#if you didn't notice it reread it

[sanzaibian]

I’ll be honest… this is not what I expected. I even went back to my Tumblr account and saw that my last like actually had a ton of different people on it, yet this is what happened when I saw this damned post…

Let me just start explaining what happened, okay ? See, I’m quite busy now, with the end of the second semester, the Master thesis to write and all the other work I need to do and file, so I don’t have much time to write, plus I was quite sick at about the time I wanted to write a special Eid story… that won’t happen, I guess ‒ though do check out @occamstfs ' excellent work on that theme. But yeah, let me not be distracted. Because I was sick, I wasn’t in the mood, but I started checking it back out for a few days, and then the post happened.

At the very moment I saw it, I was suddenly taken with convulsions.

I took my headphones off, unwrapped myself from the cloth I call clothes, and prepared to go to the toilets. It might be vomit, for all I know… and I’ve seen way too much of it in recent days…

But I didn’t have the time to even get up that I felt my abdominals harden, convulsing.

I watched flabbergasted as from my small fat abs sculpted themselves. All of that which I wrote about was actually… becoming reality ? I somehow felt both excitement and dread… especially dread, actually. I don’t actually want to be someone new altogether, just how would I be able to continue to live !

As I was doom-thinking, that hardening, which somehow was accompanied to a darkening of the skin, spread. I saw my hips harden, and I shifted my ass as its globes were becoming more muscular. I also watched as – and I still don’t know how to feel about it – my dick grew bigger, and not (only) because it was hardening ! Up the torso, I saw as my pecs were bulging out, setting themselves apart from the rest of my body, nipples perking out. When I saw them inflating, I couldn’t help myself being fascinated – and missing altogether the quite frankly impressive enlarging of my legs and then feet – and taking my hands to feel them. Oh, so divine was that feeling… fuck, I can’t help myself from doing it right now, and it just doesn’t get old…

But that was not to last, as suddenly my unyielding back pain struck once again. So I just moved my neck right to left, and made rows with my shoulders, when suddenly CRACK ! my shoulders were farther apart.

My arms were next, growing bigger and bigger, especially my biceps which, frankly, became massive. And as the dark reached my hands, I saw my nail polish break down and dissolve into oblivion. Honestly, if not for the fact that my life has been turned upside down, that I’m unrecognizable to literally everybody and that this whole situation will be hell for getting some new official papers, the fact that I lost the nail polish that I just put on yesterday would be by far the most inconvenient thing that happened from this situation. I guess I’ll have to put it back on, but then… ugh…

Sorry, getting back to the point. By then, my cramps were finishing, and I started feeling my head burning up, at it was remolding, to what I imagined to be another shape. Sensing an opportunity – and knowing full well how once is supposed to act thanks to all the stories I read here – I quickly made my way to the bathroom, to see myself in the mirror.

And when I saw the mirror, I was just starting to feel like my hair was scratching. I took my hand up, starting to scratch it, only to find my hair straightening, blackening, and especially receding into my scalp. I was glad when it stopped at only short hair, but the worst was to come.

I felt my jaw needing a scratch.

Even though I knew what was coming, I couldn’t help myself. I scratched as I say black hair growing, growing and growing. By that time, I was crying, as I saw what was, as a non-binary guy hating on his hair, my worst nightmare happening. The mustache part was the first to finish growing, already a respectable length that would be considered quite scruffy in today’s society, yet the rest of the beard continued growing.

And it grew, and it grew, meandering between my fingers.

I also looked down at my body hair, knowing them two to be always related. However, I only found it to be shrinking in covering, thinning in some sense. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m still quite hairy, yet… less than before, when looking below my beard, somehow ? I guess even heaven-mandated hairy transformations think I’m too hairy…

And then, to top it all off, I saw a weird green, red and black goo snooping out of my pores, and then hardening into clothes. I was now wearing black sweat pants, as well as a green and red Moroccan Royal Federation of Football sweatshirt, as well as new boxers, new socks, and new trainers.

Great. Now, I not only look like the epitome of masculinity, something I do not want, but the only clothes that suit me are football clothes, a sport I absolutely do not care one bit about.

I’m so… confused by all that. Returning to my computer and seeing the post that made all of that happen, I just can’t help to feel like it… shouldn’t have happened. Yet it did. All because of that one damn post on Tumblr.

But I guess you all are happy, happy that I’m now a Moroccan jock that is all hyper-masculine, wearing a Salafi-approved beard, and that I decided to share the story.

But you don’t care that I’m now going to have to prove my existence to my family and to the state, that going out on the streets will prove fundamentally different in a way I’m not prepared for, and that now my dysphoria is going to go through the roof. Look ! Here is my cutest I can manage !

Well, now that I’ve said everything… let’s send that SMS to try and somehow let my family know that I’m me. Be happy that I am the one going through that, and not you. It’s all sorts of wrong to actually be in in another person’s body, no matter how hot it seems in written prose.

