#idk if it's a forgetting pronouns thing or an actual she/they thing but either way

[loverboybrightsideghost]

is earhart canonically she/they...

[deathbxnny]

Alright! After debating which characters i want to use for this idea, i chose Lyney! So can i request Lyney x reader where he and reader does a ballroom dance under the moonlight. The Merry Go Round of Life ost is honestly a perfect song for a ballroom dance so i have to request a ballroom dance! Also this ask is kinda similar to your Furina post, but..

Let me explain:

So the reader is Lyney’s crush and Lyney is also the reader’s crush. Their love for each other is mutual but both of them have yet to confess. The reader is wating for Lyney to be the one to confess while Lyney… Lyney plans to never confess to them. Despite really wanting to, he can’t. He won’t because if he does that would mean getting the reader involved in the Fatui which he vehemently does not want to happen. So he trapped the both of them in this dance of Will They or Wont They because while he doesnt want to be actual lovers for their safety, this dance will at least let him believe an illusion that they are one. He knows the reader will get tired of this dance but that’s fine with him. He will enjoy every second of this dance until the reader eventually finds a new dancing partner lover.

But until then, he will let himself believe this illusion as it lets him forget all his problems and be in love for once.

(I should probably mention that i have yet to play Fontaine so idk how accurate Lyney is in this request but even if he does date someone, i still think he wouldnt be too keen on having his S/O involved in his Fatui business. Am i right on that assumption?)

- Flower Anon 🌸

I love your brain, Flower Anon! This is such an interesting idea, but I might change it up a little, so I hope you like it anyways and I thank you for your request!<33

(Part two)

Content: Heavy angst?, Mutual pinning but no confession, hurt/kind of no comfort, ballroom dancing, hints of depression, Lyney is a bit of a liar, sfw Reader has no metioned pronouns!! ((Not fully proofread))

《No happy endings. (Lyney x Gn!Reader)》

In a way, Lyney always knew his love for you would backfire eventually.

Whether it was due to his own actions or his family's "business," he knew this couldn't ever turn out the way he wanted to. That eventually, he'd have to pull away from you for good. But he was selfish for way too long, perhaps even in denial. He ignorantly thought he could manage his many lies with the same ease he balanced his magic tricks on stage. And yet, it all came to a head the day "Father" told them of their important mission.

A mission he knew would end in nothing but heartbreak and loneliness.

He ofcourse tried to prolonge his doom for as long as he could, mainly because he just couldn't let go of you. He didn't want to, and it was so painfully obvious to everyone around him. It didn't help that he knew that you loved him back, too. Neither of you ever dared to confess, however, something he was thankful for until now. It made things a little easier, or at least it did, until you one day visited him at one of his street shows with a letter in hand, inviting him to a grand ball in the theater.

You were glowing under the bright sun, your smile wide enough to make him breathless. Lynette gave him a glance, an unreadable one he still understood anyway. After their last meeting with their "Father", she had bluntly asked him what he was going to do with you now. This wasn't the first time she had asked him this either. But everytime she did, his words would dry out in his mouth and he'd be left there speechless, unable to come up with a solution.

The issue was clear as day, however. It's either he confessed to you or he didn't. For a while, he entertained the idea of doing so, just so he can finally hold you the way he so desperately wanted to. But Lynette wasn't letting him dream anymore. If he confessed, then he'd have to lie to you about everything. And it was inevitable that eventually, one day, you'd find out about their real identities. Would you stay then? Freminet quietly shaking his head at his older brothers question was enough to make him finally wake up to the reality of the situation.

No, ofcourse you wouldn't stay, because he had deceived you for so many years. Perhaps you'd be able to look past the Fatui aspect, but not the lies.

He hadn't been the same since and everyone noticed. Even you, who was so desperate to cheer him up from the unknown issue that was clouding his mind. Always so ready to help him through everything, despite not knowing you were the cause of his plight. And he regrettably loved that about you the most.

"You... want to go to the ball with me? Ah... I-" "-Please? I've been wanting to go with you for a while, and I'm sure it will do us some good to catch a break." You said quickly, afraid of his rejection when you haven't even tasted the beginning of it yet. The blonde man bit his lip, his eyes meeting Lynette's for help, who simply looked away stubbornly. She had warned him of this. At this point, she wondered who's feelings she was really trying to save. Her twin brothers or her dear friends? She didn't know and hoped it would all just come to a quick, painful end.

Lyney sighed softly, unable to ever say no to you in the end, as he forced a smile to grace his lips. "Why ofcourse then! Let's make the night count!" He said in his usual grandiose tone, his heart fluttering as you gave him an excited giggle and hugged him, quickly taking your leave with a gleeful thanks. The twins watched you round a corner, the young man deflating with every step you took.

He pressed a hand against his face the moment you disappeared, his breath a little uneven and shaky. His smile wobbled until it finally dropped entirely. Even smiling had become too exhausting to do. Lynette simply stared before she shook her head and crossed her arms tightly. Someone had to be the responsible one here, and as much as it hurt her... she had to be the one to push him over the edge. "You'll end it after the ball. You have to." She whispered to him, leaning in close enough to notice the teary, near empty gaze glinting in his eyes.

He always loved too hard.

"I... ofcourse I will. You're right." He muttered in a near daze as he gathered up his cards off the floor from a previous performance. He looked so small, all his pride and grandiose having been shattered the moment he realised that his life and free will never belonged to him to begin with.

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The days flew past him afterwards and by the time the night of the ball arrived, it was like he had woken up from a bad fever dream. He stood in the now crowded theater room, dazed and dressed in a lavish suit he only barely remembered to have put on with his siblings' help. He had attempted to stall having to come here, but his "father's" dark glare from the door way made it clear that she wasn't going to entertain his "distraction" being around him anymore either.

Fountaine's whole existence stood on the line, so how dare he hesitate? How dare he care about being heartbroken, when people are going to die?

His hazy mind nearly didn't recognize your radiating form when you approached him in absolute glee. Your hands took his gloved one's, tightly grasping them, as you spoke of your happiness to be here with him. You had dragged him outside onto one of the massive balconies, the moonlight mirrored in your beautiful eyes, and for a moment, everything around him disappeared. He could hear your words slow down, the panic kicking in full force when he realised what you were attempting to do, his mouth moving faster than his heart could stop it.

"Lyney, what I want to say is that I lov-" "-Let's dance. Let us please dance." He whispered breathlessly, his head spinning as he grasped onto your hip and took your hand into his. He couldn't process the hurt in your eyes, the way you pressed your lips together, tried mentally reasoning with yourself that he hadn't indeed just bluntly rejected you.

But he was quicker, the music filtering outside from the grand ballroom and mingling with the warm night air, as Lyney waltzed with you to it's melody. His mind was racing with so many thoughts and possibilities, his brain and heart tearing at his soul into opposite directions. He was hesitating. Despite knowing exactly what he had to do, the words just couldn't spill out yet. He gave himself time until the end of the song, his face flushing with a misplaced sense of excitement for being so close to you at last.

Yet you knew something was off about him. Perhaps it was the way he danced so clumsily. Perhaps it was the growing anxiety in his eyes that couldn't look into yours, and maybe it was the way his breath was so painfully labored, as though something was weighing down on his heart, suffocating him. Whatever it was, it made you slowly become frustrated.

Years of showing your affection to the magician seemed to have been brushed off and forgotten in that moment. And you weren't foolish enough to believe that he didn't feel the same for you. So what was he waiting for? What was holding him back? You couldn't understand, and so, when he spun you out, his hand only weakly keeping you from getting away from him, you finally uttered the words that burned on your tongue.

"Why are you hesitating?"

He looked at you for the first time since the waltz began, his eyes widening with unshed tears as he gulped, his throat so painfully dry. The melody was about to end, the orchestra leading up to it with suspense, somehow fitting for what he was about to do. He was happy that, despite everything, he was able to delude himself into thinking you two can be one, even for a single night. So perhaps his only regret was to not have been born in the right time and world for you.

"Because I can't love you. Not in this life. But I promise that nothing will stop me in the next."

The music came to an end, the wild and near deafening roar of the crowd in the ballroom filling this sobering silence between you two. It was his best performance, his best final magic trick, in which he'd make his own heart vanish. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your hand, unable to look at your shocked and tear-filled expression.

Lyney had made peace with himself and the situation in that moment, even when you wordlessly pulled away from him and quickly ran past him. He stood under the moonlight, still bowed, his hand reaching for nothing until he summoned his hat from thin air and elegantly put it on his slicked back hair. The blonde turned to look behind him as he did so, only barely seeing you vanish in the thick crowd as you wiped away your tears.

And somehow, he had it in him to smile, not out of amusement of what he had done to you, but rather at the realisation that he truly always did belong to a puppet show in a way.

What a shame that the script had no happy ending from the start.

Alrighttt... I hope this was okay for you, Flower Anon! And sorry for taking so long, exam season is not for the weak...

[jessaerys]

kind of personal question - so no worries if you don’t want to answer - but how did you know you were nonbinary?

i currently just see myself as a woman who hates stereotypical femininity/bulks at societal (& religious & my familial) expectations for womanhood���.but idk if that makes me nonbinary? asking bc your writing is smart and incisive (but no pressure to respond) <3

i'm gonna be so real with you there really sincerely isn't like a metaphysical magic dust god particle soul chakra of gender that we all have inside of us i don't like ontologically identify as anything beyond like earth dweller. that's pretty objective. a specimen of the human species like i'm certainly not a chimp nor a bonobo so that's about where i stop caring

to me any identity beyond that is like a driver's license or a school ID it's just a little piece of paper that says hey i belong in this group but like, out of necessity to participate in society like your social security number or your library registration card or even your name is not like something that you like fundamentally are they are not a hand or an eye or an internal organ. i can't tell if this is either metaphysical or like hardcore materialist but those markers to me (sex, sexuality, gender, race) feel more like organs of the society that was already here when i popped into consciousness and it's like, alright, these are the IDs i was dealt, some of these have shit luck, i'm gonna stand over here with the uh [checks notes] lesbians and women and brown people and immigrants. etc etc and so on and so forth. like does that illustrate the perhaps subtle but relevant difference. it's not that i don't "have" a gender (wherein even "agender" stands for a lack of something other people posses) i just don't intrinsically care or believe in or subscribe to the whole gender construct like from a purely internal experience qualia. PERSONALLY. for myself. i take my friends who have a deeper investment in the construct of gender seriously and support and affirm them. i just truly feel this vast detachment

regardless the whole gender identity spectrum thing seems awfully american to me so i don't use they/them pronouns in like a nonbinary/agender/secret third thing/something in between way i use they/them pronouns because i like to be perceived as neutral and i think doing something like "oh no pronouns for me thank you" would paradoxically draw too much attention to my status as a gender construct opter-outer when what i want to do is navigate this obligatory maze as friction free as possible, which sometimes in certain social spaces either for safety or convenience requires me to cosplay she/her pronouns which doesn't bother me. it's kind of nice in some ways actually because it's a point of reference upon which people can get to know me before i'm like surprise let me slip into something more comfortable you know like if i tell someone my pronouns are they/them and they forget or don't try i don't correct them after the first or second slip up i'm like oh ok we're coworkers in the grand scheme of societal constructs and that already gives me a point of reference for how to interact with that person

so basically. i am not the best person to ask about this

[kaycode1999]

Hi!! I love your workk!! It's soo darn good <33 Hope you are doing amazing! So I saw you are doing matchups and I wanted a kny, jjk and bsd matchup (CAN WE PLEASE DO A MUTUAL MATCH UP 😭😭🙏!!)

