets on her knees. 

"Lets undress you pretty girl" She said while looking up at me with a hungry look. 

She started at my feet, unbuckling my heels and tossing them to the side. Her strong hands went up my thighs and up my dress to pull off my panties. Seeing the wet piece of fabric made her moan as she started to unbutton and zip down my dress leaving me completely exposed to her.

"Fuck where have you been all my life" Paige said while she started to kiss down my body. 

When she got to my aching pussy she slowed down. She slowly spread my legs, kissing my inner thighs. I started to buck my hips, wanting more. 

"You're such a little slut mama, beg and ill give you what you want" Paige said. 

Desperate, I start to beg. 

"p-please Paige, touch me. I need you" I say trying to control myself. 

Paiges hand continued to roam my body as her breath was making my pussy jump. 

"Hmm should I really give it to you, Im not sure if you deserve it" Paige teases. 

"Paige, please ill be such a good girl for you" I say. 

"Oh yeah? Prove it then" She said standing up, towering over me. 

I slowly start to move my hands down my body, teasing my nipples and never breaking eye contact with the blonde.  

My hand reaches my pussy, I started to rub small circles into my clit and letting out pornographic moans. 

The look of pure lust in Paiges eyes as she watched me is something ill never forget. It hadn't even been a full minute until she pulled my hands off and started to devour my pussy. 

I grab a handful of her hair and start grinding back into her. She starts to pump two fingers into me, making me throw my head back as her long fingers repeatedly hit my g spot. 

Im closer and closer to the edge and Paige noticed. 

"Cum for me slut, cum all of my face" She said with her eyes piercing up at me. 

I listen and release all on her and her bed spread. 

She cleans her face and me up. The last thing I remember was cuddling her and her hands rubbing me up and down. 

                             3:02 pm, you and Ellies dorm

Im still so groggy from the night before, as im filling up the tub I get a text. 

Maybe Paige Beuckers: Hey stranger, miss you already pretty. 

and that was just the start.

[athenaluciscaelum]

Note: I am choosing 2007 Anime Dante myself, since none was mentioned. And I took a lot of creative liberty, like way too much. I don't know if it still operates under 'yandere' or not. But Dante is too strong and sense heightened to play into normal yandere setup for me. Hope you all enjoy.

Why so obsessed?

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Pairing: 2007 Anime Dante x Fem! Yandere Reader

Rated: Mature

Words: 1993 words

Warning: Stalking, Spanking, Unprotected Sex

Disclaimer:

Feel free to leave comments, but remember to be nice and civil.

LETS ROCK!!!

You were sitting on the red leather couch in the corner of the Devil May Cry building, looking up from paperwork, eyeing Lady standing against Dante's hardwood desk that you were sitting and making out with him on a few minutes back. Your brain was seething, your hands clenching on the pen, practically breaking it; your distaste was not unnoticed by Dante. He may be many things, but unaware was not one of them.

He still remembers when he met you standing in his office a few nights after he returned from Mallet Island. He was deep in bottles, his pain and guilt greater than he could imagine. He thought about how he couldn't forgive himself once; how was he supposed to forgive himself twice?

You were standing there, not by any chance or luck. He saw you many times before. The first time, you two crossed each other as strangers in Freddy's Diner, and multiple times you were following him, taking his picture. Just for the fun of it, one day he followed you back; there was something so comical about 'hunter being hunted'. You were not harming him or could not harm him, so he was loosely fooling around with the idea. He hated the people who turned love into obsession; to him, love was not unknown; it was an integral part of his childhood. He was so deeply loved once that he was never unaware of what love was but also painfully aware of the cold and loneliness that surrounds when there is an absence of love.

