#i loved this thank you anon ❤️

[sainzcaleruega]

Ur fav carlos goofy pics 😆

omg first of all i loveeed getting this anon 💕

I love going through carlos pics 👀 it was soo difficult because i love him and i can't pick favorites but here are some i love, also shoutout to nik for providing some of these<3

[zevrra]

hii!! i hope your doing well, im not sure if your requests are open rn

but if they are open, can you please write for Gaara (naruto) x fem reader who’s love language is physical touch? (hand holding, hugs, etc)

�� thank you!!

A Shared Touch—

tags: anon request, 18+ characters, gaara x fem!reader, pure fluff, gaara’s love language is 100% physical touch, this is so sappy and lovey dovey jshshs

creator notes: thanks for requesting! hope this is what you had in mind (bc i had no idea what to do im so sorry i wrote this at 2 am kshssjh)!! but i also hope you are doing well and that you enjoy this! thanks again!! ❤️

Sunlight warms your face as you sit at a wooden table. You sit in silence with yourself. Accompanied only by the sound of a soft breeze and a few chirping birds. A range of flowers sits before you, ranging anything from chrysanthemum to peons. Besides the flowers sits a pair of scissors. Using them to cut stems off of a few flowers here and there as you put together a small bouquet.

“What are you doing?” A soft voice asks from inside the doorway to the greenhouse you sit inside of.

Turning to look at the source of the voice and you find your loving boyfriend. A smile as warm as the sun shines on his face and you can’t help but mimic it. “I couldn’t sleep. Came here to do some arranging.” You respond. Watching fondly as he makes his way to your side.

He still wears the clothes he had slept in. He must have just woken up and upon finding your side of the bed came straight out to look for you. The sleepy was still in his eyes even as they look upon you with love.

A chilly hand touches your shoulder, moving to soothe across your neck. His teal eyes glance at your project before looking back at you. “They look as beautiful as you do.” Gaara compliments you.

For the years you had been together it took him quite a while to willingly touch you. Skin on skin contact had been one of his biggest fears. For so long, anytime your hand would reach for his; you were met with a wall of sand. Any brush of skin would have him standing frozen in place. He had never done any of it on purpose though and you knew that. It was pure reflex for the deeply traumatized man. Now it almost felt like he never wanted to stop touching you. To never let you go so he would never have to fear being truly alone again.

You wave his compliment off with a smile. It was too early to be so sappy. You set down your scissors to fully turn and face Gaara. “What about you?” You ask curiously as you grab hold of his hand gently. “Off to some important kage meeting I assume?”

Gaara shakes his head, lifting your hand to his lips and placing a small kiss against your skin. “No, not yet anyway. Just missed you.” He admits with a shy look. Glancing from your pretty face to the flowers you had gotten up that morning to work on.

It was truly a miracle how far the two of you had come. Once, so long ago, he would never have reached for you first. Would have distanced himself as far as he could. But now he sought you out first. Missed you simply because you were not by his side the moment you both woke up. It made you feel wanted and loved. You could only hope he felt the same.

You stand with the help of your boyfriend. Leaning in to kiss him and he meets you halfway more than eagerly. After you two part, he guides you towards the door he had entered from as you two plan to return to your shared home.

“Let’s go make some breakfast.” You offer. Your fingers intertwine with his, giving his hand a tight squeeze. A reassuring gesture that you would never let him go either.

You’d have to return to your flowers later.

[petorahs]

Randomly felt like sharing this Avenday headcanon of mine where Sunday likes to very, very gently caress Aventurine’s eyelids because he loves his eyes so much.

—🪼 anon.

thats so sweet.. i also think he'd adore kissing his eyelids like this

[hagi-clvnk]

I like your theme sm!!! Jade ehehe

aw, thank you 🥺���🤍 it doesn't look very cool, it's very simple but I'm glad you like it!!

