#i do occassionally try to dress like i think he would

[hyde-ur-monsters]

doitdoitdoit

Okay but what if the brain rot got so real I dyed my hair in a certain frosted tips style

Like,,,

No one is rlly gonna know where it’s from

[workingbynyx]

hello baby I love your theme !! i saw you were doing jason todd x readers so i’m gonna shoot my shot OFC NO PRESSURE

so we all know bruce is rich so jason must be as well but WHAT IF reader also came from a rich powerful family of Gotham, I think they would maybe meet through a gala or something and Dick would joke to Jason about how he is drooling at the sight of reader IDK BABES IT’S UP TO YOU, i hope it inspires you <3

City of Stars — Jason Todd x F!Reader

↷ summary — what happens if one of the bat sons meet the striking heiress of another powerful family? ˎˊ˗

↷ pairing — jason todd x f!reader ˎˊ˗

↷ genre — romance, fluff, slight comedy and eventual angst ˎˊ˗

↷ warning/s — a few curse words here and there ˎˊ˗

↷ a/n — hey!! tysm for this prompt oml its the cutest, and ik its a bit of a cliché but reader is an heiress to stark industries here 😭 i figured it would be interesting since, contrary to popular belief, tony and bruce wouldn't get along so it offers the question what would happen if their children got together (tea 👀🍵) this isn't based on anything btw! so there might be some ooc instances. OH AND I'll probably make a part 2 of this soon if i get motivationekehwjd soooo i hope you enjoy reading! ˎˊ˗

— wayne manor, present day

bruce fixed yet another gala for the year, inviting multiple billionare ceos and business owners to the humble party. gotham city strived under the great care of his trusted partners even when crime and corruption still runs in the city. the bat took care of that of course, with the help of his sons and daughters who also attended the event in simple dresses and suits and ties tailored to their liking.

the gala had been going on for a few hours or so which eventually became boring enough for jason to take a few shots and drinks by the bar as he scanned the crowd with people in bejeweled clothes and shimmering jewelry that blinded him as the chandelier shined on them. "is all that really neccessary.." he mumbled to himself, taking a sip of his 3rd drink of the night. "yes it is, would you rather people come into sweats like you would?" dick suddenly chimed in as he walked up towards jason and leaned against the counter of the bar, asking for a drink of his choice.

"It wouldn't hurt to try next year" jason said with a stern look on his face, occassionally shooting up a short smile to people walking by. "if bruce allows it, i doubt he would. the man practically lives in a suit and tie" dick replied, "well, tough shit grayson. you might be forgetting being the rebel is sort of my thing" jason shot back with a smirk. "ah, my bad" grayson said with a chuckle as he sipped on champagne. "so, anyone caught your eye yet?" "If you mean spoiled little kids running around with chocolate smeared on their faces then yeah" jason sighed while dick suppressed a laugh. "c'mon man, there's at least gotta be someone" "dick, i didn't come here to look for 'someone' nor do i ever plan to"

and right when jason uttered those words with no remorse, he immediately swallowed them right back when he caught a glimpse of you in the crowd. the dark yellow dress you wore complimenting the red of his suit, its like a match made in gotham, as one would say. the man had to double take in your way when you slowly walked through the room with your father, tony stark. the man behind stark industries, one of the richest companies based in new york. jason knew they recently opened a branch within the city to make way for new advanced technology and scientific engineering. that was probably the reason why you're here from jason's assumption.

"i'd say otherwise" dick snuck up beside jason and whispered to taunt him, his eyes following the lady that caught his brother's attention. "..what?" the other finally said, snapping out of it. "you should go up to her instead of drooling over here, you look like a total loser dude" dick patted his shoulder which annoyed jason. "cut it out dick, i'm not going up to her" "why not?" "i have other things to tend to" "like?" "...shut up" "jason, this is your only shot. are you gonna waste it on brooding the whole night?" "i'm NOT taking any of your dating advice" "i didn't say you have to date her dipshit, what could a friendly conversation lead to?" "a can of worms, go figure" jason then started walking away from dick as soon as he sets the glass down on the counter.

"jay c'mon," dick caught up to him which released a frustrated groan from jason. "she seems like a nice woman" "you're really living up to your name right now, stop it" jason said through gritted teeth.

in other people's point of view, it looks like two grown men are silently arguing in the corner of the big hall which then caught your attention soon after. you wanted to get to know bruce's children after he warmly welcomed you and your family to gotham before they got down to talking business, it obviously lost your interest so you quietly excused yourself from the conversation to wander the mansion.

you stumbled upon one of his daughters and had a nice conversation, they didn't seem intimidating as they said they'd be— not until you went up to his sons. you mentally prepared yourself as you slowly walked over to the duo, straightening the slight wrinkles on your dress and patting down your necklace.

"uhm, hello there. i hope i'm not interrupting" you called out to them which caught their attention. dick and jason quickly arranged themselves to look presentable, even if they were just arguing seconds ago. "hey" jason said as he cleared his throat, to which you replied with a smile. "its a wonderful party, i see mr. wayne has good taste" you tried to sound polite as possible...was it even worth trying?

"yeah, definitely" dick nodded his head. "i'm richard by the way, richard grayson. but you can call me dick" "oh uhm, pardon?" "it's unusual, i know. but trust me its fine" you couldn't help but slightly giggle at his statement, he was quite the charm. jason, on the other hand, couldn't stand seeing the two of you almost get along. he had to do something if he wanted to win you over.

you then looked over to him in anticipation, "jason" he says. "jason todd" he added. "it's nice meeting you, i've heard..interesting things about you" you said as you reached out your hand for a shake as he returned the gesture. "mhm, that's..great i guess" he nodded. "well uhm, i just wanted to come over and say hi. if our dads are gonna work together i should probably get to know his children too as a courtesy" you said with a smile, talking to bruce's oldest sons was quite nerve wrecking to say the least. they were tall, fit, sharp and certainly attractive, they're also intelligent one might add.

"huh" jason blurted out. "i didn't know bruce and mr. stark had to work together" he said. "oh, mr. wayne didn't mention anything?" "he never does" he replied. "hmm, that's a bit odd.." "trust me, everything's odd when you're around him" you couldn't help but chuckle which took jason back a bit, seeing you find his 'joke' funny enough. it was...adorable.

"i'll take your word for it, jason" hearing you say his name was like hearing angels sing to him. he didn't even realize he was developing a crush on someone he just met at a random gala, that never happened before. it must be something about you that attracted jason a lot.

"oh and, do you know where to get some fresh air? all this business talk has been making me ill for the past hour" you asked, a bit embarrassed to say it in front of them. but they seem to get your pain. "I'll let my brother show you, he knows this place a lot more than i do" "wh— you literally live here" jason whispered loudly. "i'll see you around ms. stark, i look forward to working with you soon" and just like that, dick had left you and jason alone.

your eyes followed dick as he walked back into the crowd until he was no longer seen, your gaze returning back to jason who was just staring at you unconsciously. at some point, you found yourself admiring his features for a moment. his eyes that shined against the light, his ruffled hair that sat prettily on his forehead, and his prominent jawline. 'he's cute...i guess' you thought to yourself, not until he cleared his throat when the silence got too loud.

"sooo, shall i show you around or are you gonna keep staring at me?" he said which made you lift a brow. "staring at yo— weren't you the one staring at me first?" you argued, making jason laugh at your protest. "relax, i was kidding" he added, flicking his head towards the staircase for you to follow him. "y'know, for a sec i thought you were a royal of some sort" jason started as the both of you went up. "how so?" you asked. "i don't know, you look all elegant and..the way you speak" you chuckled at his remark. "should i be flattered or is that a bad thing?" "not at all" jason said, a short smile forming. "well, that's what my mother taught me. she didn't want me to be a 'smartmouth' like my dad. he's probably annoying mr. wayne by now because of it" "bruce has already been around smartmouths enough," he turned towards you, "exhibit a" then gestures to himself.

you couldn't help but chuckle at jason. "is that so?" you asked with an exaggerated tone. "i didn't take you for a smartmouth if i'm being honest, more quite the opposite really" "well you might've if we met under different circumstances" "maybe, maybe not" you looked up to him with a mischievous glint in your eyes, a slight smirk forming on his face.

as the two of you walk through the empty halls of the mansion, you both reach the huge balcony where the doors are wide open. the cold breeze seeping through the curtains which sent shivers down your spine. you tried to fight the chills around your skin, but it was evident to jason you were clearly freezing. he unbuttoned his blazer and wrapped it around your shoulders, giving them a quick squeeze when you thanked him. "ahh, this is nice" you exhaled, relief washing over you when the distinct conversations are finally blocked. you stared into the dimmed city lights of gotham, poorly glistening from where you stood.

"it kinda is" jason added, his hands now both in his pockets as he admired the view...and you.

the longer you stared, the longer a thought began lingering. you cracked your head to the side to look at jason standing behind you, ushering him to come forward. "so uh, how long have you been here?" you started. "since birth, i'm pretty much stuck here" jason answered as he leaned against the railings. "but either way, gotham is my home afterall. i don't think i'll ever have the chance to leave this behind, even if i wanted to" there was a bit of sentiment behind his words, but you understood him. you were also pretty much stuck in one place before your father finally agreed to take you elsewhere, to finally let you handle things your own way when you came of age.

he was always protective over you which partially hindered you from living up to your true potential, but now that he's giving you a part of his legacy you have the chance to prove yourself.

"how was it like? y'know, growing up in a city like this" you followed up. "nothing to sugarcoat i'll tell you that, but uh...that's probably a story for another day" jason says, a quick glance to your direction. "another day?" "yeah another day" he said, studying your reaction. his eyes gleamed with hope, hoping that you'd understand where he's getting at. "are– are you saying—" "yes, ms. stark. i, jason todd, am hoping to see you another day"

your cheeks flushed pink, the heartfelt conversation suddenly turning into whatever this was. it was a pleasant surprise. "i— well, i don't see why i'd say no to that offer" you said with the brightest smile on your face. jason contained a smile however, letting his head fall down between his arms while he sighed in relief. that could've gone the wrong way. he tapped against the stone railing and brought his head back up, his cheeks also dusted pink. "a'ight so, when can i see you then?" he raised a brow.

"i'm in the city for the next few weeks, come visit at the flat two blocks away from the stark industries site. i'm at the third floor, second door to your right" jason took note of that mentally, making sure he got every detail down. "right," he nodded. "uhhh, how do they say this— so it's..a date?"

"it's a date, mr. todd"

[fanficfish]

hetalia thought: the older they get, the more "fuck it we ball" the nations get

let me give examples.

-italy bros are at the least gonna hit 2000 soon. Both are bumbling idiots who are more here to have a good time then anything. I'm convinced they're stronger then they make themselves to be (they caught England with a hole. Yes he dropepd in there but how did they get him into the cell? Venezianobbeat up Turkey once, too, and i think that was when turkey was stronger....and if you think about it, veneziano pretending to be an idiot means he can get away with everything. Literally. Even if he sneaks into a meeting room, him yelling about pasta is enogh to make the others go "ah hes at it again"

-China lmand the maid dress cosplay. Enough said.

-the Nordics, who are all over a thousnad and most are prob older. Denmark doesn't give a shit anymore, Norway goes along with everything becauae why not it's entertainment, Sweden is a memelord. Finland is probably a bit younger so he's a little more grounded, and so is Iceland- they follow the rest but i think they haave a bit more sense of not letting time just go by completely. -America and Canada are young and you can see it- they try to fit in with the rest but over or underdo it and are surprised at things like weekends passing by in a blink of an eye. Germany too, the three of them are babies and just don't quite get the joke sometimes, not for lack of trying.

-England is also up there and i mean. England and his brothers made up English TCG pokemon whatever

-france has long since accepted the idea of being a free spirit. He exists and contemplates and does his thing, knowing time will pass and he might as well try to do the little he can.

-we all know russia was hit one too many times by General Winter. Ukraine surprisingly seems to have her head, but Belarus definitely let the age get to her....just a little. I have a bet she's spent so long chasing Russia she doesn't really know how to stop.

-Poland also doesn't give a shit he just wants his ponies. Man's embraced modern life and decided to just take things as it goes. Lithuania would be dead from stressing at him if he wasn't immortal.

-japan is also pretty old but he is an outlier as far as im concerned becauae this man is a boomer whose besties are a bunch of gen Zs and he might as well be one of them. i think he's done better at the aging thing at least.

-not gonna touch on spain and olive oil. -or Austria's entertainment source being infuriating to his hosts and then marrying everyone.

