#if every interaction i have with you is stupid

[wwooyology]

── 𝄞 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 : 𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 | 𝙆.𝙃𝙅

[𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙎] : bf!hongjoong x fem!reader [𝙒𝘾] : 3.6k

[𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘿𝙄𝙏𝙎] : guitarist!hongjoong, angst if you squint, smut

[𝙇𝙔𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙎] : dating such a well-known guitarist came with its perks, but also comes with its downfalls. one day, a fangirl managed to get up close and personal with your boyfriend, and it left a sour taste in your mouth to which you ended up taking that frustration out on hongjoong who was quick to put you back in your place.

[𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄𝘼𝙇𝙎] : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, reader is a bit jelly and a brat, choking, oral (f. receiving), biting/marking, manhandling, unprotected sex, rough sex, begging, teasing, mean dom!hongjoong x bratty sub!reader, clit play, orgasm denial, edging, petnames (babygirl, baby, princess, sweetheart...), dumbification, bondage, spanking, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, possessiveness, lmk if I missed anything!!

[𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎] : ahh, thank you all so much for 4k followers it means the absolute world to me!! <33 this journey has been an interesting one, to say the least, but I'll save all of the sappy stuff for a later date, haha, but here is the first part of this eight-part event; I hope you all enjoy it!!

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[𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙇 𝙍𝙀𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏] : 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 [𝟒 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝟗 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙅𝙊𝙊𝙉𝙂 😵‍💫] ─ 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 : [𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙒𝙃𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙊.] 𝙖𝙣𝙙 [𝘼𝘾𝙏 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝘼 𝘽𝙍𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙄’𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝘼 𝘽𝙍𝘼𝙏.] ─ 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩?

[𝙔𝙀𝙎] 𝙤𝙧 [𝙉𝙊]

𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩! 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧?

[𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔] 𝙤𝙧 [𝙎𝙆𝙄𝙋]

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𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 [𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙉] 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙣!

[𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙉]

You loved it when your boyfriend performed with his band, god you loved it so much. He always looked like he was having the time of his life on that stage, but something you didn’t love? All of the attention he got from the crowd of fangirls around you. They all were screaming the names of every member but you couldn’t help but pinpoint Hongjoong’s name specifically. 

Now, most of the time, their screams and comments didn’t bug you; they were his fans, and they were just showing him support. However, tonight there were countless girls that had managed to squeeze past security and got to Hongjoong, begging him for an autograph or a photo.

Then there was that one girl who left you in a sour mood for the rest of the night. She had pushed past security, and you offered her a smile, thinking that she was just going to ask him for an autograph like the others had.

But she didn’t.

No, she stepped right into his personal space and grabbed his arm before showing her phone with the camera open. Hongjoong laughed nervously, not quite sure what to do in this situation, and when he looked over at you, he knew that you were not enjoying the sight. Not a bit.

He inevitably agreed to the photo and tried to pull away from the girl, but her grip was strong. She smiled up at him brightly before lifting the camera to take the picture, but her smile dropped a little when she saw you in the background. Lowering her phone, she looked over at you with faux doe eyes but a stupid smug grin on her lips, which only pushed your buttons even more.

“Could you get out of the way?” Her voice was sweet, but it was more of a statement rather than a question.

With a scoff, you glared at her before looking over at Hongjoong, who was giving you apologetic eyes. Rolling your eyes, you let your arms that were once crossed over your chest fall to your sides, “Whatever, I’ll be out in the crowd.” 

“Babe!” Hongjoong called out to you, trying to catch your arm before you got too far, but the girl clung to his arm, not giving him a chance to. Swallowing thickly, he watched as you stormed off before looking over at the girl, “Sorry, but I can’t right now.” He shook her off with a bit of force before taking off after you.

She let out a pathetic whine before going to follow him, but a guard finally intervened and stopped her.

Hongjoong rounded the corner and saw you just about to walk out into the main hall of the venue, but thankfully was able to grab your arm.

“Hey.” His voice was soft as he pulled you away from the door, but all you could feel was that anger from just moments before.

“Let me go.” Your tone was harsh as you pulled your wrist out of his grasp, “don’t you have a picture to take?”

Hongjoong’s jaw tensed as you glared at him, even more so when you wouldn’t even let him try to explain. What truly was the straw that broke the camel's back was when you rolled your eyes and walked away from him.

“Y/n!” He called for you as you walked out the door, his hand catching it before it shut. However, the sound of his manager telling him that they were on in five stopped him. Grumbling curses to himself, he reluctantly went back to his dressing room for finishing touches before joining the guys.

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After the concert, Hongjoong was quick to bypass all of the fans and to his car, where he knew you would be. You had been the only thing on his mind the entirety of the concert. Finding you out in the crowd wasn’t very hard when you wore that cherry red top you knew he liked. However, the way you weren’t even looking at him, but the other members got under his skin and quickly at that. 

Once the encore was over, he told the guards that he needed to leave and left the guys to meet the fans while he went to find you. Stepping outside into the cool air, he made a beeline for where his car was parked.

He let out a sigh when he saw you leaning against the vehicle, arms crossed over your body to keep some of the warmth in. Walking over, he reached out and grabbed your waist, pulling you into his body.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?” His voice was deep, and his eyes bore into you, sending a chill down your spine, but you were still in a sour mood, and you pushed away from him.

“Didn’t want to. Now unlock the car.” You sassed as you tried to step away from him, but you didn’t make it very far when he had his hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you back to him.

“What’s with the attitude?” He asked, annoyance starting to shoot through the roof from your brattiness. You only rolled your eyes, ready to just leave, but a small gasp fell from your lips when he grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks and making you look up at him. “You better watch it babygirl. Otherwise, I’ll have to set you straight.” He growled, and you scoffed, not even entirely meaning to.

“Why don’t you go set that other girl straight? She seemed like she’d enjoy it.” You hissed, tugging at his wrist and eyes burning in annoyance.

Hongjoong then started to understand where this was all coming from, he had thought you would have calmed down during the concert, but it seems he guessed wrong. He started to open his mouth, but you were quicker than him.

“Wooyoung even offered me a ride home, should’ve taken him up on the offer.” You added, but a small squeak fell from your lips when his grip tightened.

His jaw tightened, trying his best to fight off the anger that was building, you were pushing his button, and he was damn near at his limit. Releasing your face he grabbed your arm and pulled you off of the car before opening the door.

“Get in the damn car, y/n, and I don’t wanna hear another word until we get home.” He told you with a hint of finality, and you wanted to tell him no, but the cold was starting to settle into your bones, so reluctantly, you got into the seat. Hongjoong waited until you were fully in before slamming the door shut, causing you to jump slightly.

You didn’t even bother watching as he rounded the car to get into the driver's seat; no, you just pulled your phone out of your pocket and pulled up your social media. Bile crept up your throat when you came across the photo that the girl had taken with Hongjoong, the caption sending fury flooding your veins.

‘Got to finally meet my man, he tots likes me, I just know it.’

Scoffing, you shut your phone off and tossed it into the cup holder, causing Hongjoong to look at you as he pulled out of the parking lot. He started to reach for the device but you were quick to smack his hand away, glaring at him sharply.

“Eyes on the road, I’m not trying to die on the way home.” You quipped, and he looked over at you with a glare of his own.

He then put his hand on your bare thigh, squeezing just enough for you to let out a small whine, “You’re really just testing the limits, aren’t you, princess?”

You didn’t say a word but rather opted to giving him the cold shoulder, and boy, did that only piss him off more.

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It didn’t take much longer before he had pulled into the driveway of your shared house, his hand never once leaving your thigh, and you had to try your best to soothe the ache between your thighs without it being too obvious.