Dante was looking at you from your window. He saw how mechanical and proper you were. You walked into your apartment, taking off your shoes and putting them on the shelf, carefully putting your camera on the work desk, changing from work clothes, hopping in the shower, putting on something lighter, making yourself tea, and printing various pictures of Dante you took today as he was fighting demons, then when he left Freddy's Diner, or when he was sitting alone in the bar. You had every picture of him from the day you both got to know of each other's existence. You were asleep; Dante sneaked into your room as silent as air. He checked your files; they contain all information about him, from his past and heritage to his present.

To say the least, he was amused; there was a picture that made his heart clench. The picture of him in his demonic form, Dante came a long way in accepting his demonic heritage. But for looking at himself for the first time as a demon, it kills him. It made him uneasy and anxious. He was spiralling into the worst line of thoughts, questioning his whole existence he recently started to accept. His hand trembled as he turned the picture backward, not wanting to look at it. You wrote with a Sharpie, "How such a demonic form is of such service to humanity. Scary? My God, you're divine," with lots of hearts around the picture with red sparkle Sharpie.

Dante frowned; he couldn't understand. How can you find this attractive? He read more through your notes. It has a tone of reverence. You knew how he took care of Grue's daughters, how he never took money from a job when it was someone in need, how he maintained distance, plunging himself into isolation for others, how he saw himself as unworthy of any love and how he took care of Enzo for the act, which was the most sensible line of action. You had a reverence towards him and his humanity. It stretched beyond attractiveness and mere physical attraction. It was admiration for something he so badly wanted to preserve in himself: his humanity.

Dante left the book there, the way it was. The scepticism towards you lowered. He knew you still followed him, photographed him. Hell, he loved the way you reacted when he went to the strip club, Love Planet. It was not even needed, but just to get a reaction. You were stalking him; the least he can do is get some fun out of it. He will intentionally reach out and wink at the stripper. The way you will be seething was amusing to him. And he can't forget the elaborate plans you had in your book to harm Trish and Lady, but gave up as you saw them in action with words : "MISSION ABORTED: TARGET TOO STRONG." You never intended to kill them but just give them a piece of your mind, as it was your Dante. You were supposed to be balm to all his pain. No one else!

So here you were in front of him, after he was back from Mallet Island and deep in bottles. You saw how he was not the same after you came back. You always knew he masked pain, but Dante was at least functional. When Dante came back days ago and never stepped out. You knew it was time for you to step in. Luckily, Trish was away for months.

Dante looked up at you; liquor bottles and pizza boxes were littered around him. Some Playboy magazines here and there. He was irritated; thanks to his demonic heritage, he had a fast metabolism. It didn't even let him get drunk. Dante was in the worst mood possible. He looked at you, raising his head, and asked, laughing at you mockingly, "What the hell do you want now? Miss Stalker!?" He spoke with poison.

You sighed; you were not exactly surprised he knew. You tried to be defensive and spoke with a low voice, "Dante, are you okay?" Dante leaned back in his chair and laughed, "Do you not know it already!?" You gulped and spoke apologetically, "I have no way of defending my actions, but you need help." Dante scoffed, "Yeah, from my stalker!" You wanted to cry; the tears were threatening to spill.

Dante looked at you and clenched his teeth. He spoke irritatedly at you, "Yeah, cry now. I am the bad guy!" You shook your head, crying and blurred, "No, you're the good guy! The best human possible, yet you struggle with this internal conflict. You are what you believe! Your human or demon heritage does not matter! You matter! You are doing your best! Your mother will be proud! " Dante's eyes were wide; he looked at her mother's portrait and clenched his fist on the table. He shook his head, "You do not know anything!" You quickly interjected, "I know everything! I'm your stalker! Remember? I -" Dante cuts you and shouts, "I committed fratricide!" As he felt those words, he looked down and said to himself, "I killed my own brother... I'm not human or worth forgiving..." You walked closer to him and tried to pull him out of his self-pity, "Dante..." Dante kept saying, "I killed him..." You shouted, "Dante!"

Dante snapped out of it; he looked at you, his head was against your chest, and he was looking up at you. You kept saying, "Everything is going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay!"