I take this opportunity to say that I'm very happy that Jade got a whole page! it seemed to me that not enough attention was paid to Jade (maybe just bc I'm a fan of him), so I didn't even expect something like this! but mangaka Octavinelle (and Heartslabyul) really gave Jade great emotions!! for example

ahh they really feel Jade!!!!😭🖤🖤🖤

tbh, I was disappointed when such a moment occurred in the Savanaclaw manga: catching up with Floyd and JADE for Yuu with Grim and the others!! you see, Jade ran away WITH FLOYD. he uttered a phrase after the chase something like "It was fun running after them"

I don't have screenshots from the eng version to confirm this, but it really is (I used translate)

and like-!! it was very funny!! Jade is not only a gentleman, he also wants funny situations! he can afford to chase someone, behave stupidly and all that sort of thing! Jade is not at all ashamed to do what he likes, so I was saddened by this moment in the Savanaclaw manga

SO WELL

it's still the same guy...

in his cool and in his silly!

and that's really why I really love him. I wish I could be like him. be cool and smart but don't be shy about being silly! be cringe but free 😔❤️

generally speaking, I'm very glad that Jade has been given attention, even if it is one page lmao!! and I'm looking forward to the Scarabia manga and hope it will be good :)

[mikacanica]

Happy Spones Day to my favorite spones artist!!! 💙🖖🏻💫

Have a nice day 😊

TODAY IS SPONES DAY?!?! Gotta give a shoutout to my kings 🙌

[nuzlight-mia]

[yujeong]

what do u think abt the difference between tonkla w korn & tonkla w win? i was so flabbergasted how dominating he is when he was doing it with win...... wonder how is that relevant to their roles with each other...... did he like win bcos he can toy him? like how he is when he's with korn? hmmmm

Anon, I lost my mind when the WinTonkla scene happened. I did NOT expect it to happen this fast, or like this, but it did and it was marvelous.

Mostly, I lovedlovedloved how the scene illuminated even further that Tonkla is pretending with Korn. By pretending I don't mean the love - because Tonkla does love him - but the whole act of the sweet nong with the high-pitched voice who's there to please Korn and help him calm down after a difficulty day.

His exaggerated acts and his true self are interwoven in a way that seems natural - you don't know where Tonkla ends and everything else begins, which is why the WinTonkla scene blew me away. He never pretended, he took control of the situation and made Win give him everything he wanted (except getting fucked raw, my poor boy was so mad).

We could argue Tonkla is the way he is with Win because he's grieving, but I don't think it matters. Tonkla clearly wants more from Korn, Tonkla clearly fakes some of his behavior with him, Tonkla clearly wants to be worshipped in bed, something he doesn't get with Korn, so he seeked the experience from Win, as well as his company, because my beautiful boy is so, so lonely.

I don't think he likes Win, not yet. I don't know if Sammon plans on making Tonkla fall in love with Win, but in my opinion he won't. Or at least, it won't be exactly love if it happens.

Whatever happens with them and Korn, I'm on board. I'm seated. I'm ready to be blown away and left devastated and in pain. I can't fucking wait.

[welcome-to-green-hills]

I know you don't read the IDW comics, but I thought you'd like Cover RI for Annual 2024 in which Omega can be seen offering Shadow a flower crown with Rouge and Cream beside them

❤️🥹❤️

Oh…. Oh, my heart is smiling….

[deadgirlwalking91]

With the topic of the exorcist shipping/betting pool… do you think the girls would set Lute and Adam up with mistletoe at a Christmas event 👀

Hey Anon!

…oh my god. YES!!! 🎄

They’d totally set them up and hide and…

Oh no, Anon. Now I have ideas.

I said I wouldn’t write anything else until I finished another project, but… in my part of the world, it’s December 1st today. Which means technically I’m allowed to write a Christmas fic, right?

…right? 🥹

[fatuismooches]

Hello smooches, i hope you are doing well and also good luck on ur finals!

I've been reading a lot of ur Dottore ramblings with others and fics, and i have a random thought about Foxtorre and the pufftorres always beefing with Dottore and other segments 24/7 😭 like whenever Dottore commands them to leave reader's room (he wants to have some alone time with his s/o 👀), Foxtorre and pufftorres are either giving him the nastiest side-eye or just pounch at him. Poor reader have to stop or scold them every single time 😭

-🥝

AHH YESS THE LITTLE GUYS ARE ALWAYS BEEFING WITH HIM 😭. And they will fearlessly do it too because they know you'll always protect them, you'll scoop them up in your arms and scold Dottore for trying to hurt your babies! How dare he! When Dottore tries to kick Foxttore out of the room, he bites the scientist, which doesn't hurt too much considering his strength but, it's a surprise, and the angry creature holds on for dear life no matter how hard he tries to shake it off. You end up having to remove Foxttore and cradle it in your arms for the rest of the day, making your husband even more irritated. Why does an abomination get more attention than your own husband...? He hugs you from behind all while glaring at the creature. Puffttores aren't any better. Will try and crawl all over his body to distract him from work but he bullies them more because they can't particularly fight back...