Personality: I’m an ENFP. I am an ambivert. I love talking to people but also it sucks the soul out me. And by the end of the day I just want to be alone. I love trying something new (Always in for an adventure), but I absolutely LOVE to travel. I try to always be nice to people and make them comfortable with me. In my friend group I am the most chaotic kid (in college) I used to be the mom friend but now I'm just a chaotic kid who my friends take care of😭. Fun fact I also the youngest in the group and hence is it is like declared that I need to go to a mental asylum. I take pride in myself in being so funny that people are concerned if I am okay. I am also very VERY clumsy and forgetful. I also get distracted very very quickly. I LOVE LOVE FASHION! And Me and my guy best friend always judge fashion in our college. I am also quite dramatic (Unfortunate for my pookies, cause I have made their peaceful life a living hell). I also curse a LOT.

And I have zero shame, I flirt with my friend in every second line. But If I actually like some. ZIP! NO VOICE COMING OUT!

AnD HeRe CoMeS ThE TrAuMa~~ I have big BIG attachment issues. I am the only child in my family and hence have to be picture perfect. Like the best Miss world be feminine, independent, financially stable, get the topper grades, also always put family first, be polite, be the therapist you get the point. I have accomplished this to the point I am the prodigy child now. This also kind of made me good at everything but yeah CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.

My music taste varies to the people I am attached to. Yes, this is why my spotify wrap is always a history book. It shows how many times I have fucked up.

I think my love language is almost anything, especially giving gifts and acts of service, Normally I don't like that much of mushy hugs and all thing but If I am really close to someone be it friends or relationship. Bro you are never getting me off. The clingiest mf you'll meet then. I will follow you like a god damn puppy follows its mom.

Pronouns and age: she/her, I’m a female and straight (male preference). I am 19.

Hobbies: I have a bunch of them actually, I just gain them like Pokémon's. Minor inconvenience in my life, BOOM a new hobby :). I LOVE to dance, I love to listen to music, I do play guitar and drums a little, I like to crochet, bake, cook, sketch, paint, Fashion. I also love to wrtie poetry and letters.

Type: Honestly, I love Introverted cuties, with a geeky side cause when introverts start to yap it the most cuties fucking thing. BUT with a sense of humor! I can also end up with anyone who matches my freak. But too well cause idk why i brother zone them. ( This is why i am never getting a bf)

Appearance: I have medium-length black hair and dark brown eyes, almost black. I have lush eyelashes and eyebrows. I also am 5'3 (It ain't that short). I wear glasses too. I usually in college have old money style and street style but as I have said, very diverse in fashion. I just don't wear too short clothes (those micro skirt and shit do not like, no offense if you like them (I AM SORRY) )

I wouldn’t like to get mahito, muzan or mori and fukuzawa ( I see him as a father figure)

Sure! I’d love a matchup!

By the way thank you for your patience with me getting this up and I hope your 2025 is going well!

I have a self matchup with all my information on my page if you want to look for it or I can send it to your inbox- either one

I match you with

Jujutsu Kaisen

Takuma Ino

BSD

Junichiro Tanizaki *not gonna lie a small part of this was just because I need him to be with anyone but his sister because 🤢🤮. We’re just gonna pretend that whole thing doesn’t exist*

Demon Slayer

Kyojuro Rengoku

All 3 of them do lean on the extroverted/sociable side, maybe not completely extroverted/outgoing but at least know how to socialize with people when the situation calls for it. but they all understand having a social battery that gets drained

All of them enjoy experiencing new things with you and also traveling

They are all kind just like you and like to make people around them comfortable

Honestly all of them find your chaotic nature humorous as well as have a caring and protective natures so they’re kind of the order to your chaos

It depends on the severity of your clumsiness, if you get hurt a lot because of it they will be concerned but if it’s not that serious they don’t worry TOO much. All three of them are in professions that mean they either know people who are willing to help you with your coordination or they can help you themselves so that you at least don’t get hurt too much *this is if you want to of course*

Rengoku and Ino specifically would prefer you at least get basic self defense training because demons/curses just because they want to make sure you are able to keep yourself safe

As long as there’s nothing worrisome or concerning/dangerous causing it they don’t mind your forgetfulness. If you want they don’t mind helping you by getting things like calendars or reminders for important things, or even other processes that might help- again it’s completely up to you though

They all find your love of fashion endearing

Ino and Tanizaki don’t care about you cursing as long as it isn’t in inappropriate times/situations. They don’t do it excessively themselves but still do it a reasonable amount

It takes Rengoku some time to get used to it because poor baby hardly curses at all except for one word here or there, it makes him flustered at first but once he gets used it to he doesn’t mind as long as it isn’t at inappropriate times/situations

There is probably some variation for all of them of them finding out you like them where they were confused or thought they did something wrong when you couldn’t talk to them but when they find out they think it’s adorable and unfortunately you will be teased about it

The good thing about your relationship with all 3 of them is that they are loyal, caring, and loving. They understand your attachment issues and make sure to help you feel secure that they aren’t going anywhere

Ino and Kyojuro in their own ways understand the pressures of feeling like you have to be perfect very well. They both put way too much expectations on themselves for either the same or different reasons so they go through it too. They try to help you with working through it just like you do for them

I haven’t seen anything about Junichiro that would make me think he goes through the same thing but he would also do his best to be there for you and help you work though it

They probably get you into different songs/artists/bands/genres maybe you haven’t heard before and vice versa

I get the feeling all three of them tend to be spoiling in almost all aspects; gifts, words of affirmation, acts of service, etc. but they all love physical affection so feel free to be as clingy as you want with them

They all enjoy seeing whatever new hobby you have and would love for you to tell them all about it. They all try to join in if and when they can because they take interest in you and your hobbies but obviously not everything is going to be for everyone. They also enjoy seeing the things you end up doing or creating through it because they are intrigued by it

I think there are similarities and differences with all of them that they are similar enough to enjoy your company but not so similar as to be a problem

I hope you enjoy it!

[cheeseandbretboy]

since turns out informed consent is practiced in australia i dont really need a gd diagnosis and i hoped if i got one my mother would believe me but its been so long and ive distanced myself from her because i thought she wouldn't even speak to me, she said she will probably still stay in contact but wont accept me and will use the wrong name and pronouns forever and i dont think i can stay around her a lot if thats the case the point of therapy was that she would understand me but if its not gonna go anywhere whats the point?? ik what i want ive been thinking about this my entire life and sigh she expects me to be 100% fine after YEARS of being ignored, she knew i was having a hard time and that i was cutting myself and starving and wanting to kms but its only now when my sister brings it up she thinks its best to do it, and like, wow! it is actually too late. i got myself through all that alone and now that im stable she wants to 'explore other options'. i tried explaining conversion therapy does not work but she doesn't care. idk what to do chat! sister said to wait it out and she will probably get better but i doubt it. i dont know if i can mentally take it if she cant just respect me, i get not being supportive but just using the right prns cant be that difficult, at least TRYING?! she said i was selfish and overreacting when i said it would be difficult for me to stay in touch regularly if that was the case ughggh and i thought she was a woke liberal but even she wont use other prns or terms to refer to me (ok that i get, maybe she will when im older) but she blatantly said it's a phase for me, that being queer is a phase nowadays and i just couldnt really believe she said that. i told her why the fuck would i want to be trans for a trend if i will literally not be able to come to the country where all my family is and where im from because i'll either be killed or arrested, and she said 'exactly, you said it doesnt matter what others think so why would you medically transition' and ok she doesn't understand thats ok, i tried explaining i have dysphoria but she cut me off saying im too negative and she cant talk to me about this. 'i dont gaf about your identity, i dont want to talk about this. just shut up and keep it to urself' i am so confuse guys bc she asked that we become closer and i tell her my issues.. i do not think she actually cares for me as a sister she never did, she bullied me endlessly and blamed it on her depression (which hey fair, but thats an explanation not an excuse and i have yet to recieve an apology) mother did nothing about that just let it happen like the abuse from my dad and i was happy to give her another chance i really looked up to her but she doesnt give a fuck about me she only likes me when its easy when im not selfish and egotistical (by the way guys she called me a hypochondriac isnt that crazy??) and like sigh i kind of hoped she would support but she does not.. 'you see mother is from a different generation, but im gen z i understand you' yea and u say queerness is a trend what the fleck... i get its difficult for ur sibling to be trans its really fucking annoying and heartbreaking but oh my god! and somehow she got it in her head that i tried convincinb mother to medically transition.. I HAVENT SPOKEN TO HER ABT TRANS STUFF FOR 3 YEARS THE FLIP I HAVE NOT.. i was going to wait it out with her and see if she adjusts bc shes my sister yk! but after 'why cant you just not transition' that just shows she is not willing to hear me out and see it from my perspective.. tbh this is just cis ppl, its difficult to understand smth that u dont have, that u take for granted. sighghgghgh sm happened but im back to distancing i was just confused but everything is still bad why did i let myself get sort of hopeful she said awful things that ill never forget its her greatest fear

[girltober]

Girlfit! Gamer socks/armthings and a sundress might not go well together on paper, but I like this fit a lot 🩷 girls just have so many more customisation options to pick from. And you know what they say, you gotta Get Railed in a Sundress 😜

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So! Girl Month is two thirds over... whats the state of affairs?

Its been a little while since I last posted anything substantive bc well... girltime has been normalised. In the first week I was very strict about wearing only "proper" girly clothes, not even using my normal dressing gown! But as time passed I've allowed myself to wear more unisex clothing - for better or worse. In general Girl month has become less... exciting and wild and more a mundane part of life. I go out in girlmode and don't think twice about it.

I've been on E nearly 2 weeks now with no effect, which I guess I expected but its a little disappointing. My nips don't feel any more sensitive than usual which is lame.

Sidequest 2 and 3 have not been completed, but I'm planning to complete 3 tomorrow which I'm looking forward to (shes soo hot). And I forsee myself completing 2 also bc like... cmon, how hard can it be?

Girl month has also been a little bit of a slut month for me- which has honestly been kind of the best part lmao. I mean my bodycount is still 1, but I've really enjoyed wearing revealing clothes, going out with my girltreat in, and thinking a lot about being a... well a free use fucktoy 😳.

Maybe I'll make another post trying to delve into the psychology of it, but I guess long story short... horny guys are gross, but horny girls are hot. That might only be true in my own lesbian*(?) head but I feel like its not just me who feels that way. Idk theres a lot to unpack there. Being a girl made me feel more confident being a pervert is what I'm saying, for better or worse.

(*For this month(?))

But to the main event: gender.

I started this month with the view that i was doing this for shits and giggles and nipple-orgasms.