-or Prussia who's kinda just gone awesome

-or Switzerland who saw the world as said fuck all lf you (cue the red cross) yall need therapy (adopts a sister) why am i the sane one here (puts up security cameras)

-and then ofc there's Greece, who long ago philosophiciEd tok hard and now knows the only things that matter in life are sleep, cats, and occassionally hanging iut with your best frenemy.

[mzhydes-funtimes]

Its really disappointing the sheer lack of anything lady mechanika i find on the internet

The tumblr tag just has someone reposting the book covers, the subreddit is mostly cosplay and lewds of lady mechanika, like wtf

Its a genuinely amazing series I'll give a summary of the main cast that we know the most about aka whove been around the longest and a general plot summary because more people should be into this and it upsets me that theres probably only a few thousand people who like it worldwise, at least considering how big the fandom is (basically non existent)

Our main character: Lady Mechanika is a sorta half mechanical half human person, but NOT a cyborg or android, it's more of almost living metal? Idk how to describe it but anyways in public shes a royal, expensive looking person wearing, as one of the other characters puts it in comic set 1: very frumpy. Very poofy and fanct looking dresses, however when shes in action she wears the most butch clothing imaginable. Think steampunk highwayman+american revolutionary war military clothing. (It would be easier to show and not tell but imma try to show by telling) in terms of badasstry i would compare her to Bayonetta but human and machine instead of magic.

Then we have the side main character: Lewis. He's an inventor who creates fancy machines and is sometimes hired by lady mechanika, but he does go out on adventures with her throughout the series. Think of him as sokka but also fire nation inventor. He curses a LOT but overall is friends with Mechanika, regardless of if she says theyre friends or not, theyre clearly friends considering how much she relies on him.

First main side character: Dr. Charles Littleton. He's not as important to the story as his daughter but he often has information for mechanika to occassionally progress the plot or to start the comics adventure. Hes the brains outside of mechanika due to being a medical doctor and also being rich, owning his own mansion, hes also good friends with Mechanika

The final character ill go over here is also a main side character: Allie Littleton. The daughter of the doctor, shes obsessed with Lady Mechanika to the point of because of Mechanika not fitting the stories about her she doesnt believe that mechanika is who she says she is, she becomes a bit more important in later sets but for now I'll leave you with: shes a sort of half tomboy half kinda proper girl. And dont be getting any ideas either, since i know lots of people sexualize Lady Mechanika, this girl is like 10. But if we exclude mechanika shes also one of the most entertaining imo lol. Like she straight up argues with Lady Mechanika this person who is intimidating even to the cops, who mind you the cops dont fight with mechanika.

Theres one more side character thats sort of the "marketable" character in the series but they come LATE into the story like 2 or 3 to lastest set of comics.

Anyway onto the plot:

Lady Mechanika is on a quest to find the person who made her the way she is now as she can remember being human before this but not much of her specific past. Sometimes shell find some people from her past showing that her creator has been in the town but left before she got there. The people left behind help mechanika put more of her memory back together, and with the help of lewis and dr. Charles theyre also discovering and putting a stop to the plans of the main antagonist: blackpool a, as far as i remember, crime ring with powers pretty high up on the totem pole, i dont remember if its government or company based but they do have a famous inventor in their ring, -or is it a corporation? Yknow what the specifics dont matter all yoy need to know is that they are big and powerful and sometimes do things that mechanika finds out about and needs to stop.

And its steampunk with some occassional horror elements, definitely body horror considering mechanika and the first character other than mechanika we meet who looks like mechanika, and even one who doesnt. It also has minor elements of magic in it as well, but most of it is technological, with occasional magic sprinkled in.

And as ive said its a really good read, chapter 0 is free to read, either as a free comic book day or on the website

[vacate-et-scire]

hii :3  tysm for doing a matchup for bllk!!

i'm a libra and an istj-t (but i'm pretty close to the middle for everything somehow...) and my love language is mainly quality time but i use the other love languages as well<3 i'm also a pretty lonely person so i tend to overshare or go on a bit of a rant when people are willing to listen😞  i enjoy writing and (occassionally) learning new stuff in my freetime!! i also have random periods of time in my life where i'm hyperfixated on one thing, usually for a few weeks. my friends consider me to be naturally smart bc i get good grades w/o studying much. they also say that i'm a completely different person online than i am irl (i can see why they think that)  and i also like to dress comfortably most days (usually sweats and a basic tee with a jacket on top) and i rarely try new styles of clothing. in romantic partners, i look for intelligence and the ability to give me space bc i tend to push people away sometimes😓  i'm also pretty sarcastic and dry sometimes so it would be good if my partner is able to put up with that lol

tysm for the hosting this event!!

Your Blue Lock Matchup: Hiori Yo

Hey there! After looking over your submission, I think Hiori Yo would be a perfect match for you. Hiori is someone who understands both the need for space and the importance of intellectual connection. He himself needs time to breathe and have his own space, so he completely understands your needs.

You mentioned being a bit of a loner, and Hiori, while he’s a bit more open and expressive than most, still understands the balance between closeness and giving each other personal space. He won’t be the type to pressure you into anything—he’d be patient, offering you the room you need without feeling like he’s being pushed away. He is calm and thoughtful, he also loves to listen and understand, allowing you to share your rants and thoughts freely.

Hiori’s intellect and understanding of strategy align perfectly with your sharp mind. He’s observant and incredibly clever, which would complement your intelligence. You’d probably find yourselves engaging in deep, stimulating conversations, whether it’s about something you're currently hyperfixating on or the lore in one of his games he's currently playing. His own curious nature means he’d be interested in the things that you get passionate about—even if it’s not always something he’s naturally drawn to.

The fact that you’re more into comfortable clothing would not be an issue for Hiori at all—he’s pretty chill and doesn’t put too much emphasis on appearances. He’d appreciate the down-to-earth vibe you bring, and it would honestly make him feel more comfortable with you than anything, he feels like when people put a lot of effort into what they wear when with someone he also is now under pressure to match that energy. Also, he’d likely join you in enjoying simple, quiet moments together, where you don’t have to do anything extravagant. Whether it’s lounging around watching movies, he'd beg to watch something horror related or maybe a zombie movie.

Hiori might clash a little bit with his sense of humour since he isn't all that charismatic himself, or at least he doesn't think he is, but he is sweet and likes to have conversations where a tone of jokes aren't needed to keep things interesting, and he can handle sarcasm, I mean with how close he is with Karasu it's kind of expected.

[cross-armageddon]

So I consulted some of my friends who are the local pjo experts so I think I have a slightly better understanding of how things work

For Nene and her video games I have several ideas

1. If Sekai exists then Emu and Rui would build her a giant gaming room somewhere (fit with gaming consoles and all her favorite games) for her birthday

2. Rui would invent something idk what but he builds robots. Wait how would Robo Nene work if she's also a piece of technology? Or does it only apply to phones?

3. Rui would be the kind of person to discover by just downloading a VPN you could trick the monsters into thinking you're in the middle of the ocean or smth

I also found out that Annabeth actually owns a phone and uses it occasionally so maybe it doesn't apply in camp?

Akito - I finally have more ideas for him! two ideas 1. No drawbacks or 2. Like you suggested a personality swap where it's basically the opposite of Akito if he uses it too much for a few minutes. Imagine An and Kohane combined. I have no reason for this other then Akito would absolutely despise it. 1 makes 100x more sense but Akito hopping around saying wonderhoy is way funnier

Actually this sounds kinda like Kaminari

Huh

I thinking for Haruka maybe to inspire others? Like motivate large crowds of people. It would really help with her idol work and ig make sense during battle? Like a pep talk? Still working on it

For An Im thinking the ability to think really fast. Like it's only for a few seconds but she can make split second decisions really well. Maybe used during battle?

And for Sekai's I would personally add it. I feel like the VS at least sorta knows about the whole demigod thing (at least for the Sekai's that are formed by multiple people) like they would go up to Miku and tell her and she would be like "ohhh that explains the random training field here lol"

Oh yeah training areas in Sekai's except they're also themed. Like the wonderland Sekai has chocolate dummies and candy canes swords (I just want Emu to wield a giant candy cane).

For Sekai's made by one person I feel like the VS will have the slightest notion but still be surprised when they hear it from the others. And yes WXS knows about the training field in the world made by their friend who they think is not a demigod. No they have still not put two and two together

I also have 2 questions!

1. I think school runs in japan through summer so how do they go to camp? Do they just skip? Or maybe online classes

2. I remember you mentioned an OC in cohort 7 that didn't want to be claimed. Is there a reason why?

Anyways tysm for this au! Have a great day

The Nene thing and her birthday gamer room is so cute I love that

As for NeneRobo, I'm not sure how it worked with the electronics, but I feel like it was something related to the Internet. I do vividly remember a character mentioning a demigod being attacked by searching up a monster on Google for a school presentation. So I think it's something with the Internet. Whether or not NeneRobo is connected to the Internet or having any sort of cellular signal that could possibly attract monsters - I do not know.

Also VPN 😭😭😭

I feel like that's up to Rick Riordan himself to decide how VPNs work LMAO

As for the Annabeth phone - it's not like they CAN'T use phones, it's simply better they use them occassionally and in emergencies, since the signal makes them easier to track.

With the powers - I will still be considering them. I've been trying to use all my braindead walking around London as a leverage to think about their powers, but I only got Prima Vista blorbo thoughts to cope with the hell that this city is (hey at least I got these 4 covered...)

Training grounds in Sekais are definitely a really cute idea. I can imagine Empty Sekai having only shooting ranges, hidden somewhere, so the rest of them have to make do with whatever they find. Street Sekai could possibly have dummies dressed up in laser tag outfits or similar, think CGO armor.

I do have a strong need to make creepy stans dummies for the Stage Sekai, but is that too much LMAO

And uh, Leo/need

I-

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Anyways, Prima's Abandoned Castle Sekai would have a battlefield with barely functional dummies and stuff. Probably rusty weapons too. They're better off bringing their own.

1. There are two possible options methinks - Option A is that the gods moved from the US to Japan, since it's canon the gods move wherever they like at the moment the most. US was said to be an economical power or something and that's why they liked it so much. Option B is that there's some sort of reality distorting portal somewhere and satyrs/whoever is out on patrol guide lost halfbloods to the camps. Language barriers? Let's say they don't exist and they all speak Greek/Latin in camps or something. We can work around.

2. Hayato is a little weird, he's quirky like that. In Prima's stories, he actively hides who he is from the people in his daily life, making him live double. That's because he simply has issues with who he is and in this AU it's not that much different. He keeps doing thinks he thinks his godfather (he knows who he is due to his powers) would disapprove of, so he doesn't get claimed. He thinks it would cause a problem if people knew who he was, which probably would be a little confusing, but he's overexaggerating. The more he lies the more he digs himself in, so haha, that's fun.

I am coming back from my trip on a very early Monday, perhaps like 3am, so I may start making more AU content after I rest. The two first days really kicked my ass with all the walking, but now we've slowed down with the sightseeing, for various reasons. Definitely not the best vacations so far, but it's still a very nice break from my routine.

I hope my post brought you a smile too 🙏

[c-h-stevens]

This post and the above mention rape and CSA. Not that OP bothered using a content warning anywhere.

Okay, I try not to get involved in internet discourse because it's a waste of time and energy, but this post was so offensive I just had to.

Every single time, literally every. Single. Fucking. Time. Some trans guy goes on about how well-akshually trans men aren't targeted by any unique form of bigotry, and claiming we do kills transfems and puppies, they go on about how they, personally, have never experienced this specific form of bigotry, so clearly such a thing can't possibly exist, and the people who claim they've experienced are all either deluded fools or malicious transmisogynists. Every. Single. Fucking. Time.

Here's the thing: other people are allowed to have experiences different from yours. Yes, even people with a roughly similar identity. It's ragingly egotistic to claim that because you have only ever experienced XYZ, everybody who claims to have experienced ABC is wrong. I don't care how you dress it up with: you're calling a whole lot of people liars. According to you, everybody who claims not to have experienced transmasculinity as a get-out-of-misogyny-free pass is objectively wrong.

I can confidently say I have never been impacted by misogyny the same way as my friends who actually identify as women.

And I can confidently say I have been impacted by misogyny worse than many cis women I've met, a substantial part of such misogyny coming from cis women themselves. What do you think that makes me, an idiot or a lying transmisogynist? Because if you're going to imply I'm either of those things, you should come forth and say so at my face.

You're telling people they can't describe themselves and their experiences using terms you personally don't approve of, and you have pretensions of being qualified to dictate what The Trans Experience is supposed to be. So why, exactly, is your experience the stick by which anybody else's should be measured and not mine? What makes you so damn important?

You also seem to believe there's a Woman Experience all women access by virtue of being women. (If not, why are you railing at trans men for not possessing this Woman Experience?) You should really read on intersectional feminism and marginalized feminists's critiques of the second wave.