Dottore holds a scalpel to Foxttore but the creature doesn't even flinch, in fact it seems to be smirking at him to say 'you can't do it otherwise [Name] will never forgive you.'

Dottore doesn't know how or when that little abomination got so smart.

The only segment they like is Zandy of course. He cuddles with them sometimes when you're not around.

[chaosduckies]

Could we get a part 2 of Birds of a Feather?

Oh yeah of course! Can never have too much parental g/t! Decided to have a sick tiny because why not? (Also fluff) so I hope you like it! And I’m so sorry that it took so long to answer- I re-wrote this too many times to count but figured this was the best one!

Word Count: 3.6k

Cw: None!

Birds of a Feather (2)

It had only been a week since Gabriel found out about Lizzie and I. I would say that it’s been interesting. Lizzie goes out more often, and it seems like the house isn’t as quiet anymore. It did kind of help with the anxiety a little bit. I never really liked the silence. Just meant that I couldn’t tell where humans would be.

Now? When Gabriel is home Lizzie always tries to bother him with questions and if she could be held or picked up. She was still just a kid but I didn’t trust Gabriel. That’s why anytime he gave us food I still checked it for poison even though some part of me doubted that he would poison us. What were the chances of that ever happening? I also will never let him hold me. Never. Not even touch me. I always just ran away, hid, or grabbed my needle as fast as I could. That didn’t mean he stopped trying or asking, though he did say he would respect my personal space. It’s just… how was I supposed to trust a human after hiding from them my entire life? It didn’t seem easy to just blindly trust one after all of this time. Sure, he gives us food and all of that, but that doesn’t mean I’d just put my life in his hands! Literally! 

Today was a snowy day. It was cold in the house, meaning that the walls were even colder. Normally I would have just borrowed some cloth, but since Gabriel knew about us I couldn’t do that. I was too afraid he’d just be mad. There was no telling what he would do to me! I shuddered just at the thought. As long as it’s not my sister…

Lizzie couldn’t wait for Gabriel to wake up so she could go with him. She always tried to convince me to get out. To really do anything now that we were free to walk around without the fear of being noticed, but again, she didn’t know how terrifying it was to now be out in the open. How could she know? She was too young to ever go out borrowing so she didn’t know how scary it was. Though I should probably teach her sometime soon. Not today though. I felt sick all over. My head felt hot, I was coughing, my body felt weak, I could barely keep my eyes open. I haven’t been this sick in a few years. 

I still forced myself to go out and borrow a few things. Like at least try to get a few more “blankets” for us. Lizzie said she would ask but I told her no. I can take care of us on my own. I don’t need help from a human. Even if it hurts just to move. 

Lizzie hadn’t caught on that I was sick, or at least I think she hasn’t, which was good because then she would’ve definitely told Gabriel. The last thing I needed was for him to find out. Who knows what he might do? He might take his chance to finally kill me, or even just get rid of the both of us now that I could barely move. Not like he could do that already though. 

I cautiously watched as Lizzie ran over to the living room, where Gabriel was. Lizzie never seemed to be scared for some reason. What goes through her mind when she’s “playing” with him? Gabriel too! I was surprised that he hasn’t hurt her. Not even once. The entire situation was strange to me, but as I watched from afar, I kind of found myself wanting the same attention that Lizzie had. Gabriel actually seemed happy that she came to keep him company instead of annoyed. Every story I heard with humans always ended up with us dying, but this? It was entirely new. Even if Gabriel seemed like a murderer and was so intimidating, he hadn’t done anything to hurt either of us. It was so much more different here, and I had no idea why Gabriel was different, not that I was complaining. It actually made my borrowing trips easier. He left cabinets slightly open for me, left food out in case whatever he gave us wasn’t enough, or if we didn’t like it. Everything was so much easier, but I didn’t want to entirely rely on him for help. I can take care of both of us. I have been for a while now so what’s a few more years? 