Getting into the house, you made a beeline for the bedroom, narrowly missing Hongjoong’s attempt at grabbing you. Walking into the room, you started pulling off your clothes, leaving you in your undergarments before opening the closet and going to grab something to change into.

A sudden wave of heat brushed over the side of your neck, and you felt his hands before you even heard him. One of Hongjoong’s arms wrapped around your waist, trapping your body against him, while the other hand wrapped snugly around your pretty little throat. His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, causing you to shudder.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you off after all of that attitude, did you, sweetheart?” His voice was gruff as he tightened his hold around your neck, eliciting a whimper from you.

“Joongie.” You whined, hands wrapping around his forearm as you tried to look back at him.

“Uh-uh, I don’t think so, princess.” He growled against your ear before spinning your body around and picking you up, then the next second, your back hit the mattress. His body was then over yours, pinning your hands above your head, staring down at you, a borderline sinister smirk on his lips, “what now that you think you’re getting what you want, you’re not gonna act like a brat anymore?”

“Joongie, please.” You pleaded with him trying to push your hips up into his, but he had successfully trapped your body under his.

“Don’t think just because you’re being good now, I’ll give in.” He brought his face just a hair away from yours, his warm breath fanning over your face, causing your eyes to flutter, “act like a brat, and I’ll treat you like a brat.”

Then his face pulled away from yours before going down to your neck, kissing and biting at the skin roughly, sure to leave marks for days. You let out a pathetic moan when he got down to your chest, nearly ripping the bra off of your body.

His free hand trailed down your abdomen, tracing along the hem of your underwear until you were squirming under his touch.

“Joong–” You were cut off by a gasp when he cupped your heat, fingers pressing against your clothed slit.

He let out a dark chuckle, “You’re fucking soaked babygirl,” The teasing tone in his voice left you withering.

You weren’t even given a chance before he was pulling your underwear down your legs, leaving you completely bare before him. Tossing the piece of clothing off to the side of the room, he grabbed your hip, pulling you closer to him. Lifting his face from your chest with a wet ‘pop,’ he hovered over you once again.

“Keep your hands there, or I’ll tie them to the headboard.” He told you, a challenging gleam in his eyes waiting for you to try and fight back, to which you tried to protest, but he quickly hushed you, “Bad girls don’t get what they want, now stay put, or you won’t be cumming at all.” 

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding your head, but he just clicked his tongue. He then released your wrist, staying still for just a moment to see if you would move, but when you didn’t, he leaned back down, peppering wet kisses all along your body. Trailing his lips down the valley of your breast, down your naval until he was between your thighs.

He blew on your soaping cunt, watching as your hole clenched around nothing and a small whimper fell from your lips. You opened your lips to beg him to do something and to stop teasing but was stopped as a loud moan was pulled from your lungs when his lips latched onto your aching clit.

His pace was relentless as he ate you like a starved man, alternating between rough sucks to kitten licks was leaving your mind swirling. It took all of your willpower to not tousle your fingers through his hair, instead you tingled your fingers in the sheets.

“J-Joong!” You cried out when you felt his tongue pushing against your entrance, his nose brushing over your clit. He pushed past your slit, groaning at your taste when more of your slick coated his tongue.

When your hips started to grind against his face, he wrapped his hands around your upper thighs, holding you in place. You whine at the restriction, the pleasure he was giving you almost mind-numbing, and the way his nose pressed against your clit with each stroke of his tongue had your body trembling.

“J-Joongie! Oh my god, ‘m close!” You cried out, back arching off of the bed as the coil in the pit of your stomach tightened.

Then, just as you were about to tip over the edge, it was ripped away from you.

“No, no, no, Joongie, please don’t stop.” You cried pathetically, staring at him with teary eyes, hands reaching out to grab his shirt.

He snatched your hand into him, trapping both of your wrists in his grip once more. Leaning forward, he looked at you with a dark gaze.

“You’re in no position to demand anything, princess.” His voice was hoarse as he spoke to you, tugging your body even closer to his until his lips ghosted over yours. “And didn’t I tell you not to move?”

You felt your body go rigid when a smirk spread across his glistening lips. You were quick to shake your head, eyes pleading with him.

“No, Joong, I didn’t mean to!” You whined, tears brimming in your eyes, but the sight only made Hongjoong’s dick throb in his jeans.

“Aw, you poor thing, it’s too late to apologize now.” He pouted, pulling away from your body, and tugged his shirt off of his body before reaching for his belt. “On your stomach and hands behind your back.” He demanded, eyes watching as you stared up at him, bottom lip quivering slightly.

“Joong–” You mewled out, but he clicked his tongue, hands finding your hips before flipping your body over, eliciting a pathetic squeak from your lips.

“Can’t even listen to simple instructions. Are you even sure you wanna cum tonight, baby?” He chuckled darkly, hand landing a hard smack on your asscheek, causing you to cry out. “Such a naughty girl.” 

Tears stung in your eyes as he spanked you a few more times, leaving behind red handprints in his wake. Once he was satisfied, he undid the buckle of his belt and pulled it from his jeans.

“Give me your hands.” He demanded, and you complied, pulling your arms out from under your body and placing them behind your back. Hongjoong took them into his hands, wrapping the rough leather around your wrists until they were bound tight.

His hands then traveled along your curves before stopping at your hips. Leaning over your body, he grabbed a pillow and placed it under your hips, causing your back to arch.

A whine fell from your lips when his thumb pressed against your dripping pussy, rubbing your slit before pushing in just a bit. He watched in amusement as you clenched around his digit, trying to suck him in.

“Such a needy little brat,” Hongjoong groaned, pulling his thumb from your needy hole, causing you to whine in protest. The sound of his zipper was almost deafening, and all of the hairs on your body stood tall in anticipation of what was about to come. “You just needed some dick to set you straight, is that it?” He growled, grabbing himself at the base after letting his boxers drop to the floor.

Your whole body shuddered when you felt his tip rub against your aching cunt, mewling when he nudged your twitching clit.

“You wanted cock so bad you were willing to take it from someone else, hmm?” His voice dropped an octave as he lined up with your entrance, pushing in just a bit and groaning at how your walls contracted around him.

“N-No Joong– just you!” You cried out, tears streaming down your face and staining the bedsheets.

“Good.” He growled as he pushed his entire length into your tight walls with one thrust, causing a choked moan to leave your lips, eyes rolling back at the sudden full feeling. He didn’t give you a chance to adjust before pulling out and slamming back in. “Don’t forget who you belong to, babygirl.”

A series of broken moans and babbles fell from your parted lips as he pounded his dick into your soaping cunt, lewd wet sounds filling the room. His grip on your hips was bruising, nails leaving crescent shapes in their place when he moved his hand down to your clit.

“Fuck!” You cried out when he started drawing tight circles over the little nub, your whole body shuddering as that coil tightened once more. Word failed you as you tried to tell Hongjoong that you were close, but he knew.

“Close already, princess?” He teased, picking up his pace and making you sputter out incoherent words.

Hongjoong smirked at your fucked out state, loving the way your eyes rolled back with a choked moan of his name when he hit that one particular spot deep in your pussy. You were completely ruined on his cock, and he was loving every second of it.

With just a few more deep thrusts, your jaw fell slack, and your walls fluttered around his cock as you came undone underneath him. However, his pace never stopped, much less slowed down as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“J-Joong– fuck!” You cried out as overstimulation quickly settled into your bones. Your whole body shook in his hold, threatening to crumble completely if it wasn’t for his hands keeping your body in place.