Hey, seeing how you seem to be such a brave defender of trans women:

That's the memoir of a trans woman who describes her past self as a boy, as you can see from the title. Do you think she's wrong to do so, or do you only identity-police other trans men?

Your comparison of a trans man growing up as a girl to a straight boy being occassionally treated like a gay boy would is bullshit for several reasons, but the most salient one is this:

Homophobic society wants everyone to be straight. This means treating gayness as a deviance to be straightened out, as it were (heh, I'm funny).

Transphobic society wants everyone to be cis. This means assigning everyone a gender and strictly forbidding deviations form it. Therefore, trans men aren't treated like men by transphobic society, but as women.

For a straight boy, their identity aligns with what society wants from them. For a trans boy, their gender goes against what society wants from them. Straight boys are being punished by being mistaken for something else, and trans boys are being punished by being themselves.

But you, OP, seem to believe this isn't possible. You seem to believe bigotry and oppression rely on the quiddity of the person being oppressed. You claim a trans man couldn't possibly be treated like a cis woman, because that would somehow mean he is a cis woman. Or, if a trans man is treated like a cis woman, then there's a magical identity-based bigotry-repelling field that somehow makes it not misogyny.

This view of bigotry, not coincidentally, is identical to that of a specific group of trans women who believe TERFs see them as women and not as men, despite abundant evidence to the contrary. I strongly doubt this is a coincidence.

To make things exceedingly clear before moving on to the next point: no, I don't think bigotry is quiddity-based. I think it's deranged to claim transphobes see trans people as their real gender. More to the point, if everyone sees you as X, treats you as X, and loudly claims you must be X, all the effects it causes aren't going to magically evaporate like a mirage because you see yourself as Y.

When I was 11, I started menstruating. Everyone, from relatives and teachers to pop biology books and the packaging of menstrual supplies, told me this thing I was experiencing was a Girl Thing that happened to me because I was a girl. I didn't have a framework to understand the undeniable reality of the menstrual cycle as something that sometimes happens to boys. It didn't matter that I didn't see myself as a girl deep down; I still had to live with my menstrual cycle and the possibility of becoming pregnant.

Okay, this is the really offensive part. The part that decided me to write this whole fucking essay:

I do partly feel that the sticking point for many is the idea that the sexual abuse suffered by trans men is inherent to womanhood, and therefore inexplicable if trans men are men from birth. While this disregards the long history of sexual abuse of young boys, especially minority boys

No.

You don't fucking get to write a post that reeks of radical feminism, post it in the tags trans men use to discuss the bigotry they face, and then claim that other trans men believe only woman are sexually abused.

"Only women are sexually abused" is, of course, one of radical feminism's deepest held beliefs. It's thrown in our faces with horrifying glee. It's used to misgender us--because, see, if your rapist saw you as a woman or girl, what makes you think you could ever be a man? If anything, the discussions around bigotry aimed at trans men very readily admit that cis men are capable of being abused.

I know the people who raped me saw me as a little girl, because they said so. Are you claiming my rapists gendered me correctly and inexplicably lied about it? What the fuck?

Dude, you are in no way qualified to assign motivations to others. I don't care that you're a survivor yourself; you crossed the line so hard you fucking obliterated it. You'd rather call other trans male survivors deluded idiots, if not malicious, rather than admitting other people have different experiences from yours.

That's vile. Cope in your own time; don't make your issues everyone else's problem. I'm a survivor too, and I did not need to see that festering pile of garbage when I'm having a really terrible month myself.

Attacking the women in your community for not being soft enough, nice enough, patient enough, rather than fighting the powers that be.

Oh, you mean like the adult cis women who attacked my child self because I wasn't the soft nice patient little girl I was supposed to be? Of fucking course not. They were women and I was already inherently male, so I guess I was already oppressing them and they just took a brave feminist stance against my toxic masculinity.

Get out of this pipeline before it's too late.

A pipeline to where, hmmm? I'll tell you: OP is obliquely referencing arguments about trans men who stand up against the bigotry they face being either MRAs or TERFs, he's just too much of a coward to say it. The latter is particularly ironical, seeing how that diatribe up there regurgitates more than a few radfem talking points.

This is just the same old song-and-dance: trans men are only ever allowed to talk about the bigotry we face if we first disclaim we oppress not just trans women, but cis women as well. The fact that OP would claim that while also admitting trans men are sometimes correctively raped to be forced to detransition only makes this argument even more nauseating.

Lately I've been dipping my toe into the mess that is transandrophobia discourse, and in the process I've been presented with one question in many forms:

"Do trans men experience misogyny?"

My initial answer was "these terms are all theoretical frameworks for a vast range of human experiences, why would you choose to frame your pre-transition experiences as that of a woman?" This makes sense to me, but clearly isn't satisfactory to many of the people sending me anons. As much as I might want to use my own life as a case study, I can't very well tell these people in my asks box "no, you've never experienced something that could be categorized as misogyny." Still, the question bothers me.

I think that's because the question obfuscates the actual debate. It's clear to me the question we are debating is not one of "experience" but "authority." That is:

"Do (binary) trans men understand what it's like to be a woman?"

My answer? No.

How can I justify that when we have, since birth, been raised as women? Well, because we also have, since birth, been trans men. If we cast aside the idea of transness as a modern social construct or anything other than an innate and biological reality, this has to be true. Even before you ever came out to yourself, you were transgender. Transphobia has dictated every moment of your life. Your idea of what "womanhood" is is not at all the same as a woman's, be it cis or trans. Why? Because a woman does not react to "being a woman" with the dysphoria, dissociation, and profound sense of wrongness that you do. [If you do not experience these things, a cis or trans woman, at the very least, does not identify as a binary trans man.] A woman sincerely identifies as a woman, and identity plays a pivotal role in how we absorb societal messaging.

Let's take homophobia as an example. While any queer person has probably experienced targeted episodes of bigotry, the majority of bigotry we experience must necessarily be broad and social. Boys learn to fear becoming a faggot as a group, but the boy who is a faggot will internalize those messages in a completely different way to the boys who only need learn to assert the heterosexual identity already inherent in them through violence. All of them are suffering to some extent, but their experiences are not at all equivalent. This is despite the fact that they've all absorbed the same message, maybe even at the same moment, through the same events. Still, we don't say that a straight boy knows what it is like to be a gay boy. Similarly, cis women do not know what it is like to be a trans man despite being fed the same transphobic messaging in a superficially identical context. It isn't a stretch to say the same can apply to misogyny.

Because I can't speak for you, I'll use myself as an example for a moment. I'll give my bonafides: I am a gender-nonconforming, T4T queer, white, binary trans man. I am on T, and I have recently come out to my family. I do not pass. My career as a comic writer is tied to my identity as a trans man. I can confidently say I have never been impacted by misogyny the same way as my friends who actually identify as women. This manifested early on as finding it easy to shrug off the messaging that I needed to be X or Y way to be a woman. In fact, most gender roles slid off my back expressly because breaking them gave me euphoria. I was punished in many ways for this, but being this sort of cis woman did help me somewhat. It's easy to be "one of the guys" in a social climbing sense if you really do feel more comfortable as a man. It also helped me disregard misogyny aimed at me or others because it seemed like an shallow form of bigotry. It was something you could shrug off, but it was important for building "unity" among women. I thought this must be the case for all women, that we all viewed misogyny as a sort of "surface level" bigotry. However, for whatever conditional status I gained in this role, there was a clear message that if I did "become" a man, every non-conformist trait about me would just become a grotesque and parodic masculinity.

That was the threat that was crushing me, destroying my identity and self esteem. That was what I knew intimately through systemic, verbal, physical, and sexual abuse. I could express my nonconformity as a cis woman, but if I took it so far as to transition to male? I would be a pathetic traitor, a social outcast. I truly believe that throughout my life people were able to see that I was not just a failed woman, but an emasculated man.

I do partly feel that the sticking point for many is the idea that the sexual abuse suffered by trans men is inherent to womanhood, and therefore inexplicable if trans men are men from birth. While this disregards the long history of sexual abuse of young boys, especially minority boys, I do see the emotional core. I'll offer that the sexual abuse I suffered was intrinsically linked to my emmasculation, my boyishness, despite the fact that I was not out to myself or anyone else. I believe many trans men have suffered being the proxy for cis women's desire for retribution against cis men, or for cis men and women's desire for an eternally nubile young boy. I also believe they have suffered corrective assault that attempts to push them back into womanhood, which in itself is an experience unique to transness rather than actual womanhood.

I'll note quickly that many, many trans men cannot relate to the idea of feeling confident and above it all when it comes to womanhood. Many of you probably tried desperately to conform, working every moment to convince yourself you were a woman and to perfectly inhabit that identity. I definitely experienced this as well (though for me it was specifically attempting to conform to butchness) but I can concede many of you experienced it more than I did. I still believe that this desperate play-acting is also not equivalent to true womanhood. It is a uniquely transgender experience, one that shares much more in common with trans women desperately attempting to conform to manhood than with true womanhood.

One key theme running through the above paragraphs is the idea that "womanhood" is synonymous with "suffering." A trans man must know what it is like to be a woman because he suffers like one. It should be noted that actual womanhood is not a long stretch of suffering. It often involves joy, euphoria, sisterhood, a general love and happiness at being a woman. It wasn't until I admitted to myself I had never been a woman that I was able to see how the women in my life were not women out of obligation, but because they simply were. The idea that you are a woman because you suffer is more alligned with radfem theory than any reality of womanhood.

When I admitted my identity to myself I was truly faced with the ways that my ability to stand up to misogyny did not equate to being anti-misogynist. I was giddy to finally be able to admit to being a man, and suddenly all that messaging that "slid off my back" was a useful tool in my arsenal. Much like cis gay men feel compelled to assert their disgust for vaginas and women after a life of being compelled towards heterosexuality, I felt disgust and aversion to discussions of womanhood as an identity. I didn't even want to engage with female fictional characters. I viewed other people's sincere expressions of their own womanhood as a coded dismissal of my identity. Like many people before and after, I made women into the rhetorical device that had oppressed me. Not patriarchy, not transphobia, but womanhood and women broadly. It wasn't explicit bigotry, but the effects were the same. I had to unlearn this with the help of my bigender partner, who felt unsettled and hurt by the way I could so easily turn "woman" into nothing but a theoretical category which represented my personal suffering.

This brings me to another point: I sometimes receive messages from nonbinary trans mascs telling me that it's absurd to think they don't understand womanhood and identify with misogyny in a deeper way. I would agree that, if you sincerely identify in some capacity as a woman, you are surely impacted by misogyny in a way I am not. However, why are you coming to the defense of binary trans men like me? Less charitably, why are you projecting a female identity on us? Perhaps my experience frustrates you so deeply because we simply do not have the same experience at all. Perhaps we are not all that united by our agab, by our supposed female socialization.

So, no. I do not believe that binary trans men know what it's like to be women. I don't believe we are authorities on womanhood. I do not believe that when a trans woman endeavors to talk about transmisogyny, your counterargument about your own experiences of misogyny is useful. I ESPECIALLY do not believe that it is in any way valid to say that you are less misogynist, less prone to being misogynist, or-- god forbid-- INCAPABLE of misogyny because you were raised as a girl. I also don't believe your misogyny is equivalent to that of a woman's internalized misogyny in form or impact.

For as much as many in this movement downplay privilege as merely "conditional," those conditions do exist. They do place you firmly in the context of the rest of the world. Zoom out and look at the history of oppressed men, and you'll find the same reactionary movement repeated over and over. Attacking the women in your community for not being soft enough, nice enough, patient enough, rather than fighting the powers that be. Why do I believe your identity is more alligned with cis manhood than any form of womanhood? Because this song and dance has been done a hundred times before by men of every stripe. Transphobia is real, and your life experience has been uniquely defined by it since birth. This is a thing to rally around, to fight against, but you all have fallen for a (trans)misogynistic phantasm in your efforts at self-actualization. You are not the first, and you will not be the last. Get out of this pipeline before it's too late.

[summer-in-florence]

Choices

Dungeon Meshi OC: Daylily Mills x Oakwell Ferns (mine) Side characters written all belong to WAREG

When all comes down to it, people have two choices. Yes, or no. Alternatives are foreign concepts made by people with too much pride—sadly myself too have been—and as you repeat enough cycles around the sun, even those with too much hubris will eventually learn that this world is made out of compromise.

Isn't it funny? That I spent years trying to run and still get caught midway? And in the form of someone I don't despise, someone I had buried incomplete hatchets of.