I gripped the hook in my hand, weakly limping over to the side of the counter. I was craving crackers for some odd reason, and there was no way in heck that I was going to ask Gabriel to get me it. No matter how sick and weak I felt. I threw my hook up onto the side of the counter, my muscles already feeling strained. I know you’re supposed to rest when you’re sick, but I couldn't. I have my sister to care for and right now my main focus is getting something to keep her warm and maybe those crackers that I was craving. She was already complaining last night that it was cold and I couldn’t do anything about it at the time. 

With a few tugs to make sure that it was secure, I started climbing, my muscles straining under the pressure and my head spinning a little bit. When I reached the top, I took a few seconds to catch my breath. I rested a hand over my burning forehead. Of course I had a fever. A bad one by the looks of it. My eyes didn’t even want to stay open anymore. I didn’t know how I would get back down, but I’ll figure it out when I get there. 

I sniffled, rubbing my eyes before walking around the counter in search of an unused piece of cloth or just something until I could find an actual blanket. I would kill for a nap right now, but maybe whenever I get back. That seemed like the safer decision. This sickness will pass eventually. I just felt absolutely horrible right now. 

There wasn’t much to be offered on the counter today. Except for the extremely tempting crackers that were sitting in a basket like usual. Since Gabriel was home, I had to be extra quiet, but I could already tell that the plastic would give me a hard time. Just another borrowing trip… it’s not like you haven’t borrowed from him before. Of course I did get caught and the events that happened afterwards left me in complete shock, but that wouldn’t happen again. Hopefully. Maybe. 

I trudged over to the basket, struggling to pull one that was hanging off the side. I looked over to see that Gabriel was still busy entertaining my sister. I should have plenty of time to get this, right? Obviously he would know that it was me who stole it but I just had to keep thinking that he wouldn’t do anything to me. I mean, he probably does care about Lizzie more than me. Since she actually spends time with him… But I just can’t see how. He’s not our parent, and I couldn’t just accept the fact that he’s actually helping us. There has to be some trick right? He’s just building up to gain our trust and make our lives more miserable. Well I wasn’t going to let that happen. 

As I started to take out some pieces, feeling selfish for not being able to find something for Lizzie but I was hungry. I didn’t bother to eat last night since I had already felt bad before this morning, but I wasn’t expecting to feel so weak and sick when I woke up. I just sighed, coughing a little bit before sitting down and still struggling to take out a piece of the peanut butter crackers I usually don’t like to eat. 

Suddenly I heard someone getting up, and out of my instincts, I hurried to take out a piece and hid behind the basket, clutching the cracker to my chest and having trouble breathing. My head already felt dizzy and my arms weak but I could get out of this just fine, right? I could barely keep myself on my feet for any longer but it was only a few more minutes until I could go home. I could just use my hook to.. My hook. Where was it? I glanced back at where I came from and there it was, still hanging on the side of the counter. Panic surged through me as I stepped to go and grab it, but it was already too late. 

A shadow loomed overhead, observing my hook and turning directly towards the crackers I was stealing. He was going to get so mad at me. I was going to die. Where was Lizzie then if he was coming over here? I hadn’t heard for a while. Did he already… No. He wouldn’t, right? There was no way. I winced at the thoughts, struggling to stay as quiet as possible. 

“...Andrew? Is that you little guy?” I didn’t even have enough energy to be angry at the new nickname. But I was more mortified by the fact that he already knew it was me. Of course he did. I was the only one who could’ve been climbing up here if he was with Lizzie, not that she even knew how to climb yet. 

I sucked in a shaky breath, almost tripping over my own two feet when I came out of my hiding spot. I had no idea what he would do if I didn’t listen. I was trembling and tried to hide it but of course I did a terrible job at that. I looked down at my hands, quickly hiding the piece of food that I stole behind my back. I closed my eyes shut and hung my head in hopes that he wouldn’t hurt me. That all he would do is take my food away. I’d just have to try and find something else to eat then, but the fear crept slowly throughout my body. 

“Are you okay? You look sick, kid.”  He asked concernedly to my surprise, not even acknowledging the fact that I was very obviously borrowing things from him. I didn’t feel okay actually. Everything in my body just felt off. I could think straight but not at the same time? I somehow felt cold and hot all over and had coughing fits every now and then. I don’t think that’s okay but there was no way I’d be admitting that. 