“Hmm, give me another one, babygirl.” Hongjoong groaned, hips pistoning into yours as he bullied his cock deeper into your walls, “Give me one more, and I’ll fill you full; how does that sound, princess?” 

You mewled at his words, brain turning into mush as he continued to fuck into you, but the way your walls tightened around him was all telling. 

Hongjoong then reached forward, grabbing your bound wrists and pulling your upper body off of the bed. He used this as leverage to pull you back onto his cock, causing your moans to grow in pitch, no longer muffled by the sheets.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” He cooed, his other hand falling to his side as he looked down to watch as his cock disappeared into your pussy. “No one else can make you feel like this, just me, got that?” His tone came out in a growl as he felt himself getting closer to his own release.

“Yes! J-Just you, Joongie!” You screamed as you felt your high creeping up on you at a rapid pace. All of the nerves in your body felt as if they were on fire.

“Good girl, now cum for me, baby. Make a mess all over my cock while I paint your insides with my cum.” He coaxed yet another orgasm out of your spent body, your walls squeezing around his aching cock like vice causing him to let out a throaty moan. “Fuck!” He cursed before pushing all the way in as he spilled deep into your womb.

You whined at the warm feeling, your body still aching for him, and Hongjoong could tell. He undid the belt, freeing your wrist before pulling out of your twitching cunt. He didn’t give you a chance to protest before he had you lying on your back once more.

“Still not enough for you, princess?” He teased, lips brushing over yours as he took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. Leaning down, he captured your lips in a searing kiss, leaving you completely breathless as you tried to match his pace in your delirious state. “Don’t worry, we can go all night.”

He swallowed all of your moans as he pushed back into your wet heat, fucking into you slow and deep. His hands held yours tightly as he drew out all of your sweet sounds, relishing in every last one of them.

It wasn’t until the both of you were completely spent that he finally pulled his now soft cock from your spent cunt. He collapsed next to you, eyes closed as he caught his breath. You rolled over despite the ache in your joints, laying against his chest, and Hongjoong wrapped his arm around your body.

“I’m sorry about earlier.” You apologized meekly, drawing shapes on the expanse of his chest, and Hongjoong couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.

“I’m sorry too, my love, but I promise you’re the only one for me. No matter how many fangirls sneak past security, it’ll always be you.” He promised, and you turned your head to look at him, your chin resting on his chest.

“You need to get better security.” You told him bluntly, causing him to burst out laughing but nodding nonetheless.

“You’re right, but…” He then sat up, grabbing your arms gently to help you sit up as well, “let’s go take a bath before heading to bed.”

You whined in protest, but he still picked you up bridal style and carried you into the bathroom, where the both of you enjoyed a warm bath before turning in for the night. Sweet words of reassurance lingered in the night air as you both drifted off in each other's arms.

@wwooyology | Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, or repost any of my work

𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗 : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ.

[velvetvexations]

With Warless Weekend over, it's time I address Plaidos openly accusing me of secretly being a man! Oh, yeah, she's doing that now. I'm tagging this because I'm annoyed at Very Popular Tumblr Transfeminist misgendering a trans woman because her politics are too transmasc-friendly.

Isn't it great how she cuts this off, implying I think segregation by sex is not a big deal, rather than it being ridiculous she's made Michfest specifically her 9/11? I try so often to word everything I say in a way that can't be snipped like this but I clearly fucked up here.

Let's breakdown the reasoning given in her reply to a reblog concurring that I'm probably a sockpuppet:

Plaidos is assuming as TRFs always do that her clique is fully representative of transfems on Tumblr so if she never sees me positively interacting with them I must specifically be avoiding them. The reality is that I simply don't inspect the genitals of everyone I interact with.

Not only do I often argue with self-identified TMEs, probably even more than trans women, but Plaidos is literally responding to a self-identified TME who's talking about me having argued with them, so framing this as me going after trans women is ridiculous. I can literally pull up screenshots that I'm pretty sure predate me coming back to Tumblr where I talk about how it seems from what I observed on the outside was that the rabidly transandrophobic crowd was mostly non-trans women bloodletting for one or two idols, which is a notion I was unfortunately and despairingly disillusioned of upon getting into the trenches myself.

Also, "dishonorable"? Is she a fucking Klingon?

Annnnnd there's the implication I am in fact a trans man. She's certainly saying I'm not a trans woman and that's also misgendering because I've said repeatedly that my gender rests firmly on being Not A Cis Woman. But why simply "implicate" I'm a man?

Hilarious. Doubly so since I just recently found out that person runs my favorite Y2K blog, which I'm sure will get used as 'proof' at some point.

Do I seriously need to post fucking gock lol? Are we literally down to genital inspections at this point?

My blog has a pre-discourse history where I mostly reblogged images and argued about a Dungeons & Dragons show!* I'm literally a published author! What about all the very specific kinks? Being a scholar of Imperial Japan? The very specific opinions I have on very specific media? My specific fandoms?

What an elaborate character I've constructed to come up with a multiple system where the system members even have surnames and are the distinct sources of specific parts of my personality and interests, including one who's Christian and one who's attempting to learn Hinduism but has only ever briefly mentioned it about twice.

I think TRFs have never moved past the point in development where people don't exist when you stop looking at them.

*much of which was about how much I hated the transmasc player's cis lesbian PC; make of that what you will

I don't block people very often, but I do in fact do that! Thicced-Witch has openly talked about me repeatedly having her blocked and unblocking her when it did no good. I also have prettykittenpaw and fite-club blocked because they got into the annoying habit of coming on to every one of my posts, and my tolerance for prettyeelwithagun ran out when she stuck by Thicced-Witch's misgendering of people for the purposes of "satire."

God, this is all so, so stupid. Transfeminism, everyone.

[godhandler]

seeing you doomscroll at 2am

nanami would be slightly worried, telling you to think of your health and maintain proper sleep schedules (he is a big fat hypocrite because why is he up at 2am doing paperwork). "if you have time to watch asmr cooking videos you better use it productively, honey." he won't actually nag tho because nanami of all people gets that adult life is hard, if these silly videos make you feel a little happy who is he to deny you that? would offer to work in bed so that he can be near you while also making sure that you do sleep.

gojo is probably working hard mid-mission or creating lesson plans lol. at this point in life he doesn't actually know what time people are supposed to sleep. "ooh, im jealous~ send me any fun reels if you find them, 'kay?" if he has no mission (once in a millenia), he's doomscrolling alongside you, pushing his phone in your face now and then to show you smn like 'cat falls from 10th floor, lands on feet!' or a insta post of a woman in a bikini - 'see that would look good on you. or me. we're good looking <3'

shoko wouldn't know. she's dead to the world the second her exhausted and overworked head hits the pillow. she'd put the pieces together when you're still sleeping the next day till noon with your glasses on and phone in hand. wouldn't care that much tbh. chill girlfriends fr.

toji sees you scrolling in the dark when he wakes up at night to pee, will poke his head in to see judge your the kinda shit you waste time on. "the hell are those white boys putting cat ears on for?" or "how many times are ya gonna watch jay park shake ass?" or "tumblr. loser." toji probably pees at 2-3 times per night. idk why. i just know.

kamo doesn't doomscroll. he just doesn't. thinks it's a nasty childish habit, like vaping or interacting with tiktok in any form. pre getting kicked out the clan, i think it would genuinely lower his opinion of you a bit. it's like, he doesn't want himself or his significant other to be that kind of person who doomscrolls till late and sleeps thru work/classes next morning like a slob. post, he wouldn't like it but he can shrug it off. as long as you still wake up on time next morning.