Though… I’ll admit that beard is growing on me… I might keep it for a while. I don’t know, something feels… weird about it, and I don’t quite know why…

Your last like is your new body. Who's winning?

Dumb muscle himbo for me it seems!

[buttercupshands]

decided to rewatch some of s1 and got inspired by some of the scenes

the "Can I be a Hero without a Quirk" scene

(too lazy to go and screenshot it properly so the official site version is fine too)

and the USJ arc first LoV appearance, this one basically became a redraw with a different angle

[esteemed-excellency]

ok i'm almost done with the new firmament chapter, i have So Many thoughts 👀

[bi-buckrights]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @panbuckley @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @monsterrae1 thank you loves 💕

I haven't posted a snippet in forever, I promise I haven't given up on army marriage of convenience! It's hard to find a snippet that won't spoil the second half of the fic, so here is something from chapter 1.

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They walk out of the courthouse with Chris standing between them, his little hands clinging to each of them. Buck hasn’t known this kind of happiness since he was a kid, playing outside with Maddie until long after the sun went down. Even when him and Abby would laugh together endlessly on the couch of her apartment, his chest never felt so filled with joy – not the way it does now, with Christopher’s hand in his and Eddie smiling over at him. Buck is married. He’s married to Eddie Diaz. He can’t believe that this is his life. He thinks that he must’ve done something good, to be here. That somewhere in his miserable past, he must have gotten at least something right in order for Eddie to want Buck around badly enough to marry Buck. And he knows it won’t be forever – that’s why they wrote their own vows, so it wouldn’t be a total lie – but it will be long enough that they won’t have to be separated. And if one of them gets deployed, they know the other is waiting for them at home. That’s really all Buck could ever ask for. Getting to come home to Eddie and Christopher, knowing they won’t ever be forced to live apart on opposite sides of the country; he could die a happy man knowing that they want him around just as much.

Tagging @rogerzsteven @prettyboybuckley @alyxmastershipper @heartbeatdiaz @heartshapedvows @cowboy-buddie @thewolvesof1998 @spaceprincessem @bekkachaos @prince-buck-diaz @911onabc @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy if y'all have anything you want to share ✨

[confused-beany]

Birdmen Re-read Rambles!

"Oh wow this kid would get hit so hard if he was real" were my first thoughts the first time I met our beloved Eishi. I'm gonna see if I still feel the same now lol. I'm gonna try to do 10 chapters per post and day to pace myself I think cause I tend to think and ramble a lot while reading.

Putting it under keep reading cause we be known it gonna be long.

Even though I think of him fondly now, our Eishi is still a bitch lol. "I could've made that... I never tried it tho" boy...

"It's better to be alone" <- Mr. C0-Founder of an entire new species of children.

I forgot he used to wear glasses it's so weird

KAMODA :DDDD

... ... THEY ARE 14 AND 15 YEARS OLD OH MY GOD I FORGOR THEY BABY

ohhh i never really noticed how much airplanes (Eishi's motif? and his abandonment issues and what changed Takeyama's life) haunted the narrative in the beginning. He was always looking for or at them huh

"I've more or less decided I want to enter an all-boys school" Listen I am a very simple person, I see gay I call it Gay

UMINO!!! :DDD (I'm gonna react extravagantly when I see them all appear for the first time one by on lol. They make me very happy)

SAGISAWA!!!!

Oh my god the bus scene was so abrupt it caught me off guard. It's interesting to see it like this again though. I've become kinda used to picturing it as the more dramatic, cinematic animation Soh did a while back. To the point I forgot how quick and simple it was in the manga. I suppose the point was to just get them into the situation and shock us about it but that's such a pivotal moment to everything I kinda forgot how simple the art itself was ig?

"Are those glasses really that important to my character?" YES! You became a completely different person without them!

PARTIAL SHADOWED TAKEYAMA!!!!!

Oh the wings coming out when Eishi is calmer (meditating) and thinking of Takeyama....

LMAO Kamoda recovered so quickly Love my unfazed loyal boi

"We made a contract" I ligit thought they were alluding to a deal with the devil or something the first time reading around and I was so fascinated. But no it's just a 15 yrs old boy with no social skills and cryptid tendencies.

BIRB CLUB IS COMING TOGETHER AGAIN YAY

TAKEYAMA!!! :D

My favorite Eishi to draw, smol and angry

I do love how Eishi has always been the one to tactically think about everything, including weapons and locations. He's a brat and a worrier, but someone needs to be. I always appreciate that

OHHH his transformation is soooo cool I remember taking so many screenshots

Strange that Takayama's motif blackout appeared so close to Umino. I never figured out why, is is like, they appear to more vulnerable/ less densely populated birdmen areas? hmmm

Ah... Eishi and I both got sucker punched with the information that Takayama was dealing with them since he was a BABY

"Is it ok to wear socks" Sagisawa love never change

WHEEZING

Ah Takeyama and hand-holding

Takeyama is always so smiley it's kinda unnerving if you don't really know him. Annndddd he speaks like a fortune cookie

It's always interesting when arguably the most logical member of the team works better with his powers when he's more emotional and working on instincts.