I nodded my head, getting a little light-headed from the simple movement. He quirked an eyebrow up like he didn’t believe me and sighed, leaning against the counter. I took a few shaky steps back, eyes wide and ready for whatever punishment I was about to receive, “So you’re up here taking my food again?” A slight smile on his face but I just jumped and held out the piece I was hiding, “I-I’ll put it b-back. I’m sorry.” I apologized. 

I had expected him to say yes to putting it back, but to my shock he just shook his head, “No, you can have the entire thing if you want.” He started, moving the package closer to me. I flinched a little, cursing myself for showing that I was scared. Of course he already knew that though with how I reacted to him noticing that I was taking some food. Nothing would happen though, right? He’d just leave me alone now and go back to my sister, right? Just grab whatever he needed from here, and leave me the heck alone. I was practically pleading for that outcome at this point. 

Gabriel studied me for a bit longer, a suspicious look on his face, “Are you lying about not being sick kid?” He asked again. Could I even lie to a person like him? If I said yes, who knows what would happen? It was hard to tell if it would be a good or bad outcome. I couldn’t tell. I sucked in a sharp breath, nearly coughing from the air hitting the back of my throat. If I said no he’d just keep asking, but all I’d have to do was escape by then, right? I would feel better in a few days anyways. Maybe. 

 I shook my head, trying to calm my racing heart as he lifted himself off of his arms. I nervously started messing with my hands, trying not to show him just how terrifying he was looming over me. Everything just seemed so much more terrifying when you’re sick for some reason. I felt smaller, more insecure, vulnerable under his gaze. 

“You’re a terrible liar.” He sighed, hand slowly reaching for me. I didn’t even register that he was going to grab me before his fingers were nearly halfway wrapped around my skinny frame. I scrambled backwards, tripping over my own two hands several times while trying to grab my needle, but of course I forgot to grab it before I went borrowing. Great going me! Before I could get up and run, I was picked up in a fist. I kicked and pushed at the fingers, struggling so much and already feeling tired after just a tiny bit. I hate being sick. I was too weak to get myself out of this situation, I forgot my only weapon, and the worst part about this is that I quite literally sank into the warmth his hand provided. I mean, this was just because I was sick, right? I wouldn’t have done this if I were in my right mind. No way. I would’ve fought back and climbed back down to the safety of my cold… lonely home. 

I pushed and kicked as much as I could, trying my hardest not to stay comfy even though my eyes felt so heavy and my body was warmed up within seconds, “Let me go!” Tears started forming in my eyes, trying not to think about what could happen to me. Before I could kick away his fingers one last time, his thumb gently, yet firmly, was placed over my face. That’s all it took. Just one simple movement. I could be dead right now. I started crying softly, barely hearing the words that came out of his mouth, “Calm down little guy. You’re gonna make yourself even more sick.” And I obeyed. He practically already threatened me, and it’s not like I could speak either. I hated the new nickname, I hated being this helpless, and I hated just how much I wanted him to keep me in his hands so I could be warm. No! That’s so stupid. Why would I want that? It’s just the sickness talking… 

Soon enough we were moving, his thumb moved away from my face as I stared up at him with wide eyes, red and puffy from the tears that were still falling. I tried to wipe them away as much as I could until I felt myself being moved. I was no longer in a fist and I wasn’t moving anymore. I staggered backwards as much as I could before hitting his fingers and flinching, covering my head with my arms, “I-I’m s-s-sorry.” My voice barely came out as a whisper, and I doubt Gabriel even heard it. 

“Kid, I'm just trying to help you feel better. Here.” He handed me one of the crackers I was going to eat. I looked up, feeling a little too weak after all of that adrenaline to even move. It felt like my head was throbbing and my muscles screamed to stop moving. And honestly, after all of this, I wasn’t even hungry anymore despite the fact that I haven’t eaten for some time. I shook my head, getting light headed once again. Everything in my body begged me to just lay down and close my eyes, but there was no way that I would be doing that. I’m not trusting him even for one bit. Lizzie might- Wait. Lizzie? 

My eyes searched frantically for her, the extra adrenaline making it possible to move my limbs again as I looked over his hand, spotting her lying underneath a piece of cloth and asleep. She… fell asleep? Around him? Did she really trust him that much? Well, I guess it made sense. She’s spent more time with him than I have, but I still think that all of this is just a trick… Oh who am I kidding? He’s genuinely a nice person. I’m so sick and tired of always being on edge and barely being able to stay alive. I’m tired of struggling just to get basic living needs. Gabriel was offering all of that and so much more and I can’t just accept the fact that he’s just trying to help, no matter how afraid I was, I think I would just have to trust him in this. That none of this was a trick and that he’s genuinely trying to help us stay alive. 