Oak sits in the far corner of my tavern. He's not alone, there's a kobold with him that's probably his guide through the terrain. He's enjoying his meal that Iris made, in his fancy clothes from fancy imported textile, shiny hydrophobic leather boots that's far more useful worn at sea than these caverns. He looks out of place.

The only half-foots around these areas of the dungeon are the scrawny guides and young trafficked lures. While him and his kobold exudes the opposite vibe, him the master and kobold the servant; there aren't many half-foots that are masters in general. Mickbell and Kuro, was it, would fare the same as he does and his companion, but the former two hail to another leader of their own—and are obviously not as lavishly dressed as Oak Fernbys and his roan-coloured companion.

He smiles and waves at me occassionally. I ignore him. I continue to ignore him.

"Hey, Lily? You're going to crack that mug if you keep wiping it like that." Iris' face comes into periphery. She tries to steal the glass from my hands.

"My bad," I say, too strained to sound apologetic. "Raku, take over cleaning these for me."

Thank Raku and their casual obedience, they immediately move back into the counters and do as I wanted them. All while I find something to distract myself, like the cashier, so his piercing eyes won't bother me for the next hour or so. I still have a business to run. I simply can't let the semantics of Oak's presence disturb me.

That, only lasts for ten minutes. Because Raku notices Oak staring at me, and knowing Raku, they won't zip it. "Am I crazy or is that guy staring at you?"

"You know what? I think he does," Iris pitches in. "Lily, you know that guy?"

Headaches, swirling. "Which guy." My eyes haven't left the bag of coins I'm counting.

"Half-foot, actually really tall for a half-foot. As tall as that Mr. Tims guy that you said is running the union. Locs for hair... I think it's tied to the back? Can't see it from here."

"An exotic red-fur kobold with him, though I'm not sure if they're with him or just sitting on the same table."

I sigh. These two... they're allowed to gossip on the job, but I'd prefer them talking discreetly. Is subtlety a rare skill in ogres? Oak is still a half-foot. He's sure to hear them, these two hulking ogres whispering to me over the cashier with their normal inside voice.

"He is. Don't pay him any attention." Iris gets a pinch to her elven ears. "Get back to work, please."

"So you do know him!"

"Excuse me." Oh, just great. I can tell Oak's voice from a mile. Even now without me looking, I know he's approaching the cashier.

Iris receives him, smile in her voice and a sing-song cheer, saying, "yes, how can we help you, Sir?"

"I'll get the bill, but is it possible for my party to rest here for a while? My kobold friend needs to lay down, so I was wondering if there's a room available for the night."

Raku leaves the station, whistling tunes and away from the awkward pause left hanging in the air. I think they're fetching Oak's finished plates from the corner. I didn't ask them to, but it's better than have their nose in the space when I don't need it. I can handle situations by myself. And sometimes, Raku loves butting in.

Iris purses her lips, because she can't give any say about the state of our rooms' availability. Any rooming orders must go through me, the owner. Out from the corner of my eyes I can see her going back and forth from tentatively trying to ask me, to Oak smiling knowingly across the booth, to Oak's kobold partner afar.

Chiquita isn't home, so there's a spare room open for Oak to rest himself. But I don't think that's what he's getting on. I don't think it's all that simple, it's Oak.

I look down. At him. Pissed. "I charge triple for each rooms."

"Lily!" Iris squeaks.

"No problem. But I was hoping that it includes a conversation with the owner." His grin is sly. He may come off unorthodox for a half-foot, but he's still one to his core.

Sly, cunning, cheat.

"You're welcome to wait until after hours," then, I tug on Iris' apron, defeatedly. "Iris, can you help me show the hound his lodging?"

Gold coins jingle on the counter. He spends it as easily as kicking rocks. If my senses ever deceives me, his own behaviour is unmistakable. And when he touches my hand in between, he knows that I understand what his arrival means.

-

Team meeting. Iris, Raku, and Rufus who had just returned from delivering to the orcs, huddling together in the pantry because I said so. Their larger bodies cover the threshold so that no sound may leave the tight space. It’s convenient, but it also means that I only have several minutes to explain the situation before suffocating from the lack of air. “I do not want any misunderstanding while that guy is here, okay?”

Raku bumps their head on the ceiling, groaning.

“Who are we talking about?”

Rufus groans too. The back of his head slapped by Raku and their giant palms. They murmur, “the guy in red, bro! Get on with it!”

“Shit, I just got back! You don’t have to hit me like that!”

Iris pinches both of the boys’ tummies. “Pipe down, you two! Let Lily speak!”

“Thank you.” Now that the two have settled down, I clear my throat. On normal days, I wouldn’t have ever told them, but his appearance in this island itself is abnormal to its extent, let alone here out of all places. I begin, “that man in red there, his name is Oakwell Ferns. You three should refer to him as Ferns—by half-foot honorific custom. Even if I call him Oak, you three are not privy to calling him Oak, okay?”

Rufus tilts his head. “And that means what, exactly?”

“He’s, um,” how do I even say this. How do I even say this without freaking them out, exactly. I raise up a finger, square to the front of my lips, as my other hand waves to get the three’s attention. “Oak is my… fiancé.”

The next minute is spent with falling boxes and dustbunnies flying up the air. Because of course, these three of my friends are not to be trusted with such information without coughing up a storm. They bump and hit each other whilst their heads struggle to stay inside the small storage. And then they hack their lungs out from inhaling cobwebs, and need to take a small water break before I continue.

“If you three are done, yes he is my fiancé. I’m trying to tell you the whole story here.”

Iris protests, “but! But I thought we’re sharing crushes on Kabru!”

Rufus chokes.

“I’m sorry?” 

Before I know it, I’m already blushing. The warmth seeps upon my face and making this tight space a little more airless. “It’s… the same situation. I need refreshments too, you know? Same reason why I collect Himmel’s pictures from Chiquita.” 

“But you sound so serious about him…”

I mean I guess I understand why Iris would be upset about it. Rolling the words on my tongue a little bit, it does sound like this whole bond we have from admiring the same man was made up, like it was a lie I forged just to get closer to her, as sisters. Regrettably, I should have told her about this sooner.

I take her soft, manicured hands, caressing the knuckles in reassurance. “Trust me, I would be serious about him if I’m not haunted by this Oak situation. Just as you would.”

“Yeah, you’re right, Lily. I trust you.”

“Am I the only one that’s losing the plot here?” Followed by a grunt; Raku elbows him by the gut.

I clear my throat again. “Anyways. Oak and I got engaged by our parents back in Kahka Brud, right before I ran away to this island. You guys know the story. I tried to become a singer here, then failed, then found the dungeon and here I am.” It’s hard to not shrug telling a story like this. I always prefer to keep private lives private, as it would burden people with the knowledge. “But I was only able to run away because I made a deal with Oakwell Ferns, my fiancé.”

Their first noise from the minute is all but a sympathetic croon. Raku mumbles, “yikes, Lils.”

“Yeah, yikes. You see, Oak is a shipman, so he’s rarely on-land anyway.” Details like how a half-foot like him was even able to become a shipman is best left behind for their own thoughts—in all honesty, I do have every sense of respect and awe for that fact about him itself. I sit criss-cross atop of a crate. “So I told him if he lets me leave, I’ll go back to him when the time is right.”

The realisation dawns on the three. First excited, now staring at me with giant watery eyes like kicked-up puppies on the side of the road. Their sunken faces make me feel just as terrible as the reality is.

I know the things they might be thinking. That I’ve given them a home. That I’ve given them a purpose. A place to stay. Things to do. An atonement for their past. ‘What about Chiquita? She’s not here to hear the news’ they might throw at me, and they would be correct. ‘You’re just going to leave this life behind?’

I’m fairly mature now for a half-foot. I grew up exponentially faster than Raku, Iris, and Rufus had, because not only that I, by age, are several years older than them, I was also groomed into surviving for myself.

I know, very intimately, that when all comes down to it, life only gives you choices spanning around yeses and nos. And they might not be able to savour either sensibilities yet, but they will come to learn. Myself, in particular, I’m just happy to have spent time with them. It’s a comfort that I want them to understand too.

But perhaps not now. Not yet. Chiquita isn’t home and she should be when it comes.

Reaching up, I try to pat their giant heads. “This isn’t the ‘right time’, if that’s what you guys are worried about. He’s just here to remind me. Oak is still going to be really busy, honestly. There’s no shortage of merchants to assist with exporting goods across the ocean any time soon.”

“Lily!”

Three messes of hair assault me in an instant. I don’t know how they did it, but somehow they all managed to hug me. Folding limbs and bruising sides just to nuzzle on this short half-foot sitting on a low stack of crates on the floor.

“Ah! Please! That’s why, I want you guys to let me handle things with him! Ah, get off!”

-

It’s not strange for me to bring him a pint of beer—in the standard half-foot serving, but big enough to make a lightweight go tipsy. This brings back memories, sort of. I used to serve him his drinks too back then, when I was younger.

What is definitely strange about this is the backdrop of it all. Kahka Brud is a relatively big place, with its townscape bright and illuminated by the reflections of its coastal perimeter. Back then, there would be stars when I brought him his liquor, and on the bottom of our sandals would be reminiscent with sands from a long day by the sea. Dry sandy hair wafting on the warm pelagic breeze.

This tavern is nothing like that.

Dark, and cold, mouldy by the corners. There isn’t any light here if not for Iris’ spells. When I first got this quarter, I was making do with makeshift candelabras from pieces of metal ingots dropped by passing miner dwarfs. It’s quiet here, and there isn’t a sense of safety like being on the surface gives you. It’s quiet, and there are monsters lurking somewhere.

The fact that I still get into this routine with him even now is tugging on my heartstrings. Unnecessary sentiments.

“So, is that a new partner?”

Oak laughs. “Who? Alpine? No, he’s a friend I met from the west. He said he’s willing to be my guide here, so we came together.”

“Hmm. Figures.” I try to drown myself in the beer—impossible, because he knows that I’m just as a heavy drinker as he is. All these possible solutions and not enough doors.

He gulps his own pint as well. From the eavesdroppers’, it’d look like we’re sharing a moment. However I can’t even ascertain what it is that we share in common nowadays. I haven’t seen him for so long, and he’s still carrying the load of that silly little lie I told him years ago, while I’ve looked forward too far to be told that I haven’t moved on.

Have I? I would be lying if I stopped expecting it. Somewhere along the way I dug up holes to leave old possessions behind, but his hand stuck out from the uneven mud. I just tried to forget it, but never fully ready to bury it down.

Oak shuffles in his seat, reclining just a little deeper for him to get comfier. It’s a trait I still recognise from him; all that height gave him a bad back. He breathes better as he’s settled. “What? You know I don’t like breaking promises.”

And I do? I can only glance at him for that comment. “I never asked you to hold it this long. You’re free to do whatever, honestly.”

“Well, I want to. I still kept your mother’s heirloom ring. That’s how I tracked you, by the way, thanks to my friend Alpine upstairs.” Another swing on the beer. He nearly finished the whole glass. His voice drops, saying, “just ‘whatever’ isn’t going to work on me, Daylily.”

“Oh, please. You’re saying like there aren’t any other youth out there. I know what mariners are known for, hello, my useless father was one.”

I roll my eyes at him, then clink my glass with his. Really, he makes me nervous when he gets serious, so I try to lighten the mood. It really was meant to be a sombre joke. Oak, however, isn’t having it.

He frowns, only for a split second, just to reprimand me to not drive the conversation that way. Then he starts again, “nice place you have here. I thought you wanted to be in a troupe?”

“C’est la vie,” I shrug. “That plan backfired so I tried building a career from odd jobs. The dungeon in this floor is pretty docile, so I tried doing what I could. Half-foot girls are better appreciated as beer maids than performers.”

“What’s so different from Kahka Brud then?” Or in other words, ‘you can just do this at home if this is what you end up being.’ Which is logical. Oak is always logical.

I pull my legs up and hug them, curling into a ball. A ball of a not-quite-drunk halfling girl, desperately trying to appeal to someone who wouldn’t get it.

“Difference is I get to make my own choices here.”

My own place, my own path. My own chosen people. My own family.

Is it so bad for one to want freedom like that? I want to tell him, ‘you live in the sea, you can’t even begin to fathom how life is like on land.’ Society and all of its unwritten rules, aren’t we all just running from it? Him, to the oceans, and me, underground. We both chose things we wanted.

“You’ll make more doing this in Kahka Brud.”

Then the tears just… run. Bursting out of its seams. I can’t stop it. I reach across the table and grab him by his fancy woollen shirt, water dripping into its fabric, drawing dark patches of me on his stomach. “I don’t care about money! I have people to shelter now, okay? I have sisters, and siblings, and there are people that depend on this place to continue their journey and that’s all I want! It’s something that I want!