sukuna "this is so stupid. your recommendations suck. you should watch more educational informative videos, news and shit, learn a language instead of wasting your time like this. egirls are ugly."- all while watching your phone with his head over your shoulder. he has opinions on every reel you watch and will make himself heard.

higuruma "what's doomscroll?" this man is pushing 40 and is an introvert. his knowledge of social media is liking his friends' throwback pics on facebook. he'd be interested if you're shopping online, "love, can you order my woollen socks too? please make sure they cover the ankle and isn't more than 30% polyester. thanks, love." but otherwise he's a big 'phones at night harm your brain' kinda guy.

nobara, yuji, megumi all three forward each other reels on a LINE group chat named smn stupid that yuji and nobara agreed upon after much debate, like 'three musketeers (in english to be fancy)' or 'nobara and the dwarves' or 'diaper gang 😛'. yuji sends stuff he thinks others would like (baby duck vids). nobara sends stuff she likes (xiaohongshu fashion inspo). megumi doesn't reply or send much of anything, will leave the group if the other send too much brainrot content but they keep adding him back in. megumi watches mostly reels talking about recent discoveries in outer space and those carpentry videos where the wood just perfectly slides into place and locks together.

choso is a complete phone addict. see he initially didn't understand a lot of human society stuff so he just googled everything he didn't get cuz he's a proud man who doesn't want to bother people with his questions and ended developing a social media addiction lol. types super fast. knows every trending trend on every sm even though he doesn't post anything. he's doomscrolling harder than you.

[welcometololaland]

i'm sure i'm gonna make something super emosh (sylvanian drama anyone??) after the final ep but this was such a cute game idea by @thisbuildinghasfeelings so i wanted to jump on board!

ty also for the tags @strandnreyes and @everlastingday 💜

1. THE DAY SOMEONE SENT A VIDEO OF THE PROPOSAL™️ TO THE POPCORN SQUAD AND MADE ME USELESS FOR TARLOS

i think i'm gonna blame @three-drink-amy. lives were changed (my life was changed). i played that damn video 9384209348 times. i immediately had fic thoughts. i basically didn't leave my couch for an entire day. i made my partner watch it (confusion). i cried internally. i wanted to KNOW THESE CHARACTERS!!! and even after years, i feel like i'm still untangling all the threads of tk strand and carlos reyes, and i love that <3

2. THE SEVEN CONSECUTIVE WEEKS OF WRITING 10-15K OF PURE CHAOS

looking back. we were insane for the choice to write the ring-in (@dustratcentral and @rmd-writes) on a week-by-week basis, but i'd probably do it again. it remains my third most popular fic of all time and although i don't super understand it, i feel like the people felt the chaos vibes and were drawn in. i think the mess of writing, beta reading and vibing made for some magic.

3. CO-WRITES. ALL OF THEM.

i love co-writing. i love creating magic with someone else. i love sharing in the thrill of posting, and i'm very fortunate to have had many people in this fandom trust me enough to take the wheel (partially).

4. LEARNING ABOUT TARLOS, THE FANDOM AND ALSO ME

sounds stupid but literally just getting in the HEADS of the characters. watching the eps over and over, reading through the discourse, talking and talking and talking and talking about ideas and head-canons and specific character traits with anyone who would lend me an ear. learning from people who had been in the fandom way longer than me, learning from (dare i say it) anons, learning from my own mistakes. this fandom has taught me a lot about myself, writing, tarlos, fandom and a bunch of other stuff. i know this is a cop out because it's not a single memory or a time point but!!!!!! i never said i would play by the rules!!!!

5. PEOPLE

whether we spoke for five months or five minutes, you told me a random story about your pet or we just chatted about the show, you read my fics or I read yours or whether we just co-existed, whether you consider us friends or not, honestly, thank you. the way i look at it, my life is enriched by every interaction on here, because without lone star, without fandom, without tumblr, i never would have known you at all.

(BONUS: 4 x 16. WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS MY FAVOURITE TARLOS SCENE! SOULMATES BABY!)

open tag <3

@guardian-angle22 @reyesstrand @lutavero @heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses

@ramblingdisaster73 @danieljradcliffe @fitzherbertssmolder @she-walked-away @liminalmemories21

@reasonandfaithinharmony @alrightbuckaroo @firstprince-history-huh @ironheartwriter @emsprovisions

@ladyknight1512 @carlos-tk @bonheur-cafe @queen-saltyfries @lemonlyman-dotcom

@actual-sleeping-beauty @herefortarlos @rangersoup @tellmegoodbye @marjansmarwani

@nancys-braids @captain-gillian @saguaroblossom @eclectic-sassycoweyes @lightningboltreader

@chicgeekgirl89 @theghostofashton @whatsintheboxmh @freneticfloetry @detective-giggles

[subfootboii]

Louis is one of my five roommates. We both go to the same university, but we rarely interact. He is smart and charismatic and spends his weekends in parties and trips. Every girl or gay list over him and his perfect body.

I too had a crush on him. Seeing him shirtless and sometimes almost fully naked would get me rock hard. It wasn't only that but also his feet. They were perfect, big, long, clean, soft... He's almost always wearing his flip-flops or resting them on the coffee table, showing his sexy soles and toes.

I was in my room once day when someone opened the door.

"I have some laundry here. Add them to yours and give them to me when they're done. Only if you don't mind, of course."

It was Louis, shirtless out of the shower with nithing but a towel on his lower body.

"Yeah, sure. No problem."

"Great!"

He threw his laundry to the floor and left leaving the door open. I froze for a minute and then closed the door and looked at the laundry left. A sweaty shirt and a pair of dirty white socks.

I was feeling my dick hardening, and without thinking twice about it, I started rubbing the socks all around my face, taking big, deep whiffs. I was fully hard in seconds, and my face was starting to smell like his socks.

"What the fuck you filthy freak!"

My heart almost stopped. I looked above and saw Louis standing before me. He was still almost naked, and he had something in his hand. I couldn't reply or say anything. I don't know what could I even say.

"Don't sit there with this stupid look on your face. I figured you loved submit and follow orders, but foot pervert shit?"

I was so humiliated. I've never felt so pathetic. I still had nothing to say.

"I came back to give you this."

He threw something at my face.

"It fell out of my hand when I was bringing them hear. Guess you'll like it too."

I removed it from my face and looked at it. It was his boxers. I held it with his socks in my hands and looked down.

"I want them all clean and folded on my bed tonight. We'll discuss this later. I'm meeting my friends now."

He left and closed the door behind him.

My dick was still hard from all the humiliation I felt. Without thinking about it, I buried my face in his socks and boxers. I jerked myself off and then let out the biggest load ever.

Now that I have jerked off, I can think properly again. I understood how fucked I was and how messed up the situation is.

I cleaned myself and then did the laundry. His orders were clear, and I wasn't gonna make him mad after what he just saw. I folded them and placed them neatly on his bed.

I went to my room thinking about everything. I was sure he would tell his friends and our roommates. He'll probably even beat the shit out of me...

I heard his voice in the apartment. Peaked through my door and could see him going to his room. I closed mine and sat on the bed. He gently opened the door and went in.

"Good boy! You like being told that, don't you? Guess I have a servant from now on. Do my laundry, clean my room, clean my dishes... anything else boy?"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. Please don't tell anyone."

"That wasn't my question. I asked two questions. Answer them."

"I... yes I like it. And anything you want... I'll do whatever you want."

"Good boy. That wasn't so hard. You will serve me from now on. I own you boy. You'll be my maid. I'll also give you what you really want... what would that be boy?"

"Your... your feet."

"Such a good little boy!"

"Now my feet are so sweaty... they could really use a clean-up."