“You have to eat something. You’re not going to get better otherwise.” He gestured to the food again. I shook my head again, wincing and holding my head from the throbbing pain. I nearly fell over hadn’t his fingers been there to support me. His eyes softened, slowly bringing me closer to him, but at this point I could care less. I felt so much worse than before even climbing up onto the countertop. To know all of this would happen in just one week. Getting found, then getting sick and being forced to be taken care of by a human. I didn’t even have enough energy to care anymore. 

“Okay, I’ll be right back, stay there.” He ordered before tilting his hand slowly onto the couch. I let out a yelp of surprise before hitting the cushiony surface right next to Lizzie. Stay here? Where was he going? Was he going to leave me alone? Just abandon me? I couldn’t stop the tears that formed. What did I care if he left me? I would be just fine on my own… Right? I could barely even move my limbs anymore from thinking I could just go borrow with barely any problems. Turns out all I ended up facing were problems. I didn’t want to be left alone either.

I turned back to my sister, wiping away the loose tears as I heard Gabriel coming back. For some odd reason I was actually happy that he came back, though I couldn’t help but struggle to move myself backwards. He just stared at me a little shocked, “I had really expected you to try and escape.” He sighed, slowly sitting back down and moving something in his hands. It looked to be some sort of cloth, though what could he need it for? 

“Well here, if you’re not going to eat then you could get some rest. I’m sure you're exhausted if you can barely even hold yourself up.” He dumped the cloth in front of me. For… me? I cautiously reached out, pulling the soft piece towards me. So warm… I snuggled close, but didn’t lay down. I could stay up… I didn’t need sleep. I needed to go home and rest. Even if it would  be so much colder there than staying out here. 

Gabriel sighed, his hands covering his face like he was frustrated with me, “If you needed help why not come to me?” I scrambled backwards, pulling the cloth over my entire body. Was he mad at me for it? Was he going to hurt me because I didn’t ask for help? My chest tightened at the thoughts, closing my eyes shut as I waited to be lifted off from the ground in one sweep, but when it didn’t come I sheepishly peeked my head out. 

“I didn’t mean to sound so angry, I promise I’m not,” He started, sighing, “Listen, you’re what? Thirteen, fourteen? You’re just a kid. You should be having fun and playing with your little sister. Not struggling to survive and get food everyday.” His eyes softened, turning towards me. I bit the bottom of my lip. But how else was I supposed to live? My sister and I would’ve died countless times had I not been the one struggling. Heck, there were even times when I thought I wouldn’t make it. Getting caught in a spider web, nearly getting trapped in a rat trap, tangled on my rope. I had to grow up if I was going to live. It’s not like I wanted to. 

“I-I had to if I was going to live. I d-didn’t want to die.” I looked down, hoping that he would get it. I wonder what life would’ve been like if our parents hadn’t died. They would’ve taught me so many more things before I was so abruptly forced to go borrowing. I could’ve still been a kid, maybe just barely moving out, but at least I’d know what I was doing! I’m terrible at borrowing! 

Gabriel nodded his head, “That’s understandable,” He turned his head and smiled down at me, “Now just get some rest. I’ll take care of you and your sister, don’t worry about it.” I nodded my head, wrapping the blanket even more around me as I coughed, groaning from how scratchy my throat felt. I forced myself to lay down, wincing from the simple movements. 

I really didn’t have any other choice. I was too tired to stay awake, too weak to move, too sick to do anything but hope that I was trusting the right person. He would take care of us. I wouldn’t have to fight for survival anymore. I could actually be happy again. That was all I could really ask for.  ——————

I had a lot of fun writing this and I’m hoping to get back to writing my main stories soon! Since I will be having a break soon and can finally edit all the things I’ve written-

I have no idea if I’ll be doing a part 3, but if you want one please let me know! Thank you for the ask anon!

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If you would like to be added please let me know!