“If, if you’re going to berate me, on how I’m an avoidant liar, fine,” my sobs overtake the air. “But don’t compare this place to Kahka Brud. There was a reason I ran away, Oakwell, I’m trying to run away. Why do you keep catching up? Why does this stupid ‘Kahka Brud‘ keep catching up?”

Oakwell lets me soak his shirt, pulling me into his lap while I ride the waves of grief that materialises in the form of his face. He pats my back, not unlike how a big brother would console his baby sister. It’s comforting. I’ve grown too used to being the responsible one here that such simple solace makes me yield.

See, I never hated him. I have never in my life resented Oakwell Ferns. Through the matchmaking, through the engagement, he’s simply just a victim of the same circumstance. One that because of chances, got off more easily than I did. We had a bond to share because of that.

It was always more to our parents. Oakwell was never home, so I had to deal with this soon-to-be joint family’s wiles more than he did. They were the ones who decided everything, blindsiding the both of us with news too big to process for two youth that just started having a life.

I called him unfair for making me the punching bag of this relationship, and he said I could ask him anything to make us even.

“Still calling off the thing?” Oak cackles to the state that I am now. Foetal on his lap, drenching his clothes into one giant puddle. I hit him weakly.

“It’s never off,” I sob, sitting up to gaze at the man. “I just don’t want to settle down with what I don’t like.”

He wipes my face with his thumb, and I instinctively lean into it. “Something tells me you don’t like me enough yet. Who is this ‘Kabru’ guy I heard?”

Wonder is, laughing is easy now. I tell him, “nobody. Your competition is not him.” Gesturing to the supposedly empty tavern, I know the lot are listening in to our conversation. “It’s actually those guys.”

-

“Say bye to Mr. Ferns, guys.” I wave at him, and the gesture is followed by Chiquita who stands next to me—she just got home, so she’s plenty confused. Iris offers the leaving men her eastern sensibilities, and the two others just stand to accompany me.

Oak shouts, “I’ll visit again next year!”

“Please don’t!” And the both of us laugh.

The tavern is closed for the day because I can’t handle it, outbursts like yesterday demands from me a proper sleep before I can continue running this whole thing.

Once we’re back inside, it’s Rufus’ turn to talk. “You’re engaged engaged to him, huh, boss.”

“Huh? So why aren’t you married, Lily?” Chiquita yelps.

I tell her, “just made a choice. That’s all.”

[mintmoth]

"Its a little strange, being all dressed up like this. I guess it's a little fun."

Okay so I went really ham and made an SR Fairy Gala event Ambrosia- as well as a short accompanying story that's basically the jist of what their vignette would be LMAO (under the readmore below)

I really did not mean to accidentally dedicate my day to this but hey, at least I had fun

It had been only minutes and here Leona was cursing again. The preparations for "Operation Steal The Show" had been going.. ah. Well they were going. It was all Ambrosia could do to not laugh as the oversized lion was scolded yet again. They knew Leona would come through at the last minute, he was competent enough to be a good choice for this, but until then it was rather silly seeing him and Vil at each other's throats.

"Ambrosia!" They were torn away from their thoughts as Kalim called out to them, his voice accompanied by the sound of his heels clacking their way closer as he trot happily over. "Are you gonna be with us for the evening? We're getting a lot better!"

Ambrosia gave him a small smile. "I think you two were plenty alright to begin with, but what do I know. I'm not a dancer.

A soft gasp of surprise left the taller boy. "Like not at all? Or are you being modest?" Ambrosia gave a shake of their head in response. "I could have sworn you danced. Huh." A brief pause of silence fell between them, the gap filled by the softly echoing argument between Leona and Vil alongside the occassional clack from Jamil's own heels as he diligently practiced his section of the routine. "Well I can teach you then!"

"Wait what." Ambrosia barely had time to express confusion before Kalim was taking one of their hands within his own, that bright laugh of his ringing out as he gently pulled them back to where he and Jamil were practicing. "Hey no- Wait you're busy right now you don't have time to teach-"

"Well we can still have some fun!" Kalim abruptly swept his friend into his arms. "I'm not a good teacher like Jamil, but you can just follow me! It's not hard!" Without waiting for an answer he began moving, keeping Ambrosia's hand clasped within his own as his other wrapped around their waist.

With a small cry of surprise Ambrosia did their best to keep up with the haphazard waltz- well if you could really call it that. It was obvious that Kalim was accustomed to dancing, his comfortable gait only slowed down by Ambrosia's own confusion as they attempted to keep up with him. "Shit- I almost stepped on your foot."

Again Kalim laughed loudly and happily, taking no upset in their missteps. "But it's fun, right? It doesn't matter if we mess up, as long as we're having fun together!"

"Yeah but try telling that to Vi- AAAAAAA!" Ambrosia was cut off in their disgruntled mumbling as Kalim moved his hands mid stride to seize their waist, lifting them up off their feet. They quickly wrapped their arms around his neck for stability, clinging to Kalim as he spun them around with a wide grin.

"Kalim can you stop fooling around?" The two came to a stop as Jamil's voice called out to them. He strode closer, brows furrowed with clear annoyance as Kalim gave a nervous giggle, Ambrosia still clutched tight in his arms.

"It was just a small break! Ambrosia's never danced!"

"Hey I never said that!"

Jamil gave a sigh, the dangling elements of his hairpiece fluttering softly as he tilted his head to pinch the bridge of his nose. "That doesn't mean now is the time for this. You know you still keep making missteps with your routine."

Kalim's smile refused to falter as he finally set Ambrosia back upon the ground. "Then you can teach them while I practice!" Both Ambrosia and Jamil's eyes widened, protests leaving the two of them in a mismatched jumble of words. However, it seemed as if Kalim was hearing none of it, quickly pushing Ambrosia in Jamil's direction. "You said it yourself! I need to practice more, and I know you're a much better teacher then I am anyways. Ambrosia was tripping all over themself while we were dancing. You'll get them on both feet in no time!"

Jamil crossed his arms across his chest, mouth pulled into a thin line. "I have my own things to work on. Ambrosia doesn't have a deadline to meet in regards to dancing." His eyes closed, expression softening gently. "Besides, you can't expect me to make them competent within one afternoon."

"Oh? So you aren't as skilled as Kalim says?" Ambrosia couldn't help themself, a smirk etching its way across their face as they gave Jamil their full attention. It was a little mean, trying to annoy him like this, but Ambrosia enjoyed the more biting banter the two of them had begun to share.

A glare was cast their way. "Don't try to prod me into abandoning my own practice."

Ambrosia gave a small shrug. "I'm simply implying that if you really were such a great teacher, then a little time from your day wouldn't do much to hinder you." Truthfully they didn't care much either way, but as Kalim swung around behind Jamil to give him a gentle push their way, Ambrosia was back to smiling softly, aloof facade broken.

An annoyed growl left Jamil as he began to cave into the whims of the more impulsive two. "Ten minutes." He sighed despite a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "That's all you get."

He stepped into place where Kalim had left off, one hand wrapping around Ambrosia's as the other snaked around their waist. Admittedly, Ambrosia hadn't expected him to cave so easily, but supposed it wouldn't be worth expressing their surprise. Instead they flashed him a small grin, "I wouldn't dare ask for more."

Unexpected still, the tiniest scoffing laugh left Jamil. "Don't be-"

"What on EARTH are you two doing?!"

Aw shit Vil had caught them.

The misbehaving trio immediately turned their attention to their angry peer. "You don't have TIME for this NONSENSE!" Vil was marching over with his typical practiced stride, the only thing giving away his annoyance being his scowl and the clenched fists down by his sides. "And here I was thinking that Leona was the only layabout that I'd have to scold today."

The three were frozen for a moment more before they quickly scrambled away from each other, Ambrosia standing in front of the other two with their hands up defensively. "Sorry- Vil, it was my fault, I interrupted them and things got out of hand."

Vil stopped in front of them, glaring down his nose before softening his glower. "I don't care who did what. You all know we're on a schedule. I'm disappointed in all three of you."

Yeowch. The comment was only made worse as a loud laugh rang out from Leona. Ambrosia made a mental note to get him back later.

Vil straightened himself out once more, resuming his more typical poise with a deep breath. "You two. You're doing laps again." There was a symphony of whines and annoyed sighs as Kalim and Jamil resigned themselves to their punishment. Ambrosia turned to give them an apologetic look as they began to walk off to wander the grounds yet again. Kalim flashed a reassuring smile, while Jamil all but rolled his eyes, his annoyed look settling upon Kalim instead. "And you," Ambrosia snapped their attention back to Vil, looking up at him with worry, "You're going to be joining Leona."

Ambrosia balked. "What? Wait I'm not doing anything outside of-"

"You're still dressing up and walking inside the gala, correct? It would be a shame if your sloppy demeanor were to give the entire team away." A wicked grin was spreading across Vil's features. "I think we should prepare just in case."

It was useless to argue, Ambrosia knew this well by now. "Fine! Fine. I guess there's worse things you could ask of me."

As they started to stomp over to accompany Leona in his balancing act Vil began to walk off to procure another vase for his newly appointed punishment. "As long as you're well aware of that."

Leona smirked as Ambrosia got closer. "Ready to get yourself sopping wet, herbivore?"

They rolled their eyes dramatically, earning the smallest of laughs from him. "You just want me to match you, don't even lie."

He scoffed now, rolling his shoulders in a slow stretch. "Match me? You'll be making me look leagues better."

Ambrosia was next to him now, giving the lion a playful shove. "That so? You'd better bring your A game when Vil gets us started then."

"Nah. I think I'll have you beat with my D game. I saw your lousy excuse for dancing with Kalim over there."

BRUTAL. "HEY, I'd like to see your dancing then. I doubt it's anything that would impress me."

"Impress you?" Leona huffed before grabbing their wrist, pulling them close as if he intended to sweep them off their feet this very moment. "I could give you a little twirl right now and have your jaw on the floor."

Ambrosia met his smirk with their own. "Is that so? Then by all means-"

"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU TWO DOING?"

Ah. Whoops. It looked as if Vil's wrath was far from over.

[interstellarflare]

For the World We’re Gonna Make || Silco (Arcane)

-PREVIEW-

Warnings: Mature content, violence, blood and gore.

Summary: After being falsley accused of murdering one of the council members, you flee to Zaun to escape the Enforcers who want you dead. A reward for your head has been offered to anyone daring enough to try and bring you in, an offer which eventually leads you to be placed under the protection of Silco, the head of the Under-City. However, after learning your innocece and discovering your dangerous potential, Silco finds a better use for you on his personal council.

Authors Note: Merry Christmas, you filthy animals 🤣 Here’s a little christmas present for you all. I hope to god Jason Spisak never sees this series. There is a taglist open! Simply reply in the comments if you want to be tagged in the first and furture parts. Gif by @luxxfoxx​​

You could see from the corner of your eye that Silco did not appreciate the way Finn practically oggled your form.

His eye narrowed into a dangerous glare, twitching occassionally as Finn’s hand caressed the exposed skin of your thigh through the slit of your dress. His chest rose and fell deeply as he seethed silently from the couch, tapping his cigar rythmically against the wooden lining. You could see that Silco was using all his resolve to stay focused, and continue on with the facade. He was so close to getting all of the Chamberon’s cooperation, one slip up now would mean that he loses all their votes for peace with Piltover.

So, for now, you let Finn stare. You let him caress your thigh as he practically drooled over your delicate skin. You smirked, lifting your exposed leg slightly to make yourself more comfortable. “So, do we have your vote?” You asked slyly, staring down at the man before you with an innocent smile. With a clench of his golden jaw, Finn chuckled darkly. “You can have whatever you want from me...” He drawled slowly, examining every inch of your leg greedily “as long as I get to see you like this more often.”

The growl that Silco emitted from the other side of the room was loud enough to make your gaze snap towards him, your eyes widening in bewilderment. Finn grinned victoriously, finally placing his hand on your thigh as he turned to look over his shoulder. “I didn’t think you were the possessive type…” He spoke lowly, his hand travelling further and further, till his fingers grazed the skin above your thigh. You shivered, an immense feeling of disgust forming in your stomach. You closed your eyes, swallowing the bile in your throat to prevent yourself from throwing up.

You heard the rustling of clothes from the other side of the room, causing you to open your eyes briefly and watch as Silco slowly sauntered over from the couch to your side. Though he appeared calm and reserved, you knew him better. His shoulders were tense, his chest rising and falling deeper than before. His left hand, the one closest to you, was balled into a tight fist. Without warning, Silco lurched forward, tossing his cigar onto the ground as he wrapped his hands around Finn’s neck. Hauling his sorry ass from the chair, Silco dragged Finn across the room, and shoved him into the wall, relentlessly landing punch after punch into Finn’s abdomen.