He sat on the chair and propped his feet on my bed. His feet had some dirt stuck to them from the floor. They had a powerful smell, and they really looked like they needed a rub.

I started from his heels up to his soles and toes. Carefully cleaning them up and enjoying it. He was smirking and gently moaning as I licked his feet.

"Faster boy I have other things to do."

I went a bit faster, making sure not to miss anything.

"Enough for now."

He removed his feet and left without saying anything else.

[genderqueerdykes]

Prominant Transfeminist Blogger recently accused me of being your sideblog. Woo, transfeminism, calling trans women men pretending to be women, am I right?

bizarre line of thinking, i don't quite understand that. this IS my sideblog, my main is @gateway-2000. i don't need to create any other queer accounts, the conversation comes to me right here. also, i have several jobs, so i just do not have the time to post more than i already do. that is a very weird claim. i'm sorry people are targeting you for no reason just because i exist and have a blog on tumblr.com. crazy as it may sound, there are other people who are determined to not be assholes out there. i'm not the only one.

i'll acknowledge this since it comes up from time to time. i'm aware a lot of trans fems, trans women and transfeminists really don't like me or what i have to say and have me blocked on here, and i'm glad, because i do not want to get into conversations with people who are discrediting me from the get-go. i've heard that people think i'm just claiming to be a trans woman to shut people up but that's such a pessimistic way to look at these things. womanhood has been held away from me out of arms reach my entire life because of my intersex variations. i've always been seen as too masc to be a woman, i've never been allowed to be a woman in the ways that feel right to me, people would force me to over feminize myself in order to be passable as a woman. i'm not doing this for petty internet arguments, it doesn't get me bonus points. i'm a trans woman because i am one.

i'm not claiming to be a trans woman to try to insert myself into situations i don't belong in. i'm letting people know that i am one, and i have some critique for how other trans women are treating other trans people right now. you get misgendered as a trans woman if you support trans men. like rn people are literally proud to misgender trans women if they support trans men. is that transfeminist? to misgender your siblings because you don't like their opinions? is that what trans women do to support each other? no, it isn't- we don't tear each other down like that. we're here to lift each other up

people are really proudly showing the fact that they're intersexist right now. i don't care if someone doesn't see me as a trans woman or a trans man, it doesn't affect me. i know there's a lot of disenfranchised transfems on here who hate my guts and that's fine, they're allowed to. i don't want to interact with someone who's going to take what i say in bad faith. i'm not out here to hold trans women down, i'm trying every day to break the silence on the ways all trans people are treated horribly by society. i'm not saying i'm a trans women to make other trans women feel like shit

it's disgusting that people care less about being good to trans women and listening to a variety of our experiences and more about getting likes on posts on social media trying to look like they care about trans women. people care more about getting stuck on minor things and dying on every hill they can find than they do real trans women. people care more about straw transwomen than real ones.

i'm just going to say that it's really sad that a lot of transfems, trans women and transfeminists are ready to jump and say that i'm faking being transfem for. what i don't know. like i can't figure out how i'm faking it. most if not all of them site that it's because i don't have a penis, which means i'm a whiny hysterical cis woman who is crazy and too stupid to think for myself. usually the reason i get misgendered is my lack of a penis. and that just smacks every other intersex transfem in the face, as well as every transfem who has gotten bottom surgery

people think the metric on here is transfem = penis and it's disturbing. why is alienating transfems who have gotten bottom surgery funny. why is making them feel like they don't belong funny. why is saying intersex people are "faking" cool. misgendering someone isn't suddenly progressive just because you don't like them. i don't know how to tell people that no matter how much you disagree with me, you don't get to misgender me and get away with it scott free because you don't like how i identify. you also don't get to get away with misgendering me "because you're a woman/femme". women and femmes are responsible for their actions.

yeah i don't know how people think it's transfeminist to demand to know someone else's AGAB and then tell them which trans box to file into. this is gatekeeping. this feels like literal policing. this feels like we're forcing people right back into the binary we're trying to escape. people like this are not interested in gender liberation, they're interested in controlling the narrative and what other people do and say.

it will never be feminist to misgender someone on purpose. no matter what. i hope you're okay and i hope other people aren't going through that as well. i don't have time for this blog, i don't have any other queer sideblogs. that would defeat the purpose, nobody would be able to see what the hell i'm saying

[simonisferal]

Scaredy Cat! — Interactive Follower Event

chapter two: a step under the wrong ladder

notes: i am so sorry for uhm. ignoring this fic..? not sigma of me, apologies! 😣 / also the 50/50 was crazy so plot development ig 😆

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…I’ll stay with Heizou and hear him out. The top detective’s probably not wrong…right?

Though it seemed fairly stupid to trust a guy you just met, you’re bargaining with your life. There was something about the way he spoke that made you feel uneasy.

The department was silent, the only noises being the other officers clicking on their computers and the printers’ whining. You tried to make eye contact with either guy but they were both staring at each other, like it was a competition of sorts.

You opened your mouth to speak and closed it right after. Your hesitance showed everyone your answer and it made you ashamed.

”I see how it is.”

Your partner didn’t flinch as he turned around and started walking away. Both you and Kuki Shinobu called out to him, stretching your hand out, “Scara, wait—“ but he had already turned the corner and left, annoyed.

You felt a pang of guilt as his presence faded away. You felt bad; you chose to trust a rather peculiar stranger than your partner of three years. Kuki gave you a glance.

"Shinobu, you can go follow him…right?"

She stops for a second. She glares, eyeing Heizou down before nodding, “Sure.” She slowly wakes away, keeping her eye on the detective before scoffing and turning the corner, leaving you alone with him.

Heizou let go of you and yet his snakey hands finding their way onto your back pushed you back into his office.He locks his door once more. The click! made your heart beat faster. With every step he took towards his desk, the situation just felt more real.

He sat down and a little squeak whined from his chair, embarrassingly slow. Ignoring the gaze you had on him, Heizou crossed his legs under his desk and sat up straight. He was wearing a relaxed grin but the anxious twitch of his index finger said otherwise.

”You don’t need to psycho-analyze me, you know.” He smiled at you and leaned in a bit closer. “I’m not as cautious as your partner but I’m definitely smarter.” He bragged. Heizou’s been in the industry far longer than both you and Scaramouche so he’s managed to get far more ‘elite’ cases. “Let me help you.”

If that serial—if they were even that—killer was actually after you, why? What correlation do you have with the case from today? Does she have something to do with this?

You look down at your hands. You’re trembling—only a little bit, but it’s obvious. ”Thanks, but… I should go. We don’t even…” You fall silent.

You two stay quiet. Heizou taps his finger on his desk slowly. Your eyebrow twitches with every tap like a certain gesture. It was bothersome.

He sighed rather bluntly, leaning back in his chair and frowning. “You came here for your mother, didn’t you?” Heizou said it like he knew—which he did, rather than a proper question. He continued, “Or at least what she started.”

”Her death was never broadcasted, now that I think about it.” He muttered, looking down at the random pot of flowers in the corner of his office.

Your mother was an average woman (average height, looks, IQ, etc) but she was overly passionate. She loved her job even though as a teenager you told her she should quit before she gets hurt.

She didn’t listen.

The morning coffee that Scaramouche gave you was probably sitting in his car seat. You still don’t have your phone nor your car keys, so you were stuck with the pink-haired man until further notice.

Heizou snapped his fingers as an idea enlightened him. It was a thick noise in the silence. “We should investigate!” Heizou had a wide smile on his face, his moles lifting and his dimples clear as day. “What’d you say? Just you and me until we know who to trust.” He said the latter statement with a bit of suspense.