I was planning to walk out of this having unlocked Cis+, as a BoyChad like Finnster who can walk through the Valley of Girl and not flinch at the feminine shadows cast over me.

But...

Rrrrrgh.

*deep sigh*

I guess... I'm probably not cis.

Yeah yeah I know the guy who volunteered to dress as a girl for a month for no reason is actually trans big surprise, someone call the pope, who could have seen this coming yada yada.

I will say that I'm not sure that I'm a girl either though.

I enjoy dressing up femme, and I get a little hit of dopamine whenever someone calls me Charlotte or uses she/her pronouns, but...

(Wait typing that sentence in real time just made me realise that i might just be a girl after all uuuh nvm continuing with my original point)

...I don't necessarily... feel like a girl? Like I mostly forget I'm a girl and then occasionally I think "oh yeah I'm supposed to be a girl rn. Or maybe... I just AM a girl for this month? Oh nice I'm a girl I guess sweet" and then carry on with my usual activities.

Although even that sounds pretty trans hmm.

(Good thing I successfully turned off Pop-ups or this post would be unreadable with the amount of Transgender XP I've gained lmao)

Does anyone remember that one comic? Its like the car driving "PENIS" face one except the thought is "im a girl". This is nonsense to non-tumblrinas I'm so sorry, if anyone finds the comic I'm thinking of please send it to me.

Anyway, i may not be a trans girl, maybe I'm nonbinary or maybe genderfluid or bigender or something else... but M** left Plato's cave when he became me/Charlotte, and I/she can't imagine going back in there and forgetting. Wearing a dress is just too much fun to quit lmao.

I definitely think i just don't have a very strong sense of gender in general- I've boymoded for family events and doctors appointments and felt no discomfort or dysphoria- but being a girl recreationally is just more fun!

I might do Boyweek in early november to try to solidify my gender opinions, but for now... my gender is almost certainly queer and i can't wait to find out what I become ^^.

Thank you everyone for reading and supporting me, thank you all my friends for being chill about this and thank you M & L for supplying me with E and thank you Y for being the madlad who took E for lols in the first place and MASSIVE thank you to the one who took me opshopping and opened my mind to polyamory and made this whole experience... just so much more comfortable and fun.

Oh and thanks to the random internet people who followed along too- Its been really cool to see this break containment in little ways!

Uuuh anyway this might feel like a very final retrospective post but I still have a couple of girlweeks left in girlmonth so I'll keep y'all posted with my future girlfits and antics!

Love y'all! ❤️🩷💜

[queermarzipan]

OMG FIRST OFF I MISSPELLED LOL it's marz or marzi not ""narz"" 😭😂

that aside.... come on a magical adventure with me!! I'm going to put these in an Order bc i like Numbered Lists but u can do them in basically any order lmao

Give yourself a url you can remember. i promise you it will make it so much easier to find things later

Give yourself a cool blog title!! Mine was just "Random Shit" for a long while, it doesn't have to be creative, but definitely do it, it's fun

Put something in your description. this will make you look more like a human. I recommend pronouns bc no-one is gonna call u "he/him" if u don't specify, and it's also the literal most succinct you can get with a blog description, lmao. i have so much respect for huge fandom bloggers whose only bio is "[insert pronoun here]". gobless

GIVE YOURSELF A PFP!!! This will ALSO make you look less like a bot. Do not under any circumstances make your pfp YOURSELF, however. i might be able to dig up that one "starter pack" from when i first joined or a picrew for you (mine is a picrew of me ✌️ lol).

Forget to do anything about your nonexistent "banner" lmfao. do many people have such cool banners but idk what to put for mine & i always forget to do anything about it

Turn off "based on your likes". we don't like her. she's stupid

turn on custom blog theme!! you'll have to go to the online website settings for this one because it doesn't exist in-app, but i promise it's a LIFESAVER for when you need to find a Certain Specific Post, and also makes it 10000% easier for *other* users who can't remember anything about a post except that YOU reblogged it to find it again. this is where the "a url you can remember is a surprise tool that will help us later" comes in: on queermarzipan.tumblr.com (as opposed to www.tumblr.com/queermarzipan), i can add /archive, /tagged/[x], /search/[y], /page/[z], etc, to browse through my own blog more easily! :D!

speaking of "surprise tools that will help us later", start a tagging system, if you're going to want to find anything at all, EARLY. you do NOT want to be digging through your blog for 3 hours trying to remember on what day you reblogged THAT ONE POST because you NEED IT FOR [XYZ] IMMEDIATELY. & make it *intuitive* like. use actual desciptive tags. i am STILL trying to wean off the insane acronyms i used for ages, god help me.

TURN OFF AI SHIT. Tumblr is being MARGINALLY better than other sites by even giving its users the option in the first place, but it's still opt-out, rather than the other way around. this is in the same place as "Enable Custom Blog Theme", so you can do both at once (yes, this does mean it's a web link, tumblr is ridiculous): https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/iytthegdhduehgd

reblog some stuff!! follow some people!!! i highly recommend @/derinthescarletpescatarian, @/dduane, @/petermorwood, and @/were--ralph as community staples, as well as, obviously, @/weirdly-specific-but-ok if you're willing to get more localised to Me & Mine (i am in the maggot community).if you're willing to tolerate sjw blogging, @/fatphobiabusters and @/spot-the-antisemitism are great. lol. and that's it for recommendations, you've gotta find the other people yourself, sorry.

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ok so do u want the low-down on how to tumblr. or do u just wanna kinda Not Do Tumblr and just scroll ur dash not interacting at all. lmao

(don't say my first name in response to this dkhffghsd i've managed to keep that Off the Internet i'm narz or marzi here)

? alright marzi teach me your waes

[amanizali]

what I would change about the Nikolai duology:

⚠️ major spoilers, obviously

I mean like genuinely we're mentioning character deaths, major plot points, basically summarizing, and a lot of it you won't understand until you've read the books—you have been warned

disclaimer: there were a lot of aspects I liked about the series (the writing was phenomenal, I felt many emotions, I had fun), but overall I was left pretty disappointed, especially since it's been quite a while and I've been able to think about it and develop my opinions. also I rant about this regularly so I thought I'd make a post. however, I adore Leigh and everything she does, and the grishaverse is extremely important to me (perhaps why I held such high standards for Nikolai's series). these are just my opinions, and it is totally fine to hold different ones, I'd actually love to hear them.

make it more about Nikolai. it felt like I had to speed through other povs to get to his, and especially by ROW, he almost felt like a side character (again). we got two books, and yet I feel like I barely know anything more about him than after the trilogy. he had povs, but it was so hard to get into his head about everything. there was SO MUCH potential for his story but it just ended up feeling like a side plot for the greater scheme of things

Zoya!!! I loved every single chapter from her pov!! why weren't those two the whole series? it would have been so nice to have something simpler where their relationship and story could also be established more

and like biracial Zoya who was almost a victim of child marriage?? her relationship with the Suli?? GIVE ME MORE

honestly didn't care much for the bee lady villain? whole thing was kinda on crack for me

why did David have to die? he didn't. it literally was an excuse for the Crows cameo and I will never forgive that. I loved seeing the Crows of course and it was hilarious (Kaz dressed as an old man lmaodjwiej), but that was not a price I was willing to pay (especially because I was still grieving). JUST GIVE US AN INEJ NOVEL OR SOMETHING THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN INFINITELY BETTER

to add onto that, Genya has gone through so much already. I feel like there's a limit for how much a character should suffer. it was just way too cruel, especially on her wedding day

I could have enjoyed our little found family loving each other and supporting each other for the rest of the series but instead David dies and we leave Genya to mourn all alone and forget about the og squad for the rest of the book pretty much

leave Nina out of it. I'm not sure how unpopular this opinion is, but her story did not need to be continued in canon. it ended so tragically but so beautifully and in a way that we could imagine how she healed in our own ways

also she really didn't need to be there for the plot of the series. it felt forced a little bit

also she just went straight to Ravkan military service after the heist and Matthias dying? uhh

how did she get over Matthias so quickly? it would be fine that she moved on if she hadn't been literally carrying his body around for months?? in a writing sense, I liked the whole grief arc but 1. I really didn't need it because again, it drags on Nina's story more than I would have preferred (and it was just traumatic ngl) and 2. SHE SWITCHED UP SO FAST AFTERWARDS

which brings me to Hanne. what even. who. I didn't care at all for Hanne. why are we introducing new characters that don't even contribute to the plot? I hate to say this but it felt like forced representation. I didn't feel for her/them/him (I'm sorry I don't know what pronouns they would use), and I didn't ship Nina with them either

Nina felt quite different when with Hanne and I just didn't really like this new Nina???? which is scary for me because I absolutely loved her in SOC but idk something felt off, and not even in just a post-tragedy way

the whole Fjerda plot. idk, it honestly felt like a forced way to fit Nina's plot in, I felt it didn't really contribute much at the end of the day even if what it was leading up to hinted it could have—this includes all the new characters too like Rasmus or whatever his name was

in general, all the different povs (Ravka, Shu Han, Fjerda) made it feel all over the place, and by the end, the connection wasn't enough for it to feel fulfilled. this series (especially ROW) had way too many things going on

I MISS ADRIK AND LEONI WHY PUT THEM IN IF THEY PRACTICALLY DISAPPEAR

that random love story with fake Nikolai and fake Ehri??? wha- why give these two random side characters a tragic love story?? like breaking my heart for literally no reason

yeah Mayu too like why is she getting povs? I appreciate the Shu Han world-building with that but there were just too many things happening for me to actually feel much for her and Reyem (but their bond was wholesome)

look I reallyyyy liked the Shu Han stuff since I was genuinely interested in the politics. I honestly wouldn't have minded more of that?? just if only the Fjerda stuff didn't happen and it wasn't so jam packed with plotlines

I also think the Shu Han politics could have been integrated with the plot a little better, it felt pretty distant from Nikolai and the overall plot (like maybe instead of going to Ketterdam, Nikolai could have been more involved in all that?)

WHY IS THE DARKLING BACK?? MAKE NEW CONFLICTS. NEW VILLAINS IF YOU MUST. STOP REUSING VILLAINS. ALINA DID NOT SUFFER THAT MUCH, WORK THAT HARD, GIVE UP HER POWERS JUST FOR THIS MF TO RETURN!!! it also devalued his initial death scene like that shit was BEAUTIFUL and to cry for someone you hate?? like wow

and now we're dragging poor Alina back into this like let her live in peace oml

THAT CULT THING WAS HILARIOUS BUT WTF the darkling is no longer scary nor can I take him seriously anymore. what even was that plotline like?? I'm honestly so confused I could not tell you what we achieved in this duology

that little multiverse?? tease at the end and him like holding together the world or whatever it was was cool tho

NIKOLAI HAS A BIRTH DAD AND A SISTER. AND IS A BASTARD CHILD. AND WE JUST. ARE PRETENDING THAT DIDNT HAPPEN??? like I'm sure Nikolai would feel some level of anger or confusion or sadness or SOMETHING but the short interaction was so casual and silly and we just never visited that again?? why are we portraying Nikolai like a comic relief character in his own series Leigh whyyyy T_T like I love his personality but he also has dimensions and we have sEEN glimpses of that

and yeah to go back to my first point, Nikolai is literally leading a war (loved the steampunk vibes). his brother (whom he had a complicated relationship with) died. he had to banish his parents. he found out about blood relatives. one of his closest friends and talented engineers died ON HIS WEDDING DAY. he has a demon inside of him and woke up every day in chains. so where is the depth??? why was he the least angsty out of all the povs we got?? (like we obviously got some moments but with everything else it was just pushed aside)

anyway, if you read this far, *mwah* thank you, I appreciate you for listening to my rambling. please lmk what you think!! do you agree? disagree? what did u think about this series? I hope you have a wonderful day/night ❤️

[mmollymercury]

For the ask game, mbti for Julieta (sorry I'm simping hard and I loved the Luisa one :3)

Aww thank you ‼️💖💖💖 I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO GET AROUND TO THIS. I've still got lots of things in my inbox I've been meaning to get to😅😅😅 sorrryyy!