Dante closed his eyes, and everything turned silent. He woke up tucked in on the couch. You were sleeping on the floor, sitting with your back against the red leather couch. He slept... he slept? That was a miracle. It was the first time he slept in the longest time. He remembered saying everything out loud, and it made everything so much better. He doesn't forgive himself, but he can think beyond – maybe not beyond but a day ahead?

Dante's eyes fell on you, his little stalker. Not so bad for an obsessive stalker, huh?

It was that day and now after a few months. You were literally pouncing like a cat when he asked you to move in. Dante could handle everything about you. He knew how to keep you sane. There was just one issue: your jealousy and insecurity stem from your obsessive and possessive nature. You found in yourself to somehow let Trish off the hook, as she looked like Dante's mother. Patty was like his younger sister or better daughter. It only left Lady, as your constant target. You knew you couldn't exactly complain about her flirting with Dante. As Lady was never interested in Dante that way. But you kept beating around the bush. You went on about how Lady was 'cold, manipulative, exploiting Dante for making money and rude overall'. Dante talked about it to you a lot. He did; he tried everything to convey that his love is only you. But God, you were so jealous. It was getting repetitive and irritating now, especially when he came after a long mission with Lady.

Dante looked at you as Lady left, waving bye at you with a smile. You forced a smile and waved back. Dante crossed his arms across his chest and looked at you with a serious look on his face, "Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you the same thing?" You got defensive and spoke incoherently, "Wh-what!? I'm just doing pa-paper-work!" Dante shook his head, "Y/N, cut it! We talked! You shouted back, "It's not my fault; she was all over you!" Dante shouted back, "No, she was not!"

You walked up to him, looking at him, and spoke loudly, "Yes! She was!" Dante smirked, "So you want to be a bad girl, huh!?" You were flustered and stumbled on your words... You knew what these words meant, "D-Da-Dante...I!" Dante smirked as he pulled you over his thighs. He purred, "Bad girls get spanked, my lil stalker." You were flustered as he reached into your front and unbuttoned your denim, unzipping it to pull down your denim and panties in one swift motion, leaving them around your knees. He whistled, "That's some nice view. Now where were we? Right! Bad girl!" His large hand came to swat your ass, turning it red. You yelped, and Dante smirked, "So, babe, what I said to you before?" You pouted and were quiet; a heavy hand smacked your red ass again, not painfully, but it burnt. You cried, "That you only love me!" Dante nodded and swatted your ass again, "And?" He raised his eyebrow and leaned closer to your face to hear you. You whimpered as you jumped at another slap, "And! That lady and you are just friends! Nothing more! I'm the only one!" Dante smiled, "Right, my little stalker, now you're a good girl... Where were we now? Right, good girls get to ride their obsession…"

You blinked. In one fluid motion, you were straddling his lap as he pulled down your jeans and panties completely while also unbuckling and freeing his cock... which sprang between his and your abdomen. You were quick to guide his head into your wet heat, easily sliding down his length; you cried and arched your back.

You moaned as he grunted, threading your fingers in his soft white locks. You spoke authoritatively, "Mine! All mine!" Dante let out a breathy moan, "Yes! All yours, baby! Take me! Ride me!" You started to bounce and slide up and down his length. Dante wanted to use his hands, but you bit his neck and spoke flatly, "No!" You slowed the rhythm and started to swirl your hip. He moans softly. "Y/N"

You reached out to get his collar from the drawer and clasp his around his neck, holding onto it. You smiled as you kissed his lips, "Behave, be good for me?" Dante nodded as you started to pick up rhythm again and moaned,"Umm...cum for me, baby! I'm close! So close!" You squeezed your eyes shut, and Dante threw his head back. He grunted, "Fuck! Y/N" You came all over his cock, and he spilled inside you. You were spent on his chest. As he extracted your tangled body and held you close in bliss, his little stalker.