[transmasc-positivity]

I love being trans! I'm multigender, but I usually just say "queer" or "genderqueer trans guy" for ease. I'm solidly masculine no matter what gender I'm expressing at any given time. When I'm a woman, I'm a masculine woman and I love it. The beard I grew on HRT doesn't take away from my womanhood, but rather enhances it for me. It's like a big fuck you to everyone who says I can't decide what to do with my own body. When people misgender me -- using she/her or calling me ma'am -- the presence of my beard makes me feel like they're queering me up even more, and that is delightful. When I'm a man, I'm masculine, but not in the way that a lot of people see male masculinity. I paint my nails black and wear eyeliner and wear small black stud earrings and I feel incredibly masculine. Just like the beard enhances my womanhood, the make up enhances my manhood & feels masculine in a "fuck your gender norms" kind of way. I almost never wore make up when I thought I was a cis girl -- I even had a little breakdown when I was a teenager about "having to" wear it if I wanted to get a job -- but as a man, it fits perfectly, and it isn't a chore to put on. And even when I'm neither a man nor a woman, I am still masculine. I love a soft masculinity and I always have strived for it in one way or another.

I know a lot of people feel like transitioning is something they have to do and have always known that they want to do it. I know some people don't feel like their gender is a choice at all. For me, transitioning socially and hormonally was something I learned about in my 20s and something that was, ultimately, a choice at every turn for me. It's a choice I made knowing all the risks that come with it. It's a choice I made because, in my mind, I can be whatever I want to be, and people will see me however they see me. So hormones made them see me closer to how I see myself. It's a choice I made when I was still identifying as simply a nonbinary trans guy, but after I started T, I felt weirdly more comfortable and connected with my womanhood, which eventually led to me realizing that multigender is a valid label for me. I love being a wrench in people's gender essentialism. I find it funny when people are confused about how to judge my gender and, by extension, how to judge my character (because, unfortunately, those two things often go hand in hand).

Kind men, soft men, sensitive men, men who use their anger as motivation to make a better & safer world and not to tear others down, men who love flowers, men who love to learn, men who love feminism, men who love openly and unabashedly. Those are the kinds of men I have as friends. That's the kind of man I try to be. It's the kind of men I needed more of in my life growing up, so I'll be the man no one would be for my child self.

At the end of the day, being a trans guy is a great joy in my life. Whether my gender shifts or not, the time I've spent understanding and prioritizing myself has been vital to the improvement of my life. Even with all the bigotry and the fake friends who hated men so much that they dropped me and the systemic issues I face -- even that can't extinguish the joy I feel as a transmasc. There is so much power in being able to look at people making snap judgements about who you are based on your appearance and/or identity and *know* that they don't know you as well as you know you and that they don't have any power to change you. In that sense, being trans is freedom.

This is so wonderful and amazing, I'm truly so so happy for you! I'm glad you could find joy in expressing yourself like that and find out what your gender really means to you.

I also have wonderful men in my life, and it's truly beautiful.

Being trans is freedom!!!!!!

[peppermintmochafem]

the "you can cry if you want to" post hits so hardddd.

like --- the carefulnees and intimacy?? the trust?? the kinkyish humiliation about being perceived as a crybaby slut?? the shame about that mutual understanding of it actually being more likely that i could possibly admit? that gentle threaten?? the fact you're basically saying you're not stopping even if I cry from pain and humiliation? until you've had enough fun using me as your punching bag and a sex toy?? there r so many layers of it and as I'm mentally unwrapping then it's getting hotter and hotter

👀 - still barely any spoons, so dead inside but still horny~

Oh exactly!

You can cry if you want to is a threat and it's permission but it's not a command. I am not telling you to cry for me, I am not only to give you the out that you were just obeying, I am making you admit this is what you want.

You want to cry for me, you want to be used as a punching bag, you want to be weak for me, and you are going to have to admit it whether you like it or not. You can try to hold out but your body will betray you and show me what you really want and show you the control I have.

Showing you the trust that you are putting in me, that you want to be taken care of and that you trust me to take care of you.