So, I've actually already done all the MBTIs for the triplets, you can see that here🥰🥰

But to compensate, I'll do all the other questions for Juli💗💗

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Julieta

⚧ - Pronoun hc: she/her🥰

🏳️‍⚧️- Gender hc: cis female.

🏳️‍🌈- Orientation hc: idk,,, never really thought abt it, I guess she can be the token straight,

🌌- zodiac sign hc: Just like Bruno, she's a libra♎💗

🧠- MBTI/Enneagram hc: link💗🥰🥰

❤- OTP hc: Julieta and Agustín give me the strength to carry on😭😭😭

😭😭😭💗💗💗💗‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

🧡- Everyone I ship with this character: Agustínnnn😫🥺🥺🥺💗

💛- Brotp: The Madrigal triplets💗💗 also, I imagine her and Félix to have a really good relationship 💫💫 (this is strictly familial love tho, guys😤😤😤)

💚- Notp: basically anything disgusTANG😤😤‼️‼️‼️

💙- Crossover ship: 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

💜- Crossover non-ship relationship I like: idea: her and Tiana. Boom💥

💖- Happy hc: When she's cooking, sometimes she does a lil jig. When her kids were babies, she'd always take a break from cooking to dance with them, the kind were you ballance them on your feet🥺🥺🥺

THIS SECTION SPECIFICALLY INSPIRED ME TO LIST OFF ALL THE CUTE THINGS I THINK AGUSTÍN AND JULIETA DO. SO ENJOY:💞💞💞💞

Agustín is such a gentleman, he always opens the door for Julieta and offers his hand to her when there's a bump in the road, most times; he ends up hurting himself in the process while Juli comes out unscathed.

Agustín's vows were very long, yes they were filled with fluff but mostly because he wrote down nearly every accident he came to Julieta with, with each one, he stated how much deeper in love he fell.

He does a goofy, signature, pure Agustín 'ooo!' plus grin when Juli gets dressed in something special. He'll bob on his feet too, like a happy puppy🥺.

While I imagine Félix and Pepa’s music taste to be mostly upbeat and danceable, Julieta and Agustín's is more mellow and smooth, think 'I'm so happy now' by Willie Wright ❤ perfect for graceful dances like that one animation test🥺🥺

People would question why Julieta would like Agustín, Alma too (briefly) but Julieta was always enamoured by him and liked his honesty and clumsy nature, I'm sure a lot of guys would bother her at her stall with minor or fake injuries just to flirt with her (she just gives off 'preferring more feminine men' vibesss)

When Agustín gets drunk, he sometimes forgets Julieta is his wife and flirts with her, asking her on dates and stuff.

One time, when Agustín went to kiss Julieta’s hand, he completely misjudged his position and kissed his own instead. Julieta laughed 'Ay, Agustín.'

Despite the bees, Agustín still gives Julieta flowers every anniversary. Every anniversary he gets stung.

~😫💗😫~

❤🩹- Angsty hc: I feel like being around food since a very young age, constantly, would give her either a dependence on it, or a repulsion. In Julieta’s case, I think it's a dependence. She eats when she's stressed and also gets the urge to cook if she's upset, because it's the only way she feels useful.

📖- AU I'd like to see them in: modern au, modern au, imagine her on a cooking show like bake off and all the family watching ADSFGHFFFKL-

😋- Funny/stupid hc: she gives Agustín raspberry kisses😙😙😙 and sometimes when she's cooking, she'll draw little pictures in the dough before folding it, then laugh to herself, thinking: 'hehehe, no-one will ever know🤭🤪'

🪞- Appearance hc: she's beauty, she's grace, there's no flaw on her face. Seriously tho, between the triplets, I think she probably started getting grey hairs first. All of their jobs are stressful, don't get me wrong, but I think that Julieta standing all day and being in a hot environment, she's prone to exhaustion and pain. Agustín will help massage out those knots, but it still has a mental effect x

🥖- Food hc: chef's palate, because obviously👌👌🤌🤌🤌 she finds the flavour in everything, just like Camilo! She loves combining flavours and experimenting with a variety of ingredients. She'll know when something is objectively rank-tasting but she's got a food critic palate, a taste for everything! Bruno on the other hand...

She's constantly trying to convert him, let's say that.

🛌- Sleep hc: Contrary to her personality, I think she snores very loudly. Agustín does too tho. Their bedroom is the loudest it's ever been when they sleep lol. Yep, they're those parents.... aka mine😫

🏡- Domestic hc: Best mam. She's the first one up, yep, even before Alma! And she uses this time to make everyone specialised breakfasts. When everyone comes downstairs, all the food is inexplicably the right temperature for them. She greets everyone with a good morning and a 'did you sleep well?'. Also, she still tucks Mirabel into bed💗💗💗

Julieta: goodnight, Te amo mi bebita preciosa!

Mirabel: mam!

🗡- Badass hc- as a teenager, when people would bully her brother, she'd make a patch of rock hard bread to throw at them😈😈😈 she's a protective mam and will be very stern to the parents of the children who hurt them.

❓- Anything else you want: you can't say she wouldn't pull a 'I'll krump with you sweetie!'

[cordrot]

name:      cherry!  pronouns:    she/her.    she/her preference of communication:     i prefer disco usually!   i feel like things normally start off on tumblr ims and then it’s a natural progression to discord,   but i also don’t mind just hopping straight in from disco!  most active muse:    currently,   it’s tess because the brainrot is so unbelievably real but @ltdice is always taking up most of my (1) braincell so there’s that too experience / how many years:     god i really don’t know how long i’ve been doing this i mean it’s been so long?!   it’s almost a bit of a blur really but i’m pretty sure i started out when i was around 12 years old so that would be around   ...   12 years now.   holy cow that’s half my life platforms you use:     tumblr and disco!   i’ve been a lot more active on disco lately just because things are a bit busy with work and what not and it’s also just a lot easier / more accessible.   but i am still predominantly on tumblr,   esp with the creation of this tess blog because this has really bolstered my muse to be writing on here!  best experience:      honestly?   i think this past year and a bit has been my best experience on here simply because of the people that i’ve met and gotten close to?   i’ve been writing on tumblr for a really long time and for a lot of that time,   i was writing in groups and we all know that the lifespan of groups is not particularly great so i was involving myself in a lot of stop/start development?   and then when i finally made the switch to indie,   i was definitely enjoying it more too but i also think that the connections i made initially were a lot more surface level and not as meaningful to me in comparison to the connections i have now?   like i truly appreciate the friends i have made on here so much,   no matter how much or how little we chat,   i know that there’s a genuine level of support,  care and connection there?   which has really made my time on here so much better honestly!  rp pet peeves:    oh gosh i don’t know i feel like honestly not a lot actually annoys me on here idk if that sounds weird maybe i just don’t follow annoying people ... lol but i’ve never been a fan of guilt tripping of course,   like making people feel bad if you’re lacking interaction or something when you might not be trying to get interaction yourself?   i also am not a huge fan of,   i don’t really know how to word this,   but i feel like entitlement might be a good word?   like if you follow someone and then softblock them because they haven’t made an attempt to interact yet but you haven’t either?   everything on here is a two way street and i think sometimes people forget that!   you have to put in effort and interest to get it back from others as well.   because i also think maybe sometimes people forget that this is just a hobby and sometimes we’re not always around all the time but that shouldn’t be taken as a sign of disinterest either!  fluff,   angst,   or smut:      honestly i am a sucker for angst i just love?!   being hurt!   it’s as simple as that!   but i also love fluff so much because i think it’s so wonderful to be able to develop and write about the softer sides of relationships/friendships/etc it’s just so sweet!   and smut is totally dependent on the relationship between the muses + the relationship i have with the mun too.   i feel like in past years i haven’t written a ton of smut just because i don’t think i’m really that good at it anyway but in more recency,   it’s been something i’m more interested in exploring if the circumstances call for it!  plots or memes:     both!!   i love chatting about plots like i could ramble all day about plot ideas and dynamics etc,   so it’s something i enjoy a lot!   but i also think memes are a great way to get things started too which is why i always frame my memes in a way that makes it easy   ( or,    i would hope so at least )    for people to use it as a starter if they wish to!  long or short replies:   i think i probably fall somewhere in between long and short,   really?!   but it all depends on my mood as well as the thread itself.   i can definitely write a lot if the situation calls for it best time to write:      if i’m working from home,   i like to write during the day sometimes if i have a bit of free time here and there but i do most of my writing i think in the evenings!  are you like your muses:      in some ways,  yes!   i tend to be drawn to quite chaotic muses so in that case yes because i am very chaotic?!   but a lot of the similarities between the muses i like writing are the fact that they’re certified badasses who can kick your ass and look good doing it but i can confirm that i am ..... not that so 🤍

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[dongofthewolf]

Hello! May I request a number 8 or number 11? She/her pronouns are preferred :) thx!!

I Despise That I Adore You

Abby Anderson X Reader

Prompt: 8. Hands brushing unexpectedly 11. Secret relationship

Warnings: swearing, fluff

Link to the prompt list here

A/N: I kind of decided last minute to write like 1.5k more words for this fic because uhhhh idk but I hope you enjoy (especially if you requested it) !!

A/N: I also didn’t realize you only requested one of the two prompts so I accidentally wrote both LOL but thanks for the request(s) !!

You have always had a very dichotomous view on life; you believed that you either liked a person, or you didn’t. It was a simple notion and a digestible one at that, but never did you think that a touch—a single accidental touch from someone you most definitely didn’t like, could wreck your world this way. 

You were at a briefing for an upcoming mission. It was a long, drawn out process that you dreaded, but what made it even worse was Abby. Okay, maybe not Abby specifically, but the fact that she could sit there at six in the morning and look so effortlessly beautiful, annoyed you more than you could say. Her outfit was the same as it almost always was; a simple grey tank top with green cargo pants and boots. Nothing extraordinary or outstanding, but you still couldn’t help but find it annoyingly attractive when she crossed her fucking enormous arms over her chest like that. God, she wasn’t even trying and you were losing it.