[h1biscusgal]

https://www.tumblr.com/creature-wizard/780831414190014464/alot-of-the-loa-theories-crack-me-up-the-more-i?source=share answer this

God give me strength ☝🏻

Oml I really wanna roll away, LIKE BITCH-

(not the person who sent it obv ml, I mean the post created and that anon who asked this dumbass question) 💀

You see, the multiverse theory is real and for god's sake CIA already confirmed it, like do you need someone to come down from the sky to hand you a cloud made leaflet on how the void and shifting is all real and people have been doing it for centuries?

The multiverse theory:

A theory where there are other realities as where you had existed in the first place, let me make one thing clear with the anon who said that it's "ridiculous" how someone can have something in this reality and the other person saying "but I have it in my reality".

Which part of "my" don't u understand my guy 💀

You don't MAKE manifestation appear, manifesting already APPEARS like it was natural.

In a reality where pink hair color is very natural, it might be baffling to you, that's the meaning of "multiverse theory and how it is on nature's law."

Of course the multiverse don't work for those people who already are in a reality where shifting and the multiverse theory in itself does not exist, now let me tell u something big.

That person in front of you? Their reality is different than yours.

Now don't go saying "BUT WE ARE IN THE SAME REALITY".

FUCK NO, here's an example:

Monica and Lily again.

Lily lives her life normally in Canada, she likes cats and loves breakfasts, sometimes gets stressed out easily and hates loud noises, she thinks she'll stay the same with her face shape even when she sorta wishes her hair was longer, and she does not believe in the shifting or the multiverse theory.

Monica is her friend, she lives two houses away from Lily, and they almost pass each other everyday! And yet, Monica already manifested getting longer hair, didn't like it, cut it, then going blonde, then doing this and doing that, she loves manifesting and obviously desserts.

For Lily, things are rational.

For Monica, things are in her hands.

You see? For god's sake it's not about how someone perceived your reality, it's how YOU preview yours, will I make my mom go blonde if I think I AM blonde? No, same thing.

Now let me make it EVEN more clearer for some of y'all:

"if we all live on the same planet, how can someone’s reality be different from someone else’s? and how can the multiverse theory be real if it can’t be proven?"

first of all 💀💀💀💀

you don’t need to believe in something to leave it alone. not everything is meant to fit into your perspective of the world. if you don’t believe in the multiverse, that’s okay. but mocking others for exploring a reality beyond your limits? that’s not disbelief mf that's hot shit ego bc someone could not get their life.

now let me ask you this:

have you ever noticed how two people can live in the same room, breathe the same air, and still experience the world completely differently?

how one person can feel cursed and broken in a life someone else sees as blessed?

that’s reality. and it’s personal. always has been, your eyes DOES not see what the other sees.

reality isn’t just the physical homie it’s emotional, mental, energetic, perceptual.

you and i might walk down the same street and live in completely different worlds. not because the world changed, but because our perspective are changed.

the multiverse theory isn’t about cartoon portals and sci-fi drama — it’s about possibility.

your version doesn’t cancel out mine. it just means we’re tuned into different layers of the same universe, or even different universes altogether, you don't believe in it that's why it doesn't exist, BUT IT DOES NOT MEAN IT DOESN'T FOR OTHERSSSSSSS.

so if i believe in realities where natural red eyes exist, or where desires manifest instantly, or where timelines bend to thought that’s my business. and in my universe? it’s real mf.

so instead of laughing at the multiverse theory because it doesn’t look like truth to you, ask yourself this:

what are you so afraid of losing if other people’s realities don’t match your own, bro get your life, we understand you're frustrated.

hope I made sense 💀

[sapphic-circles]

In the Savage Night (Chapter 20)

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“I feel silly.”

Galinda sat on the pile of shavings in the barn, dressed in a threadbare pink nightgown that, judging by the size of it, was probably from quite a few years ago. She’d been sitting very still and concentrating very hard for what Elphaba would estimate to be about an hour, but all Galinda had turned was red in the face.