Feeling them more acutely than anyone else...Holding hands and following into fire... ahhh

BIRD CLUB!!!!!!!!

I can make... SO many tasteless jokes. So many.

Takeyama was really surprised when Eishi got away. I never really took the time to notice all of those little expressions the first time

Kamoda being Eishi's number one fan and hype man is so cute always.

EICCHI Baby

[meownotgood]

OMG ASK GAME???!!! 🥹🤗 IM SO HYPEEE. okay lemme ask no.21 and 26 pls and thank u. Okay for the freebie question I always wanted to ask you: when did you realize that you LOVE Aki? Not like “hey this character is my fave” but the “yeah, I’m down bad and in love” stage.

thank you so much for asking me :D and sorry it took me a moment to get to answering 🏃‍♀️

21) if you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for them? what's something you don't like?

aki is so fun to write... I really enjoy writing his personality and his dialogue!! I love writing him in all different aus and ideas but my favorite thing is when I get to write cutie romantic aki... I think he'd canonically be such a shy sweetheart when it comes to romance... forever obsessed with writing him as the sweetie he is. also I often browse the manga when I'm writing for him to better understand his dialogue and little quirks!!

and as far as something I don't like... hmmm there isn't much I can think of, I do really enjoy writing dialogue for him, but sometimes it can be hard because he's so matter-of-fact when he speaks haha

and for the freebie... okay so basically... aki was always my fave when I first read the manga, but once I actually finished it that's when I fell in love... I think the conclusion to his story is so beautiful. and it really shows all the pieces coming into place, and how kind he is and how much he's changed as a character because of his love for denji and power. it made me so emotional, and after that I couldn't stop thinking of him :,)

[p2ii]

ive been kinda ehh abt 03 atlas/daichi's 'white boy dreads' but upon looking at the manga (which is even more inconsistent with his hair texture) and closer at the anime I think it's most probable that it changed after he became a robot.

^pre death

^post death

(also manga pre and post)

which means that this is a design choice Tenma made (while manga daichi made the choice to become a robot, we don't know how much say (if any) he had in the specifics or than 'give me as many weapons as possible')

but like... why? if it's to differenciate between them the green eyes already do that, and it's such a weird detail to change. I wonder if that means that his hair is made out of something sturdier than synthetic hair (considering his other child robot is atom who has metal hair, I don't think hes that focused on the finer details, or it could be his love for robots and their (visible in this case(?)) 'otherness')

anyway I've kinda steered my own design to have the same shape but as ribbons instead of 3d/tubes but I wonder if wires as hair could be a fun design choice too...

[des-fangirl]

Crying my eyes out day 2 this time not because of blorbo at all honesty i dont even remember why at this point, i just cry all evening. I think it's getting worse from day to day, i didnt have the energy to repeat the phrase "food is good" to my mom even. My eyes hurt my head hurt ohmy god

[franeridan]

"luffy has never been wrong once in his whole life ever, actually" -me, a person who's perfectly aware luffy has consistently been completely wrong more often than he's ever been even just partly right

[fuckmeyer]

(Jacobsbadwig) with all due respect, when the fuck did you get back! I missed you!

never left, only reincarnated :)

[kishimotomasashi]

Thinking about it I was always pretty on the fence about the "Uchiha were poor during Warring States Era" theory bc I thought their lack of armour could just as well mean they were confident enough in their skill and battle power to do without it but somehow this post pointing out that Madara keeps the same outfit throughout every interaction he and Hashirama have as children while Hashirama goes through multiple outfit changes did a better job to get me on board with the idea dkdhkshdkshdjs

[pinkprettycure]

liam 100% though, did in fact google stuff on being a good boyfriend. like he needs to script and plan things in advance to function or he freaks out a little. this in fact was also traits i added in BEFORE i diagnosed him with autism.

[punkasshunter]

This is a post-midnight confessional, but my deep, dark hope as an author is that my writing manages to be compelling enough that either no one notices or people overlook that I have like no fucking idea how a long-range radio works

[longagoitwastuesday]

I just read an article on The three musketeers and it has left me teary eyed

[apricotatsea]

Rereading some percy jackson and it's weird that he implies that a) the civil war was a manifestation of a war between the 2 demigod camps and then his black characters (or any of the other ones but specifically in this case) have no thoughts about that at all (especially when I THINK we're supposed to think the Roman camp was on the confederate side and that's where the one black POV character lives!) and b) that the gods are on separate sides of wwii and therefore some of them are supporting the nazis- I get why, like what he was trying to do with the world building, but sometimes trying to tie your fantasy characters into ALL human conflicts has weird implications

[aroace-cat-lady]

"Hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing, but he thought perhaps he liked it" I'm in shreds.