You didn’t like Abby—you couldn’t like her. How could you possibly like her when every single sign told you not to? She was stubborn and closed off, always shielding herself from the world with some serious facade you knew was bullshit. Maybe Abby did flirt with you occasionally and perhaps you did participate in it sometimes, but that all meant nothing. And anyways, even if you did like Abby (which you obviously didn’t) it would hurt you too much when she inevitably left you for someone prettier or cooler or smarter, and you didn’t need that right now.

Abby was all types of wrong and you knew that, which is why you were so utterly puzzled by this small, electric touch. It wasn’t even longer than a second, but as soon as it happened your heart felt like it had just been squeezed like a fucking lemon.

The briefing was finally over and you were quick to leave so you could actually get some sustenance for your body, and then it happened. You hadn’t even noticed that Abby was there when you dashed out the small exit of the military tent until you felt the smallest brush of her hand against yours. You paused to look back at Abby and she was looking at you too, and you swear it would’ve taken a damn machete to cut through the tension between those few, fleeting seconds of stillness. 

Your hand burned from where it had grazed Abby’s and you clenched your fingers into a fist to try and relieve yourself from the sensation. Promptly shoving your hand behind your back to hide it from Abby’s inquisitive gaze, you slowly backed away with your eyes still fixed to hers. And though there was a great amount of distance between the two of you, you noticed something in her stare. You weren’t sure if it was just your brain being stupid or manipulative, but you could’ve sworn you saw the slightest hint of endearment in Abby’s eyes. 

You tried to back away quicker but nearly fell over because of a stray root in the ground that you definitely weren’t looking at, and you could see Abby snort as she tried to hold back her laughter. Smiling nervously, you turned around and bolted towards the cafeteria. It was way too early for this.

Hoping to find some solace in a burrito, you practically ran to the cafeteria, but before you could even smell that lovely tortilla blanket, someone caught you. Abby was breathing slightly heavier than usual when she pulled you aside, practically trapping you against the wall behind you.

“Why are you running from me?” 

Abby’s arm was leaning on the wall next to your head and it took every ounce of willpower not to stare at her massive biceps. “I’m not running from you.”

“Um, I think the fact that I literally just sprinted after you, says something slightly different.” Abby used her other hand to brush a strand of hair away from her face. “So are we going to talk about it, or are you just going to run again?” 

You crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Talk about what?”

Abby gestured her hands awkwardly between the two of you. “Us—this. Whatever this is.”

“Abby, I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about, but even if I did, it wouldn’t matter. So if you’ll excuse me, I need to grab some food now.” You ducked under Abby’s arm and began walking away but her next words stopped you in your tracks.

“I don’t understand you, I really don’t.” Abby was pacing now, her hands moving wildly as she spoke. “It’s like… sometimes you’re cold and distant and running away from me, and I just kind of accept it. I mean, even though it’s not like I’ve ever done anything to make you hate me this much, it obviously won’t help my situation if I continue to flirt with you. But then the next day I’ll catch you looking at me in that way and-”

“In what way?” You interrupted.

“Seriously?” Abby cocked her eyebrow, her mouth curled into an annoyed smirk as she rolled her eyes. “You look at me like you’re not sure whether you want to pounce me or punch me in the face.” 

She said it so plainly that you were speechless for a second, was it seriously that obvious? There was so much going through your head right now, but the one thing that stuck with you was the fact that you agreed with her. Though it’s not like you could ever admit it, so instead you opted for some good ol’ denial. “I do not.”

Abby was quick to respond, like she had anticipated your answer. “You do, and you know what? I honestly have no problem with it. In fact, I encourage it! I mean if you weren’t so confusing, I’d have asked you out by now. You’re gorgeous and smart and a major badass on the field, but I just have no idea what you want from me.”

The last sentence threw you for a loop and before you knew it, your heart was doing the squeezing thing again. Did she truly think you were all those things? 

Thinking about it, perhaps your problem wasn’t that you hated Abby. After all, it’s not like the reasons you disliked her were of any merit anyways. In fact, you kind of admired Abby when she wasn’t being a cocky bastard, but that still didn’t mean you could date her. Sure, she was kind of hot, and maybe you found her just the slightest bit charming, but you couldn’t possibly put yourself on the spot like that. Not only was she all types of wrong, Abby was also your superior, and Lord knows the scandal that dating her would transpire. 

Finally finding some semblance of composure, you spoke hesitantly. “Abby you’re my superior and if people found out I- we just can’t, okay? I’m sorry.” You internally cringed at your words. It was such a stupid excuse but you still couldn’t help but fear the backlash you would receive for this. 

Abby took a second to think before speaking. “Can I ask you a question?” 

You didn’t say anything, just nodded your head slightly.

“Do you like me?” Abby’s eyes were sort of wide and almost hopeful, and you felt a slight tinge of remorse because you weren’t sure you could give her an answer. It was a simple question, but something inside you just couldn’t manage to form a proper response. 

“Whether I like you or not doesn’t matter Abby, we can’t be together. I’ve worked so hard to get here and I’m not going to be belittled or ridiculed because I can’t keep my emotions in check.” 

“So what you’re saying is… there are emotions to keep in check?” There was a hint of mischief in her tone and a smile on her face. You don’t think you’ve ever groaned so loudly.

“I did not say that.”

“It was implied.”

Abby chuckled to herself, taking a step towards you with every punctuated word. “Okay, let’s say that hypothetically you do have feelings for me, and that hypothetically I could make sure no one knew we were dating. Would you go out with me then?

You scoffed as you took a step towards her, your bodies now just inches from each other. “Oh yeah? And hypothetically, how would you do that?” 

“It's simple, we date in secret.” Abby said it so nonchalantly that you thought she was joking. It took a few moments of awkward silence before you realized that she was serious.

“You’re kidding? That would never work.”

“Um first of all, I’m always serious, and second of all, did you forget that we are literally trained to be stealthy? I think if we can handle clickers, we can handle a secret relationship. Honestly Y/N, it seems like the only problem here is that you’re scared of going out with me because…” Abby took another step towards you, backing you against the wall with her arms crossed in front of her chest. “you’re afraid you’ll fall for me.”

You were utterly speechless. You wanted so badly to respond with a snarky comeback or a cheap insult, but as much as you hated to admit it, you were totally afraid of going out with her. Commitment is horrifying and complicated and you’ve gone your whole life trying to avoid it. But now? Abby was offering you a simple solution and before your mind could begin to consider the downsides to this, you answered.

“Fine. But if we get caught, it’s on you.”

And just like that, your secret relationship with Abby began. 

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It only took the first two dates for you to warm up to Abby—though you were incredibly apprehensive about all of it at first—it wasn't long before she had successfully charmed her way to your heart. And though you’d never admit it out loud, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t having at least a little bit of fun. It was thrilling running around with Abby like this; late-night dates, stolen looks during briefings, clandestine touches while passing each other in the halls, the way she seemed to be just a little bit more protective of you during patrols. You revelled in the way she held you when no one was around, when it was just the two of you. 

It had almost been two months, and hiding a secret relationship with Abby was getting surprisingly more difficult. You figured it was likely a product of the fact that after your first kiss, Abby couldn’t seem to keep her hands off of you. It seemed as though someone was somehow lurking around every corner of this damn stadium, and the amount of times Abby had to sneak out of your room in the morning before your roommate woke up was honestly getting kind of absurd. 

However, one major upside that’s come out of this deal is that you no longer despised briefings. In fact—now that you and Abby had this strange arrangement—you almost looked forward to mission briefings. The fondness for them was partly because you got to stare at Abby with adoration rather than anger, but mostly it was because you got to tease her like there was no tomorrow during them.

It was another early briefing and Isaac was droning on about… patrols? Or maybe it was borders, you weren’t really sure. Instead of focusing on his dull rambles, your mind was wandering elsewhere. 

Abby was sitting in the seat next to you, her legs spread out while she leaned her toned forearms on the table in front of her. Keeping your eyes focused on Isaac, you brushed your knee against Abby’s just slightly before letting your hand slowly creep closer to her leg. Abby immediately knew what you were doing, quickly turning her attention towards you with a small tilt of her head. And though your eyes were fixed on the man in front of you, you knew she had a cautious look on her face. 

A small smirk crept onto your lips as you let your hands make their way higher and higher till it was resting on her thigh. Letting it linger there, you traced little circles with your fingers, noting the way Abby covered her face with her hand to hide her expression before you gave her leg the smallest squeeze. Abby jumped in her seat and the whole room immediately turned their attention to her. Trying to hide her obvious freak-out Abby cleared her throat before asking some stupid question about intercepting the target while you did your best not to laugh next to her. When she finally finished rambling and the focus was off of her, Abby snuck you the smallest look, the kind of look that said “I’m totally going to get you for that later”. 

At the end of the briefing, you noticed Abby making conversation with Manny near the exit of the military tent and an idea popped into your head. You made sure to look straight ahead as you nonchalantly walked out the exit before letting your hand brush up against Abby’s while you passed by. It still shocked you sometimes; somehow after nearly two months of hiding your relationship, her touch still managed to send you soaring. The familiar burn against your fingertips from your not-so-accidental accidental touch still lingering on your hand like an imprint—her imprint. 

You looked back at her with a mischievous smirk on her face and she rolled her eyes before whispering something to Manny. Walking away knowingly, you were unsurprised when she cornered you behind a cement pillar with her hands on your hips and her mouth hungrily on yours. Abby spoke with her mouth still against yours, refusing to break the kiss.

“You know, for someone who was so adamant about having a secret relationship, you sure seem to enjoy attracting attention to us.”

You smiled into the kiss, your fingers moving to play with the end of her braid before giving it the smallest tug. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

Abby groaned and you chuckled at her expression when you pulled away from her lips, causing Abby to nearly face-plant into the pillar behind you. You giggled, smiling at Abby teasingly before feigning an annoyed tone as you turned away from her with your arms crossed. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to grab some food now.” 

[melodramatic-writing]

Can you write Bigender!Light realizes he's bigender? Thanks!

first of all, i am sorry for the delay but!!! inspiration finally did hit me :D i have quite a few requests to catch up on but yeah idk when i’ll do the other ones ^^ i hope you like this even after all the wait ^^ <3

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Light wanted to just go about his day as usual. To wake up at 5 am, go to school, go home, go to afternoon school, go home and do homework, eat dinner, study a bit more and go to bed early. But those plans were interrupted when one of his classmates asked for help with some homework. Light isn’t quite sure why he agreed, but he was also sure he’d be fine without studying as much for one single evening.

That classmate of his, he didn’t know their name, was nonbinary.

Light himself had never put much thought into questioning his gender up until that point, he’d never had a reason to do so. Light had always just accepted being a guy, though he never would’ve said that was a huge part of his identity. It was just something arbitrary that never really mattered to him.

As Light was helping this classmate, the two of them started to eventually get off track in the conversation. Sometime in that conversation, Light had asked them how they found out that they’re nonbinary. As Light listened to them talking about their experiences and how they felt before they found out something dawned on him.

Light related to everything they mentioned about the time before they realized it. At least kinda. Light didn’t exactly feel like them, like neither a girl nor a boy. More like the opposite. He felt like … well, he wouldn’t mind being either or both. Light was confused.