“You could take a break,” Elphaba suggested. She sat by the door at Galinda’s request, but she longed to be closer. Galinda was getting frustrated, anyway, and that probably wouldn’t help matters.

“I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” Galinda said. “I’m trying to put myself in the mindset of the Wolf, but nothing’s happening. I don’t know how anyone could do this without, you know…getting really angry.”

Elphaba thought for a moment. “Well, how do you switch from Wolf to Human?”

Galinda shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said. “It kind of just happens. But I do want to change back, so maybe that’s it. Maybe my body knows that deep down, even if I’m trying to, I don’t want to transform.” She sighed. “I’m not sure I can convince myself I want it.”

Elphaba got up from her spot by the door to sit beside Galinda instead, knowing it would be at least a few minutes before she really started trying again. “Is there anything you like about it?” Elphaba asked. “I know it’s stressful for you, but, I don’t know…maybe you like having a tail, or being able to hear better than you usually can?”

Galinda hummed. “I do like my sense of smell,” she said. “Sometimes it’s not fun if there’s anything gross nearby, but I can smell things like leaves and river water. That can be nice.”

“There you go.” Elphaba nudged her shoulder and smiled. “What else?”

Galinda’s dimple appeared as she smiled back and kept thinking. “Running,” she said eventually. “Not so much when I’m running from something, but there were a couple times when this was new that I got out of my room on a full moon. I don’t even like running usually, but with four legs, it’s…fun.”

“I can only imagine,” Elphaba said. “So…what would need to happen for you to actually want to transform? I don’t mean trying to trick yourself into thinking you do; I mean, what would your ideal experience as a Wolf be?”

Galinda laughed self-consciously. “I don’t know,” she said. “I guess…I wouldn’t want to be alone. But I’d also need to feel certain that I wouldn’t hurt whoever I’m with, or I’d be stressed out the whole time. I just want it to feel normal, like I’m just the same as I always am except how I look. I want to be able to just walk around without anyone thinking I’m dangerous.” She looked down at her hands in her lap. “That might be easier if I weren’t actually dangerous.”

Elphaba hummed. “Well,” she said, “that might not be possible right now, but…” She took Galinda’s hand. “I can promise I will treat you just the same. I have complete faith in you, Galinda. You just need to find it in yourself, too.”

Galinda took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay,” she said. “I’m going to try again, and this time…” She hesitated. “This time, I want you to stay here right next to me. I won’t hurt you.”

She spoke with a firm resolve, but her hand shook in Elphaba’s grasp, betraying her nerves. Elphaba brought that trembling hand to her lips and pressed a warm kiss to Galinda’s knuckles. “You won’t hurt me,” she repeated calmly. “And I can still get to the door either way. You can do this, Galinda.”

Galinda squeezed Elphaba’s hand tight and closed her eyes. “I can do this,” she repeated under her breath.

Elphaba waited patiently, willing to sit still and watch the little signs of Galinda’s focus all night if she needed to. It was a steady thing: Galinda’s brows drawn together, her breath slow and even. Elphaba didn’t know how long it went on, nor did she care, before Galinda’s breath hitched just slightly and signaled some sort of change.

Elphaba didn’t move or make a sound. She didn’t want to break Galinda out of her concentration, but she still felt her friend anchored in her hand as something in her body shifted and pushed a heavy gasp out of her.

Galinda opened her eyes and trained them on Elphaba, who nodded encouragingly despite the pang in her chest knowing Galinda was already in pain. She reached up to cup the blonde’s cheek, and Galinda leaned into her palm as she sucked in another sharp breath with the sound of popping in her back—her shoulder blade, Elphaba realized, shifting under her skin toward its new position.

“Help me—“ Galinda gasped again. “Help me get my—my gown off. Please.”

“Right.” Elphaba reached down to shimmy the bottom of Galinda’s nightgown out from under her hips, then pulled it up as far as she could get it. She kept her eyes firmly averted from her friend’s chest, focusing instead on her face, and said, “Are you able to lift your arms for me?”