Your eyes narrowed. ”What are you talking about…?”

Heizou stopped his absurd presentation of himself. “Huh?” He blinked a bit, his smile faltering before his eyes widened. “Oh right.” He sulked in his chair almost immediately.

He whined, “Kujou Sara told me not to say anything about it…” His hands found the desk once again and, and using his fingers, he drummed impatiently. He forced a frown.

”…But?”

His smile returned almost instantly. He slapped the desk suddenly, making you flinch, stood up and leaned in close. “Aww, Y/N, you know me so well! But,” he started whispering, “I can’t tell you.”

He leaned back, now standing up as tall as he could with his short frame and paced around his small box office. Going out of his way to answer your question, he spoke. “There’s someone in the districts giving confidential information back to the criminals we’ve incarcerated. A ‘mole’ of sorts; bad for us, good for them,” Heizou looked at you and pointed.

”Very bad for you.”

You sulk in your chair, eyebrows furrowed and biting your lip to the point of bleeding. Your leg bouncing was just one of the many things you can’t control right now.

You gulp, anxious but determined.

You don’t really know what to do. No one likes to think they’re going to be hunted or murdered, let alone by the jackass that killed their mother and potentially someone else today. But even so, you can’t just trust a person blindly.

This sucks… What would Mom do…?

[heliosunny]

I NEED THE HERTA X READER (gn is fine!) HEADCANNONS! My girl deserves more love pls :3

How coincidence, I was just thinking of her-

Yandere!The Herta x Reader

🪻Herta, for all her intelligence and genius, is utterly hopeless in the kitchen so she relies completely on you. Every time she attempts to cook, something catches on fire or explodes in ways that defy logic. Eventually, she stops trying altogether.

“Why should I waste my precious time learning something so pointless? That’s your job, isn’t it? You’re much better at it. I’ll just sit here and wait. Hurry up.”

When you try to suggest ordering food, she pouts dramatically. “No. I want your cooking. I don’t care if it takes time. You’re mine, so feed me.”

If you ever refuse to cook, she’ll stare at you expectantly until you cave in. “You wouldn’t want me to starve, would you? No? Then get to work.”

🪻Herta sees your problems as trivial obstacles that she can remove with a flick of her hand. She eliminates inconveniences before you even know they exist.

Someone annoying you? Suddenly, they’re too terrified to speak to you.

Work stress? A mysterious “restructuring” makes your workload disappear.

Lost something? “You didn’t lose it. I took it. You don’t need it anyway.”

If you express concern about her meddling, she tilts her head. “Why would I let you struggle? That’s stupid. You’re mine. I take care of what’s mine.”

🪻Herta doesn’t see the point of introducing you to others. Why would you need anyone else when you have her?

If someone asks about you, she brushes it off: “Oh, them? Don’t worry about it.”

If you insist on meeting her acquaintances, she humors you, once. The entire time, she watches you closely, analyzing every interaction.

Afterward, she pulls you aside, voice calm but firm: “You don’t need them. They’re boring, unlike me. And I’m all you need.”

If you ever push for more socialization, she simply forgets to arrange meetings. Your world becomes smaller and smaller until she’s the only one left.

🪻Herta doesn’t get drunk often, but when she does, she becomes unfiltered and much more possessive.

She stares at you with half-lidded eyes, leaning in close. “You know, I could lock you up. Make sure you never leave my side.”

She chuckles at your discomfort, twirling a strand of your hair around her finger. “Don’t look so scared. I’d never actually do it… unless you wanted me to.”

If you try to escape her drunken clutches, she clings to you with surprising strength. “Nooo… you’re staying right here. You’re mine. Say it. Say you’re mine.”

The next day, she acts normal, but the way she smirks at you suggests she remembers everything.

🪻Herta doesn’t trust the world around you. So, she ensures her presence is with you at all times in the form of her ever-watching puppets.

You turn a corner? A puppet is already there.

If you tell her to stop, she simply tilts her head. “Stop what? I’m not doing anything. They’re just watching over you. You should be grateful.”

And if you ever get the idea of destroying one? The next day, a bunch of new ones are waiting by your bedside, staring.

“Hmph. That’s fine. I’ll just make more. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

🪻At one point, Herta decides to create the perfect puppet to serve you. It listens, obeys, and does whatever you want.

“I made this for you. It will do anything you ask. Not that you should need it, since I’m here.”

For a while, she watches you interact with the puppet with a neutral expression. Then, without warning, it’s gone.

“Oh, I deleted it. It was getting in the way. You don’t need it. You only need me.”

She leans in close, voice laced with amusement. “If you want something, ask me. I’ll do anything for you. No puppet could ever replace me, right?”

There’s an unspoken threat in her words. You will always need her.

[scatterpatter]

MM1 + MM2 Robot Master Genders(tm)

Ive wanted to infodump about my headcanons for genders for the mm1+2 (mostly 1 sowwy) for a while now and im FINALLY DOING IT

All purely my headcanons for my uh... au? Interp of Classic Megaman?? ... Scatterverse????? Idk whatever you wanna call it

So the first line designed by Light was always meant to be fairly gender-neutral. The "man" suffix wasn't intended to imply every bot was male, but rather was meant to be derived from human, and meant to embody the fact that the robot masters are meant to work alongside humans.

Though, as designs came along and the bots began interacting with the world around them, they found that things just sort of defaulted to more masculine presentations for the bots, and in most eyes they're all considered pretty male

As time went on though, the DLN were definitely way "looser" when it came to playing with gender than the DWN. They were very much encouraged by Dr. Light to explore their own identities and what things meant for them, and so there's a lot more fluidity in how the DLN present themselves

Cutman (he/him) doesn't really care about gender, but is chill with being called he/him or masculine terms. Doesn't really care to label his gender- MAYBE nonbinary if he HAD to choose a label but like he really doesn't care to label it

Gutsman (he/him) definitely the most "cis" of the bunch but also the biggest trans ally on the entire planet. Certified Transphobe Puncher(tm)

Iceman (he/they) Like Cut, doesn't really care for gender, but feels that demiboy is the closest label to how they feel about themself

Bombman (he/she) If there are "rules" for gender then she is determined to break every single one. Torn between id-ing as bigender or genderpunk... definitely leaning towards genderpunk

Fireman (he/him) Like Guts, also very "cis" but also supremely enthusiastic about being an ally. He specifically practiced using your pronouns extensively so he could surprise you with getting it right next time he sees you

Elecman (he/him) "Cis" but like. "If gender is a performance, I'm going for a Tony". Super gender non-conforming and loves playing with gender presentations. 100% does drag and loves it

Timeman (they/them) Agender. Thinks identifying with a binary gender is stupid because they are a machine that doesn't have a sex. Frustrated why Oil won't explain what they mean with his own gender identity

Oilman (he/they) "I'm nonbinary, but in a boy way." Will refuse to elaborate if you ask him what that means. Drives Time insane with this

The DWN are a lot more "rigid" on their genders. Created to be weapons and not companions, they see way less point in "playing" with gender. Gender is a social construct, and the DWN very much want to tear society down so like. Yeah. They don't understand gender let alone gender nonconformity. They're all very masculine in presentation and gender identity.

THAT being SAID I have 2 exceptions to this and their names are Quickman and Bubbleman

So Quickman (he/him) was originally built to be a female bot, but due to naming conventions giving all bots the -man suffix (see above), Quick's name was always Quickman. The only female bot of the line, Quick had trouble feeling "right" in his frame, especially when all of his linemates were much more male-presenting.

For reasons he couldn't explain at the time, Quick decided to "pretend" to be a male bot during the events of mm2, and like- Quick being treated like a boy by the Lights was an instant shot of gender euphoria through his circuits and there has been no going back since.