Light felt like this was going to lead to a major realization. But also, Light didn’t want to think about this right now.

About half an hour later, they had managed to get back on topic and Light’s classmate ended up successfully understanding the material now. They thanked Light profusely and Light left to go home.

In the time they’d studied together, it had started raining. It was already pretty late, but surprisingly Light didn’t mind. Tokyo was a really pretty city at night, and Light’s way home wasn’t all that long anyway. However, on that way, Light was thinking very much, about that conversation they’d had earlier.

Light thought about pronouns and realized that he didn’t only like he/him pronouns, but she also liked she/her. She wasn’t sure about they/them yet, but Light knew that he didn’t have to figure everything out immediately. She was surprised at how casual this realization felt to him, as if he’d already known deep down. He wondered why she’d never thought about this before. Light was glad that he had agreed to help this classmate.

They had really changed her life forever and she was sure she’d never forget this conversation. Ironically enough though, Light still didn’t know their name. But it didn’t matter too much to her, they were just a classmate after all. And she knew that he most likely wouldn’t see them again when they all graduated.

When Light had arrived at home, her family was already deep asleep. Light quietly made his way up the stairs to his bedroom. She turned on the lights and sat down at her desk. She knew that it was time to go to sleep, especially since getting enough sleep was really important to her usually, but right now, his priorities were different. He wanted to research a but about nonbinary genders, because she really wanted to know what specific identity she fell under.

And yes, she knew that labels aren’t the most important thing and that she had all the time in the world to actually figure this out, but still.

It didn’t take her that long to find a list of some common nonbinary genders with definitions. The list was fairly long, but Light had always been a really fast reader, so she didn’t bat an eye at the length of it. After she finished reading through it all, he was quite surprised that he already felt like one of the terms fit him so well. Bigender. That was just so fitting for her. She felt like she had just gotten to know herself a lot better. And he was so glad about that.

[lovee-infected]

I enjoy reading character analysis to understand them more and I've also noticed that some insert fics are like too exagerated and their personalities are far from the canon twst. I think some writers are just basing their fics to others and and makes conclusion about it and ignore important details or text on their cards?* And as a reader, I do sometimes think that "this" character are like that. Like Vil, being portrayed as narcisstic and beauty obssessed charac, I think he isnt like that and theres more to him than we think. Sorry for the long ask✌️

You're totally valid anon and I see your point, you know while I agree that each idea and interpretation on characters is worthy on its own and no one is bound to having a specific opinion or belief, getting too wild with personal fantasies and ignoring the originals can totally ruin the writing. Characters are often mischaracterized especially in reader insert fics and the most annoying part is that almost everyone is making the same mistakes about him-! Like some of the noticable mistakes would be:

(1) Femininely has nothing to do with Vil's terms of beauty

Oh lord what can I say- It's even against what Vil himself directly said through chapter five and how he cleared his point on male and female equal, and you can tell he is pretty strict about it.

Like did you just forget what he told Epel when he complained that he doesn't want to act like a girl: “a boy getting embarrassed about ‘acting like a girl,’ -- what year is your head stuck in??? did you take a time machine from 100 years ago??”

He doesn't seem to be one to appreciate the concept of labeling beauty as a female-only thing and on the other hand, he doesn't really seem to like the way women can be looked down on while being compared to men either. He seeks equality, and beauty wasn't ever defined as a feminine act in his dictionary; while there are tons of requests asking for: Vil forcing their trans s/o to wear more feminine clothes/ Vil asking their fem! s/o to wear more feminine stuff an look cuter/Vil complimenting s/o's appearance for not being feminine enough/... And literally TONS of requests like this. Please, you're forgetting one the most important parts of his personality, he considers male and female to be equal and it's so hecking important to show that he holds respect for all genders nonetheless.

(2) Vil's maturity is often ignored

Honestly, within all twst characters Vil's maturity on its own really impresses me. From the way he speaks to how serious and sincere he is all I gotta say is this man is waaay different from the way he's charactetized in most of the fics. Idk why but, he's sometimes charactetized as a guy who's ready to boil you alive if you dare touch any of his expensive make up pallettes or eyeshadows. Oh please, Vil isn't an angry child.

Also he often decides to keep his anger in, though you can tell when he's mad by just looking at his face. Clinching fists, trying not to talk and most likely, walking off or asking people to leave him alone until he calms down a bit is most likely his usual way of expressing his anger, but I've seen him being described as a loud, feral figure like Riddle is! Oh god no- Are you just ignoring how calm and collected Vil often tends to be?

(3) What's with the potato fetish?

While it's canon that Vil can sometimes call people around him potato. You may like to know that in some languages, potato is translated as "Apple of the ground", which can be an interesting reason of him using this nickname for people.

Watching Vil call students potatoes can be as entertaining as watching Malleus play with his tamagotchi, but again, it's important to realize that you don't have to only use potato when you're thinking of what Vil might say in a reader insert/situation!

Come on there are hundreds of different statements and sentences you can use other than just 'potatoes' and it'll get boring to read him saying the same nick name over and over in a fic. Good lord of course this isn't the only word he uses in communication so please try to avoid using it too much. This, is NOT the only word that he knows to use! (Seriously though I've seen being used like 6 times in a 500-word drabble)

(4) Please avoid spreading false information about him and his personality

Funny how I'm saying it here, but don't forget that you do not own him! Vil Schoenheit is a property of Disney/ Aniplex and all, which means that no one can certainly decide on his sexuality/ background/ unexplained character details unless it's officially announced.

Why am I saying this? Because some people are seriously going to far! I've seen people attacking others saying that Vil's pronouns are She/Her and not He/ Him like: EXCUSE ME...???

I don't want to get into details explaining how this drama is going but I've got to say something anyway, YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO DECIDE ON HIS PRONOUNS! None of us do!

It's totally okay to have your personal preferences on his pronouns or anything else, but you must avoid spreading such information and forcing them on others as long as they aren't confirmed! Please keep your headcanons for yourself and don't confuse the fandom with them. Everyone's free to have their own headcanons but it's never okay to force them on others!

(5) Vil has a LOT to talk about other than just beauty!

Man... sometimes I feel like the fandom is just doing him dirty. Most of the reader inserts, fics , and even Vil memes have something to do with beauty while it's important to try and look through his personality as well instead of just sticking with the beauty aspect.

For example, through the Halloween event, I couldn't be any more surprised when Vil found the crying child who had lost their parents through the crowd and instead of just leaving them to headmaster or asking someone to take care of them he actually started to play with the child and entertrain and confront them on his own! That was probably one of his sweetest moments through the whole game and it really changed my mind about him! It was great to know that Vil as well can have a softer side when it comes to children, just imagine how good this can be used while writing a father AU for him!

His talents on the other hand need to be recognized, for example: his acting skills back in the ghost marriage proved how much of a great actor he can be and this can also give us lots of ideas to use in writings. On the other hand he's much of a celebrity on his own ( Woop- he's also got 2m followers on magicam) which gives us another great plot to write for him.

The way he is around close friends, how he compliments them and gets complimented by them in return, the way he manages Pomefiore and tries to put the students into doing their best in using their skills and lots of more interesting details that can be found through his stories are there to tell you that he's a lot more than just a beautiful Queen. A considerable part of his background as well is going to be released at he end of chapter 5 (Yes baby after the overblot Vil) and I hope that gives us all the opportunity to come up with stronger personalities and plots next time that we're describing or even, characterizing Vil!

Lmao I kind of rushed to finish this so I didn't get to talk about him as much as I wanted to, but hope that this is useful anyway.

[multiplefandomsblog]

Mikan x Reader x Nagito SFW and NSFW hcs

request; Mikan x Reader x Nagito SFW and NSFW hcs, please!

warnings; fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, TW!!! Syringes and needles, NSFW, panty-gagging, bondage, minor blood play, fear play, knife play, kinda yandere territory?? Idk, just kinda dark content, taboo, reader has gender-neutral parts and pronouns\pet names, cussing, riding, thigh riding, minor dacryphillia, kinda all over the place

note; sorry it took so long! I had to play a bit sdr2 to get a better idea of Mikan’s character lmaoo- also, I feel like I focused more on Mikan rather than Nagito, and for that, I’m sorry T_T It’s just that, I had already written a Nagito NSFW hcs, so I didn’t have much to write? But don’t worry, I still wrote a lot for him, just not as much as Mikans. Hope you enjoy <3

≈SFW≈

◊ A relationship with the two would be kinda high-maintenance. Seeing as how they are both self-deprecating, you’d have to constantly take care of them and angrily love them until they get the fact that you love them no matter what, into their thick-skulls.

◊ I think if Mikan ever said something self-deprecating about herself, Nagito would immediately shut those thoughts down, praising her about how radiant she and her hope is. Throwing in some, “How could you say that about yourself? You’re exceedingly hopeful and remarkably generous to be with someone such as me.” ––And now it was Mikan’s turn to shut his thoughts down, “But N-Nagito, you and S/o are the ones w-who are so nice and generous to me! Uuaaa! I-I’m sorry to have made you say such things..! I s-should’ve kept my mouth shut!” It’d kind of go back and forth like a ping pong ball of shitty self-esteem.

◊ Nagito is always shocked whenever anyone of you say self-deprecating things, you always catch him off guard. He still finds it unbelievable how people as talented as you two, say such terrible things about yourselves. He goes on a whole hope rant until your heads hurt, successfully emptying out your mind of self-loathing things and filling it with fucking pain. 

◊ If someone ever decided to pick on Nagito, he wouldn’t care, he’s convinced he deserves it. But when he sees someone picking on his hopes? Bitch what?

◊ He’s actually pretty protective of the two of you, he takes offence himself when he sees someone bringing down his hopes, something he worships. How dare they? Especially since he knows how sensitive Mikan is, he gets reasonably heated. Even so, you won’t catch Nagito being very obviously angry, his poker face is surprisingly effective. Unfortunately, Nagito’s face is too cute effective to seem threatening. It’s almost always his words that send the oppressor sprinting for their life, never his grim expression.

◊ Remember, Nagito is willing to do anything to preserve hope, anything. Leading to him muttering shit like, “The perfect sacrifice!” and, “Well hey! At least you won’t be dying for despair, you’ll be dying for hope!” 

◊ Something I feel like Nagito never forgets to do, is to say common greetings, and phrases, like; “Good morning!” or, “Dinner’s ready!” He doesn’t know why, but it always makes him feel really happy when he says that; it's like, a way to prolong the normality of his life with you two in it. Of course, being the boyfriend of two extremely talented people, and being the ultimate lucky student himself definitely doesn't guarantee normal, he still likes to think and act like the life he's living is just a little bit normal.

◊ He does all these things mostly because he wants to make you both happy, he wants that gratification that he’s doing alright. So give the man some well-deserved praises, he’ll flush and kiss you in thanks, despite not being 100% convinced. 

◊ It makes Nagito really happy whenever the two of you tell him you love him. However, if either of you had trouble saying ‘I love you’, he wouldn’t be too bothered. He may love receiving praise from the both of you, but he loves giving it more.