Galinda nodded and haltingly did as Elphaba asked, though she couldn’t move her arms as well as she normally could. Her elbows seemed drawn down to her sides, and it looked even more painful for Galinda to push them up enough to wriggle the clothing off and over her head.

“Thank you,” she breathed.

“Are you okay?” Elphaba asked. “This is all normal, right?”

Galinda nodded, even though her muscles tensed and teeth clenched as another wave of pain rippled through her. She trembled as her body changed, slowly, agonizingly: her feet and forearms lengthening, her face screwed up in discomfort as her snout emerged and her ears shifted toward the top of her head.

“You’re doing so well, my sweet,” Elphaba said. She didn’t want to get in the way, didn’t want to overwhelm Galinda further, but she couldn’t help it—she laid her hand on Galinda’s shoulder where it framed her chest now, and rubbed her thumb soothingly back and forth over it as coarse wheaten fur sprouted from the skin there.

Galinda let out a noise like a whimper, half Human and half Wolf, and Elphaba’s heart ached for her friend. The process was as ugly as it was fascinating, but only because it incited such pain. Every part of Galinda was beautiful, including the in-between parts, but Elphaba wished she could do something to ease the suffering running through the frame of Galinda’s shifting body.

But eventually, finally, the cracking and creaking and whimpering ended, and Galinda collapsed into the shavings, panting and exhausted. Elphaba crept toward her face and hesitantly laid a hand against a furry cheek.

“Galinda?” she said softly, willing her friend to look at her. She’d keep her promise and leave the barn if she needed to, but she hoped she would still see her friend behind those big, dark eyes.

And when those eyes opened to look at her, Elphaba could see clearly the spark of Galinda’s spirit within them. Elphaba let out a breathy laugh and kissed Galinda’s soft forehead. “You did it,” she said. “Galinda, you did it!”

The Wolf lifted her head and seemed to smile as she affectionately butted the side of her face against Elphaba’s.

“Do you feel all right?” Elphaba asked. She wrapped an arm under Galinda’s neck to hug her gently. “I know it must still hurt, but is everything where it’s supposed to be?”

Galinda let out a chuffing sound and nodded, brushing the soft fur of her face against Elphaba’s skin.

“Good,” Elphaba chuckled. She held Galinda’s face between her hands and smiled. “Would you look at that?” she said. “It’s just you. Nothing scary at all.”

Galinda’s tail gave a low wag against the shavings, stirring them into the air, and she stuck just the tip of her tongue out to lick Elphaba’s cheek.

Elphaba laughed and ruffled Galinda’s fur. “All right,” she said. “Do you think you’ll have an easier time sleeping like this? Or do you want to change back?”

Galinda sighed and paused as if in thought, then shifted in the bedding to get more comfortable. She pointed with her nose at her side and looked back at Elphaba, her eyes somehow conveying even more pleading than usual.

“You don’t have to look at me like that,” Elphaba teased. “I couldn’t say no to you even if I wanted to.” She retrieved her blanket from the opposite wall and laid it across the shavings at Galinda’s side, then settled down to lean against the soft mound of her ribcage. Galinda’s heart drummed a slow, steady rhythm beneath Elphaba’s ear, so powerful that she could feel it against her skin like this. As much trouble as she’d had sleeping last night, she doubted she’d stay awake for long with such a soothing sound in the background of her consciousness.

Elphaba’s mind did wander, though, as she waited for sleep to take her. It wandered back to the note Fiyero had left on Galinda’s bedside table, which she’d pretended she hadn’t noticed. But the words on the paper echoed in her memory as she tried to puzzle out what it meant.

Because it seemed obvious to Elphaba, but that didn’t mean her interpretation was true. Wasn’t it more likely that she was reading into it, knowing how recently her affections for Galinda had been fully realized? Of course, if she was desperate, she could believe that Fiyero meant to push the two of them together romantically—but Oz, would it not be presumptuous and rather conceited of her to think that way?