You weren’t going to stop him, that sick feeling I. Your stomach grew the more you thought about Finn’s hands on your form. The sound of crunching bone and the splatter of blood on the hardwood floor caused your already uneasy stomach to churn. You shouldn’t have looked, that way, you wouldn’t have seen Finn’s unconscious and broken body lying face down. Unmoving. Barely breathing.

You watched on in stunned silence as Silco released a long sigh, his shoulders slumping as his enitre form relaxed. He turned to face you, his expression dark as he casually wiped his bloody hands onto his waistcoat. You couldn’t move as the man before you stalked forward, your heart skipping a beat as he forcefully parted your legs and moved to stand in-between them. He hooked his index finger under your chin, forcing you to look up into his now lustful gaze. He peered down at you with a dangerous smirk, gently ghosting the skin of your chin with his thumb. “You did well...” He spoke lowly, his eyes skimming over your face and taking in every detail, your dimples, the helplessness in your eyes. Without warning, Silco jerked your head upward, causing a small pained whimper to leave your lips as his head dipped towards your ear.

You shivered, goosebumps running down your form as you could practically feel Silco smirk against your skin. He chuckled evilly, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear as he growled “...but from now on, I am the only one permitted to touch you like that. Do you understand?”

All you could do was whimper a pathetic sigh as Silco parted your legs further, his other hand harshly gripping your thigh. Seemingly pleased with your reaction, he moved his hand further up your thigh, slipping under the fabric of your dress, the sensation causing you to gasp loudly.

“Do you understand?” Silco growled darkly, his grip on your chin tightening. Nodding as much as you could, you felt your core tighten, just from the thought of his hand reaching your-

“Yes, I-I understand”.

[melanielocke]

Alastember - day 4 - romance

Okay, I've never written anything explicit before. And for the romance challenge I thought why not give it a try. It's been a very awkward process and I honestly don't think it's very good for a sex scene. Keep in mind that I am a virgin whose main knowledge about sex comes from med school and reading the occassional explicit fanfic. Still, I decided to post this, possibly against my better judgement.

Cw: explicit sex (or rather, as explicit as I can bring myself to write it) @alastair-appreciation-month

Alastair was at home alone. His mother had taken Rostam to the institute and would be there all day, Risa had gone with them. Cordelia was spending the day with Lucie. It had been a while since he’d been all alone, and even longer since he’d known in advance. And so he’d sent a message to Thomas.

A knock on the door, and Alastair ran to open it. It was Thomas, dressed in a heavy Inverness coat. Like all his fool friends, he still had not figured out he was supposed to be wearing a hat. Sometimes he wondered if the Merry Thieves had been raised in a barn, but today he would forgive Thomas for the lack of sense.

‘I got your note,’ Thomas said.

‘Come in,’ Alastair said. ‘Would you like something to drink?’

‘Uh, sure. You don’t happen to have any tea?’

Tea took time to make, but impatient as he was, Alastair could take a few short cuts. He put water in a kettle and turned the stove on while looking for tea bags he’d recently bought. A mundane businessman had started selling his dried tea leaves in these little bags and it turned out you could just pour hot water over the bag rather than open them and it would turn out fine. It wasn’t the best He poured two cups of tea and returned to the living room.

‘I don’t have any scones, but I do have left over walnut cookies Risa made,’ Alastair said.

‘You should bring these to my house sometimes,’ Thomas said with his mouth full. ‘They’re much better than scones and I think my father in particular would appreciate them.’

Alastair laughed. Thomas had told him the story of how his parents had fallen in love, how Gideon had requested Sophie make him scones so he could see her while not eating the scones since he didn’t like them. Apparently Sophie made him scones every year on their anniversary. While Thomas had been awkward and rather clumsy during their courtship, it was all very innocent compared to his father.

They had been together for a couple of months now, and while they’d shared a bed and spent lots of time cuddling and kissing in there, they had not yet slept together, and the longer they were together, the more Alastair began to long for it. It had been nice, taking it slow, so different from Charles who primarily wanted to have sex with him. Thomas had been more affectionate than Alastair could have imagined. But right now, he wanted to see how far Thomas was willing to take things with him. He’d considered Thomas might not be ready, and he would respect that. He also suspected Thomas would find it scary to initiate anything sexual, so Alastair would have to.

‘Do you want to come upstairs?’ Alastair asked. ‘No one will be home all day.’

Thomas followed him to the second floor and into Alastair’s bedroom, and Alastair started kissing him the moment he’d close the door. It was difficult, he had to stand on his toes to even reach Thomas, but that problem was solved once they reached the bed and fell down on it together. Thomas buried his fingers in Alastair’s hair and started kissing him along his neck. Alastair let out a soft moan as he did, he'd always liked it when Thomas kissed him there.

‘Would it be okay with you if we took off some clothes?’ Alastair asked.

Thomas complied immediately, shrugging off his jacket and taking off his waistcoat, and Alastair did the same.

‘Shirt too?’ Thomas asked.

‘I’d like that.’

Thomas took off his own shirt, and then started on the buttons of Alastair’s shirt. It took a long time, and Thomas was very careful trying not to rip the buttons. While Alastair was getting a little impatient, he also liked the attention Thomas was giving him, the way his fingers ran over his chest as he undid the last couple of buttons. Alastair took the shirt off and threw it over his chair. Then he looked at Thomas, put his hands on his shoulders, tracing his muscles and the runes on them.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ Alastair murmured.

‘So are you,’ Thomas said, kissing his neck again. ‘You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.’

Alastair ran his hands over Thomas’ back, felt the tension in the muscles, the only thing that kept Thomas from crushing him. Alastair wasn’t so sure he’d mind. He’d always liked the idea of being underneath a much stronger man.

‘Would you be comfortable,’ Alastair asked after a while. ‘With taking off everything?’

Thomas turned bright red, and then got up on his feet to take off his trousers and then his underwear, and for a moment Alastair could do nothing but stare. It seemed like every part of Thomas was rather big. He really shouldn’t be surprised, and yet… He took off his own trousers too and fell back onto the bed, urging Thomas to come closer to him.

This was exactly what Alastair wanted, to feel Thomas’ naked skin against his. He felt hot all over, his muscles hard and tense. He felt Thomas rub against him and Alastair did the best he could to move upwards to meet him. Until suddenly he stopped.

‘What’s wrong?’ Alastair asked.

‘Nothing’s wrong, it’s just… I have no idea what I’m doing. I want to make you feel good, but I have no idea how.’

Alastair pushed himself into a sitting position and looked Thomas in the eye. ‘You’ve never done this before?’

‘Wait, you thought I had?’

‘I don’t know. Most men like us have visited the baths at some point in their life.’

‘The… what?’

Alastair smiled, kissing Thomas on the lips. ‘You’re so innocent. Did you truly not know about the baths?’

‘No.’

‘It’s where men like us come to seek out potential sexual partners,’ Alastair said. ‘You’re unlikely to find long term partners there since it’s all very anonymous, and I haven’t been there often. I figured you would have gone there.’

He’d only gone a couple of times after leaving Charles, hoping sleeping with a man he’d never met and whose name he hadn’t learnt would help him put Thomas and Charles out of his head. It hadn’t worked. Worse, one of the men he’d slept with had turned out to be the milkman from their neighborhood. That had been an awkward confrontation.

‘No. I didn’t know it was an option. Nor would I have liked it much, to be honest. The only person I’ve ever wanted to do this to is you. I just wish I knew what to do.’

‘I can explain it to you, I guess,’ Alastair said. ‘I’ll just talk you through it. You’ll know when you’re doing it right.’  

Alastair opened the drawer of his nightstand and took out a bottle of oil. Thomas stared at him, and Alastair wondered what was going on in his head. Did he have any clue what the oil was used for?

‘You’ll need this to prepare me,’ Alastair said. ‘Otherwise it’s going to hurt a lot.’

‘Of course. I wouldn’t want to hurt you. Umm, what do I have to prepare, exactly?’

Alastair laughed as he explained the process of it, and watched Thomas turn redder and redder until he’d understood the message and got to work, stretching Alastair out and applying the oil.

‘Is this good?’

‘It should be enough,’ Alastair said. ‘You know what to do now, don’t you?’

Thomas nodded and Alastair gasped as Thomas pushed inside. Thomas gave him some time to adjust to the sensation. He was quite big indeed.

‘Ready?’

Alastair only managed to nod and then Thomas started moving, pressing Alastair down onto the bed as he did, and it was like nothing Alastair had ever experienced. Thomas was a little clumsy in his rhythm, sure, it was his first time and he’d only just learnt how this was supposed to be done. Alastair was impressed he could already make him feel so good. He dug his fingernails into Thomas’ back, tried to rise up to meet him, but Thomas’ weight was enough to keep him pinned underneath. It made him feel nearly as good as Thomas’ movements themselves.

Thomas didn’t last as long as Alastair would have liked, but that was okay, that would come with more practice. Thomas pulled out and lay down next to Alastair, taking him into his hand. He let out a surprised gasp as Thomas started stroking him until Alastair came too. They lay there for a little while, and when Alastair felt he’d regained the strenght he pushed himself upwards, searching his night stand for some tissues to clean up. Alastair never liked leaving things messy.

When he felt he had sufficiently cleaned, he got back in bed next to Thomas, and Thomas pulled him into an embrace. No one else had done that for him before, not Charles, who’d urged him to leave as soon as he was finished and cleaned up, nor any of the men he’d slept with at the baths, who’d only really been interested in sex anyway. He let Thomas hold him.

‘Was that any good?’ Thomas asked softly.

‘It was amazing. You’re amazing. Let’s do this again sometime.’

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[incoherentbabblings]

Do you think Tim belittled Stephanie's capabilities as a vigilante (both at the start and later down the road) too much or is it over-exagerrated?

I don't think it's over-exagerrated, no, and I don't think he's unjustified either, not totally.

I think that his complaints in the Dixon era are deliberately shallow. Tim never actually... does anything to discourage her, aside from the occassional chide, and he's shown actively teaching her a bunch.

I think the intention was to play into the idea that Tim really enjoys her company but is also fully aware he shouldn't be and if she does quit he won't have a reason to see her anymore. It's why the name reveal matters so much to him - after it Steph is the only one for a long while who understands every facet of his life and why he's so reliant on her (and also when his complaints for her competency stop until her death).

Steph also knows this, so a lot of why she dresses up post her first appearance is simply to ensure she can still see Robin, rather than any 'serious' reason; the protecting of the suburbs comes a little later after the quake.

So it's a combo of Bruce not wanting her out and about which...

Side note: Bruce was pathetic and passive aggressive in attempting to make her stop, using Tim and Cass to try and isolate and cut her off. He failed obviously, because by that point, Steph wasn't making distinctions between Robin and Tim so for Bruce to say 'yeah Tim and Steph are fine but Robin and Spoiler is not' was not... feasible for either of them and just shows how little he understood Tim at the time. Not to mention Steph was Cass' only friend and again, shows how little he was willing to understand that Cass was a young girl who needed a life outside of the suit. So getting children to try and isolate and cut off contact with another child before deciding to just humiliate her when it inevitably failed... Anyway Bruce sucks more news at 11.

Back on track. Tim is just being a worrywart, she's shown to be perfectly fine at many points, but needs proper dedicated training. No-one gives her it for an extended period of time because no-one believes she's worth the effort. Steph won't stop however - cue 2004 shenanigans.

I genuinely don't mind Tim's complaints during the 90s - it's not like he has no reason to worry, but if Bruce had really wanted her to stop, he wouldn't have yanked her chain around so much. And Tim at this time does defer to Bruce in quite a lot, but he is shown to be deliberately disobeying him when it comes to Steph, so he can't agree with Bruce all the time - especially before the name reveal.

So, during this time, I would say: Tim values Steph's company more than any perceived threats to her safety.

What does that say about Tim? Shrug.

So for the most part, if Steph is being left to do her own thing, and Tim and later Cass are around... how bad can she be?

The post-back from the dead stuff... Hmm. It's definitely not over-exaggerated by fandom there, Tim is near constantly on her case there once Dixon is booted off again. Where before Tim's concerns about safety were supplanted for the want of her company, here it's flipped. Now Steph's safety - and indeed, the people she accidentally tugs into the firing line in the process - is the priority.

I hate it, because it's one thing for Tim to think she's a risk and dangerous etc., sure - I think he's totally justified in feeling that way (she was tortured and 'died' after a botched attempt at helping certainly) and he's arguably at his most traumatised here and is beginning to emotionally shut down - but it's another thing for Steph to actually be as stunningly incompetent as she was in FabNic's Robin run. The epitome of thanks i hate it really. Like as a reader I'm like :| but from Tim's pov he's... well he's not justified in how he says it but I can't get too mad at what he says. And it does lend neatly into the arc for Batgirl. But I hate it simultaneously. I try and justify it to myself by taking Babs' assumption that Steph does indeed have a death wish at this time, but eh. It's not enough.