◊ I head-canon Nagito love doing domestic things. Although he doesn’t want to admit it, he craves a normal life, a life without any ultimate talents that he has to worry about. Doing domestic things makes him feel human, more relaxed, letting him forget about the danger that always seems to follow him.

◊ Nagito would be happy cleaning anything! Even blood :D! 

◊ Mikan is always worried about disappointing you both. The pedestal that Nagito puts her on, kind of freaks her out because she feels as if she has to be perfect for him. So please, please, please reassure her that she’ll always be perfect for the both of you, no matter what she does; it couldn’t change anything.

◊ Mikan can’t really relax at all, she’s constantly overthinking about what she wants to say without it seeming offensive and freaking out terribly when she slips up. So I think that when she sleeps, it’s the most precious thing ever. She overworks herself a lot by doing hospital work, sometimes torturing herself by staying up to go over all the guilt and embarrassment she experienced during the day. 

◊ So when Mikan finally falls asleep, she sleeps like a rock. She only ever gets sleep when her body physically cannot handle it anymore, despite the things she says about having good sleeping habits, she seems to believe it only applies to you two. 

◊ I head-canon that Mikan doesn’t like getting touched suddenly, so before she passes out from exhaustion, make sure you warn her before cuddling her. She’ll probably just mutter out something incoherent, but it’s good to ask.

◊ You and Nagito both aw over how adorable she looks as she sleeps, she looked so soft and peaceful, not a single trace of worry on her delicate features. 

◊ Cuddling with Mikan and Nagito would be a dream. Mikan is extremely warm, almost like a human heat pad. Nagito is always cold, his feet and hands that brush against your skin and hers always make you both shiver. Even so, the mix of temperatures are surprisingly pleasant. 

◊ During winter, Nagito would cling to the both of you for dear life, his naturally cold skin combined with the weather feeling like death. 

◊ Eventually, Nagito would get sick and Mikan would have to take care of him. You and Mikan both teamed up to nurse Nagito back to health. Mikan doing most of the professional stuff and you sterilizing her tools and getting her stuff.

◊ Mikan becomes noticeably more confident and assertive when she’s in the ‘nurse zone’, and to be honest, it was kind of hot. Watch as you tell her that, and her whole stern attitude dissolves as her cheeks turn as red as Nagito’s sickly red cheeks. Ugh it’s adorable

◊ Mikan is really happy being in a relationship with the both of you, as she constantly has this fear of being hated and unwanted, being with the two of you and having you both show affection to her on a daily basis, makes her feel overjoyed. Yet, she still has a big fear of messing up with you both and screwing up her entire relationship with you two. 

◊ Even though you reassure her all the time that you’re not with her because you pity her, she still has that thought gnawing at the back of her head at times. Coming back to torment her as you tell her you love her. Even so, she couldn’t care less if your love sprouted from something worse, she believes she should be thankful for even the slightest attention you give her.

(random head-canon)

◊ So we all know Mikan’s(almost disturbing so) obsession with syringes, right? So to satisfy her urge for using syringes, you and Nagito had a plan that you thought she would love(you mostly did this so she would stop asking if you wanted shots-). Recently, Nagito had been taking some baking classes in secret and he had learned about this thing where people would inject stuff inside buns and pastries. Like, custard, chocolate filling, etc. And he immediately thought of the syringe-crazed Mikan he and you both shared a mutual love for.

◊ So now you’ve all created a tradition where whenever Mikan is feeling down or craving the way the needle sinks into human skin, you and Nagito would bake together and make the custard and everything, whipping out the food syringes for Mikan to play with. When she first caught sight of the syringes, she was a bit confused, “T-there are shots f-for… bread?” After giggling at her confusion, you explained what the technique was, Nagito demonstrating as you explained. After watching him swiftly push the filling inside the plump bun, she instantly felt the need to try it! 

◊ She tried her best not to seem too eager, not wanting to scare you or creep you away. Ultimately, her efforts were wasted as you saw her giddy smile and bounce in her step as she copied Nagito’s movements. 

◊ The first few times were a fail, as a result of Mikan feeling really bad for messing it up. Though before she could apologize, you quickly shoved a bun in her mouth. “MmpH??”

◊ Very delicious! aaand very effective for shutting up self-deprecating boyfriends and girlfriends.

≈NSFW≈

◊ I head-canon for both Nagito and Mikan to be into fear play. Mikan enjoys giving fear play, and Nagito enjoys receiving it so it works out perfectly!

◊ Though I bet this isn’t a popular opinion, I think Mikan is secretly a dom.

◊ During the foreplay, she’d act all subby, letting you bite at her neck and letting out cute moans, fooling you both completely. Her subby personality was just a ruse, you soon learned after she started pinning you down. As things get more heated, Nagito finds himself tied and you find yourself, gagged by her own panties.

◊ Mikan kind of loses it a bit during sex, so you’d have to remind her occasionally not to get too rough because once she’s in her dom headspace, she forgets everything except for the fact she has two perfect subs for her. 

◊ ^^ In all honesty, you’d have to be in a relationship with Mikan for a long time for her to finally reveal that side of herself to the both of you.

◊ Small parts of her sadistic side would show, but you would brush it off as her being bratty. Clearly, that was not the case.

◊ Mikan enjoys sex because sometimes she feels as if that’s the only time she can be comfortable enough to truly be herself and not overthink if you didn’t like her or her kinky side. 

◊ Nagito is kind of like, the perfect pet for Mikan, he’s always aiming to praise and please you both, and so she thought he was the perfect little cumdump for her. 

◊ Mikan and Nagito are definitely more on the giving side, with the rare occasions where Mikan would want you to pleasure her instead. 

◊ She is very demanding when she wants you to make her feel good, unlike her usual self. It gives Nagito and you whiplash, but it also gives you a rush of anticipation. You both are basically her loyal pets that she can do whatever she wishes with, whatever it is, it’s all up to her. So you’re both just eagerly waiting for her next instructions, despite knowing that whatever she says, you won’t be able to deny. You both completely submit to her, and she loves it. 

◊ If she felt like you both needed a punishment, she would have you ride her thigh, each of you humping one of her legs desperately to get off, chanting her name like a fucking prayer. She’d gently caress both of your heads as you both grunted and whimpered from her muscle bouncing against the parts where you needed it most.

◊ She definitely has a mistress and/or mommy kink, for sure. She loves the power trip.

◊ Seriously though, imagine both Nagito and Mikan sucking at any parts of your skin they come in contact with. They wouldn’t let you breathe for one second, overstimulating and fucking you until you see stars. Your body would be writhing and twitching from the overwhelming amount of pleasure you received from the two, you felt as if they were teaming up on you and giving you a double combo kick to your genitals-

◊ Mikan would be straddling your upper torso with her thighs, Nagito going down on you behind her. He’d wrap your legs around his head, letting you pull his head closer to you with your legs. Mikan would be grinding against your stomach, her back arched as she leaned down to nip at the skin of your neck, holding your arms above your head with one hand, a small knife in the other. You craned your neck away from the knife she held against your throat, moaning weakly as she pressed the blade against your skin slightly. 

◊ Your eyes glossed over as you tried not to flinch away from Nagito’s mouth that was overstimulating you–quite intensely, might I add–, yet your efforts were futile as you ended up arching your back suddenly, accidentally pressing your skin on the blade as a result of the fervour from the third orgasm Nagito had given you. Mikan’s sadistic giggles filled the room as you whimpered at the burning feeling on your neck, her leaning down to lick your small wound clean. 

◊ “You know darling, I could just slit your throat at any time, any time at all.” The intense way Mikan stared at you sent shivers down your spine, “I have complete control, you don’t have a choice in this matter.” Gliding the tip of her knife down the middle of your chest, almost as if she was planning to carve you open. “Isn’t that amazing?”

◊ Nagito loves fear play, he entrusts his life entirely to the both of you, so just the rush of knowing your most loved and trusted ones could kill you at any moment, gets him off in a twisted way. 

◊ If Mikan ever held a knife over his abdomen or throat, he’d go crazy, He’d buck his hips into your hips that rode him, as he whined and begged for Mikan. He didn’t even know exactly what he wanted, he was just babbling nonsense. His moans get louder the more Mikan presses her knife against his skin, she would have to choke him to shut him up. 

◊ While Mikan played with the knife and his life, she would have you bounce on his dick despite his dick being flaccid, and you being overstimulated. It didn’t matter if it fucking hurt, you will take it, there’s no argument. 

◊ Nagito gets off on that euphoric rush of adrenaline caused by the tip of the knife digging into his chest, he can’t get enough of it. Moans mixed in with borderline psychotic laughs as he felt his body instinctually twitch away from the cold blade. Mikan would lightly slap his face, a punishment for flinching away from her, “You can take it like a good boy, right? I know you can. Because you’re just a little pet aaaall for me, yeah?” Nagito laughed out several affirmations, bucking his hips up into your overstimulated hole from pure animal instinct. 

◊ You nearly screamed from the pressure of his up against your sweet spot, eyes widening from fear at Mikan’s head slowly turning around to look at you. Nagito let out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding when Mikan changed targets, letting Nagito take a small breather before she probably destroys that cute little ass of his.    

◊ “So cute~ Ah, Is darling crying?” She spoke in a faux-innocent tone, tilting her head at your submissive nature. “I-it’s a-a lot!” You sniffled, whimpering at her predatory gaze, “Love,” Her sadistic grin making you flinch, “I don’t care.”

◊ For aftercare, it’d take some time for Mikan to recover from her headspace. So you better enjoy it while you can, because clingy confident Mikan is a treat! She’ll nuzzle herself into your arms and Nagito’s, holding one arm from each of you. “My darlings look so fucked out, so beautiful, I wish I could see you both like this forever.” Her tone of voice was soft, she spoke almost as if she was reading a bedtime story to both of you.

◊ Once she does snap out of it, she gets scarily silent and red for a few minutes. Trying not to think about and drool from the images and noises you both had made, that she had imprinted in her memory permanently. 

◊ If she ever left you with small cuts after sex, she’d always treat them before you went to bed. She doesn’t want them to get infected the next day! 

◊ To be honest, after seeing the rough fingerprints, hickeys, and cuts on your bodies, she doesn’t even feel an ounce of guilt or regret. She enjoyed every second of that moment, it’s something that won’t leave her mind until the next time you all do this again.

[alotsgonnachange]

Danielle Bio:

Name: Danielle Dupont

Dob: Sept 7th / Virgo

Age: IDK 30 or something

Gender: cisgender woman

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 5’6

Favorite Food: Espresso, Pain au Chocolat, or a good wheaty ale

Magical Specialties: Eclectic - mostly spells and potions

Familiar: None

MBTI: ENFP-A

Patron Arcana: The Sun

Ethnicity: I made up a country called Korgelsberg which is like France/Luxembourg vibes but with less money

Family: Orphan! Literally no idea!