After all, Galinda was Fiyero’s beloved, and Fiyero was hers. Why would he even be receptive to this, let alone encourage it? And it would mean Galinda not only felt something for her in return, but that Fiyero knew about it. He’d left the note for her, not for Elphaba.

So, of course he only meant to give them privacy as friends, or perhaps roommates. They lived together and he didn’t, so he probably didn’t want to overstay his welcome. It seemed so obvious and innocent after thinking about it for a moment rather than relying on her heart to inform her impressions.

It didn’t matter, truly. She hadn’t been meant to see it in the first place, and she should really just pretend she never had. Speculation would do nothing for her, and what Galinda needed right now was a friend, anyway. Maybe not a friend who thought a little too much about how beautiful she was, but one who would simply be there for her, which Elphaba hoped she was doing a good enough job of.

Galinda did seem to be feeling a bit better today. Aside from the unfortunate fluke in the sorcery seminar, she’d been in relatively good spirits—and had managed to transform of her own volition. There wasn’t much they could discuss now, seeing as Galinda couldn’t talk, but Elphaba hoped her friend felt as proud of herself as she did.

And in the morning, when Elphaba woke to Galinda’s own waking movements after what was finally a long, restful night for the both of them, her chest swelled with the fondness that seemed to be smothering her more with every passing day.

Galinda stretched her forelegs and let out a high-pitched, squeaky yawn, which Elphaba couldn’t help but laugh at. Galinda groaned and playfully nudged Elphaba’s shoulder, nearly threatening to topple her over into the shavings.

“All right, all right, I’m sorry,” Elphaba chuckled. “You slept well, my sweet?”

Galinda heaved a blissful sigh and lay on her side to stretch out completely, which Elphaba understood to mean Yes, and I’m still comfy.

“I’m glad,” Elphaba said. “But we do have to be getting back if we want time for breakfast before class.”

Galinda groaned in response, but she hauled herself to her feet to shake the shavings out of her fur before beginning the transformation back.

Elphaba hadn’t thought it would be any different the other way around, but it seemed much easier and much faster for Galinda to return to her Human form. It still looked painful, and it elicited a few yelps and whines before it was finished, but within just a minute or two the last of the changes were complete. Galinda’s familiar figure crouched on the floor, her hair hanging in a tousled curtain over her chest as she paused to catch her breath.

“Here,” Elphaba said, scooping Galinda’s nightgown up from where she’d folded it and set it aside. She turned her back to allow her friend to dress and only turned back around when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Elphaba’s breath caught when she found Galinda absolutely beaming at her, eyes bright with excitement and exuding the most radiant joy Elphaba had seen on her since they met. She froze, stuck staring at the human sunbeam in front of her, until Galinda squealed and threw her arms around Elphaba’s neck.

“Elphie!” Galinda chirped. “That was amazing. I did it; I did it on purpose, and I didn’t feel scared or angry or…and I just felt like me. The whole time!”

Elphaba hugged Galinda back, warm fuzzies spreading through her core at the contact. “You were amazing,” she said. “I knew you could do it. And just imagine how much better you’ll feel with more practice?”

Galinda giggled and nuzzled into Elphaba’s neck. “I’m not a lost cause,” she breathed. “I might have a real future.”

“Of course you have a future,” Elphaba said, her arms tightening subconsciously around Galinda before he pulling back to look her in the eye. “You’re perfect, Galinda. Regardless of what you’ve gone through. You’ve already proven how strong you are; this is just more of the same.”

“It’s you, you know.”

Elphaba’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“It’s you.” Galinda picked a wood shaving out of Elphaba’s braids and smiled as she smoothed them back behind her shoulders. “I was never this brave before I met you. And I’ve never—never felt calm like I did last night as a Wolf. And you stopped my transformation the other night. It’s you, Elphie; I don’t know how, but you just…you make everything better.”