Very shortly post-mm2, Quick came out to the others about being a boy now and they were all shockingly cool about it. Because no one other than Wily and the mm2 bots knew, they were very secretive about it, very much a "we take this to our graves" response, and as a result Quick was actually super closeted as a trans man. Everyone else (even the other Wily bots) were under the impression that Quick was cis for the longest time

Later down the line, though, Bubbleman (they/them) starts playing around with gender, and eventually comes out to the mm2 bots about being nonbinary. Again, they're received well, but Bubble runs into a different problem than Quick.

The general public always thought Quick was a boy, so Quick had no problems being perceived as his gender. Bubble was always known as a boy before presenting as enby though, and isn't received as well as Quick in some public spaces. Bubble will even get bullied over being enby by some transphobes, which really destroys their self confidence

After having enough of this, Quick decides to start being a lot more open about his trans identity in public spaces, and is much more vocal about his own experiences. He absolutely doesn't do this because of the transphobes, no they can all eat shit. He does this to try and give Bubble more of a safe space to be around. If Quick can be publicly proud about his identity, maybe that can help his linemate feel more comfortable being themself too

As a result, Quick and Bubble actually end up being, like, super close, and it's sweet. and i love them. a lot.

[chloesreality]

a genuine question for those who have shifted that I think about to often not to ask

I know that once you shift you’re experiencing everything in your DR and once you come back to your CR you remember the life that your living in your DR…like memories.

is it like here? Do you just remember what you remember? Because I don’t even remember what I had for dinner yesterday and I’m apprehensive about that, I want to be able to remember EVERYTHING from my DR. I wanna remember the ins and outs of conversation, I wanna remember every interaction, how many spoonfuls of yogurt I ate on that random Tuesday you know?

am I being crazy? it may sound like a stupid question but I think about it too often. So, how much do you remember?

[zara-renata]

poly sylus caleb and mc 👀??? my brain is melting out of my ears omg that drabble had me squealing and kicking my feet and your tags……… omg i feel like i’ve just been awoken to something i hadn’t considered…… poly with mc sylus and caleb like yes that’s actually perfect

thank you so much for the kind words about the drabble! silly thoughts and personal hangups under the cut in answer to your question

i've been thinking about this question a lot lately, because a few people have mentioned an interest in poly fic from me recently. i always really love writing good-natured ribbing between the guys, and sylus is such a fun character to write for intentionally driving others up the wall. I honestly would love to be able to write poly mc sylus caleb someday, but i'm not poly myself. I know that i could do it as an intellectual exercise, could probably write something that makes sense for the characters, the right amount of angst and insecurity and also feel-good hurt/comfort with an ultimately happy ending. but my monogamous, insecure ass wouldn't be able to put my heart into it in the same way i do in my current fics. i write fic because it feels good to engage (and wallow) in self-indulgent hurt/comfort, to explore the characters' canon traits while having the freedom to play with an mc who is like an oc to me, who is both like the mc in game and like me (to varying extents). if I wrote poly, my instinct would be to center it around mc's insecurity that sylus and caleb would love each other more than mc. personally, there's something inherently othering to me in poly relationships, because in my life i have always found that if there are three people, someone is always left a little behind despite everyone's best intentions. it just hurts my heart, no matter how irrational that may be. i know that there are poly situations where that's not the case, and people can and do successfully navigate healthy, happy poly relationships, but i think other fic writers would do a much better job, and have more fun writing that relationship for these characters than i could.

and just as a canon note, @sichore has a great post about how out of all the LIs, Sylus would be the most open to a poly relationship, and I think she's absolutely right; I can see him being open to loving caleb like mc loves caleb, because mc is the other half of his soul, and what mc wants, sylus wants. and caleb has shaped mc so much in this life--- @minniestarmj has some lovely thoughts about sylus being able to see caleb's mannerisms, how alike they are, in mc after meeting caleb for the first time. i think sylus would also empathize with caleb's ruthless, cynical attitude about other people, his dehumanization of others while only caring about mc at the expense of the entire world. caleb, on the other hand, is so traumatized, has spent his entire life with his one anchor as mc, is so possessive and protective, i find it very hard to imagine him being anything other than monogamous. he's so fear-motivated, i think that in a poly relationship he'd always be afraid that mc loves sylus more than himself, that he's always on the edge of losing her. also, sylus's dangerous lifestyle, and what it exposes mc to on occasion, would give him an aneurysm. now, all of these would be awesome things to explore in the hands of a good writer who is excited about poly relationships, but i personally just want to wrap caleb up in a blanket and have mc reassure him at every anxious thought that mc loves him, and only him, always and forever... after mc gets over being furious at his big stupid baka self about playing dead for a year.

maybe i'll get over myself someday and be able to write it, but right now, i like thinking about these guys separately, and if they appear in each others' timelines, then their interactions will be good-natured even if slightly contentious/competitive because they all love mc, after all, and i'll probably always write a tinge of longing from the LI who isn't the main focus of the fic. but that's all i can promise right now. for now, i'm content to reblog well-written poly fic and ideas from other writers, and to write my sad little angsty takes on the LIs and MC the way they are portrayed in the game--slightly jealous nutcases, who still do everything in their power to try to center mc's wants and needs despite their own hangups.

[raileurta]

First up very cute and secondly idk who is Meteorfire but now I'm just thinking about him doing Steve Irwin stuff. Like him going up to dangerous humans and like gently doing the restraining hold grab thing and talking about why they're so deadly but also really cool.

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Meteorfire: Today we got quite the treat we are going to be interacting with the Cade Yeager. Unless you have been to steal a human term been living under a rock then you know who he is. But for those few rockies he's a quite impressive human who's wielded the Excalibur, is the mate of Optimus yes that Optimus, a great medic, and expert in the battlefield.

*Cuts to Meteorfire holding Cade*

Meteorfire: I like to make it a habit to mention in every of my episodes that not all humans are primitive savages. They are quite complex creatures with a wide range of emotions. Most of them are quite friendly but this is not to say to just grab any human you see. That's a good way to get yourself damaged.

*Holds up Cade's hand*

Meteorfire: Humans have quite the dexterous digits much more than the average cybertronian. Cade for example can easily manipulate the smallest wires into any position he wants when repairing a bot. He can also use those same digits to reach under your platting and rip-

Cade: Is he really going to keep talking like I'm not here?

The bot holding the camera: Yeah just go along with it it's part of the bit.

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Meteorfire whispering: We got to be real quiet right now. Up a few clicks away is a dangerous adolescent femme human known as Miko nakadai.

*Camera pans over to Miko peacefully drawing in her sketchbook*

Meteorfire: She looks harmless right now but just wait until I restrain her.

*Meteorfire runs up quickly and pins her down gently*

Meteorfire: Wow easily there girl I ain't here to hurt you.

*Miko is thrashing violently, yelling insults, and trying to bite him*

Meteorfire: You see how I keep the head in place and her arms flat? I've got to make sure she doesn't hurt herself or me.

Meteorfire: A feral human will try to bite you and it will hurt if bitten in the right places, trust me.

Meteorfire: Miko is quite unique among humans in the sense that she attracts and seeks out unimaginable chaos.

Miko: HELL YEAH I DO NOW LET ME GO!

Meteorfire: This could be linked to how she conducts herself when confronted with danger.

Meteorfire: Miko shows little to no fear in extremely deadly scenarios. Even mouthing off to megatron to his face. Most will call it stupidity which has some marit but I call it courage.