The eternal struggle of acknowledging in universe Tim was justified for not trusting to Steph whilst as a reader looking at it and going 'wait no this is sexist bullshit'.

Hmm.

Anyway. Fun flip that isn't it? It's a good example of Tim's character development if anything, showing what he values at different points in his life.

[spikebhm]

content creators are cringe and toxic for the community it puts all the power in the hands of normative beauty standards — the cabal of fats and their so called admirers are just milking a cash cow (pun intended)

you don’t see ffas following random guys giving them attention you only see “content creators” getting attention.

Piss off Bub.

That's a ... a whole lot to take in there! Besides seeping in pure insecurity I can tell that you think that anyone is entitled to someone else's time just because "they exist" is just wrong, like ffa's only paying attention to "content creators".

I can't even begin to understand what "cringe and toxic" means in context of content creators? Cringe? Debatable, it's totally ok not to be able to agree with someone but cringe is just such a bad word to generalize an immensely large group of people who find joy and success in sharing what they have with a community that they've worked on.

And how are they toxic?! There is certainly drama that occassionally happens between people, for sure but the community as a whole? There is nothing going around right now and if yes, it's always just between a couple of parties over some personal and petty shit. I don't see how content creators are toxic in the slightest.

Also how do you even put "normative beauty standards" and "fat" in one sentence and not just combusted on the spot? There are hundreds of content creators, SUPER successfull ones that have either limited depiction or none at all of their face, if that is what you mean by that? Because listen, here is a little hint and it might hurt, but even special snowflakes like you might understand that:

Beauty. is. subjective.

That's it! It's not really hard. A little something on this subjectivity:

Out of a 100 people who are into feedism, maybe 10 of those are into big men and only 3 of those like the content where a guy is not showing his face because they enjoy the fantasy to be able to project themselves into that scenario and that is FINE and LEGIT (that's how a lot of porn works, look up POV) and this person with his three new fans has to work hard to keep those three people!

And it's not just random, he puts effort into it! It starts with good angles, engagement with the community and just not being a whiney shit that only men are following you (little 'jab' at a certain content creator who deactivated his account not too long ago, pardon me~ ).

Whoever decides to follow and support someone, they do it because they are consenting adults! They say "it's worth my time and money to support this person in their endeveaors!" and that's fine, valid and totally ok!

I don't care what you call the people who admire others, be it a cabal, the cow milkers, whatever it is. I can clearly tell that you have no interest in supporting someone, you are just out there to get the free stuff and despise others who have success with it, the envy is palpable and frankly you need to grow up.

"you don’t see ffas following random guys giving them attention you only see “content creators” getting attention." Also what a bold statement. Sounds to me like you are a "random guy" who never got attention. Please excuse these poor women that they only see quality if it's actually posted in a nice and inviting way, the tragedy those poor random guys have to endure!

Have you seen the pictures that cis men actually post of themselves? They look like faceless mug shots in badly lit and dirty bathrooms! Eww! Here is a generalization for you!

I honestly wonder what it would feel like if you gave a little bit effort in your profile, a little bit more effort in posting pics, ideas, fantasies, engagement. Maybe try yourself at not talking about fetishes. Maybe compliment someone on their dress. Make up perhaps? There is lots to a person besides just their fetish.

The best conversations and friends you can make is through some really nice interactions and chats. Do you believe me when I say that I have a DM box FULL of FFAs who stayed around for the talk and not just the face and belly? I know it sounds crazy but believe me, when you put yourself out there as a PERSON, they will stay connected for sure.

All these problems could be solved if you were to give it a little bit more effort. This is not a "them" problem.

It's about you. When you start this change, you can become someone better, someone desirable.

It changes the tone with people if you would straighten out your back, speak in a clear voice (in text), fight yourself out of this pit of misery that you created yourself and start respecting people, their effort and their time. If you recognize their worth, they will do so too and gauge you differently then before. Perhaps as a person one day.

Maybe then an "ffa" will turn their head around and say "you know what, I really like your post!"

It's not difficult to be respectful. The difficult part is to admit your mistakes but you've probably never been taught to show weakness and admit anything to grow from it. Which is actually kinda sad.

I hope you can turn this around for yourself and become someone greater tomorrow, I believe in you, anon!

[the-mostdiabolik-of-lovers]

Match up req, pls (it's currently 7/10, checked). Thank you for your time, effort & patience.

Appearance: I have thick auburn hair, big brown eyes, small forehead, arched eyebrows, long eyelashes, small nose, my face is very defined with prominent cheekbones & jawline. I'm fair with pink undertones. I'm slim & slender, height: 5'6".

Hobbies: reading, listening to music & taking walks.

Interests/ Likes: I'm interested in arts & humanities related stuff like music, psychology, art, literature & culture. I like spending time with my friends & family. I also love going out & occassionally getting dolled up.

Dislikes: some specific foods (idk how to name them in English), gore, I can't tolerate bad smells, extremely loud noises, uncomfortable clothing, being pressured constantly, messiness, impuntuality & rude, mannerless people. You know, the ones who don't have basic human decency & are just annoying.

Dreams for the future: be independent, self sufficient & get rich. (thinking of setting up a business with my parents, currently a bachelor degree student).

💙

YOU’RE MATCHED WITH YUMA MUKAMI!

“Those flowers? Yeah, I put ‘em there for ya. Oi, don’t go makin’ a big deal outta it, it’s nothing special. It just kinda smelt like ass in here, so I wanted t’get ya somethin’ nice...”

Appearance:

　　❈   Auburn hair buddies! His is a little more brown, sure, but you both look so lovely together with your matching sort of vibes! Your hair brushes do tend to get mixed up though, because you can never tell who has used what.

　　❈   Yuma often likes just gazing at your face... from your large eyes, to your pretty eyelashes, something about that area in particular always catches his attention. Not to mention your angular features? Damn... He gets a little insecure about his own jawline.

　　❈   Slim and slender? Be prepared to be tossed about the garden, the house, over his shoulder, more often than not. Easily mobile and since you’re still quite a lot shorter than him, he’s undoubtedly going to always overpower you each time he does so.

Personality:

　　❈  A people person by the sounds of it? At least, for those you’re close with. Same goes for Yuma; He’s extremely loyal to his own family, so he can respect that you enjoy being around those you love and care for more than anything.

　　❈   You 100% drag him out to go places. He’s not exactly introverted per se but he isn’t overly outgoing for the hell of it, either. Still, seeing the world and meeting people alongside you especially when you’re both dressed up) is something he never thought he’d enjoy this much.

　　❈   Hate bad smells? Good thing Yuma grows plenty of flowers then, eh? You’ll probably almost always find a bouquet in your room if things start smelling a little funky or boring. 

　　❈   You can count him a loud noise. But, he’ll try and tone it down a bit when he can. He’s usually pretty quiet when not riled up ad inside the house, so you should be pretty much unbothered by it. Same goes for his rudeness; Only when he’s riled up does it really show. 

　　❈   He’s surprisingly less messy than you thought. Ruki would kill him for spilling tomato pasta sauce on the carpet, or his clothes after a few batch of laundry, so he makes sure to be extra careful at the dinner table. Still... he could work on one or two of his manners--

Your Interests:

　　❈  You’re pretty chill by the sounds of your hobbies, so Yuma is for sure joining you with some. Reading together, listening to music together and WALKS together? Hell yeah, he’s down for it.

　　❈   You could for sure teach him a thing or two about arts and humanities. You get along with Ruki, at least though, and that’s enough for Yuma to let this hobby of yours go without complaint. 

Other Possible Matches: Subaru Sakamaki, Carla Tsukinami.

[divetothefandom]

Being Teased by his Family in front of his Partner (Iwatobi)

Haru:

I almost left poor Haru out bc he doesn’t have siblings and his parents aren’t around much.

But then I remembered Haru practically grew up in the Tachibana house.

And ship them or not (personally I do UwU but it’s cool if you don’t too OwO) the fact that they know each other like the back of their hands is set on stone.

And you bet your ass Makoto will tease Haru at every chance.

Our sweet orca just knows our beloved dolphin too much.

We know Haru’s not easy to embarrass but Makoto will make an occassional comment to make him flustered.

Mainly flattery because Haru’s the kind who doesn’t take praise well and commenting he used to strip at bird baths would do nothing.

“Oh, Haru used to make this posters for the swim club and even carved Iwatobi-chan figurines!“

“It was nothing special…“

“But it was Haru, you’re really talented.“

“Shut up…” K.O.!

Makoto would absolutely teach them how to embarrass Haru if they just  ✨ask✨

Makoto:

BAB! BAB! BAB!!!

Oh boy, just like he knows which buttons to push for Haru, Haru knows exactly how to make him red faced. And Haru is a bitter baby so revenge is savage…. also it’s not very hard to embarrass Makoto.

But today we’re here to talk about his family.

His parents will probably do the usual parent thing of making commentshere and there, but they seem chill if they’re around and wouldn’t really embarrass Makoto in front of them.

So… RAN AND REN ARE ABSOLUTE DEMONS

Well, half of the time it’s more like the child innocence and they don’t have a filter so they’ll reveal a thing or two that embarrass Makoto

Half of the time, because they are little brats and will always take chance to embarrass Makoto.

Constantly dropping hints to his crush that he likes them

Makoto had to make the resolve to not let them meet again until he tells them himself.

They will make them play family and make them and Makoto be the parents, and will protest if they guys don’t talk in pet names like “honey, baby”

Makoto can’t say “honey” and just says something like “hon” because he ends up stuttering 

They’re constantly putting Makoto in a checkmate situation.

They will say stuff like asking her if she likes Makoto, asking out loud how how their name sounds with the lastname Tachibana…

They’re already asking Makoto to buy a ring #Savetheorca

Rei:

We don’t know much about his family and his brother is pretty independent now since he seems older than Akane who seemed to be in High School (both around the time of High Speed), but I bet you whatever you want that if his brother comes to visit it’s all over for Rei

Becuase he’s really easy to embarrass

He’ll tell them all kind of embarrassing stories about his childhood

He’s the best fucking friend you could have if you date Rei

They both can discuss weird shit Rei does and says for hours while Rei is just dying on his seat.

“Can we drop the subject?“

“Honey, are you kidding? I’m having a great time“

Rei will screech at the top of his lungs trying to avoid stories that he wants to forget.

They’ll probably have to reassure him that they like him with all of his quirky treats and all (even if he organizes his food based on color theory, bruh)

And I think his parents would embarrass him as well by doing the cliché of showing baby pictures of him because Rei gives me a in my house there’s a forbidden baby album with all the bathub pictures vibe. 

Nagisa:

Googles: Can you put 3 older sister to adoption?

This boy have it the hardest having 3 older sisters that’d dress you up as a girl when you were a toddler should be a good enough clue

They’ll obviously show them an entire album of these.

Nagisa probably avoids taking tem to meet his family because of it.

All 3 girls love them and and will tease him for them being too good looking for him.

They will give them makeovers in ways that will make our little penguin feel things he shouldn’t.

They will probably bring in the dresses he used to wear when he was little.

His parents aren’t much help, they will probably make the usual “I don’t wnat distractions”

But they have no problem winning them over

Nagisa will be looking for the first chance to excuse himself and hide in his room with them.

But as soon as his family notices he’s upset they’ll come and apologize and shift the conversation to how Nagisa is really dedicated and show off medals and photos from competitions.

Which is still embarrassing but it’s nice

SAMEZUKA | MASTERPOST

[heyitsyn]

Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 4

a/n: uwuwuwuwu @animesportboys​ and i were just talking about this and my heart was just bursting at this thought 😭

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

also requests are currently closed right now since i have like nearly 30 to finish so please be patient with me and wait for me to finish it all and until then i can open them up again. however, dont stop sending me cute stuff okay?  🥺

summary: its the time of the month for seijoh’s manager 🥺

@ yn when shes extra moody and mean during that time and does this every time she hears anything even come out of the boys’ mouth

oh dear

so basically

it’s,,,,,, a natural thing that most girls go through every month for more than half of their lives and its absolutely D R E A D F U L

the boys ofc knew what the hell a period was bc hello health class so they knew you would become this,,, other version of yourself

youd be moodier, childish, and easy to annoy and snap to everyone

but you would quickly realize how you’re acting then be all regretful and teary and cry easily and then youd forget about it then start the cycle again

you’d stick your tongue out at them and tease them mercilessly, making them run even more laps and pushing them harder

‘I SEE THOSE ARMS SHAKING, IWAIZUMI HAJIME. ADD 15 MORE TO THAT ROUTINE’

‘WHAT?!’