Elphaba’s heart felt like it might come screeching to a stop at any moment. Galinda’s hands lingered on her shoulders, her eyes stared deep into Elphaba’s, and her mirthful smile had faded into something softer, something almost reverent in the way her brow turned up toward the middle.

It took a few heartbeats before Elphaba remembered she needed to form words, and she just barely managed to say, “All I want is to make things better for you.”

Galinda stared at her for a moment longer, wide eyes brimming with emotion. “Well, you do a very good job,” she said. She paused, then swallowed and let her hands fall from Elphaba’s shoulders. “Would you—would you mind grabbing my crutch for me?”

Elphaba’s eyes widened as she realized Galinda had been standing with her weight on one foot. “Oh,” she said, “of course. Sorry.” She turned hastily toward the wall the crutch leaned on and returned with it as quickly as she could. Galinda took it and leaned on it with a relieved sigh.

“Thanks, Elphie,” she said. “Sorry for leaning on you like that.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Elphaba said. But she felt weak in the wake of Galinda’s touch, her heart fluttering like a schoolgirl’s.

It’s not like that, Elphaba reminded herself. Great Oz, when did she become like this? She may have had a short-lived crush or two before she’d grown up, but she hadn’t even realized it was possible to feel so smitten for somebody, and so quickly.

It overwhelmed her so completely that she wasn’t even sure she could keep it to herself anymore, and as she absentmindedly trailed beside Galinda back to the campus proper, she decided she did have to talk about it with somebody—before she ended up spilling her heart out to Galinda herself.

[suckmyarschkarte]

oh... OH.

[rakkuntoast]

someday, somewhere, somehow

i'm gonna feel found

[miscellaneoussmp]

I love how Bagi and Roier are both reacting to the whole situation. They both love Cellbit in different ways, of course. That's what they share, their love for him. Their reactions are where they differ.

Roier only sees the knife pointed outwards, pointed towards those who have hurt them over and over. He doesn't care who it gets pointed at, as long as it stays pointed away from his heart as they both promised.

Bagi is worried that the knife is actually pointed inwards, pointed towards himself. She cares who it gets pointed at because she risks losing him again. What if the knife is pointing towards his heart? It's just like hers.

[moeblob]

New OCs

(briefly, humans and supernatural beings have to team up for building better relations with each other and all the supernaturals can shapeshift and take on human appearances but also have their 'original form'.)

OK so I was GOING to draw fanart today - I had a fun idea and everything! But health anxiety (and anti-anxiety meds) wore me out so I kinda .... slogged through OCs as a treat to me. I am going to go to the doctor tomorrow so HOPEFULLY it's all okay.

[civetcider]

While gender-nonconformity-club (this post: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/gender-nonconformity-club/746406850785869824) doesn't outright say she's a transmisogynist, she reblogs from TERFs and gendercrits. I really wish TME people were better at spotting crap like this. Do better next time, please.

this is so condescending what the hell come off anon

you yourself say she doesn't say it out right and only reblogs stuff from other poeple :((( what do you expect from me :(((((( you want me to not only look through the blogs of every post i reblog but also all the blogs that person reblogs??? :((((((((( there are so many levels of separation here :(((((( i dont even follow them or anything i don't know anything about this person :(((((((( you want me to google everyone i reblog from to check to make sure they are good people?

[daisywords]

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[eye-of-yelough]

can’t believe i’m posting this. don’t read the tags if you don’t want to make this face -> 😧

[blondedingdong]

He arrived today. 🥹🩷✨ Was so excited I even told my therapist and she laughed (she knows how much this guy means to me). X//D Alrighty, my wife and I can play Fortnite together now. *puts him next to me so he can watch* 🥹🥹🥹💕

[kavehayati]

Chappel Roan saying she’s sad she’s demisexual and then there’s me being aroace as a whole like don’t you think I’m even more sad 😭