Ocupation: Sex Shop owner

Love Interest(s): [explosion sounds]

Personality:

Danielle is energetic, charming, and amusing to interact with on a surface level. A saleswoman first and foremost, it’s a front that often doesn’t seem super genuine to some. Once you get to know her better, she’s actually very interested in having deep and philosophical conversations about anything, but particularly science and chemistry and sex. She fancies herself a collector and lives a maximalist life - finding that she often accumulates a growing menagerie of stuff whether it’s useful for her shop or just for her own interests. Despite this, she’s quite organized and deeply values routine. She can lose track of time very easily and is prone to missing or forgetting important things. She feels her emotions very deeply and often copes with this in ways that are less than productive.

Magic overview:

Danielle is something of an eclectic practitioner who specializes in sexual magic. What this consists of can include things as innocuous as candles, lotions, serums, tinctures, and lubricants. On the more complex side, she’ll have sex toys, outfits, tools, and other enhancers that she either makes or orders from vendors. Most of this involves a lot of knowledge of potions, chemistry, spells, and ingredients. She’s mostly self taught and considers herself to constantly be in a state of research. She also dabbles in visual and beautifying magic, along with facilitating intricate self care spells and rituals.

Height and Appearance

Danielle is the shortest, she is probably less than 5’6. She is also the palest. She has good facial structure and is very conventionally attractive, big blue eyes, pouty lips, blonde hair. She tends to wear makeup when she’s out and about. She’s busty and hourglass shaped. her stomach and thighs are chubby and if she gains or loses weight it’s there. She keeps her hair very long and cares for it meticulously to keep it in blonde ringlets. Her hair is like her CHILD ok. Secretly would like to dye it black at some point.

Dirndl style dresses (with and without the cinch like bodice). not super formal. may sometimes wear a scarf over her hair if it’s windy. Not afraid to get dirty but needs to look cute doing it. She has many comfortable dresses in blues, greens, whites and tans. Doesn’t like to wear blacks or purples Or reds.

Abridged Backstory

Danielle was born without any family or ties whatsoever and is unaware of her origins. She spent most of her formative years being bounced from orphanage to orphanage, some good, some bad. She did not have many real parental figures and had many behavioral problems (as one would expect). Once she began exhibiting magical abilities, she found ways to market herself selling flowers and offering services however she could. Unfortunately she spent many years resorting to theft and trickery to survive.

Her first ever job she got as a Busgirl/barmaid at an inn in an area that would resemble switzerland/germany. She would clean up and serve drinks and food and sing along to old Lieder that would often play in the establishment. Eventually her singing was noticed by a patron who offered to teach her lessons and employ her at the Opera house, which she accepted and this would become her first source of real income and security. She relocated and worked at the same performing arts center as Isabella and Ivan (Mutual friend of Isabella and Danielle).

Her time at the Opera house went well at first but she did a bit of self sabotage by being unprofessional and perhaps…breaking up a marriage and eventually called it quits and decided she wanted to go off on her own, much to Isabella’s chagrin. She’s spent most of her life in a semi-nomadic state, picking up knowledge, items, experiences, and hookups. She decided she wanted to open up her own shop at this point. She got in a real relationship but with a literal criminal and got caught up in both an abusive relationship and a crime syndicate which was messy and traumatizing for her, but she managed to escape and throw herself into learning/planning her shop in all of her spare time. However it’s permanently altered her trust, so forming new relationships will be difficult for her.

As A Friend: A good person to have on your side. She’s funny, charming, and ridiculous. She could use people in her life who are good influences and not likely to take advantage of her or make her feel small. She loves giving gifts (which can vary from expensive and rare to “do you want this eggshell???”) and gossip. She tends to ramble, and also would be over the moon if you would just let her talk for 3…or 35 minutes about her magical theories???? You might have to remind her of basic etiquette from time to time, but otherwise she truly means well and cares deeply for her friends. And if someone wrongs you, she is willing to do something VERY illegal to that person.

As A Lover: I’m gonna be so honest she is not for everyone. As a self proclaimed “love witch” and someone who studies sex magic and sells dildos for a living she feels like she intimidates everyone and these days worries about making a move. She fears being vulnerable and experiencing romantic love, but it is something that she wants. I think there will be some communication snags if you pursue her like not as a joke and express that you actually want her. Once there, she’s loyal, doting, and enjoys having someone to share company with even if it’s just doing domestic things.

Top and dominant. She prefers to be in control unless she knows a lover for a very long time or trusts them deeply. Very creative and of course keeps things fun and fresh due to her profession, but if you’d rather just screw without all the fancy stuff, she liked that too! It could also help her to have a long term romantic partner/fwb so she can make real connections and frankly….have better sex.

[bythenineshards]

So I've seen people talking about rewriting A//cotar and I thought it was an interesting concept. I'd prefer to write my own books but at work over the last few days I was thinking about what I would change. I also thought I'd share with the class. So these are my changes to A//cotar.

Firstly, the set up for this story is rushed, sloppy and unrealistic. Not in the sense that it's fantasy but more to do with the suspension of disbelief. F//eyre being the sole provider for her family is utterly unrealistic. This stems from the fact that Maas tends to do things in her plots that serve only to push one or two specific things. She wanted to make F//eyre superior and yet a victim. This was at the expense of something that could've been great and her laziness really shows with F//eyre's family. Now originally M//aas had no intent to bring the sisters into the story after F//eyre left but changed her mind later. As readers we got stale ass characters as a result of her pantsing. Here's how I would've handled it.

The A//rcheron's lose their wealth way earlier. N//esta is older and so is E//lain. So N//esta is 28ish, E//lain 25ish and F//eyre is still 19. They lost their wealth when F//eyre was 5. This is more realistic on the grounds that F//eyre wouldn't know how to read. All of the A//rcheron's work.

F//eyre and her Father (I would name him too) hunt, fish and trap. They go on trips to a neighboring city to sell their pelts. N//esta is the village school teacher and E//lain is a herbalist. F//eyre and their Father make more money on the pelts than E//lain and N//esta make with their jobs. F//eyre is resentful of their jobs as she and their Father get dirty in order to make their living. The reason N//esta and E//lain make less is revealed later. F//eyre and her Father have a close relationship and F//eyre hates N//esta because N//esta is often cruel in her words to their Father.

Here's the first big change to the plot. F//eyre doesn't kill the wolf. Papa A//rcheron does. They skin it and bring it home then sell it to the mercenary lady. A few nights later, T//amlin barges in demanding who killed A//ndras? Thinking that her Father is a better hunter than her, and her sisters will be broke if he is killed, F//eyre says she did. Papa A//rcheron doesn't correct this. T//amlin takes her in much the same way.

Now T//amlin. He irked me to no end in A//cotar. It is not a Beauty and the Beast story if the Beast is Sad Legolas in a mask. It is not hard to fall for a sexy elf man with abs. In my version he's half shifted. As if he was shifting into his horny wolf form when A//marantha enacted the curse. For the last 50 years he's been stuck in this odd amalgamation of man and wolf. He's fucking horrifying. Also the mask he wears has reflective glass in the eyes so she can't see his eyes.

Next thing to go is the waste of time where F//eyre tries to get word back to them or escape. It was like 2 hours in audiobook that ended up with something we already knew. Instead she'd explore the grounds, get to know T//amlin and actually fall in love with him. Maybe they bond over art or she teaches him to paint. Idk something to actually build chemistry besides abs! During this time I'd love for him to tell her about A//marantha. No more pronoun game with the mysterious "she" shit. He doesn't tell her about the curse completely. He tells her that she did this to him when he refused to be with her. And he'll be like this until he finds a way to break the curse.

Sometime passes and on the last day of the allotted time, A//marantha shows up at his borders. A messenger gets to T//amlin but A//marantha isn't far behind. Tamlin freaks out and tries to get F//eyre to leave. She refuses confessing her love for him. She kisses him and nothing changes. A//marantha appears and laughs at what happened. It's revealed that F//eyre lied about killing A//ndras. F//eyre couldn't break the curse. A//marantha clues F//eyre in about her ridiculous curse and tells her that she can't have F//eyre in the way. T//amlin uses magic to get F//eyre back to her family before A//marantha can kill her.

Back at the A//rcheron Manor, F//eyre tries to forget about T//amlin. She finds that N//esta is actually running their father merchant business and their Father is on a strict allowance. F//eyre is angered by this. This is when N//esta reveals why their family lost their wealth. Papa A//rcheron gambled it away. When their mother fell ill, he turned to drink and gambling as well as brothels. This broke their mother's heart. He lost everything and N//esta never forgave him. He was also horrible to the people in the village when he was a merchant. Selling necessary goods to the village for outrageous prices. They couldn't afford to get other traders so they had to give him what he wanted. When the A//rcherons lost their wealth, the village decided to seek vengeance. They paid N//esta and E//lain far less than what they needed. They wouldn't buy the furs he brought to town. And the only house he was allowed to buy was the cabin. N//esta and E//lain didn't tell F//eyre this because they were so close and they knew if F//eyre knew it would hurt her. N//esta and F//eyre reconcile. And F//eyre confesses she wants to go after T//amlin. She can't be without him. N//esta gives her blessing and some money to find a guide to cross the wall.

F//eyre looks for a guide and ends up finding the mercenary from before. She agrees to take F//eyre to A//marantha's domain. It's revealed that the mercenary is Fae. The Mercenary tells F//eyre to make a deal with A//marantha. Fae can't resist wagers.

They get to the mountain and F//eyre barges in. She makes a deal with A//marantha resulting in the trials (as much as I loathe them). Something like A//marantha will break the curse and release T//amlin and his court if F//eyre wins. But if F//eyre loses, gets to wipe F//eyre's memory of T//amlin and serve her forever. Now there's a few things I'd do differently. These mainly consist of F//eyre not getting handed everything.

The riddle: A//marantha gives it to F//eyre on a strip of parchment. She doesn't read it aloud.

First trial: the moment she sees the worm she covers herself in the mud and shit. She remembers what her father told her about worms when they used to fish. She also makes the trap without needing L//ucien to give her a hint. Her father taught her to hunt and she knows about the different types of traps. She still breaks her arm.

The deal with R//hys: she makes it and right after he leaves, L//ucien comes in with a potion to heal her. F//eyre also asks him to read the riddle to her. He reveals none of the Fae are allowed to.

The dirty water: instead of The Autumn Lady coming and ex machina cleans the water, F//eyre is resourceful. Maybe she finds a window. It's snowy. She dumps the dirty water melts the snow in the bucket and cleans the floor.

Cleaning R//hys's room: she fails and is tortured. Sorry but actions have consequences and F//eyre is the domain of a cruel woman. Maybe a goblin reads her Handbook for Mortals or Empress Theresa.

Second trial: either she guesses and is lucky or she recognizes the numbers in the problem and notices the answers on the levers and deduces based on addition and subtraction and what answers are available.

No drugging. No dancing. No make out with T//amlin.

Last trial: the lives she has to take are N//esta, E//lain and Papa A//rcheron. In her despair she feels the crinkle of the riddle in her pocket. She hugs N//esta and whispers to her to read the riddle to her. N//esta does. F//eyre gets it immediately.

The curse is broken. T//amlin is changed to Abs McLegolas and she gets to see his eyes for the first time. Boom. Happily ever after.