‘IF I SEE YOU EVEN A STEP BEHIND KINDAICHI, YOU WILL BE RUNNING 8 MORE LAPS KUNIMI’

‘NOO!!!!’

‘CHECK YOURSELF OUT ONE MORE TIME, YAHABA, I WILL GOUGE OUT YOUR EYES’

‘HAVE MERCY!!!!’

dear god they hated it

when it was time, they would protect themselves and work even harder and be more perfect to make sure you couldnt see their faults and point them out and try and kill them

it was like war for everyone

but they didnt know the exact date it started so they didnt really know when to start preparing for war until it came

this time, you didnt either

you didnt even know you were starting as you were extra busy booking the buses for away comps and collecting and emailing teachers for any missed homeworks for the team

so when it did start,,,

oh dear part 2

it wasnt really something you found out when you woke up that morning but you noticed you must be getting close since you were feeling extra cranky and you havent even been awake for more than an hour

nothing really happened throughout the day so you were just thinking that you didnt get enough sleep last night so you were just tired and wanted to sleep

but then it happened

you were standing next to iwa, reviewing his spike percentages when you shifted your weight to the other leg and then your eyes widened

your water broke

i saw this tiktok of this one girl and she was about to start filming with her friend when her eyes widened and her friend knew immediately and her caption was ‘my water broke’

iwa was worried as heck on to what was going on with you and even followed your gaze to see it on the wall and nothing out of the ordinary

‘y/n?’

‘oh god’

you mumbled and you wanted to run but you were too scared that you leaked and probably have an obvious redness on your white track pants

yep it def was your time bc you felt tears welling up in your eyes and you sniffled, embarrassed and upset for this to happen now, of all times

then oikawa tooru bursted through the doors

iwa, taking his eyes off of you and to the captain, started to yell at him until he noticed the brunette’s flushed face and panting form, hunched over as he gripped on the door handle with the plastic bag

you, too busy trying to think of a way to get out of there like deciding to waddle or to just crawl, didnt see oikawa as he approached you

the team paused and watched as he took a black hoodie from the plastic bag and wrapped it around your waist

‘hmm, y/n-chan, better get dressed so we can go now’

he hummed and you snapped out of your panic and looked up at him with watery eyes

‘oikawa-san’

you whispered and he nodded, eyes knowing what was going on

‘coach, theres a planetarium special tonight’

oikawa shouted without tearing his gaze away from you and coach irihata instantly knew, knowing the code that oikawa came up with when you became a part of the family team

the elder coach made a noise of agreement and oikawa didnt wait to up and carry you in his arms and waved to the team while pushing your head in his chest so you can hide

‘work hard everyone!’

‘oi, shittykawa! what the hell-!’

but an intense side-eye from his best friend shut him up and he knew something happened so he didnt say anything since he trusts oikawa to fix it

‘i trust you will take care of them, iwa-chan’

iwaizumi nodded firmly before shouting to resume back to practice and he himself went back to the line for spikes

you were carried to the bathroom so you could change into your emergency undies and pad and after you did your business, oikawa noticed you uncomfortably waddling towards him so he took you back into his arms

oikawa continued to carry you like his bride down the street towards an unknown destination, humming a children’s show tune that takeru loved to watch, while you maintained curled around yourself, partly due to the shame but also from the pain in your abdomen

you wiped the few stray tears that spilled past your eyes and oikawa chuckled when he noticed you aggressively wipe them off

‘hmm, y/n-chan, you shouldnt do that to yourself. it irritates your eyes and the skin around it so gently dab it next time, kay?’

you nodded, burrowing back to his chest and breathing in his scent

french toast

he smelled like french toast as the smell of caramel and vanilla wafted into your nose

‘howd you know’

you mumbled against the fabric of his jacket

oikawa stopped his humming and replaced it with a chuckle

‘oh, y/n-chan. oikawa-san is a reliable senpai, dont you know? i got a tracker! just for you!’

he answered and your eyes moved from his arm to his smile and you gripped his jacket tighter, fingers curled around it as if it was your lifeline

‘thank you, oikawa-san’

your words of appreciation made oikawa’s heart thump and he faltered a little, blush creeping up his neck, but he fought it down, covering it up with a smirk

‘you should be, y/n-chan! girls would kill to be you right now!’

you rolled your eyes at the return of his cocky attitude but you knew better

the real oikawa tooru was under that mask

turns out, he carried you to his home as his house was the closest while yours had to be taken by a bus

thankfully his parents were out and his sister and nephew were in a trip in tokyo that you had the house to yourselves without anyone asking questions that might make you uncomfortable and them misunderstand

he shut the door with his foot and made his way up the stairs with ease, his strength truly impressing you at that moment, before settling you down on his bed

it wasnt even on purpose but you curled yourself on his blanket, head buried in his pillow

his heart combusted and tooru had to look away or else he wouldve jumped on you and coddled you forever

instead, he quickly ran over and knelt down under his desk to reach for the box that he has prepared for you

‘y/n-chan, i never knew your pattern until last month so i was able to prepare for you now’

you looked up from your position on the bed and sat up enough to see him standing there, grinning with a mint green box

‘wh-what is that?’

you asked and he shuffled over, sitting next to you

‘this, is the y/n care love box! this special box was created by yours truly with everything you want and need during this dreadful week. theres your favorite food, warm socks, coupons you can spend like watching movies and eating ten tubs of ice cream while we talk shit about the boys’

he listed, gripping the box nervously 

‘so? do you like it?’

he looked away from the box and to you but his smile slipped into a panicked one when he saw you silently crying and biting your lip to keep the sobs in

‘y-y/n-chan! i-its okay if y-you dont like it! o-oikawa-san can-’

‘no!’

you cut him off and lunged to hug him with all your might

hehe all might

E A T   T H I S

‘i love you so much, oikawa-san! so much! thank you!’

you sobbed into his neck and he tightly hugged you back, lifting you so you could comfortably sit on his lap straddle him if you want me to be straight forward

oikawa gently moved so he was leaning against the wall that his bed was pressed against while you were pressed against his warmth

his fingers were drawing small circles on your back and whispering corny jokes or puns that made you giggle and laugh and occassionally, he would kiss your nose and you would whine at the ticklish feeling

eyes fleeting around the room, your eyes settled back on the box and you reached out, wanting to grab it until oikawa beat you to it and snatched it for you then placed it on your hold

‘whats inside, oikawa-san?’

you cutely mumbled, sitting comfortably back on his thighs so you could open the box in front of you

oikawa laughed

‘just open it and figure it out yourself, y/n-chan’

you pouted at his tease but smiled widely when you revealed the contents inside

‘oikawa-san!’

his eyes followed your surprised expression and his hands gripped your waist

‘you like it?’

he whispered and you nodded, looking back up at him and kissing his cheek, his 

‘youre so sweet, oikawa-san! like-like this candy bar! howd you know i like this?’

you held up the treat and he shrugged

‘i keep seeing you get it whenever we go to the store’

you continued to sift through the things, seeing a dvd of your favorite movie, a f/c heating pad, a note that said your favorite ice cream was in the fridge, a bag of your favorite chips, fluffy socks, the goodies

you didnt even notice yourself crying again, only realizing it when there were wet spots beneath you

oikawa saw this and he quickly but gently put the box to the side and cradled your face with both of his hands, softly wiping the tears away with his thumbs

‘aw, dont cry, my little baby. princesses should never cry’

you sniffled and choked a laugh

‘hah, n-not a baby. j-just hor-monal’

you complained and oikawa snickered but shook his head then kissed your nose again

‘youre my baby’

you didnt have it in you to complain so you went back to snuggling into him

oikawa squeezed you and went back to drawing the circles on your back and he felt you relax into his touch and slump against his form, slowly starting to snore

your head rested on his shoulder and he turned slightly to watch your eyes flutter and nose scrunch when a strand of your hair fell on it

his heart continued to beat faster and faster and it showed by the way his fingers shook as he carefully lifted the hair away from you

he slowly bent down to give you a kiss on the forehead before laying you down to sleep more comfortably

‘good night, princess’

he sweetly placed a last kiss on your cheek before getting up to go prepare your heating pad for when you wake up

the next few days were possibly the best period days youve ever had

maybe because it was oikawa telling the team that you were in,,,,, satan’s domain currently and they should be careful with you so they tried their best to lift the weight and burden off of your shoulders

however,,

the next day after the incident,,,

they still didnt know what was wrong with you and oikawa forgot to text the gc about your condition so they were still unknowing

like today

during your classes, you were feeling off, almost nauseous but eating little bits of your chocolate treats were helping you get through until lunch

ofc kunimi noticed bc hellow he sits next to you and he doesnt pay attention during class so hes been watching you sneak little bites so the teacher doesnt see and ducking under your book

he was just amused with the way your eyes would widen if you thought the teacher caught you

kindaichi and kunimi and you usually ate lunch together at your classroom since you three only got to hang out as first years during lunch

so they know you usually have a bento with you and have a general idea of how much you eat

and kunimi thought since you ate all those chocolates earlier, you wouldnt eat as much food but then he saw you scarf down your bento, eat 2 more bags of chips and was finishing last chocolate bar

kindaichi,,,, wasnt even finished with his own bento and was watching you, amazed, at how easily you ate all of it

they didnt say anything since they thought you just didnt eat dinner last night but even during the walk towards the gym for after school practice, you were complaining that you were hungry and was eating another chocolate bar

they thought something was truly wrong bc you were eating so much more than usual

kunimi watched you chew on it as you opened the gym door and still ate even when you were talking to mattsun about his jump height

‘man, you sure are hungry, aren’t you, y/n? thats like your fifth chocolate bar today’

kunimi teased, grabbing a ball to spike but he froze, seeing you with the coldest and angriest look hes ever seen

you blinked at him, grip tightening on the treat, and mattsun slowly backing away from you

you advanced towards the blep boy, treat already forgotten and shoved to be held by mattsun 

despite your shorter height than kunimi, he trembled slightly as you looked up at him

‘are you calling me fat, kunimi? are you? am i fat? do you think im ugly? im a piggie?’

you ranted and slowly started crying, making kunimi frantically scramble to stop you before the other upperclassmen see or worse, oikawa-san

‘y/n-wait-no!-um’

‘y/n-chan?’

kunimi shut his eyes tightly in fear at the deadly sweet voice of his captain and kindaichi and mattsun sent a quick prayer to their fellow teammate before he was going to get killed

‘uh oh, i think we’d have to start looking for a replacement for kunimi’

makki, who just arrived, teased making kindaichi fearfully look at him

‘eh?!’

‘oh, you first years have never seen oikawa mad, have ya? well, you’ll get front seat of it!’

mattsun clapped him in the back making him gulp

you werent sobbing but you were definitely crying, tear tracks quickly being wetted by the numerous amount of tears that fell

kunimi scrambled to his knees and folded himself, forehead resting on the floor by his hands

‘I APOLOGIZE! PLEASE DONT KILL ME! I APOLOGIZE! PLEASE FIND MERCY IN YOURSELF AND FORGIVE ME, Y/N-SAMA!’

it was certainly a sight to see

normally calm and collected and chill and relaxed hippie kunimi begging to be forgiven

oikawa stepped forward but you quickly felt the change of your mood, feeling bad for your boy and scrambling to pull him back up

‘oh kunimi-kun! dont kneel like that! the floor is too hard and might give you knee pain!’

it was like whiplash

iwa stepped in the gym and saw the team’s confused and bewildered expressions and saw you, kunimi, and oikawa and he shook his head

this aint even half of bad as he has seen

oikawa gently took you away from kunimi and held you to him instead, giving you a smile, to which you returned, and looked at kunimi, a deadly glint in his eye

‘what happened, y/n-chan?’

the tone of his voice sent a chill to run down everyone’s spines and even iwa, the boy who’s seen this a handful of times, shivered and nervously watched oikawa, ready to jump in

but you just blinked, completely unaware of the change of atmosphere

‘oh, um, i overreacted. i was eating too much food today and mustve annoyed him or something’

you sheepishly mumbled but oikawa was having none of it

‘no, its fine. youre literally bleeding out as we speak! dont feel the need to validate yourself!’

he lightly scolded while you hung your head low and continued to apologize but he gently bonked your head before scolding you again

the team definitely knew now that you were in that,,,, time and they definitely knew now, especially kunimi, that even if youve seen oikawa mad, youd think that the devil was more merciful than him when it relates to the topic of you

a/n: i swear to GGGOOOOODDDDDD im an oikawa whore who cant seem to stop writing for him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!