Meteorfire: Don't think she's just all talk though, while Miko is not formally trained in combat she's still quite the formidable foe. Instead of the stress decreasing her mental capacities it will elevate them. If there's a way or a chance to get one over on you she will take it without hesitation.

Meteorfire: This is especially true in the apex armor. Bulkhead her guardian himself has even stated a good chunk of the reason he tries to keep Miko away from the armor is to protect others from her wrath.

Meteorfire: Despite being 15 Earth years old she's already offlined four bots-

Miko: Five bots!

Meteorfire: My bad. Offlined five bots already by her age. And given the chance will kill again.

Miko: =)

Meteorfire: She also is quite the sweet and loyal girl who will not hesitate to throw down with anyone she considers her friends or family.

Miko: Ugh don't go mushy on me! Keep talking about why I'm scary dude.

Meteorfire: I have also been provided curiosity to Bulkhead a slideshow of Miko's sweetest moments.

Miko: BULK YOU TRAITOR!!!

Meteorfire: On slide one we got Miko putting a blanket over a sleeping Jack Darby.

Miko: Nooooooooooooooo.

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Imagine a Cybertronian being interested by humans, so they dedicated their life researching these mysterious, sentient organics.

They have became the Steve Irwin of Cybertronians.

Did you mean: Meteorfire? He literally checks all the boxes:

[X] silly goofy australian guy

[X] likes studying other life forms

[X] has a beloved tv show

I could definitely see him happily researching all life on earth, but focusing specifically on humans because they mirror a lot of cybertronian tendencies, be it self-customization, producing fuel for their young with their own bodies, or just the way they walk. He's fascinated by them and they make for very interesting segments on his show 😌

[cbk1000]

Sometimes I wonder why I was hired to my role, let alone recruited for it by my boss and the head of our department, because an analyst? That is some kind of smart person role. And I've never thought of myself as particularly analytical or a problem solver.

And then every day at work I have to interact with people who cannot handle the most basic of troubleshooting, who cannot figure out something that took me two seconds to solve, and who send me problems they can't resolve because they can't figure out to follow the chain of events leading up to the error and draw a conclusion, and I'm like, "Oh right; I forgot a lot of people are very dumb."

[orpheuslament]

getting reaaaaaally tired of people on this webbed site who assume that reading/watching/creating stories that deal with incest is like. a White European thing fr

[genderqueerdykes]

To this anon -> https://www.tumblr.com/genderqueerdykes/773897275323858944/i-think-you-might-be-genuinely-stupid-for-thinking?source=share

Not to be that person but...

We LITERALLY HAVE THE YOUNGER GENERATION AFFECTED BY THIS.

I don't know how it's stupid to care about something that IS BECOMING A PROBLEM TO THE POINT THE YOUNGER GENERATION NEEDS HELP AT 11

And TRANS MASCS ARE LACKING RESOURCES.

Sorry, I'm really pissed off.

It's really not "teehee" discourse. It's affecting peoples livelihood.

thank you, i wanted to point that out as well and forgot.

if it's affecting teenagers, that's a problem. teenagers are kids and shouldn't be feeling suicidal over just trying to talk about being queer. people fail to realize that the person on the other end of the computer is a real person and what they're saying is affecting them in real time. it doesn't matter if they're a kid or not it's important

the harm people do online doesn't exist online online. the internet isn't a vacuum. it affects real life. its a part of almost all of our daily lives for one reason or another. people are seeing these things constantly and its affecting them well after they turn away from the device. the people who are assholes are being assholes in person, too. other people on the internet are real you're not playing an interactive video game. whenever you bully someone their feelings are affected irl and that matters

kids emulate what they see. if they see this going on online, they're gonna do it in person. it's seriously an issue. man hating is a genuine, real issue right now, because people have taken it so far that 11 year old children have suicidal thoughts for people being mean as fuck to them for being masc and a boy. like i don't care that people think that boys and men can't be abused, but abusing someone else for fun isn't going to make our problems any easier

abusing men is just going to make the problem worse. it's never going to help to perpetuate the cycle of abuse.

let's be real it's affecting way more than just kids, its affecting everyone of every age group. this is bad. "discourse" my ass. it's killing people, including trans kids.

[writinganon1]

*Deep inhale*

YOU 🙂🫵 are responsible for your internet interactions. Internet safety is a thing that’s usually taught in school, so idk pay attention more in class ig. But let’s review!

If you see something that makes you uncomfortable what do you do?

LEAVE! 🏃‍♀️💨

If the person you are following makes you be like “ayo this is not something i vibe with🖐️😒” then block them or do something equivalent. Not to mention that you can actually go into your tumblr settings and to some degree control what you see so long as it’s tagged. If you don’t want to do that, the just unfollow the blog, but check in every now and again to see if a new comic part has been posted. That way you still get see what you’re comfortable with, without reading all the asks

And little baby anon I get it. The internet is scary sometimes, but so are the halls of middle and high school? I learned just about everything I know from the lunch table and during my gym class. I don’t think there’s anything here that you won’t hear in school or on the streets. Again, use the magical block or unfollow button

Further more, Coko is an adult mKay? It says so right in the blogs bio thingmajig. Because of this Coko can post whatever the heck they want! I’m also an adult so I’ll also post what I want. And the same logic goes for you little anon. You can post whatever you want and block whoever you want because you’re a person and you have free will. Right now tumblr is one of the few places people can post whatever they want without it being censored because of community guidelines to my knowledge. Words, ideas and the like.

(Things such as sex, blood, murder, cum, I’m pretty sure Donatello is a bottom and he enjoys being there, Kendra is a top and she enjoys being there even more than Don enjoys being the bottom)

See what I mean? Be aware of that as you use this app. It’s freeing for most people, so expect lots to use their free will and say their brain thoughts.

I can’t stress enough to just leave if you’re not sitting comfortably with what’s being posted. The FOMO you may feel from not reading the asks is better than sitting with a uneasy gut feeling but continuing to read/ follow because you still like the story that’s being told

It’s not my job to like stand up and preach internet safety. So I’ll leave you with this. No one here is truly responsible for what YOU see. You have curated your own feed. Although the tumblr algorithm sucks, it still kinda works. A person doesn’t post to make people uncomfortable ( usually), they post to post and you happened to come across it. That’s not the posters fault. Same goes for reblogs. If I reblog , it’s because I like something. If that reblog makes someone else uncomfy, it’s not really my fault. I didn’t intend for that to happen, but more importantly, I can’t really control who sees it because my blog is public

Just like in the real world, there are people you would want to hang out with and people you wouldn’t. There are also some people you wouldn’t mind hanging out with sometimes. The same applies to tumblr blogs. Choose to follow who you vibe with and creepily watch the other blogs or something idk. You have a unique power to block and control what you see here that you can’t use in real life interactions! USE IT!

Anon if you see this, this isn’t meant to degrade you or make you feel stupid. It’s a learning experience and it’s better you learn it this way than like accidentally seeing like porn or something. Anyways, don’t feel bad everyone learns somehow. Talk to your parents or trusted adults for tips and whatnot because internet safety is nearly as important as regular safety these days. I sound like an old lady but seriously take the time to understand how the app you are using works and decide whether or not you should keep using it

⚡️Kachow⚡️I gotta finish my homework now

Holy cow that was a lot longer than I expected it to be

Yk what else is a lot longer than you’d expect it to be 😉

Hey, I don't want to be *that* person and all, but please remain aware that the majority of your audience is likely minors and you're kind of influencing inappropriate behavior (I apologize if this came off rude, just wanted to point it out as I'm mildly uncomfortable by this).

Mmm I do forget a LOT mainly cause I don’t give a shit half the time bout what I post

Welp