[lu-sn]

what do you see as the most likely thing pete does post canon? is he involved in the family business? does he have a job outside the mafia? are he and vegas both retired?

let's assume vegas has recovered as much as he can from the shooting and that he's done whatever he needs to do to get himself and his family out from under korn's thumb. so we're talking deep post-canon.

if vegas is still in the mafia somehow — in any capacity — i have no doubt that pete will function as his right hand. (or left hand. hell, both.) he's definitely got the skill set for it, and i think he would really enjoy it! it's a perfect outlet for his brand of undying loyalty, and he gets to bestow that loyalty upon someone who is equally insane about him and who will let him beat up as many people as he wants ❤️

but i don't want that for them. i think vegas in particular deserves that soft epilogue — a chance at the life he could have had all along without his father hovering behind him. so let's imagine vegas has found something to do with his time that hits that perfect balance of high stakes and high fulfillment and very very high odds of survival. pete is very happy for him, and also the tiniest bit bereft. unlike vegas, pete needs something physical.

so pete is ambling back from the grocery store, idly wondering whether he needs to be trying to do something with all of his free time, when he stumbles upon some sort of scuffle just waiting to break out in a dank alleyway. and pete manages to spot a kid in there, far too young, definitely biting off more he can chew, definitely about to get his ass beat, and — well. pete's been itching for a fight anyway.

pete hikes up his pha khao ma and lays everyone in that alley flat, and once most everyone has scampered away with their tails between their legs, the kid stares at pete, and scowls at him, and sneers out a "didn't think i asked, old man."

here's the thing. i don't think pete has any sort of affinity or good hand with kids. he's probably the type to get walked over by most teenagers (exhibit A: macau during canon). but there's a particular category of kid that i think pete would immediately have the upper hand on; surly, prone to anger, snippy, sad underneath all of that. in short, kids who are a mini-vegas 😂

(somewhere not so far away, vegas is crouched in front of his vegetable patch, suddenly feeling very annoyed, and has no idea why 😌)

so pete smiles pleasantly, says "better work on your stance then," picks up his groceries and starts walking away — only for this kid to catch up to him and go "i guess you're good enough, so you might as well teach me."

this post is already long 😅 basically, this kid will not stop pestering pete, and pete somehow ends up training the kid on a daily basis in their backyard, and happens to unleash a lot of life advice that this kid is very desperately in need of (e.g. "knowing how to fight isn't worth anything if you don't know which fights you shouldn't pick"). and he notices some other kids peeking through the fencing watching them, so he sighs a deep sigh and tells them they might as well come in.

some of these kids remind him too much of vegas — or of himself. he finds himself wanting good things for them, wanting to help them be just a little bit happier — which is the kind of help neither he nor vegas received when they were younger.

he ends up being pretty damn good at it.

so pete is giving a bunch of kids a safe space and a healthy outlet for their anger, totally by accident. to answer your question, anon, i guess that makes him a community youth counselor 😂

vegas finds this all kind of bemusing, and is more than a little tilted that pete seems to be attracting all of the little vegases in a 30km radius, but hey! he gets to shovel his cooking into more mouths now! he's totally in denial about how much he enjoys that.

(much later, pete abruptly sits up from where he's resting his head in vegas's lap, and he exclaims, "did i accidentally start a gang???"

vegas considers this for a long moment, shrugs, goes "maybe we should have stayed in the mafia after all.")

[cuddlebugsirius]

hi! I hope this doesn't send twice. I got an error first time.

I was just reading atlier for first time and really enjoyed.

I wondered if you considered possibly writing a scene where remus need to use safe word? I know he's further from trauma but it was included in story and I find it so interesting to fit the dynamic.

Ofc there is no pressure or anything I was just curious how it might look for someone as dom who has had his past and how Sirius might respond.

Anyways. I hope i worded all well? Bc don't want to be demandin or anything I just really like how you write dynamics.

Hi! Hi! Thank you for your ask, sorry I didn't answer until now!

This is really interesting and not something I've thought about in depth, but I think I would really like to write this for them. I know Atelier verse hasn't had an update in quite a while, but that's because I lost my love of it and didn't want to write something shitty and disappoint anyone.

I'm going to add this to my idea book and hopefully soon I'll be able to pick it back up and do your idea justice.

Thank you for the love! Not demanding at all ❤️

[sicknastyjr]

hi! I just sent you a gimmick on your strawpage! I think I deleted it without sending it the first time, but I wasn't sure, so I drew it and sent it again. Just wanted to let you know in case both sent and you see the same drawing twice!

Have a wonderful day!

Sparkle on, it's (almost) Ford Friday!!

I assume you mean this one in which case I so appreciate that we're finally as a community discussing president mcgucket and first lady ford it means everything in the world to me 😭😭